FOXY BOXING - Part 4
By AVIDMIKE
“You stiff little bitch,” Rachel hissed at her. “Just keep
it up because I’m going to make you scream.”
“Bring it on, honey,” Susan growled. “Keep scraping those
hard things against mine because I want a good hard nipple
fight.”
“I’ll give you more than you can take,” Rachel assured her
as she continued to flick her stiff nipples back and forth
across Susan’s. “I’m going to rub your sore nipples raw.”
The two women groaned as they bore into each other, nipples
beginning to twist and bend one another now, and Susan had
to force herself to keep from crying out at the pain. “Just
fight my tits, bitch!” she snarled. She forced herself
closer, plunging her nipples into Rachel’s aureoles, sliding
her boobs back and forth across Rachel’s so that the four
heavy, firm glands began to press and grind together in full
contact. Susan aimed her nipples at Rachel’s sore
spots—stabbing them into bruises and bite marks and forcing
moans of pain from the other blonde. Rachel quickly
retaliated, digging her iron hard nipples into the scratches
and bruises on Susan’s breasts, worrying each wound with
spiteful, sadistic pleasure as Susan groaned against her.
As they edged closer both women’s beautiful yet sweat-soaked
and exhausted faces loomed against one another, hot breath
panting, teeth bared in hateful snarls as they locked eyes,
drinking in each other’s pained expressions and seeking out
signs of weakness.
“I’ll fight you,” Rachel assured her as she began to crush
her soft breasts into Susan’s. “I’ll beat your boobs until
you beg me to stop.”
“Not before I pound yours down to nothing,” Susan growled
back. The agony radiating off her swollen, sensitive nipples
and aching, tender breasts was astonishing. But through it
all the sexy caress of Rachel’s firm boobs was undeniable,
and she could feel the other blonde trembling and twitching
at the softness of Susan’s breasts gliding against hers
even as their bruises and cuts sang at every firm touch.
Somehow the women kept their hands on their hips as they
leaned in to one another, increasing the pressure between
their warring boobs, mashing and mushrooming each other’s
firm boobs with every twist and stroke. They were sweating
so hard now it seemed their breasts were oiled, slipping and
sliding erotically against one another, reducing the burning
friction just a little, although the lubrication almost made
the insane touch of nipple against nipple even more arousing
and forced more grunts and groans of animal pleasure from
both women.
“You filthy, sexy whore,” Susan groaned, hardly believing
what the two women were doing to each other.
“Hot bitch,” Rachel retorted, both women acknowledging each
other’s sexual power as they attacked. “I’m going to enjoy
wearing you down, grinding you off like the gutter tramp you
are…”
“I’ll be the one beating your nice hot ass into the mat,”
Susan promised her. Their hard, muscular stomachs were
meeting, flexing against each other, and Susan proudly
hardened her smooth abs against Rachel’s, daring her to
compete on that level. In the mirrored wall behind Rachel,
Susan could see the other woman’s incredible ass cocked
backward, her golden-furred cunt peaking out from between
her two muscular cheeks, almost as if she were straining to
keep her pussy clear of Susan’s. Susan muscled firmly
against the other blonde, pressing her extended knee forward
to widen her stance and free up her own pelvis for action.
As if delivering on her last threat, Susan flexed her
pelvis and pressed her pubic mound against Rachel’s, jabbing
a little into the other blonde’s hot fur as a challenge. “If
you want to grind with me then let’s do it, big tits.” She
moved her hands from her own hips to Rachel’s, tugging her
forward.
Rachel’s nose and mouth were pressing against Susan’s now,
both women blasting hot, sweet breath into each other’s
mouths. Rachel gripped Susan’s waist, urging her forward
too. “Is that what you want? A pussy fight?” she hissed,
pointedly rubbing her hot fur into Susan’s. “I could beat
a cheap bottle blonde like you down there in a heartbeat.”
Susan firmly pressed back, her body flushing again at the
raw, sexual nature of this building showdown. Both women
still pressed together in a savage, crushing breast duel,
nipples buried deep within competing glands as tit squeezed
against tit, but the battleground was clearly shifting to
between their two muscular pelvises. Susan tangled her
hot, dark fur into Rachel’s, matching her pubic mound
against the other blonde’s, keenly aware that both women
were still keeping their asses cocked back, keeping their
labia and clitorises out of the line of fire, testing one
another. With one thigh pushed forward, the other stretched
backward and both pressed against Rachel’s muscular legs,
their sexual triangles were exposed and open for extreme
contact, and Susan had easy access to Rachel’s pubic mound
and, she knew, it would only take a little effort to bring
her labia and more into contact with Rachel’s.
“I’m going to rub your hairy snatch bald,” Susan growled
as her fur crackled against Rachel’s. Rachel met her
eagerly, tangling her golden pubes into Susan’s dark
curls. She’d always heard blonde pubic fur was soft and fine
but Rachel’s was thick and course just like her own, and
soon both women were gouging each other’s soft pubic flesh,
hissing and grunting as their pubes knotted together, each
girl occasionally yanking out the other’s pubic curls by the
roots as their hair tangled and caught.
“I’ll beat your pussy raw,” Rachel said, panting as she kept
up a firm, muscular grind against Susan’s overheated
crotch. The friction and heat only increased as the two
women humped one another in a vicious, rutting sexual duel,
and over Rachel’s shoulder Susan could see the other
woman’s ass flexing and quivering as she struggled to
control her attacks on Susan’s cunt.
She couldn’t help reaching around the supple curves of the
other blonde’s trembling pelvis and digging her fingers into
those two firm, pulsing buns, urging her into closer, hotter
contact and gaining leverage to pump Rachel’s pussy harder.
Just as quickly she felt Rachel’s hands on her own ass, both
women exploring, feeling and comparing as they squeezed and
pulled one another in tighter.
“You think your ass is so hot, Susan?” Rachel growled
against her face, squeezing Susan’s buns hard. “You’ve
been shaking it around here long enough—now you’re gonna
make room for mine!”
“My ass has always been better than yours, Rachel,” Susan
said huskily, gripping her enemy’s butt just as firmly as
Rachel was squeezing hers. “But if you want to settle whose
can do more work just keep trying to out pump me.”
The aggressive crotch grinding continued as both women
pressed chin to chin, glaring challengingly into each
other’s eyes, hate blazing from their faces as they jabbed,
butted and grinded with their pubic mounds, their pubic
bristle brushes savagely raking together. “I can feel your
big hot snatch getting weak already,” Rachel snarled, nails
digging into Susan’s buns and raking up and down across
her sweating ass flesh. The friction and heat were becoming
unbearable but Susan continued to slam and grind her cunt
against the other blonde’s, exulting in every moment of
intimate, personal contact between them. She began pushing
her cunt in deeper, nudging aside Rachel’s golden fur and
tilting her pelvis forward, pussy raising, exposing more of
herself to her enemy. She could feel Rachel’s firm vulva and
the first hint of slick, pink labia teasing hers. She knew
if both women simply pressed forward at once and maintained
contact that she could find the other woman’s clit, force it
out of hiding. But Rachel’s buns flexed underneath her hands
and the other woman kept her most sensitive regions
tantalizingly out of reach. Susan squeezed Rachel’s ass
harder, forcing her closer, her frustration growing.
“We can tangle up pussy fur all day,” she whispered hotly.
“Why don’t you meet me for real, Miss Big Clit? I know what
you’ve got…”
“I don’t think you’re good enough to tangle with me like
that,” Rachel said snidely, still pressing her chin
aggressively against Susan’s. “I don’t think you could
take it.”
“Fuck you,” Susan snarled. “We both got a good look at
each other and you know I’m big and hard enough to handle
you.”
“You’re full of it,” Rachel huffed. “You’re a tough girl,
I’ll admit…we’ve had a good long fight. But have you ever
gotten into a real clit contest with another woman? I highly
doubt it.”
For a moment Susan choked on her reply. It was obvious
this encounter hadn’t happened by accident, at least where
Rachel was concerned. Who knew how many other times she’d
dueled with other women? But experienced or not, Susan
knew she had held her own against the other blonde just fine
so far. It all came down to stamina and muscle, and Susan
had plenty of both.
“Just because I’m not a lesbian doesn’t mean I couldn’t
teach you a lesson,” she growled finally. For all their
dirty trash talk Susan had to prepare herself for a second
for what she was about to say next. When she spoke, her
mouth was dry. “I know my clit’s as big as yours, Rachel…”
The other blonde groaned and twisted her head against
Susan until they were cheek to cheek, nestling her breasts
in to mash even tighter against Susan’s and forcing low
moans of pain and pleasure from both women.
“Mine is better,” Rachel purred, almost whispering. “Harder
and longer than yours.”
“No way,” Susan groaned. “One touch of mine against yours
and you’d come hard.”
“You’d explode if our clits touched,” Rachel insisted
hungrily. “I don’t care how big and hard you are down there.
It’s all about control. The simple fact is I just know more
about fucking than you do.”
“I have all the muscle and all the clit I need to fuck you
to death, Rachel,” Susan hissed. “So if you’re not all
talk quit hiding what you’ve got from me…bring that bitch
clit out and fight me.”
“You’re asking for it,” Rachel snarled. “I’ll fucking
dominate you, plain and simple. And I’ll leave you drained
on this mat.”
“I’m looking
forward to rolling off you after you’re exhausted and
fucked,” Susan said. “After my clit fucks yours.”
“Then spread your legs and feel my ass and bring it on,”
Rachel hissed.
Susan obliged, grinding deep into Rachel’s cunt. The other
woman tilted her pelvis, her ass cheeks hardening as she
flexed to drive her clit forward. Both women gasped as the
two thumb-sized, slug-like sex organs nudged past their
enfolding hoods and licked across one another slickly,
sending shattering waves of pleasure through both twitching
pelvises.
“Bitch clit!” Susan couldn’t help but hiss as she
struggled to keep in tight contact with Rachel’s clitoris.
Rachel wasn’t retreating or teasing now, she eagerly met
Susan’s sex horn head to head, both slippery weapons
teasing and stroking across one another, every nerve ending
along their blunt lengths crying out.
“Stiff clitted
cunt!” Rachel growled back at her. Both women reached up to
grip the each other’s hair at the back of their heads,
forcing her opponent to meet her face to face, angry,
gasping mouths snarling against one another. Susan
shivered as Rachel’s lips dragged across hers and each woman
made a show of snapping, baring teeth, hungrily threatening
to bite mouth to mouth as their piercing eyes locked,
staring deep into one another as each tried to measure the
effect her long, teasing clit was having on her enemy.
Susan forced herself to keep her brown eyes locked on
Rachel’s blue ones as she stroked back and forth across the
other woman’s stiff, slippery clit. She felt on the verge of
erupting from the overdose of animal pleasure radiating from
the intimate contest. She had to admit that no man’s body
had ever turned her on the way Rachel’s was now. The feeling
of the other woman’s big breasts crammed against her own
bursting glands, Rachel’s smooth stomach muscles flexing and
gliding sweatily across her own, the power of the other
woman’s thrusting pelvis against hers and the crazed
electricity of their furiously dueling pussies was beyond
anything she’d ever experienced and she felt an animal lust
roaring through her, desperate to get out. At the same time
she felt pride in the self-control she’d shown so far, when
her whole body wanted to explode with pleasure. The way
Rachel jerked and gasped against her, Susan knew she was
giving every bit as good as Rachel in this struggle. The
fight could be decided by a second’s extra self-control and
Susan planned on being the woman who had it.
Rachel’s gasping mouth pressed closer to hers and Susan
did not retreat. Groaning, she pressed her gaping lips
against her enemy’s and felt Rachel’s trembling increase.
Hungry for victory as well as the touch of the other woman’s
mouth on her own, Susan lunged forward and again the two
women exchanged angry, sexual bites, ravenously feasting on
each other’s lips, biting hard enough to leave welts and
adding to the bee-stung quality of their pouting, snarling
mouths.
Yanking on Rachel’s hair, Susan forced her tongue across
the other woman’s bared teeth, licking teasingly at her
lips. Rachel responded immediately, thrusting her long
tongue against Susan’s, and the two moaning combatants
began to lick and taste one another. Every line had now been
crossed and Susan concentrated furiously on outdoing
Rachel with every lick and flick of her tongue. Rachel
managed to force her snake-like taste organ deep into
Susan’s mouth before the trainer managed to bite it and
force her to retreat—then Susan pursued the enemy tongue
into its own lair, stabbing deep into the hot cave of her
enemy’s mouth where both women’s tongues thrashed and
tangled as the combatants moaned into an erotic kissing
duel. Rachel too bit at Susan’s tongue, forcing her to
retreat and then chasing her tongue, shoving her own taste
organ deep into Susan’s mouth again. Yanking at each
other’s disheveled hair, the women pulled each other’s
tongues free but remained close enough for them to lick,
tangle and push one another between their two gaping,
snarling mouths. Between their legs two thick clits engaged
in a similar joust, pushing and sliding against one another,
each impressing waves of deadly pleasure on its sister
organ. Even their tortured nipples still tangled against one
another, beaten down from the heights of their stiff arousal
but neither able to fully retreat into flaccidness while
still being attacked and teased by their rubbery rivals
extending from enemy breasts.
Rachel began
forcing her upper body against Susan’s more powerfully,
wrestling against her as their breasts slapped and squeezed
together. She was trying to force her down…force her ass to
the mat, Susan knew. Susan fought back, struggling to
topple Rachel first. “You bitch,” she snarled against
Rachel’s tongue.
“We’ll see who’s the bitch,” Rachel growled into Susan’s
open mouth. It wouldn’t take much to make them fall, Susan
knew—both women were so exhausted, so on the verge of
explosive orgasms, that they could barely keep standing even
without another woman trying to knock them over.
Susan never later remembered who gave way first. She only
knew they had struck the mat and now briefly, desperately
struggled, slapping and wrestling for control. Suddenly
Susan found herself on top as Rachel’s back slapped
moistly to the mat and Susan hungrily mounted her,
pressing her heavy breasts, now aided by gravity, down on
top of Rachel’s softly yielding pair. Rachel’s thighs were
splayed, her golden cunt exposed, and Susan quickly
pressed her pelvis down onto her victim’s, her ass twitching
with all its remaining power as she began to thrust quickly
and efficiently against Rachel’s erect clit. The other
blonde moaned in rage and humiliation, squirming under
Susan’s body as Susan stroked her with quick, violent
thrusts. Susan’s own clit felt ready to burst but she
could feel Rachel succumbing to her pumping attacks. She
forced her mouth against Rachel’s and once again their
tongues fought furiously. She was winning!
Underneath her Rachel bridged, and with incredible power and
muscle control forced her pelvis from the mat, making
Susan struggle to maintain her position and thrusting
rhythm. She managed to bridge herself against Rachel,
holding herself up just high enough to stroke against the
other blonde’s clit. But now Rachel’s hips were flicking
back against hers in an astounding display of muscular
discipline. Both women’s suspended, straining pelvises
gyrated against each other in quickening thrusts, ass cheeks
cramping and flexing as they fought for dominance. Rachel
was now bridging high enough that Susan found herself
slipping downward toward the other woman’s breasts, her hips
losing their target between Rachel’s thighs.
Suddenly she felt the mat slamming into her back and butt,
and Rachel’s heavy, muscular body slamming into hers from
above. Now it was Rachel mounting her. “Now I’m going to
fuck the life out of you, weak bitch!” Rachel growled
overhead. Groaning, Susan fought to duplicate the enemy
blonde’s feat and bridge underneath her powerful torso and
pounding hips. But Rachel expertly rode her, guiding her
clit against Susan’s in delicate, surgical strokes as
Susan’s breathing turned to rapid fire gasps.
“You cocksucking sow!” Susan roared as her pelvis seemed
to catch fire, a shockwave of pleasure rocketing through her
body as her hips slammed back against Rachel. Amazingly, she
could feel Rachel losing control on top of her, drowning
Susan’s pussy in wet girl cum. “You hard-muscled cunt!”
Rachel snarled as she squirmed and twitched on top of
Susan, both women clawing each other in a final paroxysm
before collapsing in a gasping, sweat-drenched tangle of
arms, legs and blonde hair.
They lay in each other’s arms, gasping for breath, the
hateful energy slowly ebbing from their bodies as they slid
slowly against one another. Rachel stared at Susan and
pulled her into a long, slow and hungry kiss, one that
Susan returned with vicious spite. Sated, the two women
stared silently at each other in the sullen air. Finally
Susan pulled herself away and stood shakily, naked over
Rachel. “You win,” she said, “Barely.”
THE END