DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 20 (THE END)

Like two angry cats in heat, Valeria and AntiValeria rolled on the ground, always in the shadows, moaning and hungry, their voices barely a whisper, hot mouths, big breasts and wet pussies searching each other mercilessly. Valeria mounted her rival as many times as her rival mounted her, the duel of vicious tribadism going on for three, four minutes without either of them being able to take the ultimate control.

It was when Valeria caught AntiValeria’s long, persistent clitoris between her vaginal lips by accident that the social star believed she could finally win that eternal female fight between equals. Feeling the powerful tremor through her nemesis’ body, she squeezed AntiValeria’s formidable weapon with her own pussy, and enjoyed the long moan that the other brunette exhaled.

“That’s it!” she gasped. “You’re no match for me, you cheap copy!” That a loudmouth like AntiValeria didn’t respond encouraged her to crush her archrival’s clitoris some more. “Just cum like the fucking loser that you are!”

That AntiValeria came well prepared and trained for any eventuality of that kind of hot catfight was something she had demonstrated to Valeria more than once all night, and now she did it again to the social star’s disgrace. Valeria felt how little by little her look-alike foe’s clitoris hardened—even more—and began to violate her even as she squeezed it. AntiValeria’s excited moans were soon joined by Valeria’s heated gasps, and the sexual defenses of her pussy started to collapse.

“Shit! Shit!” both beauties moaned in unison, for the first time on the verge of real defeat. “Fuuuck!”

Somehow, Valeria managed to kick AntiValeria at the same time the other girl kicked her. The powerful pussies broke apart mere seconds before a resolution was reached for good, but neither woman separated her nude and sweaty body from the other. Falling onto their sides, the angry brunettes kissed each other as the model felt AntiValeria’s drenched sex attacking hers again. The two thick cunts collided harshly, and barely half a second later Valeria felt their long clits meeting again in a fencing duel.

“You are not going to win this,” AntiValeria gasped against Valeria’s thick lips. “I’m not going to let you win!”

“Cheap bitch,” the social star spat out. “I’m going to fuck your brains out!”

“Not with this weak clit of yours!” AntiValeria challenged. “Let me see if you can take what you serve!”

Valeria almost howled as she felt her rival’s hot labia trapping her thick clit in revenge for what had happened earlier. For a few intense seconds, she felt like she was going to come like never before in her young life, and she didn’t understand how that filthy copycat of her had managed to resist something like that for so long. But her hatred and her competitive instinct made her resist and, although she could not articulate a word, she was able to counterattack by invading AntiValeria’s strong pussy with accurate, precise clitoral thrusts.

“Fucking bitch,” AntiValeria growled. “Give up and cum! After all I’ve had to do to be here, I deserve it!”

They both exhaled a long moan of pleasure, and Valeria knew that the end was near again. Somehow, she managed to free her hard clitoris, and began assaulting AntiValeria with direct blows between vaginal swords. Stiffness against stiffness, the next minute was the longest and most intense in Valeria Guerrero’s life, but the next was even more, and the next, and the next.

“Whore!” Valeria hissed, feeling a tremor run through her opponent’s body because of the hard, tight contact of bare clitoris, but she found herself shaking as she struggled against the same sensation. How much either of them could withstand that crude and direct physical rod-to-rod assault was something to which she had no answer, but the growing throbbing in her crotch began to alarm her.

“Copying whore!” someone shouted in a cracked voice, but Valeria didn’t know if it was her or her rival.

“That’s right, keep it up, my girls,” another voice said, whispering and lustful, and that voice the model knew it had been neither of them. Out of the corner of her eye, as she and AntiValeria rubbed pussies and clits together in sexual skirmish, she thought she saw the figure of a woman in the shadows.

Whoever it was, she had no time to worry about her. All that mattered was now happening between her legs, with her clitoris, bigger and harder than ever, scrubbing against a spear identical in size and firmness. The dirty duel went on for a few more minutes, always with Valeria on the verge of sexual explosion, with the knowledge that her nemesis was as much on the edge as she was keeping her in the fight.

“Give up!” Valeria spat out.

“You give up!” AntiValeria replied.

Legs rubbed together length against length, and heavy boobs bumped against each other again and again as the cunts battled to the end. Both black-haired beauties rolled on the floor, exchanging positions, from missionary with Valeria on top, to scissoring on equal terms, to missionary with AntiValeria in the top position, and back to scissoring. Valeria was breathing heavily, nearly hyper ventilating with hate, rage and lust as her curvaceous body moved in perfect synchrony with the seductive figure of the other look-alike girl, as they both kissed each other with tongues, biting and licking whit cruelty.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!” Valeria asked in desperation. Her frustration at the other woman’s lack of carnal capitulation reached a climax, so her hands grabbed AntiValeria’s plump breasts and squeezed them while the two rivals violently fucked each other pussy to pussy.

“I’ll never let you screw me, you fake!” her erotic doppleganger groaned, her claws also reaching Valeria’s fat bosoms in retaliation.

Everything seemed to come to a head when one of them moaned louder and higher than expected. The young women fell to the ground with one on top of the other, and the beauty in the upper position began to smash the other woman’s thick clitoris like there was no tomorrow. Both girls grunted and moaned as their private parts rubbed together in ecstasy, but the one underneath began to exhale long moans that showed the two enemies who was finally and undoubtedly being overtaken.

“No!” Valeria Guerrero screamed. “No way!”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” AntiValeria spat out. “Fuck yes!”

“Fuck you!” Valeria fought with everything, drawing dirty moans of pleasure from her enemy’s throat again and again, but it was a defensive fight that she soon lost. Her clitoris, no matter how incredibly firm and long it was, couldn’t take any more after being on edge for twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes of hard-fought sexual pussy-to-pussy contest, and Valeria suddenly found herself hit by the waves of the greatest orgasm she had ever felt.

Then, at the peak of shattering pleasure, she felt AntiValeria coming against her, and the humiliation redoubled—if she had held on ten seconds longer, she would have won the greatest battle of her life. But she could think no more, for her flesh, her mind and her soul could take no more, and Valeria lost consciousness. The last thing she saw was her nemesis’ exhausted grin, her own face watching her from above in delicious victory.

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Valeria woke up. Her eyes opened slowly, and the blurry, watery vision could hardly focus on what the young model had around her. She blinked twice, three times, and then began to see more clearly. The walls were white, and the ceiling was high. Wearily turning her head to one side and the other, she saw the room: it was empty, except for four closed, water-filled cubicles next to one of the walls. Three of them were empty, but in another floated a young girl—a girl her age. Valeria’s brown eyes widened, and her survival instincts kicked in. She tried to run away, but couldn’t—it was then that she realized that she was bound hand and foot to a gurney.

The only door in the room opened, and a woman in her forties walked in, her hands raised in reassurance mode. Her face, however, forced a groan of confusion out of Valeria’s throat.

“No,” the social star growled. “What nightmare is this?”

“Calm down,” the woman said in a voice that Valeria heard every day. “It’s all right. It’s normal to be confused now that…”

“Shut up!” Valeria spat out, looking around for a way out, but seeing the girl in the water again made her heart race. “Untie me!”

“Not until you calm down, number three,” the woman replied.

Something seemed to snap inside Valeria. Somehow, a wall was crumbling in front of her, a wall that had been hiding reality from her until now.

“What the fuck, what the fuck number three?” the dark-haired beauty moaned. “Who are you? Who is she?” Valeria nodded at the girl. Then she saw movement beyond the door, and saw them all. “Who the fuck are those?”

Wherever she looked, there was Valeria, multiple Valeria: identical in height, weight, curves; all her age…except for the forty-something Valeria who was trying in vain to calm her down.

“You and they are the same,” the older Valeria said. “You are all me.”

The smile that spread across the woman’s still beautiful face made the model tremble. It was the smile of an arrogant, seductive, competitive woman like no one else in the world—it was Valeria’s smile, her smile, the smile of all of hers.

“There have never been any rivals for me, for us.” Valeria, the real Valeria Guerrero, kept on talking. “So the conclusion was obvious: only another me could be my ultimate rival. My own nemesis. My antithesis. My AntiValeria.”

Valeria couldn’t believe her ears. She had lost her voice. Beyond the door, the other brunette beauties with brown eyes and heavy breasts were staring hungrily at her.

“If you want to come back, number three, well…” the original woman said. “You’ll have to earn it. Because they all want it too.” Valeria’s smile widened. “Only then will you be able to challenge the one who defeated you and try to regain your position in the real world. Without memories, for that is the payoff. And in the end, whoever is left of you will face me, in the battle of all battles.”

Number three could feel Valeria’s arousal, the wet smell of her sex, a smell she knew well, reaching her sense of smell. Feeling challenged, she felt herself taking back control. Swallowing saliva, catching her breath, she raised her head proudly.

“I will do it,” she said. “I will beat all those fake copies. I’ll beat the dirty bitch that sent me back here again…and I’ll beat you for good. And I’ll be Valeria Guerrero again. Forever and ever.”

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