HAPPY NEW YEAR! This week I'm coming back home, so we can get back to the usual voting. For this first week of 2024, the most voted stories have been DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR and LESSON PLAN. As you can see in the voting board, and as we do every few months, the scores have been reduced to one tenth so that once again every story has a chance to be written. Without further ado, a pleasure to be with you again!
TUESDAY
SHORTS: THE LAKE (10)
WEDNESDAY
AI ART: THE MEASURE
THURSDAY
THURSDAY’S TOPIC: WHAT STORY WOULD YOU LIKE BE REWRITED?
FRIDAY
PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 6
SATURDAY
3D STORY: LESSON PLAN, pages 77-79
SUNDAY
TEXT STORY: DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR, part 6
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VOTING TIME! Remember:
TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.
SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).
After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:
1- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 6 votes.
1- MILK UDDERS: 5 votes.
3- BEAUTY BATTLE: 4 votes.
4- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 4 votes.
5- TANGLE OF LEGS: 4 votes.
6- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 2 votes.
7- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 2 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
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1- LESSON PLAN: 8 votes.
2- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 5 votes.
3- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 4 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.
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The current options are:
TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE
1) MILK UDDERS
Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.
Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.
Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.
Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).
2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION
Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.
Where: Rome (Italy).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3) BEAUTY BATTLE
Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Beijing (China).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS
Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.
Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA)
More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
5) TANGLE OF LEGS
Two office workers in a skyscraper can't stop hearing about each other and how amazing the other legs are.
Women: Tall, leggy, redheads.
Where: Somewhere in Europe.
More suitable styles: Legfight, Toe fucking, Hairpulling.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER
Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.
Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.
Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
7) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR
After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.
Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.
Where: Somewhere in Denmark.
More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3D STORIES AVAILABLE
1) LESSON PLAN
Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.
Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.
Where: Málaga (Spain).
More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.
2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS
A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2
A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.
Where: U.S. West Coast.
More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
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September 10th, 1999
“I remember that night as if it were yesterday, even though it’s been more than twenty years. When I walked into the nightclub, there she was. I hadn’t seen Rosa in months and, confirming my worst fears, she looked prettier than ever, her fucking beautiful green eyes as always looking around like she was the damn queen bee. She got on my nerves from minute one, provoking me with such a posh, sexy look as she prowled like a predator around the guy I had seen first. But the moment she really got under my skin was when she told me not to get my hopes up, because he wanted her, not me. That was the instant I knew we were going to fight that night for the first time, many years later than we should have.” - Diana Bustos
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A streak of lighting flashed across the dark night sky, briefly illuminated the entire city of Malaga in brilliant light. A clap of thunder boomed then in the distance, an echo of violence that accelerated the hearts of the two angry 18-year-old girls who, in that poorly lit alley, circled around each other. The rain fell on their beautiful make-up faces, mingling with emotionally driven tears, trails of mascara running down their cheeks. Black shirts, denim jeans were soaking wet, glued to bodies that, when they started to develop years ago, when they got firm boobs and wide hips, had drastically changed the way each young woman had been interacting with each other.
“I’m gonna shut that big mouth of yours once and for all.” The voice escaped between clenched teeth, full of long-held anger. “That’s what I should have done in high school when you started bullying me.”
“I wasn’t bullying you, just showing you where your place was.” The reply came in the form of a heated snarl, the red-painted lips twisting into a hateful sneer. “You thought you were better than me just because you got bigger tits than mine.”
“And you thought you were better than me because you had tits before I did, Rosa,” the first girl grunted.
“I became a woman before you, Diana, and that always pissed you off,” her rival replied in anger.
It was hard to believe, but those two women hadn’t always hated each other like that. In fact, Diana Bustos and Rosa Soler had been friends since the age of 6—not just friends, but besties. They had shared a desk in class, slept in each other’s house and played together on the beach. They had laughed with each other’s peculiar sense of humor, and whispered one to other secrets that only they knew.
That’s how it had been…until puberty. Rosa had first developed, her little girl’s body growing into a taller, curvier woman’s body before the eyes of Diana. Suddenly, the guys were paying more attention to Rosa, to her growing breasts and long legs, and she started to spend more time with them than with her friend. On the few occasions that they now met, Diana found Rosa treating her with condescension and an air of superiority, like having boobs made her better than her. A burning resentment began to germinate in Diana, irrigated by the jealousy she felt at the sight of Rosa’s attractive body—a body she didn’t yet have.
“What pissed me off was that you looked down your nose at me just because you had tits and ass,” Diana grunted as she walked in circles, hands like claws raised in front of her ex-friend, her soaked brown hair dropping beads of water onto her shoulders, breasts and back. “But guys looking at you then didn’t make you any better than me…as you could see a year later.”
Rosa exhaled a furious groan. Diana knew how much it bothered her to remember what had happened when it was her own body’s turn to develop. She had blossomed late into womanhood but, when she did, Diana became a beautifully curvy woman capable of stealing part of the attention that Rosa had been selfishly accumulating during the previous year. Diana had been especially proud—and she still was—that her boobs had grown bigger than Rosa’s breasts.
“Having guys drooling on your fat tits doesn’t make you any better than me either,” Rosa said under the rain, the thoughts of both girls traveling from past to present constantly, the roots of their enmity sinking their deep roots in their teenage years.
“You’ve always had it in for my tits. That’s why you surrounded yourself with that bunch of stupid girls to bully me.” Diana recalled the hard times Rosa’s gang gave her in high school. More tears came out of her eyes, Rosa’s gaze also flooding with tears as the accumulated tension was taking their toll on the feelings of the young women. “But now you’re alone, and you don’t look so tough anymore.”
“I don’t need anyone to kick your fucking ass,” Rosa said menacingly, brushing a strand of wet dark hair out her face. They’d been wanting to lock up with each other body-to-body for years, but none had dared to take the first step in that direction. That night, however, the wet air smelled of catfighting…because of some random guy in some random nightclub.
It was ridiculous, actually. Both of them had sailed in dangerous waters during high school years, always pushing the boundaries, day after day on the brink of grabbing each other’s hair—Rosa and her gang bullying Diana, Diana always talking bad about Rosa behind her back and, sometimes, right in her face. But nothing had happened. But now, after both beauties had finished their high school studies, after a summer where they celebrated their 18th birthday away from each other, they had met casually in a nightclub, hitting on the same man, and everything they’d been postponing for years had finally exploded.
“We should’ve done this long before,” Diana said, seeing as her rival step into the flickering light of a wall street lamp. Rosa’s face had always been stunning, but the brown-haired girl had to admit to her regret that tonight the other brunette looked incredible, even in spite of the tears and the running mascara. Her devastatingly hypnotizing light green eyes were as feline and defiant as ever, her long eyelashes giving her a top model look that Diana had always detested and envied. In contrast, Diana had big, honest eyes, seductive brown pearls capable of melting men’s hearts or, as was happening now, to cast hatred without mercy.
“I would have fought with you any day, any night, if you had dared to challenge me,” Rosa hissed, her red-painted fleshy mouth twisting with contempt. A few steps away, Diana’s heart-shaped lips also glowed red under the lights and rain.
“Well, here’s my challenge,” Diana grunted, raising her hands in a ‘bring it on’ gesture. “Let’s settle this once and for all right here, right now, bitch.”
It was the first time one of them had spit the b-word in the other’s face, and it seemed that Rosa felt that as a slap in the face. Her cheeks turned red, the long-contained fury about to be released.
“You…fucking…dirty…bitch!”
It finally started, many years late. The storm seemed to feed on the feelings of the girls, the dark clouds opening up as the rain started to fall harder, the low-heeled shoes stepping on the puddles as the two young brunette beauties ran into each other, all envy and hatred at last reaching its physical culmination.
They had visualized that moment so many times in their heads, in their dreams, that both knew what they were going to do. Diana and Rosa threw their fists at each other, looking to damage that facial beauty that had caused them so much pain and anguish, so much insecurity and envy in their teenager years. So when the knuckles hit the other face, the women groaned in pain, but also in pleasure—they barely struck the other left cheek with a clumsy rookie punch, but it felt really good. Feeling the adrenaline, the excitement and the fear, Diana and Rosa pounded now with their left fists, anxious to feel again what it was like to punch the flesh of the person that they hated the most in the whole world.
That time, Rosa’s fist was faster. Her knuckles hit the side of Diana’s chin, forcing a grunt of pain from her and making her fail her blow, her punch only connected with the other’s shoulder. The rain raged on, Diana staggering backwards, her chin throbbing as Rosa followed her with killer instinct in her green eyes.
“Bitch!” Diana insulted again, throwing a desperate punch. A strong right hit Rosa on her cheek, and now it was the raven-haired female’s turn to moan and retreat, now it was Diana’s turn to take advantage and try to finish the fight.
“Youbitch!” Rosa snarled, throwing a defensive punch while Diana tried to stroke her face again. In the rain, their arms clashed together, making them miss their punches. The momentum, however, brought their gorgeous bodies together in a weak, wet embrace. Staggering down the alley, the hearts of the 18-year-old girls beat heavily, their bodies for the first time feeling the woman’s curves of the other—the curves they’d been watching and envying for years. Diana couldn’t help but groan softly as she felt the firm softness of Rosa’s breasts against hers, the smaller pair distracting her from the fight for a few seconds that the other woman used to corner her against an alley wall.
“You shouldn’t have tried to cunt-block me tonight, Diana!” Rosa grabbed her rival’s hair with one hand as she balled the other one into one fist that hit Diana’s ribs in a short but painful blow. Both beauties were so close together that the tremor that ran through Diana’s body jumped into Rosa’s body, their breasts crushed together shaking against each other in that close combat.
“Stay away from the men I want, Rosa!” Diana took revenge with a rabid punch, then another, to her foe’s ribs while her left hand pulled Rosa’s hair. Moaning in tears, Rosa was forced to retreat as both girls lacerated the other scalp and exchanged two or three more weak punches in the ribs until the closeness of their bodies practically forced them to hug each other tightly, as if somehow they unconsciously wanted to measure how good the body with which they had been comparing themselves to for so many years really was.
At that moment, with the storm roaring over their heads, with the downpour soaking the bodies that squeezed each other with strength and hatred, it was more than obvious how differently their physiques had developed, the two young women being examples of distinct but equally attractive standards of beauty. Diana was a curvaceous, well-proportioned beauty, a natural girl-next-door kind of woman; Rosa, for her part, was the model type, tall, slim and fit, posh in dress and makeup lover. Those differences fueled that female illness called insecurity, that which even two hotties like them suffered in the depths of their hearts. Diana and Rosa had always been jealous of what the other had and they didn’t: Diana’s full C-cup bosoms made Rosa feel that her littler B-cup boobs were a small thing, while Rosa’s long legs had always intimidated Diana, Rosa standing five centimeters above Diana’s one-sixty-five body. The brown-haired beauty always worked out at home to get a belly as toned as Rosa’s, and the brunette did the same to get an ass as strong as her rival’s. Diana wanted to have Rosa’s exotic green eyes, and Rosa wanted to have been born with that beautiful heart-shaped mouth of Diana.
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The music and the sound of drunken voices was deafening, but Alex managed to order a drink and find a corner of the tavern’s long bar to lean against as she scanned the crowd. She found a few friendly faces registering their surprise at her visit and engaged in a few conversations, with more than a few guys trying to talk her up. She didn’t understand it herself, but Alex felt no interest in starting anything up with any of the local boys tonight. Part of her was wondering why she was here at all, especially after being warned away from the place.
She didn’t see Kristin Colt until well past eleven, long after she’d downed enough alcohol to get a pleasant buzz on—but that evaporated instantly at the sight of the lean, raven-haired brunette at the other end of the bar. Alex felt her pulse start to hammer as the other girl’s dark eyes met her through the haze of cigarette smoke, neon lights casting her in a devilish red glare that made her look even more coldly beautiful and sultry than Alex remembered from their last violent encounter.
She saw Kristin take a long pull from her drink as she stared down the bar at Alex, and Alex found herself instinctively emptying her own glass as she tried to recharge the numbing glow of booze in her belly that had been extinguished by the sight of Kristin Colt. Kristin wiped her mouth with her forearm, and Alex took a moment’s solace in the idea that the other brunette needed to take a drink once she’d sighted Alex at the other end of the bar. Kristin’s mouth twisted slightly in distaste as she stared at Alex, and Alex felt her own features hardening in hatred as she glared down the bar at Kristin. There must have been thirty people between them, gesturing, drinking, shouting and laughing, but they all seemed to fade into ghostly non-entities as Alex and Kristin drank in each other’s faces and traded hard, angry stares through twenty feet of intervening space.
Kristin was seated, and she made the first move between the two of them, slowly pushing herself away from the bar and rising up to her full five foot eight-inch height, and setting down her glass with a crack that could be heard even through the overwhelming bar noise. Alex pushed her glass away from her and moved a foot or so away from the bar. She felt almost like she was in some Old West movie where she and another gunslinger were facing one another down in a saloon, but there was nothing to laugh about here. She was closer to the exit than Kristin and, if she wanted to, she could end this right now without a problem. It would take her a few minutes probably to push her way to the doorway but Kristin had a much longer way to go and would never be able to catch her before Alex could disappear into the night and leave this all behind her again.
She never gave the idea a thought. She began pushing her way through the crowd slowly toward Kristin and she could see the other young woman eagerly, coldly maneuvering through the crowd toward her. Alex had kept in very good shape for the past five years—there was barely an ounce of fat on her body, just enough to give her pelvis and butt some sexy curves and to fill out the C-cups in the black bra she wore. But pushing through this New Year’s Eve crowd was more than an effort—it was almost frightening as she felt the crush of dozens of people pushing in against her from all sides. Making any forward progress at all called on all her muscle, mostly centered in her thighs and butt as she had to make herself as slight an obstruction as possible to squeeze through the drunken denizens crowded around her. Just moving through six feet of bar space seemed to draw on all her effort and she was panting and almost choking as the hot claustrophobic air of the tavern, human respiration and body odor closed around her. She could see Kristin Colt’s black mane, now mussed and starting to matt against her forehead and cheekbones as perspiration provided a glossy sheen on the other brunette’s sleek, sultry features. Alex could feel sweat on her own forehead and chest as she slowly, implacably fought against the bodies around her to push her way toward Kristin, grateful—at least she thought—that the other dark-haired beauty was making her way towards her with equal effort.
From time to time, Kristin’s face and hair and her bare, toned shoulders would disappear behind some bouncer or other man much larger than her, or someone would push in front of Alex and block her view, so her target would disappear and reappear a few feet closer, making their actual meeting point hard to predict. Alex was breathing hard now almost as much from an electric anticipation as she was from the bone-crushing effort of moving forward. Her limbs felt heavy, aching with exertion as she fought her way forward. For a long, infuriating moment she lost sight of the other brunette, and she felt herself gasping in frustrated fury wondering if Kristin had cut away toward the exit like some coward.
Instead, the enemy brunette suddenly appeared out of the crowd terrifyingly close to Alex. She locked onto Kristin’s beautiful, cold-blooded face now barely two feet away from her and she saw the other young woman’s features twist in hate, her gorgeous, almond-shaped eyes widening in anticipation as she registered just how near the two rivals were to each other now.
Alex felt fingers tighten around her left bicep and nails dig into the flesh there, and she felt Kristin Colt’s powerful right arm dragging her, forcing her between two large men. It took Alex to add her own effort to push herself between the two guys until finally there was nothing between her and Kristin Colt. Kristin shoved herself up against Alex’s body and she felt the other woman’s lean, toned muscle crushing into her own. Kristin’s face pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead with Alex’s, hot, panting breath blasting across Alex’s face as the other brunette breathed in sharp breaths, glaring at close range into Kristin’s eyes with a hungry, predatory excitement.
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Summoning all the strength of her powerful long legs, the cheerleader took the dancer by surprise by pushing her back a step. With a startled yell, Kristine tightened her hug on Valentine and, right at the edge of the wooden pier, managed to stop the blonde’s momentum.
“You cheating bitch,” Kristine blamed as Valentine felt again the incredible power of the other young woman’s legs being put to work against her. “You’re the girl in heat who desperately needs to cool down.”
With the sweet taste of Kristine’s lips still on hers, Valentine tried in vain to force the brunette to take another step back. Her opponent held her ground and, a moment later, managed to spin their bodies, the blonde suddenly finding herself on the verge of falling into the water.
“You don’t have the body that it takes to throw me off this pier, slut,” Valentine grunted, matching Kristine muscle for muscle without giving an inch of ground.
“I have the legs it takes, girl,” the dancer exhaled menacingly. “And I have thesetits…”
Valentine immediately felt the pressure building between busts, the load of firm flesh that Kristine was carrying in her bikini top pushing against hers fervently. She responded with her own furious, heated breast compression, just before forcing Kristine aside with a grunt of effort.
“Thosetits of yours are nothing compared to mine,” she groaned. “And the same if we’re talking about legs, Kris.”
“Bullshit, Val,” Kristine gasped. “That’s fucking bullshit.”
The contending girls stumbled across the wooden surface of the pier and, at least for now, neither added another word to their psychological warfare to focus on the physical battlefield. After half an hour engaged heavy chest to heavy chest and leg strength to leg strength with her brown-eyed rival, Valentine began to feel the toll of the female battle, her sweat-filled body being unable to offer the same inflexible resistance as before. Luckily for her, she also felt Kristine’s perspiring body giving less of a fight to hers, so the conflict became a desperate test where the first of them to yield too much in a second of weakness would end up in the lake.
For a whole minute, Lakeport’s hottest girls silently struggled with each other, only a few soft, unintelligible grunts escaping from their clenched teeth as they rotated in slow tight circles, bearhug against bearhug, plump bosoms crushing together in close quarters competition, well-built legs straining in effort to push and tear down. The physical equality with her dark-haired nemesis had never been more evident than in that moment of attrition, so Valentine couldn’t prevent her whole alabaster skin from becoming electrified with resentment while trying to outdo Kristine.
Then, all of a sudden, the gorgeous blonde found herself teetering on the edge of the pier, the heel of her bare left foot leaning unsteadily against the lip of the wooden platform. Kristine was in the same precarious position in front of her, with her right foot almost out of the pier. The two long-legged beauties were less than half a step away from completely losing their balance, but that didn’t stop the fight, and Valentine found Kristine trying to seize the moment by lunging body to body against her, seemingly unaware or not caring that they were both about to fall into the water.
“Bitch,” Valentine grunted as the brunette’s firm, heavy breasts pressed tightly against her magnificent pair of dense orbs.
“Bitch,” Kristine replied, the moonlight shining on her malice-filled eyes as she returned the carnal pressure with desperation and hunger for victory.
It was impossible to tell who ended up pushing to the side, even knowing what it would bring for the two women tied in a tight embrace, but suddenly the physical stalemate was undone with both rivals losing their footing. Valentine howled at the same time as Kristine as they fell and dragged each other into the water, which immediately welcomed them. Like fire crashing into ice, Valentine’s burning body hit the cold surface of the lake, the thermal shock leaving the blonde out of play for a couple of seconds. Her long, strong legs flailed out in the water alongside Kristine’s before, still hugging each other, the sexy opponents submerged completely, sinking inexorably to the bottom of the lake. Managing to discern what was up and what was down in that underwater chaos, Valentine regained her senses in time to feel the powerful legs of her dark-haired foe meet and lock around hers, her own pair responding by engaging Kristine’s long lower limbs with a fierce hold.
All the time Valentine had spent observing and analyzing Kristine’s legs over the past few months had not prepared her for that moment. For the first time, she was feeling in her own flesh how truly strong, how truly long the dancer’s extremities were—she perceived them as almighty, immeasurable. With all four legs entangling like mating water snakes, the blonde had to reluctantly admit with a toxic rush of jealousy that Kristine had every reason to be so insanely proud of her best assets.
Bubbles streamed from the mouths of both women as they curled their young, fit bodies around each other, squeezing with arms and legs in desperation. The underwater duel was getting really dangerous very fast, the female dispute threatening to make the girls pay a high price. Feeling her lungs burning under the pressure of Kristine’s vigorous muscles, Valentine knew she had to get back to the surface of the lake within seconds, but she still decided against all logic that she had something to prove now that her legs were tied to the dancer’s pair. So she crushed with strength born of bitterness, and Kristine did the same.
Rotating in slow circles underwater, with their long hair fanning out behind their heads like halos, the leggy women fought in that drastic, reckless squashing battle for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Valentine felt a sick pleasure at the sight of the desperation on Kristine’s beautiful face, which encouraged her to press more and more, but she herself had to bare her teeth and release more oxygen as the brunette squeezed back with the corded strength of her arms and, above all, her legs. Immediately the blonde knew that her air reserves were about to be fully drained, so her survival instinct took over—though in a way she least expected.
Unable to resist the sight of the tempting bubbles escaping from between Kristine’s thick lips, Valentine sealed both mouths with hunger and began slurping the precious oxygen. The dancer’s eyes widened in surprise and worry, but the cheerleader immediately noticed that her rival also started trying to steal the air from her mouth. Never before had Valentine been engaged in a kiss like that, so intense, extreme and agonizing that every inch of her body throbbed. It felt unexpectedly, overwhelmingly sexy too, as if the blonde’s body and mind understood that the agony of the last breath was somehow a perverse, unhealthy reflection of carnal pleasure. So when she felt Kristine’s tongue inside her, instead of rejecting it, she welcomed it with her own heated licks.
That could not last any longer, though. Starting to choke, Valentine shoved her hand against Kristine’s chin at the same time as her adversary pushed hers with her own hand. Giving each other a quick, hard push, the beauties parted their lips abruptly, a burst of bubbles erupting out of their ravenous mouths, the last of the reserves of their lungs getting lost in the water. After a resentful mutual leg squeeze, the gorgeous blonde reluctantly let go of Kristine’s long limbs, the girls kicking free of each other to desperately dart for the surface of the lake.
The moon shining out of the dangerous airless realm seemed far away from Valentine but, all of a sudden, her head broke the water. Sucking down huge gulps of air, she tried to extinguish the fire that was burning in her throat, but for a moment she could only cough as she struggled to keep her exhausted body afloat. Five or six feet away, Kristine was also trying to collect herself from the short but agonizing underwater contest, her mouth wide open, her beautiful face and long hair drenched.
Taking the risk of looking away from her nemesis for a second, Valentine glanced around and saw that they were halfway between the pier they had fallen from and the Visser family docks. Beyond the warehouse and the grove of trees, the cheerleader could distinguish the soft glow of the town lights as a distant reminder of the real world. Turning her face toward Kristine, she saw the other woman’s dark brown eyes staring at her with open hatred, and understood that there, in the darkness that only the full moon illuminated, the rules and morals of the civilization that stood where there was light had absolutely no validity.
With determination and animosity glowing in her blue eyes, Valentine leaned back and began to swim backwards without losing sight of the beautiful brunette. Kristine licked her wet lips and followed her, the two girls carefully keeping some distance between them as they swam back to the shore. Valentine wasn’t done with Kristine yet and, from the way her rival was looking at her, it was clear to the blonde that the dancer didn’t think it was over either.
Valentine’s bare feet finally touched ground, what seemed to be a small sandbank twenty-some feet from the shore allowing her to stand up in all her splendor, the lake covering her just a little under her knees. Rivulets of water dripped down her body, caressing her curves in a bikini—her full breasts, her graceful hips, her round ass, her strong thighs. Shaking her soaked golden hair, she splashed water around before returning her gaze to Kristine. The brunette had reached the shallows of the lake too and, as the blonde herself, her also gorgeous body emerged from the water in a seductive spectacle of wet curves.
For a whole minute, there was absolute silence. Valentine watched Kristine’s eyes moving up and down her body over and over again, her enemy making no attempt to hide the fact that she was analyzing her, so the cheerleader neither did it as she looked at every inch of the brunette’s body, comparing each female asset with the ones in her figure. In the bluish light of night, Valentine realized that somehow Kristine’s exhausted, drenched body looked better than ever, as if the fight had swollen every curve to give it a fuller, rounder appearance. There was also a sharper definition in the dancer’s muscles, particularly in her dangerously long legs but, fortunately for the blonde, she herself felt curvier, fitter despite the fatigue accumulated in her body. The jealousy in Kristine’s eyes confirmed her thoughts, though she was sure her own gaze could not hide her resentment towards what she was seeing in the brunette’s body.
“You dirty cunt.” When Kristine broke the tense silence, Valentine could clearly discern the weariness and hostility in her raspy voice. “Trying to drown me like the psycho you are…”
The blonde hardened her gaze and bit her lower lip with some anger. For an instant she felt offended by the other girl’s accusation since Kristine had squeezed all the oxygen out of her body with arms and legs—she had even stuck her tongue in her mouth at the most critical moment. But Valentine could not deny that she had been playing the same dangerous game as the brunette and that, at least for a few agonizing seconds, she had wanted so badly to crush Kristine between her arms and legs that she had completely ignored the risks of the submerged struggle.
“Says the whore who has tried everything she can to drown me, dirty tongue included,” Valentine said with a hissing whisper, her words full of animosity but also fatigue. “But if this has scared you, you can leave with your tail between your legs. I promise not to brag too much.”
“It was you who put your mouth on mine, don’t you forget it,” Kristine replied. “And you’re the one losing this fight, so if you can’t go on, just say so. Although I can’t promise not to brag too much.”
“I’m losing?” the cheerleader groaned in surprise. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It is clear that I overwhelmed you in the body fight earlier,” the dancer murmured cockily, a soft smile curving her full lips. “And I’m pretty sure that I threw you off the pier.”
“Stupid bitch,” Valentine grunted, her blood starting to burn just thinking that Kristine believed she was besting her. “I must have starved your brain of too much oxygen, ‘cause I was the one who pushed you into the water.” She arrogantly raised her chin as she forced a half smile on her wet face. “All that after showing you that it is my body that is the boss here.”
“I have the boobs and definitely have the legs to overpower yours,” the brunette uttered. “So you’re not the boss of anything, you weak girl.”
Valentine began to walk slowly forward, the insult making her heavy jugs throb under her pink bikini top, straining the strong muscles in her legs. Under her feet, the sand felt slippery, unstable—fighting there would not be easy, especially in her exhausted state. Ahead of the blonde, Kristine went to meet her and, for a moment, only the smooth sound of water swirling around the girls’ legs echoed in the night. When the rivals stopped within four feet of each other, the water level barely reached a little above their ankles.
“Let me be very clear, Kris: neither your boobs nor your legs will ever overpower mine in any way.” The cheerleader rested her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest proudly, her well-shaped body exuding wet eroticism in the gloom. “So if you’re not too tired to continue, I’m more than willing to have another body competition with you here and now.”
The tall brunette opened her mouth to answer, but something stopped her. Valentine saw clearly how the other girl’s dark brown eyes moved down to her breasts, and she herself looked down to find the longest nipples she had ever seen on her boobs before—so big that the lycra of the bikini stretched in each bosom like a tent. Feeling her cheeks burn, Valentine looked straight ahead, and found Kristine now staring at her own glands. Two large nipples were clearly noticeable under the green bikini in the center of each breast of the brunette and, by the look on her face, she was as shocked at the sight of those hard rods as the cheerleader herself was at her own stiff pair. With the tightness in her crotch again intensifying, Valentine kept feeling perturbed and confused by the unwanted erotic veil that hung around the female duel.
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Kissfighter?
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She felt an animal growl issuing from Kristin’s dark lips and Kristin’s panting breath hot against hers as the other brunette’s body coiled tightly against hers in the dark. The sight of Kristin’s gorgeous face filling her range of vision, eyes wide with hate and excitement had Alex’s pulse racing and her own breathing matching the ragged, hyperventilating gasps coming from her new enemy. Both girls rammed short, vicious punches into each other’s bare flanks, grunting and panting in growing exhaustion as each tried to pour all her hate and stamina into the fight. As Kristin pinned her against the wall, Alex felt a flash of panic and shame, her large eyes darting past Kristin’s leering face to the dim shadows of onlookers watching the tussle. Was she strong enough? Tough enough to hold her own against Kirstin Colt?
She could see a flicker of hesitation and doubt crossing Kristin’s face too. She knew Kristin had been in other fights just like Alex had, but all her previous little scuffles were nothing compared to this vicious, unexpected bar fight. If she was taking it to Kristin enough to frighten her even for a second, Alex felt she had something to be proud of…
As she squirmed against Kristin’s body the raw sensation of the other woman’s firm flesh and muscle flexing and pressing against her own felt overwhelming. The tight tank top and yoga pants were like a second skin, transmitting and magnifying every flick and twitch of muscle and bone against her body until she felt like she knew every inch, every curve and contour of the raven-haired young woman battling her. Kristin’s chest and those perky C-cup breasts she sported jammed and jolted against Alex’s boobs, tightly packed as they were inside her halter, making them tingle and throb with sensation as gravity and another woman’s firm bustline tugged and pounded at them. Kristin’s taut, bare abs smacked and clenched against Alex’s as each seemed eager to demonstrate how flat and toned her belly was compared to her rival’s, and both pairs of lean, muscular thighs slid and gripped at one another, black lycra sliding and tugging against black lycra in the darkness as their legs wrestled one another for control and dominance.
Kristin’s ragged, panting breathing seemed to be reaching a fever pitch as she yanked Alex’s hair with one hand and punched and slapped at her twitching waist and pelvis with the other, and Alex gasped and hissed too in growing effort and excitement as she felt out the rival brunette’s weaknesses and soft spots, shivering as she felt Kristin’s body respond to her blows.
I’ve almost beat her, she thought to herself desperately. I can beat her out tonight, once and for all…right here…right now…
Her gorgeous blue eyes ate up Kristin’s face, ate up the raven-haired tough girl’s piercing brown eyes as the two women writhed and clenched against each other, grunting and moaning as they traded attacks in close, intimate combat. Then suddenly Alex felt Kristin’s hand reaching down to clutch at her spread upper thighs, forcing her body to twitch at the other woman’s invasive touch. She saw Kristin’s eyes widen in growing excitement, her hot little gash of a mouth twisting in spite as her hand suddenly clamped down on Alex’s crotch through the taut fabric of her yoga pants and the black panties beneath them. Alex bucked and moaned against the wall behind her as Kristin consolidated her merciless hold on Alex’s crotch. The raven-haired woman edged her middle finger into the cleft between Alex’s vulva, forcing itself upward until the crotch of her panties and yoga pants was now invading her sex, splitting her overheated labia.
Something inside Alex exploded and she felt her gyrating ass sliding down against the warm painted brick of the hallway wall until her butt hit the floor, even as Kristin loomed above her, one hand still tearing Alex’s dark hair as she stared upward at her brunette tormentor. Kristin’s black-clad thighs were spread, and Alex managed to jab her fist upward directly into the other brunette’s exposed crotch, forcing a grunt out of Kristin—but her leverage wasn’t enough to make the blow decisive, and Kristin quickly turned sideways to fend off any further attacks as she yanked at Alex’s hair.
Alex recoiled as the dominant brunette began to rain open-handed slaps across her face, futilely trying to fend off the blows as Kristin leaned downward in a cruel, dominant pose and sneered at her.
“Don’t you ever show your fucking face here again!” the other brunette thundered at her, her low, gravelly voice rising above the din of onlookers and music in the dive bar.
Alex had limped out of the bar in shame that night, fleeing Buford for California not long afterward. She had gotten incredibly lucky in Los Angeles, landing an agent and some TV appearances only a few months after her arrival. After that she was busy enough to leave thoughts of her hometown life behind. She’d shaken off the memories of attending high school alongside Kristin and focused on the future rather than the past…until her family had finally convinced her to make this holiday visit. She’d skulked around town avoiding the local hot spots, always nervous that she might encounter Kristin or someone who knew her and could alert Kristin that Alex was in town. But it wasn’t long before her arrival caused a buzz and a few people on the street recognized her, as much from her TV appearances as her former life in Buford.
Maybe Kristin already knew, Alex thought, glancing at her phone in irritation as she stood in the long line to get into Banger’s. There was no way to confirm the threatening text was from Kristin Colt. Alex had lost track of Kristin’s phone number years ago, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t pissed off other people in Buford—other people who might want to hang out at Banger’s on a New Year’s Eve. The bar had a reputation for its New Year’s Eve blowouts, and the last one Alex had attended had been a doozy. This night looked like it was drawing an even bigger crowd and, as Alex pushed her way inside, she quickly shrugged out of her jacket to adjust to the dense dry heat generated by the bar’s furnace and hundreds of warm bodies.
Alex returned to the place where all her anxieties and worries came from.
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Kristine’s cheeks immediately turned red, but that didn’t stop her from moving towards Valentine with determination. With a quick step ahead, the cheerleader met the brunette in the center of the pier, both young girls pushing their fat boobs together again as they kept their hands on their hips.
“You will know who’s bigger and firmer when you fall in the water on your ass, honey,” the dancer groaned against Valentine’s face.
“It’s you who will end up in the water, sweetheart,” Valentine retorted grimly. “And then youwill know. After all these months, you will finally know.”
Kristine grunted softly in response, and Valentine immediately felt the brunette’s heavy glands dragging across hers a few inches. Sensing what her rival was looking for, she moved her own bosoms a bit, also seeking the position where she could take better advantage of the generous volume of her breast mass. The blonde immediately felt Kristine’s thick nipples penetrating her areolas even through the double layer of lycra, and her own hardened rods returned the favor in the dancer’s areolas—she should have guessed that, with boobs so similar in size and shape, that would happen. However, that time Valentine didn’t bring up the stiff nipple issue, and Kristine didn’t seem willing to do so either.
“Are you ready?” the cheerleader asked, pulling back her right leg, flexing her left. Through their breast connection, she immediately felt the same movement from the other girl.
“Always,” Kristine whispered, and the body contest between leggy, busty rivals broke out again.
Valentine instantly noticed how much pressure her arms and hands had saved her before, her two proud boobs immediately taking an overwhelming surge of volume and firmness from Kristine’s breasts. But her pair resisted as both beauties moaned aloud, their sensitive jugs pushing each other in the middle of the wooden pier. Suppressing her instinct to pull her hands away from her hips and grab her enemy, Valentine used her long legs to propel herself forward and crushed the two set of bosoms even tighter, but still no girl retreated. Unlike the first duel among the trees, in that small pier there was not too much margin for error. Valentine knew she could give up a step, but a second one would throw her into the lake in humiliating wet defeat. However, if she could get Kristine to take two steps back…
There was no doubt that Kristine was also aware of just how close both victory and defeat were, as Valentine felt another strong push against her breasts that almost knocked her back. Her breasts responded with impetus and, for half a second, the blonde perceived the dancer’s body almost losing its balance. The beautiful women kept on negotiating thrusts, never separating their D-cup boobs while their bikini-clad titflesh bulged under the mutual pressure. Valentine could not help but pant as her young breasts took more and more of Kristine’s firm mass, more and more of her hard nipples, so she moved her shoulders to ensure that her glands were in the best position to crush with volume and stab with erections. Kristine’s moans let her know that her plan was working, but Valentine couldn’t deny that the brunette’s boobs were affecting her in the same dirty way, her body quivering in unison with the tremors of Kristine’s.
Am I really doing this? Valentine thought for a few seconds of lucidity, her fat bust squeezing against her foe’s equally big rack. When just over an hour before she was in her room covering her heavy and luscious globes with her pink bikini, all she had expected for her virtues was a bit of tanning, but what she could never have guessed was that before the day was out, she would end up getting her breasts into the biggest mess of all, testing them in the most unexpected way possible against the girl who had been challenging her mental health on a daily basis for years. Her sexy boobs were made to be seductively displayed in low-cut clothes and bikinis, to brag about their size and solidity, to touch and kiss them when she was alone in her bedroom or in the company of some lucky guy. But now, challenged by Kristine Anderson, Valentine had discovered that her pair was also good for much more: to intimidate and threaten, to shove and fight. Against all social norms, it was a direct, frontal way to resolve uncertainties and ambiguities. So, gritting her teeth, the cheerleader kept pushing, leaving any personal and moral doubts for when her female ego was not at stake.
The body strength test continued, one minute becoming two, and then three before Valentine lost track of time, neither she nor her rival being able to move the other one a single step backwards. But, at some point that the blonde was unable to identify, the female clash changed its direction, and she realized that she was surprisingly dragging her breasts from side to side through the brunette’s—how long she had been doing it, she had no idea. But her surprise was even greater when she noticed that Kristine was doing the same thing, rubbing her big boobs firmly against hers from right to left, from left to right. But none of that made the dancer’s legs push any less hard, so Valentine didn’t relax hers one iota and kept shoving with every muscle of her long, toned limbs as both beauties straightened up a bit, each chest friction answered by another chest friction.
“Blonde whore,” Kristine panted, her face pushed against Valentine’s, their breaths mingling between gasps. “I admit you’ve put some muscle into your legs with all that cheerleading and swimming, but you’re still going to end up in the water.”
Valentine noticed that, in spite of where the maximum pressure point was undeniably located, Kristine was focusing her attention on her legs, not her bosoms, and that time she was fine with that since she didn’t feel ready to openly admit what she and the brunette were actually doing with their breasts. In her rationalization of those dirty actions, she felt there was a big difference between thrusting forward with her mammary glands and rubbing them against Kristine’s hard pair, because the former could still qualify as a fighting act, while the latter went in a direction that was much more uncomfortable to accept.
“Dancing and swimming has also strengthened your legs well,” Valentine conceded as she tried to get that last line of thought out of her head, her fleshy mouth just an inch and a half away from the other girl’s. “But that’s not gonna help you when I push you into the lake, you dark-haired cunt.”
“You’re not thatstrong, Val,” Kristine said, giving Valentine a dirty breast-to-breast rub while still pushing hard with her strong legs. “You think you’re such a hot and tough bitch, but you’ve been avoiding me for four years.”
“What?” the blonde almost screeched in disbelief, her heart hammering in her chest as she scrubbed it a little harder against Kristine’s, as she matched the strength of the dark-haired girl’s legs with her own. “Listen, slut, and listen well: if you had told me you wanted to get it on, I would have given you what you were looking for anytime these last four years.” Even as she spoke, Valentine realized that the words were disturbingly true. “After class, in front of everyone, or in private as now.”
“I would have loved to humiliate your legs in front of the whole school,” the dancer said proudly.
“It would have been your legs that everyone would have seen humiliated,” the cheerleader spat back.
“You don’t have anywhere near what it takes to humiliate anything on my body,” Kristine challenged.
“This body of mine has plenty of what it takes to handle and humiliate yours,” Valentine replied. “Especially if we compare legs.”
“You bitch!” The blonde noticed a certain annoying touch in the brunette’s voice. “You wish you had legs like mine!”
“Never, you slut!” Valentine herself noticed Kristine’s words getting under her skin in spite of herself. “Mine are stronger and longer!”
Legs had always been at the heart of everything that went wrong between Kristine and her, so Valentine wasn’t surprised that the mutual disdain for each other’s proud assets made them escalate the fight right away. Both girls immediately began to bump into each other chest to chest with a violence that arose from the furious words exhaled, Valentine’s blood boiling at the thought of Kristine actually believing that she could one way or another humiliate her long legs. Summoning all the reserves of strength in her powerful lower limbs, the blonde started to ram her bosoms again and again against the brunette’s equally heavy pair, but her ferocity was instantly matched by Kristine and her impetuous boob-first thrusts, with both young beauties moaning and roaring face to face as they mashed their dense bikini-clad glands together under the moonlight.
Valentine’s pink flip-flops flew off her feet as she twisted her bust to smash her sexy globes into Kristine’s from the right, but the brunette turned her body to receive the blow head-on and return it with her own quick smack of breasts. There were two or three more mutual collisions before the eighteen-year-old girls suddenly found themselves circling around each other in the narrow pier, the weighty loads of their bikini tops insistently, eagerly bumping together. Giving and taking blows, Valentine dismissed the recurring doubts that tried to assail her mind about the unconventional way she and her foe were fighting and let the prominent pride she had developed in her big boobs over the past year flow through her body now that she discovered that they could be real weapons. But that satisfaction was disputed over and over again by the determination that supported Kristine’s breast strokes, the other girl’s hot glands standing in the way of Valentine’s bosoms all the while with their youthful firmness and substantial size.
The aggressive female dance continued for a few minutes on the wooden pier, the grunts of contained effort and pain echoing through the night as the D-cup pair of the blue-eyed blonde clashed against the D-cup pair of the brown-eyed brunette with an insistence that was always powerfully answered. It wasn’t until Kristine accompanied a hard breast pounding with a dirty, quick boobs-to-boobs rub that Valentine decided it was time to up the stakes. Crashing furiously into the dancer, she began to scrub her sweaty bosoms across Kristine’s solid orbs, forcing a series of short moans from the depths of the throats of both females. With their hands still on their hips, the two rivals moved their torsos left and right aggressively, and Valentine couldn’t help but grunt as she felt Kristine’s nipples dragging through her bikini—they felt twice as hard as they had minutes earlier.
“You are even stiffer than before, Val,” Kristine accused as she pushed her fleshy mouth against the blonde’s ear, her words connecting with Valentine’s thoughts.
“You too, Kris,” the cheerleader replied in the brunette’s ear. “If you beg me, maybe there’s still time to let you kiss me again, as I’m sure you’re looking forward to it,” she arrogantly concluded.
“You haughty low-class bitch,” Kristine grunted, her boobs feeling suddenly fuller against Valentine’s pair. “You can suck my big tits like you’ve been wanting for months.”
“Don’t put in my mouth what you want, cunt,” the blonde exhaled, her breasts rubbing against Kristine’s insistently. “Now that you feel mine against yours, you must be dying to eat them.”
“I’m sure you’d love for me eating these boobies of yours, but that will never happen,” the dark-haired girl groaned.
The oral battle to settle who lusted after whom resumed with an extra edge of spitefulness after the long skirmish of bikini-clad busts in the pier. Valentine knew it was too late to retrace the path of hatred and forget what they had said to each other in the heat of the catfight to return to the moment when they could have let themselves be carried away by carnal curiosity to lock their young sexy bodies together in a completely different way—if only for one night. Now, the beautiful cheerleader was only interested in proving that she was the better of the two, and that included forcing the other leggy, buxom woman to admit that she had the hots for her.
“Liar.” Valentine intensified the friction between breasts as her hot breath kissed Kristine’s ear. “Sooner or later you’re gonna put your dirty tongue on my fat tits, because my body makes you hornier than you’ve ever been.”
“Let’s see who is hornier here, blondie,” Kristine said as Valentine noticed the other girl’s face turning towards hers.
As if there were some magnetic force impossible to resist, the cheerleader rotated her own head to suddenly find herself making out with the dancer again—in spite of the mutual accusations, she seemed as unable as Kristine to control her lust. The impulsive kiss made both young girls moan softly but, determined to show herself as imperturbable and confident as possible, Valentine immediately stifled the next sighs that rose in her throat. In front of her, Kristine also stopped moaning so, for the next few seconds, only the wet sound of thick lips brushing each other could be heard under the full moon. Slowly, the arms of one and the other left the hips to hug the rival’s body, their dense hard-nippled bosoms squeezing each other as the echo of the saliva-filled kisses intensified in the surrounding waters. Again it seemed that the fight was put aside to make way for a session of delicate, friendly seduction, but Valentine knew that she was still in the middle of a battle—the most bizarre and unpredicted of all battles.
Opening her eyes, Valentine met Kristine’s defiant gaze staring straight at her, the brunette’s dilated pupils flashing dangerously under the bluish moonlight. Narrowing her own blue eyes, the cheerleader opened and closed her mouth in unison with the dancer, the kiss growing wetter and deeper with every second until, feeling herself vulnerable and unbeatable at the same time, Valentine pushed her tongue forward to rape the other girl’s mouth…just to find Kristine’s oral muscle trying the same thing. The contact made both females moan, and the throbbing that had been lightly pounding between the young cheerleader’s legs for many minutes strengthened.
It was then that something white floating in the lake next to the pier caught the blonde’s attention. Looking past the shoulder of her enemy, Valentine realized that it was Kristine’s flip-flops—like herself, the brunette must have lost them during the violent breast duel. The almost dreamlike vision worked as a trigger, and every muscle in her young, fit body tensed as Valentine remembered in which direction she should be focusing her efforts.
The kiss broke with a resounding double gasp, the blonde pulling her hot mouth away from the brunette’s before pushing herself forehead to forehead against her.
“You’re really horny, Kris,” Valentine gasped as she looked intensely into her foe’s eyes. “So I think you could use a nice cold dip.”
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Which sexfight artist or writer should I pay a commission to share it with all of you here? Share your ideas!
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REMEMBER THAT THESE VOTES WILL BE FOR STORIES IN JANUARY. If you want to avoid voting once a week, since there are THREE voting times left in December, add up all the votes here. That is:
TITFIGHT LEVEL: 3 votes for text stories and 3 votes for 3D stories.
SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 6 votes for text stories and 6 votes for 3D stories.
This way you will be free for the Christmas holidays, in case you won't be at home, and you won't lose votes!
The current options are:
TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE
1) MILK UDDERS
Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.
Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.
Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.
Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).
2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION
Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.
Where: Rome (Italy).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3) BEAUTY BATTLE
Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Beijing (China).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS
Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.
Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA)
More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
5) TANGLE OF LEGS
Two office workers in a skyscraper can't stop hearing about each other and how amazing the other legs are.
Women: Tall, leggy, redheads.
Where: Somewhere in Europe.
More suitable styles: Legfight, Toe fucking, Hairpulling.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER
Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.
Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.
Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
7) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR
After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.
Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.
Where: Somewhere in Denmark.
More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3D STORIES AVAILABLE
1) LESSON PLAN
Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.
Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.
Where: Málaga (Spain).
More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.
2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS
A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2
A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.
Where: U.S. West Coast.
More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
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Hello everybody.
I've been without internet since yesterday, so I have connected from work for a moment to write to you.
I wanted to let you know that on Thursday I will be back home to spend the Christmas vacations with the family after three years without seeing them. That will not affect the content of the month, since I have some things already prepared. The difference is that the weekly votes will be accumulated for January, since the text and 3D stories that I will post in these last weeks of December will be from the ones I have already prepared. So don't forget to keep voting every Monday (and this week as soon as I can upload something).
I would also like to take this opportunity, although I will probably be able to connect earlier, to wish you a good holiday season with your families.
Ps: And of course, as soon as I regain Internet connection I will start posting the Patreon content of these days.
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“I’m tougher than you’ll ever be,” Xiu Li said, taking a look at the booze bottle. “This Baijiu is too soft for what I usually take, but it’s a good thing we’re drinking it. I don’t want you to pass out before you and I get some things settled.”
“Oh, please,” Fang Mei rolled her eyes for a second, her legs tightening their muscles as the two pairs of strong limbs kept intertwining like boas. “I can outdo you drinking any day or night you want.”
“You bitch,” Xiu Li whispered as she leaned forward, her dark eyes staring intently at the equally dark, equally feline gaze of her nemesis. “I doubt it. I doubt it very much.”
“You whore.” Fang Mei bent her body forward, the faces of the pretty females barely separated by a few inches, their dilated pupils burning in front of each other in their own personal war of wills as the breath of alcohol mingled in the narrow space between sexy lips. “Let’s see for ourselves here and now.”
Filling their shot glasses for a third time, the women once again heated their throats with burning Baijiu. Then came a fourth, and a fifth shot. Self-confidence in their alcohol tolerance was high in both stunning Chinese beauties, so the sixth and seventh shots came quickly. Although they hated to admit it, the 32-year-old women began to feel a certain admiration for their rival, as the other brunette drank fast, unhesitatingly. If the other female was being affected by alcohol, she certainly wasn’t showing it beyond a slight and growing redness on her beautiful cheeks. But the respect, as always between adversaries, didn’t last, as it turned into envy, frustration and competition, feelings that both cute women saw shining in the other eyes, feelings that translated into their increasingly tighter leg tangle. The desire to win the first psychological battle between them grew in the private booth as more and more alcohol flooded the bodies of the look-alike adversaries.
“What do you think, you weak legs, if we make this more interesting?” Xiu Li said with some frustration at her enemy’s refusal to give up. She knew the game had to end now, as there were only a few drinks left in the bottle.
“I’m ready for anything, short-legged weakling,” Fang Mei grunted with equal dissatisfaction. At this point, both lower bodies were totally intertwined, and the upper bodies were threatened each other at hot, close range.
“Two truths, one lie. You know the game?” Xiu Li asked, her hot and alcoholic breath kissing Fang Mei’s pretty face as her foe nodded. “Well, whoever misses the lie will have to drink a shot…and take off a piece of clothing. You dare?”
Fang Mei’s lips twisted into an erotic, alcohol induced smile. The possibility of humiliating that boyfriend thief and, in the process, actually checking her rival’s body was too tempting to let it pass.
“Oh, yes, of course I dare,” she accepted the challenge. “But let’s do it to the end, if you’re not afraid…”
“I’m not afraid of you or your ugly body.” Xiu Li squeezed Fang Mei’s legs with hers a little tighter, and the other brunette replied with the same vigour. “I can’t wait to take a good look at your pathetic naked body to know what Yuan Hong sees in you,” she growled disdainfully, looking down at her opponent’s big chest.
“That makes two of us,” Fang Mei returned the gaze, her expanded pupils fixed on the fat bust of the other beauty. “I want to see the flabby body that’s trying to keep my man away from me.”
“Bitch!” the flight attendant spat out.
“Bitch!” the ground hostess groaned back.
The women pushed their foe with both hands, breaking the leg lock before standing up to face each other. Alcohol made their veins and mind boil with thoughts of war and competition, of removed clothes and visible flesh.
“I’ll start this,” Fang Mei said before Xiu Li opened her mouth. “I fucked Yuan Hong on that same sofa last Sunday, I have bigger, firmer boobs than you…” She took a dramatic pause before filling her voice with sarcasm. “…and you’re gonna keep seeing my boyfriend.”
“I don’t think you know how the game works, slut,” Xiu Li groaned. “I’ve heard three lies, one after the other, and no truth.” She took one step toward the other beauty. “Let me show you how it’s done: I fucked Yuan Hong on that same sofa last Saturday and he came inside of me as he was screaming myname…I have much bigger, much firmer boobs than you…and you’re gonna keep seeing my boyfriend…” Xiu Li lowered her voice to an arrogant whisper. “Oh, and let me help you: the lie is the last one.”
“You fucking bitch.” Fang Mei came nose to nose against Xiu Li, her dark eyes burning. “Keep living in your fantasy world,” she snarled before pushing her rival back with both hands. Then, she filled the two glasses with Baijiu, and gave one to her nemesis. “We’ll both drink…and take our blouses off.”
Xiu Li’s heart beat strongly at the implication of Fang Mei’s last words, but she still slowly nodded, doubtless—this had to be done. Taking the glass offered by her almost-cloned rival, she raised it slightly, and Fang Mei returned the gesture, both beauties toasting to what was to come. Then, they drank the alcohol in one gulp.
“Come on, bitch,” Fang Mei said. “Show me what you got.”
“More than you’ll ever get, cunt,” Xiu Li replied.
The women took their time about unbuttoning their blouses, playing some psychological games as their fingers slowly stripped them off, each button revealing more of their magnificent breasts. Black front-fastening lace bras made their appearance in front of the attentive dark eyes of the rivals, the expensive, fine lingerie completely full of firm, fat titflesh. When, seconds later, the blouses finally fell to the floor and the torsos were brazenly displayed in near nakedness, the doubts that both beauties had about size grew exponentially, bitterly.
“You whore,” Xiu Li grunted jealously, unable to contain herself. What she saw in front of her was far more impressive than she had expected, Fang Mei’s young boobs looking dangerously full under that tight-fitting bra. “Are those double Ds?”
“They fucking are,” Fang Mei replied through clenched teeth, her resentful eyes focused on the other brunette’s impressive bust. “It seems that yours too, bitch,” she guessed right, noting how Xiu Li’s pretty bra was perhaps a little smaller than her plump bosoms needed. “The old trick of wearing smaller to look bigger, huh?”
“The pot calling the kettle black.” Xiu Li pointed with her chin to the lace-clad bosoms of the other Chinese beauty. “Nice bra, but obviously not your size. Do you usually get this sexy when you date a sexual rival?”
“Says the woman with the most expensive bra in her lingerie drawer.” Fang Mei tried to hide the jealousy that shone on her beautiful face with all the contempt she could muster. “Lace, front-fastening, tight and small…You were waiting for the chance to show it off like a common cunt, weren’t you?”
“I can accuse you of exactly the same thing, you cheap tramp,” Xiu Li said with disdain. Without taking her eyes off Fang Mei’s big breasts, she grabbed the Baijiu and took a long drink, straight from the bottle. “Now, my two truths and my lie,” she growled, her breath smelling heavily of alcohol. “You’re a dirty bitch who doesn’t know what her place is, your tits are trash bought with your daddy’s money…and you’re gonna walk out of here in one piece.”
“You slut.” Angry, Fang Mei plucked the bottle from Xiu Li’s hand and, with one last, long gulp, she finished the bottle before throwing it aside, on the red sofa. “Here are my three truths,” she spat, affected by alcohol and envy. “You’re the biggest cheap bitch in the world, your fake boobs are no match for my big girls…and you’re gonna eat my fat double Ds before I’m done with you here.”
“You filthy, look-alike skank,” Xiu Li snarled. “Be careful what you wish for…because I bite.”
“And I’ll bite back, you low-class copycat,” Fang Mei spat out before taking a quick, scornful look at her enemy’s boobs. “Now, take off that little stuffed bra so we can end this stupid game once and for all.”
The bold request made Xiu Li’s heart pump blood desperately, reddening her lovely cheeks and making her big breasts throb. In front of her, Fang Mei herself seemed to be equally affected by the nervousness and blushing that her own words brought, the request for topless catching challenger and challenged alike by surprise. Despite all the trash talk, despite all the taunts, boasts and stakes, Xiu Li hadn’t really considered that this moment was really going to come—certainly not on this public place. She knew perfectly well how dirty women talk when they’re bitching at each other, catty remarks always provoking that even the most decent women fall into the muddiest verbal depths. But in her personal experience, the other females used to turn around and run away with their tails between their legs before all the ugly words spilled out became true. Fang Mei wasn’t that kind, and neither was she, even though they were both obviously nervous about it.
“You first, bitch,” she managed to say, her voice slightly trembling. “Stop hiding behind that tight little bra and show me exactly how much of a woman you are.”
“No, cunt, you first.” Fang Mei’s mouth twisted in a gesture that Xiu Li didn’t know if it was scornful, nervous or a little of both. “Show me what you really got behind that overpriced lace of yours or…”
“Or what, tramp? What are you gonna do if I don’t take it off?” the flight attendant confronted.
“Then, whore, I’ll have to take it off you…the hard way,” the ground hostess threatened.
The temperature seemed to rise several degrees in just a second. Something changed in the private booth, something that was not unknown to either Fang Mei or Xiu Li. Both could almost taste it between their fleshy lips, that feeling before the storm, the bristly hair on the back of the neck and the slight hardening of the nipples. They had ended up cornering each other in their battle of challenges and insults, and now there was only one way out.
“I dare you to tr–” Before Xiu Li finished her sentence, Fang Mei’s hands were already on her breasts, as quick as snakes, pulling at her black bra. With a muffled groan that combined surprise and offense, Xiu Li grabbed Fang Mei’s equally black bra, her fingers tugging hard at it. A desperate, cruel duel broke out, both raven-haired females tearing off the other lingerie as their nails carelessly scratched the sensitive, beautiful booby flesh in the process.
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After a very close final between Scarlett Johansson and Eva Green, the result was as follows:
Both beauties have cum at the same time while stimulating each other's big breasts.
Both beauties cum at the same time while fingering each other.
Pussy to pussy, Scarlett forced Eva's orgasm.
During the 69, Eva forced Scarlett's orgasm.
In the total sexfight with no rules, and with everything at stake, both have cum at the same time, losing consciousness in unison.
DRAW!
Now, the public must decide: award them both the title of Sexfighter Queen... or is there a new round between them with more types of female duels?
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In the dark haze of the bar, the face of Kristin Colt didn’t register right away. The rangy brunette was wearing a black top like Alex’s, her long, straight hair was a raven-stark black as well, perfectly framing her striking features, elegant eyebrows and dark, almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones and a sultry gash of a mouth rimmed with lipstick so dark red it might almost have been black too. Alex felt those dark, piercing eyes targeting her almost before she saw Kristin’s face at the other end of the bar, looking up from an empty beer glass and hardening into a beautiful mask of hate.
Behind Kristin, at the other end of the bar, was the dark, crowded hallway that led to the tavern’s restrooms, crammed with irritable, impatient people. The only lighting back there was an emergency exit sign and in less crowded times that was often where couples—or enemies—slunk off to express themselves. Alex felt a chill even in the sweltering bar as Kristin’s eyes bored into hers and she returned the stare with her own icy, cerulean glare, her own features stiffening as she remembered the last time she saw that face.
Alex and Kristin had enjoyed a silent, simmering competition all through school and a few years after graduation. Maybe Kristin had been the first one of them to adopt a tough look; maybe she was example Alex had been following when she started drinking, smoking and acting out. Kristin seemed to have the ability to get into just enough trouble to make people wary of her without getting herself kicked out of school. She and Alex were both on the track team, both lean, efficient runners, and without ever speaking about it they had beaten each other back and forth in different races, and nothing got Alex’s competitive juices going more than the sight of Kristin’s muscular ass and long, bare legs pumping a few feet ahead of her on the track.
Well after high school, the two brunettes had aggravated one another in a little town that was never big enough for the both of them. By then Kristin had a fiancé, another troublemaker and a cute one, and one night Alex had bumped into him and with very little effort lured him into making out with her. As they went at it, Alex had realized that every ounce of pleasure she was getting out of it was in imagining how Kristin would react if she knew. She felt herself getting hotter as she flashed on Kirstin’s angry face in front of her, the other brunette’s mane of black hair curtaining off her range of vision, the other girl pressing against her…
The boy had managed to keep his mouth shut afterwards, and six months later she’d read that Kristin had gotten married to him. By then Alex had gone off to college, but a year later she’d returned one winter night much like this one and headed to Bangers to meet with her friends. Instead she’d run into Kristin back in that dark hallway of the bar.
The body language between the two women was unmistakable to anyone paying attention. Kristin leveled a murderous stare at her the minute she caught sight of Alexandra and the other brunette began pushing her way toward her. Alex felt a rush of adrenaline but stood her ground, refusing to be intimidated as Kristin approached.
“You cheap little whore!” the other brunette had snarled as she cornered Alex in the dark. Before she knew it Kristin was pummeling her, her bare, tawny arms flashing out against Alex as she instinctively blocked the incoming blows with her elbows and forearms.
“What the fuck?” she’d demanded in spite of herself, shoving back against the trim, athletic vixen assaulting her.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” was all Kristin’s gin-soaked, raw voice would say as she bore into Alex with murderous rage. Alex set her jaw and pressed back, her arms and legs lashing out in raw-boned fury against Kristin’s. She had spent at least a year or two idly wondering how strong Kristin was, and the sharp crack of the other woman’s muscle and bone against her own quickly provided an answer. But part of Alex had also wondered how she might respond should this secret grenade she’d planted ever go off and force a confrontation between the two of them. And now she found herself confidently, even eagerly matching blows and kicks with the thrashing brunette attacking her. In the dark hallway both girls’ black attire made their bodies seem to disappear into the shadows, leaving only their bare arms and shoulders, their necks and faces and the fleshy scoop of cleavage each girls’ black halter top showed off for each young woman to track and target. Alex grunted as she felt her yoga pants slide against Kristin’s, her knee knocking hard against one of Kristin’s, an elbow jam into Kristin’s sternum and Kristin’s open palm crack against Alex’s face.
A few onlookers followed the fight but in the crowded bar the action was lost on most of the clientele—no one was rushing in to stop it. As the two brunettes jabbed, smacked and slapped each managed to ram punches into each other’s bare midriffs, targeting cross country-toned ab muscles. Alex grunted as Kristin’s fist found her navel but her sweat-drenched face flashed with pride as her hard abs absorbed the blow, and as she forced Kristin backward her own fist sank into the other girl’s gut and managed to find a soft spot that forced a satisfying moan out of Kristin.
Kristin rushed her and the two lanky brunettes locked in a hateful embrace against the wall, their thighs gripping and locking, bodies crushing together in desperate intimacy in the darkness. Alex managed to grip Kristin’s soft, dark hair as their faces grimaced in hatred, forehead against forehead, and she felt her own soft mane tugged until her chin was against Kristin’s, her lush mouth snarling close to her rival’s.
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TUESDAY
SHORTS: THE LAKE (6)
WEDNESDAY
AI ART: (ANOTHER) SUNRISE
THURSDAY
PETRI'S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 3
FRIDAY
TOURNAMENT: THE SEXFIGHTER QUEEN, THE WINNER (and next)
SATURDAY
3D STORY: RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS, pages 55-57
SUNDAY
TEXT STORY: BEAUTY BATTLE, part 3
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VOTING TIME! Remember:
TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.
SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).
After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:
1- BEAUTY BATTLE: 40 votes.
2- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 39 votes.
3- MILK UDDERS: 34 votes.
4- TANGLE OF LEGS*: 33 votes.
5- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 28 votes
6- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS*: 24 votes.
7- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER*: 15 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
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1- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 40 votes.
2- LESSON PLAN: 39 votes.
3- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 31 votes.
*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.
The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.
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The current options are:
TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE
1) MILK UDDERS
Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.
Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.
Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.
Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).
2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION
Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.
Where: Rome (Italy).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3) BEAUTY BATTLE
Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.
Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Beijing (China).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS
Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.
Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA)
More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
5) TANGLE OF LEGS
Two office workers in a skyscraper can't stop hearing about each other and how amazing the other legs are.
Women: Tall, leggy, redheads.
Where: Somewhere in Europe.
More suitable styles: Legfight, Toe fucking, Hairpulling.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER
Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.
Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.
Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.
Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).
7) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR
After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.
Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.
Where: Somewhere in Denmark.
More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
3D STORIES AVAILABLE
1) LESSON PLAN
Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.
Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.
Where: Málaga (Spain).
More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.
2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS
A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.
Where: Lakeport (USA).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2
A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.
Where: U.S. West Coast.
More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
STORIES ON HOLD
A) THE HOLE
Two female neighbors, sick of each other, meet at their building's oppressive community pool to solve their problems by rubbing their lycra swimsuits together.
Women: Slim, medium-breasted, blondes.
Where: Somewhere in USA.
More suitable styles: Body Rubbing, Nipplefight, Clitfight.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
B) THE SUPERIOR WOMAN
The two best students at the university compete with each other on all levels: academic, athletic, sexual. A nighttime meeting in the stands of a stadium will determine who is truly the 'number one'.
Women: Fit, medium-breasted, dark-haired.
Where: Bangalore (India).
More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
C) SILK AND NAILS
Two young girls working in a lingerie store decide to settle their conflicts after work.
Women: Leggy, long nails, hard nipples.
Where: Paris (France).
More suitable styles: Catfight, Kissfight, Nipple duel.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
D) RED PASSION
Two beautiful redheads try to break into the competitive world of fashion through a job offer.
Women: Redheads, big-breasted, leggy.
Where: Detroid (USA).
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
E) BIG DESTROYER SHOWDOWN
Belonging to the elite group of their country's Navy, two beauties very proud of their incredibly big boobs face each other in a war-torn warehouse.
Women: Petite, blue-haired vs white-haired, big-breasted.
Where: Anime-style Asian country.
More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Titfucking.
Story length: Short (100 pages or less).
F) HATE IN THE OUTBACK
Two women who have fled their past meet while working for a tour company in the hot, dangerous Australian outback. Tension between the two soon erupts.
Women: French vs Italian, blonde vs brunette, curvaceous.
Where: Australia.
More suitable styles: Kissfight, Fingering, Sexfight.
Story length: Average (100-200 pages).
G) QUEEN OF THE NIGHT (3D)
Sexy pole dancers Christina and Barbara have a dance fight for a job at the best club in town.
Women: Blonde vs brunette, big-breasted, leggy.
Where: Berlin (Germany).
More suitable styles: Dance battle, Catfight, Titfight.
2023-12-04 18:53:07 +0000 UTC
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“Are you there?” Francesco’s distorted voice on the phone brought Bianka out of her thoughts.
“Yeah,” she responded. Now that she had a weight off her shoulders, she was able to let her frustration flow out at the young man. “A threesome, huh? You shameless horndog, you don’t have enough with me or what?”
“I can’t hear–.” The voice was lost for a moment. “–well, but I ge–.” From the other side came fragmented words. “–trying to blame me.”
“If you weren’t such a fucking hornball, you would understand me,” Bianka accused, not caring whether Francesco could hear her voice or not.
“We’re not dating,” the guy said. “Just–.”
Bianka immediately ended the call, frustration and discontent coursing through her. It was becoming increasingly apparent that her relationships with those closest to her were unraveling at an alarming pace—she had only needed a single day to be in a bad way with her mother and her lover. Her phone started ringing at that moment, Francesco calling again, but she decided to ignore it. She knew for a fact that she wasn’t anyone’s girlfriend, and that she had no interest in being one either, but on that fateful day she had only wanted that Francesco to choose her and not Melania, that he put aside any lingering desire for the curvy body of her Italian rival and unequivocally stated that the only body he wanted to have on him was Bianka’s. It was a selfish and possessive desire, but crucial for the white-haired, blue-eyed beauty who had found an unknown part of herself at that same point on the border two nights ago.
“It should be an easy choice,” she grunted at the ringing phone. “Always go for the hottest, bustiest woman, and that’s me, you asshole.”
With her head filling with negative thoughts, Bianka took a long and contemptuous look at the stone house where her challenger Melania lived, and finally understood that it wasn’t the right time. She was neither physically nor mentally recovered from that day’s unexpected defeat, and morally, all the events of her life seemed to overtake her. She needed to lick her wounds in the solitude and darkness of her room, at least for one night, and then, with the first light of dawn, she would decide how to get her revenge—against Emilia, if her mother required it, but especially against Melania. In an ecosystem as small as Brenner’s, it was obvious that her opportunity against Melania would come, even if she didn’t look for it.
Chapter 6
Delivery Guarantee
The morning sun cast a warm, golden glow across the fields of swaying grass, although vast clouds loomed over the impressive mountains in the background. That Wednesday the weather forecast had announced that a few light drizzles would welcome September, but that it would be during the weekend that a storm would almost certainly arrive in the valleys. Slightly sweating in the passenger seat of the milk truck that Madrefiglia Latteo had just acquired, Melania couldn’t wait for the weather to cool down, even if the source of her almost eternal hot flush had nothing to do with the ambient temperature.
Somehow, the soft rumble of the engine was the perfect soothing backdrop for the brunette’s thoughts. After failing her mother on the day of the cattle fair, Melania knew how crucial that day was for the dairy farm, since her mother had closed several substantial deals with a few local businesses, and now she, accompanied by a Portuguese driver whose name she had forgotten, was on her way to deliver the first orders. But it wasn’t only the company they had both set up that was at stake, but also a now strained relationship with her own mother.
Soon, looking beyond the narrow road, the Italian beauty saw her first stop, and one of the most important because of the turnover that was to be handled there: the Hotel Alpin Pflerschtal. Leaning a little further back in her seat, Melania surveyed the three-story building and its immaculate white walls, which reflected the morning light with elegance. The balconies, carefully adorned with red and pink flowers, were a burst of color against the white canvas. Melania knew that the owner, an Italian-Austrian woman called Sofia Gruber as her mother had told her, had been smart enough to make her hotel part of the natural landscape, blending seamlessly with the surrounding beauty.
Despite the picturesque surroundings, Melania could not stop her mind from wandering back to the moment that haunted her. Her heart raced immediately, and her weighty, firm boobs began to throb as she remembered her white-haired, blue-eyed adversary in humiliation behind the abandoned train station north of Brennero. She had defeated Bianka Lautermilch, big breasts against big breasts, and just thinking about it sent electrifying shivers all over her tanned skin, and made her instinctively rub her thighs together. Melania was still buzzing with excitement and joy, the victory making her feel on top of the world, and yet she felt at the same time more vulnerable than ever before. For the first time in her life, she felt in some strange way that she had to protect her bosoms, so at that moment she was wearing a black tank top that was thicker than she usually wore, but also the fullest bra she had ever covered her bust with. That made Melania feel uncomfortably restricted, her DDs limited in a cotton cage that almost seemed to punish them for their triumph, but the Italian woman thought it was what they needed after all the agonizing action in their war against Bianka’s proud breasts. The brunette couldn’t forget all the milk that her glands had been dripping for the past two days, and even today, she had the sensation that that awkward, embarrassing experience could happen again at any moment.
I need my girls under control, constricted, now that I can wear a bra again, Melania thought as she looked out of the truck’s window. Even if it’s just for a few more days, before going back to normal.
“We are here,” the driver said as the milk truck rumbled to a halt at the entrance of the hotel. Melania nodded absently and picked up the printed delivery list before opening the door and hopping out. Her fat breasts bounced lightly on her chest, and the brunette couldn’t help but let out a soft, irritated exhale between her full lips. The persistent, distressing hypersensitivity of her titflesh was truly uncomfortable, but it was not a high price for the spoils of war that she had obtained.
“Start unloading the goods,” Melania instructed the worker. “I’ll go in and talk to the owner in the meantime.”
“Excuse me, Miss Tantilatte, but it seems that there is another milk delivery now…” the man began to tell her, but the young beauty was still so distracted that she didn’t hear a word—nor did even she see the truck parked just across the entrance that was pointed out to her. At that moment, in Melania’s head there was only room for the past, the sensations of what had happened three days earlier at the abandoned train station flooding her again and again along with provocative images of clashing boobs and words filled with shared hatred and mutual jealousy. A surge of pride at the thought of the outcome bristled her skin and hardened her nipples, her mouth instantly twisting into a smug half-smirk.
Entering the hotel’s impeccable lobby feeling like if she were the queen bee, Melania looked around: the interior was as welcoming as it appeared from the outside, with elegant yet simple decor that perfectly complemented the white and wood tones of the walls. She had been told in town that the place had saunas, steam baths, pools and massage parlors, so now that she was there it was clear to her that, when she delivered the goods, she would schedule an appointment at something. After all she had been through these past few days, she had certainly earned a little relaxation.
I wonder if they do breast massages, she conjectured, the monotheme of her thoughts preempting any hint of decorum. Not that I need a firming massage, but it can help with this fucking extreme sensitivity and the…uh…milk problem.
“Welcome to Hotel Alpin Pflerschtal, signorina.” A voice snapped her out of her reverie. That was when she noticed the reception desk, with a smiling old man on the other side. “How can I help you?”
“Oh, sorry, hi, I was lost in thought,” the petite Italian girl excused herself. She took a couple of steps forward while letting her charismatic smile light up her face. “I’m Melania Tantilatte, from Motherfiglia Latteo. I’m here to see Miss Gruber for a delivery from our farm.”
“Dairy products?” the receptionist asked.
“That’s right. A worker is unloading them right now,” she replied looking at the delivery list. “Twelve cases of milk bottles, five cases of cheese…”
“Excuse me,” the old man interrupted, his voice uncertain. “I’m not sure, but there may be a little confusion. Why don’t you go to the room on the right? Miss Gruber is there, she will clarify if there has been a mistake.”
“Mistake?” Melania arched a brow, perplexed by the suggestion. “What kind of mistake?”
“Right now we are having a delivery of dairy products,” the receptionist clarified.
“What?” Without understanding what was going on, Melania wasted no more time and headed with determined steps towards the room indicated by the receptionist.
The Italian milkmaid found herself in a hall leading to a storeroom—she could see the shelves attached to the walls loaded with neatly stacked boxes and crates, all labeled, and a small refrigerated section at the back. Just outside the door of the storeroom, two women were talking to each other. The first of these must be Sofia Gruber. Her short dyed brown hair framed a face adorned with delicate lines of expression, and her gray eyes shone with warmth and closeness. In her fifties, she still retained much of her appeal, and Melania had no doubt that she must have broken many hearts in her youth.
It was the other woman, however, who attracted Melania’s immediate full attention, who sent her boiling emotions into a wild whirlwind, even before she was aware of her presence. Bianka Lautermilch, her white-haired, blue-eyed nemesis stood next to the hotel owner, momentarily unaware of her presence—but only for half a second. As if the Austrian girl had a sixth sense, she turned her head toward Melania at once and, as soon as her gaze locked onto the brunette’s, an electrifying wave of female conflict blasted through the air, the residue of the last confrontation immediately flashing Bianka’s deep stare.
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2023-12-03 12:37:00 +0000 UTC
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