Aishwarya požaduje, aby zrzka utřela její propocenou lavičku, ale když nejžhavější rivalka z posilovny odmítne, jejich patová situace se stane něčím, co ani jedna nečekala. Dvě stejně svalnaté ženy, tváří v tvář, si najednou kladou otázku, která z nich je silnější… a která žhavější.
Samantha dropped the weight bar with a vibrating clang and let out a gasp of hot air. The deadlift set was complete, and with that, her workout was done. The redhead was dripping with sweat, the heat of summer in full swing, and the gym's air conditioning was broken. Only the most committed of gym rats and bunnies were lifting during the peak heat of the day in the confined space. There were a few very well ripped guys, shirtless and grunting as they pushed and pulled weights. She, herself, was standing on a wooden squat rack, deadlifting. The one other woman was hip thrusting across the gym.
This one other woman was the only one Sam had seen over the last year who seemed to match her in build, strength, and commitment. And Sam had become very well acquainted with her last week. Aishwarya, the dark-haired and dark-skinned beauty who had confronted Sam a week ago about wiping down her bench. That little verbal confrontation had somehow led to a midnight squat off in this very gym. When that ended without a clear victor, the confrontation had escalated further in a way Sam could not have imagined. The two women goading each other into a nude, body-on-body test of strength. They had tied their arms together and pressed their strong, sweaty bodies into a single mass, grinding and thrusting to force the other down onto her back in submission.
It had been a grueling erotic battle that had finally ended when Sam had pinned Aishwarya to the mat. But while she had held the top, the slut had made Sam cum first as the battle had turned even more sexual. The conflicted ending of the contest had left a bitter taste in Sam's mouth, and she was eager for some type of continuation. They had agreed to work out together the very next day, but then the gym had closed due to an air conditioning issue, and thus postponed their lift date. Now, a few days later, the gym had reopened, but they had not yet fixed the machine, which had turned the gym into a hotbox. And this was the first day back that her and Aishwarya's schedules happened to align for a lift session.
Sam couldn't help watching from across the gym as Aishwarya finished some heavy-duty hip thrusts. The woman's dark body was drenched in sweat as she flexed her incredibly thick ass, lifting the bar on her hips in her stupidly skimpy workout attire and holding it up for a few long seconds. They were both still bulking, Sam figured as she compared herself to the woman from a distance. Their asses were fuller, thighs thicker, and stomachs had just a bit of softness that hid their abs. It was fun being strong, and to compete against an equally strong woman was a new kink that had been unlocked. A wave of desire filled Sam's body as her eyes took in every detail of the bitch. Had it really only been a week since they matched their bodies in the naked test of strength? God, it felt like forever.
But so far today, Sam hadn't been able to get Aishwarya to notice her. The woman was seemingly avoiding Sam as they moved around the gym, and Sam wasn't about to openly chase this bitch or make a scene like they had last time they talked on the gym floor. She needed Aishwarya alone, but if the woman was too scared to even lock eyes, maybe the competition was settled.
Unsatisfying, but not about to wait for Ash to acknowledge her, Sam ended the recording of her workout video. She grabbed her big water bottle and phone and walked towards the women's locker room with a little stretch. Her incredible ass was basically bouncing as she moved in her tight, short, light blue bottoms. She felt the eyes of the hot men follow her every step, but there was one set of dark brown eyes absent, and the feeling of frustration grew until Sam reached the locker room with a huff. The locker room had a simple setup. There were a few rows of high lockers in the main first room, and just two side doors. One led to three stalls of toilets, while the other led to a long line of shower stalls. Each stall was about 2 meters wide and was closed by a hanging sheet, two on the left, three on the right.
The locker room was empty, and Sam turned up her music as she stepped into one of the rows and stripped out of her light blue gym clothes. Her big pale jugs had to be peeled out of the wet top, and her shorts and thong looked like she had jumped into a pool. It was even hotter in here, she thought, wiping the new sweat layer on her forehead. She decided she was going to take a quick shower to cool down, then head home to plan out how to lure Aishwarya into another showdown. Taking out her headphones, she picked up her cold water bottle and wrapped a clean white towel around her wet body. There was only one stall in the showers with good enough water pressure to soak out her thick red hair from all the sweat, and she often had to wait to use it. Not today, she thought, but she was very wrong. And in fact, there was no need to think of some plan to lure her rival into another competition. Because leaning on the wall at the entrance to the shower stalls, in an identical white gym towel wrapped around her body, was Aishwarya. Sam dropped her water bottle in surprise, and Ash smirked at the shock.
"Oh, Samantha. I didn't see you here." Ash commented teasingly, giving her rival a slow up-down stare.
"I'm sure you didn't, Aishwarya," Sam replied curtly, her brain catching up to the scene. Then an equally cocky smirk returned to her lips. "But I saw you today. It seemed you were a little scared to share space in the gym with me?"
"Scared? No, I just didn't want to distract you, but I guess it didn't work. You couldn't keep your eyes off me."
"Hmph." Sam snorted, but didn't deny it. "I just thought we would finally get to make up for our missed lift session last week, but I guess today you must have been worried that you wouldn't last in this heat."
"Hmm, I seem to remember lasting longer than you in the heat," Ash replied, tapping her finger to her red lips.
"And I remember you pinned under me in the very same heat." Sam shot back, "Or, did I just look a little too hot and sweaty for you today?"
"More like not hot and sweaty enough. At least compared to me." Ash said with a light hiss, and Sam stood up a little straighter at the words. That was surprising.
"Oh, that's very doubtful, Ash. I'm about to sweat right through this towel, and you can see it dripping off my hair. And you don't really like sweat, do you?" Sam countered, flipping her loose, long red mane so that specs of sweat went flying off it to the walls and floor.
Ash laughed, "Is that all the sweat you have in that red bush you call hair?" She taunted, before flipping her black mane forward and then wringing it for a second so that it dripped when she squeezed it. "You see that? I have a lot more sweat to wash out, and you clearly didn't learn anything last week." Then, she glanced down the line of shower stalls, "So, I hope you aren't planning on using the last stall there. You know, the good one."
Sam felt her heart skip. It seemed the little secret of the final stall water pressure was well known to her rival. "In fact, I was about to use that stall, Aishwarya. I need the extra pressure that it provides."
"Well, you have to wait then, Samantha," Ash replied with a snarky grin. "I was just about to take a shower myself, and I feel like taking a nice long cooldown."
"I'm not going second to you, so it looks like we have a bit of a problem." The redhead sighed, but there was a wide grin on her lips. A short silence lasted only for a second until Ash gave her a challenging glare. "Well, if we both need the last stall, how about we go down there together and just figure it out inside it?"
Sam was taken aback by the boldness of the offer from her weightlifting rival. She hadn't expected Ash to be the one driving this conflict forward after today, but it thrilled her. Yet, she kept her cool externally and chuckled. "You want to shower together?"
"I'm offering for you to join me in the stall, or you can sit your weak ass down and wait for me to finish." Ash taunted, "Unless you are worried about what could happen back there? All alone, soaking wet with me."
"I'm not worried at all about being alone or wet with you. In fact, I am more than happy to, but I want to know exactly what we are going to do back there? Because, as fun as that sounds, I'm looking for a more physical way to prove that I can dominate you."
"What everyone does in a shower is wash up and cool down. But I think it's the perfect way and a chance for us to compare our bodies up close and in the light. Something we didn't get to do a few nights ago. Then, when we are done washing and comparing, we can agree on how to settle this little muscle rivalry."
"Compare." Sam breathed. Now that was the right word for her. She would have agreed with the hope that things would turn a bit physical in the shower. But the idea of getting to see and feel Ash's body, face-to-face, without any consequences was too good to pass up.
"Well, it would be so rude of me to decline such a tempting offer. Let's go take a nice long shower, and if things get a little physical, I hope you don't go running off." Sam noted sweetly, nodding towards the row and the far final stall.
"I hope it does get a little physical, or it might be a bit boring." Ash cooed and then turned and took a step down the row of showers, making Sam walk behind her. The towel did little to hide Aishwarya's best asset as it seemed to jiggle behind the thick white material. But the walk was short, and Ash stopped suddenly, causing Sam to nearly crash into her behind. Stopping just in time before they bumped chest to back. Why had Ash stopped? Well, she had just noticed the large sign outside the final stall. OUT OF ORDER.
Ash flipped around, sensing how close Sam was to her in the tight hallway. Sam had noticed the sign, and they gave each other level stares. Ideas flashed through Sam's head. She could just attack Ash, start a nude catfight in the locker room, but if they made too much noise, they MIGHT get caught and broken apart. It was unlikely with how empty the gym was in this heatwave, but still risky. But that sexy, thick, strong dark body was a foot away, and Sam wasn't going to let this opportunity of them being alone pass her up.
Sam took a slight step into one of the lesser stalls on the left. She made sure she didn't create enough free space for Ash to slip past her in the hall as she did so. She turned the handle, but nothing came out. "Are you kidding me?" She asked the air, "Does nothing work in this fucking gym?"
"Apparently not." Ash frustratingly sighed, their hate disappearing for a split second thanks to their mutual frustration. After Sam tried two more of the showers with no luck, Ash shrugged, "Well, I guess that's that. Our little shower will have to wait." Disappointment seemed to drip in her voice, but Sam raised an eyebrow at her rival. A new idea had entered her head as she looked at the very sweaty Aishwarya standing in front of her in that towel. This bitch had been acting all brave with her little shower offer, and Sam wasn't going to let her get out of this confrontation now. "And why does the water not work, stop us from washing each other?" Sam said innocently, her heart beating widely as she let the words escape her mouth.
"And what does that mean?" Ash questioned.
"You heard me," Sam replied, taking a step closer to her rival and loosening the knot of her towel just slightly.
"I did, but you'd better explain further, Sam, before I rip that towel off you and pin you naked to the wall."
"Try it, Ash. I fucking dare you, but don't think you want to risk getting caught, or we would be wrestling naked in between the rows of lockers by now."
"True." Ash agreed, as she allowed her own towel knot to loosen slightly as Sam neared.
"Well, no matter how much fun it would be to pin your naked body again, this time to the lockers. I'm not about to let you back out of your offer to explore your body on my own time."
They stood there in the quiet of the locker room, "Well, my offer still stands, but I feel like you have something more in mind." Ash commented, eying the redhead warily.
"I do. Who says we need water to wash our sweat off?" Sam explained, nodding towards the empty final shower stall they had planned to use. "I think I have everything I need in my mouth to wash you. How about doing it that way, Ash? How about we have ourselves a little tongue bath? You lick me clean, and I'll lick you clean of all this nasty sweat we made during our workouts."
Ash was quiet, her mouth hanging open slightly, and Sam wondered even after their nude little wrestling match that this offer was a step too far. But then the woman's lips curled up slightly, "That sounds intriguing, explain a bit more." Was all Ash replied.
Sam's breathing hitched, "Exactly what I said. This whole thing started with you telling me to wipe down my bench. Well, now you have a chance to wipe me down directly." Sam teased, her eyes flashing at the word wipe which should have been replaced with lick. "We simply give each other a nice wet tongue bath until we are both cooled down and clean."
"Hmm, I don't think you really understand how sweaty I am after my workout. I don't think you have the patience to clean me." Ash teased, but her big chest was moving in fast succession.
"I think I do, and I know I'm even sweatier, and I would expect you to clean my every nook and cranny." Sam breathed lustfully.
"Not a problem, but in return, you'd better get every inch of my skin." Ash panted back.
"Of course, I won't miss a spot."
Ash's brown eyes narrowed, but her grin grew. "Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's go into our favorite stall, Samantha, but just know, I like to take my time when I shower."
"Don't worry, so do I," Sam replied, a tone of lust dripping from her mouth as she prepared for a new type of showdown.
Ash smiled sweetly and then, without warning, let her towel fall, revealing her completely nude body. Sam had seen her rival naked before, but not in such bright light, and not after a full body lift. Aishwarya's body was cocoa colored and had no broken tan lines throughout. She looked like a lifting queen and amazingly looked better naked than she did in her tight clothes. Her sexy nipples were a shade off black, and standing erect on the two large, heavy mounds that hung slightly and were dripping sweat off them. Her shoulders and arms had a light but formidable definition, likely due to the recent lift, and her abs were poking through her slightly soft abdomen. Then, of course, were her wide hips, with a fat, strong ass that could be seen from the front. Her thighs were large and dangerous, and seemed to have long lines of sweat oozing down them, just waiting to be licked up by her pale rival. In between her legs was her smooth, exposed pussy, but was it sweat or something else that was dripping from there? Her South Asian facial features were highlighted by her long, thick black hair and dark brown eyes that glowed with determination and energy. The excitement made her look fresh, as if she hadn't just done a full three-hour workout session in a boiling gym. Maybe Aishwarya had been saving her energy secretly during her lift just in case a showdown happened. Sam definitely had been.
Sam took in the sight for a good few seconds, and Aishwarya seemed happy to let her rival enjoy the view of her nude form. "It must be nice to see me up close after staring at me all day from across the gym floor." Ash teased playfully while Sam wondered how long their playful little tones would last if and when they got up close and personal.
"Tsk. It's not bad, but I think you will enjoy seeing me more." Sam replied and casually let her own towel hit the tiled floor. Her own body felt like a pale, white mirror of her rival. Pink nipples, erect and dripping sweat off her full boobs. Her thighs, just as wide, just as powerful, and an ass so grand it too could be seen when Sam faced a person, peaking out between her legs and by her hips. Her Irish heritage was the main contributor to her soft facial features, pale skin, and thick, bright red hair. Though contrasted in many ways, they both looked like ideal gym girls, strong, but overly womanly in their features. A match made in heaven or hell, depending on who was asked.
The heat of the locker room had done nothing to dampen the sweat from their workout, and in fact, a new, fresh layer had seemingly exploded out of their pores. Aishwarya entered the desired stall and waited for Sam to follow. Then she pulled the thin shower cover over the door, somewhat sealing them in as if they were about to take a normal shower together. But what they had challenged each other to was anything but normal. As they faced each other now, there was a slight hesitation. The space was tight, and their dripping rival was so near. There was just enough room for them to remain separated when they backed away to the walls, but even then, they could still feel the heat radiating off the other's nude form. Ash finally broke the short silence. "This won't work if we both try to clean each other at the same time." She commented, pursing her lips, "So, let's take turns and do it in sets, just like our lifts. One minute each rep to start, and we can expand on it as we go on."
"Deal. You want to go first?" Sam replied teasingly, lifting her hands and squeezing her pale mounds, some sweat seemingly dripping off her erect pink nipples.
"Happy to." Ash breathed only somewhat confidently, stepping forward but not touching her sweaty rival yet. It was now or never, and Sam wondered if her rival really would do it, if Aishwarya would really lick her body? Lick Sam's sweat drip by drip into her mouth like a lioness cleaning another member of its pride.
Ash stepped closer, and their bodies brushed slightly for the first time since they had crushed each other the week before. The orgasmic sensation of the touch alone made them shiver, and then Ash leaned forward, increasing their shared surface space and lowering her head on Sam's right shoulder. The redhead waited, uncertain and still thinking her rival might back out, but then she felt Aishwarya's somewhat hesitant tongue make contact on her pale skin. It held for a second before Ash lightly dragged it along Sam's clavicle, making the redhead tilt her head higher as she neared the base of the pale girl's neck. Sweaty breasts expanded as their breathing picked up. The wet touch was electric, and Sam stifled a moan in her throat. Ash then repeated the move on the same shoulder, slightly higher, letting herself taste and smell her sweaty rival, in which she was now tongue bathing. But then after only two slow licks, the phone timer rang, and Ash stood up and stepped back with an annoyed expression.
"At that rate, you will never get me clean," Sam whispered, but her breath was erratic, and she seemed to be lightly shaking from the light erotic touch alone.
"That's just the start." Ash hissed back, but there was truth in the redhead's words, and her scowl deepened. "Your turn."
Sam pushed all doubt aside and didn't hesitate like her rival. She grabbed Aishwarya's left arm roughly and stepped to the side as she pulled it higher. Then she ran her tongue from the woman's left wrist up her toned bicep, around her tricep to her shoulder joint. Ash's whole limb shivered as Sam repeated the move on the same arm with her whole tongue. She tasted Ash's salty sweat as she replaced it with her wet spit. She ensured on the second lick that she locked eyes with Ash and moved extra slow with a loud ahh sound. The timer beeped as she started her third lick, and Sam released the limb, backing off. She flipped her red hair back proudly with her work. Ash looked even angrier, but then she huffed with a slight smirk. "One minute isn't long enough for each set, let's make it three."
"Ha! Already want more time with me? I'm going to have you squeaky clean before you even finish my arm, I bet. But if you want to give me that much time each set, let's do it." Sam jeered, her confidence overflowing.
Ash gave her a bigger twisted smirk and then clicked the timer. This time, she didn't hesitate or take it slow in any capacity. She was going to clean this bitch till she had removed every drop of sweat off Sam's sexy pale body. She stepped forward aggressively and slapped their nude, sweaty bodies together just like they had earlier in the week. Chocolate and vanilla breasts meshed and slid into a mass as the women's bodies flexed thanks to the contact. The pleasure exploded in their loins, and Sam gasped as she was again nude and pressed together with Ash.
"Bitch." Sam grunted as her arms were taken hold of, but she gasped as she was forced back and pressed against the white tiled wall with her muscle rival in front of her. Then Aishwarya started on her rival's shoulders again, but this time with confidence, starting from the corner and dragging her wide tongue up, onto Sam's sweaty neck and finishing at her ear with an ahhh of her own. She licked around and in the lob, then even behind it with a few slow flicks. She tasted Sam's sweat, the very sweat that had started this dirty confrontation. Sam's breath became hot and heavy, but she struggled to take in deep breaths because her chest was compressed into the large, soft tits of her rival. Ash continued to give long, hard licks to her opponent's neck in long strokes.
Then, Aishwarya stepped back, and Sam thought thankfully that her rival's set was over. But a glance at the phone showed there were still two long minutes to go. "Fuck." She whispered right before Ash took her arm, but instead of licking it, she flipped Sam around, pressing the hot, strong redhead's body into the wall, tits first. Sam couldn't help but let out a groan as Ash's tongue started in her sweaty, smooth mid back and ran up her shoulder blades. The redhead flexed, but the sensation of Ash's tongue sliding between her muscles, cleaning her soaked body, made her moan and drip cum onto the tiled floor of the shower. She flung her long red hair forward, "Oh fuck." Sam breathed louder than she meant as she felt Ash bend lower, teasing the divots of her lower back.
She was extra sweaty down there, but Ash seemed not to care and continued to lap up on the smooth, pale skin with forceful licks. NOW THIS was a tongue bath, and Sam simply had to take the tongue assault in the shower stall for another full minute. Her toned back felt raw, and she angrily admitted to herself that her back was less sweaty now, thanks to her rival's tongue. When the timer beeped, Sam let out a long-held breath, but Ash finished with a tight grip on the full pale ass that had not yet been cleaned. "Sounds like you enjoyed that, slut." Ash hissed with her lips pressed onto her rival's ear. Sam let out a growl as she flipped around and bumped their chests, nipples stabbing slightly to push Ash back towards the center of the shower space.
"Not as much as you are going to enjoy this, bitch." Sam snarled, she hit the timer, and lunged forward. She pushed Ash back to the opposite wall, where Sam had been pinned a second earlier. Lowering her face, Sam's first target was Ash's big right tit, turning her head to the side. She started under the hanging breast meat, where the sweat was the thickest. Ash let out a groan as her sweaty underbreast was licked clean, as Sam sucked and lapped up the salty mix on her rival's body. She used one of her hands to lift the breast and did a final full, long stroke of her tongue before licking the rest of the full orb.
She avoided the dark erect nipples for now, going around and leaning the right breast for almost a full minute. Only at the end of the first minute did she finally place her lips around the erect nipple and give it one hard suck as she popped it out of her mouth and then dragged her tongue to the other breast for a similar treatment. Ash held in her moan for the first minute, but the second torture of her left breast became too much, and she let out a loud sexual groan of frustration. The redhead performed a similar amount of cleansing on the left dark globe before spending the final minute up on her rival's neck and then lower on her abs, just above her navel. Ash let her hands take hold of the red locks, but didn't pull or rip her rival away, and Sam didn't let it stop her.
When the timer rang, Sam almost felt disappointed. She wanted to keep going; she wanted to explore and tease Ash into sexual madness. She bet one of them would crack quickly after another round or two. One would slap the other, and then a real fight would start. But she would play this game as long as her rival allowed. She backed up and took her water bottle, filling her mouth to wet her salty tongue. But she didn't swallow, and instead spat the cool liquid onto her rival's body as it splashed on Ash's skin, mainly her stomach. Ash gave her a similar treatment a few seconds later and then started the timer without a word. She again pushed Sam to the wall but leaned down and licked Sam's stomach, where the salty spit water had landed. She sucked it up with her lips and then lapped it clean for a whole minute, tracing grooves. After which, she worked her rival's arms, even lifting and picking clean the redhead's armpit, which made Sam shiver and gawk at the boldness.
For some reason, she had doubted her rival would continue to drive this challenge forward after the first round. But she was wrong. Ash seemed even keener, and Sam wondered if Ash had been desiring this type of showdown as much as Sam had. She would figure it out later, not when she was in a bath war with her gym rival.
Ash finished that round sucking each of Sam's wet fingers, letting her tongue play with the digits, and toying with some of the light calluses on her palms. Then Sam went for Ash's face, starting behind her ears, then under her chin, and finishing on her dripping forehead. But she avoided her rival's mouth and a nasty, sweat-filled kiss. She then flipped her rival to the wall and gave Ash's sexy back a thorough wash, leaving it as wet as she found it. As their confidence and aggression grew, they began to taunt each other during their rounds, willingly stretching their hot bodies into sexy positions for their rival. Daring the other woman to go nearer to the core places, they still avoided like an unspoken rule.
"You wanna suck my tits again, Ash? I think they are getting sweaty again. Enjoy it." Sam challenged, putting her hands over her head into red hair and pushing her chest forward with a slight bounce.
"Thanks, Sam, I think I will," Ash replied with a lick of her lips, and accepted the offer with a sneer. She leaned down and began to suck each pink nipple, and then the soft skin around the erect stumps took more and more breast meat into her mouth until she spat it out. When she finished both, she spat on Sam's tits and rubbed the goo in with her hands. "Just want to make sure they are nice and clean."
"How thoughtful," Sam replied, and then hungrily attacked Ash's bountiful boobs again with her lips and tongue. That intense exchange of breast sucking made them groan loudly, the vibrations ringing off the tiled walls.
It was already impossible not to rub their bodies together during the licking, but the deeper their tongues dug, the more their rival moaned and panted in heat. It was becoming an erotic frenzy in the shower, and the rubbing increased with each passing minute. Brown and white bodies pressed and rubbed, sliding now because of spit instead of sweat. But for how erotic the tonguing was, how turned on they were, there was no doubt in either woman's head that this was still a contest. A different type of contest that Ash or Sam had ever imagined herself being in with her gym rival, but a contest all the same. It was filthy and degrading, but the longer it went on, the more they seemed to relish in the nasty act. The work continued, and soon only their lower bodies remained 'uncleaned,' and they both knew it.
They had been going for nearly half an hour and had performed quite a few 'sets' between them. A quick break was agreed, but when Sam reached for her water bottle, Ash suddenly took hold of her wrist. Sam instinctively tried to pull it free, and for a second, a nude wrestling match was on the table. But Ash loosened her grip just enough to keep the peace before that happened. She guided Sam away from the bottle till they were face to face and breast to breast.
"The only water you will be drinking the rest of this lift is my spit water." Ash purred aggressively, glancing at both their bottles with meaning. Sam blinked, but then purred back, bringing their lips even closer, "Then you better pour me some, I'm pretty thirsty, and I bet you are too."
"Parched," Ash whispered back, moving an inch away and reaching for Sam's bottle, but this time it was the redhead who escalated their back-and-forth game. Sam speedily got to the other bottle first and lifted it to her lips before Ash could stop her. But Sam's plan was quickly shown to her rival. While Ash had planned to simply spit in Sam's water bottle, Sam took it to another level. She drank Ash's now warm water, but didn't swallow the liquid, allowing it to simply sit in her cheeks. Then she swished it loudly in her mouth and even gargled it before looking back at Ash with her lips pursed. Ash glared, but she got the idea. She lowered her face and tilted her head up, opening her mouth with an ahh. Sam leaned forward, almost letting her tits swing into Ash. Then she let the mixed liquid stream out of her lips and down into Ash's open maw. It dripped in, and the darker girl caught as much as she could before gulping it down thirstily.
Then, Ash gargled Sam's water and swished it loudly. When Sam leaned down, Ash let it flow off her bottom lip like a waterfall. Sam caught it all in her mouth, coming up close, and almost allowing their lips to brush. "More." She demanded when the flow ended, but Ash shook her head, "No, my turn."
They gifted each other two more swaps of spit water, revitalizing them and eager to continue. With the two lifters' thirst quenched, they returned to the task at hand of cleaning their rival for good. It was Sam's set, and she knew it was time to finally go for the muscle on Ash's body she was most fearful and excited to get to.
"You ready to lick my ass clean of this sweat, bitch?" Ash taunted, reading Sam's mind.
"Absolutely. Turn around." Sam ordered, and Ash complied, even widening her thick, muscular legs slightly, her protein-built ass sticking out behind her like a drum and shaped like an apple to be bitten. Sam hesitated for a second, then dropped to her knees, her face going a shade darker as she came to face the dark muscle that had taunted and challenged her own for supremacy in this gym. She had felt it in her hands, seen it bare, but this up close and personal view of Aishwarya's thick booty was something else.
"You're wasting your time." Ash taunted, shaking her ass slightly, and a few sweat drips shot off the round muscle and splashed onto Sam's face. "What's the matter, Sam? Scared now that you have seen what a real ass looks like?" Aishwarya taunted again with a giggle, but the next thing out of her mouth was a deep groan. Sam had leaned forward and, with her tongue extended, finally began to lick the large behind of her rival. It was the saltiest and wettest place on Ash's body yet, and Sam had to use long strokes from the base of her rival's ass, up the curved muscle until she reached Ash's dimpled lower back with a loud slurp.
"God, you slut!" Ash moaned, her hand slapping the tile in front of her as her behind was tongue-washed for the first time. Sam's tongue pressed into the fat muscle with as much force as she could apply and licked each cheek five times, starting from the outside and working till she reached the crack in the middle with loud laps. Ash was panting audibly; Sam's tongue was invasive, and it felt so wrong, and so right that they had reached this part of the duel. She wanted Sam to keep going, yet even at the same time, she wanted to take hold of the red hair and slap the bitch silly for even daring to do this. She needed to process those feelings, but she didn't have time. Her rival's tongue dug between the thick cheeks and began to moan, and search for all the sweat hidden between the mounds. Sam's face was pressed deep into Ash's fat ass at this point.
Only once did the pale girl gasp when her tongue ran across Ash's asshole for the first time. A second gasp came from above as Sam dove lower, flicking the sensitive area between her rival's dripping pussy and asshole as best she could. "Oh god, you bitch! You like washing me? Don't you?!" Ash hissed, but her legs started to shake. She even pressed her ass back, spreading her cheeks on purpose for her rival, the pleasure seemingly starting to overwhelm her senses before she shook her head and straightened back up, remembering what this challenge was.
Sam was also getting lost in the freaky pleasure of her task. It was almost fun going back into her rival's ass, loving the feeling of the strong woman she was battling, feeling the other gym bunny shaking like a bitch from just a little lick from Sam's tongue. But the timer rang and snapped both women out of the daze that had come over them. But Sam didn't back off just yet. She continued to run her tongue up between the dark cheeks, then up her rival's spine until she reached Ash's neck. She let her teeth nip the skin and kept her hands firmly placed on the 'clean' spit-covered ass. "Your fucking turn." Sam hissed in Ash's ear, and then she spanked the wet ass with a loud slap to the right cheek before taking a step back.
Ash turned, her face looked dazed, and she used her pointy finger in a little twirl, telling Sam without words to flip around. "Take the position I was just in," Ash ordered, and Sam did so. "Okay!" Sam breathed hotly, "Clean my sweaty ass bitch, and I'll show you how a real woman takes it."
"Ha. I'll have you squirming." Ash hissed, and she dropped to her knees while Sam took a similar pose that her rival had taken, hands up on the wall, legs spread, and ass prone, ready to be licked clean of its sweat. She thought she was ready for anything, but when Ash's confident tongue touched her ass, it made her gasp and groan.
Ash gave as good as she had got, and Sam felt her body, and more especially her ass, burn in desire. Ash ran her hands up and down the sweaty legs of the standing woman and licked Sam's pale buns with forceful pressure. She slurped and spat, nipping every half minute to mark where she had already cleaned. Then she too went further into the buns, digging her head between the mounds and tonguing the soft, sensitive flesh near her rival's core. "You bitch, tell me my ass is better than yours!" Sam snarled at the wall, but Ash only hissed and slapped the bountiful muscle in response before diving back in.
"Ugh!" Sam cried as she was spanked and cleaned thoroughly, and Ash continued to hunt for any hidden drop of sweat alluding her. All the while, Aishwarya couldn't believe this was where she was, on her knees, in a shower, licking the sweat off her gym rival's ass. But it had felt like a natural escalation to their conflict and a chance to explore her gym rival in a way she never imagined. Ash slipped between Sam's pussy and asshole and licked it roughly, making Sam's knees shake. Then, her legs slightly gave way, and she fell to her knees, almost orgasming thanks to Ash's dangerous tongue at that place. Ash almost continued, but the timer rang, saving her. Yet, Ash pressed her big, wet tits into Sam's soaked back and began to lick her rival's shoulders and neck, then she reached Sam's ear while the redhead was trying to hold in her pleasure. "What's the matter bitch? About to cum?"
"Not before you." Sam snarled and tried to turn, but Ash didn't have time, or didn't want to move back. The pale jugs' side slapped the dark matching pair like a drum of war. The impact caused Ash to retaliate with a thrust of her own chest and erect black nipples directly into the other big pink pair. The pots were starting to overboil, and the two beautiful gym girls had nearly reached their limit of peaceful licking. But the bathing wasn't complete without their legs and feet, and neither woman was going to let the other off the hook.
"Do my legs here and now." Sam spat in her rival's face. But she didn't stand, and instead, pushed Aishwarya slightly while sitting back into a seated position. Then, she lifted her toned leg to basically rest on her rival's shoulder. Ash growled but continued the game, her eyes glancing at the pink, dripping pussy between Sam's legs as she licked her rival's calves, thighs, and every inch of the limbs. Sam watched her intently, panting openly and even moaning when Ash got dangerously close to her groin, and then again when Ash humiliatingly sucked Sam's toes and licked her feet. They hadn't restarted the timer, and the last wash took almost five minutes until Ash finished by spitting on Sam's pussy. But she didn't physically touch her rival's wet sex and quickly sat back, presenting her own dark, sweaty legs.
Sam sat up, and this time she returned the favor with a throaty hiss. She went down each limb with a gradual pace, long, wet strokes, continually nearing the cum drooling lower lips of her bathmate. She too licked between Ash's toes, and her incredible hamstrings as she finished her rival's soak with the thighs last. Finishing identically, Sam added a hot little spit on the sex of her opponent to Ash's sick pleasure. That done, she sat back, waiting to see what would happen now. Ash took a deep breath and went back on her knees. Then, she moved forward so that their breasts mushroomed with significant surface area when Sam matched the position. Then the pale girl wrapped her arms around Ash near her lower back, and felt an equal hold take her.
"Well, looks like the bath is almost over," Ash commented as their bodies molded once again.
"Almost being the keyword, there is one more place we need to wash." Sam purred, leaning in and licking Ash's neck for a quick second.
"True, it's my turn." Ash purred back and gave Sam rival a hickey like bite as the red and black hair mingled in a mess.
"I don't think so," Sam replied with a slight shake of her head.
"Scared what might happen to you if I get down there?" Ash questioned.
"Maybe, but I think you are too."
"Guilty, so, no more taking turns. I guess we will just have to get a little physical and see who can get to whose center first." Ash said, her voice still sensual but hardening each syllable.
"You think you have the muscle to get to my pussy first?" Sam hissed, her body tensing still.
"I know I do," Ash grunted as her own muscles flared.
"Then prove it, and let's see who can finish the other's bath first, bitch." Sam finished with a growl.
"Bring it, bitch." Ash hissed.
The words were said calmly, but they screamed now and slammed together in a spit mess as they jostled on their knees in the shower. It was painful on the tile, but the girls were too horny and enraged to feel anything other than the woman attached to them. They had 'washed' everywhere, their backs, their legs, their asses, their feet, even between their toes. And yet neither had backed down, neither had quit. It seemed natural that their bodies would demand to wrestle.
Sam went down first on her back, but she pulled Ash with her into a wet catball in the confined space. "I'm going to pin you down and finish your bath!" Sam snarled in Ash's face. The other woman growled, "Bring it on!" and the muscle fight continued. They gripped each other tight and began rotating on the hard floor, trying to keep the other woman on her back for good. Each was trying to get to their rival's core while keeping their own safe from the tongue they were all too used to now.
"You think you are going to suck me off like some slut? How about I crush you with my thighs?! Then I'll finish your bath by licking that weak sex of yours dry!" Ash snarled as she adjusted, squeezing Sam's trapped head with her womanly thighs.
"I'm going to crush you way before you crush me! And then lick your pathetic pussy clean!" Sam hissed back, threateningly squeezing her own thick pale thighs around Ash's trapped head. They released loud twin groans from the pressure. Their spit-covered bodies meshed and made them almost feel sticky. The dual-headed scissors increased in power on the shower room floor as they struggled in battle. They rolled back and forth in the small space, neither able to break the other quickly as they began to spank their rival's ass and chew the inner thighs of their rival.
The sexual prefight tongue bath was over, and a muscle battle that both women likely knew in the back of their minds always had to happen began. The dark and pale body rolled a few more times, smashing their opponent into the wall as best they could. Incredible asses burned with extreme effort as Sam clawed Ash's dark, tight, full buns. She could feel her rival's big tits on her hips; she could feel the wetness of her pussy drip down onto Ash's face when she was on top and felt the drips on her cheek from Ash's gushing sex. They were no longer being quiet in their fight, and anyone near the door of the locker room would hear the internal commotion. Maybe the other gym goers were still unaware, or maybe they were letting the two sexy gym bunnies settle it alone.
The crushing twin locked head scissors continued for another two minutes as the exertion was starting to weaken them. With that, and thanks to another fresh layer of sweat mixing with the spit, they could move their heads a bit more. "Fuck you!" Sam screamed, and Ash only growled back, "Bitch, Bitch, BITCH!" Over and over.
Sexy legs were shaking with fury as they dug deep in the final effort of the battle, the crushing lessening but still firm as the two gym bunnies held on. Sam felt her strong body start to go numb thanks to her head being squished, and she could only hope Ash was in a similar boat. God, this strong bitch, her perfect rival, and those dark, sexy legs had her, and it wasn't good. Sam felt her hold begin to break down fully when suddenly she felt the pressure snap off her head like a broken sling. Like dropping a weight to the floor, Ash's legs failed her in the final moments of the leg lock battle, and the beauty let out a cry of surprise! One of the leg locks was broken, and Sam pushed free with a gasp of air filling her lungs and expanding her jiggling chest. The redhead rolled them and, now free, sat up and pressed her spit-cleaned ass down onto Ash's face completely in a reverse schoolgirl pin. The trapped woman groaned in anguish. She kicked up her legs to recover and tried to push Sam off her body, but it was no use. The redhead had gravity even as she groaned a snarky laugh, "Time to finish your bath, Ash!" She cried, and she easily forced Aishwarya's weakened legs apart under her. Leaning down, she latched her lips onto Aishwarya's fully exposed clit and sucked it as her life depended on it. It took only one powerful, wet suck, and Ash came in a flood on the locker room floor as her muscles released all the sexual tension she had been holding in the entire bath.
Ash's smooth sex exploded, and her amazing legs lost all that was left of their incredible power, going limp on the tile. Sam sat back up and pressed her bouncing, spit-covered ass down firmer on Ash's head. She let out a moan of victory as she finally overpowered and outsexed her rival in the broken shower. The moan bounced on the tile walls while Ash's moans bounced only between the thick buns that covered her beautiful face. Sam went down again and sucked twice more and even swallowed some well-earned discharge dripping out of her rival to add another coat over the sweat on her tongue. It tasted divine, that was surprising, Sam thought as she shivered in desire. Then, the redhead pushed up a final time with a flip of her sweat-drenched red hair and rubbed her soaked pussy on Ash's lips until the bottom woman's body went completely soft and her defeat was complete.
Sam rubbed her ass a few more times, half wanting to cum herself, but she held off. Then she sighed, "Not a bad match, Ash, but I guess the record is now in my favor. Even after all that licking, I think we both knew it would come down to whose ass and legs had more power, isn't that right? Are you going to try and argue that this was a draw?" Sam taunted.
Ash groaned but didn't respond. Sam peeled her body off her rival and stood over her on shaky legs. "Thanks for the tongue bath, Ash, it felt fantastic." The pale girl teased, running her hands over her spit-covered body. "Good luck finding a new gym." Sam finished and then left her sex defeated rival on the floor.
Sam needed two full days of rest to recover from her battle. Half because her legs were so sore from the squeeze off, and half because she found herself masturbating every chance she got. The feeling of Ash's tongue on her skin was like a fire in her core, and only on the third day did Sam realize she had to work out to get past this obsession. Was Ash going to be gone? It was a thought that both excited her to know she broke the bitch, but also, it was like losing a lift partner. The rivalry excited her, and its being over after two weeks seemed too short a time.
When Sam reached the gym, she didn't see Ash anywhere. Again, a wave of triumph mixed with disappointment swelled over her. "Well. That's that." She said aloud to herself, but she checked the locker room one last time with no luck. Thinking about why she felt annoyed that Ash was gone, Sam began to stretch on the hip thrust platform. But she didn't get to ponder long. Only a few minutes later, Sam's eyes caught the sight of the very woman she had licked clean three days ago strutting into the gym like she owned the place. Aishwarya was back and with what seemed like not a care in the world; she made her way to one of the squat racks. The dark-haired woman began to stretch while Sam stood dumbstruck. But the shock didn't last, and she marched over towards her rival just as Ash sat down on the wooden platform, leaning down between her sexy spread legs.
"What are you doing here?!" Sam spat as soon as she was close enough to Ash, glowering down at her recently defeated rival. "You lost, Aishwarya. You need to find a new gym as we agreed!" She added as Aishwarya removed her large headphones while pulling off her sweatshirt, still sitting on the floor. Sam's eyes flickered down to the bright pink sports bra Ash was wearing, holding in the massive jugs that just earlier in the week had been pressed to hers. Then, Ash looked up at her plainly, before she stood up and pushed down her sweatpants as if she was stripping just for Sam in the middle of the gym. The redhead huffed as Ash took her time, of course, wearing matching pink latex shorts as well. Once her dark legs were free, she smiled dangerously at Sam, who felt a dangerous predator sense coming off from the rival. "Have you ever failed a lift, Samantha? Gone for a PR but just missed it. But you feel that any other day you would have smashed it, and you are already itching to go for it again?" Ash asked her, ignoring the previous question.
Sam didn't answer and only crossed her arms over her red workout bra.
"Well, that's how I see you and our little games." Then Ash's voice went low and hard, taking a step towards Sam, "I don't give a fuck that I lost in our little lick down. I'm not leaving this gym because I'm the one who is going to teach you a lesson, no matter how many lifts we do. Consider me your permanent lift partner, bitch."
Then, to Sam's shock, and the shock of everyone in the gym watching the two hotties talk, Aishwarya stepped forward further, took the back of Sam's head, and kissed her right on the mouth. It would be the talk of the gym for months. The two gym hotties, Samantha and Aishwarya, who got into a shoving match two weeks ago, were now sharing an open-mouth kiss right on the gym floor. A wave of disappointment hit every man in the gym, seeing that they had no chance with either of the two gym bunnies. Little did they know, Ash and Sam's kiss was not a kiss of love at all. It was a promise kiss, of desire, of hate, of challenge that was sealed by spit.
Sam's surprise faded quickly, and the two women kissed on the squat platform evenly, with soft lips and strong tongues meeting and flexing. It was wet, relatively short, but hot to watch. When Ash pulled back from the smooch, Sam almost lost her balance, her legs going jelly before she even touched a weight. But Ash still held the redhead close and whispered to her, "A week from tonight, I'm going for my PR again with you. Don't even think about running because I will find you. Just show up here at midnight alone because I have a key now, too. Wear the tiniest bikini you own, and bring nothing else but some water."
"Yeah, and what are we gonna do in our bikinis?" Sam hissed back, uncaring of who was watching this confrontation.
Ash's grin turned sideways, and her eyes burned with determination. "I'm going to bring a bottle of baby oil for us to share. And after we slather it all over each other, you and I are going to see who really can pin the other down long enough to get fucked on the mat."
Sam nearly had an orgasm from the words of her rival alone. Two minutes ago, she thought this insane rivalry was settled. But now it dawned on her that she and Ash were just getting started, that searching for another rival would have to wait. Her eyes burned, equally determined as she chose her response carefully, "Don't worry, Aishwarya. I'll never run from you or back down from any type of challenge you can think of. Sex, muscle, or both. You want another shot at me? Come and get me, baby. Bring that baby oil, and I'll give you a wrestling match you will never forget. And when I rip whatever bikini you have off, pin you naked to the mat with my oil-smeared body." She smirked, "I'll wipe you down clean again."
"It's a match, baby," Ash replied, and with that, she turned away from her rival while putting her headphones back on. Aishwarya began her squat warm-ups without another word to her rival. Sam flipped around and stalked back towards the hip thrust machines. She was outwardly furious, but there was a big smile on her lips. She didn't want a new rival, not yet; she wanted this one, and she had her. She wondered what the best exercises would give her an advantage in a nude oil wrestling match against Aishwarya. What muscles would be used the most? Then she laughed, because she knew when it came to Aishwarya, she would need every fiber of muscle. It was time to train.
