Power Struggle

They rolled around on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. Sexy music was playing on the sound system. The mood was intimate, with just the right amount of aggression. This encounter was something they both felt might eventually happen between them. Certainly, an erotic tension had existed between them since they first met. Over time it just grew and was most intense whenever they were in close quarters. They mostly disguised it well, but a couple of their more perceptive mutual female friends recognized the body language between the two women. One of them even commented on it.

“You know, it’s only a matter of time before you two hot honeys hook up intimately with each other. I’d love to be there to see it, but I know it will be a very private encounter.”

“I’ll be sure to get it on video tape for you, and for posterity.” replied the blonde, sardonically.

Even though she was reluctant to admit it, her friend was on to something. The body language between her and the big breasted brunette was subtle, but appreciable to those with a keen eye for interactions between women. Indeed, all it took was a casual invitation to meet privately for a glass of wine and some girl chatter and, without a second thought, she was there. After a few glasses of properly aged white Zinfandel the mood was set and a sexy, non verbal challenge was proffered. Now, they were rolling around in a full body embrace, feeling each other’s softness, noting in their minds how evenly matched they were and wondering to themselves just how far this might go.

They paused briefly and looked into each other’s eyes as they absorbed the sensation of breathing chest to chest with each other. Even through their t-shirts and bras, the long held suspicion that their breasts were evenly matched in size and fullness was proving to be true. And by the way they were entangled it was just as obvious that they were both willing and even eager to engage each other body to body. They were friends. Still, in the heat of the moment...

“Bitch!” said the blonde, who was on the bottom.

“Slut!” Replied the brunette on top. Then came another ten minutes of rolling around, replete with grunts, groans and invectives as each tried to dominate the other. Once again they paused as the dark haired beauty regained the top position. They glared at each other, breathing hard.

“We’re not getting anywhere like this.” said the brunette.

“Do you have something else in mind?” asked the blonde.

The brunette said nothing, but gave her blonde friend a mischievous smile. Then, just before disengaging herself from the blonde, she emphatically rubbed and rolled her breasts into the blonde’s wondrously full tits, causing her to moan with pleasure. Then she untangled herself and rose to her feet. The blonde reached out for extended hands and allowed herself to be helped up.

“What now, brown eyes?”

Again the brunette said nothing. The blonde watched as she eased the neck of her tee over her head, then removed it. As each article of her clothing fell to the floor, the blonde became more aroused. In a matter of seconds her olive skinned friend stood before her, gloriously naked. She took time to evaluate the wondrous curves of this nude body. Her eyes were eventually drawn to the crotch where tan lines pointed the way to a full lipped, shaved pussy. She was not entirely surprised by this. She knew what she had to do. There was no backing down now. They had been building up to this for months, and she was glad that this moment had finally arrived. Her own clothes came off in short order. She allowed her dark haired hostess equal time to assess her, the “opposition,” so to speak. All four breasts were noticeably heaving.

“I’m impressed.” said the brunette.

“Me too.”

“Nice pussy, blondie.”

"Well now." An acknowledgment by the brunette that both pussies were equal, the blonde thought to herself.

“Likewise. I like the way your tan lines draw attention to your pussy.”

“And I like. the fact that we’re both shaved.” said the brunette.

It was at that point that both women knew the ultimate duel would bring both pussies together. It would no doubt be a confrontation for the ages. The stunning blonde paused to compose her thoughts, then moved in close to her dark haired rival.

“I get the feeling we both hoped it would play out like this...no clothes, woman to woman.”

“As soon as we hit the floor I knew.” the brunette responded.

Still a bit overwhelmed by how turned on she was, the blonde asked the obvious question. “Now what?”

“You said it yourself. Woman to woman. That means bodies pressed together. Can you handle all this?” the brunette asked as she gestured to her naked body. The blonde smiled seductively at her brown eyed hostess and returned the question. "Are YOU woman enough for all this?”

They posed for each other, hands on hips, breasts out in an obvious challenge. No further words were needed. But both understood they were in for a long night of woman to woman sex fighting and both were hot for the match to commence. “Enough foreplay.” Said the brunette.

They clasped hands and moved to the middle of the rug. As their nipples lightly scraped into each other, they absorbed the sensation of first intimate contact. With their eyes locked, the two women moved closer, mashing their breasts fully into each other, in a long awaited encounter. Each woman marveled at the fullness of each other’s tits and at how evenly matched they were. How soft the sensation was!Next, bellies pressed together then crotches met in intimate contact. At long last the two women were united the way they wanted to be. Smooth naked flesh pressed together as they went slowly down to the floor, locking themselves in a sensual body wrestle. They rolled around together in a test of strength, wills and bodies. It took about fifteen minutes, but the brunette eventually overpowered the blonde and took the top position for the fuck fight that was coming. She felt the blonde’s silky legs entwine with hers. With their bellies and crotches lined up and pressing tightly together, the brunette rolled and pressed her tits fully with her opponent’s breasts. The blonde moaned in obvious pleasure. She responded by tightly wrapping her arms around the brunette’s back, holding her as tightly as she could, forcing her own tits into a tight crush with the brunette’s breasts. Both women groaned at the indescribable pleasure.

“I’ve got home chest advantage, bitch.” The brunette boasted.

“That don’t make your tits any better than mine you slut. Besides, I know my way around the mat. My body can handle your body and my tits can certainly handle yours.”

The verbal jousting continued. “Then you'd better be ready for a long night, because I know how to handle myself too, body to body.” replied the brunette.

“I’m up for the challenge. I’ll lock up with you all night long, if that’s what it’s gonna take.” the blond sneered.

“Bitch, that is what it’s going to take.” There was a pause as the brunette gave the blonde an odd look.

“What!?” the blonde asked.

“I was just thinking about how desperately we’ve needed to do this. This was inevitable.”

“You’re right. There’s always heat between us.” the blonde agreed.

They groaned and the intimate body roll around continued. It lasted for twenty more minutes before the brunette took charge once again. The busty blonde no longer cared who was on top. Although she would never admit to it, she could feel her resistance slowly dissipate. She wanted to get down to the business between their thighs. There was so much heat between them that all that mattered was how much pleasure their bodies gave each other in this intense sexual battle. Even if she lost this one, she was definitely going to demand a rematch, perhaps several rematches. As their breathing slowed, the blonde pulled the brunette’s face to hers and the two women engaged in an open mouth tongue kiss. Their lips locked and the tongues wrestled as each woman’s passion grew. But, the real battle had not yet been joined. Their bellies were tightly pressed together and they had made certain to bump their crotches into each other repeatedly during the match, but their two swollen, wet pussies had not yet connected with each other. The cunt to cunt challenge had not yet been issued. But it was only a matter of time.

As the long kiss became more heated, the brunette could no longer contain herself. Still pressed tightly, belly to belly with the blonde. Her cunt was on fire for the sweet meat of the blonde’s pussy. She seemed now unable to control her pelvis and pushed it down softly, bumping her sweaty crotch into the blonde’s hairless mound. The blonde reacted instantly. She grabbed the dark haired beauty’s ass and squeezed, pulling it down as she thrust upward. The brunette challenged, the blonde accepted. It was time.

They shifted their hips and angled their naked, aroused cunts toward each other, then thrust them forward. After almost an hour of build up came the most anticipated encounter as their two wet pussies collided with each other. They had both wrestled with other women before, but neither of them had ever taken on another woman at this level of naked intimacy. Their bodies trembled at the first contact and the two women found ways to achieve intimate flesh on flesh contact. Their labia wrestled and rolled and slid together. The brunette could feel her rival’s moist cunt softening up to hers as her juices moistened the blonde’s thick cunt lips. Forcing the weight of her hips downward, the brunette intensified the challenge, and the two wet pussies squished together, making juicy sounds as they tangled. The blonde angled her pelvis to allow better access. Then she felt something she had never felt before. The brunette’s fully aroused clitoris sunk down into her inner labia, penetrating her pussy as it instantly met up with her own engorged clitoris. The two clits battled with each other instantly, bumping and sliding against each other. The blonde dug her fingers painfully into the brunette’s ass as the two women humped sensuously together, grinding vulva and rolling tits as two undulating bodies began to sweat, heading full bore toward mutual orgasm.

The blonde screamed first as her body stiffened against her rival’s body. Ten seconds later, the brunette slammed hard and stiffened, kissing the blonde hard as she climaxed with an intensity she had never felt before, her cunt against the blonde’s cunt. They squealed and groaned and cussed each other for having the ability to force such powerful orgasms from each other, as they crushed their sweat soaked bodies so tightly together that it was difficult to determine where one stopped and the other began. In a breathy slow down they continued to rub pussies together, as they whispered into each other’s ear and rolled their breasts into each other.

“You fucking bitch! How could you make me do that?” asked the blonde.

As they caught their breath, both women had to begrudgingly admit to each other that this was, by far, the most ardent and satisfying sexual encounter they had ever experienced.

“Wanna do it again?” asked the brunette.

The blonde then found the reserve strength to overpower the brunette and then, from the top position, she looked at her squarely and announced, “This is NOT over, Monica.”

“Not by a long shot, Hillary!”

Shower water descended on Monica’s full, tender breasts. Stinging hot water. Gloriously hot water! It drenched her neck, shoulders and chest, lovingly working its way down her body. An involuntary moan escaped from her throat as she felt it slowly alleviating the painfully sexy remnants of a long, hard fought body to body match with her blonde friend and rival Hillary. Her private time lasted only for a couple of minutes. The buxom blonde opened the translucent shower door, then stepped into the stall with her, wordlessly requesting a share of the water spray. Monica acquiesced.

“Damn! You like your water really hot!” Hillary exclaimed as the searing, rapid fire droplets pounded her naked flesh. Monica paused thoughtfully, then spoke. “I find that it helps to ease the physical and emotional pangs of the day. It soothes and relaxes the soul and the mind. It gets me back in touch with myself and indeed, back in touch with the cosmos.”

Hillary paused thoughtfully, then responded. “Oh, shut the fuck up and move over a little, you pompous bitch!” She then reached up to adjust the flow from “pulsate” to a more benevolent setting.

Monica laughed heartily, then took a shower sponge and some scented body wash and proceeded to lather Hillary down from top to bottom, front and back, giving a little extra care and attention to those sensitive female parts.

Hillary thought to herself that this was quite an unexpected gesture. It was also very erotic. She moaned softly as Monica expertly worked the sponge, with peach scented body wash, into her appreciative flesh. Next the brunette gently guided her under the full spray of the hot shower for a rinse, and damned if she didn’t feel her physical pangs slowly dissipate! Looking down, Hillary watched as the soreness from her body circled the drain in a scented froth. Squeaky clean, invigorated and quite aroused, she then turned to face her brunette shower pal.

“That was really nice! Thank you!” “We’re a full service operation, ma’am.”

The busty brunette smiled as she squeezed in under the shower water with her, as though body contact was now casually accepted. Their luscious breasts came together once again as water cascaded (you knew that word would show up eventually) down off of them.

Hillary absorbed the sensation as though she was experiencing it for the first time. Perhaps she was. Previously, in “Power Struggle-One,” the four prodigious mounds met in a dry encounter, becoming moist with perspiration only after a lengthy breast to breast struggle. This time they were cleansed with fragrant body wash and drenched with hot water. It felt even more amazing than their first meeting.

Monica then felt herself being gathered gently into the blonde’s full embrace. The two Rubenesque bodies were once again pressed together. This time it was in the form of a passionate kiss. As their hungry mouths pressed together in unabashed desire, their tongues snaked each other. The heat in their loins intensified as the long kiss became increasingly fervent.

Feeling intimate feelings, not to mention lust like she had never known before, Hillary finally had to break it off. She separated herself then stepped out of the shower, needing time to let some intense thoughts ruminate in her head. The earth shattering climax that Monica had fucked out of her earlier had altered some pre conceived notions about herself. No one had ever made her cum like that before! Feeling Monica’s body pressed against hers in the shower made her hungry for satisfaction once again. She needed to sexually battle with this woman again. Whether it was her female pride or deep sexual desire that was driving her, she could not say. Perhaps it was a little of both. She needed this rematch. In her mind was the framework of a plan, but she sensed that it wouldn’t take much to coerce her brunette rival.

Finding towels that had been placed for her, she began to dry herself. Monica then stepped out of the shower and mimicked her activity. There was an uneasy silence. Finally, the brunette spoke out.

“Give it up blondie. It feels like something’s bothering you.” The blonde paused, knowing what she was about to say would elicit an impassioned response. “I was just reliving our earlier session in my mind.” “And?” “Well, I’m just not certain that you won.”

Monica sighed. “You’re still not convinced that I’m the better woman, are you?” “Listen, sweetie. You were on top. And from what I’ve read about that type of match, whoever is on top always has the advantage.” “And you read this where?” “It says exactly that in Postulations 3:17, when Martha anointed her body with consecrated oil in order to wrestle her female demons. ‘Regarding woman to woman rubbing; who shalt be on top shalt fucketh better.’ Clearly, that means the woman on top has the advantage.” Hillary stated, smugly.

But as it turned out, she was barking up the wrong olive tree because Monica knew the Sanctimonious Fictions quite well. “Try reading Speculations 9:19.” she responded. “As the two unclothed Sabine women wrestled, a highly aroused Paul astutely observed, ‘Regarding two naked women: who gaineth the top, wineth the battle of the bodies.’ The meaning here is obvious. The whole object is to be on top, in order to win...eth.” Monica paused to gloat, then continued. “Also, I might add, in Ostentations 4:16, when the two large breasted Erudite women resolve their dispute over a sheep in body to body combat, it is clearly delineated that the winner had the best skills.”

Hillary was flustered. “Therefore, it should become apparent that I was on top because my body to body skills are superior to yours.” Monica encapsulated, with a chest full of womanly pride. With their towels now bunched up around their ankles, they squared off naked once again, not quite nipple to nipple. The tension was so thick, you could have cut it with a miracle knife. “My body to body skills are just as good as yours.” “Then how is that you were on the bottom most of the time?” Monica snapped. “I don’t know. But all I can say is I’m glad there were no sheep involved.” “We’re not getting anywhere with this discussion.” “No shit!”

Hillary continued to prod Monica’s brain with antagonistic statements. “Look, we both know that what happened out there was just too close to call.” “Oh bullshit! By my clock, you went off at least ten seconds before me.” “Well then, you must be on bimbo central time. Because I recall it being a dead heat.” responded Hillary, belligerently. “Have you lost your mind? What we BOTH KNOW is that you went off before I did. I fucked the shit out of that cunt of yours.” “That’s not true.” Hillary weakly disagreed. “It IS true! You KNOW it’s true!” “No, it’s not.” Hillary insisted.

Monica was right, of course. Hillary did know that she reached her climax first. But... “Unless you’re trying to provoke me into a rematch. Is that what you’re up to?” “It is. And I am.” “In that case, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate you.” Hillary got what she wanted. Now, to destroy this bitch sex to sex. Hopefully.

Monica’s machismo had been challenged. In a gesture of acceptance, she pushed and rolled her full casabas into the blonde’s lush cantaloupes. Hillary pushed back, melon to melon. Within seconds, they casually walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Both women could feel their loins stirring with desire once again. Juices of anticipation moistened their lush, eager cunts as they stood alongside Monica’s bed. Hillary looked around the room, assessing the decor. She found it to be pleasing, but certainly nothing out of a designer catalogue. The aroused nipples that were now scraping against hers made her tits tingle, returning her to the moment.

“I told you that this wasn’t over. Remember?” “I do. And I agreed. Remember?” “I do.” “So. What exactly do you have in mind, blondie?” “A real woman to woman match up.” Monica almost gasped. “You mean...?” “Yes...I mean...” “So it’s gonna be pussy...” “To pussy...” “Sounds intense...”

The brunette then asked, “Just one thing. Why are we using so many of those...?” “...?” “Exactly!” “It adds a bit of...dramatic pause.” “It’s a little...tacky.” Monica opined. “You’re right.” Hillary agreed. “So. How do we go about this? First one to climax looses?” Monica asked. “Oh no. You’re not getting off that easy.” “Then how?” “Here’s the deal, sweet cheeks. No orgasm limit. We engage our pussies totally, in a sex fight to the finish.”

Just hearing the blonde say those words caused Monica’s pussy to quiver with anticipation. “And how will we know the finish?” she asked, with breath of suspense filling her lungs. “When one of us can’t continue. That will of course, be you.” “Listen blondie, if we lock pussies you’re gonna loose!” Monica scorned. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that now, won’t we?”

Fixing her glare to Monica’s, Hillary responded using confidence as intimidation. It worked. Now Monica began to wonder to herself. She’s so willing, so confident. Maybe this isn’t going to be as easy as I think.

She decided to try a little intimidation of her own with another tit to tit slam. It didn’t work. Hillary stood her ground, forcing her tits back into Monica’s. Again Monica tried to intimidate. As their arms encircled each other’s body, she moved in tight and pressed her naked pubes tightly into Hillary’s naked, ready to rumble mound. Hillary pressed back just as firmly. There would be no intimidation. It felt like the two pussies were almost ready to explode as the crotch on crotch thumping intensified. Their eyes were locked. They glared at each other with a fifty-fifty mix of disdain and desire. Monica could not believe how turned on she was. She broke the silence.

“My cunt is going to eat your cunt for breakfast, bitch.” Hillary shot back quickly. “Oh yeah? Well my pussy will devour your pussy for lunch, dinner and between meal snacks, you slut!” Out of repasts, Monica could only respond with “Tramp!” “Tart!” replied H. “Whore!” responded M. “Floozy!” scoffed H. “Jezebel!” countered M. “Hussy!” answered H. “Trollop!” M retorted. “Harlot!” H reciprocated. “Strumpet!” retaliated M. “Bimbo!” retorted H. “Promiscuous bitch!” said M.

Then there was a protracted silence until Hillary spoke. “Well, I’m flat out of insults.” she noted, casually. “Me too.” “Then the time for words is past. It’s time for action.” “Oh yeah.”

Still in a tight embrace, they engaged in yet another passionate, lengthy kiss. The buildup was almost excruciating. Monica wrestled the blonde into her bed and the two naked tigresses grappled breast to breast, body to body for five minutes, rolling over and over with an urgency that exceeded their first naked embrace. Then Hillary took the top position. She paused and gave the brunette a look that sent shivers down her spine. Monica knew what was coming.

Wordlessly the two women separated and then worked themselves into a leg over leg scissor position. Propping themselves up with their arms behind their backs, they slowly glided their thighs into each other, forming opposing Vs with less than a foot of space separating their succulent pudenda. They glared at each other. “I’ll teach you to mess with a powerful woman, bitch.” said Hillary. “What are you talking about? You’re a switchboard operator at the mall!” “That’s ‘Information Flow Coordinator,’ if you don’t mind.” “Oh spare me, please!” Monica replied derisively. “Oh, I suppose you think you’re better than me, miss ‘plain clothes security officer.’ Couldn’t they afford a uniform for you?” Hillary scoffed. “Yes, they can. But I chose to work undercover assignments.” “Wow! You must be in constant peril!” The cynicism spewed forth. “I’ll have you know that I’m considered the first line of defense against terrorist activity.” Monica stated, as her fulsome American breasts swelled with patriotism. “Oh yes, I forgot. There’s a lot of subterfuge in the ladies lingerie department.” “Go ahead and mock me. But you’d be shocked by the number of women who go into a dressing booth with two pairs of panty hose and come out with only one.” “Wow! If that’s not a plot to bring down America, I don’t know what is.” “You got it, sister!” Hillary just shook her head and smiled wryly. Then, before Monica could say anything else, she was jolted by the full force of the blonde’s cunt as it made its initial thrust into her own tumescent twat.

A juicy squish came forth from the two conjoined cunts. The flesh on flesh impact made Monica shudder as both cunts, devoid of pubic hair were, at long last, entangled in a sexual struggle with each other. Her response was instinctive and immediate. Not wanting to give up an early advantage, she moved her well endowed pussy into a full lipped lock up with her blonde rival. The connection was phenomenal! Like nothing she’d ever felt before. She recalled the previous encounter, and how amazing it felt as they battled with their nude bodies, breasts crushed against each other, legs entwined as bellies slapped and pubes pounded. A total turn on! But this cunt on cunt joining was so intimate, so heated that it could easily become incendiary! The two hungry, combatant cunts were now the focal point of everything. Nothing else mattered except the fleshy embroilment between their thighs. They locked the two perfectly matched vulvas in a slow, wet, undulating pelvis grind. Two naked pussies fused together in a sopping, womanly duel. As the cunt on cunt skirmish evolved, Hillary looked deeply into Monica’s eyes, giving her a chill. Shivers went down both their spines as they now understood, despite their rivalry, how turned on they were by each other. Desperate to win this intimate female confrontation the blonde poured it on, forcing her thick cunt deep into the brunette’s full, wet labia. Cunt sucking cunt sounds and womanly fragrances filled the air, creating a heady atmosphere. Monica forced back, trying to match or exceed Hilary’s pressure. But the two swollen cunts were so tightly locked and so even in every way that they both knew this was going take a while. Grinding their pelvises slowly the two beauties scowled at each other. The only verbal exchange came in the form of groans and grunts. The groans became more pronounced the longer the the two pussies sexually accosted each other.

As the labia slid against each other, a bond of flesh was formed and they parted slightly, sinking into each other. Clit met clit head on, and a war of projectiles began. Each woman could feel her swollen clit fight the other’s. It was sexual congress heretofore unknown by either woman. Both women struggled to form a more perfect union, ejaculating wave after wave of wet, sticky cum into each other’s cunts. Nearly thirty minutes and an unknown number orgasms passed, and neither of them showed any sign of capitulation. They struggled to match the other’s thrusts and rolls while their wet labia clung to each other, and their clitorises engaged in heated battle. Another fifteen minutes passed with the two women still in a sex fight deadlock. Their eyes would regularly search each other for signs of fatigue. Neither of them was ready to give. Alternately, they would clasp hands for greater purchase, or lie back and pull on each other’s top leg as the two pussies battled for purchase. Still no sign of concession from either of the sweat soaked women.

“I can feel you weakening, you blonde cunt.” Monica said, in an attempt to gain a psychological advantage. “Not a chance, you dark haired slut!” Hillary shot back. “Your pussy’s the one that’s getting weaker. I can feel it.” “You’re hallucinating, bitch. Clearly, my cunt is slowly sucking the fight out of your puny pussy.” Monica answered as she rolled her full labia and squashed them into Hillary’s thick, not so puny cunt lips. “You’re the one who’s been snorting LDS, whore. It’s pretty obvious my cunt is fucking and sucking your cunt into submission.”

Monica almost snarled. “Yeah, well I’ve got something for you, bitch!” “Bring it, slut!” Thrusting her pelvis and rotating her hips sensuously, Monica turned up the heat. “It’s coming for you! Here it is!”

With an amazingly sexy thrust and roll that she had been saving, Monica once again tried to take control. The move shook Hillary to her foundations. But it didn’t break her. It was then that the blonde hatched a plan. She decided to let the brunette think that she was wearing down. She wanted to give her a false sense of security. Then, when the timing was right, she would make her move and destroy her. “Woa! Where in the hell did you get that move?” asked a seemingly impressed Hillary. “It’s from ‘Slutty Girl fitness.’” “Very impressive!”

Monica took a couple of seconds to gloat. A conniving Hillary now activated her plan. She knew what she had to do. For the next ten minutes she let Monica be the aggressor, letting her spend herself with repeated use of this and other “Slutty Girl” moves. She feigned getting weaker, bending but not breaking. The flesh lock between their thighs was starting to tell. She sensed her plan was working. For all of her aggressiveness, Monica was starting to tire. The moment was at hand. Hillary took charge, forcing her pussy into Monica’s cunt with a move that shook her deeply. She poured it on with a relentless series of hip rolls and thrusts that made the brunette moan in excruciating pleasure. But Monica was not about to give in. She matched Hillary's intensity, thrust for thrust, roll for roll, her own pussy attacking the blonde's cunt with equal ferocity.

The two women locked eyes, their faces contorted with both determination and overwhelming pleasure. Neither was willing to concede, but both could feel the inevitable building within them. Their clits ground together with increasing urgency, their labia locked in a wet, desperate embrace. The groans became screams, the thrusts became frantic, and both women knew they were racing toward the same finish line.

“I’m not giving in, you bitch!” Monica gasped, her body trembling with the effort to maintain control.

“Neither am I, slut!” Hillary shot back, but her voice was breaking, her resolve crumbling as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Their eyes locked one final time, and in that moment, they both understood. This wasn't about winning anymore. This was about something far more powerful. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, their pussies grinding together with desperate, final urgency. Monica's fingers dug into Hillary's back, Hillary's nails scraped down Monica's sides, and then it happened.

Together. Simultaneously. Their bodies stiffened as one. Monica's scream was matched by Hillary's, their voices merging into a single cry of ecstasy as their cunts convulsed against each other. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed through them, their clits pulsing together, their juices mixing as they came harder than either had ever come before. They held each other tightly, their bodies locked in the throes of mutual climax, neither able to tell where one woman's pleasure ended and the other's began.

When the waves finally subsided, they collapsed against each other, their sweat-soaked bodies heaving, their pussies still pressed together, still trembling with aftershocks. They lay there for long minutes, unable and unwilling to separate.

“Fuck...” Monica breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

“I know...” Hillary responded, equally breathless.

They pulled apart slowly, reluctantly, their wet cunts making soft, sticky sounds as they separated. When thoughts returned to Monica's short circuited brain, she looked at the blonde with wonder in her eyes.

“I’ve never come like that before.” Monica admitted, her voice filled with awe.

“Me neither. That was...mutual.” Hillary said, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“Mutual.” Monica agreed, returning the smile. “I guess we’re evenly matched after all.”

“I guess we are.” Hillary laughed softly. “So...rematch?”

“Oh my gosh...how about tomorrow night?” a spent Monica asked.

“Same cunt time, same cunt channel?”

“You got it.”

The two depleted women then collapsed into each other’s embrace and slept through the night.