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    Stoic Friction (aka Sex and Death)

    "I felt so painfully isolated that I vowed I would get revenge on the world by becoming a famous cartoonist" - Robert Crumb

    “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! – Hunter S Thompson

    Chapter 1

    Inna sipped the black coffee as she looked up at the clouds. It had been cloudy all week. After finishing the coffee, she stepped out on to the porch and looked at the large chestnut trees. They stood deathly still, for there was no wind. The river gleamed between the trees, but she could not hear it.

    The grass was topped with dew. Or it might have been the drizzle. It had drizzled all of last week.

    Inna stretched. Clad in jeans and a perfectly fitting top, Inna was a giant. She was tall. 6 feet and 2 inches. At forty-five, she was a muscular woman with not an inch of fat on her body. Inna looked at her watch as she stretched. 3:55 pm. Inka would be here soon.

    *****
    Inka had woken up early that day. It was a good six-hour drive from Pine Bluff to Alma. Inka liked to be on time. On the way, she stopped for coffee and scrambled eggs at a roadside diner. The diner was empty except for the sleepy waitress who served her.

    The drive was easy in the gloomy weather. The tall chestnut trees on both sides of the road looked wet from the rain with their barks exhibiting a dark brown, as if somebody had poured oil over them. There was hardly a man or a woman around. Or cars.

    Not that she was worried. The directions in the letter were clear. She had taken the dirt road before the church and driven until she saw the river. She parked the car beside a chestnut tree, not under it or the dew hanging off the leaves would fall on her and the car. She stepped out of the car, a tall woman who exuded power and physical strength. The well-fitting jeans and shirt could not hide her large frame.

    She walked carefully, avoiding the mud puddles until she reached a narrow dirt road that sloped down. Thick brambles and thorn bushes grew out from either side into the road while linden tress hung down. On this cloudy evening, the road was dark from the shadows of the thicket and the linden trees. Inka trotted down the slope, dodging the thorn bushes. There was no wind, and she could hear the noise of her sneakers very clearly. As she advanced, she heard the river.

    *****
    Inna stood in the middle of the wooden bridge, waiting. She looked down into the flowing river where tiny guppies swam with the flow. When she turned to look at the dirt road, Inka’s tall figure had appeared. Inna saw a big, tall and graceful woman who walked assuredly. There was an air of alertness about her. And then the woman saw her standing on the bridge and stopped in her tracks.

    *****
    Inka saw a woman standing confidently on the bridge as if it was her territory. So, this was Inna. Inka slowly climbed the bridge and walked towards the woman who hardly moved. She was waiting for Inka to come to her. Only when Inka was a few steps away from her did the woman extend her hand out.

    *****
    They shook hands, both gripping each other’s hands tightly, their fingers clasping each other’s palms in iron grips.

    Inna: Inna Swenson.

    Inka: Inka Sorenson.

    The women smiled at each other politely.

    Inna: I am glad you could make it.

    Inka: I was looking forward to our meeting.

    Inna: Me too. Hope you did not have trouble getting here.

    Inka: No. The directions in your letter were simply perfect.

    Inna: Great. Shall we move to my house?

    Inka: Sure.

    They walked down the bridge. The wooden bridge began to shake as the two gigantic women descended.

    Inna: This is one rickety bridge.

    Inka: I guess it can’t take both of us at the same time.

    Inna: No, it can’t.

    The bridge shook continuously and stopped vibrating only when the two women got off it.

    They reached the top of the dirt road and there was a range of chestnut trees that almost hid the mansion.

    Inka: This place is monastic.

    Inna: Ha! That’s one way of looking at it ….. Not much of a walk now. That’s the mansion over there.

    As they walked towards it, Inka could see an old Southern Gothic mansion. If it weren’t for the huge chestnut trees, the mansion would have towered over everything else on the grounds. The women walked towards the mansion, avoiding the mud puddles. The grass had grown tall where they were walking but Inka saw that it had been trimmed as they got closer to the mansion.

    Inka: Do you take care of the grounds yourself?

    Inna: Yes. It does take a lot of work.

    Inka: How’s Tunku?

    Inna who had been walking in front, turned around and faced Inka.

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    Chapter 2

    Tunku Maniyanpillai watched his girlfriends from the window. The two tall and beautiful women walked side by side, talking. Tunku, a short frail man, felt like his life had not been wasted. At fifty, he was a world-famous illustrator of erotic comic books. A leaky heart valve had slowed him down in the last two years. The medicines had left him weak. But the last month had been good. His sexual appetite was back.

    The doctors had warned him against being overtly optimistic. He had a few weeks if not days to live at best. Decades of alcohol abuse, that dangerous elixir of all artists had been too much for his heart to take.

    He had convinced Inna that he was desperate to see Inka again. Inna had agreed. There was much understanding and sympathy behind the seeming reservedness of the Swedish. Inna had been his girl for the last six years. Inka had been his girlfriend before that, until they had broken up. Not an acrimonious break up, they had kept in touch, through letters, an indiscretion of which he had kept Inna aware. In his last days, Tunku Maniyanpillai wanted his two most treasured lovers by his side. To nurse him and prepare him for when the Grim Reaper arrived to collect his soul.

    Tunku Maniyanpilai was not a collector of people. He had not kept in touch with his Indian family. It had been hard, Indian families never let you go, they had tried to track him down, sent envoys, tried to arrange treaties, through enthusiastic uncles and even pressured him through the Indian government. When everything failed, his mother had sent him a suicide note, saying she would cut her throat if Tunku did not marry the girl she had chosen for him. Tunku had not budged.

    It was a good life if you were tough. And if you put in the work. You got the good things, like the love of two Amazonian Swedes. Marriage and monogamy were the curse for being mediocre. Hahaha!

    Physically, he might be a puny man. He had been viciously bullied in school and even in college. Wonder what all those sadists would think if they saw the women he was with now. Hohoho!

    He, Tunku Maniyanpillai, from a humble Malayali family, had moved to the American empire, three decades ago, and would spend the last days of his life in the company and care of Inna and Inka, two salubrious women of a Viking extraction. Life, or for that matter, even approaching death had never seemed sweeter.

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    Chapter 3

    Inna waited downstairs after Inka went up to meet Tunku. She harbored no illusions about what was taking place between Inka and Tunku upstairs in the bedroom that she shared with Tunku. She had been Tunku’s girl for six years now. He was not someone who wasted any time in such matters.

    Inna made more black coffee and poured it into a pot. It began to rain. Inna walked on to the porch, to watch the rain. She did not hear Inka appear behind her.

    “Looks like I bought some rain in with me,” said Inka, jovially.

    Inna did not respond. She saw Inka looking questioningly at her. Inna could smell Tunku’s “Park Avenue” perfume on Inka. It was a perfume he got imported from India.

    “I just want you to know I am grateful to you for having me here. Tunku told me about the role you played in inviting me. Your letter encouraged me”, said Inka.

    “You both were discussing me up there?”, said Inna coolly.

    Inka did not reply. The two women stood side by side, watching the rain. It had really begun to pour. They went inside after a while. It was dark and cool in the living room.

    Inna switched on a table lamp. The room was filled with the warm glow of the lamp. She could barely see Inka’s face. The walls were adorned with Tunku’s erotic drawings some of which were grotesque.

    “This place is a bit eerie,” said Inka.

    “It definitely is. But you know how Tunku is. He gets inspiration from living in places like this.”

    They heard a vehicle arriving outside. Inna looked through the window. It was Tunku’s manager John Honai and his lawyer Quincy Roberts.

    “Hiya Inna. Good to see you after a long time, Inka,” said John, walking in and addressing the two women. He was a chivalrous and pleasant man. Quincy simply nodded at the two women.

    “Did Tunku tell you ladies about the meeting?”, asked John.

    “What meeting?”, asked Inna, turning to Inka. Inka shrugged.

    “Well, why don’t you two follow Quincy and me to Tunku’s room? There is some unfinished business. Trust me, this is very important,” said John in a serious tone.

    The four of them went upstairs. John opened the door to Tunku’s bedroom and let them all in.

    Tunku was in bed, drinking a whiskey.

    “Tunku, old chap. How you doing?”, said John cheerfully. Quincy nodded quietly.

    “Well John, I am alive,” said Tunku raising the glass.

    “You never told me about any meeting, Tunku”, said Inna, in a mildly annoyed tone.

    “Sit down Inna, nothing to worry about. I wrote up my will. It concerns both you and Inka.”

    John and Quincy parked themselves on the sofa. Inka sat in a chair. Inna sat beside Tunku on the bed.

    “Let’s get down to brass tacks folks, we are all adults here”, said John in his all-American way.

    "Tunku here has written his will with the help of Quincy. It's all quite simple. This mansion goes to Inna. It's worth $3 million in the market now …..” a pause after which he continued “….. then there is Tunku’s comic book catalog. As you might know, the folks at Fantagraphics have purchased the digital rights to his whole catalog for $15 million. Online piracy has severely affected the catalog value of all writers. Tunku is no different. The proceeds from the digital rights sale will be divided between the two of you, Inna and Inka. That would work out to $7.5 million each. A tidy sum, in these terribly uncertain times. That's about it. Any questions?"

    All eyes were on Inna. Her face was expressionless. As much as he liked her stoic nature, her total lack of emotion in all situations annoyed Tunku at times.

    "Well, are all parties in agreement?", asked John in the tone of an auctioneer.

    Inna and Inka looked at each other. The three men looked at the two ladies.

    "I agree with the terms of the will", said Inna coldly, still staring at Inka.

    "I have no issues with the terms of the will," said Inka, not breaking her mutual stare with Inna.

    The two women continued to stare at each other for a few more moments. John Honai noticed that the stare was shorn of any notable animosity or ill will. It was like two noble and fair beings testing each other. He could never figure out these Swedes. He was from the South, where two sexual rivals in this situation would be tearing each other’s hair out and punching their eyes out on the carpet.

    Then Inna got up abruptly and gracefully walked out of the room. She did not storm out and in fact shut the door gently behind her.

    She went down to the gym in the basement, opened her locker and quickly changed into her workout attire. Tight black thongs and a round neck t shirt. She walked out of the house through the backdoor with a towel in hand.

    Nothing like some intense exercise to discharge some pent-up tension and anger. She lowered herself to the grassy dewy damp surface and began to work out like a woman possessed – Hindu push-ups, squats, lunges, burpees, sit-ups, mountain climbers, reverse crunches and jumping jacks. At the end of the sixth round, her body gleamed with sweat, bits of grass stuck onto her body. She was not done. This had just been a warmup. There was no wind and the clouds gathered, threatening rain. But it was quiet out here. Some of the serenity around her penetrated into her flustered mind and calmed her down a little.

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    Chapter 4

    As Inna stood there panting lightly, her hands on her hips and looking up at the clouds and watching the tranquil chestnut trees, the backdoor opened, and Inka stepped out. She had changed into workout thongs and a t-shirt. She looked ripped like a twenty-five-year-old woman. Inna was impressed by her muscularity. The two women checked each other out.

    “You have wrestled Charlene, haven’t you?”, Inka asked confidently as she walked towards Inna. She meant Charlene Rink, the famous topless wrestler at Muscleville and Utopia entertainment.

    “I have. Haven’t you also wrestled Charlene? Tunku told me that video with Charlene was where he first saw you”, said Inna coolly. She had actually watched the video many times with Tunku and been impressed by Inka’s skills.

    “That’s right. Charlene hasn’t been beaten too many times. I think the two of us are among the few who got the better of her,” said Inka.

    “Uh-huh”, said Inna. She had a vague idea where this was leading.

    *****

    Inka thought her rival looked sexy, drenched in sweat. She felt her heart beat a little. She had seen Inna in that video with Charlene Rink and had always wanted the two of them to wrestle. She knew Tunku had tried to arrange a match between them but the wise men who controlled the adult entertainment industry did not think it was a good idea.

    “You have really nice legs”, said Inka, really meaning it. Inna’s adductor brevis was endowed with the right amount of bulk and muscle. Inka did not know how they achieved it. Some people are blessed with amazing genes, thought Inka.

    “Yours are not so bad either.”, said Inna. Inka’s sartorius muscle was well worked out and prominent. Inna knew it wasn’t easy to achieve.

    “Are you annoyed by the fact that you have to share the proceeds from Tunku’s catalog with me?”, asked Inka.

    “Think nothing of it. There is enough for both of us. You were as much an inspiration for Tunku’s drawings as I was,” said Inna.

    “I thank you for acknowledging that”, said Inka. She was fast developing an admiration for this statuesque, fit and fair-minded woman. “Though I must say his work achieved a new level of excellence in the last few years, after he met you”, said Inka returning the compliment.

    Inna smiled at Inka, impressed by her rival’s decency. They had seized each other up and developed an understanding of each other’s psyche. Beautiful women in the fitness industry, often craved for men with advanced intellectual capabilities and extraordinary talents. It was no surprise that both of them had been attracted to Tunku. He was not an attractive man by any sense of the imagination. But his phenomenal drawing skills and authentic humor made him a favorite and a trophy boyfriend among many women. His famous drawings of muscular woman like herself and Inka made many fitness models send their nude photographs to Tunku, hoping that he would give them a call.

    “Want to do a partner workout with me?”, asked Inka, suddenly.

    “What do you have in mind?”

    “Well, since we are both wrestlers, how about a partner drill for some wrestling conditioning? I haven’t been active in a while. I could use some practice,” said Inka directly.

    “I haven’t been active in a while either. A partner drill sounds like a good idea.”

    Both women knew what was going on. They were elevating their rivalry in a respectable manner. A wrestling drill would be an opportunity to display their strength and even test each other. Only another Swede would understand what was happening between the two women.

    Inna wiped the sweat off her arms and forehead with her towel and faced Inka.

    “Should we take off our shoes. Your shoes might get wet and soggy,” said Inna.

    The women removed their shoes displaying their large giant and veiny feet to each other.

    “Let’s start off with a double leg-carry”, said Inka coolly.

    “Fine by me,” said Inna.

    Inka crouched down in front of Inna and lifted her up by the buttocks. Inna’s thongs and shirt were drenched with sweat, but Inka easily lifted her onto her shoulder. Inna placed her hand in the cleft of Inka’s armpit for balance. Her breasts rested in the upper arch of Inka’s back. It would be an understatement to say that the muscular 6’2 inch woman was heavy. After the briefest of pauses, Inka walked forward, carrying her rival on her shoulder. Inna counted Inka walking twenty steps after which she turned around and walked back to where they had started. Inka placed Inna back on the ground. Without so much as a break, Inna crouched down in front of Inka and lifted her up. She walked the same twenty steps that Inka did and then walked back and placed Inka back on the ground.

    The women were impressed with each other’s strength.

    “How about trying a fireman’s carry?”, Inna asked as she regained her breath.

    “Ok, let’s try that one”, said Inka.

    This time Inka crouched down, and Inna crouched over her. Inna’s taut breasts rested on Inka’s powerful shoulder as she was lifted. Inka hooked an arm across Inna’s muscular lower thigh and then she walked forward. She easily did twenty steps and walked back and easily placed Inna on the ground. Inna then lifted Inka and felt Inka’s muscle laden breasts press onto her shoulder. Though Inka was heavy, Inna completed the twenty steps back and forth.

    They were equally matched. This truth had dawned on both women as they looked feistily at each other.

    Inka didn’t want a rest.

    “Well, time for a reverse gut carry”, said Inka. The drills would only get tougher, both women knew that.

    Inna knelt in front of Inka and hooked an arm around her lower back. Inka hooked an arm around Inna’s abs and lifted her. For balance, Inna placed her hand lightly on Inka’s knee. Inka walked forward after a pause. She could feel Inna’s washboard abs as she carried her across the grass. This time she did the twenty steps forward and placed Inna down. She was too tired to carry her back to their starting point. She knelt in front of Inna even as she panted, not willing to give Inna a break. Inna hooked an arm around her stomach and lifted Inka up. Inka’s arm was wrapped around Inna’s lower back, her hand resting on Inna’s butt. Inna carried Inka to their starting point and lowered her onto the floor.

    Both women were panting now. Their chests heaved and they let out long breaths as they stood facing each other, hands on hips. Their large feet were covered with bits of grass and mud.

    “Dead man drag is next on the menu”, said Inna upping the challenge. Inka let out a sigh.

    Inna rested her buttocks on the ground, legs in front of her. Inka came from behind her and lifted her up. Inna rested her back on Inka’s taut breasts while Inka cupped her arms around Inna’s breasts for leverage. Inka walked backwards with Inna resting firmly on her chest, her hands covering Inna’s breasts. Inna felt a bit embarrassed with her rival’s hands over her breasts, literally groping them. Inka dragged Inna’s heavy body across the backyard, walking across grass and mud puddles, stretching her strength to the limit before dropping Inna onto the ground.

    But she swiftly placed herself on the grass, not willing to give Inna a break. Inka gasped when Inna lifted her up by placing her hands firmly on her breasts. Inna also let out a sigh as Inka rested her powerful back on her own breasts. Inna could smell Inka’s hair, a pleasant smell, as she dragged her rival’s heavy body, walking backwards for as long as she could. She panted heavily after placing Inka back on the floor. The two of them rested for a few seconds.

    “Time for a cradle carry,” said Inka, standing up. Inna got up from the ground and stood sideways in front of Inka. Inka hooked one arm around Inna’s lower back and the other around her legs. This one was the toughest especially since Inna was such a tall woman. Inka lifted Inna. The back of Inna’s powerful limbs felt good in her hands. Their breasts jousted sideways as Inka began to walk forward. After ten steps, Inka had to put Inna down. Inna sprang up and quickly lifted Inka in her hands. Once again, their breasts jousted sideways as Inna began to walk forward with Inka in her arms. Inka had begun to sweat a little, so Inna had a tough time maintaining her grip around her sweaty shirt. The women stared into each other’s sweaty faces as Inna walked forward for ten steps swiftly and dropped Inka onto the grass.

    Once again, they took a short break to gather their breaths. Both women were mesmerized by each other’s strength. Back in their wrestling days, they would have to use men for such an arduous partner workout. No woman could keep up with them. Now they had found their match.

    “You up for a wheelbarrow walk?”, asked Inna.

    “Do I have a choice?”, asked Inka.

    Inka lowered herself to the ground and assumed a plank pose. Inna knelt and picked up Inka by the ankles. Inka moved forward on the grass, her face inches away from the earth, using only her powerful arms, Inna following her, holding tightly onto her ankles. Inna was treated to a fine view of Inka’s shapely buttocks. Inka puffed and panted as she barely completed twenty-five steps, before lowering herself to the grass.

    Inna let go of her Inka’s ankles and quickly assumed the plank pose. She felt Inka stand up and lift her by the ankles. Moving forward with only her hands on the grass was tough but she kept going, determined to match the twenty-five steps completed by Inka. Inka was closely watching the contours of Inna’s buttocks, which she concluded was as chiseled as her own. Like Inka, Inna barely got to twenty-five steps when she collapsed on the floor, panting. Inka knelt beside her.

    Both women were sweating profusely now. Inna wiped her sweaty forehead with her towel and handed it to Inka, who took it without a moments hesitation and wiped her own face with it.

    “You think you could do a vertical tree climb with me?”, asked Inna. Their eyes locked in an understanding stare when Inna posed the question. The vertical tree climb was the most intimate of wrestling drills.

    Inna wrapped her hands around the top of her head and spread her legs in a standing squat pose. Inka came up behind and jumped onto Inna’s back. Inna gasped as the weight of her rival pressured her back. Inka clung on and shifted sideways across Inna’s body. She got a whiff of Inna’s armpit as she moved sideways, hooking an arm into Inna’s shoulder. Inna gasped at the pain and the intimacy of this particular wrestling drill. Things reached a head when their breasts came into contact as Inka kept moving across Inna’s body. Inka gave Inna’s breasts a good rubdown with her own as she moved across, doing her best to not let her legs touch the ground, maneuvering with her thighs which were locked around Inna’s waist. She moved twice across Inna’s body like that, before dropping onto the ground.

    Inka also let out a gasp as Inna climbed onto her back. All those leg days she had not missed at the gym would come in handy, handling Inna. Inna also gave Inka’s breasts a good rub with her own as she maneuvered around Inka’s body, their sweat drenched faces close together. She also completed two rounds of maneuvering across Inka’s body. Their sweaty t shirts were glued together as they disentangled, a bit reluctantly.

    Sexual arousal was writ large on the sweaty faces of both women.

    “You think you can handle my body in a horizontal tree climb?”, asked Inka.

    “I’m sure going to try,” Inna replied eagerly.

    Inna assumed a plank position on the grass, with her buttocks sticking up in the air. Inka slowly lowered herself onto Inna, placing her upper torso around Inna’s upper back and wrapping her groin and legs around Inna’s waist. Inna gasped as Inka began to work herself around her body. Their breasts jousted against each other again as Inka moved across Inna. Inna, enjoying the contact between their sweaty bodies, cemented her plank position, determined not to fall. An intimate moment occurred between the two women when Inka rested her face in Inna’s sweaty neck as she took the briefest of rests.

    Inka was equally determined when it was her turn to assume the plank pose. When Inna maneuvered herself around Inka’s body and they were face to face, a drop of sweat from Inka’s face fell onto Inna’s. A moment later, their groins rubbed and both women moaned from the pleasure. Inka determinedly held her plank position until Inna completed the maneuver across her body.

    Before Inna was able to climb off Inka, they collapsed onto the ground, with Inna’s legs wrapped around Inka’s waist. They gasped and panted as they lay locked together.

    “You are the strongest woman I’ve met in my life”, said Inka as she regained her breath. Their faces were inches apart.

    “I was just going to say that about you”, said Inna, in a dreamy voice.

    They lay locked together for a few moments before disentangling. There was a smell in the windless air. It was not just the smell of their sweats. The smell of sex hung in the humid air.

    “Let’s see if you can do human rolls with me”, said Inna, rubbing the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.

    “Let’s go then,” said Inka, in an excited voice.

    Inka lay on the ground and Inna, in a standing position placed Inna’s muddy feet on both sides of her head. She wanted to give the naked feet a good lick. She also got a good look at Inna’s sweat stained thongs. Inka gripped Inna’s ankles firmly. Then she raised her legs upwards towards Inna’s head so that Inna could grip her own ankles. Both women gripped each other’s ankles tightly.

    “You ready?”, asked Inka.

    “Yes”, said Inna and jumped.

    As Inna jumped forward, Inka came upto a standing position, both women maintaining firm grips on each other’s ankles. After three slow but awkward jumps, the women achieved a nice rhythm, understanding each other’s pace. Their faces passed close to each other’s sweat drenched thongs, every time they jumped.

    The human rolls continued across the grassy muddy backyard until they fell together in a sweaty heap, their bodies completely spent from the wrestling drills. They lay panting, their faces near each other’s feet, their bodies covered with mud and grass.

    Both were just about catching their breaths when a cacophonous bell rang from inside the mansion.

    Inna sprang up onto her feet.

    “What’s that sound?”, asked Inka, picking herself up.

    “Its Tunku ringing his alarm bell. It’s installed across the mansion; in case I am not in his room and he needs me urgently.”

    Inka also sprang upto her feet. The women ran together, side by side into the mansion. As they reached the stairs, Inna took Inka’s hand in hers. They clasped hands, sweaty palms locked tightly together, in solidarity as they ran towards Tunku’s room.
    They threw open the door as they barged in, holding hands. Tunku was relaxing in bed, as cozy as a cat.

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    Chapter 5

    "You girls look like you were rolling in the hay," said Tunku.

    Inna and Inka looked sheepishly at each other.

    "No harm in you two getting to know each other. I would only encourage that," said Tunku, happily.

    "Are you ok, Tunku?" asked Inna, walking towards the bed.

    "I am alright. I was getting ready for bed. Have you informed Inka about the arrangement?" asked Tunku.

    Inka looked quizzically towards Inna.

    "Oh, I had forgotten. Tunku wants you to share the bed with us. In fact, that is what I want too," said Inna. The women smiled at each other.

    "Inna got another bed attached to the double bed we already had so that the three of us could be together, Inka," said Tunku.

    "Very thoughtful of you, Inna," said Inka.

    Inna smiled in acknowledgement.

    "It’s getting late. You ladies left me alone for too long. Why don’t you climb into bed with me?"

    The women walked to either side of the bed. They exchanged a seductive glance before climbing in and laying down on either side of Tunku.

    Tunku melted in their heavenly body odors.

    "So did you ladies’ tangle?", he asked them.

    "We just got an extended introduction to each other," said Inna.

    "A test of strength," said Inka.

    "And? Were you impressed by each other?", asked Tunku.

    "I can safely say I have met my match in Inna," said Inka.

    "Inka is the strongest woman that I've met," said Inna.

    "Would you ladies mind stripping for me?"

    "Anything for you my dear Tunku", Inna and Inka said in unison.

    They got off the bed and walked to the front of the bed where Tunku could see them. Slowly the two sweating women took off their t shirts and then their thongs.

    Inna’s panties were a pale golden colored number. Inka’s were zebra striped. The ladies were prepared.

    They did a bodybuilder pose for Tunku in their panties, first showing off their powerful arms and then their legs.

    Tunku watched them, enthralled. Their gleaming bodies, standing side by side were the very definition of the sublime.

    "Would you ladies mind exchanging panties?", asked Tunku, gulping a little.

    Inna and Inka slowly turned towards each other and seductively took off their panties. They handed their panties over to each other in a ritualistic manner.

    Inka took a sniff of Inna’s golden panties, pressing it close towards her nose, almost rubbing her face with the sweat drenched piece of cloth. Inna matched the move, pressing the zebra striped piece of cloth that had been plastered across Inka’s crotch, to her nose. They stared at each other lasciviously, the odors of each other’s groins having escalated their encounter. Then they proceeded to ritualistically adorn their crotches with the other woman’s panties. Their panties fit each other’s groins perfectly.

    Tunku gulped again.

    "Would you like to sniff each other’s armpits?", asked Tunku almost pleading. He felt like he was directing a skin flick. He had always wanted to make one with Inna and Inka.

    "Well, if you're ok with it," said Inna to Inka.

    "I want to," said Inka.

    "Why don’t you ladies come over here and do it while hovering over me?", said Tunku the director.

    The women climbed back onto the bed and they knelt on either side of Tunku. Tunku could smell them both even as they lent towards each other and took a whiff of each other’s shaved armpits which were wet with sweat. Lucky is a man who could smell the mingling odors of two fit women, thought Tunku to himself.

    Tunku had a nice erection now and he placed his hands on the well worked out buttocks of his two girlfriends. Ahhh! There was nothing like feeling up hard and fleshy female buttocks. He had always been an *** man. Some great writer said that there were no atheists in a plane about to crash. Tunku, an avowed public atheist sent a prayer up to the gods as he groped these fine specimens of gluteus maximus.

    The women had stopped sniffing each other’s armpits and were now groping each other’s breasts which inevitably lead to a frantic embrace, their large arms rubbing their sweaty backs. A moment later their mouths locked in a torrid kiss. It was humbling to watch these Amazons surrender to each other’s amatory impulses.

    The kissing continued unabated, Tunku sensed a hint of competition in their kissing, as if sexual tension were being discharged. Then he felt Inna massaging his erection. Inka partly removed his shorts, and the two women rubbed their hands against his tumescence which was now prominent. His erection begged for attention and was not something either woman could ignore anymore.

    The women glared at each other as they rubbed Tunku’s engorged member. Inna had control over the upper portion including the orifice. Inka held on to the roots. Tunku could only moan helplessly as he twisted and turned on the bed, mad with pleasure.
    The shared member rubbing intensified and Tunku lay there, immobilized as waves of pleasure washed through his body. Then Inna let go of his member, laid down on her back and removed Inka’s panties from off her groin and jumped back up onto the bed.

    Inna moved swiftly like a cat, snatched Tunku’s member from her rival and mounted her man’s tumescence. Inka looked surprised at Inna’s sudden aggression. Tunku could only lay there and be pleasured as Inna began to move up and down his member. She had taken charge of the threesome. Inka was reduced to a mere spectator.

    It was unlike her, thought Tunku. Sexual jealousy eclipsed Swedish stoicism he thought for a moment as he happily rested on the bed and Inna pleasured his member. Inka was still caught unawares. A threesome is tough business. He was glad to be the center of attention and not the one who had to compete.

    Inka tore the panties off her crotch and raised a hand towards Inna. The two women entwined fingers as if in a mutual truce. Inna flashed a dominant stare at Inka because she had control over Tunku’s member. Tunku knew he was watching a sublime visual looking at those two large pair of hands, palms and fingers entwine with each other. He kept looking at the pair of entwined fingers until Inka raised her free hand towards him. He gladly entwined his fingers with hers.

    Inna was not to be left behind. She also raised her free hand towards him, and they interlocked fingers. He felt grateful to be able to entwine his fingers with the finest examples of the metacarpus. Both the women’s palms were sweaty and Tunku felt like he knew them intimately, feeling their sweaty palms against his. He felt strangely emotional. He felt like he would cry. These women were pushing him not just sexually, but also emotionally.

    Then Inka jumped atop his stomach, snatching her hand away from Tunku’s grip and pushed her buttocks into his face. She and Inna grabbed each other’s hands like two wrestlers. Tunku felt Inka pushing Inna. Inka’s punani hovered over his face and he raised his head and gave it his best lick. Inka let out a little cry. His pleasuring of her punani seemed to enervate her, for she pushed Inna with renewed passion and Inna was forced to vacate his member. Inka occupied his member like a conqueror. After a truce like start to the threesome, animalism had taken over.

    Inka worked his member over with a vengeance. As if she was taking revenge on Inna. Inna, fingers still locked with Inka had been dislodged off his member. Their primitive struggle resumed. But presently, Inka was the custodian of his member.
    Tunku sent another prayer to the gods as Inka rode him. Inna knelt awkwardly beside the cojoined sex organs of Tunku and Inka. He felt a bit sorry for Inna. But not a lot. It was hard to feel sorry, when you were so close to death and your member was getting ridden by a beautiful Swedish Amazon. Death brought you closer to your childhood and there was nothing you could do, except act like a child.

    Then he felt Inna fight back, but Inka resisted. He saw their beautiful fingers entwined and struggling. In the throes of sexual pleasure, their fingers seemed to be welded together. After a prodigious effort, Inna managed to dislodge Inka and she mounted Tunku’s member again. Tunku gasped, as Inka’s cavern enveloped his member. He felt like it was payback for all the sacrifices he had made. All the hours he had spent drawing. It was all paying off now. He was getting his member ridden by two women, at an age when most men would be watching CNN or Fox News, getting bitter, imbibing hatred, turning into a cruel person for no good reason.

    Then he felt Inka take custody of his member again. He didn’t know how they did it, he just felt his member slip from one wet Amazonic punani into another. He was too old to care. His member was being fought over and taken care of by two beautiful women. What more could a fifty-year-old man ask for. Some guys read Moby Dick in old age. A terrible book and a terrible predicament. He, Tunku, was getting his member ridden.

    Then he felt it. A pain in the chest. An unassailable pain. He felt it surge through his heart. The pain was alleviated even as Inna took custody of his member, but the pain came back. He felt like a giant was stamping on his chest. Tunku knew what it was. He let himself explode into Inna’s punani just as Inka took charge of his member again. In his last moments, he dispelled his semen into the punanis of both his women. Then the pain took over completely and Tunku slipped a coma as his body gave up on him.

    There was nothing he could do. When the Grim Reaper came, you could not slip him a whiskey and say, hey pal, come another day, or wait a while I am getting ridden by these two gorgeous babes, pal, can I atleast finish? Tunku felt himself going. It was all right. In his last moments, Tunku felt his member discharging his soul. There was nothing left. He looked at his women, they were still locked in their rivalry, oblivious to him slipping away. No, he did not see his whole life flash by as all those pompous literary fiction w*e*i*r*d*os said. What did they know? He just saw two sweaty amazons tangling as he departed.

    *****
    When they both felt Tunku o*r*g*a*s*m*ing, the women took turns collecting his semen in their punanis. They now turned their attention towards each other. They wrestled each other off the bed and fell onto the floor where they rolled around naked, trying to establish dominance over each other.

    Inna finally settled on top of Inka, rubbing her groin across Inka’s groin. Inna’s hands pinned Inka’s hands onto the carpet. Their punanis were sealed together by Tunku’s semen and their own juices. Wetness made sweet, easy and arousing contact with wetness. Their muscular bodies fitted together perfectly, almost becoming cemented to each other, the sweat acting as a glue, powerful shapely legs in a hopeless tangle, abs and breasts soldered together, lips opening and tongues locking in severe kisses.
    As the grim reaper took their man, the women worked each other’s punanis to a tremendous o*r*g*a*s*m*. Sex and death. Those were the only truths in the world. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.

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    Chapter 6

    It was not easy for Inna and Inka after Tunku’s unusual death. His fans turned on them. Wild speculations and conspiracy theories arose on the internet about how the two evil white women had collaborated to murder the helpless Indian artist, with the weak heart, to steal his millions. Wilder conspiracy theories said that Tunku had been ritually sacrificed to the Swedish sex demon Fenrir. Inspired by Tunku’s strange death, American film director Jordan Peele made a horror sequel to Get Out, in which Hari Kondabolu played an aging Indian cartoonist seduced by two Swedish women. The film was flopped and ended both their careers.

    The trauma and public humiliation only made Inna and Inka closer to each other. They made sure to stay off the internet and never directly responded to the rumors about their role in Tunku’s death. They explained what happened to the female chief of police in Pine Bluff, who bought it.

    But rumors and allegations propagated by hardcore Tunku Maniyanpilai fans on the internet made their life tense. The women lived like hermits inside the mansion, hardly ever stepping out. Finally, the rumours did die down, but not before burning like a large unstoppable fire.

    Three weeks after Tunku’s death, they both discovered that they were pregnant. Tunku Maniyanpillai had buried his seed in them, moments before his death. The women became closer to each other like no other wife couple could. Who would have thought it? Rivals turned to each other for comfort, both emotional and sexual.

    As matters and personalities more important than them caught the attention of the American and Indian media, the two of them were finally left alone. Not that it was easy to track them down. The media did try. But their cooperation thwarted any kamikaze attempt by the media to catch them. Inna and Inka nursed each other throughout their mutual pregnancy. Such was the intimate connection that had formed between them, that they gave birth on the same day, at the same time. In the delivery room, Inna and Inka lay side by side and their fingers were tightly entwined in mutual support as they pumped out two female babies.
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    That was...... different.

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    Wow....just one word....wow....this is the most amazing story I read in recent years....keep it up...I just loved this story....

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    Quote Originally Posted by Rockingrajesh View Post
    Wow....just one word....wow....this is the most amazing story I read in recent years....keep it up...I just loved this story....

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    Cheers Rajesh! I thought nobody liked it due to the lack of likes and replies. Atleast one person did. Cheers once again.

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    I really really loved the way how both characters are equal match in terms of physical traits and mentally, also you kept the rivalry to a softer level and the way they respected each other and the lesbian angle which was "suggestive" while keeping the rivalry intact, keeping the hardcore hatred aside and when in the end the rivals become lovers...can't wait for your next story....

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    HI Kama! I really liked this story, especially your writing. Again, for me, not enough actual sex between the women (or depiction thereof) but the setup is excellent and the desciption of their physical contest is very good.

    I hope you write more. Your writing style is excellent.

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    Quote Originally Posted by JB57 View Post
    HI Kama! I really liked this story, especially your writing. Again, for me, not enough actual sex between the women (or depiction thereof) but the setup is excellent and the desciption of their physical contest is very good.

    I hope you write more. Your writing style is excellent.

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    Cheers JB. The truth is that I find writing sex scenes boring. I'll need to work on that aspect.

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    HI Kama,

    Yes, I think that is evident and you are not necessarily wrong. As I've written before, it is the context of a story that really makes it exciting and interesting and you certainly have that here. In some ways, your story reminded me of Catharsis' Homewrecker (a story that I seem to always reference as a masterpiece of the genre) in that it is mostly focused on the physical contest between the women and only briefly on the sexual aspect. But "Homewrecker" has an element of eroticism spiced by a powerful sexual antagonism that underpins the whole story, to the point where the sexual battle, when it happens, is clearly the culmination of the entire piece. That is not a dynamic at work in your story, where the physical contest gets a lot of attention but the erotic payoff is fairly minimal.

    Getting beyond the boring aspect of writing sex scenes is hard. In my stories, as I've written before, I let the scenes play out in my mind and describe what I see there. But, again, the context is what makes it exciting and interesting and if the situation has not led to the point that the sexual aspect is the necessary payoff then it won't work.

    Anyway, I do hope to see more of your work.

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    I'd have said his story had more in line with the Au Natural series since that was almost entirely focused on the sex with the combative edge being almost an afterthought.

    If I had to compare Homewrecker to a more up to date series it would be Titfights Academy, Best friend's sister or Hatred. Though less on the latter since Gradius skips the sex aspect while keeping the eroticism on the downlow.

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    HI Kama,

    Yes, I think that is evident and you are not necessarily wrong. As I've written before, it is the context of a story that really makes it exciting and interesting and you certainly have that here. In some ways, your story reminded me of Catharsis' Homewrecker (a story that I seem to always reference as a masterpiece of the genre) in that it is mostly focused on the physical contest between the women and only briefly on the sexual aspect. But "Homewrecker" has an element of eroticism spiced by a powerful sexual antagonism that underpins the whole story, to the point where the sexual battle, when it happens, is clearly the culmination of the entire piece. That is not a dynamic at work in your story, where the physical contest gets a lot of attention but the erotic payoff is fairly minimal.

    Getting beyond the boring aspect of writing sex scenes is hard. In my stories, as I've written before, I let the scenes play out in my mind and describe what I see there. But, again, the context is what makes it exciting and interesting and if the situation has not led to the point that the sexual aspect is the necessary payoff then it won't work.

    Anyway, I do hope to see more of your work.

    JB
    Very thoughtful critique, JB. I am just reading "The Library Gala" for the first time and I like how the author makes every scene pregnant with sex. That is something I should learn. Anyway, your criticism is valuable.

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