No Longer a Dream - Part 3

[moanalo]

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No Longer a Dream - Part 3
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This wasn’t about winning, but about about inflicting damage, and hurting
one another until one of us quits. Winning was a vague thing now. This was
about domination. Little to no skill was taking place.

For a while, we seemed to be quite evenly matched and it felt like
anybody’s fight. We kept rolling over and over, each of us getting on top,
my rival one moment, and then finding Tiffany underneath me the very next,
and then the situation would reverse. Eventually, though – I started
gaining the upper hand. I knew I would, I had the strength and skills. This
was all about grinding each other down, until one of us felt it. Until she
felt it - knew it - admitted it - that my rival was truly beaten.

But lets not get ahead of ourselves. I remember a moment during our first
fight when I felt I was winning, and then everything went wrong.

Slowly but surely, I felt like I was controlling things, asserting myself,
driving forward relentlessly, overwhelming Tiffany. We had become more
attuned to each other’s tactics. I was now blocking all of Tiffany’s
attempts at fighting dirty, capably defending my most vulnerable parts –
eyes, throat, breasts and crotch. Although, my own underhanded tactics were
thwarted just as decisively by Tiffany. She was starting to fight more
efficiently, that impressed me. So I began calculating all my efforts
carefully and therefore not expending as much energy. This was not easy –
my lovely opponent fought like a tigress every inch of the way, writhing,
snarling, biting, slapping, kicking and scratching – but eventually I
started to gain control of my foe.

I was now spending a lot more time on top and it was becoming increasingly
difficult for Tiffany to roll me over.

Tiffany suddenly bridged like her life depended on it, she must have used a
lot of energy as our naked sweaty bodies rolled. Our arms and legs tangled
and no attempt at untangling was made as we were too busy conducting a
lively trade in slaps, lying on our sides, using one hand to pull hair and
the other to slap. The slipperiness of our bodies made doing anything a
serious challenge. Expending a lot of energy this far into the fight was
not good for either one of us. But, the trade in attacks was hardly fair,
though, with me outscoring my rival two to one, landing two slaps for each
one I received from the fading Tiffany.

It was now quite obvious to me that, unless something changed drastically
and soon, this fight would end with me as the clear winner. Hope lifted my
spirits and a renewed feeling of energy began to build inside of me. It
would be an ending that Tiffany would not like one little bit. And I
inwardly loved that idea and feeling. I rolled the panting girl on her back
again and quickly straddled my opponent and grasped her wrists to pin
Tiffany’s arms with my knees.

Tiffany wrenched my arms violently, the slippery sweat eventually freeing
them. She then reached up, to claw at my face and breasts. I reacted
instinctively and moved jerking my head back to get my face out of harm’s
way. At that same moment Tiffany threw up her legs, crossed her ankles
right in front of my face and pushed. Already somewhat off-balance, I could
not counteract in time and toppled over. Looking to buy time to recover,
Tiffany rolled over onto her stomach and pushing herself up on her hands
and knees, she tried to scramble away. By doing this, however, she offered
her unprotected back to me.

Immediately I rose up and was upon my foe in a flash. Jumping onto
Tiffany’s back, I forced her face-first to the blanket, at the same time
wrapping my arms around the girl’s naked, glistening torso in a bear hug
from behind. Gasping in the tight embrace, Tiffany struggled to free
herself, but was unable to do so; I am a strong girl and was having no
trouble staying on top, using all of my weight to keep Tiffany flattened to
the ground. For the next few moments I had the better position, the bear
hug was causing discomfort for Tiffany. And that was my intention.

The whole point of this fight was to grind one another down into
submission. One of us would walk away from this beach the victor, the other
face down the loser. No skill. Just all out basic cat fighting.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” I panted, constantly shifting, trying to set myself up.
Again and again I endeavored to free my arms and apply a rear-naked choke
hold on my rival, but remained unsuccessful. I really wasn’t going for a
full choke, just enough to make her suffer. Not quite knowing what else I
could do to hurt my foe, I now bit Tiffany’s neck. She screamed, but did
not break and, spurred on by the pain, continued to struggle.
“Had enough?” I growled.
“Fuck you!” Tiffany replied, while wriggling around in futile attempts to
get away.

My arms still wrapped around the Tiffany’s torso, and she continued to try
and buck me off. Her hips rhythmically, pushing up, her ass grinding
against my hips. My own humping taking place, to control her body was
creating a kind of friction. And then a feeling I wasn’t prepared for. We
lay together, panting and grunting as her struggling died down a little,
but she still squirmed under me.

“You like that, huh? You like it, admit it, you fucking slut. This is what
you wanted all along? Me to hump you like this?” The taunting words coming
from my mouth didn’t not sound like me at all. But I enjoyed saying them.
And I found myself getting aroused by saying them, so who was the one
really enjoying this?

However, my taunts did not yield the results I hoped for;
“You’re the whore loving every minute of this you dyke.” She seethed and
seemed to find new life in her struggles. I was hoping she would become
frustrated and thrash wildly, expending more energy. Instead, she
consolidated her efforts and smartly used our slippery bodies to her
advantage.

And then I felt it...it had been building for awhile. Smooth, sweat-covered
skin rubbing against smooth, sweat-covered skin. My body, and more
specifically, my crotch is soaking wet with my juices and if this
continued...I was shocked to realize I might have an orgasm! That is what
cost me the first fight!

That would be the most demeaning thing that could ever happen to me. For
her to drive me to another orgasm first.
Did she know what she was doing?
Her tight, firm ass kept thrusting back against my crotch. It seemed all a
natural part of our struggle at first...but now I doubted it.

I suddenly wanted to break free from this girl and collect my self,
emotionally and sexually.

Tiffany reached back with her left hand and tried to grab my long, sweat
soaked hair, she yanked hard and I screamed. Surprisingly, she let go of my
hair and slid her hand along my hips. Now instead of escaping, I sensed
opportunity!

Once she moved that left arm, I instantly tried to wrap my left arm around
my opponent’s throat, thinking that I really had Tiffany now. But instead
of completing my choke hold, I let out a gasping cry and my whole body
jerked spasmodically backwards. Tiffany had jammed her hand between our
bodies and found my crotch, her fingers squeezing my pussy! I was now in
total fear that she would soon be raking the delicate pink flesh with her
sharp claws. Or an orgasm! Well, whatever she had in mind, I needed to get
away.

“You dirty bitch!” I cried. Pushing and rolling away from her. Putting some
distance between us.

Tiffany instantly spun around. A nasty snarling smile that chilled my
heart. I managed to quickly get to my feet. Tiffany cautiously approached
me, but showed no fear.

I wasn't sure that I wanted to get into some kind of 'sex fight' with this
girl again, although my pussy was aching for release. All of her derogatory
remarks about me being gay aside, I sensed that Tiffany would love to
fuck-fight me and prove she could make me submit, yet again.

However, there was one major problem. My own female pride refused to
believe this girl could use her pussy better then I could. Anyway, my
tactical recalculations cost me. Tiffany sensed my distraction and was on
top of me, unleashing a barrage of punches to my face, belly and breasts,
which forced me to groan and back away. We traded a few blows, me mostly
defensive, grunting and cursing until I suddenly tackled Tiffany and took
her down to the large blanket that has been our battle ground for what felt
like the better part of an hour.

We began rolling around, slapping and pulling hair. Unlike the previous
time we had engaged in close combat, I was finding it difficult to gain the
upper hand and, if anything, appeared to be at a disadvantage! How had she
turned the tables on me? Tiffany suddenly felt as strong and determined as
ever before. This absolutely infuriated me, a strong sense of humiliation
washed over me at engaging in this degrading fight.

If she was having a second-wind I was in serious trouble.

Tiffany began fighting like a she-devil, the sexy brunette took everything
I threw at her and kept coming back for more, putting me on the defensive.
The thought that I can’t defeat the girl in an all out cat-fight had my
blood boiling. The fact that I was now doubting myself...made me enraged.

Yep, I was in trouble.

Trying to regain some momentum, I latched onto Tiffany’s left breast and
digging my fingernails deep into it, while grasping Tiffany’s hair with my
free hand and shaking her head back and forth. Tiffany responded by
grabbing my right breast with her left hand, pulling and twisting it
viciously. We both squealed in pain, but Tiffany was not done. She reached
down with her right hand and sank her fingers into the my crotch. Again, my
crotch! I moaned even louder and tried desperately to pull away from my
tormentor, but that only presented Tiffany with the opportunity to trap me
in a body scissors. My relief that she let go of my breast and crotch was
short lived. I gasped as Tiffany’s sculpted, powerful legs encircled my
midsection and began to crush me, forcing the air out of my lungs. Groaning
and squirming, I tried to pry the her legs open with my hands, but the
slippery sweat made it feel like a waste of time; the constricting thighs
were simply too strong and continued to squeeze me mercilessly. I was
feeling the fatigue now, and my muscular torso had lost much of its
resilience. Feeling that my ribs might crack at any moment, I scratched
furiously at Tiffany’s thighs, but Tiffany just growled and refused to
release her hold.

"You're mine bitch!" Tiffany growled in a tone that made her sound like
some demon and her sweat lathered body flexed, making me scream.

Bucking, my face red from the strain, I bared my teeth in a grimace of both
pain and hatred and flexed my abdominal muscles, but making little progress
towards freedom. I decided to ‘go low’ and drove my fingers into Tiffany’s
crotch. I was shocked at how wet and slippery her pussy was, my fingers
easily slipped inside of her. It wasn’t lost on me that my own pussy was
just as lubricated as my rivals’. I had so many words I wanted to say to
her now, but it was difficult to speak when your body is locked in a vice
grip.

Tiffany’s head rolled back and she groaned at my invading fingers, her legs
slackened and I tried to roll away. My escape was clumsy and awkward,
Tiffany was on my back, quickly grabbing my hair, pulling me back down.
There was a fleeting moment, where I began to feel weak and tired, as if
the tide had turned against me, and I whimpered out a frustrated;
“Let go of me.”

I now sounded defeated. Tiffany heard my admission, and growled with surge
of energy and I caught a smirking look of triumph on her face.
"I'm the better woman bitch!" She hissed.

We rolled around for a few seconds, with me mostly on the defensive not yet
in full panic mode, but close. We came to rest with me lying on my back
underneath my opponent. Tiffany’s chest crushing, abasing mine as we
paused, taking in deep breaths. My breasts and nipples ached under her firm
mounds. Our mouths right at each other’s ears. This was a desperate moment,
and I felt both of us were capable of still doing much more damage to the
other. That scared me. For the first time I was truly scared of this girl.

She lifted her head and I felt the sting of sweat dripping off her face and
into my eyes. We had nothing but a look of hatred for each other. From head
to toe we laid there, me under her. Her slick, shaved mound pressing right
against mine, feeling her sex against mine brought back familiar memories
of that first night on the beach. She gave a sharp thrust of her crotch,
mashing her vulva right against mine and I gasped, and then she struck. Her
mouth covered mine and her tongue invaded my mouth at the same time her
clit invaded my pussy. As my tongue was fighting her invading tongue, my
clit fought her invading clit. I felt the suction start as she tried to
pull my tongue from my mouth while her clit dragged along mine, making my
whole body shudder.

Oh God! What is this bitch is doing to me!?
Not again! I can't lose like this!

Using that fear as motivation, I violently bridged, rolling and trying to
push her off me. It felt like it took all of my strength and let out a
long, loud groan. Breaking off the kiss and our cunt-to-cunt fight.

Thankfully it worked. It sounded like a loud wet popping noise as our two
heated bodies broke apart.

[Austin315]

Absolutely loving this saga. Countless times have I thought this 2nd epic struggle was over and they just keep going at it. Amazing stuff!