Kingofdapirates-Book Stalkers

Book Stalkers Part 1

Part 1


Maggie Reynolds was having a semi-okay day, not the worst, not the best. She had just gotten home from a long day of work at the local town library where she had been re-organizing every section by alphabetical order. She dropped her book bag on the floor of her small house with a sigh, then walked towards the living room, passing by the years of photos that were hung on the wall. Mostly the images were of her and her girlfriend, a trip to Rio, two European holidays, and Maggie’s graduation with her masters, among them. Mostly the photos were just them two, but now and again a few other people popped up here and there. She and Amber had been together for eight years, eight amazing but also challenging years. As a couple, they had ups, and downs, made friends, lost friends, and had been in several very intense personal rivalries. It was almost strange to look back at the beginning of their relationship and what had started it, but things on that front had calmed down quite a lot recently.

After meeting and living in the city for years, Amber and she had moved away after Maggie had been offered to run her own library in a town far away. It had been a tough choice, but things in her life had been changing already so they decided to make the leap. The change was…tough to say the least, but after a while, Maggie had made some new friends and worked endlessly to keep her old ones as well…yet something was missing. And that little thing was Maggie hadn’t made any rivalries in this new town. Maybe it was good, she admitted to herself. Amber no longer cared to do it with anyone besides herself, and that seemed like a good enough reason than any to stop actively seeking an encounter or fight.

But for Maggie, the itch was still there, that wild competitive side of her that she had always lived in her was impossible to put out. Her 20s had been wild, and she often missed the challenge and excitement that each day brought. It was impossible to forget that her competitive side had been the reason she and Amber had ‘gotten together’ in the first place. Honestly, at one point a few years ago, Maggie felt like she was having competitive sex at least once a week, and usually with someone outside of Amber! But she hadn’t fought anyone new in a long time…or anyone at all for that matter, except for Amber when her lover was in an aggressive mood. And when her girlfriend was away, the urge would come back to Maggie tenfold.

Even when Amber said it was fine, Maggie did not have inside her to pick a fight and hope that it would turn sexual with just anyone. All of her old rivalries were living their own lives, and it was a struggle to meet up…just for sex. It also felt like there was nothing that could provoke her enough to start something like that again, or maybe she just wasn’t looking as hard, or didn’t come as naturally to her anymore. Maybe all of them. But today was one of those days where the desire was burning in her stomach, and Maggie had been trying to find something to distract herself. Yoga helped, tea helped, but nothing really hit the spot with Amber gone. So, Maggie jumped on her email and kept working just to kill time and her libido. Spam, spam, need to reply to that, spam and…oh! An email had been sent to her directly from a bookstore in a nearby town.

‘Hello Maggie,

Hope you are well! We are having a big sale tomorrow and have some classics we think you might want for your library. Hope to see you. P.S. Sorry for the late notice, I’m still behind on this whole email thing!’ – Signed Barry Smith

A book sale! If there was one thing that could excite Maggie outside of sex, it was that. It was an hour's drive away, but that didn’t matter, she didn’t have anything else to do tomorrow. Books had always been her first love and she quickly made a list of the volumes she was looking for so she could bring them up to the owner tomorrow. Then she texted Amber and got ready for bed with just enough distraction.

Maggie arrived at the far bookstore the next day and nearly skipped into the small busy shop. It was nice to see it so full. She waved to the older owners who gave her a big smile but looked too busy for a conversation. That was fine, more time to search on her own which was part of the fun. The endless rows of books made her feel at home as she ran her hands down the spines as she walked around like a kid in a candy store. She always dressed a bit modestly when she went book shopping, today in a slightly thick red sweater, some loose blue jeans, and cute purple trainers. Her now long slightly curly red hair was up in a bun, and she wore her circular big brown glasses with small silver earrings. Her freckles were prominent on her nose and cheeks, and her eyes an emerald green. Even with the summer ending, she was not able to hold a tan no matter how much Amber brought her out to lay in the sun, but the summer had made her maybe a tinge darker she thought proudly.

When she had been getting dressed this morning, Maggie found her closet still split in two. One side was what she wore at work, with Amber on dates, her normal clothes for weekend trips, and so on. The other side…well it was pretty much outrageous outfits including way too small bikinis, wild lingerie, and some outfits that Maggie sometimes couldn’t believe she had ever worn. She hadn’t dressed in anything from that side in a while but sometimes would paw through it or put something on to make sure it still fit just for the erotic memories. It was one of the reasons she stayed in shape, she couldn’t bear to throw any of those outfits away.

As she perused the bookstore, a dark green cover lying alone on a far table caught her eye and Maggie almost let out a gasp of surprise. It was unmistakable! It was the first edition of a classic she had been searching for forever, and there it was sitting on a table wide in the open! With her focus on the book and only the book, Maggie moved as quickly as one could in the small crowd towards it, reaching the table a few big steps later. But just as her hand touched the leather, another hand was on the book from the other side of the table. The two sets of fingers seemingly touched the tome at the exact same time an inch or two apart. Maggie looked up in surprise and found herself facing someone she had never met, but a weird sense of familiarity washed over her instantly. It was a woman, her height, and had an equal look of shock in honey brown eyes behind a pair of square black glasses. She had auburn brown hair that was up in a very messy bun and her face was pretty in a cute way, less stunning like Amber and more sweet…like herself. Her skin was peppered with some freckles, though the tone of her skin was slightly tanner than Maggie’s but not by more than two shades at most, with light pink lips and soft features. Maggie felt like she was looking into a bit of a mirror, and the woman in front of her was looking at her with a similar stare.

“Sorry, I was just about to pick this up.” The woman spoke in a quick slightly high-pitched voice that came off almost nervous at this suddenly awkward situation.

“Ahh, well so was I,” Maggie responded as she looked down at the first edition and up again at the other woman across from her. The stare-off continued for a few seconds before both women let out an uncomfortable fake laugh but neither’s hands removed themselves from the top of the hardback. Maggie’s green eyes scanned down again at this new woman; she was wearing a dark purple turtleneck sweater and had tight jeans on, but they were black, unlike Maggie’s classic blue.

“Umm, okay, well I’m a regular here and was just asking the owner about this edition.” The woman spoke again, the nerves gone, and she slightly pulled the book an inch closer to herself. Maggie felt like the woman was lying, and she felt that gave her permission to stretch the truth too. “Oh, I am too, and had just been pointed in this direction by the owner,” Maggie responded and slid the book back towards herself. This time neither laughed as they stood up a bit straighter, looking eye to eye.

“Let go.” The other woman spoke again, the voice was still chipper but was solidly firmer in a tone that came off as a near order.

“You let go.” Maggie snapped with a sight hiss as she strained her fingers and forearm to lock the book down in what was becoming a tiny physical struggle between them. Maggie glanced around the shop, but nobody had noticed the little showdown happening thus far, but the room was too small for it to go unseen for long.

“We can be adult about this.” Maggie then added with a cheery smile instead of hissing this time, trying to diffuse the situation…though she didn’t remove her hand.

“I agree, we aren’t animals.” The woman replied with a sincere smile of her own, but she too did not let her grip lessen. The two girls both beamed pleasantly with a chuckle but still neither backed down and Maggie noticed the owner of the store was now glancing at them with a confused tilt of his head. If one of them didn’t back off soon, it may cause a scene and then neither of them would get the book. The normal Maggie would have let go a minute ago, apologized to the woman for being a nuisance, and then just been mad at herself over the next day for letting someone walk over her. But the other side of herself was screaming to be let out and wasn’t about to let this woman take what Maggie herself wanted, and she listened to that side because it felt far more natural too. The problem was it seemed that the woman across from her was having a similar argument in her head as the awkwardness of the situation grew and the grips on the tome tightened.

“So, what do we do? Because I’m sure I got here first.” Maggie asked giving the girl a knowing glare of her own with her green eyes. If they asked the owner, the decision would be taken out of their hands, which didn’t seem like a great option. Maggie didn’t know the owner that well, but the woman must not have either because she didn’t yell out to him confirming Maggie’s earlier suspicion.

Of course, there was one way to settle this that came ringing into Maggie’s head, but she shook the thought away. Not every issue should be settled by competitive sex, yet for some reason she couldn’t explain, Maggie had an impulse to challenge this girl to that exact thing. Was it just her going crazy from missing that type of competition and wanting to fight this woman over something they both really wanted? Or was there something about this specific woman that was sending signs…signs that maybe she couldn’t pick up consciously, but her body was reacting to. She had felt this way before with other women, but this growing impulse was the strongest in a long time. So long that Maggie might have forgotten exactly how to handle this feeling now that was in her face.

“No, I got here first!”, The woman snapped back then she switched tones, “Ok, umm I’ll give you money if you let go and give me the book.” She added raising an eyebrow at Maggie.

“No, I want the book, not money.” Maggie replied irritably, then thought before saying, “Flip a coin?” Yet the girl across from her looked disappointed at the suggestion.

“So, leave it to luck? I don’t want to do that.” She replied.

Maggie was about to push the idea but stopped and responded, “Yeah, no, I don’t want to leave it to luck either.” They went quiet, racking their brains as they held in this standoff.

“Your turn to make a suggestion,” Maggie noted and the other girl had a quick smirk come to her mouth before it vanished again. Then she looked at Maggie with a far more desperate expression. “Listen, I’ll do anything for this book…ANYTHING.” The girl repeated and Maggie tilted her head in surprise.

“Anything?” Maggie asked, her tone questioning enough that it seemingly gave the wrong idea to the woman. Because in Maggie’s head, the word sexfight was pulsing, which was ridiculous, yet the other woman nodded like she could read Maggie’s dirty thoughts.

“Yeah…anything…like…” The woman looked side to side and then brought her face closer and whispered. “I’ll even…have sex with you.”

The tiny pulse in the redhead’s brain exploded at the words but she shook her head angrily without thought. “If I wanted to have sex, I would have sex with my girlfriend!” Maggie snapped back feeling weirdly insulted, “You think I need to pay for sex?” She added, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

The brunette shook her head violently, “No! I didn’t mean it like that…I’m just really, really good at it, and like, I promise it’s a good deal. I just really want this book, and I just kinda knew you would be…into that. I guess. I’m so sorry I’m rambling, forget it.” The girl stuttered while Maggie was very annoyed but also a little curious…maybe she was sending the signs too.

“Well, I’m probably better at sex than you anyway, so no deal.” Maggie retorted before she could stop herself. The other girl’s desperate expression suddenly turned confused and equally annoyed before Maggie got her apology out. “Sorry, that was rude.”

“No. It’s fine, I’m the one who brought it up.” The woman said, but her tone did not sound fine. Then the girl’s eyebrows furrowed and then deflated yet her face went stern. “I’m not letting go.”

“Neither am I,” Maggie responded firmly but now she felt like her crazy idea was no longer that crazy. The woman had offered her sex for a book…the other woman had been the one to cross that line, and it felt like it was Maggie’s turn to push the boundary or back off.

They stood there for another minute, a really really long minute as they avoided continuous eye contact but also kept glancing up at each other. What if they started to fight right on this table for it? Who would win? Because now there did not seem to be another option available. Another minute, almost two now, and people were noticing making both women feel uncomfortable. Maggie had to do something, and yet, outside of them bidding on it with money, or them catfighting in public it, there didn’t seem like a good solution.

Except for THAT solution. One Maggie had told herself not to say, but…again, this woman had offered to have sex for a book! She was clearly not a prude or straight…and who knows, maybe the idea would scare the woman enough to make her back off. There was no point not trying Maggie affirmed and the animalistic side of her cheered at the dirty decision.

“Well since you brought up having sex for the book because you are “really good” at it, but I know that I’m even better at sex…how about a contest… whoever makes the other cum first, gets the book. Simple.” Maggie whispered trying to make sure no one around could hear the dirty challenge she had just offered to this stranger. Her instinct told her this woman would agree, and sometimes you just had to trust your instinct. Maggie had enough experience to know that when it came to this game.

The look on the other girl’s face shifted to surprise, but not disgust, Maggie noted. She watched as the woman glanced around like she was checking for someone before meeting Maggie’s gaze and her eyes flashed with a sudden deep hunger, a persona behind the mask…just like Maggie. The two glasses-wearing, seemingly bookwormmy women now looked at each other with a knowing stare and a heated sexual gaze that seemed to coat their aggression. A secret they unknowingly shared was now in the open. Maggie suddenly felt her fingers touched by the other hand on the book, an electric shock between the two tips of nails. “You want to have a sex contest against me for this book?” The woman whispered back confirming what she had just heard, and Maggie felt a wave of both nervousness and desire. It had been a long time since she had felt this dangerous thrill, but her confidence was high, and she nodded. “That’s what I said, but if you don’t think you could compete, I understand.” Maggie taunted back.

Now they were both smiling but with a far different meaning than before. “I’ll just warn you though, I might look a little geeky, but…I guarantee my body is the best you have ever seen, and I love sex.” The woman teased, leaning up and pushing her sweater-covered tits forward slightly.

Maggie chuckled at how fast the two of them had cast aside their nerves and now sounded like two strippers ready to tussle for a pole., “Well, trust me. You aren’t the only one who can hide her very sensual body.” She replied using her free hand to run down her side away from the crowd. “And I promise you, I have the hottest body in this little shop, by far.” Maggie teased and the taunt seemed to only excite her rival more. During the exchange they had leaned far closer to each other’s faces, their lips now tantalizingly close to brushing. They looked like they were about to kiss or maybe bite, likely both options if given the chance. The sudden explosion of sexual tension was almost palpable in their stares, and in fact, they no longer cared if they attracted attention. They wanted this contest and the book almost seemed forgotten between them.

“Well, then I accept your challenge.” The woman whispered hungrily. “Let’s go to the restroom and figure out this little disagreement.” The brown-haired woman offered glancing towards the back of the shop. This was moving fast, and Maggie felt another spike of excitement and craving of her own. Her green eyes followed the stare and knew there was no going back, “Gladly.” She replied and together they lifted the book and put it in a spot no one else could find it.

Then, they walked side by side, hips swaying with a bit more authority toward one of the two small bathrooms in the back of the store. The spaces were incredibly tiny with just a toilet in the back and a single sink next to it in a thin rectangular room. Very little capacity to do much but stand face to face and even then, it would be impossible for the two stacked women to separate entirely even with their backs on the walls. That was more than fine for Maggie, but it did limit how they could fight. “After you.” Maggie offered still in a slight state of shock for how fast this had gone, and the woman gave her a little shrug before taking a step in. Maggie glanced around to make sure no one was watching before following and shutting the door behind her, sealing them in the tight space. It looked small from the outside, but now in, it felt even tighter with the two girls stuffed inside. The brunette woman turned halfway and placed her back to the right wall in the space between the sink and toilet, and Maggie had to shuffle and squeeze herself to put her back on the left side, directly in front of her new opponent.

Instantly the battle had started because of their tits brushing. Maggie could feel the woman’s bra behind her thick sweater and could tell that this woman was packing a lot on top as they adjusted. “It’s tight.” The woman grumbled, her big tits pressing Maggie’s who held her firmly and pushed back all the same.

“Yeah, and we can’t make too much noise.” Maggie huffed, glancing at the thin door which had a bunch of people just outside.

“True. So, rules, let’s say hands only, so we can keep this as clean and quiet as it could be.” The woman said giving Maggie a knowing look. The redhead nodded, “Sure. That’s fine with me. Also, let’s make it easy; unzip your jeans and I’ll unzip mine. No pulling each other’s hands out, just a straight race with free access.”

The woman gave Maggie an equal nod in agreement as the terms were settled but waited for the paler girl to go first. Maggie rolled her green eyes as she reached down and unzipped her loose blue jeans; then she shifted the pair down just a bit offering access to her skimpy lace dark blue G-string. The woman duplicated the move, her black jeans undone and eased down, offering up enough room for Maggie’s hand to enter. Not wasting any time, Maggie shifted her right hand and slid it down the open zipper, where she found the top of her rival’s silky and what seemed equally as skimpy underwear. ‘Of course.’ Maggie thought this bitch would be in a tiny little thong too, all the signs had been right. Digging deeper, her hand found a small patch of trimmed pubic hair, a style Maggie was also dawning. The urge to pull it, run her nails through it was overwhelming, but she couldn’t waste the time because the woman’s soft hand had also glided into her silk blue thong and was just above her pussy after tracing the small patch of red pubic hair above Maggie’s sex. Then, their hands cupped the prizes and there was a short lull as they waited.

“Whoever makes the other cum first, gets the book.” Maggie breathed hungrily, a thrill in her stomach as the other bitch bit her pink lips. It seemed they both wanted this, maybe even needed it but only one could win and Maggie would make sure it was her.

“Agreed, try not to enjoy this…too much.” The girl sighed back with a bite of lust; their lips amazingly close to grazing again. Maggie couldn’t explain why it felt so natural to be in this situation with this woman, but she felt like even without a book to fight for…they might have ended up back in this bathroom anyway facing off. With nothing left to say, the girls began to tease and slowly rub a single finger on the warm and quickly moistening sex lips of their rival. Her opponent’s sex felt wonderful in Maggie’s hand, and it was hard to not get over-excited over the ecstasy of sexfighting a new woman, facing a woman’s pussy with what felt like perfectly formed nether lips like herself. She went slow, timed, and was methodical in her teasing but so did her rival, and that brought an instant worry to Maggie. This woman had experience, Maggie could guess that, but how much? That was another question that would be answered.

Maggie’s breath instantly hitched as two minutes went by, and she braced her legs to focus as she was slowly masturbated. Maggie backed her slightly revealed ass up just near the wall but kept her upper body forward bending at the waist. The other woman took a mimicking position so that each girl had to reach forward to keep her hand inside her rival while putting more pressure on their sluggishly dueling breasts.

“You’re so fucking wet.” The woman hissed in Maggie’s ear a few seconds later, and she wasn’t wrong. Maggie was dripping down her own leg and felt like her labia was spreading at every rub, but she wasn’t the only one.

“Fuck you, I could fill and drink a cup with what you are dripping. You must not have a man or woman who wants to fuck which is why you offered to fuck me like some prostitute!” Maggie growled back, pressing her fingers deeper into her rival, and was awarded with a grunt and shaking with cum soaking her hand.

“Fuck you! I have a fiancé actually! And SHE is definitely hotter than your fake girlfriend!” The woman jeered furiously, and Maggie felt a wave of rage at the comment. Nobody insulted her girlfriend! She couldn’t even respond; she just snarled like a wild animal and then did a hard bite of her rival’s soft spot on the ear. A grimacing hiss was given in response and Maggie backed up before her own earlobe was given a similar treatment. This placed her forehead face to face with her rival, the early stages of sweat dripping and mixing as they smeared each other faintly eye to eye. It had only been five minutes at the most but the speed at which pleasure was building was incredible.

Their glasses had remained on their noses but had become foggy thanks to the slowly rising muggy heat of their breath and the temperature rising in the room. Maggie was now very wet, and that allowed the other girl to easily slip a finger into her tight sex. “Fuck…” Maggie moaned lightly as her rival curled the new invasive finger to bring another wave of pleasure into her body as she squeezed the assailant. Maggie then added two fingers of her own and the other girl let out a gasp as she squeezed her rival’s extremities as they slowly began to abandon the gradualness and swiftness up with an aggressive pumping.

A quick glance down and Maggie could see the other nerdy girl’s wet tongue hanging out of her mouth in a pant. It was too tempting for Maggie not to start another battle of their organs and she wanted to shut this bitch up from talking about her girlfriend again. The word fiance was ringing in her head…a desire Maggie had known was in the back of her mind came flying forward…but now was not the time. In a flash, she licked her rival’s tongue hard outside their mouths like a sword slash and avoided her rival’s sucking maw when the woman tried to draw it in.

A glare was shot at Maggie as the brunette woman’s wet tongue trap failed but she didn’t have to wait long. In unison, both launched their hungry mouths together in a war of soft wet lips crashing like waves. Their hasty aggression accidentally caused the bridge of their glasses to click together with a tiny ting as they mashed mouths fully engaged in a kiss fight. Soft red and pink lips moved in a flurry of feminine assault while their tongues slashed and feinted, trying to please while also not getting sucked into the other girl’s maw for indulgence. But then Maggie went too deep, her tongue hunting her rival’s, looking for the girl’s throat when the soft lips trapped it and began to suck it sensually. Maggie squealed as her tongue was toyed with before pulling it free with a light pop and a drool line of spit hitting her chin. She let out a low hiss that was returned by her rival like animals threatening their skills. Then, Maggie dove back in for a rematch and their tongues coiled again trading quick and dirty slurps. The ball of slippery muscle went back and forth between their mouths in a test of tongue strength and skill as the girls pressed closer and their noses squished. The kiss fight had distracted them from their continuing pumping but the building pressure in their loins could not be ignored for long.

The other girl broke the wet smooch away in a desperate gasp when enough pumps had made her thigh wetter than her mouth. Her pumping lessened on Maggie’s cunt as she tried to catch her breath and gave the sexy redhead a quick reprieve. But Maggie wasn’t going to stop and dove her face forward. She missed her opponent’s lips but did capture her rival’s smooth skin on her neck. She latched on and began to nibble and suck lightly at the softness in an escalation. The brunette let out a snarky gasp and used her one free hand to pull Maggie’s bun of ginger hair as hard as possible, dragging the redhead back with a grunt.

“No hickies!” The woman cried, as her honey-brown eyes flashed dangerously. She shot her teeth forward to take Maggie’s soft neck in retaliation, but the redhead backed off just in time and then met her rival mouth-to-mouth instead. Shiny white fangs clicked painfully but neither girl retreated, and another level of aggression seemed to spew in the masturbation battle. The woman’s tongue fought and sloppily pushed Maggie’s back into her mouth, and then started to work on knotting and filling her cheeks with spit. Maggie let out a gargled groan as she attempted to match the wet ferocity or stall the battle by sucking the rival snake into her mouth hard, but it didn’t seem to faze the attacker at all. The woman allowed her tongue to be worked like a popsicle and then forced it back into Maggie’s throat almost choking her.

“Ugh!” Maggie cried, her fingers slipping out of her rival’s pussy for a few seconds as the mouth war turned against her. The two hood-hidden clits had been teased out and were swelling with the constant touch. The brown-haired woman shifted her big, concealed breasts and pressed in closer to Maggie as the fuzzy material of their sweaters created static electricity with the mounds crushing and grinding. This random nerdy woman was as sloppy a kisser as she was, and Maggie had to swallow back and then try and drool into her rival’s mouth with growing messiness. The dribble dripped down their chins onto their sweaters, leaving wet marks as their soaked jaws created little spit lines of their own. All the while, fingers kept thrusting, driving them into a sexual frenzy.

Again, the rival girl added more aggression onto Maggie and was able to win some ground so that Maggie’s jean-covered ass scraped the wall behind her. Both women were groaning and moaning as they pressed their bodies with more force, the longing to cum starting to build into an inferno. Anyone outside the small cubicle might have been able to figure out that two women were having aggressive sex by the musk seeping out of the door as the two women fingered each other to the finish. A horrible thought filled Maggie’s head as she again had to pause and push down her pleasure as she had trained herself to do, but her clit was literally in her rival’s palm and the pulsing was beginning to get out of control. Was this girl better than her at sex!? Right now, it felt like it, the brunette’s tongue seemed stronger, her fingers more precise in finding Maggie’s weak points. Or maybe Maggie was just off, it had been a long time, but now there was zero time to think about it. All she knew was that she wanted that fucking book, and the one thing she could control was making this bitch cum. She thumbed her rival’s clit and felt an extra shake go through her rival’s body and a whimper come to her ear. Her opponent was close, so close Maggie could feel the ecstasy starting to spread down her rival’s limbs. They had been going almost fifteen minutes…a length of time not many inexperienced women could handle with someone like Maggie, but these two women were heavyweights of sex. Two sex queens who were used to dominating their opponents with ease but had found themselves in a sudden surprising 12-round brawl with another like themselves.

Maggie was starting to feel the desperate urge to cum in a torrent, and every second of this fight was pleasurable torture to her sex and waning resistance. Her pink nipples felt like knives they could slice through her black bra and even the sweater she wore, and she swore she could feel a matching sharpness poking her from the rival chest mashing her. Both girls were biting the other’s shoulder, trying to distract, anything to stop them from crying out themselves and cumming like a dirty slut in defeat as they masturbated each other with skill. The wet sounds of sexes being pumped filled the room as Maggie went in and out of her rival, feeling her insides, and using her palm to press the sexy clit appearing. The woman was so wet, so tight, so hot, but she kept giving Maggie as good as she was getting. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck…how has she not cum!?’ Maggie thought in panic, pleasure snapping at her every nerve. Maggie stood on her toes trying to relieve some of the endless pressure building in her loins for even a half second, but she was slowing and now the race was turning. Maggie’s wonderful sex spasmed and her endurance sundered, her clit seemed to swell past the point of her normal and when it was firmly palmed again seemed to send a wave of pleasure all the way to the tip of Maggie’s head. Her hand slipped out of her rival as she stiffened, and the brunette took her chance. She had been shocked at how near equal this fight had been but now that the nerdy-looking redhead’s hand was gone, she could breathe a deep sigh of relief to control her own near ending pleasure.

The woman pressed her entire body forward and broke Maggie’s weakened stance, slamming the redhead flat into the wall. With her big bubble ass flattened on the tile, Maggie let out a light cry of desperation and couldn’t get her hands back down to that frustratingly hot sex. Trying and needing to grip something, she reached around and took hold of her rival’s glutes under the black jeans. She let out a second groan when she got a feel of an ass that felt as good, big, and firm as hers. “No…” Maggie whimpered, she hated this, hated that she was so attracted, hated being forced to cum. She couldn’t believe that this random woman was getting her off this hard and that her body was betraying her. Her pussy lips squeezed her rival’s fingers tightly again at that exact thought and she gasped over and over trying to get in hot air to her lungs to stop it.

She was literally bouncing on her rival’s fingers like a needy whore, and she had no way to gain any leverage. She had been in far more intense sexual situations in her life, but this little fight felt like a hard reset on her brain…it had just been so long, and she was going to cum so hard. Every inch of her felt on fire and the pleasure was mixed with shame. All of it happening in her favorite little bookshop, against a woman who looked more like a nerd than some slut like she had been used to. Someone who had had her style and taste in books. That made it worse, and Maggie wanted to scream in irritation. Her neck was still exposed as she pressed her head back and let out one last moan when the woman’s thumb pressed her clit back for good, but she took both her hands off the amazing ass to hold her rival’s brown bun of hair just enough to save her collar from being bruised and marked. Then Maggie started to cum, her body exploding as her labia tightened on the rival’s fingers and she stiffened between the wall and body. She exploded, shaking, and releasing the torrent that had been building behind her dam. Years had passed since she had been beaten like this and she couldn’t stop her body from feeling every emotion and sensation that made her want to just lay on a soft bed and enjoy it. She was still getting fingered, the woman timing her thrusts to Maggie’s moans, extending her hot orgasm as Maggie’s pussy soaked her opponent’s fingers and she continued to find herself moaning like a defeated whore. Her pinned ass was still flexing and the pressure in her clit just wouldn’t stop as it felt like another wave hit, and her sexual defeat was insured. Only then did it start to fade once the woman had pressed her fingers deep into Maggie and held them there for the last few seconds.

The freckled redhead finished her long orgasm and let out one last grunt as the brunette slowly popped her fingers out of her. They panted like animals holding the pose for a few seconds then the honey-eyed girl brought her lips to Maggie’s ear and nipped it before tonguing the lobe. “Taste your cum, loser.” The woman tauntingly whispered and then brought her dripping fingers up to Maggie’s panting mouth. The pinned girl moaned in frustration and glared but didn’t have the strength or will to fight back anymore. Two wet digits first pressed into Maggie’s bottom lip and pulled it down slowly to her chin before letting it snap up. Then she peeled the soft red lips apart and ran the tips of her fingers onto Maggie’s teeth and gums for a few seconds. Behind the black foggy glasses, the honey eyes danced in pride as she enjoyed her victory. Then she pried the white pearls open with her nails and went deeper till Maggie was forced to lick them submissively. “Good little bitch.” The woman whispered with glee, excitement in her eyes, and body language. She removed them slowly and wiped them on the side of Maggie’s face as the redhead’s cheeks turned bright red and this time not from the exertion or orgasm. The sexy freckled book nerd held Maggie on the wall for a few more seconds enjoying her dominance. Then she backed up and with the reduced pressure on her chest, Maggie couldn’t stop herself from slumping down the wall to her ass, with her legs bent and squished like a ball on the floor.

“Fuck.” Maggie whispered to herself, as the winner stood over her, the woman’s legs spread victoriously even while shaking from her near orgasm. Yet, the redhead could do nothing but look up as the woman zipped up her tight black jeans and re-did the top button on her sexy waist. They locked eyes behind their fully fogged glasses once again, a large blush on both their freckled faces as the score was settled. “I win. Thanks for the book.” The standing girl panted with a cheeky smile as she caught her breath then continued, “Good…fight…but maybe you should practice with that ‘girlfriend’ of yours 'cause you aren’t as good as me.”

Maggie’s blush deepened and she didn’t respond to the taunt as the shame grew in her stomach. She almost wished that the bitch forced Maggie to eat and finish her job because not doing so at all made the loser feel far inferior, but maybe that was the plan. It was somehow even more humiliating this way. The urge to stand up, and rip her opponent's clothes off was overwhelming and Maggie wanted nothing more than to start a full-on sexfight in this tight stall. But the terms had been set and they wouldn’t be able to stay in here long enough anyway. Instead, all Maggie could do was muster the meanest glare she shot at the woman, which just wasn’t that mean of a glare for the usually sweet librarian. The other nerdy girl simply ignored the glower as she wiped her glasses off using her damp purple sweater and fixed up her light brown bun. For a second, when the glasses were off, and her hands in her hair, Maggie could see the sexy bitch that was her opponent, easily hidden by a layer of nerd. Just like Maggie, this was someone who had done this type of thing before but didn’t show it; two hidden snakes, two sluts that had crossed paths.

“Well, that’s that.” The woman spoke again her voice finally returning to level, and she stepped over Maggie and pushed the door open of the restroom. Maggie noted the woman did not leave the door wide enough for anyone to see the redhead on the floor, which was kind, but Maggie only felt the pity frustrating. The winning woman slipped out and stretched her body after the intense 15-minute sex duel. “That was way hotter, and closer than I thought it would be.” The woman mumbled to herself but with a cheery grin she picked up the prized book from its hiding place like a trophy. “But worth it!” She yelled and a few people looked at her outburst. She quickly apologized and blushed holding the book tightly to her chest and moving to the cashier.

Maggie waited an extra minute to calm down and clean herself up, shifting her bra back in place and adjusting her soaked thong. She waited another minute to avoid suspicion of leaving the same stall as the other woman and hoped that the other girl was long gone. But when she finally left the stall, the other woman was indeed still in the shop, just now reaching the front of the line to buy the book they had been fighting for. No one else in the bookstore knew that the two sexy book nerds had just competed in a lesbian sex fight right under their noses and a winner had been decided.

She watched as the woman paid and made her way to the exit of the store; her fantastic ass hugged by the tight black jeans. She squeezed the book into her hidden bountiful chest with a light skip in her step, but as the light-haired brunette reached the door, she turned her head and spotted Maggie staring at her. They held this intense stare behind their glasses for what felt like a long time. The nerdy personas they conveyed seemed like masks hiding who they really were and what they had just done to each other. The secret sexfight was over, and the status settled between them at least for now.

The girl didn’t say anything, but Maggie felt her smugness from across the room. She gave the smallest of shrugs towards Maggie before pushing up her glasses and flicking a loose strand of her brown hair back behind her ear and exiting the shop with an actual skip a second later. A mirror, Maggie felt she had just seen a mirror of her personality and lost to her. Worst of all, she didn’t even know the woman’s name, and she may never see her again. Maggie felt a new wave of frustration and this time there was no pushing it away. Even her sweet side was demanding Maggie find this woman again. This feeling, it had been a long time since she felt like this. Instead of leaving, she walked up to the owner who was now free, “Hi Mr. Johnson! I just had a wonderful conversation with the woman who just left, but I didn’t get her name! Can you help me?”

The man smiled back and nodded.

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Part 1 end. Umm, I don’t know. Just felt like writing. I know I still have a bunch of old stories not done so it’s prob not a great thing to start a new one but what can ya do. Gotta write when an idea comes up. Wanted to write a Maggie story again but with someone new (our new glasses-wearing freckled brunette…how will the jealousy build between them?) which is how we got here a few years after the last story. No promises when Part 2 will be out. Maybe a week, likely a month but I have written out each part decently so at least I know how it will go.
Love to know your thoughts and keep the board rolling. Cheers.


Part 2 --

Maggie wasn’t sure if what she was doing was right the thing…but Maggie also wasn’t sure if she cared. She now knew the bookstore woman’s name, where she worked, and most importantly, a list of books the woman had been searching for. Now THAT was some information Maggie could use because the one thing that she had a lot of was books. The humiliation of losing her first sexfight in years gnawed on her and she would have given anything to get that first edition book back from the woman who had embarrassed her in the tight bathroom. At least, she told herself it was all about the book and not this…mimic of a woman that had out-finger fucked her so hard. But the truth was she couldn’t get the brunette woman out of her head…and it had been a long time since Maggie had felt such a fixation. So, here she was, looking up the woman, digging into the details of her life just a little bit…just enough so Maggie could find her and get back HER book by any means necessary.

Amber was away for three more weeks, so Maggie’s whole focus was on this other nerdy woman. She decided not to tell her girlfriend about the finger fight…not yet, because she didn’t want Amber to worry while she was away. But also…Maggie wanted to beat this woman on her own. It felt weirdly personal against someone she had spent less than 30 minutes in the same room with and didn’t know at all. But something about the glasses-wearing, freckled, honey-haired brunette, Maggie couldn’t let go. She promised herself she would explain everything to Amber when her girlfriend got back, but by then, Maggie planned to have a new book and a hot story of a beaten rival to brag about.

Two weeks after the fight, and after some extensive research, Maggie felt ready to go on her hunt. She happily helped a young girl find a new series to pick up and she assisted an older couple work through some taxes on the computer. They thanked her profusely, and she smiled and showed them out of the library with a cheery wave. Happy with her day’s work, she didn’t feel bad closing and heading out early to drive the two hours to a tiny city almost 150 miles away. Per the old owner, it turned out the woman worked at a different bookshop called Pages in the far city. It seemed the freckled brunette often traveled far and wide to shop for her personal collection and had spent the last year asking around for a long list of specific books in every shop within 500 miles…some books of which Maggie just happened to have in her little library. “A bookshop worker, interesting.” Maggie mused during the long drive. She bet the woman avoided libraries like the plague. Collectors often did because Maggie would never sell her books…risk them maybe, but not sell them. Maggie bet the woman’s collection was amazing considering the rare and valuable items on the list the woman was searching for and that annoyed Maggie too. She wouldn’t deny that she had a personal collection as well, but she always added it to her library because spreading the love of books by any means necessary was the most important piece of her work.

Arriving at the store called Pages after the drive, Maggie couldn’t help letting a smile come to her face at how cute it was designed. She had never wanted to own a bookstore, but if she did, it would look like this. Bright colorful signs, books in the window, and a small coffee shop attached. ‘It’s so…nice.’ Maggie thought imagining herself owning this specific shop but that was for another time, and she pushed the thought out of her head. Glancing in her small car mirror, she let down her long red hair out of its bun letting it roll down her to her mid-back with its curls. Satisfied with her appearance, she waited, looking through the front window of the shop for any sign of her new rival, but she didn’t see the brunette, just a young man working the front desk. Time ticked on but after 20 minutes, nothing, so Maggie decided to go into the shop and scout out the situation rather than wait.

A young man welcomed her to the mostly empty store, and she chatted with him for a few seconds before thanking him and making her way down some far rows of books pretending to peruse the tomes. He confirmed that the woman did indeed work here, but he also confirmed that the woman was indeed working TODAY, and all Maggie had to do was wait for her to appear. ‘Perfect’, Maggie thought, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering in anticipation of a rematch as she hid herself in the rows, keeping her eyes wide for any sign of her rival. While she waited though, Maggie couldn’t help noticing how well the books were ordered and the cute notes under each section describing them or the series. Maggie read quite a few with a thoughtful expression but the wait was not long when she heard a door open from the back of the store.

The ginger librarian’s breath hitched as she glanced through a gap and got a full sight of the woman who had haunted her dreams the last two weeks. The other woman was holding a small box of books and looked to be restocking, focusing on a paper list in her left hand. Her rival was wearing a much more relaxed outfit than she had been in last week, but incredibly she looked maybe even hotter in the casual get-up. In a plain tight white t-shirt, tightly tucked into a pair of close-fitting black yoga pants and green tennis shoes, it was so simple but alluring. She had her brown glasses on, and her hair was again up in a very messy bun, with a pencil behind her ear. “Wow,” Maggie whispered as the woman passed by her hiding place still looking down at the list, and didn’t seem to notice Maggie observing her at all.

Her green eyes glanced down at the ass she had been gripping when she had cum, it was flexing each step with a light jiggle as the woman moved away, the yoga pants as tight as a second skin. It was quite the outfit to wear at work, but Maggie guessed the store was very relaxed with this sort of thing. She also knew what kind of body the woman was hiding under her clothes, but this woman clearly didn’t mind showing it off just a bit more than she had expected. Her rival must work out a lot, her ass was too good, and she looked as toned and fit as Maggie was, something the redhead had guessed after their last fight but now knew without a doubt. She wondered the woman’s age, was she in her early 20s? Or was she a bit older like herself and worked just as hard to keep her body in shape? They couldn’t be the same age…could they be?

Maggie’s eyes followed the woman walk past the front desk but thankfully she didn’t stop to talk to the other worker as the man might have given her away. Instead, the honey brunette quickly moved towards the back rows, scanning the volumes, and placing a few books from the box she carried around up one by one. Maggie took a deep labored breath and then followed the woman towards the back corner with her own book bag in hand. The woman had stopped in a far corner of the shop, her incredible ass sticking out behind her as she reached up on her toes to put one last book away on the top shelf. Maggie came up behind her quietly, eyeing the incredible fat glutes in the stretched-tight yoga pants that had pinned Maggie to the wall only two weeks ago.

“Hi, I’m looking for a specific book, and I think you might have it,” Maggie spoke with the same sensual tone she had used in the bathroom the week before. The woman must have recognized the librarian’s voice because she jumped out of her skin, dropping the empty box and snapping her head around to see Maggie standing behind her. With a light gasp, the woman quickly turned her entire sexy body around to face Maggie, a look of shock on her face at the redhead’s sudden appearance, but it vanished in a blink of an eye and then a mask of indifference took over. Her tight white t-shirt did not hide the size of her breasts like the sweater did the week before and Maggie almost gulped at the size of her rival’s chest sticking out at her while her own girls were more covered by her suit jacket.

The woman studied Maggie with scrutiny, her honey eyes scanning the other freckled woman from behind her brown glasses, her face first, then moving down the librarian’s body. Maggie had chosen her outfit with care, sexier than she normally would wear at work but not too over the top to draw too much attention. She was wearing a knee-length tight navy skirt with black stockings up her legs and short-inch work heels. A white button-up blouse with a navy classy suit jacket, in which the blouse was fully done up, though it was stretched on final buttons thanks to Maggie’s own chest size. But her jacket did conceal more than she would have preferred now facing her rival in the open as the woman’s pair looked more juicy in the thin t-shirt.

Maggie had her glasses on too, the same pair from before while her long red hair was down far past her shoulders and curly. A front part had some of her hair nearly covering her left eye and she had applied extra red lipstick to highlight her sensual mouth. It was a more mature look; one Maggie had perfected over the last two years after leaving her wild 20s behind. The woman’s expression remained neutral while she continued to examine every inch of Maggie, yet there was something in her stare, well-hidden as it was, that Maggie picked up on. A famished gaze behind the honey orbs that Maggie could only imagine her green orbs were portraying as well and boded well for the librarian’s plan.

But the woman shrugged instead as she recovered from the surprise, “Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I do, and if I did, that disagreement was settled privately, you may recall.” The woman commented with a taunting sweetness, but she didn’t look away from Maggie, and in fact was giving her a stare that screamed, ‘You want more of this?’

The redhead simply smiled at the woman and gave her a knowing expression behind her own black specs, “Hmm, I guess it was settled at that moment? But, settled completely? Maybe not.” Maggie replied, and the brunette’s glare hardened, but before she could respond Maggie continued, “I think I have something that would make you reconsider re-opening negotiations for that book, if you are willing to hear me out?” Maggie continued, and she began to pace slowly to the left, side-eying the woman. The redhead’s pink fingernails ran down a few of the spins of books as she waited to see what the woman would do, listen or run.

The honey eyes gave an even unkinder gaze, but her eyes did flicker down to Maggie’s covered tits again before she responded, “What could you possibly have that I want? You don’t know a thing about me.”

Maggie’s growing smirk widened because the bitch had no clue what Maggie knew about her, “Hmm, no, I think I do. Per my understanding, you are looking for the Star Moon Trails first edition collection series, from 1983. Really hard to find, and an amazing set…if in perfect condition, of course.” The words were like a spell. The bookstore woman froze, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise, a blush forming on her lightly freckled cheeks, “How do you…” She muttered but stopped as Maggie opened her bag and took out the first of the three books carefully.



“Funnily enough, I have all three here with me today, and I am willing to put up the entire collection against the Vivian Biography first edition you won last week. IF you give me a rematch, right now, winner takes all.” Maggie offered, holding forward one of the books in her hands to make sure the woman could tell this was no trick. The honey-brown eyes widened at the cover, there was no mistaking it…she had indeed been looking for this series and edition for years. Then she glanced up at the sexy redhead, an equally curious expression on the woman’s features trying to understand how this was happening. Maggie couldn’t guess what the woman was thinking but she figured that the woman was torn between slapping Maggie or calling the police, maybe both. There was a long silence as the women studied each other and Maggie began to wonder if her gambit had failed, and she would be humiliated further by the rejection. It just depended on how much the woman wanted this series...and maybe a bit how much this woman wanted a sexy little rematch too. It had been a very close fight. If the roles had been reversed, Maggie knew she would have taken the offer…and if this woman was the mirror of herself that Maggie began to believe she was, then that meant the woman wouldn’t be able to pass up on this proposition either.

Finally, the stare-off was broken by the woman who looked away and whispered, “You’re willing to put up that whole collection? All the books in the series for that one?”

Maggie slowly nodded her heart thumping, “Yep, for a rematch of course…you versus me…just like last time.”

The woman went quiet again and seemed to be weighing the options, glancing at the books and then Maggie’s body over and over. “I shouldn’t do it again…I told myself I wouldn’t…” She mumbled under her breath, but that is all Maggie heard of the mini argument happening, yet she felt like the woman’s desire for the books…and maybe the woman’s desire for the redhead’s body was winning. After a short span of debating herself, the woman regarded Maggie again, but her tone had shifted to an erotic tone just like it had the week before when they had finally agreed to settle the little dispute in their way. Maggie’s breath hitched at the sudden shift and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Hmm fine. If you are crazy enough to stalk me and dig into my life…I’m happy to fuck you again and take that collection from you. But also, you little stalker, you will not come back here after this!” The woman hissed; her appearance wrathful as she eyed Maggie dangerously.

“I’m not a stalker!” Maggie declared back with less conviction than she wanted because yeah…it was a little stalker-ish what she had been doing. It was the second time in her life Maggie had been accused of that, and it was in a very similar scenario she thought grumpily. Just like with Amber, she had gone after someone who beat her in a sexfight. And she couldn’t just let it go…the book or the loss, especially not to this specific woman for some reason. She instead let out a fake light laugh, “I just don’t think only using our fingers was the right way to settle our little dispute, not between two women who look like us, and clearly have plenty of experience in this game.” Then Maggie gave her a playful wink, “Because if our little disagreement had gone further, I think I would have beaten you pretty handily.”

The woman didn’t seem thrilled with Maggie’s comment judging by the frown forming on her pink lips. “Really? A sore loser and a stalker huh? Trust me, I would beat you 10 out of 10 times, in any competition we have. Physically or especially sexually.”

“Well, if you want to back up that statement, you can try and prove it right now.” Maggie shot back, “Because I’m right here, ready to get very physical or even more sexual with you.”

The heat between the two sexy nerds inflamed as they used taunts like oil to fuel the fire, until the bookstore woman snapped her tongue at the roof of her mouth, “Whatever”, she hissed but wasn’t done yet as her eyes narrowed. “You know what? Seeing how far you went to find me…I think you must have been lying about your sex life last time. I bet you don’t even have a girlfriend…or if you do, I bet she sucks at sex and you just want me to get you off again.” She laughed, “Oh, I bet that is it. Just admit you want me to fuck you and I’ll do that for the books, and not humiliate you again in a contest.” The other nerd taunted with a naughty smirk.

Maggie flushed a shade of scarlet as this woman took a shot at Amber and she stuttered her next words, “If you want the books, you...”But the girl cut in leaning forward with her hands on her hips sensing Maggie’s discomfort, “For a girl who has a body like yours, it must be extra frustrating not being able to get laid without stalking a woman who out fucked you and made you nice and submissive. Did you like being dominated by me? Like my tits pushing yours into your nips? I’ll do it again; make you suck every drop of cum off my fingers like you did in that steamy little stall. Just beg for it right now.”

A million insults and the urge to start a very public catfight with this bitch flared in Maggie but she pushed the emotion down for later. “Are you accepting my offer for the books or not? If not, fine, but trust me…you won’t find this collection here, online, anywhere in as good a condition as mine. Last chance.” Maggie hissed as she changed the subject back to the books. Her arms almost shaking at her sides and her claws unsheathed. The other book nerd was as infuriating as she was hot, or maybe she had just found the sore spot in Maggie’s ego and was digging in smartly to throw the redhead off her game. It felt like it and Maggie had to take a deep breath to calm herself. It had been a long time since a woman outside of a bartender could have this effect on her mood…and sex simultaneously. Maggie had put it all into the gambit, and it felt for a second that this woman was going to decline the offer…but the honey eyes flashed towards the books and a look of yearning was apparent. Instantly Maggie knew she had her, the slightest of grins coming once again to her lips.

The woman gave her a stimulating wetting of her pink lips, “Oh, yeah, I’m going to give you your rematch and…” She leaned closer taking a step forward whispering, “Make you beg this time after I outlast you again. But we can’t do it here. I’m not going to fight you in my store.”

Maggie raised an eyebrow and gave her the smallest of shrugs. “Then where?”

The woman gave a slight tilt of her head towards the parking lot, “My car. It’s big enough for us to lay in the back with the seats down, so we can use more than just our fingers this time just like you want.” She added a second much slower lick of her lips with a very wet tongue implying exactly how they would fight this time if she had her way. Then she gave Maggie another hot up and down, the sweet, bookstore worker disappearing and the nasty sex slut persona who Maggie had seen the week before was back. “I’ll be honest with you, I did wonder if you would try and find me, but I thought at least you would wait at the other bookstore for me to come back like a good little slut. But, with you coming here? Stalking me? It’s equally as surprising as it is pathetic that you can’t live with your loss.”

Maggie felt ANOTHER blush growing on her cheeks, but she shrugged despite it, “Sure, maybe it is a bit pathetic, but I think you would have done the same had our roles been reversed. I have this weird feeling we are very alike.” She admitted and watched a very light shade of rose glow appear on the woman’s cheeks at the admission.

“Guess we don’t know because I was the one who made you cum and you couldn’t get me off. Did you enjoy tasting yourself? Do you want more of that?” She teased back ignoring the comment though the blush on her cheeks was equal to Maggie’s. Maybe she had been thinking the same thing.

This time Maggie lightly bit her red lips sensually back at her rival at the threat, “No thank you, but you really come off as a cum hungry slut. Maybe we also have that in common along with our taste in books.”

“Hmm, maybe we do.” The woman muttered in surprise at the boldness, glancing at the books, then Maggie’s face and body, followed by the books again, “Well, I bet you have been waiting all week for this…so let’s not make you wait any longer. Come with me…” The woman ordered looking at the redhead questioningly.

“Maggie.”

“Maggie? Well, my name is Dorothy, but I bet you already knew that didn’t you?” The woman purred accusingly with a twisted grin as Maggie’s name rolled off her tongue naturally. Maggie didn’t give her the satisfaction of admitting that she did indeed know her name but glowered all the same. The no answer was answer enough and Dorothy let out a little tick from the side of her mouth. Then with the slightest of hisses, turned and made for the exit of the store. She knew Maggie would follow, so she marched with a purpose in her hot yoga pants that seemed to be glued to her ass. “Be back in a half hour,” Dorothy said to the man at the desk as she passed taking the pencil out of her ear and putting it in front of him.

“Oh, okay Dorothy. Oh, the woman found you. Good. Also, you did an amazing job redecorating…you really showed this place so much love, we are so lucky to have you.” Dorothy stopped in her tracks momentarily forgetting what she was about to do. “Thank you so much, I love it and thank you for letting me trade some books here for my collection. I love working here so much.”

Maggie watched the exchange curiously, the woman looking suddenly sweet and cheerful, but when the freckled brunette glanced back at Maggie, the redhead could still see the slut underneath the mask desperate to get started. A woman that was ready to put her body and sex on the line to fuck a rival down and was sending all the right signs for a sexual ritual.

The conversation over, Dorothy continued out the exit into the cool Autumn air. It was chilling compared to the heat already starting to radiate off her as she marched towards a slightly large car in the back of the parking lot. Only when she reached the vehicle, did she look back to see Maggie indeed behind her a few steps glancing at the car as well. It was a two-door sized SUV, on the smaller side but with the back seats down, there would be enough space for them to lay down even if uncomfortable and cramped.

She turned back around just as Maggie caught up with her, leaning against her car door. “You sure you want this…you can just walk away with what tiny bit of pride you have left…Maggie.” Dorothy hissed, almost spitting out the name this time, then looked at the redhead challengingly and she presented her hot body with her hand.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want another piece of you, and I can promise you that you will be the one crying about your pride after I beat you.”

Dorothy’s eyes honey flashed in anger and lust at this woman’s tone. The same bitch who had slumped down on her ass just two weeks before, but then returned to her erotic words, “Well, then come in here Maggie, let’s have another little sex contest…for the last time and for the books we both desperately want.” Dorothy breathed, opening the back door of her car after a quick glance around the parking lot. Maggie glanced into the trunk of the car and noticed the confined space of the new arena now set. “It looks tight…again.” She said lamely. Dorothy glanced in too and gave a nod, “Yeah…it is, but this is what we have…so let’s set similar rules as last time.” Then a cheeky grin came to her mouth, “This time, how about a 69 contest? Same rules, first to cum loses, fingers AND tongues this time.”

Maggie’s green eyes didn’t want to give away her disappointment but wanna be stalkers couldn’t be choosers. “Oh, I guess that works.” She purred glancing down at the apex of her rival’s legs where her face would be soon. But the honey woman’s eyes looked equally as ready and hungry at Maggie’s sex. “But you should be warned Maggie, I’m even better with my mouth than my fingers. I don’t think this match will last nearly as long as you somehow did in the stall.”

“Guess we will see when we get locked together in here,” Maggie replied cooly as she took a few steps forward and stood right in front of her rival bringing them eye to eye. Then she brought her mouth very close to Dorothy’s in almost striking distance, their nerdy glasses reflecting their obviously lustful gazes of the erotic women. Just like last week, things had escalated rapidly but this time there was far less surprise and more anticipation. Maggie didn’t kiss her rival though, she simply touched the car door and Dorothy’s hand by extension, pulling it open with her rival in unison. Dorothy’s breathing visibility picked up at the touch and she stepped back with the door to allow Maggie to enter the car in a crawl, the redhead’s skirt just long enough to cover her glutes as leaned in. Entering the space, the redhead pushed her book bag into the back corner of the car, as tucked as she could to avoid it being damaged during the upcoming sexual confrontation.

Dorothy crawled in right after her and slammed the door shut. A tiny click of the lock sealed them in and brought them once again fully alone. The car had blackout windows and even the sun struggled to break through giving the arena a dim glow. Nobody would be able to see what dirty event was about to happen in the back of this SUV. The back had a big rubber mat covering the folded seats of the back two rows. Maggie wondered why this cute little book woman had such a big car, but she didn’t feel it was the time to ask. Instead, Maggie faced her opponent in the enclosed space, sitting on her ass with her skirt open for a split second before she quickly went up on her knees. Though in this position her head nearly touched the top of the roof. Dorothy took a mimicking pose and crossed her arms over her big chest with a glower on her features, “Well, here we are again.”

“Hmm.” Maggie nodded, the adrenaline starting to spike and her nerves bubbling. What was with this woman? Why did her body have this reaction to this Dorothy character? It was even stronger than last week like a magnetic pull was drawing them to clash. Was Dorothy feeling the same thing? Maggie wondered.

“One other thing before we start, because after I beat you this time, and take that collection of yours. I ALSO don’t expect to see you here ever again. You don’t come back to my bookstore ever, and you don’t come after me. You live with your humiliation…I don’t do this thing anymore but am making an exception today because you…just seem REALLY annoying.” Dorothy spoke with a exasperation and half lust that she seemed to struggle to hide.

“No problem! But I don’t plan to live with any humiliation from you after I leave your body in a puddle of sweat and cum…in your own car too.” Maggie spoke back almost cheerfully, ignoring the insult, “But if it makes you feel better, I agree, win or lose, I won’t come here or after you again, librarian’s promise.”

Dorothy nodded slowly though her eye twitched at the word librarian, “Good, and don’t forget, I’m not the stalker who came hunting me down, looking me up to get a rematch just to get left sucking her own cum off my fingers again. That was you.”

But Maggie wasn’t taking that anymore with them here, “Please, you didn’t have to accept this rematch. I’m sure you would have found those books eventually. I think you want this just as much as I do because you were equally as unsatisfied with our little fight in the stall.”

The world outside disappeared for the two women in the car. Dorothy didn’t reply but shifted forward on her knees until she came right up to Maggie. But the redhead didn’t back down and they let their womanly forms press together slowly. Their bra-covered tits crushed again and their stomachs aligned as their faces and glasses came together. And here they held this little standoff pose for almost a whole minute that dragged on as their bodies did their talking, making tiny, microscopic movements to win the already waging war between their breasts. Hot minty breath was shared, and a single line of sweat dripped off Dorothy’s forehead while she shifted forward just in the last second so that her and Maggie’s noses touched. The sweat drop was shared on the touching tips before it dripped down onto Maggie’s white blouse, making the thin material even more transparent where the liquid landed.

Finally, after the long hot minute, Maggie whispered her lips an inch away from Dorothy’s, “Well, shall we keep it as civil as possible again and strip down on our own, or shall we have a little catfight?

“Not in my car. Pants, shoes, panties off but you can keep your tight stockings on.” Dorothy replied glancing down.

“No thanks, I don’t want you to miss out on the pleasure of feeling my smooth legs wrapping you up when you cum.”

“Hmm, shame, I like a girl in stockings.” Dorothy teased with a twisted smile, and they slowly disengaged back to their asses a few feet away in the trunk so they could remove their clothes on their own terms. Maggie went slightly first, slipping off her short heels, then unzipping the side of her navy skirt. She leaned to her side on her hip to pull it off slightly awkwardly in the confirmed space, but what wasn’t awkward was the skimpy light blue lace thong she was wearing underneath. It was worn high on her hips, with two thin strings, and two triangles, the front one even smaller than the one behind. Her sexy little patch of fiery pubic hair was just peeking out the top. On the other side, Dorothy flipped off her tennis shoes and socks and then hooked her black yoga pants with her thumbs. Going down on her ass to pull them off, her feet came close to Maggie as she slipped them down inch by inch leaving her in a tiny simple white thong that didn’t have the laciness of Maggie’s but was even smaller to hide any lines on her leggings. The back was all strings, the front a small triangle that just covered her sex, and a patch of darker brown triangle of pubic hair. As Dorothy glanced between Maggie’s naked legs, the urge to grab the pale legs and smash their thongs together was almost overwhelming but she had already challenged this Maggie to a 69 and didn’t want to be the one to break her own set terms.

But the urge doubled because they didn’t stay in their thongs for even a minute, and in the same position they peeled off those skimpy little pieces from their groins and down their toned legs, toes briefly touching as the small pieces of cloth hung on them. But they pulled back before a leg fight started. Now both Maggie’s little lacey blue thong and the nearly invisible white one of Dorothy’s looked even more minuscule off their hips and they flicked them to the corner as well. While Dorothy got back on her knees, Maggie decided to pull down each of her tight stockings after a moment of hesitation and tossed them away as Dorothy waited. “You’re lucky we don’t have room to really wrestle…or you would be folded into a pretzel.” The sexy brunette added, as she removed her glasses and then reached out a hand for Maggie’s.

“Trust me, I would have you stretched out to your limit,” Maggie replied as she pulled her own glasses off, removing a bit of the nerd in them both while Dorothy placed the two pairs of specs on the front seat and safe from their battle. Then Dorothy smirked just as Maggie finished rolling down her left stocking off her leg and got back on her knees ready to go.

The green eyes watched as Dorothy reached behind her and for a second Maggie thought her new rival was about to strip fully and toss her shirt and bra away. The idea that this 69 was going to be fully nude added another level of danger and excitement for the librarian but Dorothy had other plans. Instead, she reached behind and slipped under her shirt, unclasping the white bra, and then shimmed out of it, pulling the undergarment through her right arm hole. The nerdy brunette grinned at Maggie as she tossed the discarded bra to the corner where her thong and yoga pants lay and then pulled her white tight t-shirt down to her lower stomach with a taunting laugh. The thin material stretched out and around the woman’s full chest, the bare boobs fully visible behind the thin material with two pink nipples poking out erectly at Maggie.



“Keeping that on?” Maggie asked with surprise, unable to keep her alluring sexy tone going.



“You don’t deserve to see me nude, and you never will, slut.” Dorothy snapped back which brought a frown on Maggie’s pink lips, but she shrugged, “Whatever, but we should keep it equal though then, shouldn’t we?” Maggie asked but she didn’t wait for a reply as she performed the same trick, though it was a little easier thanks to the top two buttons of her shirt already undone. She unclicked her light blue bra from behind and pulled it out the top of her shirt, throwing it to the growing pile of discarded clothes. Then mimicking Dorothy, she pulled her white shirt down, the buttons threatening to pop free as her full chest looked equally as formidable and her pink nipples poked through at her enemy. Then she went up on her knees and leaned forward, daring Dorothy to do the same and her rival happily complied.

The first thing that touched was their covered milk ducts, tip to tip, this time no doubt feeling the other's stiffness without their bras or sweaters as a barrier. That was until their foreheads came to rest on each other, while they hissed and fenced below. Sharp nipples scrapped behind their shirts and Maggie swore they both could snap the other girls pair off with how rigid they were in this breast press. Their hands that had been on their own sides got into the action next, moving and lightly grazing their rival’s bare hips, running up and down the soft skin, teasing and sending goosebumps for what was to come. Then Dorothy smiled and made her last adjustment, reaching up and letting her soft light brown hair down, letting the locks flow to even longer than Maggie’s red though her hair was straightened unknown to Maggie if this was her new rival’s natural flow. Then the other lightly freckled nerd pulled away but didn’t back up in the car this time. Instead, she simply laid down on her back directly in front of Maggie, legs slowly spreading revealing and slightly opening her pussy and allowing her full chest to hang slightly to the side with that flow of her big naturals. “Well, then crawl on top of me, and let’s eat. We have already proven we can’t talk each other into backing down, so no point in trying this time. Our mouths can be used for much better things…” Dorothy finished hotly as she stretched her legs and arms in a sexy little pose as if she was in bed wearing only a white t-shirt and waiting to be fucked hard. She bit her middle finger on her right lightly and pulled the cloth up with her left just slightly, showing more of her belly button and abs.

Maggie disliked the woman’s overconfidence, but she couldn’t argue against it after being beaten by the bitch. Instead of snarking back, she turned around and lifted her longish blouse, showing off her nude, incredibly toned, and lightly freckled ass with a slight shake of her hips that displayed the masses' slight recoil hop that only the best types of asses could do. Then Maggie dropped back down on her hands and knees, her pink pussy exposed behind her with her knees spread. Leisurely she backed up over Dorothy’s prone body until she settled with her head above her rival’s equally pink smooth pussy under her eyes. The redhead got a full look at the vulva she had been fingering last week and begrudgingly admitted it looked as good as it had felt. Two smooth pink lips with the single strip slightly trimmed pubic hair that Maggie had felt last week above it. The hood of Dorothy’s clit could be seen just above the apex, almost begging to be let out for what was to come.

And knowing that Dorothy was inspecting her sex equally just as thoroughly sent a second shiver down Maggie’s spine. The girls took a second, eyeing their enemy’s vulva in front of them with a sexual hunger, planning, thinking of what they were going to do to it and finish it. Maggie wondered how many women had beaten this sex, how many had fallen to it, how many men tamed by it. Her own list was long and complicated, and she wished she could know all of Dorothy’s as well…just so they could compare.

The silence was broken when Dorothy started to count, “How about on three? One, Two, Three!” Dorothy spoke calmly and Maggie brought her face down on the final number but not quickly enough. Dorothy flexed her abs and her long legs shot up around Maggie’s head with her sexy thighs locking Maggie in place. “AH!” Maggie gasped trapped in the sudden head scissors, her hands instinctively trying to pry herself free. She failed to break the hold as her face was slammed to the ground of the rubber floor with force, dazing her and making her head spin. “FUCK!” She groaned, and heard Dorothy snarl, “Fucking coming after me?! This is what you deserve bitch!” She slapped Maggie’s big ass and then clawed the pale hamstrings with her blue pained nails with shocking aggression.

“Fuck you!” Maggie screamed in pain as she felt the blue nails rake down her soft skin. She rolled her whole body to the other side of the trunk, but Dorothy didn’t let up, rolling with her rival and keeping Maggie’s head between her toned legs. Now on top, Dorothy pushed her hands down on Maggie’s limbs, forcing the redhead fully flat to the car floor and removing any leverage the librarian might have used to escape. All the while, Dorothy’s equally hot bare ass flexed and jiggled just above the redhead’s trapped face looking even better than it had in the yoga pants. With a snarl, Maggie slapped the brunette’s heart-shaped booty and while Dorothy did moan, her leg lock didn’t lessen. The top woman then spit on Maggie’s exposed sex, landing precisely on the hood of the redhead’s covered clit. Maggie gasped, half from the head crush, half from the warm spit rolling down the middle of her labia lips. Dorothy then lowered her head and sucked the spit up, her lips lightly brushing the clit and sensitive sex as she slurped it up. “Fuck!” Maggie cried, a spasm shooting up her body. She spanked Dorothy again, but it did nothing except jiggle the hot muscle.

“Keep slapping my ass bitch! I love it!” Dorothy snarled and then gave Maggie another lick from the hood of the ginger’s clit down towards the opening of Maggie’s core splitting her labia in half. Maggie cried out in pleasure again and Dorothy shot her head up as already some cum leaked from the ginger’s cunt. “Fuck! I hate how sweet you taste.” She gushed making Maggie moan again at the frustrating compliment. Then, instead of trying to pull her head free or slapping Dorothy’s ass, Maggie used both hands and took a full grip of the long brown hair like she was two-fisting a dick and ripped back with all her strength. She bent Dorothy in an arch as the top woman cried out regretting letting her hair down in that moment. She kept her legs on Maggie but couldn’t stop her hands from losing their pressure on the pale limbs, and now free, they shot up around Dorothy’s neck in retaliation.

The sexy thighs flexed, and Maggie trapped her rival like she was, “Got you!” Maggie hissed and Dorothy yelled, “Fuck!” in response, but still on top and holding Maggie, the honey-haired girl still had more options to fight back. Her free hands wrapped around Maggie’s legs and began teasing the redhead’s pussy the best she could from that angle. “Ugh.” Maggie groaned struggling to do the same from the bottom but the deep scratching of her rival’s back and slapping of her glorious ass had just enough effect in weakening Dorothy’s flexed body. Maggie saw her chance, and she released her headlock as quickly as it had happened and bent her legs into a ball with a showcase of her flexibility. Then she pulled Dorothy’s hair again and pushed her knees up on Dorothy’s shoulders. Unexpectedly, for the brunette, the top of her head slammed into the roof of the car, and she let out a cry, her legs loosening on the impact. Maggie now had a choice, re-trap Dorothy and continue the muscle fight or let her rival free and get her mouth in the game they had promised. She chose the second option.

Even if she wanted to crush her enemy down in revenge, that was not this fight. The only way to win was to fuck this bitch because beating Dorothy with her muscles wouldn’t be a satisfying way to end this. Her libido had already spiked and there were few things she loved more than eating a bitchy woman against her. And this Dorothy fit the bill perfectly. The bitch had started so aggressively and that meant everything in this fight was fair game. Maggie unfolded her legs and exposed herself to her rival, daring the real fight to begin. All the while, the sexy librarian ran her tongue like a pencil in a beautiful drawing of her opponent’s sex, always returning to the hidden clit, the center of attention of her artwork in a teasing pleasurable way. “Yummy.” Maggie moaned as the scent and taste of Dorothy filled her senses and she couldn’t deny that the woman tasted like a dessert. Dorothy moaned and instead of trying to grip her rival in a headlock again, she brought her tongue out and began to eat Maggie because the soft kissing of her rival quickly began to turn the honey brunette on like a faucet. With that, hands on jiggling glutes, the nerdy slut 69 fight was finally on. As they settled into and began to use their lips and tongues, kissing nether regions, tonguing shallowly at first and burying their faces deep in the soft moist skin, it was apparent this was another duel of sex queens.

They rolled back and forth in the back of Dorothy’s car while they sucked each other’s sex, locked in a surprisingly more violent 69 after their seemingly civil finger fuck the week before. They swallowed and slurped each other’s pussies in a wet torrent but also spanked each other with hard powerful slaps refusing to give the other an equal spot on their sides, one always on top as they were forced to exchange positions to relieve their asses of the torture. Three minutes later each woman had one hand in their rival’s thick now unrestricted hair, ripping and tearing at the brown and red roots from behind while keeping their faces down between legs in the ball of womanly flesh through the pain.

Their other hands worked with their wet tongues in tandem to explore sensitive areas while also occasionally clawing the smooth skin on their enemies’ legs, hips, and asses. After another minute of equal rolling, Maggie was now on the bottom again. She released Dorothy’s brown hair and used both hands to spread her rival’s thick firm ass cheeks, leaning up and attacking every piece of her rival’s vulva with her long wet sloppy tongue. No place on her opponent’s groin was left untreated, as spit dripped down Dorthey’s pussy back onto Maggie’s chin as she feasted. The redhead ran her pink muscle over her rival’s perineum, and all around her tight asshole like a dancer. Then they rolled again, and Maggie was treated with equal ferocity from Dorothy’s mouth until she lifted her dripping pink pussy away from her rival’s wet mouth and pushed down her growing pleasure. It did give her a second of rest, but she was spanked even firmer by Dorothy for her reprieve. Maggie wouldn’t let this bitch get her off again, she thought as she lunged her face back into Dorothy’s sex to taste and drink her rival till she won or drowned in the sweetness. Meanwhile, Dorothy had pulled Maggie’s pussy back down to her wet hungry mouth, thrusting her tongue as deep into Maggie’s sex as it could go, her nose and cheeks pressed into Maggie’s groin. But Dorothy wanted to give this bitch more, sensing Maggie’s building orgasm and that a basic 69 wouldn’t beat this kind of slut. The redhead felt a wet finger rim her ass and she gasped as it pressed in just a half inch, adding another step of pleasure as she was attacked. “Fuck…my ass.” Maggie moaned but didn’t get a reply as Dorothy continued her stimulating labor.

She wanted to stop and just sob in the incredible pleasure as she felt the rival’s sexy snake slither deep, exploring her folds and tasting her juice. But Maggie re-focused on Dorothy’s emerged clit, circling it with her tongue and rubbing her rival’s ass with firm rubs, forcing the tension out and making sure Dorothy couldn’t flex her muscles and push down the pleasure that must have been building in her core. Then she teased her rival’s now spit-soaked asshole with her pinky, toying with the puckered flesh before using her tongue and licking it lightly in another escalation. Then she dove back into her rival’s sex with fingers and tongue. Maggie wanted to build her rival up slowly and then push her over the edge in a sudden burst of indulgence, but it was a risky game as her own pussy was sucked, licked, and given every drop of gratification as the erotic race continued.

But fortunately for Maggie, she wasn’t the only one struggling and amazed at her rival’s ability to hold on. Dorothy pressed her own throbbing down to her core again as the redhead ate her like a sex queen. She groaned in frustration, honey eyes wide at the incredible dripping pussy in front of her, of the pleasure she was fighting and her soaked t-shirt irritating her skin. She wished she had stripped nude as she felt Maggie’s covered breast push against her lower abdomen because she felt like her own tits could have given her some sort of advantage. Every few seconds, Dorothy twisted her body for a few seconds of rest before Maggie got back in her. Years, it had been years since a woman outside of her fiancé ate her like this, but she refused to lose, pressing the pleasure down again as she sucked Maggie’s exposed clit for a second, causing the redhead to let out a deep vibrating moan into Dorothy who groaned back with equal vibrance. She had beaten this bitch already; she had felt Maggie break and that meant something. She could do it again, she just had to keep eating.

As the battle continued for another two minutes, Maggie decided to roll them and get back on top, but it seemed the time of trading places with little resistance was over. Halfway through the roll, Dorothy stopped them and pushed back with a cry of desperation. “Ugh! No, you don’t!” The brunette groaned resting her head on Maggie’s tight and keeping her lips almost sealed on Maggie’s pussy.

“Yes, I do!” Maggie hissed back from an identical spot, but they stopped talking immediately and started sucking each other’s clits while also slowly fighting to get on top. Each jiggly ass was flexed forward, and their bodies swayed on their sides, bracing themselves with one leg and arm each on the car floor, pressing each other with what strength they could. Maggie wanted to yell, curse, but she couldn’t risk moving her mouth away from the wet pussy as Dorothy’s tongue went deep inside her. She continued to focus on rolling them and felt Dorothy’s leg shake, but it almost felt too easy when less than ten seconds later she felt the resistance drop, but she knew what was coming.

Suddenly, Dorothy’s legs locked around Maggie’s head once again but because they were on their sides this time Maggie was able to return the favor. Suddenly, they found themselves struggling in a dual headlock, gasping as their sweaty thighs crushed the other’s neck while freeing their pussies from the enemy’s tongue. They screamed in anger, determined to be the one to dominate this new muscle fight. They teetered back and forth, trapped, and began to strike out in anger and frustration toward the glutes for a hostile exchange of spanking. Using their full palms, each woman gave each other another round of good impacts on the other’s full ass cheeks but it did little to break the holds and instead just reddened their asses more so.

“Fucking bitch! Let go of me!” Dorothy groaned as she squeezed harder with her legs.

“After you whore!” Maggie gasped back, growing desperate to get back at her rival’s sex as the muscles in her legs burned. Thanks to the heat of the car, and their fight, sweat had exploded down their limbs making them slicker and forcing them to use more energy to keep their adversary trapped. This smoothness however allowed Maggie to turn her head and face Dorothy’s left leg still in the crush. Without any hesitation or worry of what door she was opening; Maggie bared her teeth and bit into the thigh of her rival in a sudden spike of aggression.

But she wasn’t the only one and seemingly this idea had occurred for Dorothy too who had also chomped down on Maggie’s leg in near synchronization. Low muffled shrieks filled the car as they each chewed the other’s inner thigh with the hope of freeing her trapped head. They weren’t piercing deep enough to do any lasting damage, but the horrible stinging continued as they held the other’s head between her sexy toned sweaty thighs.

Spank! Chomp! Both women again groaned as their teeth sunk lower into the other’s skin, and they slapped their rival’s incredible asses with fury. Cries of agony replaced moans of pleasure as seconds ticked on. Pain tolerance was tested but Dorothy’s earlier crushing had weakened her legs and her muscles burned out quicker with ache, mixed with the sharp sting of teeth. She howled after another fifteen seconds and her leg lock was broken, freeing Maggie’s head and her skin from the ginger’s teeth. Maggie gasped with a big breath of air and then wasting no time, shot back into her rival’s groin, quickly sucking her rival’s clit to return Dorothy to the unbearable state of arousal. A second later Dorothy bit Maggie again in the same tender spot, spiking pain into Maggie’s body but she held on and squeezed Dorothy’s head tighter with her concentrated thighs, keeping her wet pussy away from her rival as long as she could.

Dorothy let out a scream of frustration as she was squeezed by the pythons again and twisted the conjoined forms till she was on the bottom. Then, she bit down repeatedly over and over in quick succession until Maggie too finally released with a yelp, but the redhead had been back at her rival’s pussy for long enough to do some serious teasing. Maggie also now had the top spot and could gaze down at the twitching pussy of her rival. Dorothy shot up and went at Maggie’s pussy like a woman possessed, sucking and sticking her tongue in as deep as it could go, frantic to make up for any time lost.

Squirming on the floor the women continued their sexfight. There was no more defense, they only attacked, sloppy mouths versus vulvas in a duel to the finish. The slurping and squishing of labia could even be heard over the sound of their moans and twitching bodies. The women were a mess, faces plastered with cum and spit, asses red, and bite marks all over their groins and inner thighs. The sweat had soaked their white shirts to almost translucent and had dampened their hair in the humidity. This franticness went on for a hot minute as the sex ball was tightened. Dorothy was back on top, then Maggie, the car rocking with their timed rolls and yet they never let their mouths leave their rival’s pussy for even a second. They slammed into the side of the car trunk and Dorothy’s feet kicked Maggie’s book bag, sending the tomes out and to the floor of the car, but neither girl noticed nor stopped to check.

Maggie finally rolled the messy duo into one of the sides of the back of the car and solidified her hold on the desired top spot with no further resistance thanks to both women’s exhausted limbs. She decided to offer up her incredible heart-shaped ass to be slapped and fingered easier just to get a bit more of her weight on Dorothy’s sizzling body. Their shirts had become a second skin and were far more annoying than protective, but neither could waste the time to free themselves or their opponent of the garments. Dorothy was again leaning her head up and sucking Maggie’s twat with extreme talent, her lips around Maggie’s clit and three fingers inside. Maggie had her lips in a similar spot, but she still used her tongue to slurp and dig into Dorothy and use her fingers on her rival’s clit in circular motions. Just like their finger fight, the women were reaching a point of absurdity and surprise that their sex opponent had lasted so long in this duel. Their senses overwhelmed by the other's scent and taste. Absolution was building like an unshakeable earthquake, the fault line of their bodies ready to split from their groins and devastate every inch. Every lick brought a new pitch of groans, and they struggled not to hump the other’s face and allow themselves to be taken.

In fact, Dorothy couldn’t believe it…was this the same bitch from last week? She had expected the redhead to slowly break again, to show some weakness or hesitation after the week before, but after all the licking, tonguing, and sucking, this Maggie had not yet been fractured. And as she felt the strong wet tongue enter her lower half again, Dorothy was the one to let out a high-pitched shriek. It had been so long since she had gotten into such an intense fight, and this Maggie was…as good as she was at sex…and then a horrible thought filled Dorothy’s head, ‘She might be better!’ All the while, her enflamed clit got licked again, and Dorothy let out a second cry that vibrated Maggie’s pussy into the depths of her soul. ‘Not this…nerd…not my copycat!’ Dorothy thought with a fear of this imitation bitch beating her and taking that book. The freckled brunette seemed to no longer be able to push the pleasure down and her muscles were acting on their own accord. Her sexy hips started to furiously hump Maggie’s face from the bottom position where she suddenly felt trapped unable to roll or force the hot woman on top of her off.

“Fuck! Nooo! Please!” Dorothy wailed in the car, slapping Maggie’s big, freckled ass with a loud blow, and then started to suck the redhead’s sexy clit between her lips in desperation. But another spike froze her as Maggie added a wet finger into Dorothy’s asshole and the bottom nerd's body cracked under pressure, releasing Maggie’s clit in a long wail. This allowed a groaning Maggie to lift her ass and half her body off her rival using the remaining strength in her legs. The motion freed her pussy from Dorothy’s wet mouth for the first time in almost three minutes as Maggie braced up like a triangle, feet on the sides of the car and her open pussy dripping down on the scrunched freckled face of Dorothy. The honey-brown eyes were closed in desperation, all her focus on not cumming, ignoring the enormous sexual pleasure. She no longer could fight back; she couldn’t do anything except squirm.

“Oh my god,” Maggie whispered almost in disbelief that she had held on. Glancing down at the wet and eaten sex of her rival dripping with her spit, bite marks all over the inner thighs, made Maggie hungry to finish the job. Dorothy’s sexy legs were bending and snapping, her abs tensing, and her breathing was erratic as just the first signs the woman was doing everything she could to fight off her pleasure. The woman’s labia lips were squeezing in front of Maggie’s eyes, the enflamed clit pulsing with each thump of her heart. Dorothy was on the cusp of an insane orgasm, and now it was Maggie’s chance. She went back in but instead of attacking with wild abandon, she listened to her rival’s body, taking it deliberately with the thrusts of her tongue and her thumb teasing the clit with Dorothy’s humps. The brunette had just pushed her orgasm down and brought her face up to Maggie’s sex with a hard lick, but this change of tactics and the precise timing of Maggie broke her concentration again. She suddenly pushed Maggie’s hips from the bottom, trying to throw her off with the loudest cry yet.

“No fuck you! FUCK!” Dorothy wailed, desperate for any sort of break from her pussy being eaten with such hunger. Her toes had curled, and her claws dug into the pale skin of her rival’s hot ass as deep as they could go. She felt her honey eyes threaten to roll to the back of her head, because this redhead, this bitch, this fucking stalker was eating her flawlessly. Every inch of her sex felt found, the tongue touching her and pressing the nerves in her folds, the fingers toying her tight ass and clit like a lover. “Fuck me!” Dorothy cried and spanked the pale ass firmly while she reached and tried to rip her rival’s red hair to pull Maggie away, but it was too late. Her clit was sucked again in warm spit, and she screamed as her orgasm finally began, the incredible pleasure too much for her to hold. “Oh god!!!” Dorothy screamed the voice bouncing off the small walls of the car as the pressure and feelings spread and she lost control of her body. Maggie flexed her hips down and pressed her soaked pussy into Dorothy’s face, pinning it to the side and ending any chance of a retaliation suck. It might not have mattered because the bottom woman was cumming like a fountain, her body shaking wildly, rocking the entire car, and the woman on top of her wildly. The brunette screamed out and slapped Maggie’s ass hard, then clawed, then stopped and just held on as the pleasure took over.

Maggie moaned in ecstasy as she felt the defeat spread through Dorothy’s body, continuing to taste and tongue her hot sweaty rival with wild abandon and sucking up as much of the extra discharge that leaked out of the thrashing book nerd. Maggie wanted this bitch to remember this forever and kept going at the spasming pussy, also rubbing her wet sex into the side of her Dorothy’s screaming face for extra embarrassment. It was an extended and sizzling orgasm in the tiny car, and Dorothy let out another long cry, her back bent like a rainbow with every nerve in her body exploding, and then that was that and it was finally over. The passion and spasming ceased and Maggie slowly removed one wet finger from Dorothy’s ass and stopped sucking the shriveling clit in front of her, instead letting her thumb tease the dulling nerves through the final steps of the orgasm. “That’s right, I got you. You fucking cocky bitch, that book is mine.” Maggie hummed between gasps, letting her hips unflex and allowing Dorothy to twist her head slightly back, her left cheek splattered with Maggie’s sweet cum. The redhead had somehow held her orgasm increasing the growing humiliation for Dorothy, especially as her orgasm had lasted a good 20 seconds, even longer than Maggie’s two weeks before. Slowly, Maggie felt Dorothy’s body finish its final waves and with one last tiny lick to her rival’s beaten clit, Dorothy was finished.

The nerdy brunette collapsed with a loud slap of her bubble ass on the trunk of her car. “How…” She whimpered in between pants of breath at the shock of her sexual downfall. Her leg muscles were untensed allowing her limbs to slide down to the floor flat but still spread open thanks to the redhead’s looping arms around her thighs. Her whole body seemed to slacken, and with the top girl’s still flexed, Maggie had Dorothy completely pinned for a second of hot revenge.

The redhead caught her breath as she placed her hands on her rival’s hips and pushed up, stretching her lower back, and shaking her sweaty red mane behind her. Her big proud tits stood firmly on her chest soaked through the white blouse, pink nipples still fully erect and visible. “Fuck, yes.” She groaned still holding in her orgasm in the back of her enemy’s car. She licked her red lips tasting the sweet juice in and around her mouth, it was even tastier after winning, but she didn’t swallow any of it. She had other plans. Maggie then shifted up further and pressed her bubble butt down onto Dorothy’s fat tits in a reverse cowgirl pin for a few seconds, crushing the big mounds and earning a tiny groan from her rival. At the noise, Maggie looked around at Dorothy who had her left arm covering her honey brown eyes and was panting hotly. The other freckled nerd didn’t attempt to push Maggie off signaling her complete submission. The redhead almost chuckled at the sight and the difference two weeks made but quickly spun around to sit on Dorothy’s hips. Leaning down slowly she ran her breasts and still erect pink nipples onto Dorothy’s covered tits, feeling her mounds push into the defeated pair. Maggie dragged her body up on Dorothy until her face was directly in front of her rival’s, using one hand to pull the arm that was covering Dorothy’s face away. Their open eyes met, green dancing in victory, light brown quivering in defeat.

“Taste your cum, loser,” Maggie whispered with her mouth full of slush, mirroring what the bitch had said to her the week before. She squeezed Dorothy’s cheeks with her wet fingers and forced open her rival’s jaw, then she puckered her lips and let out a long, massive glob of spit and Dorothy’s cum directly into the loser’s mouth with taunting leisure. Dorothy groaned as the substance drooled into her maw slowly, connected to her rival by the line of slop for almost 10 seconds until Maggie pulled back again licking her pink lips mischievously and swallowing the tiny bit that remained on her tongue. Then she brought one wet finger to Dorothy’s lips, like she was shushing her until she ensured that Dorothy swallowed the mix and loudly gulped the cum down her throat. “Good girl.” Maggie teased and then her look went serious. “You can drop MY book back off at the other bookstore before next week, but I’m going to be honest, I think this is what I really wanted.” Maggie breathed unable to hide the truth while keeping her voice even. But she couldn’t help herself against this Dorothy woman in taunting a bit more at her. So, she leaned down, tilted her head and licked her rival’s mouth from one corner to the other as if she was sealing a letter and gluing her rival’s mouth closed with her spit and making sure the bitch didn’t speak or kiss back. Maggie tasted herself; her own discharge on her rival’s soft red lips, but she wiped her chops with a single finger to clean them and then rubbed it off on Dorothy’s wet shirt. Then with her hands near her rival’s chest, she filled her palms with Dorothy’s boobs over the soaked shirt and gave the covered tits a good hard squeeze, but that was enough she thought.

Dorothy had kept her arm down and was glaring at Maggie after the licking and squeezing of her features, the honey eyes flaring and the cute face blushing furiously rosy, even a tinge darker than Maggie’s had been after the bathroom fight. But the winner wasn’t really paying attention to the dangerous stare. Maggie had already shifted herself off Dorothy and was pulling on her skirt quickly while she stuffed her bra, thong, and stockings into the book bag. She wiped her hands and mouth clean using Dorothy’s leggings but felt herself shiver from the pressure in her groin as she moved. Fuck, she had been so close to cumming she thought, but refused to give the bitch a second of satisfaction of seeing her moan again. Then she noticed the escaped books that had been kicked out of the bag and with a hiss quickly stuffed them back in.

Then, she opened the side door of the car, making sure nobody could see Dorothy still lying down in the back. Pity for pity, Maggie thought. The cool air filled her lungs replacing the absolute murky sexual heat that had engulfed the car and it refreshed her greatly. Then she turned back, “Maybe you should practice with that ‘Fiancé’ of yours. You are good, but not in my league when it comes to sex. Sadly, like we promised, we won’t see each other again, so good luck with life.” Maggie said, then unable to stop herself, she reached in, took the discarded white bra and white thong as extra trophies, and slammed the door shut before Dorothy could protest.

With a cheeky smile, Maggie stretched her arms above her head as she walked back to her own green car with her books and two sexy trophies to add to her stagnant collection. Her curly hair was damp and messy, her clothes ruffled, but she had done it. She had gotten her revenge and beaten this other random book nerd, who she now knew as Dorothy in a sex fight rematch. Not only winning the book she wanted from two weeks back but avenging her sex as well, which felt even more important. The needy itch and hunger for a sexfight seemed somewhat satisfied, but there was a tiny little voice in Maggie’s head. A tiny voice that wondered, if Dorothy and she were so similar…would the brunette leave it like this? They had agreed as part of the terms that this was it, so Maggie considered the matter settled but she wasn’t sure. Maybe she had gone a bit far in her taunting and maybe she shouldn’t have taken the thong and bra. It was a very college thing for her to do…but it had just felt so right in the moment. It was fine she told herself, but she couldn’t fully shake the feelings of worry. Maggie had a gnawing suspicion both of them would lose it if they went at it fully. It could get very nasty and crazy if they got into a fight without their little loose civil terms. But Maggie shook her head. It didn’t matter, it was over. Sure, the woman could find her but…that would make her such a hypocrite after all words Dorothy had taunted about stalking. Plus, there was something prideful about women following through on sexfight promises, so that was that.

Maggie drove out of the parking lot lost in her own head, but if she had been a bit more careful or not thinking about Dorothy, she may have wanted to check the books again. Because back in the black car, Dorothy was sitting up in her soaked t-shirt and holding a small card, a library card, that had slipped out of one of the fallen books when she had kicked the bag in their fight. “Maggie Reynolds…ok, let’s play. You aren’t the only one who can stalk someone.” Dorothy hissed out loud to herself as she cupped one of her big breasts and flicked her own stiff nipple. Taking her phone, she typed in the name of the library on the card which brought up a city website a few hours away. Dorothy’s brown eyes glowed in anger, and she felt a rage that she hadn’t felt in a long time as sat in her humiliation and frustrating satisfaction. Clicking further through, she found a picture of the very redhead she had just fought outside the library building and plenty of info. But even more interesting was the gorgeous blonde woman smiling next to this Maggie in one of the photos. ‘The girlfriend huh?’ She thought. The other freckled bitch had won back her book in this little duel sure, but this was now a sex war between them. Dorothy let out a pant of lust as she eyed both Maggie and this woman, comparing them to herself and her fiancé before slipping the card into her purse. “This isn’t over, bitch. You still want that book? I’ll give it to you.” She said again to herself thinking about Maggie with a slow lick of her spit and cum covered red lips.

To be continued.

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Sorry it took so long and I hope you enjoyed this part. Maybe it was a little lite on the build up but I wanted more action in this part and more build up is coming. Dorothy! Maggie! The book war has begun with each of them taking a victory from the other. I think this is gonna be 5 parts maybe more but i don't wanna drag it. Anyway, till next time.

Part 3

“Finally!” Maggie gleefully cheered as the day she had circled multiple times on her calendar was finally here. Amber was back! These three weeks had somewhat flown by thanks to Maggie finding herself a new but now over rivalry, yet even then, she was very much ready for her girlfriend to finally be home. Frustratingly, she wouldn’t have the opportunity to be there when Amber walked in the door of their house thanks to it also being Maggie’s favorite Friday of the month, book club night. A club she had started almost a year ago and ran directly from her library in a way to bring more people from the community in. They voted for fun, current-topic books that the average reader was interested in and roughly read 4 chapters a session. So far, it had been a moderate success, but Maggie enjoyed it immensely. She averaged just around 10 to 15 people per book, some switching in and out, but the group was consistent enough to keep the club going and had generated some buzz in the small town as a community event. At around 6 PM, people started arriving one by one for the hour session.

“Hey, Maggie!”
“Hello, Miss Reynolds.”
“Good to see you!”

Maggie joyfully beamed and welcomed them all, catching up with the individuals and leading them to the familiar back corner of her library where a round set of chairs and bean bags were placed out in a circle. Fresh coffee was available, caffeinated and decaf, and an abundance of teas and cookies as the group caught up among themselves waiting. After the last person had arrived, Maggie took her spot in the circle and pulled out the book of the month, a cute rom-com that she did admit was a bit of a guilty pleasure of hers when she had selected it this month. Everyone started opening to the final four chapters, some looking sheepish because they clearly hadn’t read it, but Maggie didn’t care, she just loved talking about books and could fill in the gaps. “Okay! What a fun final couple of chapters, and what an ending! Now who wants…” Maggie started but was interrupted when the front door of the library bell dinged. Maggie looked up curiously, doing a quick count of the attendees but it seemed all the people who had joined with this book were already here. A new person? That was good but they wouldn’t be caught up in this discussion, Maggie thought.

A second later, all her questions were answered. A cute, freckled brunette wearing big black glasses peered over the side of a bookcase at the group. Maggie felt the blood rush out of her face as a slightly nervous-looking Dorothy popped her head out from behind the shelf, then stepped forward standing in the redhead’s library with a curious expression as she took in the group of people. She looked super pretty, and more professional than the week before and unironically wearing a very similar getup as Maggie was in her work clothes.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m late. Is this the monthly book club?” Dorothy asked looking around the circle, but her honey eyes lingered on Maggie for an extra-long second, “I got a little lost trying to find it. Is there room for one more?”

Maggie was dumbstruck, her voice lost. It had only been a week since their wet 69 duel that was supposed to have settled the score permanently between them! Maggie hadn’t even gotten a chance to go pick up her won book! So much for never seeing each other again, she thought bitterly, her intuition had been right that this Dorothy would refuse to let their issues end with another mini duel of sex. Luckily as she gaped stupidly at her rival, one of the usuals stepped in, “Yes! But we are done with this story so you might want to wait for the next book.”

The pretty brunette smiled pleasantly, “Oh, not a worry. I’ve read this one before and brought my copy! I love this story. It’s a good thing you post all that info on your website. I’m Dorothy Merin, but some of my friends call me Dot!”

“Yeah, good indeed,” Maggie mumbled to herself thinking about what other information was on that website that Dorothy might have found out. So, this is what it feels like, having someone come after you like this. It was slightly unnerving, and Maggie finally understood why Amber had become so aggressive all those years ago after Maggie had become the TA of the once-punk student. Once again, Maggie had started this ordeal, but this time, it seemed she wasn’t alone in being willing to do anything to avenge her body sexually. Dorothy looked more than willing to escalate the game, and now the freckled brunette seemingly had the edge in this hot conflict.

“Hi, Dorothy.” The group spoke in unison, and Dorothy waved sweetly as she slipped into one of the last open seats in the circle, pulling out her book and crossing her mesh stocking-covered legs in her short business skirt. The two women’s eyes met emerald green and honey brown, behind their glasses once again. A heated stare that was becoming far too familiar between the two book nerds.

“Welcome Dorothy, I’m Maggie Reynolds, the librarian here, it’s nice to meet you, and you are most welcome to join.”

“Oh Maggie, it’s so nice to meet you too. Your book list had so many of my favorites, I couldn’t wait to talk to someone as equally interested in these characters and stories as I am, I’m sure we have a lot more in common as well.”

“I’m sure.” Maggie replied frostily, then remembering where she was, “Ok, so let’s talk about chapter 20, the final, and the themes used.” She added, changing the topic and focusing on her job. It went well at first, and luckily some of the group did finish the book and joined the conversation actively with some good questions. Maggie at first tried to ignore the other book nerd and Dorothy was quiet too, reading along and nodding at some of the questions. But slowly she started bringing in a few topics of her own and Maggie begrudgingly admitted were exactly what she wanted to discuss.

“That’s a good point, Dorothy,” Maggie commented through gritted teeth at one particular observation. “But the theme really comes down to the two women agreeing.”

“Fair, but really it was about acceptance and a joint understanding.”

“Agree but I think you missed a key point.” Maggie shot back and then explained more in detail.

“Sure, that’s true, but you are also missing the meaning behind that!” And then Dorothy went into an even more detailed rebuttal. Over the next hour, the two women went back and forth in what was becoming a heated debate about the entire book and not just the final chapter. The group went quiet and most stopped taking notes and just became spectators.

Like a tennis match, heads went back and forth between the two attractive book nerds as they debated a romantic comedy like it was a historical bibliography. Theories, themes, character arcs, it was a fiery debate, and Maggie found herself both aggravated and fascinated that someone not only understood but had delved as deeply as she had. The Book Club had never had this much discussion and by the end, Maggie and Dorothy were slightly red in the face and breathing in frustration…and maybe even more excitement. The mental stimulation alone had them hot and bothered and tones of lust had seeped into their debate purposely or not. No one in the group had kept track, not even the two women involved, about which of them had scored the most points against the other. But it would likely be the talk of the town about how their sexy librarian and this hot newcomer, who gave Maggie a run for her money in both looks and conversation.

Before anyone knew it, the hour was up. Maggie blushed at what had just occurred and apologized to the group for dominating the conversation. Most just laughed and were even impressed as Dorothy gave a similar explanation. As the group left, Maggie overheard them mentioning how interesting the debate was, and how they promised to read the book and get more involved next time. A positive outcome from an annoying situation, Maggie supposed as she put on her best false smile and gestured them out. Dorothy was not among them. Once the bulk of the group was gone, and the front door locked, Maggie flicked off the main lights of her library, leaving only a murky glow in the back that was somewhat comparable to the ruddiness of Dorothy’s trunk that they had been fighting in the week before.

She marched back towards the circle of chairs, but Dorothy wasn’t there either. Now on edge, Maggie peered down each row searching for her rival in her library, but Dorothy wasn’t hiding. On the furthest row in the back, a familiar book in hand, stood Dorothy Merin, silently reading pages behind her glasses in the dim light.

“What are you doing here?!” Maggie hissed as she turned the corner alone with her rival, the tension in her body and the air equally as thick. Dorothy pushed up her glasses and placed the book, one of the three trilogy she had been searching for forever back into the rows before turning to Maggie, her arms folded across her impressive chest.

“Oh, just proving you aren’t the only one who can dig into someone’s life, find out where they work, and come to get back at them,” Dorothy replied with a smile, but her tone was dripping with venom. She then reached into her bag hanging on her shoulder and pulled out the green book that they had first fought for. “Don’t worry I brought this, better than you having to go all the way to that other bookstore, right? You can thank me later.” Dorothy teased again but Maggie wasn’t in the mood, her arms shaking at her sides at the audacity.

“You set the terms of our last fight and agreed that we wouldn’t see each other again, win or lose.”

“I SAID that YOU wouldn’t come back to my store again, I never said I wouldn’t come after you!” Dorothy hissed back though her voice did waver slightly.

“Semantics. You risked that outcome when you set the deal, and you lost after you came like a needy slut in your own car, but I guess YOU are the one who can’t live with your humiliation.” Maggie shot back.

“Shut up, you hypocrite. You started this after your loss coming for me…and now it’s my turn to come here and finish it.”

“What!? It was finished and you STILL came after me, so everything you said last week proves you are the hypocrite!”

“Yep. I am, just like you. Look at us, two hypocrites in a war of words and bodies.” Dorothy said plainly and shrugged, “And now I’m going to come after you until we settle this completely.” She added with a challenging tone and Maggie felt a terrible shiver of lust and anger spread through her.

“Well, I’m not fighting you tonight. I’m going home.” Maggie replied giving her rival a shrug of her own.

“Well, you can. But if you leave and I’m still in here, I’ll mess up your library, and I don’t want to do that, honestly, it’s cute. But if YOU are here, I’ll just mess up you instead.” Dorothy said evenly again but her glare hardened.

“How dare you.” Maggie hissed, the threat hitting home as she glanced at her rows of books.

“Oh, I dare. Just like you dared come back after me in my store, Maggie Reynolds, when you appeared like a stalker in my bookstore. Did you think I was going to let you get away with it? Let this inferior copy of me get the final word, the final lick? No chance.”

Maggie didn’t respond right away, but the words inferior copy cracked the last bit of her patience. The bitch was right, the woman was just doing what Maggie had done, so there was no point in denying it. It was stalker versus stalker then and she let a grin come to her lips. “So, you found my website? And how did you figure that out? Go back to the bookstore to ask my name? Sounds like you stalked me harder than I stalked you.”

“Hmph.” Dorothy rolled her eyes but pulled out a small book card that Maggie recognized. “You dropped this last week during our fight…so no, it was quite easy after I had your name and location. But don’t worry, I learned a lot more than just that.” The brunette teased but said no more.

“Shame on me then, but it doesn’t change the fact that I beat you and we agreed that it was over. Stalker.” Maggie repeated this as if they were once again debating a book, but her body felt heated in more ways than one. To add to this comment, she brought up her fingers in a V and licked between them making Dorothy hiss at the gesture.

“You are the last person who can throw that word around stalker!” Dorothy hissed though her voice cracked a little again. She looked slightly nervous, and Maggie guessed that maybe this stalking was a bit further out of her rival’s wheelhouse than she was letting on. It had certainly been a long time since something like this had happened to Maggie and the nerves in her stomach were flipping at the escalating situation.

“Well, that is what you are and now to make sure you understand. Firstly, I’m not giving you any books tonight or fighting you, and secondly, AS AGREED, you will leave that book you have there, right here.” Maggie ordered, pointing at the bag. Though in both her heart and pussy she knew without a doubt that Dorothy wasn’t about to listen or obey.

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave the book, if you beat me, of course. Because let me make sure you understand too Maggie. Firstly, I’m here in your library to get back at you, and that’s what I’m going to do. And secondly, I’m here to take that collection of yours for good measure.” Dorothy replied simply, dropping her bag on the floor. Then she daringly unbuttoned the two top buttons of her light blue button-up blouse, showing off her massive cleavage in a just visible lace navy blue bra. Maggie had not yet seen her new rival topless yet, but that did not seem to be long coming and Dorothy’s boobs looked as big and thick as they had felt on her stomach the week before.

“I think tonight, I’m going to strip you nude and leave you beaten on the floor of your own library. I think that’s good payback for my car, and I’m really looking forward to finally seeing your naked body.” Dorothy continued, but she didn’t strip anything else, and even left her heels on.

“Get out, or I’ll throw you out in nothing, Dorothy. Last warning.” Maggie spoke with such certainty that she almost didn’t recognize herself after all these years of keeping her wild self contained.

“I’m taking option B. Throw me out, if you can, of course,” Dorothy replied, stretching her arms over her head. “You and me…round three bitch. I’m here to give you a little taste of what’s coming to you.”

“Just a taste? Fine, but I don’t think you are going to want the full course after I give you this taste. I hope your fiancé is ready to come pick you up standing naked on the curb like some prostitute. Because I’m going to strip you bare whore and drag you out outside by your hair.” Maggie said while darkly smiling now, letting her long curly hair out of its bun, the thick red waves flowed down her back, and she gave it a shake. Then, she undid two buttons of her black blouse, making sure her own thick cleavage was just as prominent as her rivals. She even kept her brown glasses and shoes on like her rival. She looked hot today and she was glad she had chosen this slightly more professional outfit and done herself up a little for Amber. It looked like Dorothy had as well, and she watched as the other booked nerd reached up and let her long brown hair down, straighter than Maggie’s but equally as full.

“So, you want to strip me, and I want to strip you. I think that’s a good set of terms for this round. The weaker bitch will be nude first.”

“I’m not stopping after I strip you, Dorothy.” Maggie hissed, “I’ve dealt with plenty of women like you, and the only way to make sure they don’t come back is by beating them completely. Physically, and then sexually, till they submit.”

“You think you are the only one between us that has experience making other women fully sexually submit? If you think you have the time to fuck me down after stripping me, you are welcome to try, and I’ll fuck you back even harder. I’ll go as far as I need to go to make sure you understand which of us is the inferior and which of us is getting those books, once and for all.”

“You aren’t better than me, and you are NOT taking my books!” Maggie almost shouted. The threat to her records, her library, and even more so, her sexual skills gave her all the motivation she needed to meet this other stalker once again.

“Yes, I AM!” Dorothy nearly screamed back as the two women huffed in rage and words were lost. Then, slowly Maggie started walking up to Dorothy, taking each step in her heels with soft clicks on the carpeted floor. Dorothy pushed her bag to the side and stood there waiting at the end of the row for her ginger rival. A button-up blouse, a slightly too short business skirt, mesh and fishnet stockings, heels, and glasses, all items that Maggie was also wearing, that both women wanted to tear off their opponent until she was left bare and shamed.

Maggie came face to face with her rival, standing there at their equal height, their bodies a foot away from meeting for the third time in a month. There were a million things they could say, and many other options rather than get into a nasty catfight in her own library. But Maggie didn’t care, and she wanted this fight, just like Dorothy. So, instead of saying or talking it out, Maggie simply raised her hand slowly and slapped Dorothy right across the face. Dorothy let out a gasp, her face turned from the stinging impact, and she stepped slightly to the side with a hiss of pain. Then she stood up facing Maggie, her eyes brown eyes shaking and even a little watery. Then raised her own hand and slapped Maggie back hard, staggering the librarian with a sharp pain and loud ring as the redhead gasped but held her ground, green eyes teary. Then Maggie stood back up to her full height, and Dorothy glared at her daring her to continue which Maggie complied, bringing her right hand up in front of her mouth where she spit in it, coving her palm. Then, she slapped Dorothy again wetly, covering her rival’s face with the goo. Then it was returned, Maggie’s cheek given a splatter of Dorothy’s spit when the nerdy brunette slapped her back with equal measure. The impact also dislodged Maggie’s glasses slightly, but they remained on her nose slightly ajar. They went back eye to eye, their cheeks reddened and their stares fiery.

Already their rage was teetering on explosion as Maggie then lifted her left hand and gave a third slap to Dorothy’s other cheek, but she went high and purposely hit the brunette’s glasses sending them off her rival’s face to the ground, but she didn’t even have time to enjoy it when in a rage, Dorothy slapped Maggie with her own left, and sent the redhead’s glasses cracked and to the floor. But the brunette wasn’t done, and her wet right hand took hold of Maggie’s long red hair and the librarian gripped Dorothy’s brown in retaliation. It was on.

With screams of anger, they each took two full hands of the other’s long hair and began to pull back in their short heels, trying to drag her rival down the row of books by the roots of her scalp. They cried in frustration as they backed up, the red and brown strands becoming taut, pulling back and forth like a seesaw, their faces down. Dorothy released one hand of hair a few seconds later and stepped forward, swinging palms to the back of Maggie’s head. “Ow! Bitch!” Maggie hissed and caught her rival’s wrist with her left hand then with some skillful balance, she swung a foot at Dorothy but missed, the brunette just out of range from Maggie’s heel. Dorothy surged forward instead, slamming her body into Maggie’s, as they twirled in close contact, locked in a hair-pulling catfight. Spinning twice in steps, and avoiding the walls of books, they pushed each other down until they ended back in the reading circle a few meters away. Until Maggie stepped on a beanbag and fell, pulling Dorothy with her to the floor.

They started to grapple aggressively on the ground, locking arms and legs as they became a knot of anger and hate. Hair and clothes were used to pull each other close and force their opponent into more humiliating positions where they could be unclothed. Maggie could feel Dorothy’s muscles flex, a sexual body that was in competition with hers, to break hers or be broken. Their skin touched and burned, a mix of arousal, heat, and fury. “Still going to fold me like a pretzel bitch!? You seem pretty tied up!” Maggie growled.

“Not as much as you are whore!” Dorothy screamed back and first blood went to her. The brunette had reached up under Maggie’s skirt for her rival’s underwear but instead gotten a hold of the top of one of her tight thigh stockings. With a hiss, she pulled one of Maggie’s fishnet stockings down, rolling it at first but then tearing it with long streaks with her black nails the rest of the way. Maggie felt her rival do so and reached down, taking hold of the back of Dorothy’s shirt and pulling it up, trying to take the garment over Dorothy’s head, but wasn’t able to do so before they rolled apart. There was not even a second before they crashed back together face to face on their knees, but Dorothy had more momentum and took Maggie back down to the floor. They then went for each other’s clothes with a fiery passion.

In that second, they didn’t seem as interested in hurting each other as much as they did wanting to strip the other bare like they had promised to do. But it was no secret that a weakened, tired bitch was much easier to strip than a fighting energetic one. So, while the stocking tears did shift the fight slightly, they still both fought like hell cats to make the other submissive, using painful holds, clawing and slaps of skin, and even light biting as they rolled on the library floor in a mess of women. Both of Maggie’s heels went flying off, and one of Dorothy’s. Maggie then tore at Dorothy’s blouse, snapping each button but was only able to pull the cloth off her rival’s shoulders as Maggie heard her skirt zipper break. But fortunately for her, the lower cloth remained around her hips without Dorothy getting a good pull on it. They went on like this for a few minutes, breaking and snapping each other’s outer layer of clothes as they flopped and rolled on the ground, but this was just the start. Because until one had lost her inner layer, the tiny thongs and bras, then the fight would go on.

They came to struggle in the middle of the reading circle, Maggie holding Dorothy’s hair again, but the brunette was attempting to stand up for leverage. “Get off!” Dorothy hissed, clawing at Maggie’s arms and freeing her hair which flipped back. But Maggie switched and took hold of her rival’s skirt and pulled it hard down. To the surprise of both, the brunette’s skirt came off with the side zipper snapping instantly. “Hey!” Dorothy yelped in surprise, as her lower body was revealed, and she was now standing there in her tiny navy-blue thong and stockings. It was a small triangle in front, hiding the tiny shaved pubic hair that Maggie knew the bitch had after feeling it on her chin last week during their 69. But Dorothy got over it in a second and again attempted to stand, but the redhead shot her sexy legs around Dorothy’s hips to try and keep her down.

It slowed the rising woman but didn’t stop Dorothy who finally was able to win the standing position in front of her rival, then with a hiss Dorothy reached down and took the front joint of Maggie’s red bra with her right hand. The redhead tightened her pythons around the standing woman’s hips, her lower body off the floor though her upper back was still on the ground. “Fucking bitch!” She flexed her abs and tried to get hold of the brown hair again.

“Fuck you! Time for me to see those pathetic bags you call tits!” Dorothy groaned as she pulled back and up, dragging Maggie’s back slightly on the floor, the librarian’s red bra’s little sliver hooks bent from the pressure. Maggie struggled and flexed her abs bringing herself fully off the floor a few inches. Both of her hands landed on the navy bra cups under her rival’s open shirt, pink claws sinking into the lacy soft cloth that still protected the brunette’s puppies. They held this position for only a second, but Dorothy was unable to hold Maggie’s lifted weight. Before her stance broke, however, it was the clashing-colored bras that gave. Two light snaps and they tumbled apart with a scream, Maggie falling back to the ground with a thud, her legs releasing her rival and Dorothy stumbling back on one heel into a nearby bean bag. It was suddenly quiet after almost 10 minutes of grappling and wrestling against each other as the woman caught their breath with hands full each of a big prize. Maggie was holding Dorothy’s blue bra, the back strap broken, and Dorothy had Maggie’s red, the front bow torn and snapped in half. Their tits were now exposed, but Dorothy’s light blue shirt was still on her shoulders though every button was broken, and the cloth was hanging like loose drapes over her thick mounds. Maggie meanwhile was completely topless, her pink nipples erectly pointing slightly to the side from the floor.

“Only a little more till I leave you naked, baby.” Dorothy huffed with a sadistic grin, sitting up slightly in the beanbag in her torn and nearly ruined outfit. One of her boobs was revealed behind the hanging light blue shirt, a dark brown nipple equally as erect as the pink counterparts. Her black skirt was gone leaving her in only a navy blue high-waisted thong and one lightly torn black mesh stocking. Her remaining heel had been lost on her stumble too.

“You won’t be able to finish stripping me sitting over there, sweety.” Maggie taunted from the floor as she sat up and gave her upper body a shake, some sweat flicking off her big free boobs, “And you aren’t looking so covered yourself, nice little thong there.” She added though Maggie wasn’t much shielded herself. Her skirt zipper was broken but the piece of clothing was still on her hips hiding her red thong, and she still had both fishnet stockings on even though there were long rips and were hanging in multiple areas.

Dorothy didn’t respond and instead threw the ruined red bra out of the circle. She tried to sit up, but the beanbag made it difficult, and she sunk back for a second in surprise. Maggie didn’t have that issue from the floor however and she leaped at her stalled rival in the bag landing on top of her in a straddle. The honey-brown eyes went wide in as Maggie brought her hands down to slap her rival, but Dorothy caught them, and they struggled with their muscles as Maggie’s knees sunk into the bag as well.

“Get off!” Dorothy hissed in a slight panic as she wiggled her body under Maggie’s shifting the whole bag under them forcing Maggie down on top of her more so. The movement also caused the final drape to fall off and both her tits appeared in full, just under Maggie’s big pair that hung above them, held apart by their struggling arms.

“No!” Maggie shot back, forcing their limbs out to the side of the bag. Then she slammed her lips into Dorothy’s while simultaneously forcing her tongue into her enemy’s maw. This also finally brought their bare big tits into a messy mash for the first time as the undertones of exoticness came blowing up to the surface. The bottom brunette let out a groan feeling Maggie on top of her just as spit began to flow while her tongue sloppily dueled Maggie’s. But Dorothy turned her head a few seconds later breaking the spit flow, as her erect nipples found Maggie’s in the mess of their breasts.

“Can’t handle a little bitch kiss?” Maggie taunted sitting up slightly on top, their pink and brown nipples grazing by the tips, sending more and more shocks of desire in this new battlefield.

“Fuck you, you want a bitch kiss? Bring your mouth back down here and I’ll show you.” Dorothy hissed opening her mouth wide, lines of spit connecting her red lips and her tongue. She looked like a threatening succubus, willing and ready to suck a man’s cock dry. But what she really wanted right now was another succubus’s tongue to knot and toy with and one was right on top of her. Maggie opened her mouth wide too in an identical position and the woman’s lips aligned as if they were trying to swallow each other. The red and pink openings sealed wetly, and chaos erupted between their tongues without their lips getting in the way. They slashed taster to taster and then twisted like they were in an arm-wrestling contest to force the other slippery snake to the side. Eyes stayed open for a bit, watching for weakness as they wrestled to win any real progress except to turn each other on more. But meanwhile, they had slowly wiggled down the beanbag and Dorthy’s bare ass hit the carpeted floor. More secure, and wanting to escape the pin, Dorothy freed her hands and took two big handfuls of Maggie’s curly red hair ripping her rival’s head back, snapping their erotic wet kiss.

Maggie groaned as her hair was pulled, but more importantly, this curved her body and brought her tits right in front of Dorothy’s wet mouth. The honey-brown-haired woman latched on like a baby to the left pink nipple, sucking it hungrily. The redhead’s groan of discomfort became a deep moan of desire as her breasts were slurped. She had to escape as the pleasure threatened to distract her, already her clit pulsed with a sudden vibrance. Then she let out a second cry as her nipple was chewed for a second mixing the pleasure with agony. Maggie tried to push off, but her hands sunk into the bean bag and more of her tit was pulled into Dorothy’s mouth, her rival’s tongue lapping her nipple playfully.

Then Maggie screamed as she threw her body down on Dorothy, smothering her with her boobs. The impact and shock for Dorothy to release her rival’s breast and Maggie tried quickly to slide down and return the favor by sucking the other nerd’s boobs dry, but Dorothy wasn’t done. As Maggie tried to shift Dorothy flexed her abs and hips, bumping Maggie off her, and then tackled the redhead to the floor in front of the bean bag.

Dorothy tried to straddle her rival, but Maggie forced them flat on the floor as they twined their legs in a more nude cat ball. Their sizzling sweaty forms felt amazing and both women struggled not to start fucking this attractive stalker into a puddle. And Maggie knew she wasn’t the only one because the hot panting in her ear only turned her on more. But Maggie still felt like fighting and when she was on top next, she swayed her breasts once again above her rivals.

“Don’t have that sweater or shirt to protect you this time!” Maggie groaned while dragging her big spit-covered tits up and down Dorothy’s who cried out as her molds were squished and pressed by the erotic sweaty pair above her.

“BITCH! You’re the one who needs the layer!” Dorothy cried as she took hold of the red mane and twined their long-toned legs tightly, skin touching with only some tatters of stockings separating them. Then Dorothy rolled them as Maggie snarled and slapped her rival’s bare ass. “You’re the one who needs that thick bra bitch!” Dorothy added as she leaned up just a bit and crushed her thick breasts into Maggie’s full-sized pair on the bottom, the two meaty breasts flopping and squishing becoming firmer as they mushroomed together with groans.

Still, the tattered pieces of clothing hung on by threads to their bodies. “Ugh! Slut!” Maggie moaned as Dorothy’s sharp nipples ran up on her sweaty skin. But she got no other words as Dorothy’s mouth sealed on hers and a renewed tongue war started in an aggressive makeout. As they kissed Maggie felt one of Dorothy’s hands take hold of her high-riding skirt. There was nothing she could do if she wanted to get back on top of her rival and on the next roll, her short skirt was broken off and left discarded in the reading circle. They rolled twice more only in their tight skimpy thongs and one opposite stocking on each leg with nothing else.

They separated for a second when they reached one side of the circle, Maggie rising quickly to her knees as she took hold of Dorothy’s wrists, but her rival rose in time to meet her. The two stacked women clashed chest on chest with another meaty blow, the bouncing breasts crushed and squished tightly in a bear hug, wrapping their arms around each other.

“I feel how weak you are slut!” Maggie growled as they again muscled each other back and forth on their knees in the circle. Nipples bent and dug, thighs touched, and stomachs grazed as they clashed chins in the embrace.

“Stronger than you!” Dorothy hissed, and this time she overpowered her rival and slammed Maggie down to the floor with a light toss, but the redhead started kicking at her rival until she was away and back on her knees. Then they squeezed into another bearhug clinch once again with the same goal. Maggie and Dorothy fought like this for another 5 long minutes, dragging minutes where the winner of their short bouts was the one who could throw the other to the floor and stretch her rival’s thong. Outside of the sudden kisses and nipple pinching as they wrestled in the near-nude, somehow, they kept their carnal desires checked. Ignoring the leaking cum through the soaked small thongs, they kept it far more aggressive than sexual as they pushed and threw their sexy rival.

Three more rounds of this bear hug-throwing contest left Maggie and Dorothy breathing heavily and wearing nothing but their looser skimpy panties, tight pieces of cloth made of strings, some gold loops, and tiny triangles around their womanly hips. The rest of their fishnet and mesh stockings were gone, and only the ruby red and navy azure thongs remained. The sight of the two sensual nerds facing off in them would any man or woman pant in heat. They remained in the middle of the reading circle, standing now and moving slowly in a loop, the empty chairs acting like an audience for the final event of one of them being stripped bare completely.

“You’re just a cheap copy of me, just like that last little piece on your hips. An inferior brand and easier to tear off.” Maggie breathed her voice full of anger, lust, and thrill.

“No, you are. And that’s why I’m not going to peel that final red thing off your body. I’m going to rip it off, shred that pathetic material, and show you that it is nothing compared to the real thing. Me.”

“You really think so?” Maggie asked with a hiss.

“I know so…stalker,” Dorothy replied with a dark smile and a lick of her lips.

“Fuck you, stalker,” Maggie said hatefully and the sweaty nearly nude women jumped at each other swiping fingers at each other’s tiny pieces but missing, then backing off and circling each other again far more carefully.

“Going to be so embarrassing for you when I have you standing outside in the cold, begging to be let back in.” Maggie teased as she circled her rival. “Then the real fun begins when I make you submit sexually.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll be the one locking you out naked of your own library. The whole town seeing their public servant standing nude on the corner, crying out to be let back in, just so I can finish the job by fucking my stalker till she is finished.” Dorothy panted, as she glanced down at the ruby thong, “Only one little piece left till you are bare bitch, and it’s looking loose.”

“Please, your little blue piece is hanging on by single threads. One more tear and my stalker will finally be exposed.”

“Well, which stalker will be exposed? One of our thongs is definitely inferior to the other, just like one of us is inferior.”

“Accurate and it’s up to us to find out which is which, and who deserves those books.” Maggie finished and Dorothy nodded slowly in agreement as the redhead rolled her shoulders. She was sore everywhere, from her head to her feet, and every place in between where Dorothy had clawed, slapped, and even bitten over the span of almost a half hour. It had been an intense catfight and Maggie honestly couldn’t believe she was still going. Good thing she kept in shape, working out for these exact scenarios.

The idea of a hot sexfight was still pulsing in her clit behind the triangle of ruby, but her desire to win this strip fight allowed her to ignore the desire for now. At least she had given her beating as good as she got, Dorothy was a mess…a hot erotic mess. So far it had been an equal fight but one would win and one would lose. Two almost nude queens and Maggie could also sense that the woman was equally just holding back the sexual torrent that had been intensifying their entire fight.

In truth, Dorothy’s tits were equally sore from the grinding and mashing on Maggie’s pair, and her pussy tender from the constant wedging the two of them had applied in their attempt to not strip but tear their thongs off their rival’s sweaty form. Luckily for both, the triangles had dug a few more times into their inner thighs rather than deep in their labia as they had at first. And even now the two pieces were nearing the breakage of their final threads. Slowly now, Maggie moved forward, and Dorothy came to meet her as well. They met in the middle, slapping at first, and gripping each other in a dual headlock, trying again to throw each other down once again for the last time.

They flung back and forth, long hair flying, tits bouncing and jiggling widely in a spur of final adrenaline. But the nerdy brunette had a bit left, and Maggie screamed as Dorothy threw her down to the floor on her side. The redhead tried to roll and kick but Dorothy was already on top of her, straddling her back, pinning Maggie with her big ass on her rival’s lower back. Maggie hissed as her rival’s big tits pressed softly into her back while her hair was pulled harshly on the floor.

“You lose!” Dorothy cried sensing her near victory, reaching down and again taking the back red triangle in her hand. She pulled the already weakened thong up, deeper into Maggie’s ass from behind. “Bitch, get off!” The bottom girl cried in light pain but more fear as she felt more threads start to snap. Her anger dulled the pain and surprisingly, Dorothy released the stretched red for a second, snapping it lightly back on Maggie’s back, but she didn’t dismount Maggie, instead, she spanked the juicy pale ass hard and then clawed it for good measure. Maggie could feel the sticky damp spot on Dorothy’s thong rub up on her ass while the nerd rode her and ripped the red thong up again into her ass. The tiny strings disappeared completely between Maggie’s thick sexy ass cheeks again. The pain shot into the ginger, but it was overwhelmed by the fear of losing as Maggie felt the threads snap one by one on the connecting points of her thong. She refused to be the first naked, not while that brunette slut had her thong on. That’s all that mattered now. She raged, and rolled them, putting her on top of Dorothy though they both faced the ceiling. One of Dorothy’s hands filled with Maggie’s left tit and the other reached in front of Maggie and pulled the thong up again, splitting Maggie’s pussy.
“Give up bitch!” Dorothy hissed into Maggie’s ear.

“Never!” Maggie groaned back as she turned her quickly and slammed her mouth into Dorothy’s. Wet tongues swirled quickly before Maggie bit her enemy’s bottom lip with a bit extra force to draw out a squeal of pain. The brunette released both the tit and thong in surprise as Maggie bridged her body and then dropped her whole weight onto the front of her rival. Their sweaty bodies slapped together, and Dorothy let out a groan, allowing Maggie to roll off her. The brunette then went to roll away, but she was slow as she tried to re-fill her lungs with air. But Maggie wasn’t bucked and before Dorothy could complete the roll, the redhead was on her.

Maggie sat on Dorothy’s upper back facing her rival’s ass, the bottom book girl crying out as Maggie took the blue thong and jerked it up between the equally thick cheeks of her enemy. “Looks like it is your loss whore!” The freckled girl hissed as the navy vanished between the glutes while Dorothy wailed out frustration and ache. When the thong didn’t snap, Maggie then took both hip strings and pulled them apart, causing less pain but the thong strings were stretched to the limit. No thong was built for the pressure they had been applying that night, and it was a slight miracle that they had lasted this long anyway.

But Maggie’s ass was now near Dorothy’s head and the bottom girl desperately reached behind and the side string of Maggie’s thong with her nails. She pulled at it forward with her triceps, nowhere near applying the same pressure Maggie was putting on the navy but the red thong was already almost broken. Maggie screamed and released as she felt the material stretched again, slapping her rival’s hands away but Dorothy caught the redhead’s wrist and with a good buck, sent Maggie off her to the side. Dorothy spun and, threw wild kicks forcing Maggie away, who landed a heel or two as well.

They rolled apart a few feet and Maggie somehow still felt her red thong dangling on her hips, but she had also failed to tear Dorothy’s off. It was so close, but she didn’t have time to rest or think of a new strategy because Dorothy was crawling at her with a frantic look on her face, her brown hair messy and wild. Maggie went to her knees and crawled right at her rival too, meeting her shoulder to shoulder in the center of the reading circle. They muscled each other while their hands went forward and took the final two strings each on the other’s hips, their big sexy asses in the air in a downward dog position, tits swinging under them begging to be milked.

“Slut. I have you.” Maggie moaned, nipping Dorothy’s ear.
“You’re finished after this.” Dorothy hissed, returning the nip, and then sucking her rival’s ear lobe for a short second.

They groaned as they exchanged words and attempted to split each other in half again, feeling the string's elasticity again falter and start to give as they dug into their cunts. Then Dorothy rose on her knees and Maggie matched just in time to crash full breasts on breasts, the minuscule threads on their lower halves digging into sensitive flesh bodies, splitting their pussies and asses. Their hands and arms looped around each other on their knees, aligned perfectly and only kept apart by the size of their chests, and were almost too sore to press flat further in another round of mushrooming. They again took the backstrings, knowing that it was close to ending, knowing one of them was about to lose. They screamed in unison, both in pain and thrill. Sweaty bodies splattered as one, but the pitch of Maggie’s scream seemed to go slightly higher than her rival. Maybe Dorothy flexed her muscles a little stronger, or maybe Maggie’s red thong was indeed inferior in make to the blue, but whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. Because time stopped for Maggie as the lacy skimpy thong, the one she had picked out just for Amber’s return, was finally ripped from her body. It snapped apart in multiple areas, breaking on her hip and snapping apart in the area covering her ass and pussy, allowing it to be fully removed by a single final pull by the honey-browned rival.

Dorothy cried out in sudden triumph as she succeeded while Maggie’s eyes widened in shock. The pain ended but the humiliation tripled. The redhead’s hands were still occupied with the navy thong, but even half torn and holding by a thread on all three sides, it was still on the other nerd’s hips. But Dorothy’s hands were now free, and while holding the red ruined lace of her left, she slapped Maggie’s face roughly with her right as firmly as she could from their face-to-face position. The impact sent the librarian down on her back with a shriek of pain as Maggie landed naked on her back in front of Dorothy after losing her grip on her enemies’ last bit of armor. Her pale legs spread wide; her wet and aroused pink pussy was exposed in front of the kneeling Dorothy. Maggie was completely nude in front of her rival for the first time, and she felt nude, more nude than normal. The fact that her rival had successfully torn every piece of clothing off her amazing body while that damn navy thong had remained on the other woman brought a new level of shame.

“Got it, you inferior bitch.” Dorothy huffed with a tired but satisfied smirk, and she stood on shaky legs, her lacy blue thong half on her hips, and sliding down one, but it was more than what Maggie was now wearing. “How does it feel to be stripped by the better woman!?” Dorothy continued with a hiss, swinging the torn red thong overhead and then she threw it to the ground and stepped on it. “Who is the prostitute now?! Don’t you have a corner to work!?” She taunted as Maggie’ looked up over her spread legs and slightly hanging chest. Sweat was dripping down her face and body in waves. The nude wrestling had turned her on immensely, and though she had lost another battle, the war was still on.

“Fuck. You!” Maggie spat, with a deadly glower that would even make Amber cower. She didn’t care that she had technically just lost the strip fight they had set. This night was just starting as far as she was concerned. Now she going to roughly disrobe this bitch in return and fuck her to settle which of them was the better and which one the more inferior woman. Maggie was already sitting up, ready to pounce like a cat and Dorothy looked ready to meet her with claws and sex when a ringing filled the rows of books around them.

“Oh, no,” Maggie whispered frozen in place, her rage still bubbling but a new fear appearing in her heart. On the ground near the circle of books, her phone was vibrating with a name and photo of a beautiful blonde woman appearing on the screen, “Amber!” She gasped remembering where she was supposed to be, and it was NOT fighting this stalker nude in her library. Dorothy looked confused for a second at why Maggie looked panicked but glancing at the phone, she recognized the blonde, and a small smirk came to her red lips. Then when the redhead lunged for her phone, the near nude Dorothy snickered, “Oh, is your girlfriend calling? Looks like you are too busy to continue right now.”

“Fuck you. Stay right there Dorothy,” Maggie growled pointing at her rival, she was torn between tackling Dorothy back to the ground and answering the phone. If she ignored Amber, the blonde would worry, and she might drive over here and that would be bad. Maggie was already almost an hour late, and hadn’t messaged her, “Damn it.” Maggie hissed and hit the green button. “Amber! Hey!” Maggie gasped as she put the phone to her ear.

“Hey Mags, where are you? I was hoping you would be home after book club?” Amber asked right away, her voice tittering with annoyance but there was a layer of exhaustion that Maggie instantly picked up on.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe. I had to do some extra work after, and it went long.” Maggie lied biting her lower pink lip angrily that she had to put herself in this position. Glancing up at her rival, Dorothy was quietly laughing at her while shaking her head! The bitch.

“Oh, ok. Will you be home really late? I’m just going to order food. I’m exhausted after the plane ride.” Amber replied sounding more relaxed at the explanation but still as tired.

“Umm, like half an hour, maybe a bit more?” Maggie spoke without thinking, her focus on Dorothy who looked surprised at the time comment, but then the nearly nude girl shrugged. Maggie tilted her head in confusion at what that meant, but Dorothy started picking up her scattered and torn clothes! Maggie hit mute, “What are you doing!?” She hissed, and Dorothy looked up at her as she pulled on her ripped shirt and tied it around her breasts. “You seem busy, guess we will have to continue this another time…I did already get you nude too, so I won this little bout anyway. I’ll be keeping the book and taking one of the three from the series.”

“No!” Maggie hissed again but then had to turn her attention back to the phone as Amber had finished speaking.

“Maggie, are you there?” Amber asked, the annoyance seeping back into her words.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Trying to run a spreadsheet and talk at the same time and struggling with both.” Maggie spoke with a fake laugh, trying to focus on the conversation but her eyes flared when Dorothy walked down the row of books, pulled the first book in the series off the shelf, and dropped it into her bag.

“Ok…” Amber replied unconvinced. “Well, I’m guessing you are okay with Thai? Text me when you are close.”

“Yes, ok, I will. I’m sorry I’m in a panic but I can’t wait to see you.”

“Yeah, I have missed you too,” Amber replied sweetly, and then she hung up. Maggie nearly threw her phone down as she looked up to continue her fight with the other nerd. But Dorothy was somehow already dressed in her tattered clothes! And even worse, Maggie noticed ALL her own clothes that had been on the ground were gone as well. All that remained was Maggie’s bra and her green eyes had to watch Dorothy pick it up and place it in the bag as well.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Maggie yelled but Dorothy just flipped her off and turned away from her. Her skirt was dangling on her hips and the stretched navy thong strings were visible as Dorothy had pulled it high-waisted to keep it on.

“You took my bra and thong last week, I’m just returning the favor, 10-fold.” Dorothy ended with a snarky hiss.

Maggie dropped her phone too the floor and started moving towards Dorothy, but she was too late. Dorothy was briskly walking ahead of her and reached the entrance of the library with Maggie a few steps behind. The nude woman jumped after her, but as she turned the corner in the dimly lit library, Dorothy reached the front. Then, the freckled brunette did the unthinkable and flipped on the bright lights. “Wait!” Maggie yelled at the last second, but she was too late again. The room illuminated and the windows became clear. Anyone outside of the library in the night and walking on the high-street could easily see into the building and get a full view of a completely unclothed Maggie standing there. With a loud cry, Maggie flung her exposed body behind the closest book row to hide from any potential eyes just in the nick of time. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She hissed but only laughter was returned.

“Oh, don’t want to come out Maggie? Don’t want everyone to see you?” Dorothy taunted at the entrance with her bag of goodies in hand. Revenge felt amazing and she was enjoying this more than she should have.

“Turn off the lights again and I’m happy to keep this going. You will not get away with this.” Maggie yelled back, and she glanced around the corner where Dorothy was leaning on the front door, hair up in a messy ponytail. Her clothes were wrapped around her chest…it looked more like rave outfit than one she had been in before, but it was a lot more than Maggie had.

“I think I will. And, no thanks, we agreed that our fight was to strip each other, right? Well, I got you nude first, so I won. But I’ll give you credit, you do have a great nude body, You’re 32, right? Same here. Another annoying thing we have in common. But a warning, you should stay hidden because there are people outside.”

“Why the warning?” Maggie asked confused.

“Because I have other ways to humiliate you planned,” Dorothy replied and Maggie could hear the smile on the whore’s mouth.

“You bitch.” Maggie hissed looking back and forth for a plan to get to Dorothy without being seen, beat her in 10 minutes, and then get home to Amber. Pretty much impossible but Maggie wasn’t thinking logically right now. She began to move around the bookcase to the far wall, but it looked like Dorothy wasn’t planning on waiting for Maggie to reach her.

“We aren’t done Maggie, but I don’t want to steal all your time from your girlfriend. I’ll see you soon, very soon. I think we both know that this only ends when one of us has all the books, and the other…the other is dominated and humiliated, entirely.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Maggie spoke loudly, a rush of emotions flowing through her as the next terms were set. A rivalry, unlike one she had had in years. It felt good, and bad, all mixed into one confusing sexual emotion.

“Good,” Dorothy replied but she didn’t say anything else. Turning, she left the library with a cheery giggle and a ring of the door. She had gotten back at that ginger bitch, but this was the appetizer. The main course was next, and she would make sure that Maggie would regret coming after her. She would regret coming back for her book, and regret thinking that she could ever beat Dorothy in anything. The brunette felt her clit tingle, her pussy drip and she let out a heated breath out of her nose. Next time she wouldn’t stop at just stripping Maggie. That would only be the start. Next time, Dorothy would finish her rival for good. She would fuck that nerdy bitch with her tongue, her fingers, and of course her pussy. Until Maggie was finished, when the librarian would cry out her submission, till she begged and accepted her inferiority. Dorothy considered herself a good person, but in times like this, she was ready to be cruel. And for the first time in a long time, she had found a new rival willing to push back.

As Maggie heard her rival leave, she let out a frustrated sigh. The bitch indeed did keep the lights on, leaving Maggie nude, alone, and somewhat stuck under a table now that she had reached the end of the row. “That bitch!” Maggie groaned but now she had no time to waste or she would get an even worse scolding when she got home.

Firstly, she had to get these lights off or the entire talk of the town would be about the local librarian walking around butt naked at night, which was not the headline she wanted to see in the town paper. Under the table in one corner of the building, Maggie put her body flat on the carpeted floor and began army crawling naked slowly, right next to the front wall, directly under the windows in which some people may have been passing by. Maggie crawled almost 15 yards until she got to the entrance with a huff as her sore body yearned for rest. She loved her big boobs but, at this minute, the big jugs were far more annoying and getting in the way as they lightly dragged on the floor under her. They would have to make up for this when they smashed Dorothy’s jugs flat, she told herself. She then froze as she heard a few people pass by above, and Maggie just had to hope nobody looked in too closely and saw her big, toned ass just under the window. Then, when it was quiet she made the jump up, as fast as she could and hit the light switch. Flick.

Darkness engulfed her and Maggie let out a gasp of relief as she ducked back down and crawled on her hands and knees back towards her desk until she was confident enough to stand. As she moved, she felt her pussy drip once or twice, still wet from the excitement and exoticness of the strip fight. Another half-loss, she thought bitterly but these games were growing old. No more only fingers, no more only tongues, no more clothes. Next time Maggie had that bitch alone, they were going all out she told herself with a thrill in her stomach.

But that was for next time. It had taken 3 minutes just for her to get the lights off, so now she had less time to figure out a plan to get to her car because she was still totally naked. Gym clothes! She had a pair here, yes! Maggie thought with relief as she rushed to her desk and was able to pull out some leggings and a sports bra…but no shoes, or socks…not great but better. She would have to think of some crazy explanation for Amber if the blonde questioned her about her book club outfit…and not having any underwear on. But at least she could get to her car without worry. She messaged Amber that she was just leaving and only got a thumbs up in response. Not great and took away the option of stopping and buying a random new set of clothes. Time was of the essence. Driving home quickly, Maggie took a few more minutes outside to clean up her hair and check for any signs of her catfight. There were a few and she was sore…so she had to hope that Amber wasn’t in the mood, rare, but…maybe the travel would have taken a lot out of her girlfriend.

In the morning Maggie could leave early before Amber woke up and get some extra hours for her sore body to rest and heal. It was her only hope or she had a lot of explaining to do right now. With her breath held, Maggie turned her key and entered her and Amber’s shared home.

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To Be Continued

Sorry, it took so long.
Another part, another fight, these two have fought more than most girls of my stories already haha. Not sure the catfight worked well but hopefully you enjoyed the strip fight as it was. More to come between these too, and way more sexual. Hope you enjoyed. Cheers.
Part 4

Somehow, Maggie had been lucky. Very lucky. Getting home far later than she had promised, barefoot, and in half gym attire would have been difficult to explain under normal circumstances, but Amber was very tired that night. Her girlfriend had stayed up waiting and instead of questioning the librarian’s outfit, the blonde had simply pulled Maggie to the couch to cuddle as soon as the redhead was in the living room. For a few minutes, Maggie forgot all her problems snuggled up next to her girlfriend. Amber wasn’t much of a cuddler unless it was post-sexfight, so whenever the blonde was the one to initiate a random snuggle session, Maggie jumped at the chance.

With Amber nuzzled into her, Maggie relaxed, letting her girlfriend talk about the trip and details of what she had been up to. But the blonde’s brown eyes were already fluttering closed on the edge of sleep less than a few minutes in. Just as Maggie started catching her girlfriend up on everything in her life, Amber had passed out and Maggie let out a sigh of relief. At least she didn’t have to explain everything tonight, she thought. Honestly, having Amber back made Maggie consider giving up the fight with Dorothy, but it seemed it was out of her hands now.

Dorothy was definitely coming for her, and Maggie couldn’t deny she wanted to finish this conflict too. She wanted those books, and now more so wanted to sexually beat and humiliate Dorothy in the worst way. It had been so long since Maggie had felt like this, her wild self in control, a real sex rival determined to conquer her. It was a dirty thrill that Maggie relished, one she had kept in check for far too long. Now she just had to move fast and get ahead of this stalking game. As she got ready for bed, she did more research on Dorothy, finding out where the nerdy brunette went to school, going through her new rival’s socials, and any of the woman’s friends that weren’t on private. She copied and wrote down every piece of info the internet had on this other book girl and started to lay out her growing plan. She noted that one beautiful woman posed with Dorothy in more photos than any other. “The fiancé…” Maggie breathed, eyeing the woman smiling next to Dorothy in what looked like a bridesmaid dress. She had a darker shade of almond skin and short black curly hair in a bun. Her body, at least from the photo, was eye-bulging in all the right places. She had an elegant and pretty face with red lips. Next to her was Dorothy in a cute but unflattering flower dress that Maggie knew was hiding the other nerd’s matching body.

A wave of jealousy flowed in her as she viewed the partner of her rival. They were a really hot couple Maggie begrudgingly admitted, and she struggled not to compare this new woman’s body to Ambers. She knew why it bothered her so much, but she didn’t want to think about it because it was an itch that was impossible to scratch on her own. Fiancé was a higher rank than girlfriend, and it crushed Maggie that Dorothy had something she wanted, something beyond the books or sex. Maggie had not brought up that big relationship step with Amber before because even after 8 years, there were topics that Maggie still felt trepidation discussing with her girlfriend. And moving forward in their relationship was a big one. She often had to wait for Amber to broach a subject like moving in together, or opening a joint bank account, and so on. It was always Maggie wanting but holding back until Amber casually mentioned it once or twice. But Maggie was starting to wonder if the blonde would ever even open discussion on that big step, or if it was on Amber’s radar at all. Her girlfriend seemed very content to just stay as girlfriends and the good life they had built around each other. It should have been enough for Maggie too, but it wasn’t. And now the idea of calling Amber her girlfriend while Dorothy got to use the word fiancé with her partner, was enough to make Maggie yearn even more for a ring on her finger.

But she pushed that type of desire out of her mind. There was no point dwelling on it while it was her turn to go after Dorothy. She wanted to go back to the woman’s place of work, Pages, and jump the bitch there. The only issue was that tomorrow wouldn’t work. She had to spend the night with Amber, or the blonde would begin to get very suspicious. Maggie didn’t want this secret rivalry to end…not yet. She would just have to wait till Monday which was fine because she very much doubted Dorothy would go after her in back-to-back days after their strip fight.

Inevitably though, the next day Maggie kept a sharp eye for her new rival, but Dorothy didn’t appear again in the library. By the time Maggie got home Saturday evening, she had had enough of this woman rattling around her brain. The catfight with Dorothy was still boiling her blood and her body was still sore. She had decided on the way home to tell Amber about everything to at least get some advice on what to do on Monday. It would be good to talk it out and maybe get talked off this ledge she felt ready to jump from. The scolding would be bad, but it would be better than keeping it in or making the inevitable discussion with Amber less intense if she comes out with it. “Hey Amber! I’m home!” She called out as she entered her house with a relaxed sigh. Her bag dropped to the floor as she rolled her shoulders free from the tension.

“In the living room,” Amber called back, and Maggie felt a natural smile come to her lips as she headed down the hall. She was going to jump Amber right now, and unless her girlfriend had a REALLY good excuse, Maggie was planning for a little girlfriend on girlfriend sex fight right on the couch. But it would have to wait, and her smile didn’t last because as she entered the living room, she halted, green eyes wide because there sitting on her couch sipping tea across from her girlfriend was Dorothy.

“Welcome home Mags, you forgot to tell me you had invited a friend over. I was not ready when she showed up!” Amber complained as she stood up and hugged her girlfriend tightly, maybe a bit too tightly. Maggie was at a loss for words for the second time in almost 24 hours, her eyes not leaving the guest who was looking at her with a level stare but there was taunting laughter behind slightly broken black glasses and honey-brown eyes once again.

“Oh, yeah…sorry Amber. I was just so excited about having you home, that I forgot I mixed up the days. Dorothy here was coming by to borrow a book and catch up but ugh, I was so busy at work that I left the novel at the library. Sorry about that Dorothy, I know you came a long way.” Maggie replied quickly, playing the part coolly.

Dorothy smiled sweetly while there was a flash of intrigue behind her eyes like the game between them was only getting more interesting by the second. She seemed to have guessed what Amber knew and what she didn’t, but Amber being here meant she was not about to start something, Maggie guessed as well. “Oh, no worries! It’s just nice to finally meet your girlfriend. You talk about her at the book club so much that I feel like I already know her.” Dorothy replied and Maggie gave her a small nod, trying to hide her anger and the sudden discomfort in her own house.

“Cute. I wonder what else she says about me and to who?” Amber lightly laughed mischievously, glancing at Maggie with knowing eyes, “Well, I’ll go get some snacks and brew a bit more tea, it’s your favorite Maggie. I’ll be right back.” The blonde spoke naturally, as she walked towards the kitchen in her black yoga pants and a same colored loose t-shirt. The blonde’s incredible ass seemed to bounce behind her and both nerds got a quick glance at the beautiful woman’s behind. “Thanks, and sorry again for just showing up!” Dorothy replied sweetly looking back up as Amber just waved her off. Maggie watched her girlfriend go and gulped when her girlfriend’s dark brown eyes shot her a sudden expression that could only mean one thing from the ice queen, ‘You. Are. Dead.’

But Amber said nothing else before she slipped into the kitchen and out of sight. Dorothy was up off the couch in a flash and took hold of Maggie's red hair, Maggie turned and instantly gripped the honey brown back, and their faces came together quietly, glasses almost clicking.

“Surprise bitch.” The brunette whispered with a crazed smile.

“You fucking slut. How dare you show up at my house!” Maggie breathed back, ripping the honey-brown hair and her rival’s face closer, wanting to tear every strand out of its root.

“You basically invited me when you started this. I had a great plan, and I was hoping to get you alone and finish you in your own bed tonight, but now…I have an even better idea.” Dorothy breathed with a lustful tone that almost sounded manic.

“You are fucking lucky Amber is here, or I would be finishing you for good right here on the floor. Then I would drive your naked fucked body back to your house and leave you at the door for your slut of a fiancé to find you.” Maggie hissed back but Dorothy didn’t reply except to slam their mouths together angrily. Their lips felt eclectic together, soft and full, but pressed firmly in sexual famine. Their mouths opened and moved with ferocity while tongues slashed like swords back and forth. When they broke apart a few seconds later with a quiet smack, Maggie hissed, “What are you planning, bitch?”

“The perfect way to humiliate you and end this,” Dorothy replied with a sexy chuckle before licking Maggie’s lips again tauntingly.

“Almost done,” Amber called and the woman disengaged as quickly as they had come together. Falling back into their seemingly assigned seats faces just a tinge redder. A normal person wouldn’t notice, but Maggie gulped with nervousness…Amber wasn’t normal. The blonde reappeared holding a tray and three cups, her darker brown eyes glancing at both sitting women, but her expression revealed nothing. She was happily smiling, the usual ice queen persona looking as though it had melted with their guest, and that only made Maggie more nervous.

“Thank you!” Dorothy said sincerely as she took some tea and a sip of the steaming liquid, “But I won’t be here long, I timed this poorly. Need to get home to my fiancé and it’s a bit of a drive. Shame about the book but maybe we should commit to that double date we talked about Maggie?”

Maggie’s green eyes narrowed but she simply said, “Sure,” In response. Dorothy smirked at her sweetly as Amber spoke with a minor cough, “Double date?”

“Oh, sorry Amber, again, I told Maggie about it, and she seemed so excited a week ago. I was hoping to finalize the plans with her tonight too because next weekend works, right? Friday night?”

Well, there was no stopping this then, Maggie supposed. It was an open challenge and if she declined now in front of Amber it would be the nearest thing to surrender that could happen between her and Dorothy. That was NOT going to happen, so she had no choice, “Yes, I remember, and sorry, I just got so caught up in the week of work, and with Amber gone, I didn’t get a chance to run it by her. But I think we are free, right Amber?” Maggie said, her voice going a pitch higher and her eyes desperately tryinot tonot look at Amber and hope the blonde agreed without too many questions.

“This coming weekend? I don’t think we are doing anything. What did you two have in mind?” Amber replied with a finger bouncing on her pink lips, glancing back and forth at the two women, her stare somehow still level though there may have been a slight hint of deeper curiosity forming.

“Oh, just a night out. There is this cool casino and club a few miles from our house! Plus, a big hotel is attached if we get a little drunk or want to dance late at the club.”

Maggie almost rolled her eyes at the suggestion; Dorothy might have just said out loud that she wanted to have a sexfight and getting Maggie alone in a hotel on a Friday night would be ideal. And she wasn’t wrong, but Amber’s stare became colder at the guest as she answered, “I read about this casino and hotel. They have a great pool and clubs. Friday Night? I guess we will need extra clothes.” The blonde replied, staring at Dorothy who looked away from Amber’s dark brown eyes.

“Umm, yeah…”, Dorothy said, suddenly looking nervous, and realizing she might have just gotten a little too comfortable. Maggie almost laughed at the sight. The nerdy slut had played it so cool and calm up to this point, but it seemed the act was easily faltering at one little tone switch of Amber

“Hmm…well, it does sound interesting, and you want to go Maggie?” Amber asked her girlfriend.

Oof, and now the power shifted again and brought a level of nervousness to Maggie. Damn, Amber was infuriatingly good at it. “Yeah, I do,” Maggie replied with a smile at her rival and Dorothy’s little smirk returned.

“And your partner’s name is?” Amber then asked Dorothy, acting like the stern guardian between two secretly bickering students.

“Kelly.”

“Kelly,” Amber replied, her eyes narrowing, and Maggie could see the punk ice queen starting to seep out. Maybe Dorothy got the escalating vibe too because she suddenly looked even more anxious glancing at the sexy blonde who had crossed her arms and legs a little tighter in her seat.

‘Good she should be nervous.’ Maggie thought though she wasn’t immune or free from Amber’s glare as well, but then the blonde clapped her hands with a weirdly cheerful smile.
“Well, I can’t wait, this should be fun.”

Dorothy let out a held breath, “Okay, great. We have been looking for new couple friends to go out with, and it’s just such a chance that Maggie and I met at that bookstore downtown with similar tastes.”

“A million to one odd honestly,” Maggie replied, struggling to keep her tone light and cheery as the little meetup dragged on.

“Yes,” Dorothy replied again, followed by a long awkward silence until Amber let out a huff, now glaring at both of them. Dorothy seemed to take the hint that her welcome was over.

“Well, I’m glad we got that locked in, I better be off. Amber, it was so nice to meet you. I think you and Kelly will get along. And Maggie, I can’t wait for Friday.”

“Yeah, it was cool to meet you, looking forward to meeting Kelly,” Amber said, thanking her as she stood and took a step forward. Dorothy quickly hugged Amber, and Maggie was sure the bitch was doing it just to annoy her. That was confirmed when over Amber’s shoulder, Dorothy licked her lips at the ginger. Then she, stepping past Amber, hugged Maggie, and it was almost impossible for Maggie to hold in the groan and pull Dorothy to the floor. They could settle it here, right in Maggie’s living room with Amber watching…but why should she be the only one to risk the humiliation of having her partner in the room? A double date…their partners watching…now that was a humiliation for the loser, and it was worth waiting for.

The nerdy embrace ended without incident and with that, Dorothy walked to the door as Amber showed her out. The brunette smiled as she got into her car, adjusting her broken glasses. Her plan had gone a bit array, but this was fine. Originally, she hoped to get Maggie alone and leave her tied up for her girlfriend to find. But this was better, riskier but better, and the only way she could see her or Maggie finally backing down. Now all she just had to do was convince Kelly to join in. Dorothy gulped; it would have been easier if she had told Kelly about this Maggie woman right away, but that opportunity was long gone. She would need the entire two hours to think of a plan to get her fiancé in on it. But now that she had seen Amber in person and when she explained what happened between her and Maggie, she was sure Kel would be willing to join in the fight.

Back in the usually happy house, the front door closed with a slam, and Amber turned around, her dark brown eyes narrowing dangerously as Maggie lifted her hands up, palms forward in the hall.

“Amber…” Maggie whispered with a gulp, but Amber was already walking past her without another word. The temperature seemed to drop 10 degrees in the home as Maggie followed her girlfriend back to the living room with a weak shuffle. The blonde woman sat back down in the single chair to the side and took a sip of the tea she was drinking, and a wave of fear spread through Maggie at the glower she was given over the mug. “Amber…”

“Sit,” Amber ordered and Maggie obeyed, falling back into her seat on the couch as Amber crossed her hidden legs in the black tight yoga pants. Maggie glanced up and gulped as she viewed the very awake Amber for the first time in weeks. Maggie’s longtime girlfriend had aged amazingly if at all over the years, looking as beautiful as the day Maggie had first seen her. But the blonde was maturer, wiser, yet equally as cold when she wanted to be. Her hair was still dyed blonde though it had more light brown near the top with lone strands of pink that Maggie liked to tease her about. The pink in her hair seemed to be the last thing Amber held onto from her very long punk era now fading. But the ice queen persona was still there, the punk bitch who took no shit and was brutally stubborn. Maggie was both terrified and very attracted to that side of Amber. When the queen took over, Maggie often had the most intense sexfights of her life against the person she considered the love of her life.

“Talk and talk quickly Maggie or I’m going to get even more pissed.” Amber commanded, with a scowl able to make the toughest of men and women quake in their boots. It would have terrified Maggie if she wasn’t also being so turned on just by the sight of the blonde reverting back to her bitch self when they first met. It was a throwback kind of month apparently. Amber’s usual resting bitch face would be a relief after getting a look this intense and Maggie watched as her girlfriend crossed her arms over her shirt while ALSO pushing up what seemed to be her big braless breasts. Maggie was struggling not to stare at said girlfriend’s tits, as big as her own pair and the best thing ever to mash them against. The problem was Amber looked generally very annoyed at this situation.

“Well, okay, so you met Dorothy and umm, she isn’t really a friend of mine.”

“Oh, really? No shit. I almost slapped her myself when she started her whole excuse for coming here. I thought she was trying to break in! So, who and what is she?” Amber said, her voice not panicked or sounding betrayed in a sense, but more…furious. More exasperated.

“A…rival. That kind of rival.”

Amber let out a mixed light sigh of relief and frustration, “Well, I figured that. When did this start? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to, I just wanted to end it before you came home…and I did. Or at least I thought I did, but it didn’t happen.” Maggie blurted back…it was mostly true. But it seemed mostly true that it wasn't enough because Amber tilted her head, so she continued, “And maybe I missed this college-like thrill and wanted to run on it in secret. I wanted to beat her myself, not worry about the consequences…it was dumb. She…I don’t know.” Maggie added quietly, blushing and looking down.

Amber smirked at the admission, “Oh, were Silvia and Izzy too busy to come and play? Well, at least, now we get to it. I’m not mad babe, well maybe a little that I had no warning before a new rival of yours was sitting in my house…but at least now most of my questions are answered. Well then…keep talking.” Amber ordered again and Maggie spilled the beans, detailing every moment up till the second she walked into the house. As she talked, even Maggie herself was surprised at how fast this had escalated and how many times she and Dorothy had clashed so far in the span of a few weeks.

By the end, even Amber had a light blush from the details of the sexy fights and looked surprised at her longtime girlfriend. “Wow, you haven’t had a story like this in a while… though you and that woman do sound very similar…and now basically…you two are stalking each other? Not what I expected my 32-year-old girlfriend to be doing, but okay.”

Ouch, that stung Maggie thought, “No! Not…well. Okay…maybe a little bit! And really, we aren’t that similar…that’s a bit much.” Maggie hissed standing up and walking back and forth with her hands in her red hair, but she had no counter to the comment either. “Ok, well, that’s…yeah…that’s kinda true. Maybe that’s why we don’t mesh. To alike or something.” Two good points from Amber…this is why she should have talked to her girlfriend on day one of this rivalry. “So, that’s the story babe. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away. I know we haven’t fought other people or another couple in years…and the last one didn’t really count.”

“No, we knew them too well, I really should call Mari sometime soon.” Amber sighed, “And I accept your apology, Maggie, thanks for saying that.”

“You are the best.” Maggie replied smiling at Amber who gave her a loving grin in return, then Maggie let out one more sigh, “Now what I really want is your advice, Amber…I need it. What should I do?”

“I love it when you need me.” Amber teased but then gave a thoughtful shrug. “Honestly, I think you are in a bit of a hard place. Dorothy laid out the challenge…and you accepted it in front of me. Unless you want to back out of the double date, you basically are giving up. Unless you want me to end this on your behalf?”

Maggie shook her head firmly. That was not going to happen.

“Well, then you and her are going to fight next weekend…in whatever scenario this Dorothy has planned. And I might now be fighting too. You have not met this, Kelly, right? Or seen her?”

“Not in person, but I have looked her up. She’s hot.” Maggie added.

“Stalked.” Amber corrected with a snicker and Maggie rolled her eyes. “And I bet she is.”

“Whatever, trust me, Dorothy stalked you too. You are right though; I think her goal is to embarrass me in front of you…which I can’t lie…does sound unbearable. And it looks like she is willing to risk being humiliated in front of her fiancé.”

Amber smiled, “Oh you really want to embarrass her, don’t you? And get your books?”

“Yeah, both. I want to out fuck her.”

“I haven’t seen you this riled up in a long time. It’s hot Maggie.” Amber considered as she placed her now empty drink down. She glanced over at the mural of photos on their wall, many of them just a couple photos of them throughout the years, but a lot of their ‘friends’ had made the wall too. Many of them always made Amber laugh, one, especially of Maggie between Silvia and Bianca, all three faces grimacing with fake smiles. Then she turned back to the real Maggie. She couldn’t help getting turned on by her librarian right now, it was stimulating seeing Maggie so frustrated. Maybe she even missed seeing Maggie like this…though she would keep that little tidbit to herself.

“Well, then there is nothing we can do except wait and see what the weekend brings. I could feel her body when we hugged…you have some work to dominate that bitch.” Amber said with a smile that made Maggie blush, “You should see it almost nude.” Maggie joked. Only Amber could have that effect on her, and the idea of seeing Amber match up against the woman in the photo, in front of Dorothy and herself, fighting for Maggie returned the intense desire that had been building in her all week.

It seemed Amber was on the same page, “Now, come here and forget her right now. I missed you and Friday is a week away.” Amber demanded, putting the cup down and slowly pulling off her loose black shirt, showing off a body that could stun anyone. The blonde’s body looked perfect in all the right places and Maggie felt her lust explode. She jumped up and met Amber a second later on the chair, and for the next few hours, she was able to forget about Dorothy.

Two days later in the week, Maggie was sitting at her work desk when an email from an unknown sender came to the top of her personal inbox. It didn’t take long for her to figure out who it was from however, as it was a short message, just a time, 8 PM, date, and a reservation number for a club bar located in the very casino that Dorothy had mentioned in front of her and Amber.

“Bitch…” Maggie breathed as she scanned it. She had searched for the slut’s email, but her online hunt had come up blank. Outmaneuvered again she hissed to herself knowing Dorothy must have gone back to the mutual bookstore and got it there. The info was followed by a second even shorter email, “Guess who? It was so easy to find your personal email, Maggie.”

Maggie typed back a reply furiously and hit sent. “Already had yours bitch. Just wanted to see if you were going to send me the info first. Hope you are ready for Friday; cause I’m going to finish you with my body.” Maggie lied but she didn’t care. She wouldn’t look weak in front of her stalker in any way.

“Bullshit you had mine! But whatever, we will settle ALL of this on Friday with our bodies. Just wanted to give you a sneak peek. A photo came in a 4th email a second later. Maggie glanced around making sure she was alone and then opened the attachment. It was Dorothy’s lower abdomen, one Maggie was becoming overly familiar with, but there was one thing missing. The trimmed bush that Maggie had felt in their fights the last two times was gone. Dorothy was completely bare where there had once been a small amount of pubic hair. “A hot wax.” Dorothy added with a comment under the photo, “Just in case you feel like meeting me bare…Stalker.”

Less than an hour later, Maggie had an appointment, and by the end of the day, she had gotten a hot wax of her own, making her fully free of pubic hair on her groin. She hadn’t been this smooth in a while, but it felt right, and she enjoyed the sensation. It was right to meet Dorothy on equal terms in every way she could. She sent a final email to her rival after the procedure but got no reply. In fact, that exchange was the only thing they shared as the week dragged on. Maggie kept herself busy, got in a few workouts with Amber, and mentally prepared to meet her new rival for all the cards or books in this case.

Finally, Friday night was here, and Amber and Maggie drove the long drive for their double date. They checked into a suite at the casino hotel after Maggie had decided that a room would be needed if the ‘date’ ended late. She was confident in her sexual abilities but didn’t want her or Amber needing to drive home after a full-on sexfight against this other couple. As Maggie finished putting her chosen club outfit on, she heard Amber finish her shower. Maggie had picked a slightly outrageous outfit from the ‘fun’ side of her wardrobe. She wanted to look as sexy as possible, even if there was a high chance the material would be torn off her body. In the end, she had picked a black cocktail-style dress that left little to the imagination. It reached only half up her pale tits and only a few inches down covering her ass. To make it even more risqué, the sides were cut open and laced up the entire way up, presenting her hips, and obliques in the best way.

A few minutes later, Amber walked out, and Maggie had to do a double take at her girlfriend’s choice of clothing. “How do I look?” Amber purred and the redhead licked her lips at the display of a woman she planned to fuck for the rest of her life. Amber always looked good, but she really wanted her to shine tonight apparently. She had picked a trendy style of outfit that Maggie had only seen online rather than in person. It was a mini body suit, but the top part was cut as a one-piece thong bikini that disappeared intoto the bottom half which were tight shorts that only covered her prominent ass. Her yellow and lightly dashed pink hair was in one long full braid down her shoulder and front, a style that surprised Maggie and one she hadn’t seen. “Wow, you bought that? I mean, you fucking look good babe, but it looks elaborate.” Maggie commented. But for as much as Amber stunned Maggie, it was the ex-punk girl who looked far more surprised at what her normally mild girlfriend was wearing. “You look wild Maggie, what a skimpy little dress. And black, not red, is that the one you took off Silvia?”

“Yeah, though she got my red one that night. We were really slutty that night. Izzy was there too.”

“Yeah, I remember hearing about it. Not sad I missed it, but I do think I missed this side of you.” Amber said, catching Maggie off guard. It felt like it was an open opportunity to have a serious girlfriend talk if their double date wasn’t minutes away. So, she kept it in and the librarian simply blushed as she glanced down at her revealing outfit, “Thanks Am, I think I did too, and I’m glad you get to see it.” Amber leaned in as she moved closer, and they shared a soft kiss. Well, it started soft before their tongues were meshing and they were pulling each other closer before Amber ended it with a wet smack. “Better stop now…or you won’t make it to Dorothy tonight.”

“Hmm, just another thing I can be mad at her about.” Maggie groaned but she stepped back and adjusted her black dress. “Ok, let’s go.”

With that, the couple made their way to the casino and then the fancy bar, heels clicking as they moved. They came up to the bouncer who gave both women a good up and down, something they were used to though his eyes lingered longer than what was appropriate. Maggie let out a light cough as she spoke. “Hi, table for four, should be under Merin. “He glanced down, “Yes, this way please.” Professionalism returned, and he led them to a booth with a small sign ‘Dorothy Merin, 4’, and were seated. Amber picked up the drink menu immediately and perused through it, “Think they will show?” She asked and Maggie could only nod. “Yeah, I know they will.” Right at 8, Maggie glanced at the entrance but surprisingly, Dorothy and her fiancé did not appear. 5 minutes, nothing, 10 minutes nothing, and now Maggie wondered if maybe her rival had really backed off. Unsatisfying but as long as the bitch sent over her book, then Maggie guessed it was fine.

“I guess you were right.” Maggie sighed disappointingly while Amber just shrugged, “Whatever, at least I get my date night with you…” but Amber didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence as Maggie gripped her shoulder and turned her quickly. At that second, into the club walked Dorothy, who looked very stressed, and another woman who didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

Maggie had seen Dorothy’s fiancé online, but she was even more of a stunner in person. The woman was in a skintight ankle long red dress that showed off her figure and tits magnificently. She was in high heels and dawned with expensive jewelry on her neck, fingers, and ears. Her dark brown almost shadowy hair was done up in a tight perfectly crafted bun that made it impossible to tell how long it was. Her dark almond skin tone was quite a contrast to Dorothy's tone. Maggie expected the stalker bitch to have an even bigger bitch fiancé, but the woman’s eyes seemed kind and soft. Yet, her body looked like a match to Amber in what might have been the tightest bright red dress Maggie had ever seen a woman wear in public.

“Did you two plan that?” Amber asked and Maggie didn’t respond but shook her head in shock. ‘How…’ Maggie thought because Dorothy’s outfit was familiar. In fact, nearly identical to Maggie’s. The other nerd was also a black cocktail dress! Its level of skimpiness was equal though the style was just slightly different enough from Maggie’s so maybe they wouldn’t be called twins…if that mattered to anyone else but them. It showed more of her cleveledge than Maggie's, cut down towards her navel, but the sides were intact. It just covered Dorothy’s ass and the woman looked vastly different than the bookstore worker Maggie had seen several times. The other nerd had her brown hair down, slightly messy, and a few curls here and there. She had her glasses off and her dash of freckles seemed to pop with the makeup and pink lipstick she was wearing along with a necklace that plunged between her exposed breasts. Her face was stressed and that was due to two parts, first, that stupid bitch redhead beating her to the table, and second, that her fiancé was the reason they were behind schedule.

“You made us late.” Dorothy was hissing as she dragged her partner towards the booth, slowing down only when she noticed the red and blonde-haired women watching them approach.

“I told you not to rush me.” The other woman replied, “We are 10 minutes late at the most…better than I normally do.”

“Yeah…fine.” Dorothy groaned knowing the argument was already lost. 6 years as a couple and Kelly’s lack of time management was something Dorothy hadn’t been able to ‘fix’. Kelly noted the direction, and her eyes fell on the women for this double date at the booth.

“Oh, is that them? Must be, the way the redhead is glaring at you, and her girlfriend, oh she is just my type.”

“I’m your type.” Dorothy hissed again looking back at her fiancé with angry eyes.

“Most days.” Kelly teased and then pulled her arm away and started walking towards the couple at a faster pace so that Dorothy had to increase her own stride just to keep up. They reached the table a few seconds later standing in front of the two women, though Maggie and Amber didn’t stand to greet them. “So, you must be Maggie, and that must make you Amber. I’m Kelly.” The red-dressed woman said without any prompt.

“Nice to meet you, Kelly.” Amber replied before Maggie could say anything, the blondes cool stare not showing much emotion as she eyed this new woman until Dorothy finally came up to her side panting slightly.

“Oh, the pleasure is mine,” Kelly said smiling, focusing on Amber and only glancing at Maggie once who felt a bubbling annoyance. “Here’s hoping we might be able to get along once these two settle their little book issue.”

Amber snickered but Maggie looked aghast and hilariously, so did Dorothy. “Little book issue!” They blurted at the same time and then frowned at each other.

“Wow.” Amber laughed out loud this time, “Not sure if you planned that, but clearly they are more alike than even they let on, just look at their dresses.” Kelly nodded in agreement with a smile and took a seat with Dorothy on the opposite side of the booth. Maggie and Dorothy were immediately comparing their partners. It was a tough match, both women were just hot and showing a good amount of skin or for Kelly’s side her figure. The group ordered their drinks from a hot waitress and then got them a few minutes later. At that point, they sat in near silence. Amber glanced at Maggie expecting for her or Dorothy to speak up, but the nerdy women were just glaring at each other. Finally, after another minute it was Kelly who spoke up with a huff. “Well, this is awkward. Honestly, ridiculous. This was SOLD to me as a double date for FUN until two days ago when the truth came out but you two can’t even pretend for a half hour, can you?”

Maggie looked surprised at the sudden accusation while Dorothy looked equally shocked turning to her fiancé. “Kelly…you promised.” She whispered but Kelly ignored her and held up a hand. Then she again viewed Amber who was looking at her curiously once again. “Amber…did your girlfriend lie to you initially to get you here?”

Amber glanced at Maggie who didn’t even dare look at her girlfriend, “Funny, no I guess she didn’t lie, she just…left some details out of our catch-ups until I got back.”

“Ha! I’m not sure if that’s better or worse. My fiancé is one of the smartest people I know but she is honestly stupid when it comes to trying to balance her crazy desires.” Kelly spoke, flicking her hand while Dorothy’s look of shock became a flush of embarrassment. Maggie wanted to laugh but Amber didn’t seem to be defending her either. “I know the feeling,” Amber replied and Maggie let out the lightest of hisses. Amber then tilted her head as Kelly smiled at her with a surprising friendliness, “I think I would like to have a drink with you. Just you, because I think my dream of FINALLY finding another hot couple of adult friends to just BE FRIENDS with was dead on arrival.”

“Yeah, feels that way.” Amber replied, shooting a slightly annoyed glance at Maggie who looked like she had been accused of murder.

“Would you indulge me for one drink?” Kelly queried, ignoring Maggie and Dorothy completely. Amber again glanced at her librarian, but the redhead wasn’t sure what to say or do. She wanted to fight Dorothy while Amber was supposed to cheer her on, but this was not going to plan.

“You know, why not?.” The ice queen Amber responded surprisingly, “Stay here.” The blonde then ordered at her girlfriend as Dorothy got a similar command from her fiancé. The two nerdy girls gaped at their partners as they stood. Amber in her tight glossy shorts and Kelly in her red dress as they walked away from the stalkers, prominent asses flexing in view as they moved. It was impossible to not stare at the equal pair of glutes side by side and Maggie couldn’t deny that fucking Kelly might have been a prize worth fighting for. She could just imagine Amber’s light golden skin and Kelly’s darker black skin meshing together in a ball of sweat and cum or maybe in the shower. The partners strode to a far table in the corner of the bar with their drinks in hand in a private conversation. That left Dorothy and Maggie alone; sat across from each other in the bar booth with confusion and frustration etched in their scowls.

“What the hell was that?” Maggie finally asked.

“What? Your stupid girlfriend went along with it!” Dorothy shot back angrily.

“Don’t you dare say anything about Amber while your moronic fiancé ruined this night!” Maggie hissed back and while adjusting her legs; accident or not…she hit Dorothy’s leg with the tip of her heel.

“Hey!” Dorothy snapped and she threw a very deliberate kick right on Maggie’s right shin.

“Ow!” Maggie hissed and she threw her leg forward and wrapped her ankle, hooking Dorothy’s, their smooth freshly shaved skin coiling suddenly in their skimpy dresses. “You bitch, you want to start it now?” Maggie snapped back but Dorothy’s grin gave her all the answer she needed. Another leg joined the duel and Maggie almost yelped out loud as her calf muscle was locked to Dorothy’s, the limbs flexing. “Bitch.” She hissed and Maggie sent her other leg into the fray, matching Dorothy and like four muscled snakes they coiled and locked into a leg lock hidden from sight, their abs flexed to bring their legs straight while sitting.

“Fuck you!” Dorothy growled under her breath as she and Maggie came to a quick stalemate, their legs twined. It was hard to avoid the sharp heels that were now near their rival’s hips and already they felt the start of sweat building on their skin. Dorothy started to try and peel Maggie’s pale legs apart and expose her groin but Maggie recovered as they broke apart, feigning and snapping at each other until they hooked by the ankles again. They lost track of time as they dueled, switching between spreading legs and trying to force the other’s shoes off. They were so lost in their duel that they did not notice the hot waitress approach almost 10 minutes later, who immediately could tell what was happening or at least guessed. She glanced back and forth at the two hotties ‘playing’ with each other under the table and let out a loud cough, “Did you two want to order anything else?” She asked loudly and the leg-wrestling women snapped their heads to the new arrival, even while their legs were still conjoined under the table. Maggie realized that she and Dorothy had not been being as sneaky as they thought during their little leg scuffle and shook her head. “No, we’re fine.”

“Yep,” Dorothy replied and the young woman rolled her eyes before walking away to the next table. Slowly they disengaged without speaking, a mutual decision to save their strength. Out of the haze of their quick competition, the redhead took in her surroundings and mainly set her eyes on the far table. Amber was still there but to her surprise and almost horror, she was smiling. In fact, they were both laughing loudly! Like they were having the best time of the night without their partners. What the hell? Maggie thought annoyed. They were supposed to be enemies! Like their partners! This was what the double date was about! Dorothy seemed to be fuming at the sight as well, but before they could re-engage their leg fight, Maggie saw Amber motion with her head back to the booth and Kelly nodded. Then they stood and made their way back to their rose-faced partners.

“Been busy?” Amber asked once she was standing in front of Maggie's side of the booth, and Maggie simply nodded. “You two looked like you were having fun.” The librarian added, trying not to sound jealous, but seeing someone so quickly get Amber to laugh that hard bugged her. “I was,” Amber replied simply as Kelly finished an equally short convo with a red-faced Dorothy.

“What did you two talk about?” Dorothy asked, loud enough for Amber to hear. The blonde replied but kept her stare on Maggie.

“We decided to extend this little double date,” Amber announced, and Kelly nodded in agreement while adding. “Instead of tonight, tomorrow morning we will meet in our room, and let all of us figure this out. But Amber and I agreed that we both wanted some alone time with our significant others, considering they have been spending their alone time stalking each other this past month.”

“What!? No Kelly, I want to fight her now!” Dorothy yelled, nearly standing in the booth and pointing at Maggie. Her tits almost bounced right out of the silky black dress she was wearing.

“Amber!” Maggie spat in as well shooting a nasty glare at her girlfriend and then rival.

“What Maggie?” Amber hissed and she went quiet. Dorothy was also silenced by Kelly and the two book nerds shot each other a second deadly glare. There was no doubt they half wished they should have kept this rivalry between themselves, but the yearning to humiliate their rival in front of her partner had been too overwhelming. They had brought them in, so now they were trapped with the decisions that Amber and Kelly wanted.

“If you two want to fight each other tonight…then you.” Kelly pointed her finger at Maggie’s tits, “You have to get through me first.” She finished with a lustful glare as she leaned forward, showing off the dark full breasts in the red dress. Maggie hissed at the sexual challenge as she heard Dorothy snicker, but it was short lived as Amber took a step up right in front of Dorothy, “Not sure why you are laughing Dorothy, if Maggie goes at Kelly, I’m going at you. And honestly, you won’t beat me, let alone have anything left enough to get at my Maggie.” Amber said, her arms crossed and her own magnificent breasts looking formidable. Dorothy’s grin faded as her claws dug into the wooden table. She looked up at Amber’s incredible body weighing her options. Maggie watched the interaction, her own pride wounded by Kelly, but there was no point starting something. Even if she did fuck Kelly down alone, and Dorothy beat Amber, they would be like kittens in their showdown. The whole point was to make Dorothy humiliated in front of Kelly. If that didn’t happen it wouldn’t be enough to end this rivalry.

“Fine.” Maggie finally said not looking across the table at her rival though Dorothy had also nodded.

“Good, well then. Kelly, I’ll see you in the morning, best of luck to you.” Amber finished, turning her hot body with a hand on her hip towards Kelly.

“Same to you Amber, shame our girls couldn’t be friends,” Kelly replied, turning as well, and taking a step forward. Their bodies seemed like a perfect match and Maggie’s green eyes shot back and forth between the buxom women and thier built behinds.

Amber smiled, but it was a grin that Maggie knew well. “I know, but hey, I’ll still enjoy watching Maggie fuck your little nerd down hard.”

“Oh, maybe, but I think Dorothy will ride your weak ginger geek till she can’t walk. And then maybe we will share you in front of her.” Kelly shot back, the friendless disappearing from her tempting voice. Maggie and Dorothy were quiet, but excitement exploded in their loins and their hearts started to beat erratically. That was more like it. Watching Amber and Kelly jab with their words was sizzling, and imagining them nude, maybe soaking wet and wrestling was even hotter. Amber wasn’t as tan as she used to be, but imagining her big golden breasts crushing Kelly’s thick pair and pressing the darker beauty into the glass wall of a shower was the stuff of Maggie’s erotic dreams. A wet kiss, a grinding sexfight that Amber wins, leading the stage perfectly for herself to dominate Dorothy. A week of sexual build up had the book nerds at the edge of their restraint, and now seeing and hearing their partners get into was the last straw. One more night, but Maggie wasn’t sure she could handle it with Dorothy in the same hotel. Yet, the choice wasn’t hers and maybe that was for the best. That spicy exchange signaled the end of the double date, and the two sitting women exited the booth in their short dresses. As they were slowly led away by the arm by their partners, a naughty idea popped into Maggie’s brain.

“Wait.” Maggie said freezing after two steps. She turned back to the other pair who had stopped, “I want one kiss with her to…seal the agreement.” Maggie said, pointing at Dorothy. Amber glanced at Kelly who glanced at Dorothy who smiled evilly reading her rival’s mind. “That’s a fair compromise. One little kiss between us and then we save everything else for a very long day tomorrow. We did get dressed up for it anyway.”

Kelly shrugged and released Dorothy’s arm, but as the brunette took a step forward, Maggie had already sat back in the booth with a slight nudge with her head to the other side. She slowly scooted inwards as Dorothy took the hint and entered the booth too. Amber and Kelly watched from the front of the table. The book nerds scooted until their exposed thighs and bare shoulders touched lightly side by side. They ended up sitting right in front of Amber and Kelly, and this time it was Maggie and Dorothy’s pairs of full breasts on display, easily comparable for their partners. But they didn’t wait as they turned their heads to face each other eye to eye and closer than they had been all night.

“You two just going to watch?” Dorothy teased Amber and Kelly, but her honey eyes didn’t leave Maggie’s emerald orbs. She brushed her brown hair behind her right ear, and so did Maggie behind her left, making sure the sides of their mouths facing Amber and Kelly would not be obstructed. Their black cocktail dresses left little for them to hide and made the view all the more tantalizing. They leisurely moved ahead, centimeter by centimeter, letting the anticipation build for their single kiss. Maggie started to feel the hot minty breaths of Dorothy gust her face, her own panting uneven. Closer, closer, and right before touching, Maggie parted her red lips just as the soft pair brushed, then a bit more pressure was added as they slowly aligned the moist openings and began to move their jaws to begin their kiss.

Amber struggled to hold in a moan at the sight of Maggie and Dorothy locking lips as she felt her groin leak with the unmistakable discharge. She glanced at Kelly next to her, who looked even darker with a distinct blush on her cheeks and her sharp nipples poking out of the tight red dress. Her dark eyes were glued to the sight and Amber followed the stare, sucking in breath as the kiss between her girlfriend and this new rival deepened.

Maggie and Dorothy started slowly, like two new lovers exploring the taste. If the sight wasn’t enough, the sounds were even better. It was a wet mashing, and each movement of their lips expressed the amount of spit being moved between them. The kiss was already affecting more than just their lips. Maggie could feel her pussy go tight, wetness grow, her nipples began to harden, her pale skin start to perspire. Her body wanted to have sex now, wanted to win this fight, wanted to conquer this other stalker for good in her way. The kiss went on and on, a full minute, their wet lips not separating for fear of it being the end of their night. Dorothy pressed in firmer, and Maggie duplicated the force and neither lost an inch as they opened their mouths wider for more exploration. After another 30 seconds, Maggie knew they were pushing it, she sent her tongue forward while pulling away her mouth, and with a smack, they separated their lips. But their tongues remained visible and they swirled for an extra second before they two unglued the tasting muscles with a long string of spit between them.

“You better have my books.” Maggie huffed as she pressed her forehead tightly on her rival, breaking the line of spit down their chins.

“Fuck you, you better have mine. This is over tomorrow. Winner gets everything. Loser gets nothing!” Dorothy almost screamed. Her body swaying on exploding in anger and sexual frustration, she could feel Maggie’s nipples poking her, the thin shiny material the only thing separating them from finally both being nude.

“No bitch! The loser does get something, the loser gets fucked.” Maggie whispered and just about dove her tongue back but outsider’s hands pulled them apart roughly. For a second, Maggie almost turned and slapped Amber, just to get back at Dorothy and rip that mimicked dress off but her rage quickly vanished as she was led out of the booth and led away before anything else could happen.

“Just a kiss huh.” Amber mused but she had a level of amusement in her voice and even sounded breathless. “I don’t know how you two got through our house meeting at the rate you are going.”

“I don’t know either.” Maggie groaned, “It’s like Silvia all over again! My body just…wants that bitch…and more so, wants to make her submit! I want my books but like I’m acting crazy!”

Amber laughed but didn’t say more until they reached their suite. Maggie was lost in her own thoughts and wondering what Dorothy was up to. She was so lost in her head that by the time she was in the room, she didn’t even notice her girlfriend’s hunger or that Amber had stripped down to a tiny low rise silver thong and nothing else but her heels. With a sudden hiss, Amber tackled Maggie to the soft bed snapping Maggie to the present.

“Amber…” Maggie moaned, her body on edge.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll leave you with all the strength in your legs. Kelly and I agreed to not get either of you off more than once.”

“What? What else did you agree to?” Maggie tried to question but she moaned loudly thanks to Amber pulling her dress down and sucking her left pink nipple with force.

“Don’t you mind or question it, you just focus on me tonight, or I will fucking kill you,” Amber growled as they locked brown eyes to green. The threat was real and Maggie Reynolds knew Amber was in control of her right now.

“Okay…let me fuck you, Amber, please.” Maggie groaned, and she did just that, flipping Amber over and beginning to fuck her girlfriend every way she could without the risk of cumming herself. Over the next hour Amber and Maggie had sex, made love, and lightly fought as they rolled on the bed. Amber hissing and biting her girlfriend over and over, leaving more than enough love marks on her lover’s pale skin. But the blonde was passive by her standards, and Maggie knew it, always pulling back before Maggie would be truly overwhelmed. It was frustrating, hot, and only made Maggie’s blood boil that Dorothy was the reason she and Amber couldn’t really go at it. Slightly hypocritical but Maggie was done thinking about that copycat bitch tonight. Her blonde goodness filled her senses and it brought a relief to her mind even as her body raged. Her and Amber’s sex was almost too perfect, and Maggie knew that’s why she missed the messiness of her fights. It was something she would always need even with her loving girlfriend. Two addicting substances but she needed both to keep going. Amber moaned an hour later as she came for the third time and collapsed with a gasp. Resting on the bed, Amber snuggled into Maggie and the librarian let out a sigh of frustration and pleasure. It was so good, so good but the fire had only grown in her for the fight to come...maybe it was what Amber and Kelly had planned. Maggie felt like was going to explode if she touched herself or let Amber touch her anymore but she had to live with it. Luckily sleep came quickly, maybe because her body knew what was coming and thankfully the one orgasm Amber gave her was intense. The last image in her head before sleep took her was that brunette bitch and her hot fiancé somewhere in this hotel, likely having hot aggressive sex as well.


--- To be continued.

Oh god, I enjoy writing buildup so much more than the fights sometimes. Wanted to get this out on Friday but failed. So, happy monday haha.

Hope you enjoyed it. So, the next part is…weird. There is a LONG explanation that I will put at the end of the next part if anyone is interested in the thought process of how this whole story came to be. But I do think the next part is really hot even though it doesn’t make sense and will be confusing the whole way. Again, I’ll try to explain so people can understand but only at the end. So just keep reading haha. Anyway, three more parts.

Book Stalkers Part 5

NOTE: This is a DREAM SEQUENCE and does not advance the story.

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Maggie woke up and stretched her sexy body in the massive king-sized bed with a cat-like purr, the morning light breaking through the large windows of the bedroom. She rolled over to look at her husband, a handsome thing, 4 years her senior sleeping next to her. They had met in her last year of college at a bar and a hot hookup had turned into a hot marriage. They bought a house in a nice clean suburb, had two kids less than 3 years later, and now ruled their little suburbia like a king and queen. Now at age 32, Maggie Smith felt like she was at her peak and had a very good, if not a bit basic life.

Today was a special day too, both kids were gone for the weekend, and they had guests coming over tonight. Already wet from the thought and wanting to calm herself, she climbed on top of her husband, mounting him by the hips. She reached back and touched his dick, the morning wood already having him at full mast. He had a thick long shaft; Maggie had been picky when it came to the one penis, she would feel in her body most nights and had chosen accordingly. His eyes fluttered open just as he entered her, letting out a groan from her incredibly tight and wet pussy that took him easy. She began to ride him, using her flexible hips and placing her hands on his muscular chest with a hot sigh of her own.

“Oh, fuck babe, don’t forget we have Dorothy and Jim coming over tonight.” He groaned already close thanks to the intense riding of his wife. He reached up and placed his right hand over her big left tit, squeezing the chest and flicking her pink nipple with his thumb.

“Oh, I remember.” Maggie huffed as she thought about her next-door neighbor, Dorothy, and her husband Jim, this evening’s guests and the reason Maggie was so hot and bothered. The other couple had moved next door six months ago and quickly the wife, Dorothy, and Maggie had not seen eye to eye. On the outside it didn’t seem like there was any reason the two women couldn’t get along; they were the same age, had two kids in the same school year, and they were both, in simple words, incredibly sexy. But that final similarity seemed to be the problem because this street didn’t need another queen, and Maggie suddenly had a rival for the title of hottest housewife. It was very cliché, but the two women had no problem playing into their roles and fell into their new rivalry with a passion. “That fucking slut thinks she can garden in her thong. I’m going to do stuff to her and Jim that they won’t forget.” Maggie growled and then she glanced down at her man with a dangerous smile, “And I’m sure Dorothy will do stuff to you, though, try not to enjoy it too much.” She added as her mind went back to her hot rival.

The thong gardening incident was just the latest in a very long list of the two women doing everything and anything to goad the other into a confrontation. Sure, Maggie wasn’t innocent, two months ago she had decided to swim in her pool topless when she noticed Jim watching her from the neighbor’s window, but that was only after Dorothy had obviously decided to go jacuzzi nude the week before when Wayne was home alone. And of course, the car washing incident and school bake sale confrontation was on both of them, but it didn’t matter now who was more at fault. Honestly, Maggie could name a thousand things that Dorothy did that annoyed her, but it was fine because all of it would end tonight. A loud groan from her husband snapped her back as he struggled to last longer than a minute and Maggie’s pale body began to pick up the pace of her thrusting.

“You two have been sniping at each other for the last 3 months…is this really going to end it?” Her husband asked while moaning and Maggie sighed at the man’s lack of understanding. There was no point explaining it had started way before he had noticed. But he was right about one thing, two weeks ago, the two women had finally agreed to a sexfight. A winner takes all sexfight with the losing housewife agreeing to back off for good in their game and declare openly that the other woman is the queen of the street. Eventually, the loser would also move away because the shame would be too much, but that aspect of the fight went unsaid. It had been no surprise to Maggie that Dorothy was willing to compete with her in that way. Maggie had stalked the other woman quite a bit when she moved here and had all the signs of a sexual rival before they had even met. Incredible body, suburban trophy wife, in a rival sorority of Maggie’s back in college.

“Yeah, it will end tonight, but don’t worry baby, I’m going to win.” Maggie moaned a few seconds later as she felt him start to shake inside her. “That’s a good boy. Cum in me.” She ordered and felt him explode a second later pumping hard into her wet pussy. She wasn’t even close to cumming herself but didn’t care because she needed to save her energy for tonight. Also, her husband would reload quickly, she was sure because he would need to do that tonight. After cleaning him up with her mouth for a minute, she then gestured him off to work as she prepared the house for the event. It didn’t take long to set up a few mats in her living room and remove some of the more delicate items that could break when they would inevitably get rough. Then she brought out some baby oil even if she wasn’t sure if they would use it. They hadn’t set any terms, just location, and outfits, but she might as well have everything they could consider. Chores done and satisfied with the setup; Maggie decided to do a quick jog around the block to keep her muscles loose before she went to a school meeting for her kids. 30 minutes later, a now slightly sweaty Maggie was returning home, but as she made the final turn onto her street, there at the mailbox was Dorothy herself, wearing a long yellow sundress picking up some letters. The brown-haired woman turned at the jogger and a big, hungry smile came to her red lips. Maggie doubted it was a coincidence that Dorothy had decided to go get her mail now, but Maggie was equally as happy for a little chat before the evening. She came up to the other woman, stopping a few feet away as Dorothy gave her an obvious up and down of her skimpy running outfit.

“Oh Maggie, so good to see you. Getting a little jog-in? I did mine earlier this morning.” Dorothy bragged not hiding her snark. Maggie rolled her green eyes, but the woman continued, “Jim and I are really looking forward to tonight, thank you for hosting.” The woman added with a fake smile that made Maggie want to slap the woman with all her might. But appearances were everything and she could be equally as snarky and catty.

“Oh, Dorothy, yes, I would have been out earlier but had to prep the house for the event of course. And I’m glad, we can’t wait for you and Jim to come over. The boys really could use some time to get to know each other a bit better. And Jim has been trying to catch me every time I go running at this time.” Maggie smiled ‘sweetly’ back, but her mind was long past this topic. She figured it would take seconds for her to tear that sundress off Dorothy’s sexy body and get the bitch down on the grass for a mud wrestling re-match. She could imagine all the other neighbors walking and talking…though that didn’t matter, the neighbors talked anyway since their little car wash show.

2 months ago, Maggie had noticed her husband staring out the front window of their house with coffee in hand. Curious at what captured his attention, she looked out only to see her neighbor Dorothy washing her car in the summer heat. The sexy brunette was wearing tight blue jean short shorts and an already wet white tank top over a very small bikini top. The way she was moving made it seem she was more into flaunting her body than actually washing the vehicle. But instead of chastising her husband for gawking at their neighbor and her new rival, Maggie decided to remind him and any other man or woman watching who was the sexiest woman on the street. With the kids napping, Maggie went to her wardrobe and picked out one of her smallest bikini thong sets that she owned for these exact scenarios.

It was a light purple colored cloth with two credit card-sized triangles around the chest, and a similar sized triangle down the back with a wide cloth disappearing between her full freckled ass cheeks. Tiny and tight, Maggie checked herself out in the mirror and admired the view of her body. The knotted strings went overly high on her waist and stomach, the material of the triangles looked more like drapes or a loin cloth that was all the rage with models nowadays. Satisfied with its fit, she walked her pale body into the sun with a soap bucket and a running hose in hand. She could feel her husband’s eyes switch back to her and then extra glee as caught Jim looking from the neighbor’s window over at her as well as she strutted towards her car.

Dorothy meanwhile froze as Maggie appeared in her skimpy violet bikini with her long curly flaming hair in a ponytail until the ginger gave Dorothy a taunting little wave. Shocked at seeing her neighbor dare to wear something so skimpy right in front of their houses, Dorothy felt a burning wrath she couldn’t control. Her brown eyes glanced to see Jim no longer looking at her but at Maggie instead! Then the redhead started using the hose to spray her car, her amazing ass out and jiggling in the sun. Blushing and angry at the insult, Dorothy stopped washing and stormed back inside her house as Maggie giggled at the sight. Thinking she had won the day, she decided that she might as well wash the car for a few minutes and give the men a show, but just three minutes later Dorothy reappeared, wearing an equally as skimpy thong bikini that was light blue and the same design as her neighbor. She had tied her honey-brown hair up to either copy or mock Maggie, and she had a dangerous glare in her eyes. She marched back to the soap bucket and squeezed a gallop of the bubbling mixture on the car and herself making sure Maggie was watching.

They locked eyes from across the flower bed that separated their driveways, and it was on. The girls washed their own cars slowly, showing off their erotic bodies to each other and the other’s husbands. Turning the men on like crazy but turning each other on even more. Maggie wanted to feel that wet body of Dorothy under her, crying out for surrender from pleasure as she fucked it. The little show was the first time Maggie got a good look at Dorothy’s near nude body and Dorothy got a good look at her. She wondered how many other men or women were sneaking a view of this erotic wash-off, but they wouldn’t dare interrupt or complain.

Then Dorothy escalated it, she sprayed her hose over the little garden patch and hit Maggie in the back with a splash bouncing off the big, freckled ass. “You bitch.” Maggie muttered as she turned around where Dorothy stood on the edge of the mud letting the water pour into the dirt. “Whoops.” She said sarcastically and Maggie sneered. She turned her hose up and used her finger to shoot a spay right at Dorothy’s face, hitting the woman square in the eyes. The shot was returned in a millisecond as the women screamed and sprayed each other, then hoses were dropped, and Maggie took a step into the mud toward her neighbor. It was an invitation, one that Dorothy was happy to accept and they met in the middle of the sloppy flower bed. They threw their arms around each other and brought their soaking bodies together with a slap. Then they were down in the muck. Dorothy was on top of Maggie, then Maggie was on top, gooey brown mud covering and making it hard to tell them apart as the two wet babes tried to hold the other down in the thick goo by the ponytail.

After a few seconds, they fought up towards a grassier section and then went back into a muddy ball. Rolling, screaming like hell cats, and putting on one hell of a show with tits and asses bouncing everywhere. Mud flew off them as they broke apart until Dorothy tackled her rival back down to the grass to roll again as she reached for the violet bikini top. It might have gone on, but their husbands who had been watching with open mouths and erections realized they couldn’t let this go on. Their husbands had pulled them apart while they screamed, but the looks and damage were done. Dorothy had ripped Maggie’s bikini top off and was waving it tauntingly as the redhead tried to get out of her man’s arms and back at her rival.

That week, the husbands set a meeting with the women and the challenge was lain bare. A wife versus wife sexfight, the loser backing off for good and never dare confront the winner again. The men shook hands, and the woman locked lips for a long minute to seal the deal.

The memory of her short mud fight was turning Maggie on fast, and her sports bra couldn’t hide her nipples firmly poking out. But it wasn’t like the yellow sundress could do anything to hide her rival’s nips too. Like guns drawn, each girl was displaying her assets in a threatening motion that also showed how attached they were to each other and the idea of finally beating her.



“I bet you are thinking about pulling me down into the mud.” Dorothy whispered with a lusty breath.

“Guilty, but I’m sure you were too.” Maggie retorted with a pant, “Finish what we started without the boys here to stop us this time.”

“Yes, humiliating you in front of everyone on the street is very appealing, especially in the mud. I would have loved hosing you down afterward once I stripped that little bikini bottom off you like I got your top.”

“Doubtful Dorothy, I would have had you down and begging to be washed off from the mud I covered you with.”

“Hmph, well it would be fun, but I guess we should save it. Tonight, we will settle it all anyway, and I’m sure one of us will be begging in the end.”

“Yes, the winner takes all...loser begs.” Maggie agreed, nodding so she could glance down at the tits of her rival.

With nothing else to say until the evening, Maggie started to turn back towards her house, but it seemed Dorothy wasn’t done. “Oh Maggie, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but I think I saw Wayne out at the bars last weekend. Rumor was that stripper Silvia was giving him a very intense lap dance.”

Maggie’s eye twitched but she knew about that particular rumor about her husband. Yet, she was happy to play this game if Dorothy wanted to. “Oh, that’s funny because I heard a juicy little tidbit that Jim was working late with that rich woman Jackie last weekend. I heard they spent almost two hours alone in his back office, but I’m sure it was very PG.” Dorothy didn’t respond but her mouth twitched and then both wives forcibly laughed at the other’s comments.

“So glad to see you, Dorothy!” Maggie added as she started to turn away towards her house again.



“Same to you Maggie! Tonight will be very fun.”

“Oh, it will be…for one of us.” Maggie teased with a slow lick of her red lips and Dorothy’s sneer grew, showing her white teeth with an unhidden lust and hate in response. Six months of teasing and taunting would come down to one night, where one woman would conquer the other, physically, emotionally, and of course, sexually. Satisfied with their catty chat, Dorothy turned to walk back up the brick path to her large house, but before she reached the door, she lifted her yellow sun dress from behind revealing her incredible juicy ass for her rival to see. It was thick and strong with a jiggle that could only come from just enough natural fat layered on top of the overly toned constructed muscle. She could feel the stare of the green eyes on her glutes, and she strutted with an extra sway of her womanly hips, allowing her cheeks to recoil each step. The minuscule string yellow thong, which was basically nonexistent in the sun, offered the only piece covering Dorothy’s ass. She flipped around at the last second once she reached her front door just to make sure Maggie was still watching her and so Dorothy blew her enemy a kiss before opening and shutting the entrance. The redhead seethed for a few seconds, letting the anger and lust build in her, to store it for tonight. Dorothy looked hot in her little thong, but Maggie knew her ass, and her body was better in every way.

An hour later, Maggie was sitting in a familiar classroom at the school. She had some memories here, including some very intense fights against a raven-haired principal, and more recently, her first confrontation with Dorothy. Meeting the new teacher today with her night planned was not ideal but couldn’t be helped. She tapped her foot impatiently when in walked a stunning blonde with a kind smile as she took her seat in front of Maggie, and the redhead’s body went haywire. This woman could challenge her, but she did not feel a sense of danger…in fact, her body seemed to want to relax next to this woman, a feeling Maggie hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hi, I’m Amber Ford, your children’s new teacher. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Maggie Smith.” The redhead responded, and that was it on a personal level. They went through the criteria of school and Amber explained her methods for kids, all very impressive as Maggie tried to understand why she felt such a thrill from the blonde.

“So, do you have any questions?” The teacher asked, and Maggie shook her head still slightly stunned by the woman. “No, not about your credentials or the school year, but maybe one about you?”

“Feel free,” Amber spoke, but her voice had a new icy chill element that Maggie picked up on.

“I’m sure you have met your principal and some of the other mothers. Things get said, so I hope you don’t judge me for any nasty rumors they spread about me.”

Amber frowned, “I know her, and am aware of her style.” The blonde replied, her voice a pitch darker but she then brushed it off. “I won’t deny that I had heard things, but I always make my own impressions before I judge anyone, Mrs. Smith.”

“You can call me Maggie, and that’s good of you, but I just really want to make sure you and I get off on the right foot.”

Amber smiled, “It’s not a problem. I don’t play, and that’s very kind of you. It can be tough to be a new teacher, but I try not to involve myself with the parents of my students.” Amber replied, glancing down at Maggie’s body but that slight break of this proper character that Maggie caught.

But she also felt a weird disappointment and in a begging tone that made her feel weak, she blurted out, “Are you sure!? We could just hang out!” The words surprised even her. She hadn’t made a request like that since she had been a gawky teenager before she joined the sorority before she got into clubbing when she rejected that book club.

There was an awkward silence, but it was short as Amber stood up and brushed her skirt. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Maggie. I’m sure it will be a great school year and thank you for the offer, but I will have to decline. I’m sure we will get to know each other better throughout the year.”

“Yes, same,” Maggie responded, looking at the beautiful blonde with a light blush. She felt a thrill as they shook hands, but the blonde seemed indifferent or was very good at hiding it after their previous words, and Maggie couldn’t help herself asking again. “Maybe we can get some coffee sometime? I would love to show you around and get to know you.”

Amber tilted her head at the second request, “Ahh, as I said, I like to keep it professional, Mrs. Smith, but thank you for the offer, I’ll keep it in mind.” Giving the woman another slight smile, as she showed Maggie the door. The redhead left, weirdly confused, and unable to place the feeling except annoyance. “Hmm...that woman, what am I doing?” Maggie sighed when she finally reached her car. This feeling was different. It was like she wanted to befriend this new teacher, spend time with her and not just fuck her or dominate her. That was a feeling she hadn’t felt towards another woman in years, hell even almost a decade. What made this blonde so interesting? But…that would have to wait. She could explore this new teacher after she dealt with her neighbor.

A few hours later, Maggie was sitting in her living room, empty wine glasses on the table as she waited for the evening guests. Her husband poured some into his cup and turned on some sexy jazz for the mood. Maggie smiled at him but was lost in her thoughts on the new teacher and the events that led to that night. Amber…why was there something about that woman that made Maggie feel different? Beautiful women like that she had been fighting all her life, yet…this teacher seemed different. It was vastly different from her first interaction with Dorothy. In fact, being at the school brought that hot memory to her mind. The bake sale, and their first real interaction almost 6 months ago.

It was the school bake sale, and Maggie had made her famous coconut cream pies she had made the last three years to fame. They were upfront and the top sellers while the other trophy wives backed off with their baked goods. But to her annoyance, there was another cream pie presented next to hers this Friday morning.

“Whose is that?” Maggie asked one of the other women working the booth.

“Oh, the new mom, Dorothy Carter’s pie! She placed them here, also I think she moved to your street Maggie, have you not met her?”

Maggie knew of this Dorothy and a slight frown came to her lips. “Yes, she moved in next door a few weeks ago, but I haven’t been able to go around and introduce myself sadly.” Maggie mused. The other woman nodded, chatted a bit more, and left to run the event. Maggie glared at the delicious-looking pie next to hers, purposely placed, she was sure. She had seen Dorothy, and she knew that this Dorothy Carter had seen her. One look between them and she knew why they had not yet introduced themselves. But it seemed even without meeting in person, a shot had been fired. She moved the other pie behind hers and then did a few simple tasks making sure it stayed there and wasn’t changed. But soon she needed to get her second pie and headed back towards the back classroom to get it. As she walked down the hall, she heard someone’s heels click after her but paid it no mind until she was deep into the school. Looking through the plates, Maggie found her pie when the door behind her opened and closed. She looked behind her in slight surprise and found herself facing a woman.

“Oh, did you get asked to head back here too? Sorry, I’m still new.” The woman said, the lie easily picked up, but Maggie didn’t call her out.

“I did, just getting my second pie because the first sold so quickly,” Maggie replied doing an up-and-down of the woman. They were both in tight jeans, and tank tops, very casual. “And you must be…

“Dorothy Carter and you are Maggie Smith, I have heard so much about you. Me and my husband Jim have been in the new house for almost three weeks now. I’m sure you have seen me around.”

“Yes, that’s me. And I’m afraid Wayne and I just didn’t have time to come say hello to you yet, but I guess that’s happening now isn’t it, Dorothy? All by accident.”

“Hmm, maybe not an accident because I did have a quick question for you about the pie sale. I noticed you had moved mine behind yours which I’m sure is why yours sold more. I’m going to move them back but wanted to give you a heads-up so you don’t touch them again.” Dorothy said, her smile not reaching her eyes.

“Well, you’re new so I’ll let that comment slide. I kind of run things around here and don’t put myself behind anyone and that includes my pies. Yours can come up front, once mine are sold out.” Maggie Smith spoke with a bitchy but authoritative tone. But she wasn’t lying. She was the queen, the top mom, the top trophy wife.

“Oh, the claws come out this fast?” Dorothy said with fake shock. “Well, I’m glad we think alike because I would have brought my nails out for you soon enough.” Dorothy Carter spoke back with an equally nasty tone. “And I think you are old news, because I’m going to be running this school, and our street soon.” She smiled savagely, “And to start, I’m telling you to move your pie so I can place mine up front on the table.”

Maggie laughed loudly at the demand, “Oh, so you think you can just come here and claim something like the queen of our street. Don’t think so, not while I’m here, and I don’t think my coconut cream pies will be in the back. They are the best-tasting, best-selling, and stand-alone up front. And you better choose your words carefully, or things will get nasty between us.” One minute, it took one minute for the two women to declare their intentions. A new record even for Maggie.

“My banana cream pies and I were the top in my old town.” Dorothy scoffed, “And they will be here. I don’t like to share Maggie, and I won’t share with you. The top spot most of all. If you don’t like that, well I guess we'll just have to be nasty neighbors then.”

“The competition in your old town must have been severely lacking then. I’m sure you can see that is not the case here.” Maggie sneered presenting her body by standing with her legs a bit more spread and a flow of her hand.

“I can assure you the competition was not at all slacking in any department and I was still the best. And I can show you just why if you are so curious, why don’t we have a taste test of our cream pies right now? And you can find out why exactly my freshly made banana cream is on top.” Dorothy spoke, the friendless long gone and her true intentions being laid bare. Maggie gave her a mock smile and walked around the other woman, and for a second the new neighbor thought maybe she had scared the redhead off. But Maggie only locked the classroom door, sealing them in and ensuring they would not be interrupted by anyone else at the bake sale. Then she walked back to the table where her pie was presented, their eyes locked as she moved, “If you want a taste test of our cream pies just between us, “ Maggie flicked a big dollop into her pointy finger and held it up towards Dorothy’s mouth, “Be my guest.”

Dorothy’s playful face turned as she tilted her head, and she licked her dark lips dangerously at Maggie. “Sure, but I don’t want to be rude.” And she copied the motion, flicking a big dollop of her own cream onto her finger before bringing it right outside Maggie’s mouth. “Don’t be shy. Have a try too.”

They eyed each other, the new neighbors finally meeting, daring to see how far they would go in this first conversation. Two fingers of freshly made cream waved in front of them. Then, very daringly Maggie opened her lips and slowly brought it down over Dorothy’s finger, filling her mouth with the banana cream, her green eyes full of fury. Dorothy’s brown eyes showed a flicker of surprise but then she filled her mouth with Maggie’s finger and cream. They could have just taken a quick lick, but no, both women sucked each other’s fingers slowly, up and down letting their lips drag on the other’s skin and allowing their tongues to lick and clean every bend, even under the nail as they compared. They sucked for a good ten seconds, taking their time and drawing it out until Maggie backed off first with a light pop. “Not bad. But clearly inferior to mine.”

Dorothy did one last hard suck of Maggie’s finger before smiling with a bit of cream on her lips. “No, yours is clearly inferior.”

“Well, clearly you didn’t get enough if you still think that. Here, have some more.” Maggie offered angrily, escalating the situation. She then surprisingly pulled her tank top off, leaving her in a simple black sports bra. Dorothy didn’t react, acting as though she expected it but then the freckled woman removed the bra, flashing two big tits with her thin waist and wearing only her tight jeans low on her womanly hips.

Dorothy angled her head, now this was interesting. “Oh, you are bold. I’m happy for a second taste, though you will of course be trying some too.”

“Of course,” Maggie replied, as flicked some more of her cream onto her finger and then lightly placed the sticky goop directly onto both her pink nipples, covering her areolas. Dorothy didn’t hesitate a second. She leaned down and lightly licked the coating and Maggie’s nipple, making the redhead shiver. The tasting woman unexpectedly took her time, continuing to flick and suck Maggie’s nipples long after the cream had been swallowed on the initial slurp. She looked up too, making sure Maggie was watching the show as she flicked both nips with her tongue one last time to finish. Then she stood up, eyeing her work on full breasts and glancing at the red-faced Maggie.

“Your turn. Get a taste.” Dorothy then challenged, her big tits becoming exposed as she peeled off her tank top and bra in one fluid motion. They seemed to bounce, matching Maggie’s chest in size, density, and firmness. She placed two heavy dollops onto her brown nipples and leaned her chest forward. Maggie happily took the bait, her wet tits hanging as she lowered her face and sucked in Dorothy’s left nipple first with all the cream around it. It was tasty, the nipple an erect texture to play with as the cream filled her senses. She glanced up as they locked eyes when she switched to the right, running her tongue on the sweet skin. Maggie finished the right with a light bite on the shaft and went back up with a smile. Spit and some cream dripped down her lips as she cleaned them with her taster.

“You ready to admit mine is better?” Dorothy hissed, her face red from the pleasure and the teasing.

“It’s good, but mine is great.” Maggie snapped back, her own body sending the signals that it was very much in the mood for some aggressive sex.

“My cream pie is the best, it’s the thickest, and tastiest…and if you still disagree. I’m sure our husbands would love to try both.” Dorothy said with a sneer.

“Trust me, you don’t want your husband to try my cream pie, or you won’t get him back,” Maggie growled with shrill. The women getting closer than before. “But I’m glad we got to talk today, Dorothy. I think we both know the situation now and exactly how this is going to go.”

“I agree.” Dorothy purred, her brown eyes fiery.

This quickly escalated situation was an unexpected piece of the day for Maggie but it felt natural and now inevitable as the two MILFS stood up at their full height in this erotic showdown. “I don’t think we are going to get along Dorothy, my street doesn’t need another slut, and I don’t need my man staring at you every morning.” Maggie mused with an almost sad smile though her hunger was apparent. She didn’t make friends with other women, she hated them, but she loved to fuck them. This Dorothy was exactly the type too.

“No, I don’t think we will either, but if OUR block can only handle one slut, well, I’ll have to make sure all the others are tamed. Especially you, the second my husband saw you; I knew I would have to make sure you were gone, or at least…submissive.” Dorothy breathed, identical thoughts flowing in her head when she saw the busty redhead jogging just last week. The easiest way to become a queen of a new town was fuck down the old one.

“Well, I guess we will see each other around…welcome to the neighborhood Dorothy.”

“Thank you Maggie and yes, I bet we will see all of each other around soon.” Dorothy teased in a catty-like tone, and then she stepped forward, her erect nude nipples suddenly piercing Maggie’s breasts, even as the pink rods of her rival stabbed back. Maggie almost gasped but recovered and moved forward an inch so their areola went flat into each other. The stickiness of the remaining cream made their nipples tingle as they felt the erotic pulses shoot to their clit, moistening their cunts under their thongs and jeans.

Maggie knew at that moment that she and her neighbor would end up in a sexfight. She wasn’t sure when, or how long it would take for them to push each other to the breaking point, but she knew it would only end when one woman had drained the other in a nasty, neighbor vs neighbor sexfight to be the queen of their street.

That hot showdown in the classroom had been the start and Maggie often wondered if they should have just settled it there and then. But the enjoyment and thrill of the hunt was something to savor and the meal did come eventually. Suddenly, Maggie was jolted out of memory. A loud knock on her door signaled the arrivals. 7 PM on the dot, right on time and Maggie stood with a light stretch, a grin on her face. It was time to settle this.

She skipped over to the door, wearing a new white sundress thanks to the heat of the night. She answered the door, and there was Jim and of course, Dorothy. He was in a tight dark blue suit like Wayne’s black, and holding a bag of what Maggie guessed were a few surprises. The other wife was also in a new sundress. Similar to the one Maggie had seen her in this morning, but with one major difference. Dorothy was wearing no bra, and her nipples were pointing through the incredibly thin sky-blue material. But that was perfect because Maggie had guessed correctly. After all, she was wearing no bra either. Round one was on. The men shook hands, they understood this was not personal between them. They knew the life they had signed up for when they married women like Maggie and Dorothy. The women waited patiently behind them, but they only had eyes for each other. Then, the men stood aside as the two sundresses-wearing women were now face to face.

“Welcome.” Maggie smiled with a phony pleasantness as she stepped forward past the men.
“Thank you,” Dorothy replied with equal cheer, taking a step too towards the redhead as if only she and Maggie were in the room. They came together in a tight hug, and the men stood back and watched with growing excitement. Because they knew the competition had already begun as the girls held themselves together tightly, their full ample breasts behind the pathetically thin layer of materials were already pressing and trying to dominate as the hug began.

Long, toned legs flexed, each woman trying to force the other woman’s tits back. They might as well have been skin on skin the way their nipples poked through their tops. After a few seconds, they started rotating, not trying to hide what they were doing as Maggie and Dorothy felt each other out, tits moving, getting pushed up and weighing down their rival’s bosom. They let out grumbles as their arms flexed, pulling even tighter in what was becoming a bear hug contest between the two endowed wives. The men watched on, the generous tits of their women finally meeting, and crashing into a sexy mass were almost enough to make them cum. It was almost 30 seconds, but no winner could or would be decided with this. Finally, Maggie untensed and backed up, placing her hands on Dorothy’s shoulders while the brunette moved her fingers down to her rival’s hips.

Then the redhead came forward again and Dorothy met her half as they sealed with a hot open mouth kiss. Tongues shot out and slashed as both pairs of hands ran through the other’s curly hair. They kissed forcibly, tongues swirling and grinding as they tasted the rival that had been hunting them the last half year. The men let out whistles and the women glanced at them even while they continued their spit duel. They were the lucky ones, allowed to witness such a spectacle. They knew this would have happened between Maggie and Dorothy whether they were here or not. But even though they might have felt like pawns, they were still the kings the women had chosen and had a significant role to play. What better to break another queen than to steal her king? Maggie had once said to a rival she had left drained on a club floor.

They finally pulled apart, gasping before wiping their mouths with their arms. The sloppy kiss had confirmed everything they needed to know. Their rival was as good as advertised and this fight was going to be messy. “I’m glad we finally get to settle this, Dorothy.”

“I feel the same way Maggie, and I’m so glad your husband gets to watch me break you,” Dorothy replied with sweetness as she ran a hand down Maggie’s chest and flicked one of her poking pink nipples in the white dress.

“I’m going to make your man forget you even exist, and dominate you like you never have been before.” Maggie smiled, taking hold of Dorothy’s ass and feeling the tiny string of her thong behind the dress.

“No chance, I’m going to make you beg under me and your man is going to explode down my throat and in my cunt by the end of the night.”

“Keep dreaming bitch.” Maggie hissed, pressing her forehead onto her rivals.

“I’m awake and here slut. Let’s fucking start this, like we agreed.”

“If you are ready for your first humiliation,” Maggie growled and both women turned to the men, hunger in their eyes. The women walked side by side towards the excited boys, the summery dresses flowing, but instead of taking their husband's hand, they took their rival's man and led them to opposite chairs on each side of the mat. They pushed the men into the opposing seats, pulled off their belts erotically, and let their erect shafts pop from their suit pants. Two long thick dicks like flag poles came out and each woman let out a sigh of satisfaction at the night beginning. This dirty little trade had been a long time coming and the men couldn’t believe they finally would get their sexy neighbor, their wife’s mortal enemy to suck off their dick.

Focused on the men, and not each other for once, a grinning Dorothy pulled off her thin summer dress right over her head right in front of Wayne. She tossed it aside, along with her heels, leaving her standing in only a tiny, body-hugging G-string thong, made of white triangles on both sides with a navy-blue outline and matching blue thicker shoelace size strings very high-waisted, almost at her mid stomach. Wayne couldn’t believe the view, but Jim was getting a similar treatment. Maggie had pulled down her dress and kicked it with her heels into the corner. She had picked a reversed-colored thong, blue triangles with a white outline and strings, equally high-waisted, tied expertly with two bow tie knots on each hip. Jim was stunned, Maggie’s body was drool-worthy and he struggled not to whistle in approval. Her pale tits looked so firm but just had enough natural hanging to show off their size. These two women’s legs were toned and strong, and soon would crush like snakes he thought eagerly.

On the other side, Dorothy went down to her knees, looking up at Wayne. She spit on his dick but noticed his eyes were still on the standing Maggie in her thong across the mat. “Keep your eyes on me or else.” Dorothy threatened and Wayne nodded at the sexy milf from next door. She stuck her ass out more behind and rubbed her face on the penis before sucking it into her maw. Wayne’s eyes almost popped as the sensations took over. On the other side, and without warning, Maggie took Jim’s dick into her mouth where she began to bop and suck. He moaned instantly, while he glanced up at his wife’s hot ass across the mat but quickly felt nails dig into his thighs. He looked down as Maggie ran her tongue up his shaft to the head, but the green eyes were flaring. She let it slip out of her mouth as the head rested on her cheek. “Look at me, not your slut of a wife.” The redhead growled dangerously. Jim wanted to counter and talk back, but Maggie sucked the head of his dick so hard that words failed him.

This wasn’t some turn-on contest; this was two sexually aggressive women sucking a rival husband’s cock as if she would die of thirst. A race of sorts, but neither doubted the other woman would complete her task quickly. The boys seemed desperate to stare at their own wife’s perfect ass in her tiny triangle thong a few feet away, but it was dangerous to look away from the sexy but crazy neighbor who currently had their dick in their mouth. No rules were set and both women used their mouths and hands willingly to bathe and squeeze the penises. It made for a fast duel, and it was only a minute before it was almost over. Looking at both the woman in front of them, and their wives, both in G-strings that looked even smaller when they were on their knees, asses stuck out behind them. Round, full, spank-able, and swallowing their thongs, the women sucked cock as a warmup for their sexfight.

Wayne couldn’t control it, he wanted to cum, he wanted to shoot it in his neighbor’s hungry mouth. Dorothy’s smooth back was perfect, her hips wide, and he could just see the side of her massive tits as she focused on her task, deepthroating him easily. All the times he stared at her running around the block in her sports bra, jacuzziing in her thong, and now the brunette was giving him incredible head. He just had to hold on, but as he glanced at his wife, matching Dorothy’s unbelievable body in every way, knowing those two bodies were going to come together until one couldn’t go on. God, he wished he could just spend all day comparing them up close, but it was too much. He couldn’t hold it, but thankfully Jim had been having identical thoughts about Maggie.

The men moaned suddenly as they unloaded but not into the mouths of the women. Before the men came, both girls had moved up on their knees and crushed the large shafts with their ample breasts, squeezing them between the spongy fat. “Oh god!” Wayne moaned as Dorothy’s tits consumed his dick as she glared up at him, angry but amused as he shot his first load. Maggie was having a similar reaction to Jim, who was groaning loudly as the redhead ran her massive tits up his dick from the base up to the tip as if she was squeezing every drop of fluid out of a straw. The cum shot out in long white strands over the four tits, the men trying to hold back but with futile effort thanks to the other wife. It had only taken a minute, maybe a minute and a half for both sexy wives to bring their rival’s man to satisfaction. Once the final string was shot, the women gave each dick one last suck for good measure and then knew it was time.

As the men gasped, the two women stood up and turned away to face the cum splattered adversary across the mat. “Not unexpected.” Dorothy mused, glancing at her gasping husband behind Maggie’s hot pale body, fire in her brown eyes. Wayne now got a great view of Dorothy’s ass in his face, a plump, incredibly shaped booty that matched his wife’s pale, freckled behind. She must hip thrust a lot, he thought, wanting even now after cumming to stick his dick into his neighbor’s pussy and slam that ass with all his might.

“Yes, I think we both knew how this part would go, poor boys can’t last like us.” Maggie sighed as she looked at the drained Wayne sitting behind Dorothy. Jim had to restrain his hands, wanting nothing more than to seize the pale, freckled big glutes in front of him in the blue thong. He now admitted that Maggie’s ass could match his wives in size and juiciness. But who could pump harder with it…that question remained.

While the gasping boys gawked at the women, the girls shared a knowing smirk that might have passed off as friendly or at least an acknowledgment that their enemy wouldn’t disappoint them with their sexual skills. But the smiles faded as they observed their husband's cum drip down the amble chest of the other woman, running down the middle like a creek between two big boulders. “If you want your husband’s cum, you can come lick it off me?” Dorothy giggled as she lifted her tits and gave the top of her chest a slight tasting herself, with a quick little lick.

“I think we have had plenty of foreplay. Instead, how about we get on the mat? Of course, in this house, there is no clothing allowed there.” Maggie teased, using her hands to spread Jim’s cum across her big tits, and then once covered, used both sticky fingers to untie each knot on her hips at the same time. The white triangled thong fell off her pussy to the ground as Maggie stood there in her living room, completely nude, freshly shaved, and ready to fuck this bitch who acted like she already owned the street.

“Oh, I like those house rules.” Dorothy mocked before she mimicked the move, spreading Wayne’s seed on her boobs, before letting her thong flutter down between her legs with a quick pull of the strings. Now both women were inspecting each other’s bare bodies with scrutiny and with more detail than they had seen. The men, now slightly recovered, gave a short applause at the sight but were ignored. They were now flies on the wall, and knew that no matter what, they would not dare come onto the mat while this fight was on.


“Let’s play, Maggie.”
“Come here, Dorothy.”
And with that the two naked women stepped onto the mat, ready to prove once and for all who was the sex queen of this suburb.

An hour and a half later, the two wives lay gasping on the floor in Maggie’s living room having just finished a 15-minute wet 69, two soaked vibrators discarded next to them. Strands of brown and red hair littered the mat, and all signs of the room showed a savage battle that had been physically and sexually devastating between the ladies.

The husbands of the two women were holding their breath as they remained in their seats, eyes locked on the combatants engaging in what appeared to be the sex duel of their lives. Twice, both husbands thought their wives had it. Maggie pinning Dorothy on her stomach and licking her ass, Dorothy spreading Maggie wide and devouring her cunt. It was impossible to tell who had the advantage, or who was close to being finished…but they knew it was almost over. The women had cum multiple times and though they were sex goddesses, even the two erotic queens had their limits.

They didn’t speak and just sat on their knees. Their hung breasts remained taut but red with bite marks around the areola. Then they began to crawl around each other on opposite sides of the mats, milkers swinging, apple-shaped asses behind swaying. Open, exposed pussies trickling spit to the floor as they moved. They looked like a mess, done hair now frizzy and wild, only wearing their ripped stockings and nothing else. The confident smirks were long gone, and desperation was in their eyes and features. They had exchanged orgasms back and forth, pinned each other multiple times and the two sexually peaked women were starting to crumble as their limits were broken. The men had cum three times too, and now were nearly drained themselves though the sight of their wives being pushed to the edge was bringing them back to erect for one last load.

“You’re so close to being finished for good slut. I felt your pussy start to give there.” The honey-haired woman panted.

“Not even bitch. Even after all this, my cunt is still the best on this street. Your husband will know it soon.” The ginger breathed roughly.

“Or maybe it will be your husband feeling mine, whore. That’s what matters right, the cunt that can make her man feel the best. That sounds right.”

Well, we can prove which of us has the better cunt, can’t we? A good way to settle this entirely.” Maggie hissed, eyeing her hot neighbor.

“I think so too. This is about who has the tighter, perfect cunt for her man, right? Even after having to deal with a nasty slut, a real queen could still handle it. Let’s finish it that way; the way two housewives should settle this type of dispute.” Dorothy reached off the mat to the only dry toy left in the room, a 14-inch double-headed dildo made specifically for this type of pleasure, or in this case, fight. She had brought it, but it had thus far gone unused as the women were content fighting with their natural gifts… except for the vibrators. Now it seemed a final measure and a perfect way for them to end this with their foe who had been so resilient. “Ass to ass, with a dick between us, till one of us loses it or breaks trying.” Dorothy hissed, spinning the thick toy in her hands, watching it flop back and forth.

“That’s the perfect way for us to end this,” Maggie admitted with a huff, as she brushed her long red curly hair out of her eyes showing off her freckles. Her makeup was ruined, making her look savage with black streaks down her eyes. Her more natural cute face could almost be seen behind the layer of complexion, a side of her she never let out. A side she had left when she had pushed away her love of books. Maybe she could see that in Dorothy too, and for a second, she wondered what choices she had made that lead her to being a catty housewife who would fuck fight any woman to dominate her. But she shook her head, that wasn’t worth thinking about, the only that mattered was fucking Dorothy and breaking her sexually with her own superior body. “Bring that big fake cock over here, I’ll suck your side, and you suck mine. Let’s make it nice and wet for each other.”

“If you want my saliva that deep in you, I’m happy to do just that.” Dorothy giggled manically as she crawled over slowly as Maggie waited on her knees. Once close, they aligned their breasts but did not touch the full pairs. Maggie took one hand onto the dick and they lifted it to their mouths. Slowly they began to suck the toy like it was a live dick, making the soaking of the toy into an erotic show for their rival and the men, preparing them for the final task that they would be needed for. The husbands, in turn, were clapping and cheering lightly at the sight of their wives, swallowing and licking the toy until the men were back to erect for the 3rd time that night. Once the women had covered the shaft in spit, they would be ready, ready to end the toughest sexfight in either of their lives.

They glared as they sucked their sides of the toy, tempted to force it deep down the other bitches’ throat and gag her, but it was risky for herself to get gagged, and more so, they wanted to end this. After one slightly longer swallow each, where their lips almost touched, and two loud wet pops, the women finished their soaking work. Then they flipped it around, so each woman had her rival’s spit-soaked side to be inserted inside of her. But instead of playing nice, Maggie slapped Dorothy’s left tit while a light tug of war began as Dorothy slapped the freckled chest back. The big jugs moved and shook as they gripped and twisted the other nipples with their free hand and pulled the toy towards them. But a good spin from Maggie forced Dorothy to release the dildo. A few more pushes occurred but they knew what had to happen.

They finally turned away, their faces marked with fury, back-to-back on their knees as if they were measuring who was taller. Tender slapped asses forced to crush thanks to the incredible pelvic tilt the women possessed. Maggie was the one holding the dildo after the slap fight, but Dorothy again reached for it as it was placed between the four ass cheeks like a stripper pole. Both men viewed the toy with envy, wishing it was their dick trapped between the four glutes toyed with.

“Quit stalling slut.” Maggie hissed turning her head as she jolted her ass into Dorothy’s feeling out the sweaty muscle that had been fucking her the last two hours

“I’m more than ready when you are whore.” Dorothy growled, rotating her booty into Maggie’s letting her ass do the talking as her sleek cheeks erotically blended with her rivals. The toy slid down the valleys of their ass cheeks and fell to the floor under them. They continued grinding assess for a few seconds even without the wet toy between them lost in the hot sensation until Dorothy smacked her ass one final time before she went down on all fours. Maggie quickly matched the pose to ensure she didn’t lose any leverage as they reached for the toy and took hold of the phallic-shaped plastic.

Slowly, the women went down on all fours, their thick juicy buttocks facing off, their exposed assholes and pussies facing directly in contrast. Under them, the girls worked together to slowly insert their side of the dildo, covered in their rival’s spit, into their very wet and open cunts. They lightly groaned as the toy slipped in, the women already drained of much of their sexual energy. They took inch by inch of the thick flexible material, the soft plastic bending as they worked to control it, and slowly felt their bodies sync with each movement of the other, sending waves of pleasure deep into her rival’s vagina. Further and deeper, until Maggie’s firm ass pressed into Dorothy’s, only two inches of the dildo now visible at the top, the rest inside the two women. Their hands reached behind them, gripping their rival’s fingers like two clamps, locking them together and not allowing escape. Slowly, they began to rock and thrust back and forth, using every last bit of strength they had in controlling the orgasm growing in them. It was difficult as the other woman’s pussy felt as tight as hers and had a control unmatched. A loud clapping started thanks to the two asses meeting skin-to-skin, far louder than the men as Maggie and Dorothy cried out and impaled each other hard.

They fucked with their waning strength, pussies sore from the tongues, fingers and of course, their rival’s cunt they had battled during the night. But this was the final test and Maggie Smith was to her shock starting to feel her body quit a few minutes in. She wasn’t quite sure what happened but after an endless time, Maggie felt the unbearable sensation build around the toy and her figure reacted to it. The responsiveness of the pleasure was worse than before, a pleasure tearing at her, and she realized to her horror she no longer had control of the dildo, and that it was just sliding deep into her by Dorothy’s pussy. Maggie cried out as things went south, her ass shaking, and Dorothy slammed her glutes twice more, the fat muscles jiggling sexily as it was smacked. “You bitch!” The redhead cried, squeezing with her final effort and pushing as far back as she could go. Dorothy didn’t reply but let out a cry of pleasure and frustration, they moaned as Maggie gave her final push…but it wasn’t enough.

She could feel Dorothy lock down the toy with her inner vaginal muscles, and Maggie, even focused, struggled to do the same. Dorothy then used her inner tissues and pressed the slick toy freely into her rival, hitting a spot in Maggie that the redhead hadn’t felt in a long time. The men wouldn’t have been able to tell one woman was in control of the fight until Maggie screamed, “No!”. Then they could see the dildo was easily being pumped into her widening pussy. She lost full control and now she was the only one being fucked from behind. “Oh god!” Maggie cried and to stop herself from cumming at the last second, she pulled away, her limbs shaking as the dildo slipped out of her.

Maggie tried to crawl away in desperation, it had been years since she had felt like this, unable to control her sexual energy. The men were deathly quiet as Dorothy sat up, still holding on to her orgasm too. She turned her face around with a cruel smile. “Where you are going, bitch?” She moved after her escaping foe and caught her by the ankles. Maggie kicked out but it was a feeble attempt and even that movement almost caused her to cum. She was effortlessly spun over, and Dorothy spread the hot pale legs to widen the delicious pussy. Now with her rival on her back, Dorothy slides her lower half between the limbs, the dildo hanging out of her for a second until she pushed the other end into Maggie’s wide-open pussy and began to move, their tits bouncing in the air but it wasn’t a back-and-forth fuck like it had been all night. This time Dorothy was fucking Maggie and there was no resistance from the groaning spasming redhead. Dorothy was starting to groan in victory as she fucked her sex rival, she pushed the toy in the whole way and out over and over, until she flexibly leaned up so that she was on Maggie still connected by the bent toy, but now their clits could connect once again.

Maggie shrieked as her clit was met and the dildo went deeper than ever, allowing Dorothy’s fluids deeply into the pink wide cunt. “You don’t deserve to call yourself a queen, you don’t deserve your husband! You should have been a quiet little cat librarian girl” Dorothy shouted as she slapped both of Maggie’s bouncing tits with loud smacks. Maggie groaned in pain and pleasure as her defeat was taking over and then howled as a final orgasm spread down her body, unable to control, unable to lessen as Dorothy fucked her. The redhead only came for a short time, but it was a higher peak than any of the previous with the sensation removing any vigor left.

“You are my bitch!” Dorothy sneered as she gasped holding in her final orgasm. Maggie let out one last scream submission and collapsed, legs slack and arms out wide. Her body involuntarily surrendered to Dorothy as the emerald eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head and the orgasm ripped through her limbs. The redheaded fallen queen breathed lightly as Dorothy pulled the dildo out of her rival and herself got on her knees in front of the puddle that Maggie had created with her leaking cum.

Dorothy then crawled her weary, sweaty body on top of the drained and unmoving redhead. She pointed at the men for their final task of the night, the one they both wanted while praying that it would be their wife on top for this position. And though it might have pained Maggie’s husband, he followed the orders of the winner as were the rules of this sex game his wife played. Maggie’s husband went behind Dorothy to view her big hot ass, like a red apple from all the spanking. Her wet pussy, open and dripping in his wife’s spit and cum. While Dorothy’s own husband went in front of the brunette’s face. She looked up and gave him a tired smile before nodding and opening her wet mouth. The men began to thrust in sequence, spit-roasting Dorothy while she was atop Maggie whose humiliation was only beginning.

Maybe for some women, it would be embarrassing to be spit roasted like a pig, but Maggie and Dorothy both knew due to a rivalry this intense, and for two women like them, having the loser’s husband join was disgraceful. And of course, the winning queen was allowed to claim all the cum.

It should have been her with Jim’s dick in her pussy and Wayne in her mouth but all she could do was watch the erotic position she had failed to win. The men each thrust a few times, Dorothy’s throat handling her husband easily, her sore pussy still having the energy to just squeeze Wayne’s dick that didn’t need much work to explode after the erotic fight they had just witnessed. Less than thirty seconds later, Maggie heard Wayne and Jim cry out as they synced, or really, Dorothy made them sync using her cunt and tongue. The men exploded for a final time, Dorothy letting out a groan as she was cum loaded in both sides.

She claimed Maggie’s husband’s cum into her cunt as both men cried out Dorothy’s name, the ultimate prize for the winner and shame for the loser of this wife versus wife sexfight. After the first two pumps, she let Wayne pull out and shoot the remaining final shots of cum all around her exposed groin, but she seized every drop of her husband’s cum into the bottom of her mouth. Maggie only whimpered below as Dorothy glanced down seemingly remembering she was there as the men exited her with long strings. She smirked, her pretty, usually kind, face in a sneer, and she slammed her lips and body into Maggie’s. The brunette’s chest crushed the pale freckled tits and forced Jim’s cum down Maggie’s throat as they ‘kissed’. The redhead drank it as best she could but was overwhelmed quickly, letting it dribble down her cheeks and chin as she broke it off with a gasp, the fight in her vanished.

When Dorothy pulled back, she whispered, “You only drink my sloppy seconds from now on bitch.” Then licked Maggie’s face of any of the missed slop and drooled it into the redhead’s open mouth. Then she sat up on Maggie’s hips looking manic and exhilarated even in her exhaustion. “Now for your final lesson.” Dorothy hissed as depleted men fell back to their seats. Dorothy slid her sweaty body up and dragged her wet cunt on Maggie’s chest forward until she was properly sitting on Maggie’s pale sore tits in a classic schoolgirl pin. “Taste your man mixed with me. This is the best cream pie on this street bitch. Don’t you ever dare try to act high and mighty in front of me ever again!” With that, Dorothy pressed her messy pussy right down onto Maggie’s face, the very freckled cheeks and nose covered by the dripping soft sex of her enemy dripping with her husband’s cum. “Ugh! No…” Maggie groaned as she felt herself covered and her pride shatter. She could only put her hands on Dorothy’s hips to lightly try and reduce the thrusting. “Use your tongue! Taste me and him, tell me I’m the queen of this street.”

“Ugh…you are the queen…you are the queen!” Maggie cried in despair, and the words, mixed with her lips moving on her rival’s clit, sent the top woman over the edge. Dorothy screamed in ecstasy one last time as she completed her conquest. All the while Maggie’s face was grinded by the victorious pussy. She was forced to taste her husband’s cum mixed with her rival’s love juice, the ultimate humiliation, and the mixture being spread on her mouth as she suffered her terrible defeat. In the end, Dorothy claimed the title of Queen of this neighborhood and Maggie could only groan again as Dorothy stood and placed one of her feet between Maggie’s soft tits. All the redheaded wife could hear was the clapping from both husbands as Dorothy stood on top of her with one leg up. The new queen’s arms spread out like a victorious nude gladiator, her incredible body covered in both her and Maggie’s sweat, spit, and cum. A large sexy grin on Dorothy’s freckled face as she relished her sexfight triumph over her erotic ginger neighbor.

…..

Maggie woke up with a scream that made Amber groggily shoot up next to her with a gasp. “What…what’s the matter?” Amber spoke half awake, “You ok, Maggie?” She added as Maggie looked around her breathing heavily. She was in a hotel, Amber was with her, and she was in a relationship with Amber. She was Maggie Reynolds, a librarian, not a bitchy housewife. Her real life felt distorted and for a second, she couldn’t remember what was real and what wasn’t until Amber placed a calming hand on her back. The blonde brought her back, and she felt a wave of relief about who she was. Her fight with Dorothy was tomorrow in front of Amber and the other woman’s fiancé, not their husbands. Amber was here, the love of her life…she hadn’t made those choices or become a horrible person. It had all been a dream…yet it had been so real, so…erotic but with such a terrible ending.

“Yeah…sorry, just a really weird dream,” Maggie whispered in the dark, coming fully back to reality. “Sorry babe, I love you.”

“Ok…good. I love you too.” And that was all Amber said as she quickly fell back asleep. Maggie stayed sat up for another few minutes, replaying the erotic images swirling in her mind. It felt so real, and she was so wet thinking of meeting Dorothy’s body as they had over and over in that fantasy. But that ending …she wouldn’t let it happen, she wouldn’t let the sexy bitch stand over her with Amber and Kelly clapping for the brunette book nerd. She was going to win and avenge her dream self somehow, someway.

---To be continued.

Part 6

Maggie woke up in the morning feeling extra groggy. Her stimulating nightmare was still fresh in her mind, and she quickly jumped in the shower to wash away the dirty thoughts. ‘A trophy wife…and an absolute bitch.’ She shuddered as the hot water ran down her curves. It annoyed her how turned on she was at the images her mind had conjured up, and the water shot off her erect nipples. She turned up the heat letting steam build in the pod. It was like looking into an ugly mirror and seeing yourself without your personality, and who had made all different choices. But how far was she from that person in the dream? She had to admit that she did pick a lot of sexual fights with other women in her younger years…but she never really sought them out…they just happened to appear…and she was never cruel to the losers in the end, mostly…but Silvia and Bianca deserved it when she was! Hell, most of her closest friends came from some of her sexual explorations. But in the dream, she had been married…that was something she hadn’t expected her subconscious to say to her…and Amber loved kids as a teacher in the dream too…another thing the real Amber was less keen on. That particular topic was even harder than marriage to bring up to her girlfriend.

These last four years of keeping her dirty, horny, competitive thoughts and actions down made it seem like they were lashing out in both her dreams and reality simultaneously. And there was no way to push them back in the closet. But she could at least tamper the urge by finally finishing this sexfight with Dorothy and winning those books. At least that’s what Maggie told herself; that it was still about the books, she knew it wasn’t, but it is what she told herself.

Getting out of the steamy shower, Maggie pulled on loose cute pink cotton shorts and an oversized white t-shirt without a bra. She put on her round brown glasses and decided she would straighten her hair after breakfast, letting it go a little frizzy and extra curly down her back. She glanced in the mirror and smiled at the reflection. She looked like herself, her book-loving, friendly…to most, intelligent self. Pretty and could be downright sexy if she wanted though she kept that a secret. And she was a woman who loved to have competitive sex, and that woman was going to beat her stalker and leave that other nerd on her back in a puddle of cum and sweat. Feeling a wave of confidence, she came out of the bathroom ready to wake her girlfriend, but to her surprise, the sleep-loving Amber was up and had already ordered a light breakfast.

“Eat up, I’m going to shower,” Amber said, passing by Maggie and giving a freckled cheek a light smooch before heading into the still-steamy room.

“Ok…I had the weirdest dream.” Maggie blurted out, following Amber with her eyes.
Amber paused and turned back to Maggie, “Did you? You were tossing and turning a lot.”

“Yeah. It was just…weird.” The redhead added, tapping her fingers together and unsure how to explain.

“Well, you can tell me about it later.” Amber finished continuing into the bathroom.

“Sure.” And Maggie dropped it for now, “And what time are we going to go meet Dorothy and Kelly?” She added as Amber stripped out of her simple pajamas with the door open. The blonde’s body was hard to look away from and Maggie felt thankful that she had a girlfriend that looked like Amber. “Later. Don’t worry. I won’t let my girlfriend finish this weekend without settling it with that other nerd.”

Maggie sighed not up for arguing against the nerd comment, “Ok.” And she hopped onto the large bed as Amber turned on the water. She snacked on a croissant and drank some smoothie leftover while watching a bit of the news. She felt antsy thinking about her soon-to-be fight, and how she would fuck Dorothy. Ugh, why did that other woman drive her so crazy?! Stalking, books, partners! There were just way too many traits they shared; Maggie groaned. At that moment, the nightmare of herself being under Dorothy and their ‘husbands’ spit roasting her rival flashed into her head. ‘Fuck.’ Maggie whispered, shaking her mind free. Time seemed to drag until Amber finally walked out of the shower, dressed more for the gym than comfort.

“Oh, are you going to go work out? Can I come?” Maggie asked, jumping up from the bed and already walking towards her bag to change into weightlifting gear.

“Yeah… Nah, I don’t think you are going to have time for that Mags…sorry but you jumped them on me, so this is a little payback.” Amber mused with a dangerous smile at her girlfriend.

“What?” Maggie questioned tilting her head, but Amber was already walking towards the front door of their room when a knock rang out. “Love you, Maggie.” Amber tauntingly spoke again as Maggie’s green eyes went wide, “Wait!” She yelled in a sudden panic as Amber swung open the hotel room door to the guests. She wasn’t ready! Compared to the night before when she had been done up in her cocktail dress ready to fuck, Maggie looked like a nerdy though still hot mess if she was being real.

“Hey.” Amber welcomed and Maggie paled. Kelly came in first, dressed in tight white long leggings and a matching white tank top, dragging a freshly woken-up looking Dorothy who was red-faced. She also looked like her ‘normal’ self, more like when Maggie had gone and seen her at work but even more relaxed than then. Her messy straight brown hair was everywhere, and she had her big square black glasses on. She was also wearing a loose white tank top but skintight bright red workout shorts as bottoms. Maggie would have laughed at how confused Dorothy looked if she wasn’t in an exactly similar position.

“Oh, you got her here. Didn’t think you would be able to.” Amber mused glancing at Kelly who let out a huff as she closed the door behind her, tossing Dorothy in by the arm. Maggie and Dorothy were, for once, not glaring at each other and gawking at their partners for this setup.

“Not easily. Getting her out of the room was fine, but she fought me all the way when she realized where we were going till I threatened to leave this date and take her with me.” Kelly lambasted as she glanced around the big room, “Jesus…this is a massive suite. Which one of you is the rich bitch?” And then her brown eyes fell on Maggie, “Wow, look how cute they both are. This is exactly how I imagined two ADULT women fighting over a bunch of books to look.” Sarcasm dripping from her words, “They are lucky they are so hot, or man, they would definitely still be virgins.”

Dorothy literally let out a hiss at the insult and Maggie agreed but refused to nod or acknowledge it.

“Whatever, dear.” Kelly sighed in response to the hiss as she sized Amber up. “Oh, and you don’t look too bad either Amber, I’m looking forward to seeing if you are all looks or have some fight in you.”

“Hmm, guess you will find out,” Amber responded, her icy stare seemingly not working well on Kelly who shrugged with a devilish smile of her own.

Maggie glanced back and forth between them feeling an unexpected tension. “Ok, what’s the deal?” She asked, glancing at the three women in the room and feeling on edge as Dorothy’s stare seemed to follow her mouth.

“The deal is we are going to fight in front of you two.” Kelly teased the redhead looking between the two messy women. “And you two are going to remain sitting in your seats till we are done. IF we think you have been good, we will let you go at it then.”

There was a short silence then yelling. “But we brought you to humiliate each other!” Maggie bemoaned pointing back and forth between herself and Dorothy and surprisingly Dorothy nodded in agreement. “Yeah! It’s about us! I told you that, Kelly! But you are making it about you! I only told you about this bitch because you would get mad at me if I didn’t!” Dorothy squeaked and Kelly nodded, “Yes, I would have been very upset. Consider yourself lucky dear. This is happening and if you dare try to stop us, well, I guess she and I might just have to ruin your little fight and end this little book dispute.” Kelly snapped at her fiancé, and Amber turned to Maggie daring her to speak up. Maggie now stayed silent, and Dorothy simply looked speechless about how sideways the double date plan had gone.

“Now, you two pull those two chairs on opposite sides of the bed. Amber and I will fight on the stage and figure out which one of us can fuck better.” Then she smiled wider, “And then the winning girl can bring her partner onto the bed for a little tag team fun with the loser. And the loser’s partner must watch the whole time. You two wanted to bring us in but thought you wouldn’t risk us? How does that sound for humiliation?”

Maggie and Dorothy gulped, glancing at their partner, then their rival’s partner, and then finally their rival who seemed to share in their sudden trepidation. That concept was more in line with their idea of how this date should go, but Maggie felt her heart beating widely. Risking herself was one thing, being forced to risk Amber was different. She hadn’t seen Amber sexfight anyone but herself in a long time, not even their friends. And Dorothy, her stalker, on top of Amber, fucking her girlfriend while she had to watch sounded unbearable. But she didn’t seem to have a choice in the manner, and fucking Kelly with Amber while Dorothy watched was just enough to make the risk worth it.

“Fine, if she agrees.” Maggie finally said.

“Hmph. I only agree because I’m still going to get to embarrass you by having Kelly and I fuck your girlfriend while you watch Maggie!”

“No! Amber and I are going to fuck your fiancé, Dorothy! Then I’m going to do the same thing to you! This is going to be over between us, today.”

“Yeah, it is over today, because I’ll be fucking you till you submit!” Dorothy hissed, and she took a step forward around the bed again but was pushed by Kelly into her seat roughly. “Sit,” Kelly spoke with a demanding tone.

Dorothy seemed to sink into her seat and Kelly’s bright smile returned. “Good. Now let me pin this girl for you babe.” And she leaned down and pressed her lips into Dorothy’s who kissed back with a loud moan. Maggie watched the hot make-out start and then turned to Amber with a desperate plea in her green eyes. Amber looked at her and sighed, but she walked over, pushed Maggie down into the chair, and mounted her girlfriend putting her knees on the seat. She threw her blonde hair back, and the smile on her face reminded Maggie of that punk bitch she had fought so many years ago. Then Amber bent down and launched her tongue into Maggie’s mouth aggressively kissing her on the other side of the room. Maggie felt her libido spike as she reached around and felt Amber’s full ass in the tight blue yoga pants. She squeezed the glutes for a second, but Amber was not to be outdone, running her hands under and into the oversized white t-shirt to palm Maggie’s boobs. She ran her thumbs around the nipples, teasing them, making them erect. The sensations drew a groan from Maggie’s mouth as the long-time girlfriends smooched with more passion. But they weren’t the only hot couple in the room enjoying each other. On the other side, Kelly had pulled Dorothy’s arms above her head and gave the book nerd a hot lick on her neck before sucking Dorothy’s bottom lip as the brunette let out a whimper of desire getting turned on. Time moved on slowly but Amber and Kelly seemed in no hurry; pleasuring and exciting their women.

After another five minutes of tongue play, Amber reached down and pulled off her blue sports bra, letting her breasts bounce out with a light jiggle in front of Maggie’s face. How Amber looked as good as she did 8 years on made Maggie slightly jealous for a reason she couldn’t explain, but she didn’t care because she was the one who got to sleep with that body anytime she wanted. “Suck them bitch.” Amber ordered, and Maggie hissed even as she did as she was told. She let out her tongue and began licking the fat orbs, using one of her hands to lift it and even layer the underside as much as she could. Then she started sucking them in an equal manner, getting as much spit on her girlfriend as she could lather, focusing on the brown nipples. Her ears picked up a similar loud slurping from the other side of the room and knew that Kelly’s darker tits were getting an equal bath from Dorothy’s annoying mouth. Maggie moved even faster, feeling the spirited urge to win already and this wetting continued for almost another two minutes. A mix of sucking, licking, and then hot kissing until she and Amber were breathless, and Amber’s tits were dripping on Maggie’s shirt. Then Amber pulled back, her stunning face blushed, “This is for you babe, wish me luck.”

“Amber…” Maggie moaned almost ready to just give everything up to fuck her girlfriend right then but slowly Amber got off the chair and smiling at her, turned and pulled down her yoga pants, leaving her in nothing and showing off her completely nude body. Kelly had stood too, shared a moment with her partner before turning, a feverish look of desire in her eyes. She was naked and Maggie took in the sight of the woman who was about to fight her Amber in a sexual bout.

Kelly was built like the girl Maggie had been known to fight in college but with a mature flair. She couldn’t guess her age, but she looked older than Amber. She had dark skin, almond color, and red nails. She had no tan lines anywhere, and her mature face was twisted by the devilish grin she seemed to constantly have on her soft pink lips. Her large dark breasts were laid by black nipples atop a slightly larger areola than Amber’s tanned and brown nips. Her hair was thick and very twisted even more than Maggie’s and down, only reaching her shoulders thanks to the curls. Toned long legs, and just a tiny hint of muscle on her stomach with the fat being in all the right places on her body. Spit was dripping off Kelly’s chest in equal manner to Ambers and Maggie felt a primal urge to prove that Amber’s wet tits were more covered than Kelly’s, as impossible as that would be to prove. Dorothy found Maggie’s eyes from across the room around their nude girls and glared at her, “10 minutes, and then I’m going at her.” She snapped pointing at Maggie in her seat.

“Why wait 10, I’m right here Dorothy. Let’s just settle it!” Maggie snapped back leaning forward.

“Ok! Your wish is my command!” But Dorothy couldn’t even take a step out of the seat before she was pushed down again by Kelly while Amber stood in front of Maggie, her expression dangerous. “This is my fight.” Amber hissed, and Maggie gave her a quick nod, almost scared at the sudden change in Amber’s tone. Then she turned back to the bed where Kelly had already started climbing onto the mattress first. All Maggie could do was dig her nails into the side of her seat and watch. Kelly looked good, sexy, and strong and her smile was one of confidence as her big tits swayed as she moved like a lithe cat. “I’m waiting, Amber.” Kelly teased, drawing out the blonde’s name. Amber rolled her eyes at the taunt, “Don’t worry bitch. I’m not going to make you wait a second longer.”

Kelly paused on her knees, but she looked even more excited while Amber ran her hands up her wide hips and thin waist, up to the soaked breasts. Then she got on the bed as Kelly waited and spoke to both sitting women, “We agreed to keep it short for you two. The first girl to make the other cum wins. Easy and quick…before the long humiliation for the loser.”

“Might be quick, but you won’t find me easy.” Amber mocked as she went up too on her knees before they began to circle each other. This gave Maggie and Dorothy a full 360 view of the two women ready to sex fight in front of them and it was hard to tell whose body was better. Amber’s light tan form versus Kelly’s dark complexion, each ass sticking out behind them. They went all the way around once until Amber offered up her hands forward and Kelly slowly took them, interlacing their fingers above their heads.

“We will see who is easy.” Kelly breathed, as her wet boobs seemed to gravitate towards Amber’s soaked chest. Maggie thought this façade would fail quickly, that Kelly and Amber would playfully wrestle just to piss her and Dorothy off. She couldn’t have been more wrong. With a cry the two women slammed their bodies tighter with a slap, tits crushing, asses flexed. The spit-covered breasts compliments of Dorothy and Maggie’s slipped and slid as their muscles locked bringing them more in contact. “Ugh!” The fighters moaned as they crashed into a battle of womanly muscle in what was an aggressive slam on the hotel bed.

Maggie’s mouth dropped open and a single word. “Fuck.” Escaped her lips as the fight on the bed began. Amber’s big hot ass was towards her, and she could see the smooth-toned back of her girlfriend activate in challenge to this new opponent. Maggie hadn’t seen Amber do this in a long time, and her already high arousal shot up at the sight. Kelly’s smiley face flipped into one of fierce anger, as they settled into a test of strength with their bodies, a tit-on-tit press. Their wet boobs squished as they rotated and ground conjoined before they slapped back and forth a whole foot at a time. “Get her Amber! Push her off!” Maggie suddenly yelled as Amber’s wet tits molded into the darker pair.

“Beat her Kelly! Fuck that tanned slut” Dorothy screamed in response, the two book stalkers becoming cheerleaders for their partners. On the bed, the two women crashed for almost a minute. Then they would freeze like marble statues, frozen except for their large chests expanding harshly for air. “Fucking bitch.” Amber hissed but Kelly didn’t respond and instead, with a cocky smile, pressed her red lips into Amber’s for the first time. Maggie worried for a second that the kiss would break Amber’s concentration in the titfight, but the blonde was quick to adjust and sucked at her opponent’s mouth wetly, as they brought more of their bodies aligned.

Then Amber pulled her left hand free, and while still kissing she wrapped her arms around Kelly’s toned back. She tried to toss her rival down, but Kelly countered in a second with both arms and when Amber matched, they squeezed into a big-titted bear hug; their huge breasts crushed under their faces. Kelly let out a groan of discomfort, snapping the kiss and throwing her head back but soon Amber let out a wail too as they tried to see who would let go first. Maggie could see Kelly’s big boobs crushed into Amber’s and she imagined what her girlfriend must be feeling, the raw erotic sensations of another woman trying to dominate you, while your girlfriend watched and your tits were crushed. Those big wet mammaries she had just been sucking, matching against her stalker’s fiancé’s tits, mixing her and Dorothy’s spit…as if it was really the two book nerds were fighting on another level beyond the physical.

Maggie watched on when she glanced at Dorothy who caught her stare from across the room once again. Feeling like their own battle had started thanks to the spit, Maggie wanted to taunt this bitch and get her angry. Without warning Maggie pulled off her large white shirt and threw it aside leaving her topless in the cushioned seat. She started to rub her uncovered pink nipples at Dorothy, holding her heavy squishy freckled pale tits in her hands. The other nerdy woman watched, smirked then her white tank top flew away. But she let her tits be free but sent her hands lower. While the bed was too high to see their rival’s lower halves, Maggie could guess just by the look on Dorothy’s face that the bitch had begun to masturbate in her tight red shorts.

Maggie smiled because she didn’t need any lube or spit to copy that move. She was already wet enough watching Amber and Kelly as she reached into her pink shorts. They were soaked with cum and it was easy to finger herself with two digits. She stared desperately at Dorothy, who let out a light gasp as she stared at Maggie, fucking herself. Maggie wasn’t sure what was hotter. Her girlfriend fighting Dorthy’s sexy partner, or her stalker masturbating in front of her while their partners had a sexfight in front of them. It was quite the combo. While she and Dorothy had started finger fucking themselves, the fight had a sudden turn on the bed. The nude women spun twice on their knees, but Amber had a bit more leverage, and winning the bear hug, slammed Kelly down to her back with herself on top. They groaned as the muscular pairs of legs spread and they lightly began to hump as they fought for position, the more sexual now with one on top of the other. Then, Amber shifted down to Kelly’s right tit and latched on the nipple where began to suck, tasting the mixed spit of Dorothy and Maggie on Kelly’s breast. “Ugh! Slut!” Kelly groaned as she tried to rip at Amber’s blonde hair from the bottom, but Amber refused to be pulled off.

But Maggie and Dorothy weren’t paying attention, completely captivated by each other now. Dorothy suddenly flipped Maggie off with her cum covered middle finger before sucking it back into her mouth with a desperate glare. Maggie wiped some cum on herself, then pushed her tits up and licked it off in response as they taunted each other from their seats while the two sexy gladiators wrestled in the middle of them. They were humping each other forcefully now on the bed with Amber still on top. It became even harder to pick what to stare at, Dorothy masturbating or Amber holding Kelly down and sucking one of her tits into her mouth. It was a multi-level erotic show that was making Maggie close. Suddenly, Kelly finally rolled them and smothered Amber for a second, then as the blonde gasped, Kelly tried to mount her, shooting up before the blonde could react. But Amber reached up to one of the two pillows on the bed and swung it forward, hitting Kelly on the side of the face and off the blonde who jumped back on her.

Seeing Kelly down under Amber’s hot body again after the pillow strike made Dorothy jump up and end her little masturbation show. “Your girlfriend cheated!” She hissed, slamming her hands on the bed.

“No, she did not, you fat cow!” Maggie yelled getting up as well from her seat. She felt herself drip down her own leg as she moved.

“Cow?! Shut the fuck up with those saggy milkers over there!” Dorothy snapped back, pointing a finger at Maggie’s wet chest.

“Make me shut up, cow!” Maggie repeated and she was seconds away from jumping onto the bed and rushing at her rival.

“Will you two shut up!” Amber hissed angrily but Kelly used the distraction to roll them and then slam her mouth into Amber’s creating a wet mess of groans. Her hot-toned ass contracted as she pressed her hips down on Amber who groaned taking a hard rub to her pussy and slowly exposed clit. It was a more solid pin, and a looped leg kept Amber on the bottom as Kelly pressed her weight onto the blonde.

They continued to wetly kiss as Amber slipped a hand free and latched onto Kelly’s hair, pulling it harshly but couldn’t dislodge the woman as Kelly humped into her body. Their pussies still didn’t meet but their thighs did work to the other’s sex. Kelly had a clear advantage, her jiggling ass flexed into Amber’s prone and spread body. Meanwhile, Maggie was seeing red on her side of the bed. She knew Dorothy had been the one who just cheated distracting Amber and that meant it was all fair game. Before she knew she knew what she was doing, she had reached out and gripped one of Kelly’s ankles and pulled the dark-toned leg towards her. The two wrestling women’s kiss broke as Kelly was dragged off Amber sliding down the blonde’s sweaty body, “Hey!” She gasped, and Amber looked over at what happened as Kelly rolled on her back and kicked out at Maggie with her other leg. But before Amber could register what Maggie had done, Dorothy lunged on the bed taking hold of Amber’s pink and blonde hair. “Ahh!” She shrieked as Dorothy roughly twisted the silky locks and pulled Amber towards her. “Cheater!” Dot cried, as Maggie dodged the two kicks from Kelly and changed her focus on her rival. In a show of athleticism, she dodged the flying feet, jumped on the bed, and dove at Dorothy who released Amber’s hair just in time. The redhead full-bodied tackled the brunette from the top of the bed and they crashed down to the floor with a loud thud. They became wrapped into a tight ball wearing only their wet shorts and started rolling back and forth, slapping skin and ripping at the final pieces of clothing. They let out catty screams, pulling the final pieces of cloth up their rival’s ass in hot wedgies.

On the bed, Kelly and Amber caught their breath after being forced apart and glanced at each other warningly. They shared a look however and then peered over the side to see the almost nude Maggie and Dorothy flailing across the floor. Maggie had ripped Dorothy’s shorts up into a thong style while Dot was tearing at the redhead’s hair. They both somehow still had their glasses on even though they were ajar. They rolled and then it was Maggie’s who felt her pink shorts ripped up into her ass, allowing her big glutes to show off. She slapped Dorothy's tits, then they both took handfuls of the other girl’s chest and twisted with cries of pain.

After watching a few seconds of the catfight, Amber motioned her head towards the pair and Kelly gave her a short nod. They hopped off the bed nude and judging by the frown on Amber’s face, she wasn’t happy. When Maggie rolled on top again of Dorothy, clawing at the other nerd’s large breasts and completely unaware that Amber and Kelly were no longer on the bed, Amber took a nasty grip of the red hair, “Hey!” Maggie cried as she was pulled roughly by her girlfriend off Dot. Dorothy shot up free, ready to tackle Maggie in retaliation, but she had her own hair ripped by Kelly and let out a wail. The two partners dragged the book nerds back to the seats by their hair, making them crawl like pets for a few feet. “Get off me, Amber!” Maggie yelled, hearing Dorothy yell, “Kelly! Let the fuck go!” On the other side of the room.

“What the fuck did we say?” Amber hissed as pulled and basically threw Maggie by the hair back in her seat and when the librarian glared at her, Amber slapped her a bit rougher than maybe she intended. “Ow.” Maggie hissed rubbing her cheek but she slumped down like a caught pet.

There was a yelp on the other side of the room though Maggie didn’t see what Kelly did, Dot was looking at her furiously. “But!’ She cried, but when Kelly raised another hand, she went silent. “Shut the fuck up, and you too, bitch.” Kelly hissed pointing at Maggie, “Or I will kick both your asses.”

Then she glared at Amber who was glaring at her, “Don’t fucking talk to Maggie like that. Deal with your bitch.”

Kelly laughed, “I’ll talk to your stalking slut as much as I want. We both have troublesome partners, but you’re lucky they interfered, I had you under me pretty easily even after your little pillow play.” Kelly taunted, stretching her arms over her head, and moving her ample breasts with her.

“Ha, if your bitch of a partner didn’t distract me, you wouldn’t have even had the chance.” Amber sneered, and Maggie felt a little jump. At least she had been right about the cheating and their partners' natures seemed to be moving into a more violent state.

“One little distraction and you were on your back getting fucked? That says more about you than me.”

“Whatever.” Amber snarled, “Let’s get back on this bed and see who is fucking who.”

“Ok, great, happy to speed this up, if anything these two aren’t going to wait much longer, so let’s do this the right way, a way our girls haven’t yet. Let’s fuck this out sex to sex. Way more fun, don’t you think?” Kelly breathed an alluring sense of confidence that made Maggie nervous.

Amber licked her pink lips, her brown eyes dangerous. “You won’t last bitch, but if you want to get fucked by me, then me and Maggie, well, that’s your fucking choice.” Amber climbed on, ignoring Maggie and letting her heart ass sway in front of her girlfriend. They crawled towards the center of the bed and then went to their asses with their legs in front. Amber’s left went over Kelly’s right and vice versa as they aligned in a scissoring formation, a classic one. Maggie knew this time they wouldn’t tease each other or let the moment build. And she was right, their pussies came together in an instant and she watched her girlfriend shudder as the sensations seemed to flow through, grinding wetly against Kelly’s smooth sex. Maggie watched, it was so hot, Amber was groaning, tits bouncing as she started fucking Kelly, for her, and that made Maggie love her girlfriend even more. The two women leaned back, putting more pressure on their connected groins, and Maggie could tell that they weren’t playing. They started to move like crashing waves at their conjoined bodies and Maggie let out a deep moan as they fought to see who would cum first.

The moan snapped Dorothy’s attention back to Maggie where they again locked hazel to green eyes like bulls seeing red. This time Dot stood again, pushed her black glasses up her nose, and with a cheeky grin, pulled down her red shorts that Maggie had been tearing at a minute before. There was nothing under them and left Dorothy Merin fully nude. It was Maggie’s first time seeing her stalker naked and it made her hiss if not feel an urge in her sex to fight fuck her NOW. The other nerd, even not done up, was pure sexy. Her black glasses had somehow remained on during their short tussle and added to the show. Her light brown hair was long and messy, and her glorious and smooth pussy lips looked perfect with her body to match as her big ass was almost seen from the front. The slut even put her hands behind her head and gave a shake, showing off herself for the first time to Maggie because they both knew that Dorothy had won their strip fight and had already seen her stalker nude.

But Maggie wasn’t going to let this bitch just show off because she won a tiny little strip fight. She stood, teased down her pink cotton shorts off her sexy wide hips, kicked them away, and stood there nude. Then she brought a hand down to her pussy, and gave it a light rub, showing some of its wetness to her rival that glistened her fingers. Dot licked her lips at the sight and for the first time, Maggie Reynolds and Dorothy Merin were both completely uncovered in a room together. It had to be settled. Though Dorothy knew that she couldn’t go after Maggie directly or Kelly and Amber would break them apart again. But…there were ways around it. The 10 minutes were up, and she was done just being on the sideline of this event. Even if she got in trouble again, she no longer cared. Kelly should have tied them down with ropes if they really wanted them not to get involved, as she planned her next move.

She viewed the two women on the bed fucking. It was so hot, Kelly’s incredible body, her favorite body matched up against this blonde who seemed built to fuck in the same way. Their clashing skin colors made it even more alluring to the way they fucked. The two pairs of massive tits bounced wildly as they ground their sex lips, the light sound of pussy kissing in the room. Big asses hidden under them but with their thighs powering this battle. Their eyes were locked, reaching up to simply slap at the other woman’s bouncing boobs occasionally.

Dorothy’s problem was that she was still on Kelly’s side of the bed, but she wanted to fuck with Amber, and she bet that Maggie wanted her girl. She got Maggie’s attention as the redhead’s focus had returned to the sluts on the bed, and gave her a little hand motion to signal the question, ‘How about we switch sides?’

The hot redhead nodded, understanding the request, and began to walk around the bed, her big pale tits lightly swaying, her hot bod, and that freckled face with a cocky smirk coming towards her. Dot begrudgingly admitted they both looked amazing at 32 and she wondered suddenly which one of them would look better at 40 or beyond. A weird thought that she pushed out and eyed the redhead cooly, all this happening because of a book, but now it was so much more.

She moved as well in the same direction and suddenly they were on a collision course at the front of the bed. Dorothy wasn’t sure she would be able to stop herself this close to her stalker, but Maggie smirked and stepped aside at the last second, avoiding their marshmallows bouncing off one another and a catfight starting. But Dorothy felt Maggie’s fingers brush on her hip as they passed and some sticky cum got wiped on her. Before Dot could react, Maggie had already made it to the other side of the bed, so Dorothy seethed with her new marking.

Lost in their fuck, and because Maggie and Dot had pretty much restrained themselves, Kelly and Amber didn’t notice the switch, now balled together and making out as they tribbed closer than before. Amber’s tongue rolled with Kelly’s as the women seemed equal thus far in their sexfight. The tan body was no joke and the stabbing of their erect nipples and quickly sweating skin showed signs of their attraction and sexual skill. Maybe she would enjoy fucking this bitch with Dot more than she first thought, Kelly perceived as she reached and squeezed Amber’s strong booty. Winning for her fiancé was important, plus, she got to fuck this blonde bitch, so a win-win in her book. She loved sexfighting, but it was Dorothy who always seemed to do it far more and find rivals…like this new one who she was obsessed with.

For Kelly too, blondes also always reminded her of Jackie and Dorothy, and how that rich bitch also never failed to rent the biggest hotel rooms for them to sex fight in. Another reason to fuck this bitch harder. She slapped Amber’s thigh, closer to the hot ass and pulled the blonde into her form. Their clashing skin melted into one as they worked to finally make the other cum. Their pussies devoured and their clits slashed over and over which made them gasp and whine from the pleasure spiking in them. The fight continued to finish the other and let their companion join in for the fun and humiliation of the loser.

But Kelly suddenly felt her curly hair take hold of her from behind. “Hey!” She screamed and pulled out of her make-out with Amber as she was ripped down to her back on the bed, and before she could complain again, her mouth smashed into an upside-down kiss. She knew from the lips alone that this was not Dorothy. At the same time, Maggie reached up and squeezed her black tits, palming them and sinking her nails into the mounds. Kelly groaned tasting Maggie and was worried she was now getting double teamed, but she felt Amber freeze too by their still conjoined pussies and could only guess that Dorothy had forced Amber into the same position she was now in, making out and having her tits mauled from above.

The interrupted sexfighters still rubbed their cunts together in the contest; unable or unwilling to break apart now that they were so close to settling this new rivalry. There was no point trying to get their girls back in the seats because they were in it now and it was a couple fight. The two new pairs made out for a minute, both Amber and Kelly reaching up to pull the hair of the woman above to keep them close. Then in a snarl, Maggie snapped the kiss but kept her hands down on Kelly’s biceps to keep her pinned by the arms. The trapped Kelly growled and tried to reach her head up to suck at Maggie’s hanging tits but couldn’t reach, snapping at the pink nubs with her teeth. The redhead looked over at Dorothy who was also holding Amber down by the shoulders as well but was also drooling a line of spit from her tongue down onto Amber’s pretty face. Maggie hissed and she spit on Kelly’s body, landing on the woman’s tits. Dorothy stopped her drooling with a flare in her eyes at the sight.

“You want to see your girlfriend humiliated, don’t you Maggie!?” Dorothy suddenly shrieked at her rival who sucked in breath knowing they had crossed another line. “Bitch, get off me! You…” But Amber didn’t get to finish because Dorothy slapped her hard, and then got on the bed with a hop. She shifted her legs and sat down, pressing her incredible nude glutes down on Amber’s face, face sitting her completely in a reverse schoolgirl pin.

“Fuck you! I’ll show you how to humiliate!” Maggie screamed back seeing Amber under her stalker and she took an identical position on Kelly’s face after a good slap. Maggie pressed her juicy freckled ass down on the woman’s mouth, years of working out her glutes making it firm and perfect to rub down on rivals. The nerds continued to glare now with their hands on their hips, wanting to taunt, wanting to laugh at the humiliation they were giving to their stalker's partner. But they didn’t get the chance because instead, they both moaned loudly. The bottom women, still fucking each other, also began to suck the top women’s cunts in a desperate attempt to free themselves and bring their spouse's stalker to orgasm. Maggie let out a groan as the tongue of Kelly licked her sex folds. She looked down at the dark body beneath her, the big tits near her knees, the thin smooth waist to the hot hips that were conjoined with Amber’s figure, and she could see their exposed clits lightly fencing side to side. Amber’s clit, Maggie’s favorite thing in the world fighting another woman’s but Dorothy could see it too and while Amber made out with her nether regions, Dot seemed to decide and return the favor. She gave Maggie a lick of her lips that offered a dare to meet at the conjoined pussies of their partners.

Dorothy then bent down towards the firing hips of their fucking partners, and Maggie met her there at the apex of the sexfight. It was an almost impossible task but both Maggie and Dorothy attempted to lick and suck their rival’s partner's clit as best they could, but the top of their heads almost cracked, and the fighting sex nubs were moving erratically in aggressive fuck. But it didn’t stop them from trying. Tongues and clits brushed and slashed over and over as Kelly and Amber let out howls of pleasure, unable and unwilling to stop this time even after their girls had broken the rules again and had become a couple fight. Amber groaned at Kelly under Dorothy’s ass, “Bitch, I’m fucking suck off your bitch, and then I’m going to fuck you down!” She yelled over the panting and slurping happening between them.

“Fuck you!” Kelly snarled as she pressed her clit hard into Ambers, making the blonde cry out before she was spared thanks to Maggie’s tongue doing a hard lick. But Dorothy’s tongue fought her off and the nerds locked into a spit-filled kiss with their chins rubbing just near the dueling clitoris. Kelly and Amber’s amazing hips and asses bounced under them as they were rocked to their backs only able to catch their breath when they weren’t eating out the woman on top of them, but they switched and focused more on their groins as the way out.

In her kiss, Maggie could taste Amber’s cum covering her rival’s tongue and lips, and she sucked any discharge into her mouth before they broke apart with a glazed stare and hot shared breath. They were both feeling the effects of having their sex sucked, but neither had cum nor would cum from this. It was almost a promise. The first had to be between them, and only them.

Under them, Kelly and Amber scissored passionately to finish the other, while they worked their tongues on the smooth pussies above their heads, tasting the sexy woman who stalked their partner. But after just a minute they began to struggle on this task as the bubbling orgasms growing from their fuck fight was beginning to boil over. In fairness, both Kelly and Amber showed incredible resilience as they held on for almost three minutes in this four-way sexfight. Amber could feel Kelly’s wet sex, her body relishing in the erotic contact even as she held her pleasure in. It had been a long time since she had fucked another woman besides Maggie, and it was almost re-training herself to fight and feel a new pussy fighting hers. She felt her body yearn to beat this other sex queen, but every time their clits clashed, one of the two nerds would get involved. After the third interruption, Amber angrily spanked Dorothy’s left ass cheek and ran a spit-covered finger into the woman’s pussy and ass, causing Dorothy to let out a cry, but Kelly used Amber’s momentarily distraction to grind her twice as much as she had been. She fell back allowing Dorothy’s ass to cover her once again and only focus sex to sex contest happening at her groin. She needed to trust Maggie as she and Kelly were forced to just chore in a battle of pure sex endurance.

Still, on top of the two fucking women, Maggie and Dorothy had interlaced their fingers and sent their arms out wide to the sides. They had resolved to only use their heads to fight for space directly above the dueling wet pussies. They dragged their cheeks together, bit with snapping teeth on soft skin, and pressed their foreheads back and forth with hot grunts. Every few seconds, the two extended tongues, and the two inflamed clits met in a wet mesh until Kelly and Amber began to see stars holding in the pleasure. They snapped their hips only to freeze when one pair of lips or a tongue captured their clits even while their open slits sealed into one. “Fuck!” Amber screamed; she opened her brown eyes again staring at Dorothy’s open pussy in her face above her but struggled to focus on not cumming while attacking it. It felt so good, and Kelly’s clit and pussy were not to be easily thrown down with the two book nerds involved in their fight. But she wanted to win for Maggie more than anything and even out of practice, Amber had always been a sex freak. Focusing on her breath, she began to find her stride, expertly scissoring Kelly and snapping her hips aggressively if Dorothy got close to her clit with her lips. She spanked the top woman too and while this beautiful dark bitch was an amazing fuck; Amber would not fucking lose with Maggie here to see or compare. She began to push harder even with Dorothy’s weight on her in the sex grind. The sudden change of pace made Kelly gasp, and she started to struggle to match pace with Amber’s surprisingly sudden aggression. At the same time, Maggie got a good lick at her clit and Amber fucked her sex on sex with more force. “Ahh!” Kelly cried and Dorothy, hearing and also sensing Amber beginning to take control; suddenly ripped a hand free of Maggie’s to stick three fingers into Amber's wet cunt from the top, pumping the blonde without warning when she and Kelly had unglued an inch.

Maggie screamed in surprise and bit the wrist of Dorothy’s hand lightly with her teeth, using her equally free hand to try and retaliate and finger fuck Kelly. But Dorothy pulled back after impaling Amber twice and took hold of the curly red hair with her cum covered hands. For a second, it felt like she was pulling Maggie towards Amber’s sex, trying to rub Maggie’s cheek to it, but the librarian snarled back and took two full hands of Dorothy’s brown locks to pull her off Amber completely. But not to be outdone, Dorothy mimicked the clutch, and they went up on their knees out of the 69 position.

Their asses and pussies left the bottom women’s faces as they went up high on their knees above Kelly and Amber. They held each other by the hair for a second before Maggie smashed their tits together with a bouncy slap before she pulled back with a snarl. Dorothy almost fell back with a shriek, then angrily returned the slap of boobs while also jerking the curly red hair to force Maggie off that renewed the hairpulling catfight. From the bottom, Kelly and Amber could now see the exposed pussies of their rival’s partner drip spit and cum down into their navels. They could also now look down at their rival and between the top women’s legs.

Amber gasped, able to lean up on her elbows with Dorothy’s sweaty big glutes in front of her. She wanted to pull Dorothy’s messy brown hair as the woman was catfighting with Maggie, but her pussy was still connected to Kelly’s and she had to press her advantage with the two women no longer able to interfere with her fuck. Amber slammed her cunt into Kelly's as the pussy duel continued but Kelly successfully met the grind for a few seconds both of them moaning at a higher pitch. Until the darker woman let out a desperate cry as her body started to go over the edge thanks to Amber’s skill with her clit, slashing Kelly’s and holding the sensation down. But with all that was happening, Amber knew that she wouldn’t be spared due to the ministrations that Dorothy and also Maggie had done to her. A few seconds after Kelly began to jerk widely under Maggie, Amber felt the pressure in her groin grow unbearably. Kelly came first, a slight arch to her hot back but she used the shuddering to grind her pussy and clit into Amber’s insistently. Maggie couldn’t help or stop it because she was slapping her big tits into Dorothy’s above them in a continued hairpulling catfight and both of them seemed oblivious. Kelly let out a loud wail that the two screaming women drowned out, and Amber’s shriek quickly followed it letting the pleasure taker her a few seconds later. The two bottom women had started to cum with the big asses of their rival’s partner flexing above them.

Kelly groaned as she felt her suggestive body cum on Amber’s incredible sex, her hips strong and meeting her thrust for thrust. Fuck! She hadn’t cum this hard or first against a new bitch in years, and she wanted to have more of her body on Amber’s, not just a pussy fight. She wanted to feel that clit shrivel against hers, but right now it was her eyes seeing stars and she could only glare at the smooth sweaty back of the redhead ginger in front of her, knowing her fiancé was fighting her right then hand to hand and tit on tit. But then her brown eyes closed, and she felt the spike of her orgasm, she couldn’t hold it back and she let out a cry as her pussy seemed to try and squeeze the other nether lips of her rival still connected to herself.

Amber and Kelly buckled on the bed shaking the mattress, their leaking cunts creating a small hot pool in the sheets between them as they separated their bodies by an inch after almost 15 seconds of orgasm. Dorothy and Maggie froze mid-hair pull and looked down. Finally stopping their catfight and bemoaning that it seemed the women under them had tied! They had no idea that Kelly had cum first, and lost but for some reason, Amber didn’t say anything as she caught her breath. With the bottom girls finished, Maggie and Dorothy released each other’s brown and red hair, and they moved off to opposite sides of the girls.

Under them, the two fighters lay in shock from the intensity of their orgasm and the frustration of their women interrupting. “Fucking damn it, Maggie.” Amber finally huffed as she finally started to come down from the high and Maggie looked at her girlfriend with sorry eyes.

“Dot…you’re dead for interrupting my fight.” Kelly hissed but her arm was covering her dark eyes and Dorothy whispered as she leaned down, “Love you, Kel. Sorry.”

But then the two naked nerds had sat up on their knees where they observed each other and thought about all that had led them to this spot. Cum and spit dripped down their chins and they both understood what had to happen now. How last night really should have gone. Dorothy slowly backed off to her side of the bed and stood up giving Maggie a slight nudge of her head that said more than she ever could in words. Maggie nodded and slowly dismounted the sweat-soaked sheets as well. The two resting women did not attempt to stop their partners this time…not that they could have any way in their position. Dorothy and Maggie didn’t speak as they pulled on two small cotton-white robes left by the hotel over their nude bodies, the materials reaching down just enough to cover their bubble butts. Lightly tied around their waists, Maggie put back on her glasses, and so did Dorothy, the lens foggy thanks to the humidity in the room.

Finally, Dorothy picked up two card keys to her and Kelly’s room. That way Amber and Kelly wouldn’t be able to follow them or interrupt them until it was over, like it should have been. With that, she walked out the door of the hotel room and Maggie followed her a second later after she had taken a heavy bag of books she brought. Neither of them glanced at Kelly and Amber who watched them go from the bed still catching their breath. When the door closed behind Maggie, Kelly slowly sat up looking down at her hot sweaty body, “Well, fuck. Guess we pushed them too much that they just had to interfere. Fucking little sluts.” She sighed though she didn’t sound surprised at the turn of events. She glanced over at Amber who pushed back her blonde hair but was still on her back, with her open pink pussy showing and incredible body on display with her tits lightly hanging to the sides. “Shall we continue Amber? That was getting intense and really good between us.” She asked, leaning forward and rubbing some of the spit of Maggie on her sex before sucking it into her mouth.

Amber glanced up at the other woman and for a second considered it, but then just rolled her brown eyes for the second time. “Nah, not without them here, sorry. You’re hot, and a good fuck, but I don’t want to spend all day fighting, it’s not really my thing anymore. I only did this cause Maggie wanted me here, but it seems she and your fiancé both had a change of heart like you guessed they would. It’s between them and should stay between them.”

Kelly’s eyebrows went up and then she laughed, “Hmm. Ok, that’s chill. I have had so many rivals in my life and Dorothy brings even more that I do NOT need. Like you and your girlfriend, for example.” Kelly sat there a few seconds and then pushed herself up. Then she gave Amber a more friendly glance. “Though it is annoying that you got me off first, but I’ll let it slide…this once. You are really really good with your hips though.” Kelly mused and flopped down to the bed with a hot stretch continuing, “How about this, you and I put some bikinis on, I brought two in my purse…I’m a big shopper, I have like 25 in my room. Then we go get smashed on drinks by the pool and let the girls settle it. May the best woman’s partner win…though I do think it will be Dot, she’s even better than me…though I won’t admit it to her.” She added with a wink.

Amber thought about it for a second, letting out a sigh considering it was the best option, “Alright, but I’m not sure…I don’t think Maggie will let Dorothy beat her, my girlfriend can be pretty wild when she is in the mood. It’s how we met, and she can become a different person when she’s fucking, especially when wants to dominate who she is fucking. Though I’ll give you this, I don’t think either will be looking fresh after this little sexfight. Dorothy seems like a good match for her.”

“Oh yeah, I doubt either of them will be walking straight! Dorothy is more riled up than I have seen her in years!’

“Maggie too.”

“Hmm, maybe we should have just watched.” Kelly mused with her devilish smile, “Well, even if our partners aren’t going to ever get along, they are stalking each other. So maybe we will get another chance to watch if they ever fight again. Anyway, shall we go get drunk?”

30 minutes later, Amber was sitting at the casino pool wearing a tiny bikini that Maggie had packed for her. She also now understood how Kelly had fit two in her purse because that woman’s pieces were even smaller than should be allowed at a public pool, and even smaller than some of the ones Amber wore usually in the forms of blue strings. They chatted but Amber didn’t have much to say, which was fine because Kelly was a talker. To the point it even made her best friend Marissa seem quiet by comparison which was a feat.

Why did she so often end up fighting the chatty friendly ones while Maggie didn’t? Like an angry cat, Amber felt like the friendly ones were drawn to her for some bizarre reason. She was absolutely going to call Mari after this for a bitching session too.

But for now, she listened and laughed, feeling a slight comradery with Kelly and how their lives had gone. However, the woman did bring up some interesting topics. “8 years together! And where is the ring!? I proposed to Dorothy after 3! Though the engagement has taken a while…saving is hard!” Kelly complained and Amber shrugged, giving a non-answer to the ring question that Kelly luckily accepted without much pushback.

Amber never would have guessed it would be her talking about rings with Maggie’s rivals’ partner while Maggie herself was sexfighting, but then, that was her Maggie. Whether the librarian wanted to admit it or not, she was an aggressive bitch sometimes, but Amber loved her even more for it. So, if Maggie had to have a sexfight every so often with some random woman, Amber would simply enjoy the outcome as long as her librarian came home. ‘Fuck’, she thought, she really had gone soft over the years. Guess that’s what having a long-term girlfriend was about.

This little tussle had reminded Amber a bit of how much she enjoyed seeing Maggie like this but also, she knew her girlfriend had things she wanted to bring up. Maggie was so easy to read sometimes, and they would have to have a serious talk soon, but that was for after this double date. The only thing that Amber knew for certain right now was that she really wanted her Maggie to win against this sexy book stalker.

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----To be continued.

Alright, one more part and I hope you enjoyed this part. I’m unsurprised that the last part (Sexy dream) had such a mixed reaction. Plus, all the posting shit. Thank you everyone who posted on it, they were really intresting reads. I still enjoyed it so I’m happy with it and includin git (And I think it’s hot so I’m doing more neighborhood stuff but with new characters and a new story one day). Anyway, this got back to it and FINALLY the REAL Maggie and Dorothy are alone again.A couple fight is fun, but this one was a bit short. I want to do another one that is more built up as a couple fight. This means the whole story should be about the couples and not the kind of side action that Amber and Kelly were used here as a toy for Dot and Mag. But which couple to use? I have some fun ideas that I think could be really hot if I ever get back to them.

And I wanted Amber in this story in some way. She is still my second fav and grown though another blonde is fighting to take that spot in all these other stories i’m playing around with.

Umm, yeah, I don’t really have much more to say. But, this has been such a fun story to write and I think hot nerds (if they really count) and my fave. I’m glad it’s almost over but I want the last part to meet the expectations so I’m making sure every spicy detail is included as these sex book nerds settle it.

After this, I have no idea what I want to do. I have so many non-completed stories. The spy one, the business one, the witches one (part 2 is done but like…it’s so far from complete lol). A sorority one! FUCK. The list goes on and on. Or some random new one, plus sequels I wanted to write. Blah blah blah. Looking for opinions and discussion.

Also, apologies, I have not been reading any stories in a bit, so haven't been able to leave any reviews in awhile.
Ok, that’s an even longer rant than last time. Sorry. One more part. Till next time.


Part 7 -

Dorothy could feel Maggie walking closely behind her, stalking her like prey down the hotel hall. It was a long way but after two full flights of stairs, she finally reached the door of her and Kelly’s hotel room. She pressed the card to the scanner and swung open the entrance. Then, she leaned in the frame in her short white robe as Maggie came carrying half the bag of books. The librarian could have easily walked in without touching her rival, but unlike before, this time the redhead turned and purposely dragged her equally cotton robed body onto the other white cloth slowly as she entered, face to face with her rival. Their ample breasts caught and squished as the wraps threatened to fall off their forms with their lips coming within an inch of brushing.

But they didn’t kiss or escalate it here in the open, and Maggie made her way into the room once she had grinded Dot in the doorway for a hot second. Dorothy angrily slammed the door behind herself and latched it loudly, sealing them in, and ensuring that no one could get in without their permission. The sun was basking into the room from the large open windows, and the air con struggled to keep the room cool. It wouldn’t matter however because Maggie flicked it off as she walked by and the temp started to crawl up. The room had a beautiful view of a large pine forest and golf course behind them though the space was small compared to Maggie and Amber’s suite. Even if the shades had been drawn the arena would be illuminated in the middle of the day, but neither Dorothy nor Maggie moved to close them. In this bright light they would see every detail, and that’s what they wanted.

Maggie then turned to face Dorothy in her small white robe, every muscle in her body tensing at the sight of her stalker. She felt wild, her freckles looked more prominent than ever, and her red hair curly was down her back in long waves. A natural look, no makeup, a little geeky if she was being honest, but she still had her hot body which right now was all she needed. It was just how Dorothy felt about herself too; two women who seemed to be in a parallel dance finally crossing paths and were determined to prove her dance was superior. Time seemed to freeze now that they were fully alone and shut in, like it had when they first both placed their hands on that old green book a month ago.

Dorothy finally broke the ice, “I think it’s time we settled this for good Maggie. Stalker to stalker. Alone.” She spoke slowly in a casual tone, untying her cotton robe and letting it drop off her shoulders to the carpeted floor in a mound. She was fully nude, her perfect labia lips with the almost visible hooded clit above it. The honey haired woman’s breasts would pass the pencil test easily yet still stood firm and high on her chest. A build that only a few women Maggie knew were formed like that. She was just beautiful, even with that slight gawkiness, and everything Maggie felt she needed to beat to prove she was better. They rotated the same star, and their orbits were now in direct pull against each other. Best friends in another life, sexual rivals in this one.



“I mean, we have been alone a few times, but you were the one who wanted to have a double date. That worked great…didn’t it?” Maggie sarcastically quipped, and Dorothy frowned at how the weekend had gone.

“It was supposed to be me and you…with them watching until we finished!” Dorothy replied snappily, “How could I have known they would want to interfere and fuck it out themselves…they were laughing last night!”

Maggie shrugged, “Well it doesn’t matter now, does it? Because I agree, it ends today. One of us submitting to the other entirely. All the books, all the satisfaction, winner takes all.” She finished untying and allowing her own robe to fall, her 30-year-old body in its prime, ready to finally meet Dorothy’s, the anticipation at the highest point. She felt her tits matched her rivals in size and her ass in strength. Three times they had clashed with victories taken by both, but it really was all foreplay. They knew what the other woman was capable of with her skill and were more cautious and excited to see how far they could push it and what they would need to do to finish it with sex.

Dorothy smiled at her fully naked rival, taking in the sight of the bare body she was going to fuck into paste. Then she casually strolled to her suitcase on the floor where she pulled out two tiny bottles that looked like perfume. She tossed one to Maggie, who missed to catch it, and it landed on the floor by her feet. “What’s this?” She asked, though she could read the label as she leaned down and took the small plastic bottle in hand.



“A little coconut oil. Kelly always brings some for tanning, and I think it would be good just to keep our bodies nice and smooth while we go hard at each other. Or at least till we start to build up a little sweat.”

Maggie turned it over in her hand and just the thought of a naked oily Dorothy rubbing up on her made her already hot sex yearn for this sexfight to start. But she would play the tortuous game, because more than anyone she had ever fought before, beating Dorothy would be just as much a mental battle as it would be a physical one, “Sure. I’m happy to lather myself with some oil before I get on top of you.” Maggie replied as she popped the cap and started to squeeze some of the sweet-smelling liquid onto her large breasts. The oil seemed to roll down her pale body in long streaks. She applied a few squirts in all the key areas she wanted to rub, two squirts on each pale freckled tit, a thorough amount on her ass and legs and some up near her shoulders to roll down her toned back all while watching Dorothy do the same. Then Maggie paused, the little bottle empty before she knew it, “You know as each other’s stalkers, I know a bunch about you, but I haven’t really been able to explore your body without you trying to fight or fuck me. Shall we take a little time to really get to see what the other’s made of? Stalk each other up close and personal?”

“Oh, sure, if you don’t mind me getting my hands on you. I’ve been very curious since studying every photo online of you, you keep a low profile but some of your ‘friends’ don’t. I bet I could guess which one of them you have fought against.” Dorothy teased like she didn’t care but there was a smirk on her lips as she threw her own empty bottle to the corner. She waited as Maggie walked up to her, swaying her hot body with a sexy strut, both girl’s claws ready to strike if the other attacked, but Maggie moved leisurely until they were a foot away. Then she lifted her arms and filled her palms with the breasts of her rivals, lifting the heavy orbs up and weighing them before giving them a soft squeeze as the oil began to be spread on every inch of her rival.

Dorothy allowed the deep groping moaning slightly, and allowed Maggie’s hands to start and explore her breasts and curves, but she didn’t wait her turn. She used her hands to spread the oil on Maggie’s hips sensually before she stepped forward, squishing Maggie’s hands between their chests and began to lather Maggie’s ass with the silky liquid. Their mouths got near connecting, but they kept their tongues and desires in bay. Though they did gasp and groan as they got up close and began to move like they were given a task to discover and find any flaw they could on their stalker. They even started to coordinate, with Dot telling Maggie to turn around so she could cover Maggie’s back and give a full grip of the redhead’s thick glutes and Maggie doing the same to her rival. But Maggie escalated and used her freckled tits to spread the oil on Dorothy’s back, letting her bare nipples draw lines in the silky skin. There was a small dripping coming from their legs as they did this, oil mixing with some discharge that leaked from their pussies, the images of their partners sexfighting, and now them oiling each other up was making them already start to lose control. The greasing continued and the teasing increased. Then Dot suddenly stopped and gave a little chuckle as she remembered something else she had brought for this event. “I have one other thing I think should be a part of our little conflict. It’s a bit more…unique for us.” She whispered into Maggie’s ear dangerously.

Maggie shivered and gave her a questioning look, her patience wearing thin but…her curiosity couldn’t be helped. “And what’s that?”

Dorothy smirked and backed away from Maggie towards her bag, her big nude oily flexing ass cheeks jiggling as she moved, and then she pulled a surprising object out. It wasn’t a sex toy, or a book, or anything Maggie would have guessed. It was black whiteboard marker, and she twirled it in her fingers and gave Maggie a knowing glance.

“Did you ever annotate your books when in school?” She asked, rubbing the covered tip of the marker on her left nipple.

Maggie’s eye twitched just at the thought of marking and ruining books as she was made to do in class, “Yes, and I hated it.” She responded bitterly.

“Me too. But I do understand the practice and think it does have some appliance in rare circumstances. I would NEVER mark ANY of my books, but I’m very interested in annotating on you, and I think I will as we fight.” Dot finished, pointing the marker directly at Maggie’s thick breasts.

Maggie quickly picked up what Dorothy was suggesting. “Oh, so we mark each other. Leave notes on what we do…for our partners to see?”

“Exactly. Every time I make you cum, I think I’m going to leave a little message for your girlfriend to find…she might not get to watch me dominate you, but she will know what I do, and what I think of you. And if you make me cum, I’ll let you mark me. Fair is fair.”

“What a twisted mind my stalker has.” Maggie commented but she now wanted this more than ever, “But we really do have very similar tastes in how we like to humiliate other women. I think annotating my work on your body is a fantastic idea. I’m just annoyed that I didn't think of it.”

“Yes, we do.” Dorothy replied as she again approached Maggie and stepped into her, touching their oily bodies and sending pleasurable sensations all around. Dot brought her mouth and red lips closer now and Maggie thought for a second they were about to finally kiss in this embrace, but instead Dot brought the marker up between their mouths. Her brown eyes flashed, and she brought her very wet tongue out and pushed into the slim plastic marker with a loud ahhh sound. Maggie did the same with a groan, as the front sides of their tongues touched with the plastic between them. Then they ran them up the short four inches and flicked their wet pink muscles at the covered tip. All the while, they wrapped their arms around and tightened their erotic embrace.

They did this twice more before Dorothy released the marker from her hand, but it remained in place, held up by the pressure of their tongues and their bottom lips as it went flat, and they kissed awkwardly with the pen being balanced. It was a mark of skill, but just served to make it more playful before it got painful.

They did this for almost two minutes until they let it slip between their lips and land on the top of Dorthy’s tits. It bounced, straightened out and then slipped between the tiny gap created by the four wet oily mounds compressed above their stomachs and onto the floor. Neither woman dared now to reach down for it and risk exposing her back or be thrown to the floor.

Instead, Maggie stepped back pulling Dorothy by the hands with her who went willingly until they stopped right in front of the bed, the black marker left for now. Their nipples touched tip to tip, the only part of them still conjoined as they glared into each other’s souls. The light made them shine in their sheen of oil and then Dorothy pressed in a bit more and started to move in their tight hot circle, that Maggie matched feeling the other woman's soft tissue push into hers. “You really annoy me, stalker.” Dorothy whispered, her glasses inches from Maggie’s pair.

“Ditto, just another thing we have in common apparently. I don’t like you trying to take my books, and I really don’t like that you thinking that you can fuck me when I can clearly out fuck you.” Maggie replied and before she could continue, Dorothy pressed forward and did a hard quick kiss with just their soft lips before backing up again.

“Bitch. They are my books, and I know I can fuck you a lot longer and harder than you can fuck me, and I’m going to prove it right here on this bed.” Dot spoke as Maggie then kissed her back with her lips, while also taking the back of Dorothy’s head with one hand. This caused their tits to slowly mushroom into one mass with more surface space and bring them much closer. The lip-to-lip press went on for almost ten seconds until Maggie ended it with a loud smooching sound.

“Whore. You won’t even be able to think after I leave you drained on this bed, and you won’t be stalking me anymore.” She hissed as Dorothy took the back of Maggie’s head in retaliation as their foreheads touched and their glasses clicked. They kissed again still only with their lips, pressing the soft tissue hard but they kept their tongues still in check. All while continuing their hot tight circle, nipples fully erect between the mounds of hot mass that could slide and slip easily.

“Cunt. You stalked me first, but I’m so glad you did. Now we are both guilty and both have every reason to try and fuck the other till she can’t go on. Sluts like you need to be put in their place.” Dot hissed, and when Maggie kissed for the third time, their glasses clicked dangerously harder than ever. And so, Maggie decided to remove that little final obstacle. Still standing in front of her rival, Maggie ran her hands up Dorothy’s oily wide hips all the way to where the glasses remained. Maggie pulled them off her rival’s face slowly, and Dorothy didn’t react except to lift an eyebrow. Then, with a sadistic grin Maggie tossed them into the wall with a crack.


“There goes another pair. Sorry” She taunted feeling wild and dangerous, but Dorothy didn’t seem to care and even smiled wickeder.

“Well, I don’t want to be the only one who needs to rely more on feeling than sight.” Dorothy mimicked the teasing tone and playful rubbing until she took Maggie’s glasses and flexed her arms, snapping them in half and throwing the two pieces into the wall. “I’m sorry too.” She added tauntingly and biting her lip expectantly.

“Oh, that’s ok. I don’t need really need them except to read my new books I’m about to win, and I definitely don’t need them right now as I fuck you all day.” Maggie hissed as she flicked her tongue up and down Dorothy’s lips for a few seconds but retreated before Dorothy emerged.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s settle this…woman to woman, collector versus librarian, and stalker versus stalker.” Dorothy breathed erratically, reaching down and taking a handful of Maggie’s big ass, squeezing it and pulling her rival closer. The tension was overboiling, nothing left to say as the women puffed in their rival’s face with hot breath. Then Dorothy released Maggie’s glutes and stepped back separating their oily forms. Maggie almost questioned why, but before she could she was slapped right across the face. It was not hard enough for much pain but enough to snap her head to the left in shock. It rang in the room and Maggie rubbed her cheek for a second then smiled and slapped Dorothy back with just about equal force. A ritual of sorts. Then they stood there for one final second, breathing angrily, eyes bared and claws ready.

At the same time, Maggie and Dorothy screamed in unison and they shot their hands into each other’s hair, deep into the roots. Nude oily bodies slapped together with an erotic jolt, and they shrieked louder as they tore at their rival’s scalp. Then, they swayed once to the left, once to the right before collapsing down to the soft bed, landing side by side, nude, oily, angry and very horny.

They had nothing but time to fuck each other down for good and finally settle who deserved those books, and of course, more importantly now which of them was the better stalker and pleasure giver. It was all about sexually dominating their stalker like their rival had never been before and leaving her for her disappointed partner to find defeated. They were thick, full chest to chest on their sides, hissing and quickly started rolling back and forth on the sheets for a few seconds, Maggie on top first and humping her rival but Dorothy rolling them and returning the slapping of hips. Their big juicy buns jiggled, and their breasts compressed as these hot women coiled into a ball. They left an oily streak as they spread the liquid across the already damp white sheets.

Then mid roll, Maggie reached down and stuck two fingers into Dorothy’s already open sex and started to finger fuck her with deep plunges. “So wet already? Bitch?!” Maggie hissed, while Dorothy snarled and returned the finger fuck, sticking her middle and pointy finger deep into Maggie’s pussy and making the redhead gasp.

“Thanks to your girlfriend's mouth slut!” The brunette added, and then they moaned as one working to finish the job their spouses’ tongues had started. Before even two more full rotations had occurred, Dorothy could feel the flood of Maggie’s sex juice dripping down her hand, and she wanted this to bitch to feel it too. She slid her hand out of Maggie and once she was on top, she pressed her open palm covered in cum into Maggie’s face. The librarian snarled as Dorothy rubbed the sticky material on her face and she was forced to pull her hand out of her rival to stop her. Then she bucked, sending Dot off and they threw wild kicks but none landed.

That ended the brief catfight when they kicked apart and fell back to opposite sides of the bed. It gave them a second of reprise, but Dorothy sat up quickly, her toned legs open and she took in the site of the nude Maggie across from her. Incredible curves, but Dorothy’s eyes always seemed to find the place where Maggie’s legs met, the special place she would need to beat with hers for this to ever end. With a crooked smile, she spread her lower limbs wide and reached down to open her pussy with her left fingers. She almost gasped at her own wetness, but she steadied her voice, “Your pussy has been running from mine Maggie, but there is nowhere to run now.” She doubled down on the erotic sight by taking her right hand’s fingers, two still sticky with Maggie’s cum and sucked them into her mouth.

Maggie turned her head and saw what Dorothy was doing and the erotic open position she was in. She let out a harsh giggle and fluidly took an identical posture on her ass and spread her toned pale legs out, ‘You slut, my pussy has been waiting for yours since the first time we met at the bookstore. This could have been settled right there and then between them.” Maggie spread her labia in equal fashion with her fingers, her wet pussy appearing, her clit visible thanks to the exposure. Smooth, wet and pretty, and used to dominate women her entire adult life, Maggie’s sex was her pride when it came to love and fighting. Then she cleaned Dorothy’s cum from her hand, with long slow licks that showed the promise of what her tongue could do and what she was going to do to her stalker.

“If I had known you wouldn’t accept your hot little loss in that bathroom, I would have put you in your place right in that stall with my pussy, and really fucked you till you couldn’t walk out of that store at all.” Dot snarled and she spit on herself, the remains of Maggie’s cum landing right above her groin.

“Our first meeting would have gone very differently if you had tried that. But it’s true, I didn’t accept that, and I think we both know for women like us that it is not really over till this happens.” Maggie growled pointing at each other's open cunts. “How can either of us accept that the other deserves those books when this mystery remains? That’s why you showed up at my library right? Just like me showing up at your store, we just can’t accept it until we go woman to woman.”

“Hmm, that’s right.” Dot hummed playing with the goo on her oily skin. Then she took an inch as she began to move towards her prey.

“Glad we agree.” Maggie purred as she licked her red lips, “I must say it’s so nice to finally taste you again.” She teased opening her mouth and showing off a big mix of cum and spit. She let the goo drool off her tongue down to her oily stomach where it pooled on her pale skin.

“My stalker talks a big hot game, so I really hope my stalker doesn’t wilt easily.” Dot teased back.

“Oh, I promise not to disappoint you. We are about to reach the climax of our story.”

“Hmm, sounds hot.” Dot hissed.” “But come here Maggie and bring that wet little slit into mine.” She continued, and she began to scoot her ass closer to the center of the bed, not willing to wait regardless of her words.

“I’m right here Dorothy, let’s settle this like two sexually very experienced women. Two stalkers finally ready to explore the only thing that seems to still be a mystery between us.”

“Stalker.”

“Whore.”

The girl’s taunted each other with nastier and nastier words as they moved closer and closer until they had crossed their greasy legs. They paused when they were within an inch of touching their cores, in the same position their partners had been in just a short while ago. They hesitated, a month of anticipation leading to this moment between them. Then with one final hiss, Maggie took the final inch and pressed her smooth pussy directly into Dorothy’s wet cunt with a thrust of her hips. The first meeting of their pussies felt like two long separated lovers and was even more intense than anticipated.

All at once the two stalkers got the first real taste of the deep pleasure they were going to have to endure to win this sexfight of stalkers. After all the intense foreplay, their sensitive flesh seemed to be like magnets, sealing together into one mass and Maggie let out a deep moan thankfully matched by Dorothy’s throat. The redhead struggled to even remember how to fuck in a sexfight for a second as her system seemed to reset in the nether kiss. And thanks to all the teasing they had done, at what Kelly and Amber had done, their erect clits were already exposed out of their flesh hoods and the two nerves crushed in an early meeting.

“Oh fuck!”, Maggie screamed. Her muscles spasmed but she wouldn’t pull away, or couldn’t, she wasn’t sure or decided. Dot’s brown eyes were wide, but she reached up and ripped Maggie’s long red hair towards herself. They smashed their tongues together in a wide open mouth kiss, while also slapping their oily tits together in a ball of womanly bulk. They touched tongues, touched clits, and touched nipples all at once. And their kiss turned more into an open mouth screaming contest between them.

Maggie and Dorothy had been grinding for only ten short seconds when they felt their bodies sync and a devastating shudder of indulgence seemed to split them from their clits “Oh fuck!” Maggie cried but luckily Dorothy’s eyes were wide in shock.

“You bitch!” The honey haired woman shouted as she suddenly tried to push Maggie down. “I’m fucking you bitch.”

“No! I’m fucking you!” The redhead screamed back and resisted while they ground their tits together into a tighter ball of sex. Greasy bodies only made it worse and a second later still on their asses, they threw their heads back and let out two cavernous moans as they came pussy on pussy. It was both incredible and devastating as they rode each other face to face feeling the disgusting gratification of fucking her stalker. The juices began to spread between their labia, ending any remaining friction. Maggie humped widely as she and Dorothy tried to drag the other’s orgasm on longer than her own, but Dorothy met her slap for slap, and they went on for a good 15 seconds before the pleasure finally began to subside. They went slightly slumped in their oily ball, resting on their rival’s shoulders with heavy gasps but their fucked pussies did not separate. The cum they shared felt like a light glue connecting them and before they even had a chance to finish catching their breath, their refectory period seemed to reset. ‘Oh god.’ Maggie thought as her body yearned to continue so quickly. It had been years since she had felt like this, and only the most intense of her sexually aggressive rivals had drawn this sensation out of her. She had known without touching Dorothy that likely her body would react like this…but now the other book nerd had cemented herself in the top tier of Maggie’s sexual rivals.

Dorothy’s still erect light brown nipples poking her tits meant that bitch was also ready to go the distance, and it would be a long hot day of sex before it was settled. ‘Good’, Maggie thought with a small smile on her lips. It was what they both deserved and needed. “Already bitch? That was really easy.” Maggie then taunted, and she licked some oil off Dorothy’s neck to her ear.

“We came together slut, so that means you are easy too. Plus, your hot bitch of a blonde did most of the work on me anyway. She has a great tongue.” Dot hissed, licking Maggie’s ear too and then nipping the lobe before she pushed Maggie’s upper body away so they could glare at each other and look down at their oily bodies.

“Well, your slut was the reason too then. Does it bother you that she is hotter than you? I don’t know how a book nerd like you got her.” Maggie hissed, slightly bringing her own insecurities out but anything would be fine to attack Dorothy. And it seemed to hit the mark because a moment of shock and a flash of pain came to Dot’s face before it was again hidden in rage, “Please, the moment I saw your blonde, I could guess how you met. I bet you stalked her too until she fell into your lap. I’m right, aren’t I, stalker?”

Maggie froze slightly, a memory of her doing exactly that flashed in her eyes and she felt her anger towards Dorothy multiply to bring it out of her. “Fuck you. We are settling this between our sexes until one of us knows in her soul the other is better, and how we got our partners. This isn’t like the car, or the stall, or my library. This goes on till it’s over. So, let’s just start again, right now whore.”

“Only after I write my first annotation on you, bitch, like we agreed. I want your slut to see it.” Dot replied with snarl as the redhead gave only the slighting of nods even as her hips started to shake. Dorothy separated their wet bodies with strings of cum attaching their nether regions being the last thing standing. Then she turned and leaned off the bed to reach for the discarded marker on the floor and Maggie couldn’t help herself, Dorothy’s full ass was just prone as she reached off the bed and Maggie went to her knees, took a few feet and gave it a loud spank. Dorothy yelped as her ass took the impact just as gripped the marker and looked back with a dangerous glare in her brown eyes. “You are going to pay for that.”

“Hurry up.” Maggie shot back and she watched a shiver of rage pass through her rival’s form. She came back and slowly pushed Maggie down and the librarian let her, knowing she would be granted the same privilege. On top, Dorothy popped the cap open with her teeth and put one hand on Maggie’s shoulder, pausing on her hands and knees above the sexy prone librarian. The pale legs went up and around Dorothy’s hips and back, making sure the woman only got her one word. Their erratic breathing increased as they let this play out as slowly Dot brought the tip of the black pen to Maggie’s right breast and then with more pressure than required, she unhurriedly wrote the word SLUT in all capitals just above the pink nipple. The oil made it slightly blurry, but the word was imprinted well and stood out on Maggie like a fresh tattoo. Dorothy grinned as she finished, and the green eyes glanced down. This was new…and degrading. The idea of Amber coming in and seeing her defeated was already unbearable, but now, covered in disgusting words written by her rival. ‘Oh god.’ She thought it was even worse but so hot. How had she not thought to do this before?

“My turn.” Maggie growled and Dorothy gave a small shrug and rolled to her back while Maggie took a similar position above her rival.

She had a million things she wanted to write on this slutty bitch, but a cheeky thought came to Maggie’s head, and she smirked, as Dot tilted her head in warning. Instead of a nasty curse word, Maggie wrote, “FREE MILK” on the left breast with a small arrow pointing at Dorothy’s left tan nipple.” Dorothy’s eyes widened and a flare was in them.

“That’s two words.” Dot plainly said annoyed as Maggie clipped the pen closed and got off her without much incident.

“Too bad.” Maggie shrugged and tossed the marker off the bed once again. Then she stretched her body, her breasts bouncing and showing off her sexy lean body to her sex rival.

“Hmph.” Dorothy breathed, and saying no more, they crossed their legs, leaned slightly to their sides and brought their soaking pussies into a wet mesh again. At once their flexible hips began to twerk, going gentler at first but it picked rapidly and now with that little orgasm out of the way, the sexually skilled women began to grind in rhythmic rhythm. The light definition of the women’s abs became visible as they flexed, and their tits bounced as they glared eye to eye and felt their clits again begin to jab, already back out of their hoods as if they didn’t even rest. The two love nubs fenced and poked while the rest of their womanhood interlocked and blended into a mesh of lesbian sex.

“Ugh, fuck you.” Maggie hissed.

“Bitch. I’m GOING to fuck you!” Dot moaned back as she sex fought her book stalker in the hotel bed. Then she suddenly surged, and Maggie found herself on her back with their legs still crossed. But the sudden motion separated their wet sexes and Dot began to work on pinning Maggie.

“Get off.” Maggie hissed, taking two hands full of Dot’s brown hair. But Dorothy had shifted down and then looked up at Maggie’s eyes. “I bet you have plenty of milk to spare!” She snarled.



“Hey!” Maggie hissed but Dorothy was already feasting on her right pale tit, sucking the globe roughly and chewing on the nipple in her dripping mouth. “Get off!” She cried, then rolled them and pressed her breasts down, pillowing Dot’s face. It did not have the immediate effect she had hoped as though Dot continued to bite and suck, and her hands were now squeezing Maggie’s glorious glutes.

Groaning, Maggie pushed up, freeing her nipple and giving Dorothy a chance to suck in air, but Maggie easily slid down and off Dot’s body in a flash. There she gave a wet, hard lick to Dorothy’s dripping sex before the woman could snap her legs shut, and by the time Dot did, Maggie was already halfway back up, running her hungry tongue up from Dot’s wet sex to her mouth and then stuck her tongue deep into the bitch’s throat, making her rival taste herself once again. But the kiss only lasted seconds, Dot pulled Maggie’s red hair and tossed her off, though it was easy because Maggie was willing to separate and catch her breath, her nipples still pulsing from the intense sucking they had been treated with.

They pushed away and sat up quickly. But Maggie wasn’t wanting to wait and gave Dorothy a come-hither motion with one hand while sticking her long tongue out, and Dorothy was more than happy to oblige her, coming together like snakes.

They erotically wrestled on the bed, pushing each other around into erotic bonds. Maggie forced Dorothy back and then sucked in one of the brunette’s tasty nipples into her mouth, but found her pussy fingered at the same time, then they seemed to switch. They turned into a knot of limbs, gripping the sheets, slapping asses and moaning in their rival’s face as they worked to bring their stalker to sexual peak. For almost 10 minutes, they sucked, licked and attacked each other with wild abandon, neither gaining nor losing much ground. Then in a sudden push, Maggie was flung off the bed and crashed onto the floor with a loud gasp.

She sat up quickly and huffed, she had been so distracted wrestling and fucking that she hadn’t noticed how close to the edge of the bed she had been. “Ow.” She spat as she caught her breath on the floor. Glancing up, Dorothy was already stalking her from the top of the mattress like a wild cat, moving back and forth on the edge, glaring down at her delicious prey. But when their eyes met, Dorothy stopped, went to her knees while pushing her big tits up with her palms, then she followed the arrow Maggie had drawn to her nipples with her tongue, “You wanna give up, Maggie? I promise to only enjoy you for a few more hours if you just submit to me right now. But I hope you don’t…you are the hottest nerd I have ever gotten to fuck, and beating you will be so very satisfying.”

Maggie was on her knees in an instant, “No, but I think you should come down here and we can study up close on the floor together, nerd to nerd, just the way we clearly like it.” She moved back to give her rival some space and waited on her hands and knees, swaying her freckled heart shaped ass in the air like a scorpion.

And Dorothy happily took the invitation, coming towards her, big tits hanging, hair wild. Her smooth oiled back curved as she put her hands on the floor but had her legs and equally incredible ass were still on the bed. Then like a snake, she slithered down and began to crawl at Maggie who waited like a cat ready to strike with her ass even more prone in the air.

As her rival approached, Dorothy let out an erotic sigh, eyes dancing, “I must say. There is something very intense and thrilling about fighting someone not just a match in body, but in a type of intellect too. I think you are equally as turned on by my figure as you are by my mind.” Dorothy purred as she and Maggie met foreheads with a small thud. Instead of continuing her talk, she started licking around Maggie’s mouth slowly, letting her tongue flick the red lips.

Maggie moaned, unable to deny the accusation and started to lick back so that their tongues wetly met before she too cleaned her rival’s face like lionesses grooming before a mating session. Then she breathed, “Yeah, it is, and I’ve thought about it too. We love the same books, have the same impulses, and to me, that means our brains work similarly. There is likely a deeper connection to pleasure too. Just look at our taste in women.” Dorothy seemed to breathe even more erratically as she was turned on by Maggie’s words of confirmation. Then the women went up on their knees, and for a second it looked like another tit fight was about to break out, but Maggie gave her rival a playful look, and then pushed off Dorothy to lay down, spreading her toned legs and exposing her wet pussy. Then she gave Dorothy a little twirl motion with her finger and Dot gave her a ‘if you want it that way, bitch,’ kind of smile.

Dorothy crawled around Maggie, eyes running up every curve of the prone woman until they were face to face, upside down. She lowered herself and placed her tongue on Maggie’s sweaty forehead and felt an equally wet snake touch hers. Then Dot crawled forward with her tongue dragging on Maggie’s skin, between her green eyes, down her nose, her upper lip, their tongues met but they didn’t kiss, roughly scraping by as they made their way down to their rival’s chin. Then through the valley of breasts, Maggie pushed her head up between the hanging globes that wetly covered her face, until they moved past each other’s belly button and down the navel further and further. They had casually spread their legs, offering a challenge as Dot pressed her lips into Maggie’s juicy sex, the casual state of their long lick ended. That began an intense 69 on the hotel floor, the two book nerds forming a perfect ball in a rematch of their car suck off a few weeks before. Maggie ran her tongue up Dorothy’s smooth sex, tasting Amber, herself and Dorothy mixed into an erotic blend. Then she turned her head slightly and began to make out with the rival pussy, using her tongue to spread the folds while her hands widened her rival’s thick glutes on their sides. But every action had a reaction, and Dorothy began to suck Maggie’s clit with skill, running her tongue firmly on Maggie’s smooth labia before focusing and twirling on the clit again and again. Unlike the car, they were already turned on, and they began to moan and twitch only minutes into the slurping contest.

They rolled to their sides and used their rival’s thigh as a pillow while they ate each other out. After another minute of eating, Maggie pressed an oily finger into Dorothy’s tight ass. For a second, Dorothy tensed, but this allowed Maggie to roll them off their sides and take the top spot for the first time. Then feeling cheeky, she suddenly sat up, and pressed her entire pale ass into Dorothy’s face, sitting on her and pulling her rival’s legs straight up from their ball. “You like my ass in your face slut? Feel it bitch!” Maggie hissed, rotating her ass and pussy on her rival. Dorothy hissed and spanked Maggie but continued to eat her opponent under the meat. After a few seconds, Maggie was forced back down to her rival’s groin and began to suck the clit in challenge and make up for lost time. Another few rolls and this time Dorothy sat up, pressed her oily and now sweaty ass into Maggie in revenge, the redhead groaned as they exchanged humiliating face sits. Then they were back at it, no longer teasing and sucking each other’s clits, scared to give the other any extra time now.

They rolled a few more times, pulling each other’s honey and red hair for any relief they could find. Then after another few minutes of delicious eating, Maggie felt a jolt. How did Dot not cum? Her mouth was her greatest gift and yet her ass was now being toyed and Dorothy was targeting her clit perfectly with those soft lips. She was able to roll on top, but a good spanking and a final clit suck Maggie began to cry out to her own surprise. “Wait! No!” She moaned and Dorothy smirked as she feasted, locking her rival with her arms as she prepared to swallow her prize. But in her gratification, she also was humping Maggie’s face with increasing speed and a groan of her own.

But the pale librarian’s legs were shaking and she was getting eaten better than she could eat. This…was not common…she was going to cum first in a 69! And just as the word came to her mind, she let out a final moan as her clit was sucked. Maggie shook on top of her rival and cried out as she came, horrified that the bitch got her off first in a mouth off. But even as the pleasure spiked and overwhelmed her, her moan alone seemed to vibrate Dot’s clit and she was rewarded with a sudden scream between her legs. Dorothy was cumming too, but Maggie was not able to focus as she was screaming and not in control, clearly going first. She tasted her rival as they rocked in their hot sweaty ball, muffled by the continuous snacking and slurping of their rival’s sex as they fought through their pleasure until they couldn’t last a second longer. Maggie rolled off Dorothy and they gasped side by side, but the redhead was shaking quite a bit more than her rival. And the nerdy brunette had a knowing smile on her cum covered mouth as she knew she had avenged her car loss.

“Oh, looks like my stalker came a little quicker than me this time?” Dorothy breathed as she sat up and then reached for the marker that happened to be nearby after their intense rolling. She was gasping, but so was her rival and that was enough for her to go first. “This is some good foreshadowing for me.”

“Not even, more like a red herring.” Maggie somehow spat while still breathless on the floor and she unexpectedly felt hesitant to lock her mouth to Dorothy’s wet sex again.

“Liar.” Dot called her out, but didn’t push the matter. “I think I'll get to write first again, unless you disagree?” She added and spread Maggie’s legs easily as the redhead hissed but didn’t dispute. “Thought so.” Dot added and then wrote the word ‘sloppy’ and added an arrow on Maggie’s inner thigh pointing towards her pussy, and then she turned Maggie around and wrote the word FAKE on the freckled ass.

As Dot wrote more words on her skin, Maggie felt her rage grow as her mouth failed her and her confidence shaken. She snapped the marker out of Dot’s hands after the second word and wrote ‘Free pussy’ on Dot’s inner thigh, and then wrote ‘SLUT’ where a tramp stamp would be and drew a heart around it. As Dot turned around, her eyes blazing, Maggie threw the marker at her. Dorothy swatted it away then and stood quickly before Maggie could get up. The curly red hair was taken hold of and Maggie let out a cry as she was pulled up, slapped, and tossed by the hair back onto the bed in a quick sequence of strikes. She landed with a thud and let out a groan, her muscles relaxing thanks to the softness of the mattress after the firmer floor. ‘Fuck.’ She thought. She wasn’t as young as she used to be. Her sexual skill was at an all-time high, but she did tire faster fighting out of practice. Dorothy was meeting her and matching her in every way. They were too similar… and it had been a long time since this fear of defeat had crept into her like it was now. And though it was thrilling to be in such a competitive fight…she did NOT want to lose, not to Dorothy Merin of all people.

At that second, Dorothy threw herself on Maggie’s spread form landing directly on top of her rival and the redhead was pressed down, stuck between the soft mattress and the steamy nude body that was now on top of her. She felt her rival’s fingers tease her glutes open and start to apply pressure on her asshole once again while Dorothy’s big soft tits squished into her sweaty back. “Get…off.” Maggie muffled into the pillow before finally turning her head to side glare at Dorothy, who licked Maggie’s cheek as it came into range.

“No, I like laying on you, dominating you, stalking you.” Dorothy whispered, pressing her soaked pussy into Maggie’s plump ass while spreading her rival’s thick cheeks wider with her hand, toying with the puckered asshole above the dripping pussy. “Grrr.” Maggie growled as felt herself humping the bed thanks to the sneaky finger entering her and another shot of desire flew into her. Dot toyed with her for a long minute, just having the honey haired nerd’s fat tits on her back, made Maggie want to cum and let this bitch fuck her, but she wouldn’t! With a sudden surge, Maggie rolled but Dorothy didn’t let go and was now under her, but facing up, and her fingers went a little deeper. “UGH!” Maggie cried, as Dorothy’s other hand wrapped around and filled it with Maggie’s right tit, just under the word SLUT. Her fingers sunk into the meat and Dot almost groaned at how Maggie’s breast filled in her palm. The redhead moaned as she felt herself exposed to the ceiling, her legs wide and her red curly hair blurred with the brown. Trapped by her stalker, she was starting to worry that she couldn’t keep up with this other book slut. That Amber would find her covered in words, defeated, fucked and left without books or pride.

“Fucking bitch, you like your ass fucked don’t you?” Dot hissed, snapping Maggie out of her downward spiral. Then the redhead lifted her hips, freeing her ass from the finger and slammed it back down onto Dot’s groin making her rival gasp, groan and release the erotic hold. Maggie rolled off as Dot caught her breath, but she knew she had to attack. She ended up rolling right off the bed, and onto her feet in a fluid motion. Then reached down and took two big holds of brown hair, ripping them towards her and dragging Dot on her back. She then slapped Dorothy hard upside down and dragged her stunned rival off the bed to the floor with a flop.

Maggie then pulled a crawling, gasping Dorothy into the front of the full-length mirror near the door, and the only mirror in the room outside of the bathroom. “Look at yourself bitch! Humiliating!” Maggie pulled her rival up but her brown hair and both women got a good look at their marked selves for the first time. The sight of their hot bodies covered in black marker was shocking and erotic, as they could remember every time the marker had been brought to her skin.

Dot let out a hiss and slapped Maggie’s thigh sharply, but Maggie pushed her rival into the mirror, flattening her enemy’s tits onto it before pulling her back and spitting on her face. But getting spit seemed to give Dorothy a rush of adrenaline and she used the back of her head to drive it into Maggie’s stomach while holding the redhead’s ankles. Maggie groaned from the headbutt and fell to her bubble butt being tripped. Dorothy jumped on her, but the redhead threw her off and they rolled across the hotel floor trying to pin one another to the ground. It was quite a sight of their tiring erotic womanly bodies locked as a hot fleshy ball again but with far less strength and moaning in discomfort as they moved. Dorothy’s thick ass on top, then Maggie’s, jiggling, flexing, the two backs of the women giving it their all. After a minute of this tumble, Dorothy pulled Maggie’s red hair and was able to stand, Maggie slapped at her rival’s ass but was tossed back onto the bed for the second time. Dot crawled after her, but Maggie was already up on her knees, and they crushed their breasts together in a bear hug crying out in pain.

They fought like this for a minute, squeezing, rotating their bosoms in mash, but then Dorothy screamed and let go, unable to take the pressure as her tan nipples were speared by the pink. Maggie used the freedom to slap her tits into Dorothy’s slightly under the rival thick pair and the other nerd cried as she went down to her back before being crushed by Maggie’s hot body and breasts once again. But the redhead wasn’t satisfied just pinning her rival by the tits on the bed.

Maggie quickly sat up, shifted down, and pulled her rival’s leg up so they could trib and fuck it out. Dot got the message with an angry snarl, one that Maggie returned like two wild animals. Their clits met and their slits kissed as they began what was turning into an endurance fuck with the paler girl starting on top. They stopped talking and only let their marked bodies do the work as the two women fucked on the bed like they hadn’t in years. Maggie came after a few minutes, but she kept going, letting the pleasure fill her but sending little signs except a gasp and a little more fluid between them. She was sure she felt Dorothy cum, but her rival didn’t hesitate, trying to make the other quit and trading the top spot every minute or so. Their fleshy swollen clits refused to retreat as they slashed and pumped each other as best they could. This went on for almost fifteen minutes, which at the beginning might have seemed short for two women like them but in their current state and the fight so far, it might as well have been three dragging hours and that’s what it felt like between Maggie and Dorothy.

Near the end of the sweaty endurance fuck, Maggie was on her belly, claws digging into the mattress and legs spread out wide. Her nipples were rubbing into the sheets and her back slightly bent with her incredible heart-shaped ass raised a few inches. In this position, the pussy fight continued against Dorothy, who was on her ass, legs also out wide, and arms bracing behind while her tits bounced towards the ceiling. In this position, their clits were reverse fencing and almost stabbing at each other within their sealed sexes. Their hips weren’t moving as quickly now, and it was almost a slow dance of sex. Many humiliating texts were marked all over their womanly bodies as they had again written midway through. “Fuck you…and cum.” Maggie cried, and Dorothy didn’t respond except to lean up and give a good spanking to Maggie’s fuckable jiggling ass, but it seemed to only make Maggie thrust with more ferocity up and down. Their clits flicked aggressively and any time their pussy lips separated, long strings of thick cum connected them before they slapped together and squashed the wet discharge between them for extra lube. They knew it was close to over that just one more orgasm might put her rival over the edge and so the two book nerds gave it their all in this desperate battle.

Dorothy came again, wailing and shaking the bed like she was a wild young thing. Maggie thrust a few more times, slower, trying to drag the heat out, anything to make it the last and let Dot be finished in this sex war. But when she turned to look back, Dorothy gripped the red hair and pulled it, bending Maggie’s back hotly. The librarian groaned, had her ass slapped and then Dot began to thrust again, renewing the trib fight.

The sex war dragged on, the women exchanging positions, like they memorized the lesbian kama sutra. Bending each other, in a way that no one except their partners would have realized these two book nerds could or would perform. Fingers, tongues, thighs, everything within play to drive the other woman wild in their sweaty ball of sex on the hotel bed. But overall, the two tipped flesh points at the apex of their labia finally sent a brutal orgasmic wave into the women that made them cum and left them rolled apart on the bed gasping. But their rage and desire to win kept them going. Maggie slowly sat up, her eyes heavy, and her energy faltering. But she took hold of the marker from the side of the bed. Dorothy, with her long brown hair messy and looking drained, begrudgingly allowed Maggie to come up close. But as they started writing, they were both far more aggressive, using their rival’s lush hair to pull and force the other woman into a humiliating position in which her rival could write. They could feel the end coming and the feral aspect of their fight was in full swing like the final shots of adrenaline pushed them forward.

Maggie wrote a massive WHORE on Dorothy’s back.
Dorothy scribed, INSERT DICK on Maggie’s lower belly and surrounded it with a heart.
CUNT was written, then SLUT multiple times by both in thick black letters. They had long stopped caring that it was a word per orgasm, and they just wanted to write as much as possible. Then they finished writing the same thing, ‘Maggie’s bitch and Dorothy’s bitch directly on their rival’s stomach.’

Then, there was a slap as Dot smacked Maggie as she tried to write another word. Maggie threw the marker at Dorothy and then threw her body at her. They slammed as one, arms wrapped around with nails, scratching and mouths clamping in an aggressive final rage with their back muscles flexing. Some of the freshly written words were smudged as they fought and rolled. They then stood up and fell back down to the bed where they humped wildly and fingered each other to change it up for a few minutes mid-catfight all with the final goal of making her rival go off for good.

They broke apart before the next orgasm and ended on their backs. Maggie forced her head up to look down at her rival and could see just Dorothy looking equally as drained on her back gasping. They had been fighting and fucking for just coming up on an hour and a half with only a few breaks to catch their breath outside of their writing. Maggie hadn’t had a marathon like this in years and she wondered what her old rivals would think to see her back in this form. Her confidence had been shaken like never before, but she knew this moment was her chance, her own energy wavering but a lively surge knowing she could finish her stalker right now. That she could finally fuck Dorothy Merin down. She felt deep into her core, thinking of Amber, of her old rivals, and of the books she wanted for her library. Maggie sat up with these thoughts and crawled at her rival, pale, bitten, marked tits swinging under her. Dorothy kicked at her weakly as she approached, but Maggie sunk her nails into Dorothy’s ankles and then on shaky legs stood on the bed.

“Fuck…you. I’m…finishing you right now, Dot!” Maggie cried, “Those books are mine! I’m better than you!”

“You fucking stalker! Those are my books! I…am…the better…!” Dorothy cried but didn’t finish as she was grinded once again by the cunt to Maggie’s incredible sex as the redhead lowered herself. Her light brown eyes were wide and wild, scanning the words on both her and Maggie’s body. The bite marks, the bruises from their fight, all building to this finishing moment. Her brown hair out and messy, even frizzy from the humid air from their bodies, matching Maggie’s carnal look.

This friendly looking brunette book nerd, with her pretty smile, her soft hazel eyes, her casual dressing, and soft honey straight hair that could go curly in the humidity. Her amazing fiancé who she had fallen in love with and her quiet life, everything that made Dorothy Merin herself, was lost right now in this savage sexfight. She was naked, covered in nasty words, and fuck fighting a ginger rival who had challenged her every core, and right now she was realizing she could lose. The back and forth war between, she couldn’t think of where she had gone wrong and all she knew was this sex was incredible and destructive.

“Fuck you! I can…UGH! Stalking Slut!” Dot cried again with a level of fear entering her tone, but Maggie was able to remain on top even when Dorothy surged and they grinded on, spitting, scratching, every second and every thrust a growing wave of pleasure. It took another two minutes, cries of gratification and agony filling them, when Dorothy finally started too slow. Maggie didn’t even notice at first but for every ten humps she gave, she only received nine in response. They collapsed back down with Maggie on her knees tribbing her rival. Then she only got eight humps, then she felt her left nipple sucked as Dorothy had shot up and taken it into her mouth, lapping Maggie’s pink nipple like a bottle. But Maggie didn’t even try and free herself, instead holding Dorothy tight to her breasts so their clits couldn’t break apart. “I have you!” Maggie cried out, knowing all she had to do was fuck Dorothy down, and when she finally pushed her rival off her breast, her rival collapsed and jerked on the bed, trying to hold on. But she couldn’t and Dorothy Merin for the first time in years, felt her sexual dam break as her clit met Maggie’s again and sundered.

“Oh god! Bitch! Maggie! You fucking stalking SLUT! I hate you!” Dot howled up at her rival’s face as she came with more force than ever, her stomach shaking like an earthquake and her pussy exploding from her clit. Every muscle tissue from her arms, legs, and torso, contracted, and she arched her back like a rainbow pushing her tits out to the ceiling with the loudest scream yet. How many orgasms, she wasn’t sure, maybe four or five real ones with plenty of small ones’ that she had pushed down into her core. She hated this librarian, and yet was obsessed with her. Everything Maggie did caused her some form of pleasure and Dorothy Merin felt her mind go blank as she was tribbed on the bed. The books she so desperately wanted seemed to disappear, and this redhead who stalked had brought back urges she hadn’t felt in years. ‘Oh god.’ She thought as she was being fucked into submission. And she loved it, and she hated it, and she just wanted to keep going to win. But this stalker had put her limits.

“We aren’t done.” Maggie barely gasped and lifted Dorothy’s other leg and slotted into her like a perfect puzzle piece, aligning them impeccably, clit to clit. “Submit bitch! Tell me I’m the better woman!” Dorothy shook her head and didn’t respond as Maggie cried out with what was becoming a victory fuck. Somehow Dorothy’s orgasm had not yet finished but another was being built, a mountain behind the hill. The nerdy brunette screamed, and she humped back refusing to voice any surrender and fuck Maggie to the end. The feeling of Dorothy cumming started to send Maggie off and the librarian knew she would have to take it, unsure if she could last as she spat, “Fuck you slut. Those are my books, and you are nothing but a pathetic stalking slut! THEY ARE MINE!”.

“Fuck you! Those books SHOULD BE MINE! I’m fucking better than you at EVERYTHING MAGGIE!” Dorothy whined and screamed, her hot nude body and hips flexing in precision, trying to hold on, trying to make Maggie feel as good as she was, trying to make this stalking bitch, cum like a banshee and not be able to cum again for the rest of the week. Because of that, the two women met again clit to clit but this time they didn’t release their contracted asses, the nerves pressing perfectly, holding the fleshly erect centers in one mass and then they both broke as the cores crushed and every nerve in both women’s bodies peaked like a dam breaking. Incredible and horrific pleasure shot from their groins to every inch in their nervous system and they let out screams and this one was different. Neither clit seemed to dominate, they both broke, Maggie able to crush her rival, but Dorothy crushed her back as the nerds cried out their final insults.
“STALKING WHORE!”
“STALKING SLUT!”

They came again, moaning as discharge leaked from their tight seal of their flexed nether grip. It wasn’t the longest peak of pleasure as they only shook the bed rocking for a few seconds, but the crowning of their indulgence seemed to finally shut them down. And for Dorothy, the second orgasm in seconds made her feel faint. The two book nerds seemed to freeze in tandem, still conjoined on the ruined bed, stunned by the final orgasm they shared. Until, when Maggie released Dorothy’s leg, the sweaty toned limb flopped to the bed with a small bounce. “Kelly…I’m sorry.” Maggie thought she heard Dot whisper but she wasn’t sure and she crumpled down next to her rival in a similar manner a second later, Then it was quiet for almost 10 long minutes besides their shallow breathing. But finally, green eyes fluttered open and Maggie pushed herself up almost deliriously as she turned to face Dorothy. Then she almost let out a sob of joy seeing her stalker, Dorothy Merin had either fallen asleep or had passed out after how much pleasure and pain she had taken, unable to continue fighting or fucking in the moment. Though Maggie never heard the words of surrender from her stalker's mouth, Dot’s entire body was limp and that had to be enough. For almost two hours, they had been fighting with only short breaks and now it was over. Like it always was in her sexual duels, one on top and one not. So many wins, and so many losses. But Maggie had outfucked her stalker and finally won this war. She had given more pleasure and proved she could just take just a bit more than Dorothy Merin, the book twin she couldn’t stand. But in the moment, Maggie struggled to even smile knowing it was over, half wanting to pass out too next to her rival, but if Dorothy woke first, and the fight continued…then Maggie had a dark feeling she would be finished.

It had been an incredible sexfight, one of the most intense Maggie had been in a long time but she wasn’t in the mood or mindset to admire the battle right now. She was scared. Her sexual skill shaken to her core even in victory. She rolled off the bed and almost collapsed when she tried to stand. She found the open marker on the floor and then crawled sluggishly back to the ‘sleeping’ Dorothy. She thought for a second and then, in neat big black letters, she penned atop Dorothy’s forehead the single word, ‘STALKER’. The one word neither had dared write…a word saved for the winner and a spot for it.

The brunette stirred as Maggie wrote but did not wake. Or if she had, she did not lash out, another sign of her surrender. Satisfied with the literal signature of her victory, Maggie again crawled off the bed, running only on the adrenaline of victory but it was fleeting faster than she could deal with. She didn’t waste time, pulling on one of the discarded white robes and filling her bag with the books Dorothy had brought as her prize, all of them in her possession now, like it should always have been. Then she walked slowly to the door, giving the depleted and sexually drained Dorothy one last look of desire before leaving her nerdy rival naked and fucked on the hotel bed.

Surprisingly, right as she walked out of the room, Amber and Kelly were walking up in their tiny bikinis. But in Maggie’s state she felt only a mini surge looking at Amber after what she and Dorothy had just done to each other. The redhead noticed a key card in Kelly’s hand though it wouldn’t have done them any good while it had been latched. They froze at the sight of the shattered looking Maggie carrying the bag of books and Kelly’s face slackened as they came up to her, “Oh…dang.” Kelly sighed sadly, pain in her voice. “You won?”

Amber’s face was even but there was a hidden spark of joy in her brown eyes. Maggie didn’t have the energy to taunt or gloat, and she simply just nodded slowly at Dorothy’s sexy fiancé. Her green eyes were already fluttering closed, and she slowly walked past the two women, pulling Amber with her as she went. “Oh, it really was an intense fight then?” Amber whispered to her girlfriend, glancing back at Kelly who looked crestfallen and was moving towards her room. Amber knew they both had really been hoping their partner would win during their friendly hangout and she couldn’t help feeling a little bad seeing Kelly go through those emotions…but that was the game they and their partners played even more so.

Maggie and Amber didn’t really speak as they checked out of their room and got to their car. Amber offered to drive, and Maggie agreed sitting in the passenger seat. Less than a minute into the trip home Maggie passed out, her breathing going even, and her body overwhelmed from the exhaustion of the marathon sex she had just participated in. The final shots adrenaline leaving her empty and the stress knowing her stalker was sexually defeated brought the smallest of smiles to her sore lips.



It took two days before Maggie started to have feeling come back in her legs though she knew it would be a while before she fully recovered from the vigorous fuck fight. Longer till her sexual confidence returned and that would need some practice…something she couldn’t hold in any longer. The words only washed off almost three days later, something Amber endlessly teased her about. Only a few women from her past had brought her to this state before. The sexfight had been intense, and she wrote about it in her journal trying to recall the details of her battle. Then she looked at her new collection of books with a happy smile. She couldn’t wait to sort them and get them in the library. She had won them, and that made it all the sweeter, but there was still something bigger on her mind and leaving her desk, she walked back into the living room. Amber was lounging and tuning her rarely played guitar on the couch, laid out and looking very relaxed. Maggie sat down and studied her girlfriend for a while until a bubbling question in her throat came out. “Amber, can we talk?” She finally said.

“Sure.” Amber replied casually, not looking up from her guitar. A sign she knew it was going to be a stressful talk.

Maggie considered where to start, and then just let it out, “Ok, I just want to say I’m sorry about this whole stalker thing…I guess me trying to control my competitive side just exploded out in the worst way. Made me think about when I stalked you all that time ago.”

“Yeah, and yet it seems both times it has worked out for you huh? Me and your new collection?” Amber replied but her voice was even, when Maggie waited for more, Amber glanced at her, “It’s all good Mags. Anything else?” The blonde asked, giving her a second sideways glance.

“How did you know?” Maggie huffed but she wasn’t angry.

“You have that look.” Amber spoke giving Maggie a tilt of her head and the redhead blushed and the blonde continued strumming and waiting.

“Ok…yes, there is something else. I…well…damn it.”

“Just say it, Maggie.” Amber spoke, but there was a kindness in her words that Maggie latched onto as hope.

“Ok…well, then…would…would you ever think about the idea of marriage, like open to maybe talking about it…with me?” Maggie whispered; the words heavy on her tongue and coming out much lower than expected. She had also shut her eyes, scared to see the response of her girlfriend.

“Yep.” The blonde replied even more casually and hit a second strum.

The word froze Maggie’s mind, and she didn’t say anything for almost five seconds until her brain rebooted. “WHAT?! YES? That easy?! No fighting, no compromise? I don’t need to show you a spreadsheet or beg?! What the hell?!” The redhead snapped standing as frustration that she couldn’t really place even filled her even after getting the answer she wanted.

Amber sighed and put the guitar down, turning to Maggie but remaining seated, “Do you want to get married to me?”

Maggie was breathing like she was mid sexfight, “Umm, well, yeah! But you always said marriage was stupid! You never showed me any signs!”

Amber rolled her eyes, “God, you remember everything don’t you? I’m going to burn your journal if I ever have the chance.”

Maggie blushed further and added a note in her head to rip that page out. Amber continued, “It doesn’t matter what I said years ago because what I’m saying now, is yes. I would be happy to marry you. I already consider us a lifelong couple because I would actually kill you if you ever tried to leave me, as toxic as that sounds.”

Maggie would have laughed but she was still in a fight and flight mode.

“But we can make it legally binding, sure. But If you are asking me to marry you right now, I’m going to be honest, this is a shit proposal.” Amber finished, her brown eyes flashed mockingly, and Maggie felt her anger explode with her happiness in a mix that she really had never felt.

“You…You could have asked me!?” Maggie blurted out, unable to get her full thoughts together.

“Nah, it is your fault we are together in the first place, and as much as I love it and you. I think you should do it, I’m sure you will get the answer you want, if that’s the hint you need.” Amber teased and then she stood up to meet Maggie’s eyes.

“You are the worst sometimes.” Maggie groaned but she couldn’t hide the big smile on her face.

“After this past month, you are the last person who can say that.” Then she walked up to Maggie and gave her a little look before licking her pink lips, “Or…you can come with me, and we can settle who proposes to who.” She teased but she leaned over and gave Maggie a quick kiss before lightly biting the redhead’s bottom lip. Maggie let out a groan, but the blonde was already heading to the bedroom knowing Maggie was coming after her seconds later.

Three months later Maggie was relaxing on her couch with a new ring on her index finger. She liked to stare at it even though she was indeed the one who had to propose in the end. Amber hadn’t fought her like that in years, and her blonde proved why she was still Maggie’s number one sex rival and lover.

Re-reading her journal, young Maggie never would have thought it would be someone like Amber Fielder; she was now engaged to, but current Maggie wouldn’t have it any other way. Her new fiancé walked in a second later, “We got a letter.” Amber said and threw it at Maggie who missed it, the note hitting her forehead. She let out a quick, “Ow”, before picking it up and turning it in her hands, “No way.” She breathed as she read the golden letters and an invitation fell out.



‘Dear Amber Fielder & Maggie Reynolds,

You are hereby invited to the wedding of Dorthey Merin and Kelly Valez. Month and Date to be announced, please save the date.”

She had to read it several times, “We got invited to their wedding.” Maggie finally said. She hadn’t heard from Dorothy since their fight and thought that it was over between them for good.

“I did tell you that Kelly liked me.” Amber said from behind the couch reading it again over Maggie’s shoulder. The librarian nodded, but the envelope still felt heavy. “Wait…there is something else in here.” Maggie said confused as she pulled out a far less fancy paper and Amber tilted her head as she read it too.

Dear Maggie Reynolds,

You are invited to the Bachelorette party of Dot. This will be hosted by her maid of honor Jackie Shoemaker. Island Destination to be announced’.

There were more details including phone numbers at the bottom. Maggie felt tense and then held it up to Amber who read it again and then laughed loudly, to the point she almost snorted. “Wow.”

“So, I guess Dorothy doesn’t think this is over at all. But I don’t think she wants to be friends...and she commented during our fight how she really didn’t have friends…I wonder who this Jackie is.” Maggie mused and the memories of their intense sexfight increased her breathing, “Three months…I’m surprised it took her this long after how our fight went.”

Amber nodded and then looked at Maggie curiously, “You going to go?”

Maggie sighed and thought about it for a second, “I really…really want to. Or I can suppress it again for 4 years and end up sexfighting a random woman over the last coconut at a food market? Or something like that.” Maggie spoke deadpanned and Amber gave her a ‘really’ stare then sighed with a small smile.

“Fair enough, babe, go crazy. Just know, this might be Dorothy’s final big weekend, and she might be very much up for paying you back during it.”

“Yeah…but I think it’s the perfect chance for me to beat her again…for good.” Maggie mused. A tropical island. Dorothy. Now that was an interesting prospect, but who was this Jackie? A friend? Doubtful. A rival? More likely. How would she handle it? Maggie wasn’t sure but if Dorothy Merin wanted a rematch with her, Maggie wasn’t going to back down from the offer. She would be happy to dominate that other nerd again in any place. Maggie gripped her phone and with a cheeky smile, sent a confirmation text to the new number in her phone.

End.
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Hey everyone. First off, sorry I disappeared. Happy to give a long explanation to anyone who wants it about how life gave me a good beating haha but honestly, I would rather spend the time writing stories lol. That is the end of this story, and I hope it met some or any of the expectations after the long delay. It was a hot fight to write, and I haven’t enjoyed Maggie against someone like this in a long time in pretty much every phase of this story EVEN THE DREAM SEQUENCE haha. The writing of words on each other’s bodies was something I wanted to do since the beginning with these characters. Def want to more with Dorothy and Maggie both together and apart.

I owe a lot of apologies to people who have reached out directly, JB, Marital, I will respond soon but life REALLY got in the way. To everyone who commented on any parts of this story, it was awesome seeing the engagement and pushed me to finish this story. From the first fight to the dream and now the end. Every comment was so engaging and I really enjoyed reading them. So thank you to the community as always.

Anyway, not planning on writing the bachelorette party story yet…maybe one day haha MAGGIE DOROTHY REMATCH. For now, I’m just gonna be writing some short stories, I think. Mostly one offs that will show up here and there. Maybe I’ll do a poll as I have 3 stories on the go right now and not sure which i wanna focus on.

But thanks again for reading. Always appreciate the comments and likes. Uhh, yeah. See ya later.

King

Awesome. Now I just hope that Dnld’s stories can be salvaged somehow. I haven’t heard a thing from him since the original board went down. I hope he hasn’t given up on writing because of it.

Well, speak of the Devil. He’s back!