About the Author
Hi, I’m Corvus. Some of you may remember me from my previous nom de plume, Rino.
For over twenty years, I’ve been fascinated by the idea of erotic combat/competition between women. And I’ve managed to feed this fascination with a lot of stories. It’s been fun, and even in my fallow periods, I’ve always loved reading stories about passionate women who compete on the field of sexual battle.
My stories range from very soft to somewhat violent, but always with an erotic component. I prefer writing about more mature women. Sexual competition is a transgressive act, and as such will sometimes arise when the fuse of passion is ignited.
I hope you enjoy the booms.
If you’d like to contact this author, you can email them at firstname.lastname@example.org.
With a shot of adrenaline, she pulled Carol down onto the floor and flung her on her back. Mary grabbed Carol’s ankles and spread them apart like splitting a wishbone on a chicken. Carol’s legs were opened wide, her pussy lips opening like a door to reveal a pink dark hole and a shiny pearl.
As the crowd moved towards the door, the two women were thrown together again. Under the cover their bodies, Joanna pulled the center of her blouse apart and drew the edge of her skirt to the right. Her naked breasts made smooth contact with Sharon’s globes, and she felt the stiff nipples actually touch. She gasped, her face trying to maintain a neutral expression. She dared a look down and saw Sharon’s dark rigid nipples slide along the top of her breasts.
Ginny said, “Oh, I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll see stars in the daytime!” She lathered up the rag with soapy water and started to roughly wash Calamity’s heavy round breasts.
Calamity returned the favor. I watched as the women scrubbed one another, closing their eyes in bliss, and walked up to them. I bent down and lathered up my rag and started on Ginny’s back. The busty redhead arched her back and purred like a cat. Water splashed against my tits.
“You know it! We both tried for that one room, and we were jammed shoulder to shoulder trying to get in. She was all ‘I saw it first!’ and I said, ‘Bullshit, I was in here before you!’ and we both finally squeezed in and I could feel her boobs jammed against mine as we pushed in. We turned around and looked daggers at each other, and she finally said, ‘Well okay, let’s both use it. Okay?’ and I thought for a second, but I wanted to get out of there, so I said, ‘Fine, just don’t bump into me, cow!’.”
From that position, they pressed their foreheads together and leaned into each other. Their eyes almost crossed from the close range as they stared, pushing forward with their heads. They kept up the pressure for a minute or so, then they both pushed forward and lowered their faces so that they pressed together. Their lips met and softened and they kissed, warm and open and thrilling.
They started to move faster, the breasts slamming into each other now. They increased the pressure of their bear-hug, pressing their foreheads together. Back and forth, the round globes bounced and slid together, erect nipples sending shocks along their nervous system.
Down below, their hips began an involuntary dance as they bumped into each other. Their pussies started to lubricate, fluid beginning to form speckles on their labia. As they tit-fought, their snatches occasionally touched, the pubic hair meeting and separating. The heart of their sex was seeking its own wanton contact.
As Pandora swiveled her hips, grinding her wet cunt into Hera’s, she brought her hands down onto Hera’s large, heavy breasts. She dug her fingers into the flesh and teased the pink nipples into full erection. Hera’s breasts may not have been as sensitive as Pandora’s, but they were hardly numb.
They are close friends and have known each other for years. Laura is redheaded, with a tangled mane of helter-skelter curls. She is wearing a long purple skirt, thin with soft folds. It has a long front slit. Other than that, she is naked. She has large breasts and jutting nipples.
Victoria paused for moment, then said, “Oh my! When I heard that, I snapped! I stood up and faced her. We were so close our breasts for pressing together. I could actually feel her stiff nipples – and she could feel mine. I said very softly, ‘You’ve got one goddamn second to take that back, you bitch!’. And she just looked me, and smiled her superior smile, and I slapped her!”
That night, Evelyn slept nude. Halfway to sleep, she slipped an index finger into her swollen and wet pussy. She lightly stroked her clitoris as her hips moved in circular motions on the wrinkled sheets. She whimpered her orgasm as she spilled her juices about her stiff spasmodic fingers. Her dreams that night were troubled and dark, and Diane moved at the center of them. They struggled in an erotic war of tangled limbs and grinding pelvises.
They stepped away from their fallen dresses and advanced toward each other, and then they clashed. They met with a quake of flesh and they groaned as their breasts came together and they felt their sensitive nipples meet and the breast flesh mushroomed out on the side. They whimpered when their bellies touched and inhaled sharply when the curly nests of their bushes touched, followed by the exquisite pressure of their southern lips.
Anna felt the unforgettable pressure of two sets of breasts compressing against each other. She drilled her eyes deep into Cody’s. Cody responded by wrapping both her arms around Anna’s waist and pulling them closer together. They felt their rigid nipples poking their shirts and they groaned as their breasts were crushed together. Anna reached up with one hand and wrapped It up in Cody’s brown hair and pulled.
“Well, we got into it. She stripped down to her panties and that shocked the hell out of me, but I wasn’t about to let her intimidate me. I stripped down to my panties too. We were both a bit unsure, so we got on our knees on one of the beds and we gripped each other’s shoulders, trying to push the other back. We weren’t getting anywhere, and she finally said ‘fuck it’ and slapped me.”
Rose continued, as she moved her fist up and down on the straining cock. “God, your sister and I would roll around the floor, slapping each other and pulling hair! I’d rip off her goddamn blouse and dig my claws into her oversized breasts. Oh, I can hear her screaming now! I know her, she’d be giving it to me as well. She’d punch at me and slap me hard, and I’d be cursing her out. ‘YOU BITCH!’ ‘YOU WHORE!’”
Elizabeth said, “Would you like to slap my face, Tara? Go ahead. Please …”
Tara raised her hand. This was it. She held her right hand up at shoulder height. It trembled slightly.
“I’m … I’m afraid.”
“Me too. Hit me!”
Tara gathered her will and struck. Her hand whipped around and smacked into Elizabeth’s cheek with a cracking sound. Elizabeth’s head rocked back and she gasped in sudden pain and shock. Her cheek reddened from the blow.
As their eyes were locked, the women continued their unrelenting pressure, flattening the flesh, poking each other with their stiff nipples. They felt as hard as the tips of pencil erasers. They luxuriated in the squeezing pressure, feeling a throbbing pain that felt too good to give up. Again, Sarah marveled at how the smoothness of their breasts could feel so hard, simultaneously yielding at the start, and then like rubbery iron when compressed to the ultimate.