About the Author
Written by Rivals Rapture: There are two ends to the fight fiction spectrum. One being violence and the other sex. And though some writers move from one side to the other, and then back again, there is no writer who has mastered the far end of sensuality better than JB57.
They being the unrivaled and inestimable pen-smith of so many intensely hot rivalries and blisteringly passionate
These stories are rewrites and expansions on original tales by the writer Whistler.
The women began to breathe more heavily as their excitement increased. The intimate contact flooded the rival women’s delicious bodies with sexual hormones. Their hearts pounded as their bodies grew more and more aroused. Their pussies became wet and hot and tight. After several erotic minutes exploring the other’s thick, throbbing nipples through their nylon clothing, the Panther finally broke the silence.
“You’ve got a nice pair of tits, Cat. They’re almost as amazing as my own,” the Panther breathed, her voice catching with the excitement of her growing desire.
“You’re no slouch in the titty department either, little kitty,” Jenn replied.“But my girls have no equal.”Jenn’s voice, too, was choked with excitement.
The Panther smiled and licked her lips in the darkness.
“Oh, I think my girls would disagree. Perhaps it’s time for some serious girl talk?”
The Cat nodded and licked her own lips.
“Yes. I think the girls need to discuss whose turf this is. There’s only room for one big boob thief in this town.”
Tyler smiled. “Not at all, bitch,” she murmured, licking at Natalie’s beautiful mouth. “This is about who fucks last, not who gets fucked first. If you want to do all the work, that’s fine by me.” She bit Natalie’s neck, forcing a groan of pleasure from her rival. Natalie twisted her hips, penetrating Tyler’s cunt a bit more. Tyler gasped, but continued. “I’m not stopping until I drain every drop of cum from that gorgeous cunt,” she said, throwing back the brunette’s words. Natalie smiled archly in reply, her eyes glowing with lust. She locked Tyler into a deep, probing French kiss. As the women kissed, their hips began moving, cunt sliding on cunt, warm, taut bellies rippling against each other until their navels sucked at each other. Engorged clits swelled up from the women’s twats, eagerly seeking their counterpart.
Barb kicked the silk sheets away from her body to reveal the rest of her nakedness. She licked her lips seductively as the naked brunette stepped up onto the deck. The brunette paused, her eyes roaming hungrily over Barb’s naked perfection. Slowly, teasingly, Barb spread her legs, revealing the lush, thick-lipped vulva between her powerful thighs. The brunette’s smile grew even more ravenous. She climbed onto the bed and straddled the blonde woman. The brunette’s thick, juicy cuntlips settled wet and hot on the blonde’s matching cunt. The women gasped and moaned in unison as spikes of intense pleasure radiated through their incredible bodies as their juiced-up twats mated.
The night fell. The women continued the relentless orgy in the dark, until Cindy turned on one of the LED lamps. By the golden glow of the lamp, the four sexual warriors battled on, their perfect bodies gleaming with sweat and cum. They ravaged each other, bodies on fire, fighting to consume each other with their feminine strength. They matched sexual organs to sexual organs, womanly power to womanly power, their groans and moans harmonizing as the erotic struggle raged, their erotic power fed by the magic of the mountain.
The Inge Series
Conchita and Inge glared at each other, nose to nose and breathing in each other’s sweet breath. Conchita pumped down on Inge a few more times, but then stopped. She knew what she had to do. “Listen to me, you bitch,” Conchita said, struggling to overcome the intense pressure of the women’s mutual bearhug in order to speak. “I could beat you down from where I am right now, but I think we both know that would not be enough. The only way we can really decide this is to fight each other woman-to-woman, with nothing between us. My shorts have to come off. But I’m not willing to give up being on top. You will have to agree not to attack me while I am taking them off and until we get back into position. Do you agree?”
Conchita glared at Inge, hating the blonde bitch more than ever, but wanting hard body contact. She wanted to rip Inge’s beautiful hair out by the roots, but she also wanted to go tit to tit with this whore. With a snarl, she threw herself at Inge, her hands reaching for her foe’s blonde mane; Inge leaped to meet her. In an instant, their sore tits met and crushed, nipple to nipple. Both women seized the other woman’s thick hair and, arms looped around each other’s back, yanked viciously at each other. They staggered around the clearing, groaning with effort and cursing each other, the constant struggle for balance and advantage rubbing their tits together with
Conchita and Domino were mesmerized by each other. Their eyes locked the moment the redhead entered the room. Each woman could feel the raw sexual power rolling off the other woman in waves. They could feel the challenge that each posed to the other right down in the core of their beings. Conchita felt her cunt flaring with heat and growing uncomfortably wet. Her tits crusted over, and her nipples began to leave visible moist spots on her green gown.
Both women were transported to another plane of sexual ecstasy. They had waged sensual war upon each other before, had driven each other over the brink of ultimate sexual pleasure again and again, but the erotic connection here, in this sacred temple, in the presence of a true goddess, was unlike anything either had ever felt.
Martina felt her cunt melting, merging, with that of Inge. She felt alive and enraged in a way that she had not before. This jungle whore, this blonde bitch, presented her with a sexual challenge greater than any she had faced in the past. The erotic power of Inge’s fantastic body was incredible, and Martina could tell that the jungle woman’s raw, wild sexuality rivaled her own. But she loved the challenge, loved the risk, and loved the unrestrained fucking in which they were engaged. They would settle which of them was stronger, which of them was the alpha bitch, in the most primitive and primal way that they could. Martina struggled to contain her pleasure, even as she eagerly anticipated breaking and mastering Inge’s cunt.
“Take it, you bitch, TAKE IT, CUNT!!,” Sheena roared at Inge, her beautiful face a mask of erotic rage and ecstatic triumph. She pulled viciously on Inge’s thick hair. She was finally riding this whore, the way she had wanted to from the start. She had every intention of pounding Inge’s cunt into mush, of fucking her blonde enemy senseless, of riding the bitch until Inge begged for more and more.
Desperately, Inge tried to fight back. Sobbing, even as her body was wracked by orgasms, she struggled to clamp down on the dildo and shove it back up into Sheena’s conquering twat. She moved with Sheena’s body. Sheena was moaning in pleasure and triumph, so she was caught by surprise when she suddenly lost control of the dildo and found it driving up into her innards with excruciating force and pleasure. Sheena screamed. Unexpectedly, she found herself on the verge of a titanic orgasm.
They struggled ass to ass and once even used a thick root as a double-headed dildo to test the strength of each other’s twats. They pounded and ground their cunts together until they could barely walk. Their clits fenced and rubbed and fused tight into unbreakable knots, torturing both combatants with unbearable pleasure. Every night, they fought and fucked each other to their utmost, using all their skill, their strength and their wiles to dominate the other woman, to inflict so much pleasure on the other that she would have to surrender. A few times, both women came close to breaking the other. But every night ended in the same way, however circuitous the route to get there: Inge and Martina fucking each other into unconsciousness, giving each other so much erotic pleasure that their bodies and minds had no choice but to shut down and save them from the extremes of ecstasy.
The Space Series
“I’m going to fuck your brains out, Captain,” Valustriana whispered at her beautiful enemy. “I’m going to fuck you and fuck you until your pussy surrenders completely. You’re going to learn what it feels like to go clit to clit with a real woman.”
“We’ll see, you cunt,” Lorena whispered back. “My pussy has eaten bigger, better cunts than yours. I’m going to fuck you blind, then you’re going to eat my pussy. You’re going to find out what I do to arrogant twats who come on my ship.”
With this final exchange of threats, the two goddesses finally prepared to meet in the ultimate combat. Both women pulled their hips back, aimed their hot, open cunts at each other, lined up their massive, throbbing clits, then – with a final glare of hatred and lust – they used all of the power of their hips and asses to drive their cunts together. The clit to clit fuck was finally joined.
Sobbing and screaming, Dariah and Reena kept their clits pushed hard together. Then, bracing themselves, their hands sunk into the cushion of moss, they thrust hard with their hips and asses, driving at each other. They howled again as their clits crushed, head to head, and struggled to force each other back. The women shrieked and snarled, they gritted their teeth in agony, they panted and howled like animals, but they still kept up the pressure and slowly, agonizingly, their sweat-slicked bodies shaking with pleasure, their tits quivering with tension, forced each other’s massive clits back until their juicy pussy lips touched and kissed and slowly slid together and sucked.
“Cum, you whore, cum, you dirty, fucking slutty bitch!” Bryanna screamed, her body boiling over with erotic pleasure. She could not hold out much longer. She was on the verge of an absolutely devastating orgasm, but she refused to lose another battle in this fuckwar.
“No, no, you cum for me, filthy fucking cunt!” Klara shrieked in desperate rage, the tension and pleasure in her body trembling, radiating through every muscle in her writhing body.
The women’s long, powerful, voluptuous forms writhed sinuously, bucking and humping as they fucked furiously, desperately. Their nipples were leaking, their bodies were soaked in sweat, pussy juice flowed from their intermeshed cunts down into their ass cracks, down their inner thighs, slicking the mat.
The Spa Series
When two beautiful spa-goers catch each other’s eye, they decide to pull back the curtains, press their bodies together, and find out which of them can wield them better.
Elise and Louise meet again, this time, with one hoping for revenge, while the other seeks complete and utter domination.
(Stand-Alone Follow-Up to The Spa 1 & 2 )
Not at the spa, but elsewhere do Elise and Louise meet again. This time, in a clash that will leave each of them satisfied.
When Louise goes sunbathing, she finds an upstart rival ready to take her to the very edge of her sexual abilities.
The upstart Veronica returns to lock eyes and thighs with Louise once again.
With a feud with Louise behind her, Veronica finds a new rival. One to writhe with until one of them has been broken beyond all measure.
When Veronica goes to Greece she finds herself an olive-skinned rival to battle for sexual supremacy.
After School Series
When a twenty-something seductress (Martha) and an 18-and-a-half-year-old sex-kitten (Teresa) come into conflict over a man, a tale of sexual rivalry explodes for your reading pleasure.
(Sequel to After-School Lessons)
Martha and Teresa continue their war of sexual competition until finally it ends in a flash of orgasm, defeat, and the glory of a metaphorical collar.
When Teresa moves to a new town, a new place, and a new school, she finds herself once again locked in a lustful competition with the girl across the hall.
The Kris Series
“So, this is your thing, hm?” Kris said to the other woman, as she moved closer, her hips swaying, her breasts quivering as she walked. “Come to a new town, find out which woman has the best tits and cunt, and then go after her?”
“The job is oil wrestling. I want to hire you to fight another woman in an oil ring. You’ll both start out in bikinis but, by the time it’s done, you’ll probably both be naked. The ring is a big rubber swimming pool with a layer of baby oil. This whole thing is in the back of a club near here and it’s a private affair, so there are maybe twenty guys sitting around taking bets.”
“Nope. No wrestling this time. Tonight… they’re howling for a titfight!”
Kris unconsciously moved her hands to her incredible rack and slowly squeezed her breasts together.“A titfight, huh? So… like, you mean boob boxing then?”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it. So what do you think? You in?”….
Kris’s eyes grew wide. “Five grand just to smack my tits into some other chick’s boobs?”
The Hotel Series
Pat and Marsha clash in a hotel battle so hot, even victory can’t tear the two rivals apart.
“So, Ms. Bennan,” Maria began. “I’m the new warden. My name is Maria Jacobs.”….
“You seem to be the most important prisoner at McBride.” Maria smiled. “What will it take to get your cooperation?”….
Can you guess what it takes?
The redheaded beauty was just about to fall to her knees and begin the second phase of her conquest when, suddenly, a cry of anger came echoing out of the forest. Rakara and the man were both surprised, and Rakara looked up in bewilderment. To her surprise, she saw Tana racing up to them from out of the forest. It only took Rakara a moment to realize what had happened. Evidently, she had interrupted a lovers’ rendezvous. Jonggar must have been waiting at the old tree for Tana. Still, as far as Rakara was concerned, the man was fair game and she had gotten to him first….
A game that had to be fought for….
Cyber-enhancements, bandit gangs, motorcycles and the future? Yup!
Oh yeah, and wicked hot sexual contest and lightning fast battle.
All one needs is a motel room and a rival. In this tale, Sarah finds both. But is it her rival or she who turns out to be the prey? Read and find out.
Again they just stared at each other. Then, the new mom broke the silence.
“You should take a picture, it lasts longer.”
“And that’s supposed to mean what?” Sue replied.
“I mean the way you’ve been staring at me at school and now here at the club.”
“You were the one that was staring honey, but I don’t blame you, everyone stares.” Sue replied.
“Not any more, haven’t you noticed,” the new mom said, slowly shaking her head.
“The only reason they are staring is that people feel embarrassed for you,” Sue snapped back. “It’s amazing what happens to some women’s breasts after children isn’t it.”
“Actually, mine look even better since I had my daughter,” the new mom replied.
Sue responded, “Sure, that’s because they are bought and paid for I’m sure.”