Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler in “French Maids (Part 2)”

By Gark

A week had passed since my fantasy catfight encounter with Mrs. Van Der Meir, or Dorothy, as she preferred me to call her. We were again sitting down to lunch together at the Northridge Country Club, starting to chitchat like old friends. And, I guess that was a good description, even though she was still a wrestling client, and potentially a good source of income for me.

We sat down outdoors in the patio where there were few other patrons so we could talk in private. As we nibbled at our salads, I could see that Dorothy was a little tense. Finally, she spilled the beans. “I really enjoyed our ‘encounter’, as you call it, the other night, even though my breasts were sore for a few days afterwards. It was a lot of fun in more ways than I’d have guessed, especially the breast fighting.” Then she whispered quietly, “I was really surprised when I orgasmed, and then, when you did as well. I had no idea wrestling could be so erotic. Perhaps we could do it again sometime soon?”

I knew what was coming next, replying, “Certainly, I’d love to anytime! I really enjoyed it, too, and you’re right - I orgasmed, as well. But I especially like the fact that you’re a natural wrestler, and good competition!”

“Last time was fun, but a little rough at times, she said. “I need a few more weeks before trying that again. Maybe we could try something a bit more pleasurable this time… a sexfight perhaps?”

There, she had quit beating around the bush and spelled out what she was after, and I could see Dorothy was much relieved to have said it. Of course, I had known what was coming, so I showed no surprise as I replied, “Certainly, I look forward to it anytime you wish.”

Dorothy let out a little squeal of excitement, then looked me square in the eye, saying, “How about tonight, then? Howard, you know Mr. V., is still gone on safari and we’ll have the mansion to ourselves again.”

“Fine with me. I’d love to. Anything special on your mind… scenario’s, scripts, whatever?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not sure what a sexfight actually is, so I haven’t got anything planned,” she replied.

“Then let me fill you in. Basically, there are three types of sex fights that I’ve found to be successful,” I explained. “In the first type, you try to bring your opponent to orgasm by any means available. The first person to orgasm loses. The loser must then ‘service’ the winner in any way they want, if you know what I mean.”

“Mmmm, delicious. That sounds very nice. How about the other two, though?” she asked.

“The holds used in the second type of match are not as outright sexual as in the first,” I told her. “It’s more like a nude wrestling match, but the winner of the match forces the loser to ‘service’ her. Afterwards, the winner decides whether or not to ‘service’ the loser.”

“Hmm. Maybe not so good for this time, but maybe another time,” she considered.

“The third type of sexfight is very similar to the second - it’s basically just a face-sit / schoolgirl pin match where the loser is forced to ‘service’ the winner as the finishing move of the match. Afterwards, the winner decides whether or not to ‘service’ the loser.”

“Yeah. I don’t think I’m ready for that one yet either,” she replied, “but it could be interesting once I’m a bit more skilled. I think the first one sounds just right for tonight. I think I might even beat you! I had you pretty horny last time!”

“Don’t get cocky. I was only playing with you,” I whispered seductively.

“And, that’s my plan for you… playing with you…” she purred in return. “But won’t it be over kind of fast? I imagine if we really go after each other, neither of us will last very long… and I want it to take a while… a long while.”

“I know what you mean, and you’re a right. What I’ve found to be effective is a series of short pin-style strip-wrestling matches prior to the main event. It’s a good lead-in as the body contact is good, and with three-seconds pins, the wrestling isn’t too serious - more playful than anything else.”

“That sounds pretty good. But how does strip wrestling work?” she asked.

“Quite simple really”, I replied. “We both start out with an equal number of clothes, presumably something sexy. When you lose a round, you lose an article of clothing.”

“But you’ll win most of the time and I’ll be the only one naked,” she scolded. “That doesn’t sound too fair.”

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “In this kind of match, things have a way of staying pretty even, from a clothing point of view. A person is easily distracted, and their thoughts aren’t necessarily on pinning, or even winning, for that matter.”

“Okay. I’ll take your word for it,” she replied confidently. “I’m sure I’m hot enough to keep your mind off your wrestling. I think I can do this, and maybe even win. But I don’t want to act a script or rig the outcome in any way - we’ll just have it out and whoever wins wins.”

Now I was getting hot. This woman was turning me on with her mock threats, and I was astounded she could do it so easily. “I’m pretty hot myself. You won’t find me easy game,” I assured her.

“Yes!!! It will be a grand time. Do you mind if I pick out what we’ll wear? I have something special in mind.”

“Fine. What would it be?” I asked.

“Now that would be telling. You’ll just have to wait and be surprised,” she giggled mischievously.

We chitchatted a few more minutes, and then Dorothy dropped the bombshell. “Maybe you should just spend the night. I wasn’t too comfortable sending you home in a taxicab last week.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, not wanting to impose or give her too many ideas. “Well, I could drive over?” I offered.

“No, no. That will never do. Please say you’ll spend the night. James can make us breakfast in bed the next morning. He can be discreet, especially because you’re a woman. He and I have directives only regarding males. C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“Okay, okay. But as I’m sure you’re aware, my fee will be outrageous,” I advised.

“As if I care. Howard is filthy rich, and I have a very generous allowance.”

I knew they had a prenuptial agreement, but this was the first I’d heard mention of her allowance. It must be tough on her having to worry about losing everything if she were unfaithful, or whatever. At least she could live well for now. I knew that she hadn’t taken the maid job as a means to marriage. She had just lucked out, at least financially. But sexually, Dorothy was very alone and frustrated. And that was how I rationalized spending the night.

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When James arrived in the Rolls, I was wearing a simple blouse and slacks. I had a small overnight case with my things. Dorothy would have the wrestling outfits. I wondered what she would pick, and how many garments we would wear before stripping them off one match at a time.

As we drove along, I started to get psyched. This could really be a lot of fun, especially since Dorothy had some wrestling talent. I’d just have to wait and see how things would go.

James let me in the door, and then dismissed himself saying, “I’ll see you in the morning. I have a special breakfast planned for you and the missus.

Scant moments later, Dorothy appeared, saying excitedly, “Come here. I must show you our outfits.”

I followed her closely, and then she jerked around quickly. “Now where are my manners?” she said. Can I offer you a glass of wine?”

I accepted her offer, and we were soon headed upstairs with two large glasses of wine. “Here, what do you think?” she asked. “I just couldn’t resist.”

In her hands were two identical French Maid outfits, even sexier than the one from last week. We quickly stripped and put them on, modesty being the least of our concerns. We watched each other as we changed, paying close attention to the other’s pubic areas, exposed to each other for the first time.

Soon we had completely changed into our outfits, and, if I must say so, we both looked extremely hot!! Tonight would be a very exciting, indeed!!

“So, I count four pieces of clothing - bra-blouse, apron-panties and two cut-off gloves. That seems like too many. What do you think?” I asked her.

“Yeah. I figured the gloves would probably fall off on their own and we’d only count the bra and panties for the strip-match.”

“Okay, that works for me. Anything else in mind?” I asked as we continued to sip from our wineglasses. “Or are we gonna start right here and now.”

“I can see you’re the eager beaver tonight. But keep your panties on for now and I’ll give you the lowdown.”

She had me cold. “Guilty as charged. But I think you’re in the same state of frenzy as me. Go ahead… admit it,” I told her.

“Yeah, you’re right. But I’m taking your advice and setting up something to get our juices flowing before our climactic struggle. Okay??”

“Yeah. Just fine. Now get on with it,” I prodded. “What’s the plan?”

“This should make for an equal and exciting match between us. We’ll wrestle in four different rooms in the mansion, before having the finale. I’ll pick the location for rounds one and three. You can pick for rounds two and four. I already have something special planned for the finale.”

“Hey, that doesn’t sound fair, you going first and all, plus, you know this place and I don’t,” I objected, but without much conviction. It would be fun any way things went.

“Yeah right…” she grinned, and then changed the subject. “Hey, let’s get another glass of wine and explore the mansion together. That’ll help some,” she offered.

I quickly agreed, and we spent the next half hour looking around the place. Occasionally, we bumped into each other as we walked and tussled briefly as we toured the mansion, getting hotter by the minute. We finished the tour in the hallway outside the master bedroom, standing alongside a large bookcase that seemed strangely out of place. I thought maybe we were going to have the first round in the master bedroom, but instead she turned to the bookcase and pulled on one of the books. I heard the click of a latching mechanism and then the bookcase swung open effortlessly revealing a steel door with an electronic keypad. Dorothy keyed in a series of numbers, and with the soft purr of machinery, the door swung open quickly and smoothly.

“I wanted to show you the panic room, and a little secret that you should know about,” she told me sheepishly as we stepped inside. “The mansion is wired for video security most everywhere,” she told me, pressing the play button on a nearby video recorder.

I watched breathlessly as the monitor began showing Dorothy and myself clawing at each other’s breasts… last week’s match in vivid detail. “The quality is amazing…” was all I managed to say.

“I hope you’re not mad,” she apologized. “It’s not like I can turn the system off. Only Howard has control of that. But I can change tapes… and even make copies of them,” she told me handing me a tape, saying, “this copy is for you, if you want it, that is. And, of course, I can destroy both copies if you would prefer.”

I was caught off guard, and said nothing for a few moments, watching the video intently. The video was really well done. The camera must have had a motion-sensing mechanism as I noted the automated pan and zoom. Finally, I replied, “This is incredible! It’s almost like we had our own cameraman. Of course I want a copy. But this has to stay between us… no other copies of any sort. OK?”

“Of course, I don’t want this sort of thing getting out either,” she replied. “You realize there’ll be another tape made tonight. Any problem with that?” she asked.

“None at all, as long as I get a copy,” I replied.

“Done,” she answered quickly, taking me by the hand with a gentile squeeze and leading me back out into the hallway. “I think its time to begin the evening’s activities.”

Dorothy led me downstairs to the very large living room. We finished off the last of the wine and set our glasses off to the side. The rug was plush, and the furnishings soft and luxurious. We moved a few coffee tables, and miscellaneous fixtures to the side, leaving a wide open area in the middle surrounded by couches and plush chairs.

“Okay,” she said. “This is my choice for round one.” We stepped into the middle of the room, and then turned to face each other. “Let’s have at it!” was all Dorothy said as we literally leaped at each other, anticipation overwhelming any semblance of wrestling technique either of us possessed.

We quickly landed on the floor, rolling around like a couple of banshees, but giggling wildly as we tussled playfully, going for maximum body-to-body contact, landing in as many unusual positions as possible, pretzeled together very imaginatively. Our small outfits did little to restrict skin-to-skin contact, especially as our legs intertwined repeatedly.

I became moist immediately, and I knew Dorothy was hot, too, as our female scents commingled in the surrounding atmosphere. Dorothy grabbed at my breasts through the thin material of the French Maid outfit, literally lifting me by the breasts and throwing me onto the couch, sprawled out on my back. Dorothy mounted me abruptly, holding my shoulders down on the couch. I was pinned, and not feeling much like resisting. The desire to lose some clothing was outweighing my desire to win, a common occurrence in this sort of match.

Dorothy sat above me, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I’ve got you now!” she exclaimed. “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three.”

I made a few futile gestures as she counted me out, but I really had no desire to get free. I just wanted both of us naked, and as soon as possible. Dorothy reached around my back and neck and unhooked my top, pulling it off and flinging it away. My breasts flopped out of their confinement, and Dorothy caressed them softly with her hands as she continued to sit on me. My nipples were already rock hard as she teased them repeatedly with her fingertips. Then she lay down fully on top of me and began to tease each nipple with the tip of her tongue, suckling from time to time. I was totally hot, part of me realizing that she was making short work of my resolve. My willpower was receding rapidly as Dorothy fondled my breasts relentlessly.

But then her thigh began to grind against my crotch, and I knew I’d have to get loose very soon. I rolled her off me and we landed on the plush carpeting together, falling apart. I got up quickly, and then pulled her to her feet. “You’re quite a competitor,” I told her. “You really had me going!”

“Yeah, I know,” she grinned as we continued to hold hands. “After a while, I wasn’t sure we’d make it to the second round.”

“Well, be warned,” I told her as I led her to our next encounter, “I intend to test your abilities to their fullest.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she purred in return.

I was in the mood for something different, as I led Dorothy into the Billiard room. Other than a finely detailed heavy wood pool table, there were few fixtures in the room - just a wet bar and some barstools. The floor was again lushly carpeted. We moved the barstools to the side and cleared the table of balls and cue sticks.

“OK, let’s go!” I told her as I attacked quickly from a standing position alongside the pool table. Dorothy quickly went for my breasts, hoping to weaken my resolve further. I returned the favor and grabbed at her breasts through the thin fabric of her French Maid costume. Our embrace wasn’t exactly wrestling, but the intent was regulating our actions. She forced my back against the wall and began groping my breasts ever more vigorously. I returned the favor by grinding my thigh against her crotch rhythmically. Dorothy moaned loudly, and I took the opportunity to push her backwards, landing the both of us onto the pool table surface. That was my goal from the beginning, and I’m sure that Dorothy knew it as well. The surface was harder than I expected, but it was still fun as we rolled around, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Dorothy’s hands rarely left my breasts as we tussled on the tabletop, making it much easier to get her down and straddle her. I went directly to a schoolgirl pin and forced my thighs against the sides of her head. Dorothy was seemingly helpless below me - my ass was sitting atop her mammoth boobs and her shoulders were held fast by my shins. Her arms were free, but of little use.

I began the count, and Dorothy offered little resistance, instead staring directly at my crotch area and licking her lips deliciously with her tongue. I almost gagged midway through the count as I fully realized her intent, but I continued nonetheless, “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three.”

Then I shoved my crotch closer to her lips for a moment, and then slid away teasingly, leaving her wanting. Then I lay on Dorothy fully, and removed her top, as well, tossing it behind the bar. Now we were breast-to-breast lying on the pool table surface. For the moment, she was content to let me have my way with her. I groped her breasts with enthusiasm, suckling and teasingly torturing her nipples. Then I switched tactics and kissed her fully on the lips, “frenching” wildly. Our tongues seemed to be doing their own wrestling duel as we kissed, trying to weaken the other’s resolve. I ground my thigh against her crotch and she moaned loudly, struggling to get free. Her efforts finally paid off as I was forced off her to the side.

I stepped down to the floor and was soon joined there by Dorothy. “C’mere for a minute,” she said, pulling me close. We stood there for a minute, groping, frenching and grinding together passionately. Finally, it was time to continue as she led me by the hand into the adjoining hallway.

“Where to now?” I asked her.

“You’ll see soon enough,” she replied opening a nearby door. “We’ll have the next round in the Den.”

We stepped inside. It was kind of a stuffy room, with bookshelves fully lining the walls, except for a fireplace in the middle of one wall. Dorothy picked up a remote, pressed a single button, and the fireplace came to life. She adjusted the setting a moment, and soon the fire was reduced to a small, lightly glowing flame. Dorothy pressed the remote once again. The room lights dimmed slowly, and then turned off completely.

We shoved a few things to the side, and then turned to face each other, our breasts shimmering in the subdued lighting from the fireplace. Dorothy motioned for us to take a kneeling position on the floor, saying, “Why don’t we put our arms behind our backs and try some soft breast fighting first.”

I quickly obliged her, then we moved towards each other slowly, our breasts meeting first. Instead of fighting, we began to tease one another softly, breast-to-breast. My rock-hard nipples played against her rock-hard counterparts. Besides our breasts, we made no other contact, hands clasped together behind our backs, which further accentuated our ample assets. Our breasts swayed softly, teasingly together, in a new sort of contest, the likes of which I’d never before experienced. Dorothy was one hot woman who knew the art of seduction like few others.

We must have gone at it that way for at least five minutes, getting hotter as we went, our pungent female scents commingling in the flickering firelight. Finally, Dorothy said, “I think you’re weak enough now. Let’s fight!”

“Hah!” I told her. “Those moans I made were just for your benefit. You’re the weak one here!”

“We’ll see… we’ll see,” she replied as we began to struggle in earnest, hands locked to the other in a clasp. Our breasts now ground hard against each other as we continued the breast duel. But I was determined to beat her here and get her totally naked. I pressed forward with all my energy, knocking Dorothy onto her back. I was on her instantly, but Dorothy was of no mind to give up. We rolled back and forth across the soft carpeting in front of the fireplace, hands still clasped together, guaranteeing our breasts would jostle together as we went. She had a lot of energy and determination, no doubt wanting me to be the naked one. Finally, I managed to hold her in one place and grapevine her legs in mine. Our hands were still locked together, and Dorothy’ fate was set. Dorothy quit struggling, instead doing her best to grind her breasts and crotch against mine, looking me in the eye and licking her lips suggestively. The seduction nearly worked as I was badly distracted, but I managed to count her out regardless, “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three.”

I sat up upon Dorothy, spun around and straddled her at the waist. I tugged at her French Maid panties. Dorothy helped by arching her butt off the floor for a moment so I could at least get the panties to her knees. Then she raised her knees and legs so that I could slip them off fully. As I leaned over towards her feet to remove them fully, I felt a finger begin to stoke at my clit area softly from behind through the thin fabric of my panties. And here I thought she would be helpless!! But I was on the receiving end of a very sensual attack. I slowed a little as I struggled to fully remove her panties. But it was verrrry hard to concentrate!

Finally, her underpants were off, and I reluctantly broke her hold over me, swiveling on top of her to face her once again. I sat on her breasts in a schoolgirl pin, and then leaned back with one arm to stroke her naked pussy. Dorothy squealed delightedly, as I massaged her rock-hard clit softly, taking my vengeance for her audacity a moment earlier.

I probably could have finished her there, but that wasn’t my intent. Weakening her would be enough for now. I teased her repeatedly, and then let her up.

I stood up, and then pulled her to her feet for a full frontal assault. We embraced, groped and kissed for a few moments. Then I took her by the hand and led her from the room. I knew right where we were going as we headed for the west wing of the mansion. Soon, we entered the exercise area, complete with exercise machines, mats, swimming pool, sauna, etc.

I pointed to the exercise mats, saying, “We’ll start fighting on the mats, but anywhere in the area is fair game.”

We faced off in a standing position. Dorothy’s fantastic, naked body was well displayed in the well-lit room. She seemed not to notice, intent only on beating me this round and making me naked, too. But… I noticed her nakedness and was enthralled by it.

Dorothy moved in quickly, slipping behind me for a reverse bear hug. She worked over my breasts, squeezing ever harder, taking my breath away. This was the first real wrestling of the evening, and I could tell she was determined to win! Then, the hold suddenly morphed into a standing full nelson. I struggled to get free, maneuvering us around the mat. But Dorothy was determined to prevail, and I couldn’t free myself. I continued to work my way around, but Dorothy was the one in control of the situation.

Then I noticed that the swimming pool was only a few yards away. I bulldogged my way forward, and Dorothy had to follow in order keep the full nelson on me. She realized my intent too late as we plunged into the pool. I was free finally, and surfaced in about 4 feet of water. I saw Dorothy preparing to surface nearby and leaped on her as she did. I was on her back with my legs wrapped around her waist and arms around her torso groping her breasts from behind, riding her piggyback-style. Dorothy thrashed around trying to get free, and we both squealed delightedly like a couple of schoolgirls. Finally, Dorothy realized what she must do, and heading for deeper water, diving forward, forcing me off of her as I fell forward as well. As I struggled to right myself, I saw Dorothy swimming like a fish for the ladder. She was up the ladder and out of the pool before I could lay a hand on her. She waited a moment for me to reach the ladder, and then hotfooted it towards the sauna, her naked ass swaying seductively as she went.

I followed quickly, opening the door to the hot, steamy sauna. Dorothy must have splashed water onto the coals moments before. Distracted by the steamy vapors, I didn’t see her immediately. Dorothy was behind me! As I spun to meet her, she grabbed me breast-to-breast in a bear hug, forcing the air from my lungs and catching me short of breath. Soon she had me on my back lying on a wooden bench nearby. I was weakened and Dorothy was straddling me in a schoolgirl pin and face-sit. I was pinned, but I could still do some damage as she counted me out. My tongue snaked towards her hot throbbing clit, darting and licking, inflicting the most sensual punishment I could render. Dorothy struggled momentarily as she counted me out, too determined to be deterred for long. Soon I heard her moaning as she counted, “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three.”

Dorothy still sat upon me, hesitation clearly evident, unsure whether to get off as I continued to pleasure her. Finally, she came out her trance and quickly got to her feet. I rose as well, and Dorothy kneeled to pull my panties down. As she stood once again, her hand found its way to my naked clit. Soon, we were standing stark naked in the hot steamy atmosphere, stroking each other’s rock-hard clits, kissing and groping passionately.

But it was too hot to continue that way for long. Dorothy led me away and we strode hand-in-hand to wherever she had planned our climactic finale. Soon, we entered the solarium. Dorothy had carefully avoided this room on the tour earlier, probably not wishing to reveal things prematurely. It was like a four-season porch, made entirely of glass on all sides, including the ceiling, rendering a clear view of the night sky. There was no need for artificial lighting as a brightly glowing full moon greeted us, with stars sparkling all around. We were far enough out in the country that the night sky was unspoiled by city lights. Beautiful plants were everywhere, except in the center area of the room, where a king-sized bed awaited us. The satin sheets softly reflected the light of the moon.

“This is my favorite place in the mansion. I come here often at night to watch the moon and stars as I drift off to sleep. Often I imagine a secret lover will appear and that we will make wild, passionate love.”

“It’s obvious why we’re here then,” I said sheepishly.

“Yes,” was her simply stated reply. She hesitated a moment before continuing. “I had James help me set up the bed in here some time ago, and I usually sleep here while Howard is away, which is quite often. James knows what’s going on here tonight… but he’s discreet and can keep a secret.”

“I understand, and assumed as much. But are there any neighbors nearby?” I asked.

“No problem,” she replied. “The grounds are quite extensive, the property is properly fenced, plus there is the security system. So, we can have complete privacy as we fight to the finish beneath the moon and stars.”

“Yeah, the setting is perfect,” I sighed, very ready to begin the mutual sexual clash.

Dorothy moved around to the other side of the bed. We stared at each other’s nakedness for a moment before climbing up onto the bed on our knees.

“I’m ready to drive you wild and defeat you!!” Dorothy purred decisively.

“No way, I’ll get you first,” I shot back. “You’ll be so hot you’ll be begging for orgasm.”

“There’s one way to find out!” she continued to purr as we met in the center of the bed for the decisive, climactic battle between two equally hot, horny women.

The moonlight played off our naked bodies, glistening enticingly, as we prepared to embrace each other. There were only a few inches of separation now as we hesitated momentarily, steeling our determination, before lurching at each other lustily. We pawed at one another’s bodies, still kneeling face-to-face on the bed, groping with wild abandon. Soon though, that action tempered and we began to systematically seduce one another. Our lips finally met and we began to french kiss eagerly, our tongues tangling together in a battle of erotic domination. We clasped hands together, then parted a few inches and began to softly rub our breasts against each other, continuing to french kiss passionately. Dorothy began to moan softly, and I then realized I was doing the same. After a time, we again pressed our breasts hard to the other, thus allowing closer contact at the pubic area as well. We began to grind our crotches together rhythmically, moaning louder as we went, for what seemed an eternity.

But I still wanted badly to dominate her, so I threw us down onto the bed, hands still clasped together, ensuring superb front-to-front body contact as we vied for position. Our legs automatically entwined as we rolled back and forth on top of the bed. The satin sheets were slippery soft, allowing complete freedom of movement as one, and then the other, moved to the dominant position, all the while with our hands clasped together and frenching whenever our mouths were in close proximity.

At the moment, Dorothy was on top, holding my hands down, using her breasts to lightly brush against my own breasts, stimulating the nipples to erect hardness. I was totally aroused and my will power was fading fast, as Dorothy relentlessly pursued my complete sexual gratification, grinding her pubic mound against my own.

I knew I would lose soon if I didn’t do something, but I wanted so much to have her take me right now. A few more moments passed as I gathered my resources, Dorothy relentlessly pouring on the sexual energy all the while. Finally, I rolled her off me and we lay on our sides facing each other. My hands broke free of hers, and I reached for her pussy, locating her moist, rock hard clit immediately. I wrapped my other arm around Dorothy’s back and embraced her so she wouldn’t be able to break free.

But that wasn’t her intention at all. Dorothy smiled at me, saying, “So, this is how its gonna be. Just be careful what you ask for…” Then I felt her hand upon my pussy and her fingers upon my clit, stoking rapidly, but softly, too. She had a ‘knowing touch’ that only females could apply to one another.

Dorothy’s other arm soon encircled me as well, and we were in a sexual clinch. There would be no release until one surrendered her ‘all’ to the other. We began again to french kiss eagerly as we stoked each other’s clits with superb precision and eroticism. Our moaning became quite loud… a complete sexual frenzy!! I couldn’t last much longer, but still held out hope of victory.

With a burst of energy, I rolled her onto her back and continued to pleasure her clit vigorously. Unfortunately, she was still doing me, too, but not as efficiently. In a few moments, I heard her moans turn into screams, as she spasmed wildly in orgasm. A moment later, I was screaming like a banshee myself, our bodies thrashing passionately against each other as our orgasms played out for some time.

Afterwards, we released each other from the mutual ‘clit-lock’ and soon found our legs naturally entwining once again as we embraced, lying on our sides on top of the satin sheets. We continued to grind our pussies together slowly for some time, kissing & groping softly now, as lovers instead of fighters. Our passion, and our energy, was slowly subsiding. We finally untangled from each other, and then curled up as one under a plush, snuggly comforter Dorothy liberated from beneath the bed.

I was totally spent, and couldn’t have gotten out of bed, even had I wanted. Dorothy cuddled up closely and whispered in my ear, “That was fantastic, but I guess you won.”

“Yeah, maybe I did win, but it sounded to me like you won, too. That was the most amazing sexfight I’ve ever experienced. You are an incredibly erotic, attractive woman, you know,” I purred softly.

“Thanks… you’re one hot woman yourself. But still, I came first and you defeated me,” she contemplated slowly. “And… I mean to have my revenge on you tomorrow morning.”

“You’re welcome to try,” I replied softly, anticipation already gripping me.

We snuggled close together, still nude, our breathing becoming slow & rhythmic as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, my last thoughts being that tonight’s video would be fantastic… something to cherish forever.

The End

[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]