Two Women by Kamafight

As the train approached Malegav, Mumtaz stuck her neck out of the doorway to try and find her sister who was coming to meet her at the train station. It had been five years since Mumtaz had set foot in her village. Her heart was filled with anticipation though she did not know for what. Shehnaz, her sister was one year elder to Mumtaz. Mumtaz was thirty. The train slowly came to a halt and Mumtaz stepped out of her compartment placing her small gripsack on the platform.

The hot summer air was oppressive and the atmosphere was humid. Mumtaz wiped off the thin film of sweat that had formed on her forehead and pulled at her sleeveless kurta (a loose collarless shirt worn by people in the Indian subcontinent) so that it would not become wet because of her sweaty bosom. Now she wished she had worn a brassierre. She did a few stretches to relax her muscles that were stiff from sitting in the train. The train station was crowded and noisy even though it was still early in the morning. Mumtaz wished she could pull the kurta and churidar (Tight trousers worn by people in the Indian subcontinent) off her body and step into a nice hot bath. Not just because of the heat, but she could feel the lecherous male eyes undressing her and watching her every move. She was privy to the amorous gaping that women like her were subjected to. However as a tall woman with a mesomorphic thorax that constituted a powerful chest, large hips, muscular arms and long sinewy legs Mumtaz always dressed discretely. Like most wise Asian women in these harsh times, Mumtaz was always fully covered. Not that she approved of such sartorial discretions, but just so that the phallic aspirations of amorous men were directed towards more scantily clad women.

Now She looked around eagerly trying to locate her sister. She felt a touch of guilt regarding her relationship with her sister for they had not kept in touch after the death of their parents. It had been three years since they had last spoken, that too on the telephone. As children and even as teenagers, they had been very close. She remembered how their mother had enrolled them into wrestling classes when they were adolescents. They had been the only girls in their class but they had become so adept that no boy in their class dared to wrestle them for fear of being humiliated by the two sisters. Though wrestling had started off as nothing but an avocation, the sisters soon came to love the sport. So much so that it become their chosen profession. Mumtaz had chosen to become a professional wrestler which was the reason behind her moving to the city. Strangely, Shehnaz who had been as good a wrestler as Mumtaz had chosen to become a wrestling coach rather than become a wrestler herself. She ran a school for wrestlers in the village.

And then there was Anwar, their handsome neighborhood wrestling partner whom both the sisters adored and secretly coveted during their youth. On weekends Anwar would visit them at their house and the two sisters would take turns wrestling him. The wrestling as one might have imagined was not always innocent with both sisters subjecting Anwar to long pins so that Anwar's slim, hairless and muscular body would be entwined with their own. Anwar the testosterone charged young man that he was would happily oblige, surrendering his lean torso to the amorous groping which occurred behind the façade of wrestling by the sisters.

Of course this happened with the knowledge of their mother, a liberal minded woman who permitted the three youngsters to indulge in these harmless bouts of wrestling even though she was well aware of the essential erotic nature of these contests. The one thing that bothered the mother was whether their love for the same man would create a life long rift between her two daughters. She need not have worried about this at all. Though they were in love with the same man, not a shred of animosity existed between the sisters. They had a perfect understanding which allowed them to share Anwar between them without a shred of conflict. It was a love triangle where all three of them understood each other perfectly leaving no room whatsoever for selfishness or jealousy.

Curiously, it was in fact Anwar who had deflowered both Mumtaz and Shehnaz; on separate occasions of course. They had such an acquiescence between them that the two sisters hoped that Anwar would marry them both and the three of them could spend their lives together. But this was not to be as the flirtatious Anwar broke their hearts and married into another family to no less than four sisters.

Mumtaz smiled to herself at all these memories that came flooding to her as she stood waiting for Shehnaz. Maybe it was because of the heartbreak suffered through Anwar's infidelity that they had both remained unmarried, Mumtaz thought to herself. This was unheard of in the Wahabi cast to which their family owed allegiance. Spinsters who had crossed the age of thirty found it hard to find men to marry them. Not that her spinsterhood bothered Mumtaz much, and she did not believe this bothered Shehnaz either. The fact that Shehnaz had still not come to meet her coupled with these memories and thoughts made her crave for her sisters presence even more. Mumtaz wondered how they could have stayed apart for so long. They had so much in common right from their love for the sport of wrestling and Anwar to their self imposed spinsterhood.

She stood there fidgeting impatiently when she felt a light tap on her shoulders. She turned around to see a smiling Shehnaz with her arms wide open. Mumtaz let her suitcase fall on to the platform and the two women threw their arms around each other in a tight embrace. Like her Shehnaz was also dressed in sleeveless kurta and churidar. Their breasts crushed against each other as they happily called each others names out. They cupped their faces in their hands and planted kisses on each others cheeks and rubbed noses which was the traditional Wahabi form of greeting. Then they felt each others hairless arms and biceps both of them feeling the raw strength cultivated through years of training.

- You have become so big and strong, said Shehnaz fondling Mumtaz's biceps.

- That was what I was about to say to you too, said Mumtaz, running her fingers up and down Shehnaz's muscular arms.

This was not just two sisters paying empty complements to each other. Both women had put on weight since the time they had last met. They were fitter and heavier as most women in the sport of wrestling tend to be. Their hips had grown in size, their thighs were as big as tree trunks and they had both become full breasted mature women. They stood there admiring and complementing each other for a few more minutes before Shehnaz lead Mumtaz towards the car.

*****

Over the next two weeks the women bonded, catching up on old times and spending time together. During this period they both developed a mutual admiration for each others bodies. They exchanged notes on exercises and even started to work out together. Mumtaz realized that her sister had become an extremely attractive woman just like herself. There were many times when she caught herself ogling at her sister. And there were many times when she caught her sister ogling at her. Their work out attire which hardly left anything to the imagination accentuated the ambivalent feelings the women had for each other. If only they had not been sisters, it would have been only a matter of time before one of them propositioned the other. Neither of them were lesbians, but in the course of their careers they had both had relationships with other women. Such relationships were quite common in the galaxy of female wrestling. For the moment their mutual admiration was restricted to amorous glances during their work outs.

One day after an intense work out the women were lying in the sand on the beach. They lay side by side, arms behind their heads, talking to each other. Mumtaz could smell the aroma of patchouli (An East Indian shrubby mint) that emanated from her sister's slightly hairy armpits. On her part, Shehnaz was mildly amused by the odor of sweat emitted by Mumtaz's body. Mumtaz belonged to the old school of wrestlers who did not approve of masking the odor of ones bodily fluids. Shehnaz herself supported this school of thought but most of her students rubbed patchouli on their bodies during wrestling bouts or workouts, as it involved such close physical contact. So even she had conformed to this modern practice. But ancient Amazonian women used the aroma of their sweat to sexually turn on and weaken their opponents during wrestling bouts.

- I have a tournament next month, said Mumtaz.

- Which one is it?, Shehnaz asked.

- A very important one, the trials for the National Championship, Mumtaz replied.

- You should be practicing, said Shehnaz.

- I know, but I do not have a wrestling partner. I will start when I go back to the city in two weeks, Mumtaz said.

- But two weeks is a long time, you should start immediately, said Shehnaz.

- But who will I wrestle with?, asked Mumtaz.

Shehnaz was silent for a few moments, thinking to herself, and then she said -You can wrestle me.

Mumtaz felt a bit uncertain about this proposition. Though they had both grown up wrestling other boys, they had never wrestled each other. It was not that they had wrestled other women. Mumtaz had wrestled many women in the city. And Shehnaz had wrestled many of her students, most of them women. But somehow they had never wrestled each other. She felt strange to even think about the two of them wrestling.

- Are you serious?, she asked.

- Why not? Do you think I am not good enough to wrestle you? I have wrestled many women in the last few years, said Shehnaz.

- It is not that, we have never wrestled each other before. It could actually be quite interesting, said Mumtaz.

- Then it is a deal. Tomorrow morning, we head to my wrestling school and start training together, said Shehnaz excitedly.

- I am game, said Mumtaz sounding equally excited.

- I think you are a good match for me. Remember that I will not give you any consideration that you are my sister. This is going to be an intense wrestling match between two professionals, said Shehnaz in mock challenge.

- Oh I am not expecting any consideration my dear sister. In the ring there is no room for sisterly love. Everything goes, Mumtaz said.

- Then so be it. What kind of attire do you recommend?, asked Shehnaz.

- The usual. Sleeveless vests and rope thongs, replied Mumtaz.

- Very good. Anything else that we need to discuss?, asked Shehnaz.

- Yes. In the morning neither of us will take a bath. And you will wear no perfume whatsoever. We will wrestle like the amazons did, said Mumtaz.

Both women smiled. They both knew what that meant. Shehnaz wondered if this was a “signal”. A “signal” in the galaxy of female wrestling meant that the opponent desired to indulge you in bouts of wrestling that were characterized by distinct sexual overtones. Only time would tell if this was what Mumtaz had in mind.

- Agreed. Lets go home then and sleep early. I am sure we will need all the energy we can use tomorrow.

With that the sisters got up and walked back to the car, hand in hand. They both felt a bit strange and excited about their competition the next day.

*****

The women woke up early the next morning and reached Shehnaz's wrestling school which was by the sea where they quickly changed into wrestling attire. Both of them wore small but tight rope thongs which would give their legs a lot of flexibility. Their sleeveless vests left little to the imagination. They did ample justice to the muscular upper torsos of the women. Neither woman wore shoes, they both liked to wrestle bare feet. There wasn't much to separate the two women. They were well matched and equally experienced and they both knew that this would be an even contest.

- Ready?, Shehnaz asked her sister.

- Yes, Mumtaz replied.

They walked silently to the wrestling ring which was about 50 feet from the sea shore. The sound of waves hitting land gave the setting an idyllic ambience. Though the wrestling bout that was about to commence would be anything but.

The combatants stepped into the wrestling ring which was made of clay and mud. They stretched for a minute or two, warming up their muscles and then they stood up facing each other. They smiled as they hunched down and began circling around each other like a couple of jungle cats without the animosity. Both women raised their hands simultaneously as they came closer, as if anticipating an attack any moment. And then Shehnaz leapt at Mumtaz getting a firm hold of Mumtaz's arms with her own. Mumtaz matched the move and the two women struggled for a few seconds each one trying to get a hold of the others biceps before they both got a firm grip and went into a huddle; each women trying to exert her strength on the other. The women pushed and shoved as they tried to get a grip on the clay with their legs for leverage. But the slightly muddy surface coupled with the fact that they were pushing each other with their hands made it impossible for either women to get a firm hold on the ground. The two sisters pushed each other back and forth as they both danced around the wrestling ring without breaking their huddle. Shehnaz suddenly increased the intensity with which she pushed and caught Mumtaz slightly unawares. Mumtaz almost toppled over but managed to regain her balance at the last moment and instantly wrapped her hands around Shehnaz's hips. She found herself on top of Shehnaz as her large breasts pummeled onto her sisters back. Shehnaz had her face buried in Mumtaz's stomach even as she felt Mumtaz's strong hands around her own stomach.

Mumtaz now had a slight upper hand as she tightened her grip around her sisters hips. Shehnaz tried to topple Mumtaz by pulling at her legs but they were as strong as tree trunks which refused to be easily uprooted. Mumtaz tightened her grip around her sister's stomach and Shehnaz let out a small cry of pain. Mumtaz could feel her sister trying to pull at her legs but she nullified the move by moving around without relaxing her own grip around her sisters hips. As Mumtaz's strong upper torso weighed down on her, Shehnaz realized that she needed to do something else to get her sister off her back. Pulling at Mumtaz's legs was not working so Shehnaz pushed up with her back, trying to loosen Mumtaz's grip around her stomach. Mumtaz stopped moving about as she realized what her sister was trying to do. Mumtaz pushed back with her body, not letting Shehnaz get any leeway. Grunts escaped both women as they pushed. Shehnaz used Mumtaz's legs as a leverage to push up. For a moment Mumtaz hands loosened but only for a split second which allowed Shehnaz to wrap her hands around Mumtaz's thighs. She found her face buried in her sisters thongs but immediately pushed her head between her sisters legs and tried to lift her off the ground.

Mumtaz tightened her arms around Shehnaz's lower abs. Her face was now directly in front of her sisters buttocks. For a moment she was entranced by the size and shape of her sisters glutes. If this had been a private wrestling match with one of her girlfriends, Mumtaz would have given those enticing buttocks a nice hard squeeze. But this was her sister, so she refrained from making moves with sexual overtones.

As Shehnaz pushed harder trying to lift her sister off the ground, Mumtaz felt her own grip on Shehnaz loosening. Mumtaz knew she was in trouble. Shehnaz could feel her move was working. With one final heave she lifted Mumtaz off the ground and threw her on the ground over her head. Mumtaz fell with a thud and let out a small cry of pain.

But she was up on her feet immediately and was face to face with her sister. The women relaxed for a few moments. Shehnaz felt pain around her abs and around her neck which she had used as the fulcrum to lift Mumtaz up. On her part Mumtaz knew that her back was aching from the fall she had just taken. But neither woman would allow these minor niggles to stop their contest for long. After a few stretches they faced each other once again.

This time Mumtaz raised her hands in the air towards Shehnaz. Shehnaz raised her own hands and the two women bought their palms together and entwined fingers. They immediately started pushing and this time their enormous breasts jostled and flirted with each other as they fought. The combatants allowed this to go on for a few seconds both of them enjoying the feel of their breasts against one another. Shehnaz felt a bit strange that they were indulging in this “breast play”. It would have been normal with any other female wrestler. But Mumtaz was her sister. Nonetheless she enjoyed this meeting of breasts and made no move to break away from it.

And then Mumtaz in an attacking move disentangled her fingers from her sisters and threw her hands around her sister's neck. Shehnaz felt the side of her cheeks brush her sisters nipples and then her abs. She herself threw her hands around her sisters neck and the two women once again went into a huddle this time a sideways one. They both tightened their grips simultaneously as the sides of their breasts brushed against one another. Once again neither woman made an immediate attempt to break free from the meeting of breasts. They were aware of the slight sexual feelings that had crept into this contest. They would have freely welcomed this if their opponent was well known to them and liked such sexual combat. But since neither woman was aware of the others preferences they would both have to wait for more “signals” in the course of their contest. Also the fact that they were sisters meant that both women would be more discreet than they would usually tend to be.

They danced around with hands around each others necks like drunken lovers, breasts still touching. Then Mumtaz lost her balance and the two of them fell in a heap on the ground. Shehnaz wrapped her hands around her sisters neck and puller her face towards her bosom. This was an iron grip and Mumtaz's face was bunched up against her sisters breasts. Though the pain in her neck was unbearable, Mumtaz found the softness of her sister's breasts strangely enjoyable. Mumtaz's lower body was behind Shehnaz while their faces were closer. Mumtaz could do nothing except helplessly flay her hands around in the air. It was no use trying to loosen Shehnaz's grip around her neck with her hands. She knew she had to use her legs. So she slowly moved her lower body towards her sisters and wrapped a leg around Shehnaz's body. Shehnaz tightened her grip around her neck and now Mumtaz's face was completely buried in her sisters breasts even though Shehnaz's slightly sweaty vest prevented any skin contact. Mumtaz had one leg fully wrapped around Shehnaz's abs now. Now she tried to slowly shift Shehnaz towards her so that she could wrap her other leg around her body. She did this by giving a slight bite to Shehnaz's breasts. Shehnaz let out a small cry of surprise and relaxed her grip for a moment. Mumtaz used this to her advantage and within a second she had both her legs wrapped around Shehnaz.

- That's not fair, Shehnaz said slightly angry.

- Anything goes, said Mumtaz defensively.

- Anything?, asked Shehnaz.

- Yes, Mumtaz grunted as she wrapped her legs around Shehnaz's lower abs.

Shehnaz wondered if this was the signal that she had been waiting for. Her sister had just said “anything goes”. In the wrestling arena that could mean a lot of things.

The women were in a bit of a stalemate now. Shehnaz had her strong muscular hands around Mumtaz's neck while Mumtaz had her strong muscular legs wrapped around Shehnaz's thorax and neither woman was going to give an inch. This would be a test of endurance. Whichever woman could stand the pain for a longer period of time would have the upper hand.

They grunted and yelled as they struggled on the ground. Mumtaz was really feeling the heat now as Shehnaz increased the pressure on her neck. She knew she had to do something soon to break this iron grip. Somehing extraordinary to break free from this seemingly no win situation. In wrestling parlance this was known as taking the contest to the next level.

She slowly relaxed her grip around Shehnaz's abs and instead entwined her legs with Shehnaz's. Shehnaz was taken aback for an instant at the skin contact between their bare legs and thighs. She made no move to break free from their entwined legs. For a few moments both women flirted with their legs neither of them making a move to disentangle them. And then Mumtaz cunningly moved her feet towards Shehnaz's groin, using her bare feet to raise her sister's legs so that she could wrap her own legs between her sisters's, her shins digging into her crotch. Shehnaz knew what was coming. She should have known this would happen. But she was no novice to this game. So she tightened one hand around Mumtaz's neck once again. With her other hand she grabbed Mumtaz's breast.

Mumtaz let out a cry that was a half laugh. She had thrown the gauntlet and her sister had taken it. Mumtaz slowly slid her toes inside her sisters loose rope thong. The skin there was wet with sweat. She pushed down Shehnaz's thong using her feet and rubbed her legs against her sisters thighs. Shehnaz let out a cry of pleasure.

- So this is what you had in mind, she breathed into Mumtaz's face.

Mumtaz just smiled and rubbed her toes even deeper between her sisters legs. Shehnaz moaned. She relaxed her grip around her sisters neck and with her fingers rubbed Mumtaz's nipples through her vest. Now it was Mumtaz's turn to moan. She rubbed her sisters sex with her toes fereverently even as Shehnaz pleasured her breasts. The women let out simultaneous moans as they pleasured each others private parts. Their eyes met and they were unable to speak. Mumtaz continued “attacking” her sister's sex and the women brought the side of their faces together, cheeks resting against one another. This continued for a few more seconds before Shehnaz broke free from their erotic slumber. She disentangled herself from her sister and slapped her sister's feet away from her sex. She stood up and stretched in a very erotic way which made it obvious that she was aroused beyond measure. She pulled up her thongs which Mumtaz had pulled down with her legs. Then she turned around to face her sister. Mumtaz also got up, slightly dazed by what had happened between them. She felt a slight wetness in her vagina and her nipples were hard.

The wrestling bout had not gone as planned. The mutual body contact had aroused their sexual feelings. What had started off as a competitive bout of wrestling had slowly taken on an erotic angle. But both of them knew this was bound to happen. From the time they had set their eyes on each other at the railway station, both women had been attracted towards each other. Their workouts and all the time they spent together had awoken them to each others physicality. As women in the wrestling profession they had both had affairs with other female wrestlers in the past. They both enjoyed coupling with females. But when your wrestling partner is your own sister it is an entirely different matter.

- Is that how you want to play this?, asked Shehnaz turning around and facing her sister.

Mumtaz was silent for a few moments and then she replied - I wouldn't mind it, we are obviously attracted to each other. She said it in a very matter of fact way.

- But we are sisters, said Shehnaz with a touch of guilt.

- I know, said Mumtaz and they both looked away for a few moments.

This was an unfortunate situation. “Preposterous” as some writers might have put it. Here were two gorgeous and mature women who were attracted to each other. It was their wish to pleasure each other. Explore each others sinewy bodies. For the physically amorous sport of wrestling had set their cunts on fire. There was nobody to stop the mating of these two beautiful creatures. Nothing except the years and years of conditioning that all humans are subjected to. That unspoken law which states that one should never hold amorous feelings for ones own kin. But it is in situations like these that conditioning takes a back seat and feelings are brought to the forefront.

- But there is nothing wrong in it I guess. It doesn't mean anything. We are just two women who like each others bodies. The fact that we are sisters is secondary, said Shehnaz.

- Aah! So you want me as much as I want you, said Mumtaz.

- Yes, said Shehnaz.

- When did you start getting attracted to me? asked Mumtaz.

- From the time we met at the station, I knew you were not the same. I lusted for you all the time we were working out together, Shehnaz confessed.

- I lusted for you too, Mumtaz said.

- Is that why we wrestled?' asked Shehnaz.

- The wrestling was an excuse, just a cover for the unbearable physical attraction we felt towards each other. It was nothing but a way to feel each other up, a coming together of two bodies apparently for combat but in truth for something more erotic. Both of us knew where a wrestling bout would lead to.

- You put that very well my dear sister, said Shehnaz now unbearably aroused at these confessions.

- So do you want me? asked Mumtaz?

- Of course I want you, said Shehnaz.

- I want you too, said Mumtaz.

- We lust for each others bodies, but let us continue with the wrestling said Shehnaz.

- You mean a sexfight?' asked Mumtaz

- Yes. Have you ever been in one? ,Shehnaz asked.

- Yes numerous times, replied Mumtaz.

- Ah! So we are both experienced, said Shehnaz.

- Why don't you take off your vest? Allow those mammaries some more air, said Mumtaz.

- Lets do it together, said Shehnaz.

With that the two women stripped off their sweat soaked vests revealing their twin set of enormous breasts that stared longingly at each other.

Their breasts were sweaty and they glistened in the sunlight. Rock hard nipples pointed at one another as if anticipating the erotic combat that was about to ensue. The women breathed heavily which made their breasts heave up and down. Slowly and suggestively they moved towards each other, stopping when they were only a feet apart from each other. Their breasts were tantalizingly close to each other. The nipples had grown in size and were almost touching. They had their hands on their hips, with their rope thongs covering their sex. Though it was only a matter of time before such sartorial indiscretions as thongs would be torn away from the combatant's groin. There was no place for clothing during erotic combat between two women.

- So are you sure you want to go ahead with this?, asked Mumtaz.

- I think we are both neck deep in this to turn back now. It is too late, my dear sister. Sex between us is inevitable, said Shehnaz.

- All right then, said Mumtaz and took a step towards her sister.

Naked flesh met naked flesh as their breasts came into contact. Neither woman was in a hurry. They just played with each others breasts slowly and in a very erotic way, nipples rubbing against one another and the mounds of their breasts jostling and playing. They would push them against one another trying for as much skin contact as possible, and then they would stop and continue rubbing nipples. This continued until neither woman could stand the wetness of each others crotch any longer.

Shehnaz wrapped her arms around Mumtaz's body and pulled her closer. Mumtaz did the same and the sister's were locked in a tight naked embrace with their breast plastered against each other. The women gasped as their bodies came closer, unable to bear the eroticism of their mutual body embrace. Their knees touched and they played with their feet as they longed for every inch of their bodies to be in contact with each other.

Their faces were close together now and they stared deeply into each others eyes for a few moments. They rubbed noses and then they brought out their tongues licking each others tongues first tentatively and then more fereverently. Tongues were hot with passion as they licked and licked. Saliva was exchanged back and forth as they enclosed their mouths upon each other. Lips were locked and hot breaths were blown into each others faces in the split seconds that their mouths lost contact with one another. The arms were for rubbing each others backs, as if they were telling each other to calm down. That they had all the time in the world.

The kissing continued, with their hot saliva drenched mouths taking on an almost animal passion. They went on and on like that sucking passionately on each others mouths and tongues. And then they stopped. As if they had both had enough of each other, at least for the moment.

- Should we not be wrestling?, asked Shehnaz.

- Yes, let us not forget that this is a sexfight, reminded Mumtaz.

With that they disentangled from each other. Neither of them wanted this to lead to sex straightaway. That would be boring. It was the erotic semi naked combat that they both craved for. Of course there would come the time when this would end in unconcealed and unveiled sex. Until then, they would wrestle, it was like their own foreplay.

The women stretched once again as if trying to shake off their amorous feelings so that they could concentrate on this topless wrestling bout.

Then they faced each other once again and this time as if by mutual understanding threw themselves at each other. Their bodies met and for the second time they had their arms around each others heads, once again in a sideways huddle and this time their naked breasts bumped into each other. Then Shehnaz tripped Mumtaz and they both came tumbling down. Shehnaz fell on top of Mumtaz, but before she could make a move Mumtaz had her legs around her hips in a tight leg lock. Then Mumtaz wrapped her arms around Shehnaz's neck so that Shehnaz's face was buried in between her breasts. Shehnaz on her part wrapped her hands around her sisters back while her legs flayed helplessly. The women struggled, as they lay side by side on the clay ground, bodies locked around each other. Shehnaz kept trying to break free from this dead lock but Mumtaz had her down perfectly. Grunts and moans escaped the women as they struggled with each others incredible strength.

Shehnaz's face was slicked with the sweat from Mumtaz's naked breasts. She snaked her tongue out and licked her sister's dark rock hard nipples, Mumtaz let out a cry of pleasure. The nipples tasted salty, but it seemed to have no effect on Mumtaz who had anticipated this move. After all, they were in erotic combat now. Shehnaz continued licking her sister's nipples and after a few licks she felt Mumtaz's grip around her neck loosen. Instead Mumtaz lowered her breasts on to her sister's face. Shehnaz let out a muffled groan. But her legs were still tightly wrapped around Shehnaz's abs, she had no intention of letting her sister escape that easily. Shehnaz embraced Mumtaz even more tightly. Mumtaz stretched her arms behind her to disentangle Shehnaz's arms from around her back. But Shehnaz held on and in the meantime continued to try to arouse her sister by licking at her nipples. Mumtaz moaned but still did not break her leg lock which was really starting to hurt Shehnaz now. Shehnaz bit harder on her sisters' nipples. Mumtaz let out a small cry of pain and pulled at Shehnaz's hair. Cries of passion and pain escaped the two women as they fought. Then Mumtaz relaxed her grip around Shehnaz's abs and lowered her breasts onto Shehnaz's breasts so that their sweaty breasts were plastered against each other. Their breasts jostled again. The touch of sweaty flesh against flesh made the women forget the violence of a few minutes ago. Their muscular legs locked as they lay down together side by side. Thighs and toes rubbed against each other. Sinewy arms were wrapped around each others rock hard bodies. The women embraced for a few seconds, exploring each other. Heads were buried in each others shoulders as they wrapped their scantily clad bodies together. They gazed dreamily at each others sweat drenched backs even as they ran their fingers up and down each others bodies.

And then Shehnaz slid her fingers into Mumtaz's thongs, getting a good hold of her tight fleshy buttocks. Mumtaz's buttocks were covered with a thin film of sweat. Mumtaz matched the move and the women enjoyed feeling each others slippery rock hard buttocks for a few moments. Shehnaz pulled at her sisters panties as if asking her to remove them.

- Lets take them off, breathed Shehnaz into Mumtaz's face.

- Do lets, said Mumtaz eager to take this contest to the next level.

With that the two women disentangled themselves from each other and got to their feet. They slid their wet thongs down their legs and threw them aside. Their combat from here on would not involve any sartorial discretions such as their thongs. Without waiting a second the sisters pounced on each other like two hungry jungle cats. This time they locked together in a tight bear hug. They swayed around as if intoxicated with passion trying to hold balance. And then they fell together in a heap. Naked bodies rolled around in the sand as both women tried to get the upper hand.

Finally Shehnaz managed to pin Mumtaz to the sand. A split second was used to regain her breath after which she rammed her crotch into her sisters. Both women gasped as wet and aroused clitorises met each other for a split second.

- This is it, said Mumtaz.

- Are you ready for it, asked Shehnaz.

- Oh yes I am. Don't forget that I am very experienced, said Mumtaz.

- We will see about that. We will find out in the next few minutes, said Shehnaz in mock challenge.

With that Shehnaz raised her fingers. They entwined fingers. Both women smiled knowingly as this was the usual practice before the final stage of a sexfight was about to begin. The combatants would entwine fingers so that they could get better leverage with their cunts.

Shehnaz once again brought her cunt close to her sisters. This time Mumtaz was ready. They rubbed together and as their engorged vaginas met, the women moaned with pleasure.

They entwined fingers even more tightly in anticipation of the sexual tension that was about to reach a crescendo. They lined up their cunts and started to pound them into each other. Muscular legs were stretched for fuller contact even as their wet cunt flaps met with increasing frequency. The idyllic setting was filled with the cries and moans of pleasure that escaped the combatants.

Shehnaz moved her face close to Mumtaz and they locked lips even as their cunts pounded against one another. Juices were exchanged both through their mouths and their cunts. Naked sweaty bodies glistened in the early morning sun as the sisters gave full vent to their amatory feelings.

Time moved on. And then there was a heat wave. Time stood still. The cries from the women grew in volume and intensity before they subsided and calmed. Sinewy bodies united. Sweat mingled. Incestuous love blossomed. Unlawful sexual confluence.

THE END