by A. Penman
NOTE: I know that journal entries are supposed to be
snippets of one’s day, but bits of information won’t cover
this. I’ll call this a first person account. It is accurate,
to the best of my memory.
JOURNAL ENTRY FOR MAY 7, 2012
I can’t believe it! It happened last Friday. I’m still
somewhat bewildered by the entire thing. Today was the first
chance I’ve had to sit down and thoughtfully recall the
entire incident. Here’s what happened:
I got into a girl fight! I fought this bitch from work, in a
bar! But what happened later...well, I’ll get to that.
I don’t know what came over me. Maybe, for the first time
ever, I experienced pure anger and the desire to fight
another woman. But when she got in my face, there was no
doubt that we were going to the mat. I wanted her, she
wanted me. Simple as that.
This was odd, indeed. For the most part I’m a quiet,
reserved woman. That type of emotion isn’t supposed to
happen to me. For goodness sake, I’m an office manager for a
local, prominent group of neurosurgeons. I’m supposed to act
classy. I’m not a barroom brawler. I’m not inclined toward
physical confrontations, or confrontations of any kind for
that matter. But the other day, it happened.
We were at a local establishment; a place we frequented
after work. I was with a bunch of the other girls from the
neurosurgery office; RNs, PAs, nurse practitioners, billing
clerks and receptionists. Even Dr. Samantha Tillson, (or
“Sammie T” as we came to affectionately call her) decided to
join us for the first time after numerous invitations. I
have to digress here and tell you a little about Sammie. She
was the only female neurosurgeon in the group. And by far,
she was the hottest female physician of about eight in the
various practices. She sported long jet black hair and had
smooth olive skin, with equally dark, seductive eyes. She
had a gorgeous face, full lips and a body to die for. She
had long, shapely legs, a sexy ass, and big, firm breasts.
But as a doctor, she dressed in such a way as to not draw
attention to her bountiful assets. Both beautiful and smart,
Sammie was the complete package. She had, no doubt, been
propositioned by every horny male in the office building;
probably some women, too. I would have to confess, at this
point, that I had kind of a school girl crush on her. But
Sammie kept her private life private. Admirable lady.
Anyway, it was our “two martini” end of the week get
together, just to celebrate Friday. It had become a
tradition. And not just with the neurosurgery group. Other
office personnel started to show up. The more, the merrier.
Due to our regular visits, the staff knew most of us by
This particular Friday, I noticed this sexy (understatement)
woman eyeing me in a way that seemed less than friendly. I’d
seen this woman before. I was pretty sure that she worked
for the ear, nose and throat group one floor up in the same
building. Great looking lady! Gorgeous blonde with a
fantastic set of tits, much like mine. We’d exchanged
glances and smiles in the lobby and coming onto or getting
off elevators, albeit somewhat uncomfortably. I’d wondered,
once or twice, why there would be this palpable tension
between myself and a woman I barely knew. But I just
shrugged it off as female cattiness.
Then, there we were. Face to face that afternoon in this
upscale cocktail lounge, emboldened by alcohol, arguing
about who knows what for certain. She and I, in each other’s
face, screaming at each other. I seem to remember her saying
something about how I think I’m so hot, what a stuck up
bitch I was and how I seemed to think my excrement wasn’t
Next thing I knew, we were slapping each other, and then
finally tumbling to the floor to lock up in a heated body
Patrons were whooping and hollering, (all the men, of
course) at the sight of two such hot women physically
entangled as we were, rolling back and forth in something
loosely resembling a fight. And no matter what I might have
thought of my all of a sudden blonde haired enemy, there was
no denying the fact that her body felt incredible, and that
neither one of us was at all reticent about matching our
massive breasts against each other, fighting tit to tit and
body to body.
I could tell that, like myself, she really had no serious
fighting experience. In truth, it seemed as though we both
needed this, just to blow off some of the tension that had
been building between us.
So there we were, body-locked in a heated bitch fight. There
was the obligatory hair pulling and vituperations. Our
already way too short skirts were seriously hiked up, in a
tangle of legs, damn near to crotch levels. There was no
doubt that our panties were exposed for everyone to see. I
remember thinking that I was glad I decided to wear a new
pair, even as skimpy as they were. I even wondered if my
pussy lips were exposed. But with this blonde bitch yanking
my hair, I didn’t have time to make any adjustments. And so,
we wrestled around, slapping and cursing and pulling hair,
for a few more long, heated moments, all in intense, full
body contact. I must say, it felt exactly like the way we
were supposed to fight; like the way we both truly wanted to
fight. I was hot! I sensed that she was too.
The guys would not have minded watching us go at it for a
bit longer, but at the request of the other women, we were
broken up. It took some doing, by at least four fairly big
bartenders and waiters, but we were eventually untangled and
moved away from each other.
They held us back for a while, until we both calmed down.
When it was deemed safe, they let us both go. Our fulsome
chests were still heaving, and I’m guessing that her loins
were as moist and tingly as mine were. But apparently
neither of us was of a mind to lunge at each other again.
So, we glared and huffed and then turned away from each
Both of us knew that this was not the last time we would
tangle. There was an unspoken acknowledgement in our eyes
that we needed to finish this, preferably in private. That’s
why, when she went out of her way to meet me in the ladies
room about twenty minutes later, I wholeheartedly agreed to
meet her for a private, woman to woman set-to.
Later, after considerable teasing from the girls about being
a bar room brawler, I left the group and the bar. I just
told them I was tired and wanted to go home, which was only
partly true. I actually went home to shower and change
clothes. A couple of hours later, I was at her house.
Her name was Sydney. She lived in a nice house in a really
nice suburban neighborhood. She was employed by the E.N.T.
group, as I suspected. She had been with them for about two
years. Just like me, she was the office manager. Strange
that I’d only seen her around the building a few times and,
even then, only in passing. But, just like me, she wasn’t
especially chatty and certainly not prone to converse
casually with people she didn’t know.
As I found out later, she never married, had a few failed
relationships and was currently unsuccessfully trying to
navigate her way through the world of romantic
entanglements. Her story could have been mine. We were quite
similar in that regard and a lot of other ways.
She smiled warmly as she let me inside of her home.
Something that smelled delicious hit my nostrils
“You can just hang your jacket on the coat rack. Listen
Missy...sorry, may I call you that?”
“Sure, I guess. May I call you Syd?”
“Of course.” Her accent, which I believe may have been
British, now came through. She knew how to use it in a very
“Missy, I’m famished. I took the liberty of preparing dinner
for us. Perhaps we could wine and dine before we get down to
this evening’s business.”
“That would be lovely, Syd. I’m hungry too.”
“Love your accent, by the way. British, I presume.” I
“Your presumption is accurate.” She flashed a genuine smile,
and then gestured for me to take a seat at the dinner table.
Some sort of white fish, with veggies, was served. The
accompanying wine was Sancerre, which happened to be one of
my favorite white wines. The meal was delicious! What a
wonderful prelude to a woman to woman confrontation, I
thought. We got along so well and chatted so comfortably
over dinner, I found myself wondering why we needed to
fight. Then it occurred to me that this was something
“This is delightful, Sydney. And I must say, quite
“I figured that we’d both been drinking and had not had
anything to eat.”
“It’s perfect. I feel satiated and energized.” There was a
sly expression on her lovely face as she reached across the
table and took my hand into hers.
“Good. You’re gonna need a lot of energy soon.” she said,
only half kidding.
My nipples were tingling! My crotch was moist! I knew that I
came here to physically confront this woman, but could not
deny the arousal I felt. I wondered what she was feeling. I
also wondered what she was doing as she slid the first two
fingers of her right hand into the first two of my left
hand. She pushed her fingers forward until the soft flesh at
the base of our fingers met, and then started to softly rub.
“What’s this all about?” I asked, puzzled.
“It’s a womanly challenge, Missy. If you accept the
challenge, tighten your fingers, press and rub back.”
I did as she suggested.
“I’m here to accept any and all challenges, Sydney. But I’m
not sure what this is all about.” I stated, as we locked
fingers and mutually, rhythmically rubbed. I found the act
“Very good, Melissa.” She almost cooed. I had the uneasy
feeling that I was being lured into the proverbial spider’s
web. ”This will all become clear, my dear. Soon.”
A few tense moments passed, as we locked our eyes and
assessed each other’s intent. She licked her lips, slowly
and seductively. Very hot! Then we stood up, hands still
clasped as Sydney led me into the living room. In the center
of the floor there was what appeared to be a soft mat.
“I assume that this is the arena?” I said, gesturing to it.
“Correct.” She said, releasing her grip on my hand. The room
was seductively lit.
She then kicked off her shoes, walked to the far side of the
mat and proceeded to remove every stitch of clothing on her
exquisite body. My heart was racing as her large, lovely
breasts bounced joyously free and her voluptuous body stood
there in a naked challenge. It was a provocative invitation
for me to come and match my body against it, if I dared.
“No need for us to rip our clothes into shreds.” She
reasoned. “Besides, I REALLY want to fight naked with you!”
Her hot desire to fight nude only made me hotter. I supposed
that was the intent. There was no way that I could back
down. In my mind and heart I understood that I came here for
I moved to my edge of the mat, removed my shoes and slowly,
teasingly removed my clothing. I removed my bra last, so
that I could see her reaction as my fulsome tits were
released from their restraints. Her chest began to
noticeably heave in response.
Dinner was a nice perk, but apparently I’d come here in
order to fight naked with a woman with whom I’d had an
uneasy acquaintance with for several months. It was almost
as if this was supposed to happen between us. One hot, busty
blonde against one hot (so I’m told) busty brunette.
“Good...We understand each other.” She said, as though some
clarity had set in.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked as we moved to face
each other in the center of the mat and noticed our mutually
heaving chests. Her tits stood proudly on her chest, and
lined up in perfect opposition with mine.
“You know exactly what that means. Otherwise you wouldn’t be
standing here naked with me.” She was right, of course. I
could feel her lascivious eyes assessing every inch of my
body. It gave me a prurient thrill.
“Nice pussy!” she said, as she scrutinized my clean shaven,
“Likewise.” I said, as I checked out the fulsome, hairless
lips of her womanhood. I could feel myself getting a womanly
erection. Judging from the protuberance between her lush
labia, she was too.
“Don’t you think it’s sexy that we both shave our pussies?”
“Well, it is the fashion these days.” I reminded her.
As best I could, I tried to play down the excitement I felt
over the fact that we both possessed such wondrous, hairless
cunts. But, try as I might, I could not get the thought out
of my head that, in the heat of the imminent battle, there
was a possibility that these two hot cunts might meet by
chance in a well choreographed encounter.
The sexy finger lock now made sense to me. I was to learn
later that this sexy gesture was the universal signal that
two women were accepting each other’s challenge to a labia
locked confrontation and that I had, unwittingly, agreed to
such. It was Sydney’s official statement that tonight she
intended to challenge me to lock up with her in this most
intimate womanly test. But first...
The delicious “splat” of our body collision had to be the
sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life. What a luscious,
perverse sound it was. The eagerness with which I locked my
tits with hers surprised me. The full measure of her body
against mine gave me deep satisfaction. And this was only
In seconds, we were down on the mat, locked in full body
contact as we had been earlier in the bar. Only this time,
no clothes came between our heated, hungry anatomy.
The meeting that I could not stop thinking about for the
last three hours, since I recused myself from the company of
my friends, was now happening, without any hesitation or
inhibitions on either of our part.
My large, gorgeous breasts were now fully locked in battle
with Sydney’s equally large beauties. Her tits were a great
match for mine, and my tits a perfect match for hers. Who’s
breasts would win this erotic duel? Did it even matter? We
rolled and rolled back and forth, locking our eager bodies
to each other as intimately as we could. I had never
experienced anything like this before. I wondered if my sexy
British bitch from the Ear, Nose and Throat group had. I
made a mental note to ask, when the moment seemed
appropriate. Our bodies were hungry for a full-on, womanly
confrontation. I believe that, three hours or so ago in the
bar fight, we both understood this. Now, the intensity of
reality was setting in. I was intertwined in naked erotic
combat with another woman. Our flesh seared together.
“I’ve wanted to fight you body to body since the day we
first made eye contact on the elevator at work.” Sydney
“Is that why you picked a fight with me in the bar?” I
“I had to step things up a bit. You were slow to respond to
my glares and my body language. It was clear to me that you
needed provocation.” She explained.
“It worked, Syd.”
Somewhere in the fury of this sensual contest, Sydney sealed
my mouth off with hers. I wasn’t expecting this, but it was,
by far, the hottest kiss I’d ever been involved in. I rolled
her onto her back and separated my mouth from hers.
“Kissing?!” I asked, naively.
In a split second I was on my back once again. God, those
body rolls were so hot! She smiled at me.
“In case you hadn’t figured it out yet, sweet Missy, we’re
in sex fight. Anything sexual is allowed. Hot tongue kissing
is part of the package deal that you signed up for when you
stripped off your clothes and locked up with me.”
“Sex fighting? You know I’ve read about this on the
“So, then this is your first barbeque?” she asked.
“Yes it is, sweet lips.” I then body rolled her and locked
my mouth with hers. This seemed to really make her hot. Not
that she wasn’t already.
For the better part of an hour we slammed, ground, pressed
and rubbed our now overheated bodies into each other, with
the end result of sexual heat such as I’d never known
before. Between the mass collision of our tit flesh, our
nipples waged a private war.
I’d watched, with more than just casual curiosity, a few
“tit-fight” videos on the internet. Most of them seemed
silly and demeaning to the women involved. But then, there
were those few that were done very well, and were incredibly
erotic breast on breast encounters that seemed highly
pleasurable to the women involved. I could not help becoming
a bit aroused by the sight of bare breasts locked in sensual
intimacy. And now, here I was, in my own tit to tit nipple
duel. It was amazing how great it felt!
Sydney then slammed her pubic bone into mine, and I
responded in kind. We bumped, alternately soft and then
vigorously. But when the lips of her cunt met mine, I became
engulfed in delirium. It was the first kiss that my pussy
had ever shared with another pussy. If this was a fight
anymore, I didn’t know it. I bucked in an orgasm so intense,
that it unleashed the liquid passion of her cunt into mine.
I was irrevocably locked in a mutual, grinding climax with
another woman, our pussies spewing cum at each other, while
our fused flesh slid sinuously together, lubricated by the
sweat of strenuous, and often furious body-locked combat. At
the moment of her release, I dug my fingers hard into her
ass. She screamed and then collapsed prostrate upon me. Both
of us went limp, totally spent...
Fifteen minutes of post orgasmic ecstasy passed. A kiss on
my neck then between out mouths brought us back to life.
Through the slobber of our mouths and tongues she asked,
“Did we cum together?”
“You couldn’t tell?”
“I was a little preoccupied.” she said, jokingly.
“Yeah, well so was I.” I stated emphatically. She smiled,
“Well, then, it was a draw.” She concluded.
“A draw? Meaning what?” I asked, with some uneasiness.
“Meaning the final battle MUST take place. The true test.
The fight to the finish. Woman-o y woman-o.” She dramatized.
“And that is, what?” I wanted to know. I was nervous about
what was coming next and she knew it.
“The true meaning of the finger lock challenge is about to
become clear, sweet Melissa.”
She smiled slyly as she separated herself from me. In
seconds our legs were scissored and my cunt was lined up
with hers. Her thick labia could not have been more that a
few inches from my newly aroused cunt. She nodded to me. The
finger lock challenge may have been accepted without full
knowledge on my part, but now, I was completely into it. I
was going to follow in the thighprints of great women down
through the ages who were known to be sexual cunt fighters,
such as Rhonda the Righteous, Harriet the Hairless and
Deloris the Clitoris. I was about to become a member of a
proud pussy grinding tradition.
“Womanly contests such as these are always settled with
labia locked cunts. It’s the unwritten law of female combat.
Two women dueling with the core of their womanhood. It has
to be settled this way. The meeting of our cunts will be a
seminal event for you, Melissa.”
“I’ve also read about this on the internet.”
“Really? This kind of thing is on the internet?” Sydney
“Are you kidding? It’s all over the internet.”
“One would think that the internet wouldn’t concern itself
with such matters.” Sydney said, sarcastically.
“Mind you, Sydney, this may be my first time, but not only
have I read about this, I’ve also watched a few
instructional videos on pussy to pussy encounters.” I said,
letting her know that my cunt was ready for hers.
“Well Missy, you’ve got a great cunt, and there’s a lot to
be said for online education. But, sweet pussy lips, there’s
no substitute for flesh on flesh experience. I hope you
learned something from those videos. Otherwise, my cunt is
going to devour your sweet, innocent cunt.”
“Don’t count on it, you British harlot. My American cunt can
stand up to yours.” I said, defensively, knowing that I was
just blowing smoke.
“I hate to disappoint you Melissa, but everyone knows that
English cunts are far superior to American cunts.” She said,
attempting to piss me off. It worked.
The nerve of this bitch! How dare she insult my cunt and my
Cunt-try! “That’s bullshit!!! Where’s your proof?” I
demanded an explanation.
“It’s true, Melissa. I read it on the internet.”
Now she was just mocking me. Smug English bitch!!!
“You cunt slut!!!” I screamed.
Then my anger surfaced and overtook common sense. I thrust
myself into a confrontation for which I was mostly
unprepared. I engaged her, cunt to cunt, without any prior
Sydney, being a much more worldly woman than I, was ready
for me. As I forced my engorged pussy lips deep into the
juicy folds of her exquisite labia, in order to teach this
bitch a sex to sex lesson, not to mention defend the honor
of American pussies everywhere, I could feel her cunt yield
to my aggressive advances. I looked deeply into her eyes,
and spoke defiantly.
“What a pussy! Is that all you got?” I chided.
But my whole body gave me away. The first full kiss of our
sweltering cunts nearly sucked me into a vortex of orgasm.
But I held myself in check. All she did was smile slyly.
Right then, I had a sinking feeling my cunt was being sucked
into a vulva trap!
Now, as my thick labia were being enveloped by the folds of
her sensational British pussy, I could feel my clitoris
becoming harder than it ever had before as it penetrated the
depths of her welcoming flesh. Slowly, her cunt began to
tighten. My cunt was being sucked into and locked in a
restraint of flesh. Her burgeoning clitoris located and
hooked up with my girl cock, and the two shafts battled with
each other immediately, like two cats in a territorial
dispute. I knew right then and there that I was locked in
the most intense physical encounter of my life, and that my
cunt and my clit were in a fight to the finish.
Sydney moaned at the fusion of our sumptuous womanly cunts.
“Oh, Melissa, your cunt is wonderful! I had a feeling that
this would be a fantastic connection. And I was right.”
Her attitude softened a bit, as did mine. She was genuinely
aroused and delighted to be in a pussy match with me. I was
also very pleased to be where I was. This was the most
amazing hookup of my life. My cunt had never experienced
anything as dirty and disgusting and delicious as this. I
verbalized my mutual admiration for her womanhood, and how
good it felt to feel our pussies going at it. But I knew
that I stood no chance of out fucking her. There was no way
I could match her skill. I would, no doubt, lose my first
trib match. But in my mind I was already planning a
challenge rematch. Once we really started grinding, our
mutual tones and attitudes changed from anger to mutual
“Seems I have a lot to learn, Syd.” I said, excusing my lack
“You’ll get the hang of it. I’ll teach you what you need to
“I look forward to a long lesson.”
“Then why don’t we stay locked up all night? Tomorrow is
Saturday. We’re both off.” She recommended.
“It just might take all night for me to get good at this.”
“No worries. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“So let’s fuck, you British cunt!!!”
“You’re gonna be sorry and sore, you American cunt! But you
will be satisfied, because I’m going to make your body
writhe in ecstasy. The licentious needs of your hot cunt
will be satiated.”
“We’ll just see about that.”
“Yes, we will.”
And so, as she promised, for the rest of the night she made
my body squirm and convulse in orgasmic pleasures such as
I’d never known. Our cunts were glued together until
morning. I woke up limp from exhaustion. She was gone. I
wondered just how she managed to separate two sticky wet,
cum soaked, suctioned together pussies without waking me up.
I must have been fucked to the point of utter exhaustion.
I smelled something coming from the kitchen. Not bothering
to dress, I entered the kitchen. There she was, busy and
naked. She turned to me and smiled.
My stomach ached with hunger. “Am I gonna need it?”
“Yes, Melissa, you will need it.” I looked at her,
“I presume that you’ll be wanting a rematch.”
She was so sexy in her arrogance. But she was right. This
bitch owed me a rematch...
JOURNAL ENTRY MAY 9, 2012
Earlier today I was shocked and surprised in the ladies room
at work. I had closed the office and sent everyone to lunch.
As was my custom, I stayed behind to get things ready for
the next wave of office visits. After this scut work, I went
into the ladies room to check my makeup and my hair when I
noticed someone behind me in the mirror. I turned, a little
startled. Then I smiled at the intruder.
“I’ve got to start locking the restroom door.” I joked.
Sammie T just smiled at me. “How can I help you, Doctor T?”
“Well, Melissa, I was wondering if we could chat. Girl to
girl, you know.”
“Excuse me? I don’t understand.” Sammie smiled that gorgeous
smile of hers, through those fulsome lips. She moved in
close. Closer than I was comfortable with.
“I locked the door, so that I could speak in privacy with
“About what?” I asked.
My ass was up against the sink. Our knees were touching, and
for a few exquisite seconds, we made breast contact. Through
our bras and blouses, I could feel the coming challenge of
our evenly matched tits. When she began to speak, and get to
the point, I knew exactly what she was after.
“That British bitch from E.N.T. is sexy as hell. But she’s
arrogant, too. I was impressed that you took her on.”
“Well, there’s been this tension building between us. Then,
with the booze, well, things just finally exploded.”
“I was very impressed with how well you handled yourself.”
“Are you kidding? It wasn’t much of a fight, really.” I
“I know. But it was HOT!!!” She then emphasized her feelings
about my fracas with Sydney by assertively pressing her body
into mine. I felt her hands take a firm hold of my ass. When
she ground her pelvis into mine, my knees weakened. I felt
the same tension that I felt when Sydney and I hooked up on
the barroom floor. “I’d love to fight you sometime, Melissa.
Just you and me, in a private setting.”
“Sammie! What are doing?”
“I think you fantasize about me too. I can tell when a woman
is attracted to me.”
My lack of denial was enough to confirm her suspicions. Some
barriers of propriety came crashing down. I would sex fight
her if she wanted to, and she knew it. Our bodies were
saying “Yes! Oh god, yes!!!” to each other.
“Tell me. Did you and Sydney reconnect later, in order to
finish what you started?” She asked. Our tits heaved against
each other in this behind closed doors interrogation. Her
tits were even fuller and softer than I had imagined. I
“Just between us. We did meet at her place later. And yes,
we did ‘finish things.’ This information doesn’t leave this
room, Sammie. Promise me?”
“Understood.” She agreed. Aroused by her body against mine,
I told her everything. It seemed the more I told her, the
more intense the connection between our bodies became, and
the more turned on Sammie became. I couldn’t have pushed her
away, even if I had wanted to. I looked her squarely in the
“Sammie. I had no idea that women fought each other like
Doctor Sammie T smiled and slowly separated herself from me.
My whole, naive world was about to be rocked by what she
told me next.
“Dear Melissa. Do you have any idea just how many beautiful
women engage in erotic, body to body, sexual confrontations?
Or how often these trysts occur?”
“Enlighten me.” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“Hot women are hooking up with each other all the time.
Women have been sex fighting since the beginning of time.”
“I seem to remember reading about it on the internet.”
We stopped to laugh, breaking the tension. She moved close
again, taking my hands into hers. “She kicked your ass,
“All night long, Sammie. I never had a chance.” I sighed.
Sammie reached across and gently caressed my face with her
hands. Then she pulled away from me. “Maybe you need to come
see the doctor.” Sammie suggested, as I knew she was going
“You may be right, Sammie.” I paused, dramatically and then
extended the first two fingers of my right hand in a V.
Sammie’s chest began to heave, almost uncontrollably, as she
reached out with the first two fingers of her left hand and
slid them tightly into mine until the inner flesh met. We
locked our fingers tightly and rubbed together.,,
To be continued