A friend of
mine is a professional photographer. He wrote and told me of
an incident in which he took his girlfriend on a photo shoot
with him, and his ex girlfriend showed up. The rapport
between them was a bit stiff and at some point they began to
verbally joust and compete for his attention. Other than
that, nothing happened. But he said that it gave him a bit
of a rush to see two women act this way. He asked me what I
thought about this. I wrote back and told him that this was
the stuff of which my fantasies were made. A few days later
I wrote and asked if he would mind if I took the scenario
and ran with it, giving it my own personal slant. He said it
was OK. This is the result. I hope that you all like it.
THE GOFERS - Part 1
by a. penman
I’d worked these kind of shoots many times before. A family
gathering or a reunion. They were typically a lot of fun and
an opportunity to meet some wonderful people who I would
inevitably wish had been in my family. Lots of attractive
young women too-some of whom I could talk into coming to my
studio for a model shoot. But that’s a trust that a
photographer is never supposed to break by revealing
The story that I’m about to relate, fortunately, has no such
confidentiality issues. It’s just one of those stories that
needs to be told.
Because of the
nature of these gatherings, with a family getting together
on a large scale after so many years, and probably not to
gather again for a number of years to come, after receiving
the initial fee for doing the job, the after shoot sales of
prints was usually quite brisk. Everyone wants a picture of
them with uncle Joe because he’s getting up there in years
and his health is failing and, well you get the idea.
Having been a semi-pro shooter for many years, I discovered
the neat (and economical) trick of taking my current
girlfriend along on each job. It was a great way of sharing
myself and my passion for photography with them-a great way
to make them feel included in my life. It worked like a
charm. Usually after a few lessons on which equipment was
which and how lighting worked, etcetera, it would become a
routine thing and I never had to pay anyone to do the same
job. It also had one other, non job related surprise
benefit. Making that special lady feel so special, and so
included in something that you cared about had the effect of
making her feel loved, which made it much easier to get that
special lady out of her clothes after the job was completed
and you were at home.
Anyway, my current lady, Brandi (with an i) was very much
into it. She enjoyed working with me on these photo shoots.
Yeah, I know. I never thought I’d ever date a woman named
Brandi (with an i) either. But there was much to be said for
her intellect, her willingness to learn about photography
and her spectacular, large tits. Indeed, if I’ve done
anything consistently well in my thirty one years (and I
haven’t) it would be my unparalleled ability to seek out,
seduce and couple up with beautiful, big breasted women.
What can I say? I’m a boob man. Can’t get enough of them.
Having said that, and also having brought you to this point,
let me continue and hope that I haven’t lost my audience.
I got a call
from a local family (we’ll call them the Smiths) to do both
a wedding and a pre wedding family gathering. No sweat, I
thought. I got on the phone to Brandi (with an i) and told
her we had a scheduled shoot for the following weekend, the
14th of June.
“Oh hell! I’m sorry babe. I thought that weekend was open so
I made plans to meet with an old college roommate of mine.
We got along really well in school, but we kind of lost
track of each other after graduation.” She apologized.
Brandi had a degree in marketing. Also lucky for me. As well
as being my gofer on shoots, she was more than willing to
handle that end of the business. She even took over
management of the web site. This was really cool, as I would
have had to pay for that service. I can find my way around a
computer well enough, but not enough to manage a website. In
other words, I can burn to a disc and upload photos easily,
but nothing more complex than that. I did not ask or coerce
her into doing this valuable service for me. In fact, I
insisted on paying her for her much needed help. She only
took a nominal fee. Bless that generous heart of hers that
was conveniently situated beneath a double D sized left tit.
I thought for a few seconds and then came up with an idea,
which I casually shared with her.
“Well, I guess I could give Fallon a call. Maybe she’s
available to help on that day.” Protracted silence.
Something wasn’t right.
“Fallon?” Brandi said in just one word. Uh-oh.
“Is that a problem?” I heard a rather deep sigh from her on
the other end.
“No no no...give her a call. I’m sure she’ll be more than
eager to help you out.”
So...Here’s what I’ve learned about women over the years, in
one sentence. If a woman says it’s not a problem, it IS a
problem. But fuck it. I had big a shoot coming up and I
needed help. Still...
“Look Brandi. If this doesn’t set well with you, just say
so.” For the second time, I gave her the option to spill
what was troubling her about me using Fallon for this shoot.
Again, a lengthy silence.
“Nope. There’s no problem. It’s good that you have someone
who’s worked with you on shoots before. Call her. It’s
totally OK.” Brandi responded.
Before I try to decipher that statement, let me preface it
by explaining something. I was fortunate enough to have had
two seriously hot girlfriends in succession. I don’t know
how I do it!
Fallon and I dated for slightly less than a year. Then we
kind of grew apart. No one’s fault. People just change. At
least that was my take on the situation. So we split up. A
couple of months later I met Brandi (with an i). I don’t
think they knew each other, only of each other. And I should
point out that both women were equally well endowed. Like I
said, I love big tits. Fallon’s name had only come up in
conversation a couple of times, casually. I was never sure
how Brandi felt about Fallon, but I never had any reason to
concern myself with that until now.
So, loosely translated, here’s what I think Brandi was
“Yes! There’s a problem and you should KNOW this is a
problem and do I have to spell it out for you? That big
titted bitch is your ex girlfriend. How do I know you’re not
trying to get back with her? Or how do I know she won’t try
to seduce you?” Complicated as that.
I’m not insensitive. But, you know what? I had a big shoot
in five days and I wasn’t about to immerse myself in the
convoluted world of female psychobabble. I needed help. And
if Fallon was willing, I would use her on the photo shoot.
So, here’s my male psychobabble, insinuated only of course:
“If you seriously think I’m doing this with some ulterior
motive, like maybe trying to get Fallon into bed again,
you’re wrong. And why don’t you trust me?” Simple as that.
So, not to create any further confusion, I clearly stated my
“OK Brandi. I’m going to call and ask if she’s available to
help on this photo shoot. I’m sorry that you’re
uncomfortable with this, but this is a big job and I need
help. Enjoy your reunion with your college friend. I’ll let
you know how things turn out.”
“Oh, by all means, Bill, do.” Hard not to catch the dripping
At this point, every cell in my body wanted to scream into
the phone and say “Will you PLEASE tell me what the fucking
problem is? I’m not a mind reader!!!” But I kept my cool. I
was now past the point of caring what this was all about. I
took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and bid her adieu.
Her response was chilly.
I spent the next few days with Fallon, going over the time,
location, lighting dynamics and other technical aspects of
the shoot. We went out to scout the site while no one was
there for some ideas and to asses the movement of the sun.
The only thing different from when we last worked together
was two new lenses. I had purchased a fixed 20 mm f 2.8 wide
angle lens which was great for sweeping landscape panoramas
and some interesting special effects. But I seldom if ever
used it under these circumstances.
Unless of course, some drunken family member wanted a photo
of himself with a distorted face. I get those every once in
a while. The other lens was a 70-300 mm telephoto zoom lens,
which I used more when I needed to be non intrusive. It’s a
good lens for shoots like this and better for weddings. Once
Fallon got those down, we were good to go. She seemed really
pleased that I called, and was quite eager to help me once
On the 14th of June, the shoot went off stunningly well. I
was with a group of willing participants who didn’t seem to
mind me being in their faces with my camera. The only shy
ones were the kids. But that’s pretty normal and that’s why
I have a 70-300 mm lens. A good time was had by all. The day
went off without incident. Well...almost without incident.
At about 4 PM, just as we were wrapping up, out of the
corner of my eye I noticed Brandi. She decided to come by
because her visit with her friend had been truncated by some
urgent family matter.
Our embrace and subsequent kiss was warm and loving. It felt
good. And she didn’t seem upset with me. But as we
separated, I felt the close presence of Fallon. I turned and
positioned myself so as not to favor either woman, then
proffered the mandatory introductions.
“Brandi, this is Fallon. Fallon, Brandi.” As uncomplicated
as possible. At this point I didn’t feel that I needed to
elaborate any further. I was at the end of a very long, but
rewarding photo shoot. I did not need any complications. But
women are women...thank goodness.
Hands clasped, salutations were exchanged, but eyes were
full of figurative daggers. This was truly uncomfortable.
“Bill has told me a lot about you, Brandi.” Fallon was full
of shit. I never mentioned Brandi.
“All good I hope.” Brandi came back with a standard, inane
response. Jesus Brandi! You couldn’t do better than that?
“All good.” Fallon reassured her in her best phony voice.
She then excused herself to go pack up equipment. “It was
nice to meet you, Brandy.”
“That’s Brandi, with an i.”
“Nice to meet you too, Falon.”
“That’s Fallon with two ls.”
“Oh! I’m sorry.”
Somewhere nearby, I could hear the snarling of two cats. My
hell! Were they both purposely trying to be complete
I wrapped things up with Fallon and then drove her home. I
thanked her profusely for helping me out in a pinch as I
waited for her to disembark. She gave me a funny look.
“What?” I asked.
“You used to always walk me to the door.”
“That was when we were...”
“Oh never mind Bill. I get the point.” She got out in a
Oh for fuck’s sake! I got out and caught up with her halfway
up the walkway to the door. When I caught up to her, she
took my arm and then turned directly to me with a smile that
indicated she had just won some minor skirmish or test of
wills. At the door, she looked at me again, oddly. Then she
asked the question I knew she’d been wanting to ask.
“So, how serious are things between you and her?”
“That’s not relevant, Fallon.” I said, evasively.
She then gave me a long stare, then nodded as if she had
looked into my soul and found the answer she was looking for
without a response from me. “I hope that we can work
together again soon, Bill.” Fallon then turned and went
inside. I drove off, completely puzzled.
On Monday the sixteenth, I spent most of the afternoon
working on the editing process from the weekend shoot. It
was about five thirty PM and I needed to eat. So I
microwaved a container of Rice-A-Roni, that epicurean blend
of rice, vermicelli pasta and “seasonings” that, to this
day, is still served in the finest dining establishments in
San Francisco. I was just about to sit down to my meal when
the doorbell rang.
“Hi Bill!” Fallon said. I invited her in. We sat down at the
kitchen table and I offered to share my meal with her.
“Oh no. No thanks.”
“Suit yourself. But this stuff is really good.” I said.
“I’m sure it is. But it wouldn’t be good for my figure.” She
winked, playfully. So I played along.
“And, what a figure it is.” I responded, playfully. Damn! I
should have never said that. I gave her the entry point that
she was looking for. She blew it off, laughingly. But I knew
more was coming.
“So, Bill. Is her body as sexy as mine?”
And there it was, almost on schedule.
“What about her tits? Are they as big and full and my tits?”
“I’m NOT going down this road, Fallon.” I resisted giving
her any further satisfaction. She just smiled sarcastically.
“So what’s on your mind? Why are you here?” I asked,
steering away from comparisons.
“Well, I thought you might want some help editing and...”
“All done.” I cut her off.
“Well there is something else.”
“And that is?”
“Well, I was actually hoping that your girlfriend would be
here. But I see she’s not. So it doesn’t matter. I guess
I’ll be on my way.”
“Why were you hoping that Brandi would be here?”
“You’re not going make this easy for me, are you?”
“Absolutely not.” I smirked. “Please continue.”
“I was hoping she was here so that I could apologize to her
for the other day.”
“You were kind of rude to her.”
“You’re right. I was. Although it did seem that she was rude
“Well, you could be right. The whole encounter seemed very
“It was. But you know women. Sometimes we can be catty with
each other.” Fallon said with a fake chuckle.
I nodded in agreement while my mind searched for reasons to
get her to leave. My dinner had gotten cold and I was
starving. Then a thought occurred to me.
“Hey! Were you serious about wanting to apologize to
“Of course. Why?”
“I’ll be right back.”
I went into the office and ejected a DVD from the computer.
I marked it with a permanent marker, “Smith Family
Gathering” then placed it into a plastic case. I returned to
the kitchen and handed it to Fallon.
“What’s this?” She asked.
“It’s a DVD of the shoot from the other day.” Fallon looked
“147 Maplewood. Blue house on the left. It’s about twelve
blocks from here.”
Fallon still didn’t get it.
“It’s Brandi’s place. If you could drop it off for me, I’d
really appreciate it. She can upload the photos to the
“Oh.” Yet another sullen response.
“I used to do that for you.” Fallon said with a pout.
“The operative words being ‘used to.’” I watched as her eyes
moistened slightly. Oh FUCK! Now I had hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry Fallon. I just keep saying stupid shit.”
“No. No. You’re right. I had that coming.”
“Things are different between us now, Fallon.” I gently
“I know they are Bill. But a girl can still hope.” Hope?
Maybe Brandi’s fears were justified. And how the hell do
women know this shit? I didn’t respond to that because I had
no idea what to say in response.
“Can we still see each other occasionally, as friends?” I
had anticipated this question too. But I had no idea how to
respond. If I said yes, it would be like holding out a
carrot of false hope. If I said no, well, who knows how she
might have reacted.
“As friends? Of course we can.” I acquiesced.
“Maybe we can even do an occasional photo shoot together?”
I was uncomfortable with this idea. I know that I was the
one who initially called her for help. But that was before
she and Brandi met and the friction between them occurred.
So, naturally, I was reluctant to agree. But I did.
“Will it be you and me? Or you, Brandi and me?”
“Well...” I hesitated.
“It’s OK Bill. I get it. Either way is fine with me. All of
us working together should be fun. I look forward to a
threesome.” She joked.
“Well, the two of you are about to become friends, right?”
“Yes.” Fallon said assertively. “Yes we are indeed.”
Good for you Fallon! Good for the both of you, I thought to
“Speaking of which, I guess that I shouldn’t keep Brandi
waiting. I’m sure that she’ll want to get started on this
right away.” She said, holding up the disk.
“Thank you so much, Fallon. Say, maybe you and Brandi could
work on this together.” I said. Although I knew it only took
one person to upload a disc, I was grasping at straws,
trying to offer any way to get these two women to bond with
each other. As it turned out, Fallon had her own idea of how
she wanted to bond with Brandi.
“That’s a great idea! Just us two girls, working closely
with each other.”
I smiled, then leaned in to plant a kiss on her cheek. But
she anticipated me and turned in. And just like that, we
were lip locked. She offered her tongue but I just couldn’t
go there. She did, however, make absolutely certain to get
her incredible tits fully involved. It was like she was
trying to remind me of the days when I couldn’t keep my
hands off of them. I have to say, I felt a stirring. The
kiss broke off amicably. She had a sly smile on her face. I
did not try to analyze it. In retrospect, I probably should
have. I just wanted her to leave before my addled brain
became fraught with more complications.
“You better be on your way, Fallon.” I urged. She nodded in
agreement, then turned to leave. “And don’t forget. You’re
going over to give her the disc and to apologize.”
“I won’t forget. It’s good that we’ll be alone. This way I
can apologize to her woman to woman.” Fallon winked and
left. The door closed assertively behind her.
Finally, I could sit down and eat dinner. I had to reheat it
in the microwave. I decided that a meal such as this
deserved a great wine. So, I opened the bottle of St.Veran
that was in the fridge.
About twenty minutes after dinner I stood in front of the
bathroom mirror while my electric tooth brush did it’s job,
ridding my teeth of all deeply embedded food particles. I
smiled at the handsome, frothy mouthed dude in the mirror.
And then came the realization that I had seriously fucked
“SHIT!!!” I said as I sprayed the mirror with droplets of
extra cavity protection, whitening formula Aqua Fresh. What
the hell had I done? I missed it, because I didn’t want to
hear it-because I wanted her to leave. Here’s what I missed.
Fallon had said it was good that they were going to be
alone. She wanted to apologize to Brandi “woman to woman.”
Seriously? Woman to woman? I know what that means! I’ve read
enough stories by JB57 to know what that means. So, I rinsed
my mouth with water, flossed, then did my sixty second
fluoride rinse. Then I jumped into my car and sped to
Brandi’s house, obeying all posted speed limits of course.
I pulled up in front of the house with a bad feeling in my
gut. As expected, Fallon’s car was parked in the driveway. I
just knew that something was not right. On the front porch I
put my ear to the door, which was locked. There were odd
sounds coming from inside. I heard multiple low thuds and
thunks. These were accentuated by the grunts and groans of
both women. Then came the cursing and the screams. What in
the hell was going on inside? I had to get in there!
I remembered the key to the back door that Brandi left
outside and where she stashed it. She didn’t want to leave a
key out, but she was prone to occasionally locking herself
out. Something told me to be quiet. I went around the back,
located the key and let myself in. I noiselessly made my way
through the kitchen and peeked around the corner into the
living room, where the ruckus was coming from. I could not
believe what I saw!
There they were, Brandi and Fallon, locked together on the
floor, grunting and straining against each other in full
body contact. Both women were completely naked! Woman to
woman indeed! The two hottest women I knew, with the two
best bodies I’d ever seen and the four best and biggest
breasts that I’d ever dated, were rolling around in an
intensely erotic confrontation. My eyes beheld this wondrous
sight. Then my eyes were drawn to the couch where two sets
of clothes had been neatly folded along side each other.
This told me that a mutual agreement had been made; they
would settle things au natural. And, since there was no cat
scratching, punching or kicking going on, they must have
also agreed to settle things in full body contact. How else
would two goddesses such as these fight each other?
Like I said, I’ve only read about this. But each woman
seemed quite comfortable with it. In fact, each of them
seemed quite proficient at matching her body against the
body of another woman. I wasn’t surprised about Fallon being
into something like this. If my memory serves me correctly,
she always seemed ready to take on another woman. But
Brandi’s willingness to meet her body to body, well, that
was something I hadn’t figured on. And for some reason, the
scenario of ex girlfriend against current girlfriend made
the whole thing even hotter. But as I watched I understood
that this wasn’t just about me. It was just as much about
both women knowing instinctively that this had to happen,
from the moment that I introduced them on Saturday. And I
was OK with that. I know, I know. I was hoping these two
women could be friends. But, who in their right mind would
NOT be thrilled with this turn of events?
I found myself inwardly applauding both women’s eagerness to
meet skin to skin-delighted to see my Brandi’s willingness
to match her two beauties against Fallon’s awesome pair,
nipple to nipple in full contact. It had been many months
since I’d seen Fallon naked. Seeing her like this, I was
reminded of what an incredible body she had. But I’m pleased
to say that in every aspect, Brandi’s body was a match for
Consequently, there they were. Two big titted brunettes,
with their voluptuous nude bodies in full contact, rolling
around on Brandi’s living room floor. And I mean to tell
you, these two women were seriously locked up with each
other! Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, smooth stomachs
firmly flattened together, arms wrapped around each other in
crushing bear hugs-a test of strength and a dogged test of
four massive breasts that were fully engaged in a personal
Fallon had always been proud of her rack. She flaunted them
whenever possible, often in front of lesser endowed women.
This got more that one stranger or casual acquaintance
pissed off at her. So, I imagine that it didn’t set well
with her when she saw that Brandi’s chest was as fulsome as
hers. Brandi, needless to say, was also quite proud of her
beautiful breasts. She especially liked to linger with them
and lovingly lather them in the shower. Actually, Fallon
also indulged in this breast loving ritual in the shower.
Can’t say that I blame either one of them. If I had a set of
tits, I’d never leave the house. It was a habit of both
women that drove me crazy with lust and caused me to take
far more showers that I needed, just to assist in the
process of breast care. If I see a job that needs doing, I
jump right in, naked. What can I say? I’m a man of deep
To me, it now made perfect sense that these four magnificent
mammaries would meet and mate. How soft and sensual this
encounter must have been! As they rolled back and forth, I
noticed that their long legs were entwined. Perhaps this was
a lower body test. Not sure, but I liked it. Closer
observation revealed that I was wrong about something. Both
girls still had on their bikini brief panties. I wondered if
this was a line that neither woman was willing to cross. One
would hope not. With all the intense body heat between them,
why would they keep those sweet pussies covered up? Why deny
themselves the full package, the ultimate contact between
two women? It certainly looked like there was a good amount
of unabashed crotch to crotch slamming going on.
There were vituperations flying everywhere. Cunt, slut,
whore, bitch, pussy licking lezzie, fat cunt, skinny cunt,
flabby titted slut, and lesbian cunt slut, just to point out
a few. Nothing but the best descriptives were being used to
express how fond these two women were of each other. And
while it was exciting to hear them engage in spirited
intellectual discourse like this, it was the heated coming
together of these two superb females that was making my dick
Brandi and Fallon, in a woman to woman anatomical
coalescence. Their hands were now in each other’s hair and
firmly yanking. They continued to grunt and groan and fight
with their sublime torsos that were now sparkling with beads
of perspiration. These girls were seared together, and
glistening. Maybe it was just the soft evening light of the
living room, but this now took on the look of a surrealistic
movie scene. It was just mind boggling to witness two naked
women with such amazing bodies struggling against each other
in a battle like this-a battle that was becoming more and
more intimate and heatedly sexual as it progressed.
And much to my delight, Brandi seemed more than willing to
handle any challenge from Fallon. So far, this was a very
evenly fought contest. This fact was interesting to me
because, in a matchup like this I would have expected Fallon
to easily dominate. But Brandi was holding her own very
nicely. As a matter of fact, she didn’t seem the least bit
intimidated by Fallon. She seemed to be giving her far more
than she expected. Tit locked and body locked, both women
were really into it. The heat between them showed in their
beautiful faces as they stared at each other with both hate
and pure lust, while two superb bodies and four classic
breasts continued to test each other. It was truly intense!
Then something super sexy happened. Fallon body rolled
Brandi, taking the top position. She then fully sealed her
mouth to Brandi’s in a volatile kiss. I can say with
certainty that both women are exceptional kissers. Never one
to withhold her emotions, Fallon did not disguise her
increasing desire for Brandi at all. I was beginning to
wonder if maybe, just maybe, this was what these two hot,
horny women really needed-to meet privately and fuck each
other without any consequences or inhibitions. The whole
dynamic of this was incredible!
My ever more surprising current girlfriend did not back down
from this either. Not to be outdone by Fallon, she put
everything she had into the kiss. It was now obvious how
turned on both women were. Release seemed imminent, indeed,
necessary. I could see tongues intertwining and breathing
was now quite labored for both girls. Their bodies continued
to writhe against each other, but now it seemed more out of
urgent need than anger.
Fallon’s head then turned at a slight angle. Her eyes then
opened and dammed if she didn’t spot me in the distance! I
thought for sure that this very private encounter would come
to a screeching halt. It didn’t. I should have known that it
would not stop her. She’d been wanting to take on Brandi
since they first met. Maybe she wanted to show me that she
was the better woman. Or maybe she just needed to show
Brandi that she was sexually superior. I don’t know. The
psychology of rival females is complex. I have to admit that
I was quietly pulling for my girl Brandi. But there was a
whole lot to be said for Fallon and her devious mind and her
incredible body. The duplicitous bitch then sent a wink in
my direction, as if to say “Isn’t this what you’ve been
wanting to see?”
When she didn’t inform Brandi of my presence, I continued to
watch the proceedings. There was no way that I was going to
leave without seeing this through to the end. Fallon then
changed her modus operandi. The kiss broke off so that they
could both catch their breath.
Fallon remained comfortably on top. Brandi seemed content to
be underneath her and, I might add, more and more aroused by
the sensation of Fallon’s body against hers. She responded
excitedly to Fallon’s chest to chest manipulations, giving
Fallon’s boobs the full measure of her tits. Fallon was
increasingly excited by the evenness of this challenge. The
fact that Brandi was able to use her body so skillfully
against hers excited her. A fire was building deep in her
loins. They had clasped their hands and stretched their arms
out at shoulder level. Each subsequent deep breath that they
took forced their massive breasts into a tight mash.
The two women now looked deeply into each other’s eyes, as
though they were two warriors trying to assess each other
before their evenly contested battle resumed. I’ve never
seen such a stunning exchange. Unquestionably, the look
conveyed just one mutually understood, unspoken thought:
“Whatever happens next has to happen. There’s no turning
back. It’s woman to woman.”
Fallon opened the dialogue, getting things charged up again
with a bit of purposeful antagonism.
“Can I ask a question, Brandi?”
“By all means Fallon, ask.”
“Do you shave?”
“You’re a slut, Fallon!”
“Answer the question, bitch! Do you shave?” Fallon insisted.
“Of course I do. Why? Do you shave?” Brandi asked.
“Oh yes. Bill likes his pussy nice and smooth. But you know
Oooh. That was a low blow. Brandi responded by flipping
Fallon onto her back rather easily.
“You’re a filthy, conniving cunt, Fallon!” Next came another
quick body roll as Fallon once again took the top.
“No no. I’m a soft, full lipped, clean shaven cunt. Just
like you, Brandi with an i.”
“You better think this through before you go down this road,
you has been slut.” Brandi warned. Fallon seemed a bit
confused by this warning. I was completely confused by it.
Brandi? What the fuck?
“Oh, really?” Fallon scoffed. She then untangled herself
from Brandi and rose to her feet.
“Get up, Brandi.” Fallon commanded her. Brandi very casually
rose to her feet.
Fallon knew that Brandi wouldn’t take her eyes off of her.
She cleverly maneuvered herself to keep Brandi’s back toward
me. Apparently she did not want Brandi to know that I was
The two exquisite women stood, hands on hips, breasts jutted
out and eyes locked. Fallon then moved in tight and scraped
her nipples across Brandi’s stiff nubs. Brandi gasped. Both
women obviously could not get enough of the heated tit to
tit sensations. But Fallon had something more primal in
mind. She took a step back and seductively eased out of her
panties. Brandi didn’t miss a beat. Her panties were off a
split second later.
“Give them to me.” Fallon demanded. Brandi tossed her
panties up and watched casually as Fallon snatched them out
of the air. She then did the single most erotic thing I’d
ever seen in my life. Aligning the wet crotches, Fallon tied
the panties together in a crotch to crotch knot. Who knew
that women challenged each other in such intimate ways?
Although I can’t say that I completely understood everything
I was seeing, I truly was enjoying the gradual unfolding of
this wondrous psycho-sexual drama. Even from behind I could
see that Brandi was electrified by this sexually charged
gesture. My girl was about to get busy. Actually, my girls
were about to get busy.
“Hold on a second.” Brandi excused herself for a few
seconds. Then she returned to the living room with a few bed
sheets and what looked like a small glass vial. I wondered
about its contents.
I had to get back around the corner, out of her line of
sight. I didn’t want to have any effect on how things
“Good idea.” I heard Fallon say, as they shared the task of
spreading out the sheets.
“Well, I just don’t want to get any of your cum stains on my
carpet.” Brandi cracked.
“When our pussies meet, you’re the one who’s gonna be
exploding with cum, bitch.” Fallon responded with candor.
Damn!!! As if the panty challenge wasn’t enough, these two
imminent combatants were now launching verbal salvos into
each other’s cunt. It made me want to unwrap my member and
crank one out right there in the kitchen, sanitary
considerations be damned. But, I brought my carnal impulses
under control with deep yoga breathing techniques...namaste.
Fallon got down on the sheet-covered floor and positioned
herself so that I could see them as they faced each other.
Brandi was far too focused on Fallon to look in my
direction. She went down to the floor to meet with her. I
peaked around the corner once again, desperate to see what
was going to happen next. They appeared to be arranging
their long legs in a kind of mutual scissoring position.
That meant that their pussies were...Holy shit!!!
As she had for most of the time she was there, Fallon set
the tone with an opening verbal jab.
“Bill said that your pussy isn’t all that good, Brandi.”
“You lying cunt! Bill never said anything like that.”
Brandi was right. Fallon was full of it. If anything, I
thought Brandi’s cunt was amazing. But, come to think of it,
so was Fallon’s cunt. Indeed, both women were quite well
endowed down there. Both had thick, rounded labia which
protected clitorises of approximately 3.8 to 4.0 centimeters
each, by my metric measurements. Wow!!! If it ever got
underway, this promised to be an epic battle. But there was
a little more trash talking that needed to happen first.
“You’re right Brandi. He didn’t actually say that. What he
did say was that he thought my pussy was much sexier than
Fallon kept trying to push Brandi’s buttons, but she wasn’t
falling for it.
“That’s bullshit too. And you know it, Fallon. I’ll admit
that cunt of yours looks pretty hot. But there’s no way that
it’s sexier than mine-no way that it can match mine.”
“Now you’re the one who’s full of crap, Brandi. I’ll also
concede that your cunt is very impressive. But you know just
by looking that mine is easily a match for yours.”
“I guess there’s only one way to know for sure.” Brandi
said. “Only ONE way, bitch!” Then, Brandi laid another
surprise on me.
“OK Fallon. Here’s the deal. You are an incredibly hot woman
and I am very turned on by you. But, as sexually turned on
as I am, I’m going offer you a chance to change your mind
“I’m flattered, but are you fucking serious?” Fallon
“Are you absolutely sure that you want to go through with
this?” Brandi reiterated.
“What are you saying Brandi? That you’re some kind of expert
“You might say that.” Brandi’s response was casual but
Damn Brandi! What am I learning about you today?
“Why don’t you ‘enlighten’ me?” Fallon scoffed.
“Four years at a private, all girl Catholic college. What do
Shit!!! The former college roommate that she was so “close”
with! Why didn’t I see that? But the story had much more to
“Oh my!!!” Now Fallon was a bit taken back. “Do tell me
Brandi continued to reveal her past. Yes Brandi, I thought.
Do tell us more.
“My college roommate and I...well we were more than just
roommates. We were great friends who loved to challenge each
other. So we would pussy fight just to keep in shape for our
real matches. Our fights were more for pleasure though,
because she knew that in a real match, she couldn’t beat me.
My pussy was just too good.”
Now Fallon seemed a bit disconcerted. She had reason to be.
Still, she tried to save face. She claimed to have taken on
a few women before, in this manner.
“I’ve been in a few cunt to cunt skirmishes. This ain’t my
Brandi smiled, then continued to unfold the story of a four
year college career of studying for her degree, while
concurrently engaging in weekly matches. She was such an
exceptionally smart gal that studying was a cinch. I guess
she needed something to fill in the spare time.
Apparently it all started one day, after a fairly rough
intramural soccer match. She and a gorgeous blond sophomore
coed named Trinity had repeatedly roughhoused with each
other during the match. There was never an actual fight, but
in the heat of the contest, they made sure to body slam into
each other at every opportunity. After the game, apologies
were made and handshakes accepted. Then, the two ended up in
the post game showers right next to each other. Coincidence?
She said that as hard as they tried, they could not keep
their eyes off of each other’s voluptuous nude bodies. She
could feel her nipples and her pussy tingling and wondered
if the blond was having the same reaction.
Brandi didn’t have a freshman year roommate. Trinity knew
this. So, when Trinity came knocking on Brandi’s door that
evening, Brandi knew exactly what she wanted. The two girls
spent the entire night in bed, grunting, groaning and
fucking like two cats in heat. That was the first time that
Brandi had ever scissored, pussy to pussy with another girl.
She took to it like a duck to water. Trinity was so
impressed that she invited Brandi to join the “group.”
Brandi accepted eagerly.
According to group bylaws, once a week a different girl
would come to her room, or she would be given the room
number of a girl. They would strip naked and engage each
other sexually. All the members of this elite group agreed
that since this was all about woman to woman, there were no
dildos allowed. First, there had to be extensive body to
body contact, emphasizing breast against breast. Then they
would scissor, cunt to cunt. They could either go with a
first to climax loses, or a no orgasm limit match, in which
they fucked until one of them could no longer continue. The
second option was by far the most popular as it was, by far,
the most excruciatingly pleasurable. It didn’t take long for
Brandi to become TCOC. You figure out the acronym.
“Are you saying that you won every match?” an astounded
“Undefeated...well, except for one girl.”
“Let me guess. Trinity, right?” Fallon asked, now enthralled
by the story.
“Exactly. What a teacher she was! We fought to many draws,
but I never got a solid victory over her.” Brandi smiled at
As the story unfolded, I thought to myself, “Brandi! You hot
bitch! I’m falling more in love with you by the second.”
“So, Fallon. One last time. Do you want to continue this?”
My lady asked.
“I have no choice, Brandi. I’m so fucking turned on by you.
How can I possibly stop?” Fallon admitted.
“Well, you’re right Fallon. In spite of all this friction
between us, you’ve managed to get me really aroused too.”
“Don’t you mean, because of all this friction, Brandi?”
Brandi then held out the first two fingers on her right
hand. Fallon recognized the international symbol of womanly
challenge immediately and slid the first two fingers of her
right hand into them, creating a scissor lock. This was the
point of no return. Finally, it was on!!!
“Bring it, bitch!” Fallon challenged.
“Oh, I’m gonna bring it, slut!” Brandi accepted.
I knew now that not even knowledge of my presence could
deter this inevitable lockup of two juiced up cunts. So I
took the opportunity to make a quick bathroom trip. What a
relief! Now I could relax and enjoy the show.
When I returned, I heard wet, delicious squishing noises
coming from the two fully engaged pussies. It was a sound
I’d never heard before and one that I won’t soon forget. My
two girls were labia locked, squaring off as only two women
can. Oh yeah! Then Brandi held up the vial that she had
brought out and administered exactly two drops directly to
the junction of two pussies that were now firmly in each
other’s grip. It took a couple seconds. Then...
“Oh my god, Brandi!!! What is that stuff?”
“I’ll tell you later. Let’s fuck.”
Fallon was up on her elbows, as was Brandi. Their eyes
looked deeply into each other.
“Cunt to cunt to the finish, Brandi.”
“Cunt to cunt to the finish, Fallon.”
They were in a serious duel now. They would test their
womanhood by mutual infliction of sealed together, flesh
locked lotus eating.
I did not feel the need to conceal my presence any longer.
The way these two women were going at it, nothing was going
to break the seal of their voracious cunts until either one
of them, or both of them could no longer continue. And,
judging from the way that they were enjoying the sensations
of their mated pussies grinding and sucking together, that
was, most likely, going to take a long time.
So, I assigned myself a choice viewing seat on the couch
while Fallon and Brandi fucked each other in cunt to cunt
savagery and uninhibited desire. Through the haze of mutual
lust, both of them now sensed my presence. I think Brandi
had figured out that I was there a while ago. She seemed
only slightly surprised to see me, and pleasantly so. Both
women briefly smiled at me, then returned their attention to
each other. Then, for my enjoyment, Brandi turned up the
“Honey! So glad you’re here! Now watch, baby, as your girl
takes down this slut ex girlfriend of yours.”
“Not today or any other day, bitch!” an annoyed Fallon
“We’ll see, Fallon. Just remember. I gave you a chance to
back out of this.” Brandi taunted.
“Oh, will you STOP with this whole superior attitude?!!!”
“What are you talking about? What attitude Fallon?”
“You know what I’m talking about-this whole attitude that
your cunt is superior to my cunt. I say fuck you, you
Brandi just laughed, derisively. “Then prove me wrong
Fallon, if you think you can. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Fallon agreed. They both went down flat on their backs and
secured each other’s right leg. I couldn’t say for sure, but
this seemed like an ultimate position that would assure
maximum leverage and contact between the two pussies. Who
would use it to the best advantage? These women both knew
what they were doing. I liked the position because it gave
me the best possible view of this intimate vulva lockup.
Then, the two hottest pussies I’d ever seen went into full
battle/fuck mode. Not wanting to separate their fulsome
labia for even a fraction of a second, the two infatuated
women moaned as their pussies rhythmically lapped and
squished, seemingly penetrating each other. Considering the
anatomy involved, this was a really deep fuck. The lubricant
Brandi had applied seemed to be working quite well. As I
looked closer, I could see that their erect clitorises were
now engaged. From my excellent vantage point I could see it
all. Damn, it was hot! I was already hatching a plan to get
these two women into the studio so that I could do a photo
shoot of two women having a sex fight/fuck. It would, of
course, be tastefully rendered.
I could see swollen labia sucking together, then both
engorged clitorises would slide against each other and sink
into the other woman’s cunt, then re-emerge from the depths
of wet cunt meat to battle each other. This process repeated
itself again and again. It was amazing!!! I can’t even
imagine how incredible a flesh lock of this nature must have
Fallon was battling a supposedly undefeated woman and doing
quite well. Brandi was obviously surprised and delighted.
But, after about twenty minutes, Brandi began delivering on
her promise. She turned up the heat to a level that she knew
Fallon could not match. Indeed, I wondered if she had just
been toying with Fallon. I watched her superb, sexy pelvic
rotations as she interlocked with Fallon. Fallon was also
using some stunning pelvic rotations against Brandi as she
pulled hard on Brandi’s leg, trying to force an even tighter
lockup of their full cunt lips while sliding her sizable
clitoris deep into Brandi. But Brandi’s clit met Fallon’s
clit head on, and they became entwined in a battle-a contest
that Fallon seemed to be having more difficulty handling.
Brandi’s experience was now beginning to assert itself. But
Fallon struggled gamely. The exquisite pelvic rotations
continued. I’d never seen either woman move like this. I
wondered if this was because of the anatomy involved.
I concluded that it must be different in female to female
hookups, because I checked with my cock and it didn’t
remember such intense pelvic gyrations when it was inside
either or these sweet pussies. Either that or it was just
simply a matter of two women, therefore, something to prove.
In any case, slowly but surely it was becoming obvious that
Fallon was out of her league. Brandi, my sweet slut
girlfriend was an experienced woman to woman competitor. And
although Fallon was gradually loosing ground, it was also
clear that she was in a state of unparalleled sexual bliss.
Squishing her thick cunt into Brandi’s in a way that she
thought might buy her some time before her first orgasm,
Fallon battled with Brandi valiantly. But even I could see
that she was about to explode in orgasmic ecstasy.
Brandi then seemed to ease up a bit. She knew that she was
in control and could push Fallon over the edge at any
second. But she now seemed to want to prolong the intense
pleasure they were both getting from the meaty lockup of
their pussies. Fallon was amenable to this. Indeed, she was
even more into it.
“Oh fuck!!! Brandi! You are GOOD!”
“Glad that you approve, Fallon.”
“Brandi please don’t make me cum just yet. This is just too
much heat. I want it to last for a while longer.” Fallon was
sincere. And, since Brandi knew she could fuck her to an
orgasm anytime she wanted, she obliged.
They slowed down the pace a bit, keeping the two pussies
tightly fused. Their smooth bellies were coated in sweat.
Their juicy cunts continued to lap each other in succulent
strokes as the lubricant seemed to allow them to share a
labial bond that would have otherwise not been possible.
Now, they wanted to look each other in the eye, so they
propped up on their elbows without breaking the rhythm of
their intimate fuck stroke. Fallon smiled at Brandi.
“Brandi. You’re incredible! I’ve never been fucked so good.”
She then caught herself.
“By a woman, I mean.” That was close.
Then my honey surprised her and me by offering Fallon a
mutual orgasm. But there was one caveat.
“We have to keep fucking. Until we’re exhausted.”
Fallon eagerly agreed. As I recall, both women had initially
agreed on “cunt to cunt to the finish.” Both of them, it
seemed meant to keep their word. Just hearing that phrase
repeat in my mind compelled me to pull out my cock. They
both giggled, then turned their attention back to each
And then it was once again on. They sat up and fully
embraced, breast to breast, belly to belly and then locked
in a passionate kiss. Their hips battled as their cunts
fucked, once again with savage intensity. It took almost ten
more excruciating minutes of body to body cunt grinding
before both women screamed in delight. Orgasm achieved.
“I can feel us cumming inside each other!” Fallon screamed.
“Give it to me bitch!!!” Brandi screamed.
“Give it back, slut!!!” Fallon retorted.
This lasted another five minutes or so before Brandi took
Fallon down to the floor and slowly continued to fuck her,
body to body while Fallon entwined their long legs. It
seemed like a kind of victory lap for Brandi, but Fallon
didn’t seem to mind. They kissed deeply for several more
minutes before things came to a stop.
“Oh Brandi. I hope this isn’t going to be the only time we
Brandi looked into Fallon's eyes, almost lovingly.
“You want MORE?”
“To the finish, remember?” Fallon rededicated herself to the
“Is that OK with you, Bill?” I was surprised Brandi even
consulted me, but flattered in a strange way.
“You bet it’s OK.” I responded, gleefully.
“Bill. Be a dear would you?” Brandi asked.
“Well, this cunt ex girlfriend of yours came into my house
and literally attacked me. BEFORE I had a chance to upload
those photos to the website. Would you be a dear and take
care of that for me?” Brandi cooed.
“OK, I guess.”
“Yes Bill. Do that for US. Please?” Fallon chimed in. “Me
and this cunt slut girlfriend of yours have some urgent
personal matters to resolve.”
And with that, Fallon rolled Brandi (with an i) onto her
back. Once again their gorgeous bodies began to writhe
against each other in this hedonistic womanly confrontation.
Shit was about to get real, again. Oh yes. My ladies! Gettin’
To be continued