John’s Girlfriends - Part II By Karma Katrina and Scarlett settle their differences. "Talk is cheap. Prove it!" "Oh, I shall!" The statements echoed around the room as the two powerful women looked at each other. Katrina had just bested Scarlett in a wrestling match that had been more of a series of contests of strength than real wrestling. Scarlett rose to her feet, stretching her long body, trying to recover from the exertions of their battle. Katrina rose as well, and walked into the adjoining bathroom, ignoring the sounds coming form the blindfolded and gagged John. She returned a moment later and tossed a towel to Scarlett. The women wiped the sweat from their faces and bodies, then tossed the towels to one side. Gaze met gaze again, and the women faced each other. Katrina slowly walked towards Scarlett, assuming an almost sultry pose. Scarlett would not let Katrina have any advantage, and she began approaching Katrina as well. They came closer and closer together, both now feeling the excitement as their next battle threatened. Eventually they stood face-to-face, upright tits almost touching, but not quite. Scarlett was the first to lean closer so her nipples just barely brushed Katrina’s. The women were so evenly matched that their nipples aligned almost perfectly, and they touched, retreated, and touched again. Blue eyes gazed into brown as the two began breathing even more raggedly. Katrina’s hands came up and met Scarlett’s. This time there was no power applied, no attempt to outmuscle. Their hands did not grip, but rather caressed, each rubbing and massaging the other’s. Fingers entwined and twisted, but not in an effort to overcome. It was a slow, sensual meeting, with an almost ritualistic aspect to it. Katrina’s face floated closer to Scarlett’s, and lips met. They exchanged a slow lingering kiss, each using all their abilities to arouse. They finally separated, but their heads remained close together, warm breath in each other’s face. Scarlett moved her hands, disentangling them from Katrina’s and moving them to Katrina’s chest. She was holding her breath as she put her hands between their bodies, palms facing Katrina. Gently she placed the palms of her hands against Katrina’s erect nipples. Slowly, carefully, she began moving her hands in small circles so they barely grazed the nipples, tickling them more than rubbing them. Katrina’s head went back and she made a noise deep down in her throat. A small smile of triumph crossed Scarlett’s lips, then her eyes widened as she felt Katrina take her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeeze gently. It was Scarlett’s turn to moan softly. She moved closer and buried her face against Katrina’s neck as she gently licked a long line from shoulder blade to ear. Katrina began rolling Scarlett’s nipples between her finger and thumb, squeezing slightly harder. Scarlett’s motion against her opponent’s nipples took on a greater urgency as she began pressing harder, then, removing her hands, she grasped Katrina’s nipples, matching the clasp Katrina had on her. For several seconds they squeezed, twisted and rubbed the other’s nipples with greater and greater urgency and hunger, all the while gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. Each called on all her experience and talent to pour all her lustful desires into that locked glance. Scarlett’s hands began massaging Katrina’s tits, thumb occasionally rubbing a nipple. Katrina’s hands were doing the same as they tried to get the other even more aroused. The action became more frenzied as each became more and more stimulated and more and more desperate to make the other come before she did. They stood on quivering legs, the only contact between them being the assault on tits and nipples. Scarlett’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in a gasp. Katrina could barely stand the agony of suspense, and her hands moved away from Scarlett’s chest. She gripped Scarlett’s biceps hard, her fingers digging into the flesh, thumbs rubbing as Scarlett almost instinctively flexed under her grip. In an instant the two were almost motionless, hands working on the other’s arms, massaging the other’s rippling muscles. They were now so close together that their chests pressed firmly, tits almost mashed flat under the pressure. Body met body as they stood toe-to-toe. Blue eyes met brown eyes in a battle of wills as each tried to compel the other to surrender to the waves of heat now threatening to overtake them. The tension grew insupportable as their hands suddenly began roaming all over the other’s body in a frenzy of activity. Sweat beaded their brows as they struggled to maintain their equanimity and not give in to their approaching orgasms. Katrina’s hands squeezed Scarlett’s perfect ass, her fingers making no impression on her rock-hard glutes. Scarlett’s hands were on Katrina’s back, then her shoulders, then down to her ass and legs. The pressure of their touch got rougher and rougher until they were virtually slapping and squeezing the other’s body. Each could have escaped the growing pain and tension by taking one step back - but neither did. They both hoped that their own control would allow them to defer orgasm until the other had come. By now the two naked bodies were drenched in sweat, as well as other juices. In a burst of energy, Scarlett wrapped her left arm around Katrina’s waist and her right arm around her neck. In an instant, Katrina matched her pose, and the women pulled each other even more closely together until each could feel the wetness and heat at the other’s groin. They locked into a kiss, a kiss that each of them refused to break until the struggle was over. Mouth met mouth, tongue dueled with tongue, lips pressed lips as all else faded away. As if of their own volition, their hips began gyrating as they pressed together, released, then banged together harder. In a rhythm only they could hear they slammed together in a paroxysm of motion. As if completely in tune their legs separated and slid together. Each rammed their strong thigh against the other’s crotch. In a moment, the world stood still for each of them, then they came simultaneously in a frenzy of rigid muscle, clutching limbs and aching breasts. Their mouths finally separated as they let out their respective moans and groans, howls and shrieks of blessed relief. Lesser women would have been crushed by the extreme grips of their rippling arms as they rocked and tottered together. Legs no longer able to bear their weight, they sank to their knees, leaning against each other, holding each other up as they slowly recovered from the throes of their shared passion. Katrina’s eyes slowly focused on Scarlett. Scarlett blinked the sweat out of her eyes and the two women locked gazes again. Gradually they each became aware that they had settled nothing. It was impossible for them to determine which of them had come first. Lesser women would have left it at that and gone their separate ways, satisfied that while she was not the victor, neither was she the loser. But these were not lesser women, and the battle began anew. Each silently vowed that this struggle would still have a victor. Whoever left the scene of battle first, unable to carry on the fight any longer, would be the loser in this battle of sex. They had ended the first part of their fight on their knees, bodies pressing together from knee to head. Katrina made the first move as she snaked her hand down between their bodies, using the natural lubrication, and felt between Scarlett’s legs for her wet cunt. Scarlett retaliated in kind, and hands made their way to wet pussies. They each welcomed the other, spreading their legs wide and sitting back on their heels. This time there would be no holds barred, as every effort would be made to get the other to concede. This was not a test of love, but one of strength, stamina, will and determination. First one finger, then another, found their way into moist femininity. Slowly at first, then with increasing fervor, the women began finger-fucking each other. Strong arms pistoned up and down in steady rhythm. Katrina snarled at Scarlett, whose face was rapidly turning red. Scarlett hissed at Katrina, whose breath was coming faster and faster. For a seemingly interminable time they pumped harder and harder, each reluctant, and each unable, to ease up or slow down. Katrina’s arm soon ached with the effort being put forth, but she knew Scarlett was in as bad shape. Their left arms held each other in tight embrace, sore tits pressed yet again together. Scarlett felt the world fade away and she knew that her own orgasm was just seconds away. Her arm burned from the intense effort, but she managed to find the energy to increase the tempo even more. To her dismay Katrina matched her speed, and surpassed it. If John would have been aware, the sight of the two women locked in sweaty muscular embrace would have been too much for him to bear. Katrina could not take it any longer. She body jerked and her head went back and she came in a writhing, bucking orgasm. Scarlett managed to hold off for a few seconds longer, smiling in triumph into her opponent’s eyes, before she, too, came. They fell to one side, still locked in a death embrace, fingers still fucking, though more in fits and starts than in a steady motion. Finally, after both women had been subsumed by their passion, they lay in each other’s arms. Katrina slowly came back to reality, and was dismayed by the look of triumph and glee on Scarlett’s face. She was humiliated by the fact that Scarlett had been able to outlast her and defeat her in this battle of "Who Cums First?" Katrina realized that she had lost the battle, but she was still determined to win the war. She did not roll away from Scarlett, but moved even closer, tangling their legs together and pulling Scarlett near. The look of triumph faded from Scarlett’s eyes, then her eyes flashed with wicked humor as she, in her turn, realized that the struggle was not yet over. They squirmed yet closer together, naked, sweaty body pressing against body, arms still pulling the other, legs tangling and intertwining. Katrina twisted into a sitting position, her right leg under Scarlett’s left, her left leg over Scarlett’s right. Scarlett raised herself up as well, and for a few seconds they remained poised in this position. With a deliberate movement, Katrina edged forward, and she felt her clitoris meet Scarlett’s. A long shudder ran through Scarlett’s body, but her mouth spread into a wide grin. "A real glutton for punishment, eh? I whipped your ass once, I can do it again." "Your ass is mine, this time," Katrina purred in response. "Get ready to really get fucked!" Scarlett’s response was to slam her body forward as she supported her weight on her arms, braced on the floor behind her. Katrina met Scarlett’s surge with one of her own, and both women groaned as groins collided and slid, engorged clits simultaneously penetrating the other. Katrina’s expression was grim as they repeatedly slammed their bodies together, neither having any inhibitions now as they fiercely and fixedly fucked. They ignored the pain radiating up from their nether regions as they kept ramming against the other in a frenzy of rutting passion. They ignored all else but to overcome the other in this ultimate battle of control and of desire, of dominance and supremity. Sweat ran down Katrina’s face, and her breasts were slick with moisture. Scarlett’s expression could not hide the pain she was experiencing, and Katrina’s face was contorted from her agony. With a final spasm of effort they slammed together again, clits sliding and penetrating. This time they didn’t separate, but remained locked together, rocking in frantic effort to force the other over the top and down that slippery slope to orgasm. They both lay on their backs, bodies wracked with pain, as their legs wrapped around the other’s body in frenzied struggle. Katrina felt as if she would explode, and knew she could not last much longer. Finally, to her extreme relief and satisfaction, she felt Scarlett come, and Scarlett’s moans and groans of mingled pleasure and pain filled the room. Katrina felt only momentary gratification at her victory before her body was wracked with her own stupendous orgasm. This time they rolled apart after recovering from their mutual orgasms. Katrina struggled to her feet and stood on trembling legs, swaying back and forth. Scarlett managed to rise as well, and stumbled to a nearby wall, where she leaned, gasping for breath. Slowly the women recovered, and turned to face each other again. Their eyes met, and glares of furious anger and frustration were exchanged. "You fuck... as well as... you fight!" gasped Katrina. "You fight... as well as... you fuck!" retorted Scarlett. "This really hasn’t settled a damn thing, has it?" Katrina asked finally, trying to control her heaving chest. Scarlett shook her head. "I have one more idea," Katrina said grimly. "If you have the guts to do it, I mean." Scarlett smiled coldly at Katrina. "Anything you can do..." she said. To be continued, as Katrina’s apartment...