The Collection (Volume 2): 5 More Tales of Erotic, Girl on Girl Lust (The Collections)

by Caitlyn Norrel

  Just the thought of the other blonde was turning Chelsea on, and she was already imagining the feeling of Chandler’s naked skin against her own flesh. Another few minutes ticked by, but time itself had slowed to a crawl, and she lost her patience. She gave her beautiful body one more glance in the mirror, then turned off the lights and sauntered down to the pool.

  She entered the area over half an hour before closing; but as her eyes scanned the almost empty room, she saw the most gorgeous blonde she had every laid eyes on. Chandler was already here.

  Chelsea slowly lowered herself into the pool, and the two women locked eyes. The sexual tension mixed with the sudden chill of the water running over her perfect body caused an almost instant reaction, and she could already feel her nipples beginning to poke through her bathing suit.

  Chelsea glanced around, but saw no one else. S he looked back towards the other blonde; and as the two women regarded one another with a mixture of hatred and lust, their bodies inched closer.

  After what felt like an eternity, the two warriors came together in the center of the pool. As breast pressed against breast, the two women drew in a sharp breath. Chelsea became immediately aware of Chandler’s nipples standing just as erect as her own; and soon the two rivals were twisting their breasts against each other in tight little circles, knotting their stiff rods together mercilessly.

  Chelsea felt her rival’s hands curve around her perfect hips beneath the water. She followed suit, slowly twisting her fingers through the waist of Chandler’s bikini. They both glanced up at the clock, shining like a beacon against the night sky. They had just minutes left before the contest of their lives.

  After what felt like hours, the clock struck twelve. The two beautiful blondes changed their hold and grabbed one another by the hair, crushed their faces together immediately at the tolling of the bells. The footsteps of the night watchman could be heard echoing down the hallway, and the two warriors forced their tongues deeply into each other’s mouth, pulling one another beneath the surface of the water.

  Their lips sealed immediately, causing a vacuum between their mouths where air could not escape. They glared at each other through the crystal water, each woman trying not to realize how beautiful her enemy looked through the sparkling hue. They tongued one another deeper to mask their mutual infatuation, each struggling to hold her breath against the other’s onslaught.

  At long last the area around them darkened as the pool lights were shut down. They continued to hold each other beneath the surface for several more seconds; neither blonde wanted to part from the most incredible underwater kiss either of them had, but eventually the need for air forced their faces apart.

  Chelsea and Chandler broke the surface of the water as one, tossing their heads back and gasping for air. Their fingers were still laced through one another’s gorgeous tresses as they brought their faces eye to eye, but as they breathed as one, they relinquished their grip.

  “The doors are locked whore!” Chelsea panted, glaring into the other woman’s eyes. “Nowhere to run now!”

  “Who’s running?” Chandler gasped back. “I’m the better woman, slut! The only one who doesn’t seem to get that is you!”

  The two blondes pressed in closely, letting their hands play at one another’s sides. They slid their hands up and down one another’s tight, muscular thighs, each woman giving the other a chance to catch their breath. Their wet hair curved seductively across one another’s face, and the two rivals felt another twinge of passion.

  The lights in the room may be gone, but the moon and the stars gave the two beauties more than enough light to navigate one another’s flesh. They stroked one another’s legs and asses, sliding up each other’s bodies towards each other’s breasts. They slid one another’s tops off before cupping each other’s tits lightly, pulling them together to compare size; and then breathed a sensual sigh as they found them to be completely identical.

  Chelsea had to calm her voice as she spoke, glancing back into her rival’s eyes. The moonlight reflecting in their visions gave each girl a sense of almost innocent wonder, like two virgin women about to fulfil their desires for the first time. “We have all night to settle this.” she whispered, glancing toward one of the lounge chairs to the left. “I’ve given you a taste of my power; I want to get a feel for your passion.”

  Chandler gave her enemy a wicked grin, excited by this sensual challenge. The two blondes stepped out of the pool, their half-naked bodies dripping across the tile as they walked side by side towards the lounge chair.

  When the two women reached their destination, Chelsea turned with an almost innocent smile. She reached out slowly, slipping her fingers through Chandler’s bikini bottom. Chandler reciprocated the gesture, and then the two women began to remove the remains of each other’s suit from one another’s gorgeous forms.

  The two women bent low at the waist, resting their faces upon one another’s shoulders as they slid the thin fabric slowly down each other’s legs. They breathed into one another’s ear, each girl almost ravenous with anticipation. They stepped away as soon as their bottoms lay on the ground at their feet, and neither could stifle a quiet sigh at the sight of one another’s gorgeous forms.

  Chelsea sat upon the edge of the seat, giving the other blonde a devilish grin. Chandler placed her hands gently upon the other woman’s bare shoulders, guiding Chelsea’s body down upon the comfortable lounge before placing her knees upon the fabric. The two rivals gave a sensual hiss as flesh found flesh at last. Chandler lined her skin up with Chelsea’s before bringing her body slowly down upon her sexual rival.

  For several minutes the two blondes simply lay together upon the chaise, breathing in one another’s sexual aromas. Each woman could feel the other’s perfect breasts compressed against her own, and just the feeling of bare skin pressing against bare skin was beginning to drive the two women crazy.

  Chelsea reached towards her rival, taking the other blonde lightly be the hair as she began to guide their faces close. Chandler took the other woman’s cheek in the palm of her hand, breathing a sensual sigh into Chelsea’s waiting mouth. The two women gazed deeply into one another’s eyes as their lips brushed together, finally sealing into the tender kiss each woman so desperately wanted.

  Their kiss was so sweet, so passionate, that it was almost impossible for the two women not to melt inside one another’s embrace. They gazed into one another’s beautiful eyes through half closed lids, neither woman wanting to admit to her desires.

  Chelsea and Chandler let their faces play against one another tenderly for almost half an hour. They waged a silent war with their gentle kisses, pulling on one another’s lips affectionately before letting go, then waiting for her rival to return the favor. Their tongues would occasionally snake from their gorgeous mouths, but even then they would meet only with a fondling caress.

  “You truly are a beautiful woman.” Chandler whispered, finally parting her lips from Chelsea’s equally tender pair. She shifted her body against her rival’s, placing the front of her cunt against the other blonde’s pussy. The sudden contact caused the two women to squirt almost immediately, bringing them back to the reason they were together. “But I’m just a little bit better.”

  “I hate to break it to you honey” Chelsea breathed. “But I’m the better bitch here.” She moved her body slightly beneath the other woman’s embrace, bringing their cunts into more deliberate contact.

  The bitter sensation caused their pussies to leak just a little more, and the two blondes moaned quietly between them. Slowly the two women began to move against each other, letting their most intimate regions run along each other gently.

  Their battle gradually began to intensify as the minutes wore on, and soon the light pressure their current position allowed wasn’t enough to satisfy the two horny women. Their bodies squirmed against each other in sexual frustration; then Chelsea issued a challenge they each had silently been fantasizing about.

  “You really th
ink you’re better, slut?” Chelsea growled, glaring into the other blonde’s face challengingly. “Then prove it! Sixty-nine, right now! Let me see you really work that tongue!”

  “Bring it on then, whore!” Chandler accepted immediately. The two girls glared into each other’s eyes ravenously, each barely able to contain her excitement. “I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll never be able to get the feeling of my tongue off of your skin!”

  “Delusional tramp!” Chelsea retorted. “We both know I can eat pussy better than you! I’m going to devour that little cunt of yours whole!”

  With Chelsea’s words their naked bodies twisted, positioning themselves for battle. Chandler placed her hands firmly upon her rival’s thighs, spreading the other blonde’s legs wide. She glared down at her rivals gorgeous cunt, and gave a raspy moan when she felt Chelsea’s hands constrict tightly around her ass.

  Chelsea stared up into her rival’s glistening pussy as it dangled tantalizingly above her. A small drop of arousal fell from Chandler’s sexhorn into Chelsea’s gaping mouth; and she uttered a quiet sigh as the liquid splashed across her tongue. She truly was locked up with the most sexual being she had ever known.

  Chandler lowered her body slowly upon her rival’s, her heart racing with anticipation as more and more of their skin came into contact. The two ravenous blondes were practically squirming inside with excitement; and as soon as their prize was in reach the two women cried out with lust, burying their faces between one another’s thighs.

  “Oh God!” Chandler moaned immediately. The other blonde had wasted no time in her assault, and she squirmed with painful delight as she felt Chelsea’s tongue work deep into her vagina. She heard an equally sexual moan escape her enemy’s mouth as she followed suit, letting her tongue explore this foreign wetness.

  Chelsea wrapped her entire mouth around the other woman’s sexhole, forcing her spit into every crevice she could find. She felt a wad of saliva splash against her own pussy, then squirmed as Chandler’s fingertips expertly spread the liquid into her flesh.

  “Fuck!” Chelsea moaned. “Oh yes…come on bitch, fuck yes. Fuck yes!”

  “Harder!” Chandler squealed. “More…More! Come on slut, I need more!”

  The two blondes writhed against each other’s merciless onslaught, each girl burying her face again between the other’s thighs to stifle their helpless cries. They could hardly believe they were locked together in such sexual combat; and yet neither wanted the night to end.

  Harder and deeper the two sexual, precious women tongued, violating one another’s gorgeous bodies in the most delicious ways possible. Each girl could feel the other’s breath moaning loudly against her clit, and they began to focus their attack on one another’s center of pleasure.

  Faster and faster the rivals lapped, teasing and sucking at one another’s clitoris with a primal rage. The two girls squirmed against each other with absolute pleasure, each woman bringing the other closer and closer to the climax they both so desperately desired.

  Their bodies quaked violently as they gave a strangled cry, each woman burying her nails into the other’s flesh. Their cunts rocked against one another’s tongues as the final seconds elapsed, both women grinding their pussies into each other’s face with heated passion. They fought viciously to contain their orgasm, to outperform one another if only for a second, but their lustful howls could not hide their vicious excitement.

  With a strangled cry the two vixens threw their heads back, uttering a cry that would have shaken the heavens. The two women gave one final jerk as a ferocious orgasm came over their bodies, coating their legs with a vicious spray.

  Their combined orgasm seemed to last for hours, beautiful bodies violently quivering and squealing as unbelievable ecstasy washed over them. Their fervent cries lowered themselves into quiet moaning as the seconds passed, finally descending into a silent panting as their climax continued to wind down.

  Once their flesh had finally grown still, the two blondes uttered a contented sigh. They brought their lips down upon one another’s pussies gently, lapping the arousal from one another’s skin. Their bodies shifted again, until the two gorgeous girls lay again face to face. They gazed at one another through half closed lids, then let their cum-stained lips meet with tender kisses.

  “You really are good…” Chandler whispered. “I can hardly believe that someone as adept as myself truly exists.”

  “There’s more where that came from.” Chelsea breathed. “This is the hottest any other woman has ever made me feel…I think I could do this forever.”

  “I could too…” Chandler replied, then glanced back towards the pool. “But first, I think our bodies could use a little rest.”

  “I think so too.” Chelsea agreed. She waited for Chandler to move before climbing from the lounge. The two blondes waded again into the pool, and as the cool water flowed over their tender skin they breathed a sigh of relief.

  They held one another closely, kissing with a tenderness they no longer had to fake. Neither were sure when the fires of combat would rekindle; after all, they still had yet to decide a victor. But as plush girl lips slowly caressed plush girl lips, they let themselves melt into each other. At least for now, their conflict didn’t matter.

  The two blondes lost all track of time in their sensuous embrace, but as their eyes finally parted to glance at the sky above, they could see the faint glow of the morning sun beginning to make its way into the horizon.

  “Follow me.” Chelsea whispered, gazing back into the other blonde’s eyes. As Chandler gave a slow nod she stepped from the pool, then reached down to help her counterpart to her feet. They didn’t even bother to put their suits back on, sauntering down the empty hall together in their nude glory.

  Their tongues snaked into each other’s mouths as the elevator took them to the third floor, and then Chelsea led the other woman to her door. She stepped inside, then waited for her rival to follow her through. Chelsea took the other blonde’s face in her hand, guiding Chandler’s face slowly towards her own.

  “Kiss me, bitch…” she whispered; and the door shut lightly behind them.

  The Better Seductress

  Luna glanced around the lavish domain of the emperor’s quarters, taking in the riches she would soon be a part of. Piles of jewel-incrusted pottery, mounds of gold coin; and soon they would all be hers.

  A young Julius Caesar moaned quietly upon the bed behind her. She glanced back at him, running her fingertips lightly through her short, raven hair. The king lay upon the sheets, writhing as if he were stroking a lover; but he was all alone.

  Luna was a seductress; a special type of sorceress whose powers lay most prominent in their sexual whims. Even among the most powerful enchantresses, a seductress is given great respect. A seductress’s beauty is matched only by another’s; and they have crafted ways of controlling mortals that no other sorceress could.

  Luna chuckled at how easy it had been to manipulate even the most powerful man in Rome. Her magic had ensnared him at once. He had begged for her body like a baby, even swore upon the river Styx that he thought her more beautiful than Cleopatra herself. He had offered her riches beyond the reach of any mortal woman; and she hadn’t even had to take off her dress.

  Then, without warning, Luna’s body shivered. It was a sensation both comforting and frightening, warm and cold. The torchlight around her grew dim as she turned around, and her flowing white gown whispered upon the stone floor as Luna glanced into the shadows.

  Valerie Blake stepped lightly from the darkness. Even among the ranks of seductresses she was revered. Almost every sorceress knew her name; and as Luna glanced across Valerie’s perfect body and short blonde curls, she understood why.

  Valerie walked past Luna slowly, never letting her eyes stray toward the brunette’s form. As she passed, her jet-black, velvet dress brushed against Luna’s silk gown; and at once Luna could feel this woman’s sexual aura kindling against her own.

  “Well, Caesa
r was supposed to by my catch.” Valerie whispered. She kept her eyes on the emperor’s moaning body for some time before turning, finally glaring into Luna’s eyes. “But it looks like you got here first. Not bad…for an amateur.”

  Luna felt a wave of anger shoot through her body. “I’m no amateur.” the brunette replied coldly. “I may not be as well-known as you are; but that’s only because I haven’t decided to whore myself out to everyone who looks at me.”

  Valerie’s lips tightened slightly at the brunette’s disrespect. She started towards the brunette slowly, never letting her eyes part from Luna’s for an instant. “Honey, if you were even half the woman I am, tales would be told of your beauty all across the globe.” She hissed. “And I’ve never heard of you.”

  “My name’s Luna.” The brunette replied, mirroring Valerie’s catlike approach. “And any stories I’ve heard of you must be terribly misleading. You are sexy, it’s true; but I can already tell that I’m the better bitch.” Even as she spoke, Luna struggled to keep her voice from shaking. She knew what her words might instigate; and the thought alone excited her.

  “Brave words, girl.” Valerie muttered, then smiled with such a false sweetness that the sight alone put a bitter taste in Luna’s mouth. The blonde waved her hand lightly through the air, splitting open a rift into the netherworld.

  “If you’re so sure of that body of yours, why don’t we have a little competition?” Valerie continued. “I doubt you’ll feel so confident when our bodies are standing together, flesh pressing upon flesh.” The blonde turned toward the portal, glancing back to the brunette seductively as she uttered her challenge. “And to make things interesting…the loser must surrender the entirety of her powers until the coming of the next full moon.”

  Luna watched Valerie’s body vanish into the rift, and felt a shiver run across her skin. She had never before actually engaged in a sexual contest with another seductress, let alone against someone who was so well known. She had seduced many women before; but this was the first time where she and her target would begin on equal playing fields.