TANGLE OF LEGS, part 14 (Patreon)

Evelyn felt her nemesis thrusting squeezing a little tighter with her thighs, and she returned the squeeze with a little more energy, forcing from both red-haired beauties a long guttural groan. From Evelyn’s throat came not only moans of pain, however, but also exhalations full of impatience and longing. After weeks of visualizing Lorene’s legs in her mind, to feel them now between her own, tight muscle against tight muscle, hot skin against hot skin, stimulated her whole being like nothing else ever had before. She couldn’t help but gasp with more than just effort as her proud legs measured themselves against her counterparts, her clenched teeth unable to stop the saliva spat out by her hisses of hatred.

There was no articulate word other than some stifled ‘bitch’ during the first moments of the leg duel. They were intense, desperate instants of squeezing and being squeezed, of leg rubbing and readjustment, grunt after grunt and moan after moan, in a cramped room in a lonely floor. Minute after minute, Evelyn felt increasingly immersed in a fog, disconnected from the reality of paperwork and calls from work, the materiality and routine of the ordinary world being crushed under the pressure of formidable legs.

Soon, Evelyn’s whole body started to burn hotter and hotter, its ardor joining the hostile fire exuding from Lorene’s twin body, both sexy rivals showing each other how much muscle power and female animosity they had for the one who had dared to confront them. The redhead from the 12th floor noticed small bursts of shivering in her nipples, in her navel, between her thighs, but that only intensified her instincts for dominance.

I’m going to tear her… Evelyn couldn’t even finish her thought. As quickly as it started, it was all over: out of nowhere, she was surprised with an immediate, sordid orgasm bursting between her warring long legs. Her cry of astonishment was a short muffled howl accompanied by a burst of hot tears in her eyes, the carnal earthquake running up and down her body as her muscles lost strength to Evelyn’s misery. She braced herself for the worst, knowing that such an unexpected turn of events has just put her in a weak position, and at the mercy of Lorene Mlakar. But amazingly no victorious squeeze came from the other tall green-eyed redhead. When Evelyn was able to focus her attention on her leggy foe, she saw her moaning and shuddering in what could be nothing more than another lascivious climax.

As if suddenly the other woman’s body was poisonous, Evelyn kicked it away from her at the same time her enemy did it. Breaking apart in the cramped copier room, both females leaned their backs against the machines, sitting facing each other. Trying to regain her breath, Evelyn surveyed Lorene’s sweaty body, her white blouse soaked and pierced by the stiffest nipples she had ever seen in her life—until a few seconds later, a hot pulse made her look down and see her own erect nipples under her wet blouse, apparently as long as Lorene’s hard rods.

But the throbbing in her firm breasts was nothing compared to the palpitations in her crotch. Still trembling in post-orgasmic waves, Evelyn’s pussy felt exhausted. That wasn’t unusual for a mono-orgasmic woman like her, but it was really strange that she still had carnal desire after the climax, as if the cycle of pleasure had been restarted without any refractory period. Evelyn didn’t understand what had just happened, how she had suddenly ejaculated in the middle of a fight, with a woman, but even less that she was unexpectedly horny. Previous accusations about who was making who hard and who was a lesbian came to Evelyn’s head, with the unexpected double orgasm giving a new and very dramatic background to the argument.

“So the dyke was you in the end,” Evelyn found herself saying, going straight to the attack as if that could somehow exorcise her from her own carnal vulnerability. On her chest, her beautiful boobs moved up and down under her blouse to the rhythm of her still heavy breathing. “You set all this up just to rub up against me. Disgusting…”

“You have the nerve to say that after what has happened,” Lorene replied, her eyes teary, her skin sweaty. “You wanted to be between my legs just because you’re a pervert bating for the other side.”

“We both know perfectly well the way you look at me,” Evelyn counterattacked. “And the way you gasped and moaned when we were squeezing legs together. Fuck, you were doing it even while I was pulling your hair, bitch.”

“But you haven’t taken your eye off me, you cunt. And you were obsessed with me even before you saw me,” Lorene growled. “I’m not surprised how horny you got, moaning like a whore in heat against me.”

“Please, you dirty sow.” Evelyn straightened her back a little. “You’re the least likely to accuse me of anything. You just came.”

“You too.” Lorene narrowed her eyes. “Earlier and harder than me.”

“You first,” Evelyn countered. “And evidently, you harder.”

Silence fell over the entire floor after the latest dirty claims. Evelyn knew perfectly well that they had both ejaculated at the same time, or at least close enough that it was impossible to elucidate who came first, but she felt that convincing Lorene otherwise would feel like some sort of victory—a strange, filthy, unorthodox victory, but one after all.

“In your wet dreams, you arrogant lesbian,” Lorene spat out, starting to get up from the floor. “But I’m not falling for your games anymore. I’ve come to break your pathetic legs, and that’s what I’m going to do..”

“Is that so?” Evelyn leapt up, facing her tall rival centimeter by centimeter. “You can try it with your soft legs, if you dare again.”

“I’m going to destroy yours,” Lorene almost shrieked.

“No more of your lesbian bullshit, this is between our legs,” Evelyn replied. “And I promise I’ll beat yours for good.”

The rival redheads collided in the center of the small room, firm boobs to firm boobs. Evelyn felt some relief as she felt her long legs entwine against Lorene’s again, their rivalry getting back on track, but she couldn’t help but notice a small twinge of disappointment in the pit of her stomach—why, she wasn’t sure.

All secondary sensations and thoughts disappeared immediately, as soon as the strongest legs in town were back to squeezing each other, the two beauties on their feet that time. Maintaining eye contact with Lorene, Evelyn tensed her muscles at the same time and with the same power as her look-alike nemesis did, and again both women were forced to exhale pain with long moans and low grunts.

Almost immediately, after no more than ten, twelve seconds of muscle dueling. Evelyn’s legs began to burn, her flesh throbbing in tension against Lorene’s equally heated legs. The fire spread down, up and around, and her firm breasts squeezed against the other redhead’s sexy pair suddenly felt hypersensitized, her nipples over-stiffened. The skin behind her neck bristled, and then she knew.

Forewarned a second earlier that time, Evelyn felt another orgasm bursting in the depths of her sex. Throwing back her head and letting out an almost muffled groan, Evelyn cursed to herself—she had never had two orgasms in a row, and she had just had to debut her multi-orgasm capability now, at the worst possible moment. The only consolation was to feel Lorene suffering the same fate, the leggy redhead from the 52nd floor trembling against her as a lascivious shock once again humiliated her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around the other woman to support herself on her trembling legs, and the two beauties melted into a shuddering, humiliated hug. The heat of both young bodies was toxic, and Lorene’s steel-nippled breasts, some kind of dirty challenge.

“I hate you,” Lorene hissed in her ear, and absolutely all of Evelyn’s skin crawled with goose bumps at the brutal sincerity in her foe’s voice.

“I hate you too,” she answered, giving shape to the most primitive but honest feeling of her heart.

Then, Evelyn couldn’t take it, and roughly pushed Lorene away from her, against one of the photocopiers. With her damp crotch still throbbing, with her firm bosoms still aroused, she slapped Lorene’s face and, before her rival could react, she stormed out of the office. She was almost unaware of what she was doing until she found herself inside the elevator, descending to the 12th floor.

“What the hell?” she complained aloud. “What have we done?”

In the mirror of the elevator, she saw a red-haired beauty with wild hair, smeared mascara, and an wrinkled blouse. She immediately pushed the button to stop the elevator, knowing she couldn’t just show up at the office, all sweaty and disheveled.

“Fucking bitch,” she grunted as she tried to fix her hair and blouse. “How did all this fucking happen?”

Worse than the wet blouse was what she felt under her lifted skirt. Her panties felt beyond salvation, so soaked with female juices they were. Evelyn just wanted to get rid of them—she didn’t mind going commando for the rest of the day, as it was a better option than carrying around that wet, sticky reminder of the whole drama that had happened on the 32nd floor.

“I should have known that all this shit was nothing more than a trap by that dyke,” she said to herself. “She’s been thinking about me for weeks, listening to everyone talk about how hot I am, about my perfect legs, about my ass and my boobs. She’s obsessed!” Evelyn placed her hands on her hips, and observed her body in the mirror. A surge of pride ran through her entire being. “She is dying of jealousy, and at the same time she wants all of this. It didn’t take anything for me to make her squirt hard twice! And that’s because I’m better than her!”

Evelyn licked her lips, clinging to whatever logic her own words had to make her feel better about what had transpired between her rival and herself. She rejected any intrusive thoughts about her own weakness, about the duo of consecutive orgasms drawn almost effortlessly from her. She hadn’t had sex for a while, that had been it. So she took a breath, gave one last satisfied glance at her body, and focused a bit. She remembered that in her car she had a spare blouse, and everything she needed to do her hair and makeup again. She just needed a little luck and not to run into anyone in the basement parking lot of the building.

Then, when she was presentable again, she would think about what to do with Lorene Mlakar.