Submission: A Nemesis/ SSW tale-Part 2

They lay there on the sweat-slippery mat, locked together as one. The two women looked to be frozen in place, not moving, except for the ripple and quiver of straining muscles. But immobilized as they were, they never quit struggling to clasp the other in a submission hold that would determine who was Alpha. Each was panting heavily, their lungs striving to feed oxygen to their starving muscles.

Nemesis reached deep within herself and poured even more strength into her scissors, clamping her powerful thighs even tighter around the Russian's sinewy waist. With a groan of effort, Nem reached up and slid one muscular arm around Olga's neck and locked the hold in place. She pulled the beautiful woman to her with encircling arms and her scissoring legs. The Soviet Superwoman turned her head so that her hot breath panted against Nem's cheek, her lush lips only scant inches away from her own.

Without warning, The Olga turned her head and her mouth clamped down hard on her opponent with a savage kiss. The woman's hard tongue wrestled with Nem's, sucking hard, holding her opponent's mouth glued to hers by suction. With her free arm, Nemesis brought a hand down to Olga's hard-curved buttocks, gripping the yielding flesh tightly, amazed at the resilient musculature that flexed against her hand. The Golden Court warrior pulled the big Russian sharply against her with her cupped hand, while at the same time clamping down on her scissors-hold.

The two strong female bodies strove against one another, more like a pair of lovers than fighters. Their naked bodies slid against one another as they strained together, hard-flexed muscles and smooth flesh rubbing and sliding tightly together, all lubricated by the drenched sweat that filmed their struggling bodies.

Nem's sleek hips pumped up and down like a piston against the Amazon's body which was captured between her scissored legs. Olga's pelvis provided a hard but yielding surface for Nem's labia to press against. Nemesis slowly rubbed her already moisten sex up and down against that of her opponent's. With every squeeze, with every hard thrust of vulva against vulva, she could feel Olga's huge clit growing larger and stiffer. 

The rhythm of their movements slowed, less pounding and more grinding. The friction was all these embattled women needed to reach a masturbatory orgasm. It was the same kind of labial friction that always brought Nemesis to a thunderous climax. It was one reason she loved to wrestle in naked erotic combat with an equally muscular opponent, just as she was doing now!

And she soon realized that the amazonian woman locked against her was experiencing the same arousal. She had already told herself, it was too early for climax! First, she needed to prove herself as the dominant, to win the position as Alpha Female.

It was at that very second that the two women unexpectedly gave up their holds around one another and fought loose to crawl across the mat to safety. Nemesis knelt there on the mat, chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath. Nem looked across the mat at Olga, who was still on hands and knees as she gasped for breath. For a moment both of their eyes met.

Olga's nipples were aroused and hard, her heavy pectoral muscles heaving. She, too, was wet at the crotch, aroused by their wrestle. Olga had never been so turned-on by another woman like this before. This titanic test of strength was beyond what either of them had expected when they had first locked holds. And now that their naked bodies were comfortable with one another, had tasted of each other's strength and wrestling ability, their contest was about to enter a new phase.

There was no preliminary sparring this time. The two warriors met in the middle of the mat, locked holds, and began straining together, each trying to gain an edge over the other. They had both stepped into a standing embrace, their muscular arms twining around one another in dual hugs. Olga tightened her bear hug, adjusting her grip until one hand was gripping her other wrist, locking the hold even more tightly. She was treated to a quick gasp of pain from Nemesis's lips.

Nemesis knew that she must counter that devilish hold quickly, and so she replied with a bear hug of her own. She dug the fist of her clenched hands deep into the solid muscle of the Soviet Superwoman's lower back, squeezed hard with her powerful arms, and was rewarded with a whoosh of escaping breath as the air was driven from the Russian's deep chest.

Now both women were pouring every single ounce of strength into their bear hugs. The chins were resting on each other's shoulders, cheek-to-cheek, breath gusting and panting as they put even more pressure into their holds. They appeared to be joined at the waist; their sleek hips grappled tight, thighs locked and straining, bodies plastered together. Sweat trickled down between their naked chests whose hard nipples jousted with one another. The feel of solid pects pressing and rubbing together was almost more than either woman could take without screaming out in sexual frustration.

Although neither woman relaxed her grip, they leaned back until each could see the other's face. Their hair was by now wet and plastered to their skulls, their eyes wide and shining with intensity as they gazed at one another. 

"You wrestle well!", Nemesis chuckled. "I haven't felt this aroused from a contest of strength in years! Shall we see where it leads?" she asked with a lazy, predatory gleam in her lioness eyes.

Nemesis, seizing the moment twisted in the clasp of her opponent's sweat-slick arms, reached up to lock an arm around the woman's neck, dipped her shoulder, and threw Olga in a flailing arc onto the mat. This time she followed her opponent down to the, leaping upon her before Olga could scramble way.

The Golden Court's finest quickly glued herself full-length against the Superwoman's muscular body, grapevining the woman's long legs and spread-eagled Olga's arms, pinning them to the mat. She rode the heaving body beneath her supple weight, while Olga bucked and lunged like some wild mare in heat. Nemesis hunched her wide shoulders, using all of her considerable strength in holding the Russian's wrists pinned to the mat. Groaning in frustration, Olga fought savagely to take away her opponent's advantage.

The white haired wrestler looked down at her raven-haired opponent. "Do you yield?" Nemesis asked, hoping she knew what the Soviet amazon's answer would be. There was still fight left in the other woman, this was not yet over.

Almost without realizing what she was doing, Nemesis lowered her head and pressed her lips onto Olga's. It was a hard, feverish kiss. Their tongues wrestled and jousted with a wildness of their own, even as their two naked bodies grappled tightly together. Nem moved her mouth from Olga's and began nibbling and lapping slowly along the other's columnar neck, tasting the salty sweat, smelling the musky odor of the other woman. Her lips felt the curved strength of the Russian's hard-flexed deltoid, then slipped downward until they made contact with the satiny bulge of the woman's strongly molded bicep. Olga's arm surged with sudden strength, bulking up against the other's searching lips, giving silent evidence of the her massive, untapped power.

Nemesis gave a quick gasp of pleasure and pressed herself harder against the naked body beneath her own. Once again their Venus mounds ground together, hips pounding and bucking, as if the two bodies were trying to become one. With a frenzied cry, Olga bridged upward and twisted hard, unseating Nemesis from atop her. Surprisingly, Soviet Superwoman did not merely roll over until she was on top, but rather she flipped her big body in midair so that the two females were now head to toe in a classic 69 position.

Olga reached down and cupped the twin hard globes of Nemesis's ass, pulling herself downward until her lips were poised over the now wet lips of Nem's vulva. Her face was tickled by her curly triangular mat of thick pubic hair as her tongue pressed and nuzzled its way into Nem's vaginal cleft. With increasing urgency, she nibbled at the hard tip of Nem's clitoris, all the while probing ever more deeply into the woman's steaming, wet tunnel. It was at that exact moment that Soviet Superwoman felt an excited set of lips begin pleasuring her own vagina. 

After several moments the two women rolled apart, breaking the 69 position in which they had been locked together. Immediately, they joined back together, but this time facing one another as they lay full-length in a tangle of limbs. Their lower bodies were hard locked, cunt hair tangled, clits engaged in their own wrestle. Their hips began to pump, both their nude bodies were locked together so tightly that it was difficult to tell which straining limb belonged to which wrestler. They were a squirming lump of over-heated flesh, so drenched with sweat that they were nearly too slippery to gain any lasting holds on one another. So they were content for the moment to merely girl-fuck.

The continued pumping of their hips kept the joined clits in a state of constant ecstatic explosiveness, incredibly sensitive sex nubs pulsing as the long-awaiting climax roared down upon them. 
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This is part two, the first part can be found in 's profile. Of course they wrote this, I did the art.