A Night in Harlem

That being their mutual plan, they two planned to accentuate every contact, and let linger ever hold that a man might find pleasing. Such intent was enacted from the very first move, as the two ebony beauties clasped their fingers tightly, hands and arms held straight out from their sides. In such a lockup, they pressed their breasts into each other, letting tit flesh spill out from either side of their press, only to be once again gathered, and reasserted in the next adjustment of bodies. And as such a collision of chests went on above, so did one begin below, as Yvonne and Yvette each placed a single thigh between the other's legs, and though they pretended it was for leverage, they instead used it to make it appear the two were grinding on each other. A sight they knew would please Theo, and in that assumption they were right -- a passing grade given to them as each caught Theo, out of the corner of their eyes, stroking the cock.

So much was equal about them, so much was thick about them, that they each began to feel as if they were wrestling against themselves. Every curve mirrored. Every flat shared. Different only in the shades of their beautiful black skin. An equality which began to surface in a way less visible, as soft, barely audible moans began to escape both of their lips, just as they brought their heads down to rest on the other's shoulder. What? How? Why? They each began to ask themselves, unsure how wrestling, feigned for another could possible be turning them on. It was all an act, they thought, until they came to notice that on each grind done for Theo's benefit, their nipples danced together, and remained with unconscious intention, permanently affixed to one another's. Until they realized that the thigh they had located between the other's legs for appearance alone, was actually rubbing against the clit of their rival, and that they, without even known it, were rubbing their own clit on the leg of the same.

At the realization, and in horror, they each looked up to the other, anger and confusion in their faces. But as their eyes scanned their rival's visage for an explanation, of some answer as to what was happening to them, they found their gaze firmly drawn to the lips of the the other. The lips they had tasted. The lips they had tested. The lips they wanted to meet again with their own. The lips which....

Suddenly together pressed, again not in a kiss, per se, but in a sensual touching nonetheless. There, in that moment, they continued to grind together.... Their hot breath filling each other's mouths.... Their lips moving up and down together, as each mouthed threats and challenges to the other, without sound or hesitation.... Their tits mashing, and nipples fencing.... Their dripping cunts, rubbing back and forth on each other's pumping leg.... For a moment they together lost all semblance of control and concentration until suddenly, Yvonne felt the quick removal of her rival's thigh from between her legs, and the telltale feeling of the fabric of her panties, falling come down from her wet pussy, down to the carpeted floor below her.

"I win!" Yvette exclaimed, as she pulled away from Yvonne and took off her own panties in anticipation, leaving the bested black beauty beside herself with the feeling of betrayal, rage, and regret.

"Bitch ass dyke!" Yvonne charged at her victorious rival, intending to this time wrestle her for real, but no sooner did she start out, than did Theo, who had stood up, intervene. "Nope! Sorry little lady, fair is fair." The country boy said, as he took grasp of one of each of their hands, before he led them both back to the bed. There he pulled off his shirt, and laid back once again, this time, motioning for Yvette to climb atop his still rock hard cock, as he had promised to she who claimed the other's panties, and then, much to her relief, for Yvonne to climb atop his face.

Neither questioned, or complained, instead wasting not a moment before they took their seat, each feeling Theo enter them, Yvette by his dick, which after the preceding show was wet and ready for action, and Yvonne by his tongue, which he used like an artisan, causing her to scream out in pleasure, not moments after he began to work it against the walls of her cunt.

On it went, with both girls grinding themselves down, as he pushed his tools up, causing his two competing lovers equal pleasure -- equal ecstasy, but apart from the the similarity of their vocal reactions, Theo was blind. To their glares. To their gestures. To the way they began to lean towards each other, only slowed by the shaking which took to each of them with every stroke the country boy produced.

And though they found themselves slowed, distracted, and almost unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure being given to them, they each finally found the fortitude to reach out, and dig their fingers deep into each other's hair. With that grasp they did not pull, or yank, instead each simply held on, not wanting the other free to do as they would a top the man they wanted for their own. Such vices applied, the two African American beauties continued to ride, wave after wave of pleasure washing over them -- until the intensity of it all took from them their ability to do anything other than lean even further forward, pressing their foreheads together, just to keep from fainting. The weakness caused by Theo's carnal battering, and lapping, caused each girl to grow weaker, and weaker still, until their leaning, became laying, dangling breasts pressing together, each only able to remain upright with the help of the other.

Quickly however, such reliance and aid began to falter, as Yvonne began to feel Theo moaning into her own tongue-attacked cunt. She could tell he was close. That if she did not do something, he would cum -- into the sex of her rival, likely bringing an end to her chances of earning his interest over she. And so in an instant she made a decision, and in only one other, she decided to act, mustering what strength she could, to with a single, thick thigh-aided mega scootch forward, take herself off of Theo's incredibly agile tongue. As she did so, she raised her hands, and in a powerful shove, pushed Yvette off of the country boy's pussy juice-covered cock. A cock Yvonne then tried to take for her own, as she raised up her hips, and tried to lower herself down atop it. Yvette, not willing to share, or concede a prize she won, pushed herself back up, and forward. In mid-air her tits, stomach, and pubic mound met her rival's, resulting in both being knocked back, each of their cunts opening just enough for each to slide down either side of Theo's cock. As they came to a rest, Yvette found herself sitting just above the country boy's balls, and Yvonne sitting just below his stomach.

Glaring at each other, they each sat frustrated, whilst Theo remained intentionally silent, using the moment to flex his cock again, hoping to insight some form of re-engagement between the two. A hope which came true, as both women launched up and forward again, each trying to land themselves atop his pulsating cock, each desperately wanting it within them, and to themselves. But again did they meet in mid-air. Again, knocking each other backwards. And again their cunts, only barely off-angle, opened and slid down his cock, causing Theo to shudder with excitement and pleasure.

Feeling the reaction of the country boy, and hoping to please him by giving him more of what triggered it, each of the chocolate beauties set their hands down on the bed below them, and leaned themselves back. Once balancing themselves in such a way, they each in unison thrust their hips forward, up, and then slowly down on either side of his dick. To any who might have been watching, it would have appeared that the two rivals were tribbing each other, and in fact, upon every stroke, as much did happen, with clit meeting clit at every apex, and lip caressing lip, all the way down. And though it wasn't necessarily meant to, the combined stimulation caused they two pleasure, eliciting from each a loud a guttural moan. In secret, the two enemies began to press harder into their thrusts, hoping that they could earn more and more contact with the other, as Theo bucked wildly below them.

"Oh mah gawd!" Theo cried out, trying to think of baseball, and grandmas, and anything else he could to keep himself from cuming. But as much as he wanted to resist it, to let them continue tribbing on his cock, something that felt so incredibly good that he came close to passing out, he could not. So then quickly, before he had completely crossed the edge, he pulled his cock out from between their perfectly shaped thighs, so that he could come down from the highest highs he had ever known, and save himself the chance to continue on with this wild night in New York.

His sudden and unexpected retraction caused the two girls, who had subconsciously thirsted for more direct contact with each other, to find their thighs fully crossed, and their clits colliding together harshly. Their eyes, at the contact, shot open, and locked on, each looking to the other for some answer as to what they should do, without Theo's instruction, or cock over which to fight over.

As their eyes negotiated, neither moved, relented, or pulled back from their last trib thrust, leaving themselves pushing clit against clit with all of their might, their legs crossed, and bodies stretched out atop Theo, who continued to recover beneath them. But as second after second passed, and they continued their pubic press, trying to decide what to do with each other, pleasure turned to pain, and lust to anger once again. Such change led them to forego balance, for angle, and steadiness for strength, each determined to ... to ... well, neither really knew, other than that they did not want to be the one to give in. Such focus, and abandonment, led each to find themselves unstable atop their quarry, and while in such a precarious state, they together began to tumble down off of Theo -- each still scissoring the other -- each still pushing their clit against that of their rival.

Together they landed, on the side of the country boy's bed, their scissor broken, and their bodies detached from one another, each laying on their side. Without even a second of discernible delay, the two pulled themselves to their knees, and reached out for two handfuls of the other's hair. Once acquired, the two rivals began to pull violently, whipping each other from side to side, every careen threatening to send one or both of them crashing down to the ground. Out of pride and rage, they each tried to remain engaged, clinging desperately to their grips on the other's locks, despite the strength of their enemy's oppositely angled yanks. Too angry had they each become with the other, however, and too furious were each of their tugs, for either to resist the efforts of the other for long. And so, after only a minute of such struggle, did they both find themselves forced to release their grip on the other's hair, as they each sent the other crashing down on their side, to the carpet below, each facing in the opposite direction -- Yvette's head landing in front of Yvonne's well-trimmed crotch, and vice versa.

A moment passed, as each recovered on the floor, until their eyes in unison opened, and each of the women laid their eyes on, and then chose their new target. One which led them both to scootch their bodies forward, each intending to pry their rival's thighs apart. Despite that intention, both girls' legs were each too strong to be forcibly pulled apart by the meager force of the other, but in truth, neither required it. As in a strange, mutual, and almost welcoming way, they each accepted their new battle, by opening their perfectly thick thighs wide to one another, in so doing, inviting their enemy in, only sealing tightly their beautiful black legs around the other's head when mouths had been fully applied to their sex.

At first, they were gentle with one another's pussy. Nibbling lightly as a form of examination, biting as a warning of what each could inflict, were either's headscissor to become too tight. Between said uses of teeth, they licked, tasted, and probed, wanting to know exactly what their rival had, and how she would react with each stroke, and every insertion. In that way, they danced, parried, and communicated, each girl paying intense focus to what the other was conveying and revealing through her acts of carnal carnivoirie. But as seconds passed into minutes, and Yvonne began to feel secure in their offense-minded 69, she decided on a tactic she knew would take her opponent by surprise. Namely, to forego for the moment, any bites or attempts at inflicting pain, and to instead, go full bore into trying to get Yvette off.

That goal in mind, Yvonne reached around, and after using her rival's ample ass cheeks to pull herself closer, she drove her tongue deep into Yvette's cunt, though only after letting her tongue slide down her delicate and exposed clit. Once done, Yvonne did it again, and again, until finally she abandoned formula, for passion, unleashing a full barrage on her enemy's pussy.

Yvette, in stark relief, did not know what to do, and did not reciprocate, as she was not at all interested in truly pleasing a woman with whom she was engaged in battle. Despite that resistance, and her initial plans of doing more with the hold, she found herself so turned on, and so ravaged by her rival's tongue, that she forgot all of her goal, and situation. In fact, so great was her distraction, that she let her drooling mouth drop from Yvonne's pussy, and simply laid there on her enemy's pillow-like thigh, moaning loudly, unable, and frankly unwilling to fight back or counter attack.

Closer and closer she came to release, her moans and screams of ecstasy echoing off every wall of the loft, until finally, when Yvonne felt that Yvette was just about to give her a taste of her sweet juices, Yvonne retracted her tongue, and bit down hard. The attack was vicious and violent, so much so that the only juices released by Yvette into Yvonne's mouth were drops of blood, drawn painfully from the deepest reachable linings of her pussy. For her part, Yvette screamed in horror and pain, wildly squirming, trying desperately to escape Yvonne's powerful thighs, and devastating bite. Yvonne, however, did not relent, instead switching from a hard bite to a strong suck, wanting to take in as much of her rival's bite-drawn blood as she could, knowing that every drop would be more than useful in taunting her when they separated.

A separation that quickly came about, as Theo, now recovered, and ready for round two, pulled the two girls apart, and brought hem up to their feet. Once there Yvonne laughed maniacally, and Yvette sobbed, her hands holding tightly to her wounded pussy.

"I tell y'what, I leave you two to yourselves for 5 minutes, and we're 'bout to need an ambulance." As he joked, Yvette looked to him plaintively, her tears still coming, and her pussy still aching. And though she looked like prey, Yvonne like predator, her lips stained with blood, and her eyes boring holes into her rival, as she looked her up and down, sending the clear message that she would hurt her again, if she had the chance.

"Alright, y'all wanna use your mouths, here." With that, Theo pulled the two over, and laid back down on the bed, bringing one of the girls on either side of him. "Double blow job. And work together." As his command ceased, their eyes met, Yvette's still coated with tears, and Yvonne's still shining with the after effects of such a harsh and one-sided victory.

Despite the intensity of their last engagement, the two turned their heads to the side, move forward, and connected the tips of their lips once again, this time around Theo's fully erect cock. Together they worked, each on their own side, not together, but instead against one another, trying to impress the country boy with their ability to use both tongue and mouth to tantalize and please. What better way, they each thought to themselves, to let Theo see how much better they were than their rival, than to let him feel their skills simultaneously, on either side of his rod.

In that competition they warred, his rod playing the role of battlefield, each of the two girls making sure their lips remained touching at all times, as to make sure the pleasure they gave was never separated, so that Theo could better compare the two. In that role of both judge and jury, Theo laid back and enjoyed, only noticing the most miniscule of differences between the two and their head-giving abilities, each being a true master at the craft.

Minutes passed, with each girl passionately trying to get Theo to cum, and prove they were the better lover, but even after they had nearly exhausted themselves, they each found Theo not even close to release, and showing no signs of approaching it. And though Theo loved every moment of it, he could tell that each of his competing girls were tiring -- their tongues each slowing, and their ascents up and down his cock coming at a less and less frequent rate. Knowing that neither would allow themselves to quit, not without fearing that it would be seen as a loss to their rival, Theo used his hands, which had already rested on the side of each girl's heads, to grab a handful of their hair, and pull their lips apart, and off of his cock.

"Rest y'mouths, girls, and show me which one of you got the better tits to fuck." As each girl took a much needed moment to breathe, rest, and process his request, Theo began to shift his hips to the left, and then to the right, slapping his dick against each of the girl's heaving chests, not allowing either to lose their fire for him, and each other. That move was all that each girl needed to dive in, wrapping their ample tits around their half of Theo's saliva-slicked cock, their excess flesh meeting and sealing together at the nipple.

Aided by their cupping hands, both Yvette and Yvonne used every inch of their massive ebony breasts to try and encompass the entirety of the farmboy's giant white cock. In that attempt, and even with its admirable size, Theo's member began to disappear between the two women's pressing chests, leaving only its tip sticking out of the top of their mashed flesh. A tip which the two then hid within their mouths, as they sealed their lips together again, over the top of it, happy for a chance to rest, but each growing strangely addicted to their lip-to-lip contact.

At that point, having reconnected, and fully engulfed Theo's cock, the two began to rise and roll -- squeeze and slather, no longer encumbered by exhaustion, given the change of weapons and ways. In that new and competitive state, the two ebony beauties once again began to try to match and outdo the movements of their rival -- each trying to use what they considered their best asset, ones that were near equal in terms of size, not only for each other, but also the man they wanted desperately impress.

"Oh, yeah, Just like that." Theo instructed quickly, his voice stuttering with pleasure. And though there eyes were at first closed in focus, it did not take long for them to open them and lock them together in gaze, at the sound of Theo's fist moan, one they both had failed to elicit with their mouths. It was only the first of many, as the formerly silent country boy began to tense beneath them in pleasure. As a consequence of their shared glare however, and the fact that Yvette could still taste the blood from her own pussy on Yvonne's lips, anger and frustration began to well within her. A rage that grew and grew, as the Texan got closer and closer to cuming in their still-connected mouths, top lips pressed together, just above the center of Theo's rod. Yvette did her best to restrain herself, trying to focus on Theo, and out tit-fucking her rival, but such control was lost, when Yvonne gave a single wink as the two continued to glare into each other's eyes, an act which drove Yvette nearly mad with rage, she wanting desperately to pay her enemy back for what she did to her pussy earlier.