Dakota Fanning vs Kristen Stewart

Dakota found Kristen on her patio, lounging on a nice bathing chair. She sat next to her, and Kristen put off her sunglasses, looking toward her Runaways co-star.

"Hey." Kristen said.

"Hey you." Dakota looked at her up and down. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just relaxing." Kristen sighed. "What's up?"

"Well. I have just get some news that I think you'd be interested."

Kristen stood straighter. Dakota was not a very talkable type, so whatever the news - or gossip - was, it was certainly good. After all, she was the one that found out about Robert's cheating - a news that prompted Kristen to did the same. Unfortunately for the Twilight star, it didn't end well for her.

"Yeah?" Kristen raised her eyebrows. "What is it?"

"Well, it seems that Emma just lost to Bonnie in a sexfight match." Dakota said.

For a moment, Kristen did nothing. She just stared at her co-star, which in turn stared back, waiting for some kind of reaction. Finally, Kristen shrugged a bit and said, "Serves her well."

Dakota blinked. That was not the kind of reaction she expected from her friend. "Wait. You okay with that?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well. I think with Emma losing to a no-name girl, and - you have to hear this - dominated easily, you're going to give stronger reaction."

"Bonnie Wright is not just a no-name girl. She is a Harry Potter actress, starred in almost the whole series. And why should I care much?"

"Because she defeated you."

Kristen shot a glare toward Dakota, which did not back down even a bit.

"She was lucky," Kristen retorted. "We fought in a submission by orgasm match, and we orgasmed again and again until we both passed out. She woke up first and suddenly concluded that she was the winner. And - you have to hear this - I made her cum first."

Dakota shrugged. "She still defeated you."

"What's wrong with you? You think you can take her better than I did?"

"I am sure I could, actually."

Kristen narrowed her eyes. Dakota smiled, thinly, a little amused by her friend.

"Are you implying that you think you are better than me?" Kristen said slowly.

"Well, of course I think I am better than you," Dakota said. "It's just natural for us, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course," Kristen smiled. "So why don't we check it out, honey? Which one of us is actually better?"

"That's interesting," Dakota grinned. "I have been thinking to sexfight you since our Runaways days."

"Funny, I have never been thinking about that. I always think of myself better than you, no need for prove."

"Best not underestimate me, sis," Dakota stood up, looking down at her co-star. "You may have more experience in this, but I have more winning records."

"Against your make-up girls and high school friends," Kristen sneered. "But you're right - I think we need to straighten that soon."

"Oh, yes. Where do you want this? Right here?"

Kristen smiled. "Kiddo, I don't think the neighbours are going to be happy listening to your moans. Let's move to my bedroom, we can do whatever we want there."

"Yes, let's." Dakota said. Hand by hand, they walked together into Kristen's house, upstairs toward the bedroom.

-l-

Kristen's room consist of a large bed in the midst of things cluttered around. She closed the door behind them, locked it, and pulled Dakota near the bed. And then, slowly and sensually, she stripped free of her clothes.

"What's the matter?" She asked, aware of Dakota's stare on her. "Backing down already?"

Smiling, Dakota also removed her clothes. They stood fully naked against one another, staring into each other's eyes. Dakota was taller than Kristen, although not too much, and she used that advantage to looked at her co-star down.

"So," Dakota said, her voice was husky, "How do you want to do this?"

"I thought it was going to be an orgasm first... but now, fuck," Kristen swore. "I don't care with counting anymore. I will make you come again and again until you beg for mercy."

Dakota stepped forward. Their tits are touching, and both of them taken aback - a bit - by their opponent's hard, stiff nipples. Dakota held through, and said, "You're very arrogant."

"Pussy," Kristen hissed.

"Cheater."

"Weakling."

"Bitch!"

"Damn you!"

With that, Kristen grabbed Dakota's hair and threw her onto the bed. She scrambled over her, reaching her hands and held it down with all her knees. As a final touch, she slapped Dakota a little, chuckling.

Using her right hand, Kristen reached back and started fingering her co-star's crotch. Dakota looked up, holding on. She tried to free herself from Kristen's pin. Only one minute and she's already trapped - she finally realized Kristen was in for the kill. The game was truly on.

With that, Dakota used her tongue to lick Kristen's open - and unguarded - pussy. She spat and licked, kissed and bit. For her part, Kristen started moaning and gyrated her pussy on Dakota's welcoming tongue.

Smiling, Dakota knew she almost got it in her hand. But one thing she didn't expect was Kristen moved a bit forward and put almost all her weight on Dakota's face. With her oxygen supply being cut, Dakota started to squirm.

"Gotcha," Kristen smirked. She kept fingering her friend, faster with each second. Dakota tried to wiggle her way out, but Kristen's legs and knees were too strong and she was too heavy. Not being able to free herself, Dakota started licking and kissing Kristen's crotch again.

Several minutes later, Dakota finally moaned loudly. Kristen moved back a bit, giving way for her friend to take a breath. The sudden surge of oxygen made Dakota sighed heavily, and it also made her let go of her guard. Kristen used her left hand to pinched Dakota's nipple, which elicited gasp from the Jane actress.

"Cum!" Kristen ordered, and Dakota came hard, right then and there. She spasmed and rocked her body, squirting on the bed, her eyes became white and her mouth opened ajar.

Finally, she settled down, and Kristen, with winning smile, pulled her legs from Dakota's hand to hug her like a pillow. She kissed her sensuously.

"Bitch..." Dakota whispered.

"Weakling," Kristen retorted. Nibbling Dakota's lower lips, she asked, "Give up?"

Dakota closed her eyes, her breath was heavy. She took a deep, long breath, then sighed to calm down her body. Atop of her, Kristen was still nibbling her lips and nipples, playing them, teasing her. She even could sense her co-star's smirk.

"Really, Fanning? That's all you've got?" Kristen asked.

Dakota opened her mouth a bit, but Kristen couldn't hear what she was saying. She put her head closer to Dakota's mouth and asked, "What?"

"I said," Dakota whispered, "My turn."

With that, Dakota hugged Kristen tightly and roller her fast. She pulled her body upward a bit, and then brought it down with all her weight behind onto Kristen's. Their breasts were mashed, and Kristen got her breath taken from her. She was paralyzed.

Wasting no chance, Dakota sat up, straddling Kristen on her stomach. She reached down and squeezing, jiggling, pinching and pulling Kristen's breasts. Seconds later, being recovered enough from the damage Dakota gave her, Kristen reached up and did the same thing to her breasts.

"Your tits are soft," Dakota said huskily. "So soft."

She pinched Kristen's nipples, this time hold onto them for a moment before letting them go, which elicited loud moans from Kristen. It's true: Kristen's breasts, although clearly larger in size than Dakota's, definitely much more soft than Dakota's small, firm tits.

"Fuck you," Kristen retorted.

"No, Kristen. Fuck you," Dakota said.

Playing their breasts turn them on fast, and Dakota leaned forward, kissing her friend. She brought her legs together behind, laying flat on top of Kristen. Opening her legs, Dakota wrapped herself around Kristen's waist. Kissing amorously, Dakota started grinding her pussy into Kristen's.

"Come on Kristen. You're just lucky back then, apparently," Dakota taunted. "Is this the best you can do?"

Kristen wiggling her body from side to side, grinding her pussy into her Dakota's. That brought moans from Dakota, which in turn went faster in fucking Kristen. Thinking she had it in the bag, Kristen wrapped her hands tightly behind Dakota, but the blonde actress's nipples - clearly much harder than Kristen's - ground her breasts hard, bringing gasp from the brunette. Dakota kissed her neck and throat, which finally did it: with a loud squeal, bucking, and thrashing, Kristen went off.

She held onto Dakota very tightly until the sensations passed. Their breath were far more heavy than before, their sweats made their bodies glistened. Looking into each other's eyes, they started kissing.

"Wow." Kristen sighed. "That was great."

"Thank you. You are not too bad." Dakota said.

They kissed again, closing each other's eyes this time. When their breath became normal again, they asked the question, "Ready to go again?"

"Of course. Let's go pussy to pussy now. No rest, until one of us submit." Kristen challenged.

"Fine with me."

They stood up, facing each other. Kristen spread her legs apart, thrusting her pussy at Dakota in an obvious challenge. Dakota, in turn, accepted the challenge, moved toward Kristen, and opened her legs. They met together with their right leg extended to push it against each other's open pussy. They grabbed each other's ass with both hands to pull even closer and harder. They both started to moan, and at the same time brought their open mouths together in a very passionate kiss.

With each thrust they moaned loudly at the contact and the ecstasy having their pussies locked together brought to them. Kristen said, "I love hearing you moans. Come for me!"

Dakota replied, "I'd love to come for you, baby! As soon as you come for me. Come!"

Kristen leaned forward so their face were so close and said, "You’re coming first, and I'll make you cum again and again."

"Oh no you won't"

"Let's see."

They were both so intense they locked their hands in each other's hair, and started to pull while at the same time pussy-fucking each other.

It turned out Dakota's stamina were less good. She squealed loudly, couldn't keep herself from the sensations, pleasure racked her bodies. She came all over the bed, clutching Kristen until the sensations passed.

She gasped, trying to breath, and put her head down on Kristen's shoulder. She closed her eyes while Kristen were kissing, suckling her neck, bringing in the sensations again with much lesser scale, but still made her shuddered in delight.

Suddenly, Kristen surprised her by spun her around. They were facing a mirror now, and Kristen slid her right hand down onto Dakota's still wet pussy while her right hand massaging Dakota's right nipples. She squeezed and pulled the hard tits, and kissing her neck, and fingering Dakota fast.

"C... cheater!" Dakota gasped.

Kristen laughed. "Come! Give up to me!"

Dakota tried reaching back with her hands, but the move made her breasts arched up into Kristen's expert hand. Kristen grabbed and squeezed Dakota's breast, so much that she thought Dakota would sprout out milk. That brought loud moans from Dakota, combination of pain and pleasure racked her body. In a few seconds, she came very hard to the point of almost getting limp.

The tremors and sensations almost brought Kristen to orgasm, but she held on. Kissing Dakota, she spun the blonde girl around, laid her down, and brought herself flat atop of her.

The fight had gone from her, Dakota could only watch as Kristen rubbing their pussies together, squeezing and pulling her nipple, fingering her and kissing her. Sensations were building again inside her, and the last thing she remembered before closing her eyes were her own moans, orgasm, and Kristen's winning kisses.

-l-

She didn't know immediately how long she was out, just that it was already afternoon outside with streaks of red on the sky. She later found out she had slept for more than four hours. As her eyes focused, she saw Kristen propped up on one elbow looking at her.

"Are we finished?"

"Yes," Dakota answered slowly. Against her will, a soft smile spread over her face. "That was amazing."

"You are not so bad either," Kristen grinned.

They looked at each other, and finally, laughed. Dakota wiped her face, which was still full of sweat. Kristen, on the other hand, scooted closer to her and put one hand atop her body.

"I am sorry for saying bad things like that to you." Kristen referring to their taunting.

"Mm-hm. Apologize accepted." Dakota smiled.

"Bitch."

They stared at each other's eyes for a moment, then laughed again. They hugged each other, kissing and fondling. The contest had sucked away all their anger and frustation, and they could finally enjoy the moment.

"Dakota?"

"Mm-hm?"

"Do you think I should challenge Emma again?"

Opening her eyes, Dakota looked at her friend. She thought about it for a moment before answering, "Yes."

Kristen nodded a bit. Looking into her friend's eyes, she asked, "Do you think I can win?"

"Definitely."

They smiled at each other. Kissing again, sensations and pleasure, memories of the previous hours, came back to them. One foot brought atop Dakota's, Kristen asked, "Want to play again?"

"Oh yeah." Dakota smirked. "Bring it on."

Emma Watson vs Bonnie Wright

Emma Watson walked down the hall leading toward her room. The entire Harry Potter crew, celebrating the end of the franchise and their global success - breaking every known record of movie ticket sales - had retreated themselves to the comfort of Caribbean. They booked an entire island, playing on the beach together, eating like pigs, got drunk, mingling with locals, and - in case of Matthew Lewis and Tom Felton - sleeping with girls.

In all retrospects, they were all having the best time of their life.

So it should came as a surprise when Emma, all alone, went back to her bedroom a bit early that night - it didn't. She opened the room with her card key, get inside, and closed the door behind her. As she had expected, someone else had been waiting for her. Someone she knew well.

"Bonnie," she greeted her co-star and friend.

"Emma," she nodded, standing in the middle of the room.

Emma slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall around her feet. Below her night robe were a pair of white bikini which complimented her slightly tanned skin nicely. In contrast, Bonnie stood with a pair of dark bikini which contrasted with her pale skin.

They eyed each other's body for a while. "How did you escape from Tom?" Bonnie asked.

Emma shrugged. "Easy. Led her to Evanna. She immediately clutched him with her claws - literally. She'd been interested to fuck his brain off since couple years."

Bonnie chuckled a bit. "Poor Evanna. Poor Tom."

"Yeah," Emma grinned a little. She stepped forward, closing on Bonnie. "Are you ready for this?"

Their smile slipped off, Bonnie answered, "When you're ready."

They stood in silence, facing each other. Then, gently, they circled their hands around each other's back and started kissing.

Tongues dancing, hands rubbing and grabbing, they sucked and nibbled at each other until their face felt hot and their breathings got hard. Cutting off the kiss, Emma said, "Orgasm first lose?"

"Yes." Bonnie answered. "You want to free yourself from this?"

"Absolutely," Emma said, fingers yanking out Bonnie's bikini while her opponent did the same. They hugged each other, completely nude, and started rubbing their body together.

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Sexfighting wasn't new for them - both of them had done it with different people. In fact, all main actresses in Harry Potter franchise had done that at least once, mostly with each other. The working environment was very closed from outside world, and, in their teenage years, that means they could only 'experimented' with each other.

The first time for Emma was against Katie Leung - which she lost terribly. They had a rematch only weeks after that, in which Emma won with a very slight margin. They had planned for a final rematch, but hadn't found a suitable time yet, what with being busy and everything. Other than with her, Emma also had sexfight against girls in Brown and her make-up assistant - all of which she won.

For Bonnie, it was different. She tried it the first time against Clemence Poesy, who was older and much more experienced than her. They only 'tried it for fun' at first, but after three consecutive losses, Bonnie finally put more effort and won their last fight with a slight margin. The latest fight she had, she found herself dominating Shevali Chowdhury easily in an orgasm submission sexfight, making the Parvati Patil actress came again and again until Shevali gave up. She tried to fight Evanna before facing Shevali, and although being dominated and even toyed by the Luna Lovegood actress, she learned a lot from that fight.

Now, bringing all their experience with them, Emma and Bonnie went out against one another. Their tongue raked each other mouth, lips, sucking and biting and rubbing in all the right place. Emma pushed Bonnie toward the bed, and they tumbled atop it, rolling around. One second, Emma is on top, and the next, Bonnie is on top.

Finally finding themselves sitting cross-legged, Bonnie cut off the kiss and stared into Emma's eyes. Then, she looked down toward their erect nipples, and Emma immediately knew what would follow. Bonnie brushed her nipples against Emma's, bringing low moans from Hermione actress. Then, with great accuracy and expertise, she pushed her breast forward, pushing Emma's nipples slightly backward.

"Give up yet?" Bonnie smirked against Emma's lips.

"Not quite." Emma whispered. Forcing herself to resist, Emma brought her own tits forward and met Bonnie's tits until their nipples fully forcing each other. For a second, nothing happened. And then, much to Bonnie's dismay, her nipples were being pushed backward, slowly but surely, by Emma's. She bit her lips and push forward, but Emma's nipples were too strong and hard. As a result, she moaned loudly, feeling Emma's nipples violated her tits.

"I think," Emma said, smirking this time, "We've seen whose tits are better."

Bonnie gulped, and, with eyes half-closed, retorted, "Perhaps your tits are better. But the fight isn't over yet."

"We'll see," Emma said, using one hand to start rubbing Bonnie's thigh.

Bonnie moaned, louder this time. She knew it was just a matter of second before she was finished by Emma's long and expert fingers, and she knew she had to do something to prevent her losing. Grabbing Emma's hands, she pushed her co-star down to her back. Holding Emma's hands above her head, she looked into Emma's eyes for a second before proceeding to kiss her amorously.

Their lips and tongues battled, but this time Bonnie had the upper hand. Being on top, she held Emma in place, preventing her from moving. At the same time, whereas Emma's tits hold off Bonnie's before, the Ginny Weasley actress using her weight to flatten her opponent's breasts. It served her well - Emma moaned, and her moans became louder when Bonnie started moving slightly to left and right to rub Emma's tits.

"Not much better now, eh?" Bonnie taunted.

Emma tried to fight back, she tried to release her hands from Bonnie's death grip. But it made her focus wavered, and in a single moment of weakness, Bonnie's tongue forced Emma's back, and now Bonnie dominating their kiss.

Taking control most of Emma's assets, Bonnie started to rub their pussies together. She slipped one leg between Emma's thigh, and moving up and down, humping faster and faster. They started to moan together, getting louder and louder. Emma's eyes are closed, she felt her strength almost left her. But she held her orgasm desperately, she didn't want to lose, not like this, not against Bonnie, who hadn't had experience as much as she had, who was younger and more plain than her, and definitely less good in acting by her opinion.

"Cum, Emma!" Bonnie ordered. "Cum to me! Cum!"

"N... No..." Emma spoke breathlessly.

Bonnie felt something started building inside her, and she knew she herself wouldn't be able to held for much longer. Emma also knew that. She counted on Bonnie to cum first, to defend her own from orgasm until Bonnie came. She had faced Katie, who pounded her so hard and fast years ago, Katie whom she finally defeated, and many other girls. She believed she could win against Bonnie, and she wanted to make it happen.

Finally, Bonnie cut off her kiss. She put her head atop Emma's left tit, and, using her tongue, licked it repeatedly. She sucked Emma's tits, again and again, until Emma's moan became screams and her defences crumbled.

Emma orgasmed so hard, so strong, she released herself from Bonnie's grips and clutching Bonnie's back like an eagle clawing its prey. She screamed, she moaned, and Bonnie felt her own orgasm building fast. Their rubbings continued, and, slowly, Emma's orgasm subsided. Bonnie closed her eyes, holding back her own orgasm, clinging to the last edge she knew she owned.

Finally, Emma stopped, laid moveless, while Bonnie successfully held her own orgasm. It was a simple, yet strong, sign of power. Clemence did it before to her, in their first fights, and Bonnie had done the same ever since every time she won. It was a statement, saying: "You cannot make me cum."

Looking into Emma's face, Bonnie kissed her friend and co-star passionately. Feeling every fight had left from Watson, she sat straight, straddling Emma, and steadied her breathing. She used one hand to rub Emma's pussy, which stirred her friend a little, making her moaning again. She smiled, savouring the moment of her victory, and finally, sighed happily.

"I win," Bonnie said. Nothing much could be said more, but she added, "I am a better girl."

Emma, with her eyes still closed, muttered something that sounded like, "...rematch..."

Bonnie shrugged. "We will. But remember, I dominate you tonight. You've always talked about your wins, your experience, your victory against Kristen Stewart months ago. But tonight, I defeat you. You cannot even make me cum."

With nothing to say to that, Emma turned her head from Bonnie, who chuckled and got off of her friend.

She wore her bikini and night robe, and then looked at her reflection on the mirror. She thought she looked good, and she knew she would continue to fight other girls. The one she eyed on was Katie Leung, of course. And then, maybe, after she had gained enough experience, she would fight Evanna Lynch again.