MetinBölüm 4
Honeymoon Suite
İki sert iş kadını dar bir yolda çarpışır ve nefretlerinin çok daha tehlikeli bir şey olduğunu keşfeder. Bedenlerin, gururun ve özlemin dört rauntluk savaşı.
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İki sert iş kadını dar bir yolda çarpışır ve nefretlerinin çok daha tehlikeli bir şey olduğunu keşfeder. Bedenlerin, gururun ve özlemin dört rauntluk savaşı.
The letter was short. "Friday evening, at seven. I want to see your ass in jeans, bitch." Then the address of one of the best hotels in town.
Silke's pulse quickened as she read it. She could smell a trace of Verena's perfume on the paper, and with trembling fingers she laid the letter down and closed her eyes.
This time they would finally settle everything. They would determine the better woman.
Friday came quickly. Silke wore her tightest jeans and a short, sleeveless tank top that showed a centimeter of her belly. She spotted her hated rival in the lobby. Again the two enemies had instinctively dressed alike. Verena's tight jeans displayed her small, round ass perfectly and the bit of golden, creamy skin between her jeans and top nearly brought a wet spot to Silke's panties.
They walked towards each other, their gazes locked together. A few inches apart they stopped, and coldly looked each other up and down, taking in the sexy body of the hated enemy they had missed so much.
Verena slowly walked around Silke. Silke stood still, she shivered as their arms brushed together. Then she heard Verena's footsteps move a few meters away, she knew that her enemy was gazing at her ass. Verena wolf-whistled. Silke couldn't help but smile.
Verena walked past the honey-blonde, ramming her shoulder in the process.
Silke's eyes were now fixed on Verena's incredible butt as she followed her to the elevator. In her whole life, there had been nothing she wanted more than this fight, she couldn't wait to feel her enemy. Verena walked into the elevator, Silke followed fast.
Disappointed, Silke realized that the elevator had a glass front to the lobby. She was so eager to attack her hated rival.
Each woman stood at one side of the elevator, hands at their hips, their gazes piercing into each other like daggers. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation and sexual energy. The drive to the top floor seemed to last forever.
Finally they had reached the top floor of the hotel.
Verena opened the door. Facing each other, they entered sideways, never taking their gaze from the enemy.
The door slammed shut behind them. The two beautiful women were alone.
Steel-blue eyes locked to amber eyes. Only the heavy breathing of the two enemies broke the deep silence. Their fingertips caressed the rival's face gently and carefully, like something really fragile. Suddenly, with a hateful scream, they launched into each other.
Two spit-covered tongues burst out of hungry mouths and clashed together full length with a wet smack. Immediately the pink muscles started to entangle. Their lips sealed the duel, as their tongues pressed together, entwined, brought as much tongue-flesh into contact as possible. The tongues wriggled around each other, each trying to pin and control the other one to the roof or underside of the enemy's mouth. With every second the battlefield became wetter. Saliva ran down their chins, it was simply too much to be contained by their locked-together mouths.
Silke was ecstatic, she felt dizzy, almost drunken with lust and hate. The tongue fight ever increased in ferocity. Silke's tongue was exhausted, every move of it was painful, but she didn't slow down her onslaught.
The feelings were too much, Silke needed to release them. Her hands found Verena's straw-blonde hair and clawed into it. Seconds later she felt sharp throbbing pain in her own hair. Silke forced her eyes open, her gaze sunk deep into the beautiful wide-open eyes of her opponent.
Silke's crotch was wet and swollen inside the tight jeans.
The two beauties pressed their hot bodies harder together. Their breathing quickened as they started to quiver violently. Both forced their eyes to stay open and linked to each other, their tongues smashed together again and again.
Suddenly Verena changed the tactic. Instead of ramming her tongue into Silke's, she sucked Silke's tongue into her mouth.
Silke was taken by surprise. With a jolt of panic she felt her tongue pinned to the roof of her rival's mouth, held in place by Verena's sexy pink tongue. The moment of panic broke her resistance. She came heavily, Verena followed, still pinning her enemy's tongue.
The first victory was Verena's. But both fighters knew that many more battles would follow before the weekend was over, before one of them would come off as the better woman.
As the waves of pleasure slowly lessened, the two rivals separated. Each wiped the saliva from her face.
Verena broke the silence that they had shared since the lobby.
"Welcome to the honeymoon suite, bitch," she hissed into Silke's face.
Verena took the lead and brought Silke to a large living room. Two sides of the room had floor-to-ceiling glass fronts, the view over the city was breathtaking. On the marble table stood a wine cooler with expensive champagne, a basket with strawberries and other fruits, water bottles and a black, wooden box.
The bath was huge and luxurious with a giant Jacuzzi at the window.
Next was a bedroom dominated by a king-sized round bed.
At the door to the last room, Verena smiled and gestured Silke to enter first.
Silke entered suspiciously. The room must have been another bedroom, but it was completely emptied of all furniture. Floor and walls were covered by mattresses.
"What the fu..." Silke started, when without warning Verena tackled her viciously from behind. Together they flew through the air. Quick-witted, Silke turned around in midair, clawing at her enemy. In a heap they slammed onto the mattress.
Instantly their hands clawed into the enemy's hair while their legs entangled.
Both tried to wrap her legs around the rival's waist. Both hissed and screamed as they rolled back and forth over the ground.
Verena managed to secure a headlock and pressed Silke down. Silke kicked and struggled, Verena held on with all her strength. After desperate minutes Silke struggled free and rolled away.
Verena charged but Silke was very fast, she launched herself from the floor and rammed her shoulder into Verena's stomach, her arms shot forward to grab her rival but Verena wriggled out of Silke's grip and rolled away.
Full of hate they gazed at each other. Slowly both fighters stood up and circled around, searching for an opening in the rival's defense.
Verena kicked at Silke's side, Silke grabbed Verena's top to pull her down, nearly ripping the fabric. Their naked bellies and covered breasts smacked together painfully, kicking, clawing and screaming they tumbled to the floor.
Their jeans-covered thighs entwined and pressed together, each woman squeezed the enemy's thigh trapped between her own with every bit of strength available.
Silke's crotch was pushed hard against Verena's thigh, waves of pleasure raged through her whole body from her swollen labia trapped by the tight cotton fabric.
Her belly rubbed against the soft flesh of Verena's belly, her fingers pulled and clawed at straw-blonde hair, while she tried to ignore the sharp pain in her own, honey-blond hair. Their foreheads touched Verena's, as she snarled, growled and spat at the hated, beautiful face that filled all her vision.
Frantically both rubbed their crotch against the enemy's leg. The heat produced by the friction between the jeans became painful. Still every fighter tried to push the other one over to gain the position on top.
Suddenly Verena lost control, screaming she came. Silke instantly pushed her over and rolled on top, she pinned the shaking woman down, controlled every move of her helpless rival and finally came to her own climax on top of the exhausted body.
Full of pain and worn out, but glowing with excitement that she had evened the score, Silke rolled off her rival. Laying on her back, Silke tried to catch her breath. Suddenly she felt Verena's hand touching the waistband of her jeans. The enemy's hand invaded her wet panties and started rubbing her pussy.
After the initial shock Silke reached out, found and caressed Verena's wonderful navel, her fingers traveled down, found the waistband and entered.
Silke had some difficulties to get her hand inside the throbbing wet panties inside the tight-fitting jeans but finally her fingers invaded the rival's labia.
The two women laid on their backs, staring at the ceiling. Under their nimble fingers their clits had grown to enormous sizes.
Silke tried to channel all her thoughts, all her feelings, all her vigor, into her hand, fondling, stroking and rubbing her enemy's large, hot clitoris.
She tried with all her heart to ignore the heat building in her body. She tried to ignore the unbelievable dexterous fingers playing with her clit. She tried to fight against the arousal that burned in her crotch, tingled in her belly, quickened her breath. The feelings were overwhelming, blinding. She couldn't resist them much longer. Every fiber in her body wanted to give in, to explode. Every part of her wanted the orgasm released. Only her fingers were faithfully still caressing the hostile clit.
Verena's crotch suddenly contracted. A high-pitched scream of lust and defeat broke the silence. Verena's whole body shook. Silke's fingers were flooded with female juices. Verena's fingers stopped moving but nothing more than that scream of defeat was needed to finally release the energy in Silke's body. Violently she came, screaming and shaking like the body next to her.
Silently they laid there, totally exhausted. One hand still inside the other's jeans, their heads resting against each other.
After a long while Verena spoke. "You know that nothing is settled yet." It was as much a statement as a question, her voice was full of bitterness from her two defeats.
Quickly she stood up. "Follow me."
Silke followed her rival to the living room. Verena took two water bottles. She opened one and spat a large drop of spittle inside. Then she handed both bottles over.
Silke took the unopened one, spat inside, gave it back and drank deep from the other one.
While they stood there, regaining strength, Silke's eyes traveled all over her gorgeous enemy. Verena's bright, straw-blonde hair was ruffled and untidy, her top was drained in sweat and clung to her body, accentuating her small breasts. Under the top a trace of Verena's deep navel was barely visible, tiny drops of sweat dotted the golden skin of her flat belly. Even Verena's jeans were wet but Silke knew that it was not just sweat there.
Silke's eyes fell onto the fruit basket.
She grabbed a small strawberry, she moved it through her mouth, tasted it but didn't chew. Then she put it between her lips. Verena understood immediately, she took it with her lips and ate it. She returned the favor, feeding Silke a strawberry.
Verena then took a raspberry, wetted it in her mouth, then extended her tongue with the berry lying on it. Silke pressed her tongue against the berry, together they squished the raspberry until their tongues met and rubbed the sweet fruit mush between them. After they had sucked all of the raspberry from their tongues, both women reached for a cherry.
They pushed their mouths together, exchanging the wet cherries back and forth until they finally ate them, spitting the stones at each other.
Finally their eyes fell on the bananas. A wicked smile on both lips, they peeled one.
They held the fruit between them, each sucked and licked one end, then they turned it around, bit off the wet end and ate it.
Verena grabbed Silke's waist and pulled her closer, their sweaty bellies and wet tops pressed together, their gazes locked. The half banana was placed between their mouths. Each woman started to suck on it, their lips met in the middle of the fruit, they sucked and chewed until the fruit was mushed and pasty, then they turned it around and ate it.
They separated and wiped their mouths, never taking their eyes from each other.
Silke's eyes scanned Verena's breasts, covered by the tight top. Her aroused nipples were visible through the bra.
"Wait a second," she said gently. Her arms moved under Verena's top and removed the bra. Verena's long, thick nipples were now visible in all their glory through the thin fabric of the top.
Verena did the same with Silke's bra. She looked at Silke's breasts for a moment, then she took a bottle of water and spilled it at her rival. "Much better," she stated, smiling as she watched the soaking wet fabric clinging to Silke's nipples and enclosing her breast.
Silke smiled back, took a bottle, slowly and thoroughly spilled all of it over Verena's top. She stepped back and watched her work.
Verena grabbed the next bottle and poured it over Silke's head, even before she was finished Silke did the same.
They stepped back and stared at each other.
The view of Verena's nipples and navel, visible through the drenched fabric and the wet hair, made Silke horny like seldom before.
They nearly jumped into each other's arms, flung their arms around the enemy, their lips smacked together and again their tongues met in a wild and hungry kiss.
Their hard, swollen nipples rubbed against each other through the wet fabric.
When they had separated again, gasping for air, both were ready for the next fight.
Hateful, they stared at each other.
"What's in the box, bitch?" Silke asked.
Verena held it in front of her rival and opened it. Inside, resting on red silk, laid a long, double-ended dildo.
Silke hesitated for a moment, she thought about the new level this rivalry was about to enter.
Taking the dildo she kneeled down and opened the zipper of her wet jeans and pushed her panties out of the way. When she looked up she saw hesitation on Verena's face, her rival seemingly was as unsure as she was herself, but then Verena sat down on her knees too and prepared in the same way.
Carefully they inserted the rubber rod. With a last questioning glance into each other's eyes they moved together, burying half the length inside each woman. Their wet bodies leaned against each other and their fingers gripped wet hair.
Slowly they started to move their hips, bumping their crotches together. The movement was gentle at first but soon the pace and aggressiveness increased.
Harder and harder the wet jeans smacked against each other, with their whole weight they pressed their upper bodies against each other, as each fighter tried to overpower the opponent and throw her down on the back. With every minute the fight became more desperate. Both women fought for control over the rod, each tried to force it deeper inside the enemy, both were screaming and cursing and all the time the ferocity increased until the pace was nearly unbearable.
Silke felt that she lost ground, Verena was forcing her upper body slowly backwards, that gave her rival a slightly better position for the dildo fight.
Silke fought back with all her strength but Verena, with a wild scream, pushed stronger and stronger, Silke crashed on her back.
Verena's body pressed her down, Verena grabbed her legs and fucked her like a crazy dog. Hard and very fast Verena's crotch rammed down on Silke's.
Verena's hate-twisted face was right above Silke's, screaming at her to surrender, Verena's wet hair stuck to Silke's face.
Verena's mighty nipples bore down onto Silke's. Silke felt her own nipples bending. She knew that she needed to escape soon, her tortured body wasn't able to keep an orgasm down for long. She gathered all her strength, with a mighty shove she pushed Verena to the side, quickly she rolled on top of her enemy and instantly she started to poke the dildo down with all her might.
Silke was glowing with excitement, she was sure to beat her rival now, if she just could keep her orgasm down for some more seconds. She humped down faster and faster, her cheek rested on Verena's cheek, and she realized that Verena's breathing, so close to her ear, became faster and faster.
But Verena fought back, her pelvis thrust upwards meeting Silke's.
Their jeans-covered pubic mounds clashed against each other again and again, driving the dildo deep inside both bodies. Silke brought her face in front of Verena's, hateful their gazes locked, both were screaming with every breath.
"One more thrust," Silke thought desperately. "One more thrust." She forced her body to fight on, driven by pure stubbornness and hate she thrust her pelvis down.
But Verena would not yield, every thrust was met with equal ferocity.
A spark of despair kindled inside Silke's mind, for a split second she was distracted, it was everything Verena needed. Her pelvis moved down, the thrust of Silke's pelvis was harmless, then she buckled, her pelvis followed Silke's upward movement, the dildo was tightly gripped by Verena's labia and rammed deep into Silke's pussy. Silke screamed, she tried to fight back, but too late. She came screaming, held in the air by Verena's pelvis.
Verena held her uncomfortable position for nearly a minute until Silke's orgasm ebbed up, then she let her pelvis down, the dildo entered deeper inside her and she had her own orgasm.
For minutes the two laid side by side, the dildo still buried inside them. Again the score was even.
Silke spoke out loud, what was on both fighters' minds:
"Time to get naked."
Overanxious, the two beautiful women stood face to face. Four times they had made love against each other today, but still none had gained the edge over the other.
Wet, sweaty and ragged they stood face to face, their hair in dismay, breathing heavily. They were about to get undressed.
Never before had they made love against each other completely naked.
In their first fight the flesh of their bellies and legs had met and they had brought each other to simultaneous orgasms. The second time they had fought with their bare breasts and panties-covered pussies, Verena had forced Silke to come. At their third meeting their naked pussies had clashed and Silke had evened the score and brought Verena over the edge.
Silently they stared at each other. Silke felt agitated and deeply worried, she was sure that the removal of all cloth would hoist this private war onto a new level. The last physical barrier between her skin and Verena's was about to fall. Every illusion of control and security would be removed with their clothes.
Each woman waited for her rival to do the first move. Like many times before they attuned their movements without speaking, simultaneously they pulled their tops upwards. Slowly and teasingly each revealed her flat, sexy belly with deep, sharp-rimmed navels.
At the same time they pulled the tops over their heads, then threw them at each other. Small, round breasts stood proud, with long and erected nipples in small round areolas. Long they stared at each other's chest, comparing every part, imagining how they would soon collide.
With carefully measured movements the enemies started to unbutton their jeans, each button simultaneously. Then, with slow swaying moves of the hips, both jeans got pushed down, centimeter by centimeter until their fingers released them mid-thigh to let them fall to the ground.
Time stretched endlessly. Silke didn't dare to move even a finger, her eyes were fixed to Verena's. Both knew that even the slightest move would lead to the complete unclothing. The last barriers would fall with the silken slips.
After endless minutes Verena took the initiative, Silke mirrored her immediately. Fast and unceremoniously both pushed their panties down.
After a frantic second they stood naked.
Silke stared wide-eyed at the ravishing beautiful skin of her hated rival. Her eyes wandered further down over shaved skin, down to Verena's swollen, dripping, pink pussy-lips.
When Silke's eyes finally traveled up again, her eyes met Verena's, her gaze sunk deep into the steel-blue eyes of her enemy.
The air was thick with tension, as the warriors slowly moved.
Slowly, hesitant, both extended their arms. Their spread fingers came closer to each other. Dreamlike, without conscious planning, fingertip searched fingertip, light as feathers they brushed together. Both women shivered. The fingertips separated and the fingers gradually entwined.
A long time, their fingers played with each other's, then their fingertips met again and their hands embraced palm to palm.
With a dance-like move they turned on the spot and stood back to back, their hands still together.
Very slowly they moved nearer together until their full, round butts fondled each other lightly, while the two warriors in turns pushed up on tiptoes to grind their asses up and down against each other. Then they smacked their butts together as strong, flattening them as much as possible.
Silke tilted her head back until it rested on Verena's shoulder, at the same time she felt Verena's head touch her own shoulder, felt the blonde hair tickling her breasts. Cheek to cheek they stood, both moaned lightly as their thighs and their strong calves met.
They rubbed their ears together, then their cheeks, then they turned their heads slightly until their lips almost touched.
Silke tried to savor the feeling of every tiny piece of Verena's skin on her own, she felt her rival's hot breath on her lips. Her voice full of longing, she softly whispered into Verena's mouth: "I will destroy you, bitch."
"I will rip you to pieces, slut," Verena hushed back.
With an angry scream they whirled around and stared at each other with hate-twisted faces.
Slowly they spread their arms, clasping hands again and moved forward. Slowly, as the skin of their arms brushed together, their bodies came nearer to each other, until their breasts almost touched. Both women shivered with excitement.
Very careful and deliberately the enemies pushed the tips of their noses together, then the foreheads touched, Silke felt Verena's eyebrows mingle with her own. Her rival's steel-blue eyes came so near to her own, that their eyelashes mingled.
With a light thrust Silke brushed the tips of her rock-hard nipples against Verena's, their breathing became very heavy. Gently they let their nipples circle around each other before bringing them back nipple to nipple and slowly pressed forward until their breasts had flatted each other.
Their smooth bellies slightly touched, navels kissed together lightly, just for a second, then they separated and touched again, this time they pressed together, navel on navel.
Silke felt Verena's leg winding around her own until calf touched calf and thigh was pressed against thigh.
She held her breath and prepared for the last puzzle-pieces to interlock. With a small move of their hips, crotch kissed crotch. Silke bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. She watched her rival's eyes fill with water and she was barely able to hold back her own tears.
For the first time, their whole bodies were lined up against each other. Every possible bit of Silke's skin was pressed into its mirror image. The incredible softness of the hostile skin on her own made her head spin, it was hard to keep focused on the fight when every molecule in her body just wanted to indulge in the tenderness of her enemy.
Both dug their feet into the carpet and pushed deeper together, skin into skin.
Silke felt her rival's flesh pressing against her own flesh, raw, burning lust started to build inside her, spreading from her crotch through every fiber of her naked body. She tried to resist the feelings but her clit had started to swell to enormous size.
A two-voiced scream rang through the honeymoon suite as their growing clits suddenly had conjoined, both fighters were caught flat-footed.
Silke knew that she could not hold her orgasm back, in a desperate attempt she pressed forward, her tongue darted toward her rival's lips to increase the sexual pressure on her rival but was met full length by Verena's tongue.
Immediately both warriors came, shaking and screaming the energy released itself violently. Their first nude fight had lasted mere minutes, tightly embraced they sank to the ground.
At the very moment they touched the floor, their legs scissored, instantly they started grinding their crotches together, their hungry tongues smacked against each other and entangled feverishly. After long minutes of extensive fucking Silke made Verena come first. Before their orgasms even were completely gone, Verena already started her counter attack.
She threw Silke on the back and slammed her own body down on her rival, parted the honey-blonde legs and instantly started humping her wildly in a missionary position. She managed to make Silke come, but before she had ended her own, victorious orgasm, Silke had already wriggled out from under her.
Lying on their backs they fucked in a scissors position, again Verena won.
Silke used the energy burst from her orgasm to turn herself and her enemy around, both were on their bellies now, their crotches and legs still entwined.
Without respite they grinded their pussies into each other, with every stroke the undersides of their full, round butts slammed together with a smacking sound. Silke's hands tried to claw into the carpet on a desperate search for support, when suddenly a sharp pain hit her scalp. Verena had grabbed her hair. Bending herself backwards, Silke's hand searched desperately for her rival's hair. Then her fingers found the sweaty strands of her enemy, Silke pulled with all her might.
The strain on both women's bodies from the uncomfortable position was incredible, their backs bent back like a bow, they rubbed pussy to pussy, ass to ass. Wild and furious their pussies wrestled each other, Silke pushed with all desperation and finally Verena burst into an orgasm, Silke had evened the score again.
They held their tight grips until both orgasms had ebbed up, then suddenly, both let go and spun around quickly. Kicking and grappling each tried to climb on top of the rival, their bodies tangled and separated again and again, until, none knew how it had happened, they had caught each other's heads between their thighs.
Silke pressed her thighs mercilessly against her enemy's head, but she felt how Verena's head slowly edged nearer to her pussy. She herself fought desperately against the painful pressure of Verena's legs. Only the layer of sweat on Verena's smooth skin, Silke managed to move her head nearer and nearer to her enemy's crotch. A frantic, very slow race had begun, as two sets of full wet lips gradually edged towards swollen, dripping, pussy lips. Both knew that whoever could start licking the enemy first could easily break the other completely.
Silke could already see Verena's pink, swollen labia, just a few centimeters she had to fight the steel-hard thigh-scissors, she fought wildly and tried to increase her own head scissors at the same time.
Her tongue could almost reach Verena's clit now, just millimeters, the pressure on her head was unbearable now, just millimeters.
Then it happened. The tip of her tongue touched the tip of Verena's clit. At the very moment something unbelievably soft and wet had tenderly touched against her own swollen clit, they had reached a tie again.
Releasing the head scissors both started to lick and kiss the enemy's most intimate parts with savage energy. They rolled back and forth through the large room, knocking over chairs and small tables, their sweaty bodies locked together and their tongues desperately licking.
Nearly unable to hold back, both fighters changed tactics. They caught the enemy's clit between their lips and started sucking. The building energy became quickly unbearable.
Silke felt her whole body itching, she knew she could hold back not much longer and decided to change tactics again. She released Verena's clit and dragged her tongue full length through her rival's labia and over her clit. Verena groaned loudly and quickly mirrored her enemy.
A second time they licked each other very, very slowly. Silke could feel Verena's pussy contract, at the same moment she lost control over her own lust. While her own pussy started to spill cum juice, Verena's vulva spat her fluid against Silke's licking tongue and into her mouth.
Totally exhausted, completely covered in sweat and cum-juice, the two fighters lay there, catching their breath. It was already late afternoon.
After some time they decided to take a break.
In a state of strained alertness they went to the bath together, watching each other closely, always ready to attack should the foe break the truce.
Together they sat down on the toilet to pee. Together they filled the tub with hot water and rose-scented foam-bath and rose petals. Eye to eye they climbed into the hot water.
Here they relaxed a little bit while they softly caressed each other. In silken bathrobes they later stood in front of the main room's floor-to-ceiling windows, with a shared glass of champagne, and watched the red sundown behind the city's skyscrapers.
A young room service waitress was very surprised, a short time later, as the honeymoon suite's door was opened by two very pretty, mid-thirty women in bathrobes, both with wide, inviting, but somehow unsettling smiles on their beautiful lips.
The maid left almost forty-five minutes later, her hair in disorder and hastily rearranging her dress, a very dreamy and satisfied smile on her lips.
Inside the suite, the two warriors stood face to face, legs apart, hands on hips and stared into each other's eyes.
Silke had tried very hard to make the waitress admit which woman she thought sexier. Again and again the waitress had sworn they were equally hot. She had used all her skills but Verena's attempts and her own had neutralized each other.
Most of the time the girl had been unable to talk, anyhow. She had been too preoccupied with screaming and moaning.
They stood very still, like statues. The last sunrays bathed the room in red light. Both knew that the final stage of their private war would now start.
No more breaks, no more safeties, no more caution.
One fighter had to be completely and utterly vanquished and both would not stop, before the loser would admit her total defeat.
Simultaneously they let their bathrobes slide to the floor. Their perfect bodies gleamed in the last light.
At the same moment they slapped each other in the face. Not very hard the first time. A second time they slapped, much harder. A third slap tilted their heads to the side, both cheeks were very red. Wild hate blazed in both fighters' eyes.
Their hands clenched, as they reached back and slammed their fists simultaneously into each other's face.
Both staggered back, almost they fell to the ground. It took them a few seconds to gain sure footing again.
Silke carefully touched her lips. Red, hot anger flared up inside her as she saw the blood on her fingertips. Her eyes searched for Verena's, which were still fixed on the blood on her own fingertips before their gazes locked together.
Both warriors' minds were filled with blazing, blinding hatred, unable to form a conscious thought they reacted on pure instinct.
They charged at each other, their bodies slammed together and then their bloody lips smacked against each other.
Wrapping their arms tightly around each other, they started a vicious, bloody kiss. Their tongues feverishly wrestled each other and tried to overpower the rival.
When they finally broke the kiss, it had become dark outside. Panting heavily they wiped the last blood and saliva from their mouths, eyes again locked into each other their fingers searched the table and met at the dildo.
Both tried to grab it and their fingers interlocked to a double fist around the rubber rod. Instantly a tug fight began.
The opponents stumbled through the room, all four hands around the dildo, cursing at each other, for an unaware observer it may have looked like a crazy circle-dance.
Their movement was stopped abruptly as they slammed sideways into the full-windowed corner of the room.
Still fighting to gain control over it, they positioned the dildo between their crotches and mounted it. One hand they tugged into the enemy's hair, the other pair of hands was holding the dildo in a double fist, each tried to push it deeper into the rival's vulva. Their arms were between their bodies and prevented most of their skin from touching.
Only their nipples could stab at each other, and their tongues slapped against each other over the gap between their heads. The dildo was moving fast and brutal between them as they fought for control.
Everyone looking over from the surrounding skyscrapers could have seen the small figures of two slim female bodies tightly entwined in the glass corner of the building.
If anyone actually had seen them, not many would have guessed the titanic battle these petite, graceful women had engaged into.
Their nipples and crotches burned like hell from the violent stabbing, their tongue-fight had been replaced by aggressive snarling and spitting at each other. Again their bodies were covered by a layer of sweat, their breathing became heavier, their cursing and screaming slowly changed into moans.
Then, again, their bodies betrayed their combative wills, as they came to another mutual, simultaneous orgasm.
For a moment both just leaned against the windows, panting heavily. The expression on their faces changed from exhaustion to disbelief, to anger.
Pure rage took over as Silke's fist flared up and before she consciously had realized it, crashed into Verena's pretty face. Verena's head snapped backwards against the glass.
The keen pain in her hand brought some reason back to her. Deeply shocked by her violent attack she stepped back, searching for words to apologize, as Verena's fist crashed against her chin.
Silke's head tilted back, she crashed against the table. Every remorse was gone now, her conscience blacked out and feral hate took over.
Both faces twisted in mutual and mortal loathing, they assaulted each other with full-force punches and kicks.
Silke landed a left fist swing against Verena's chin. With a gurgled scream Verena stumbled backwards, through the bedroom door.
Silke pressed on, she pushed hard and her enemy fell down on the bed.
Silke jumped onto Verena, but Verena quickly raised her knee, it connected painfully with Silke's stomach and pushed her to the side.
Verena jumped on her enemy, before the raised claws could grab her, Silke had kicked out, her foot crashed against the side of Verena's ribcage, knocking her over again. Immediately Silke was on top of her rival, both hands flailed, hitting face and breasts. Verena fought back viciously, both women wanted to hurt.
Their hands clawed into each other's hair, ripping out strands and scratched over soft skin, leaving red marks. Tear-filled eyes stared at each other from hate-twisted faces, their teeth bared as they hissed and snarled. But somehow, their sore bodies had reconnected. None of them had realized that their legs had scissored instinctively. Belly touched belly and breast massaged breast. Both had embraced their legs around the other's hips, which had brought their crotches together. Their vulvas had connected and were deeply immersed into each other. Without consciously noticing it, they had started fucking again.
Suddenly Silke's hardened clit met Verena's clit, an explosion of sexual energy bursted through her body, multiplied by the lustful screams of her rival ringing in her ears.
Their bodies parted and with their gazes fixed deep into each other, they slammed together again, sore nipples against equally sore nipples, belly against belly, thigh against thigh, labia against labia and of course clit hard against clit.
Screaming and cursing they rammed their outworn bodies together, harder and harder and harder.
Their fingernails clawed deep into the rival's backs and left bloody marks.
Faster and faster their labias rubbed into each other, burning from the friction. The pain and the lust raged through Silke's senses, every single muscle in her slim and fit body was overwrought and aching.
Her skin blazed with heat, sweat ran down her in streams, unable to cool her down. Every time her skin slammed against Verena's their warm sweat mixed together and splashed in every direction.
And still they were pumping faster into each other, their screams slowly became hoarse.
Suddenly all movement stopped. Pressed firmly together, the two fighters froze. Their eyes widened, none dared to breathe. Slowly their touching lips started to quiver as faint throaty moans escaped both of them.
Both knew that they couldn't hold their orgasm inside, every minuscule movement could bring it on, but both knew that the same move could bring victory by driving the hated enemy over the edge.
Seconds stretched into eternities, body pressed into body, immovable. Both held their position with iron willpower but both didn't dare to attack further.
Again these two women had reached stalemate, again they had proven equality.
But both of them knew that their bodies couldn't take another round. Both knew that the hatred and brutality of this fight had reached an alarming level. Their mutual desire to hurt the enemy was so overwhelming that the next fight could become lethal.
Relentless they pressed their bodies together, clit against clit, nipple against nipple.
It was dark outside. Over the long day they had compared every piece of their skin. Every fluid of their bodies they had tasted and mixed, every muscle they had pitted against its counterpart to the straining point.
Every resource of their bodies was drained, sheer force of will was left. With stubborn spirit and hot temper they held the building orgasm back.
Silke decided to break the stalemate by opening another front. Very, very slowly and carefully she pushed her tongue through her slightly parted lips and invaded Verena's lips.
Verena emitted a strange surprised squeak but reacted lightning fast, her wet tongue blocked Silke's and pressed back. Tip to tip their tongues reached yet another deadlock.
Verena took the next initiative. Silke felt fingernails scratch slowly and painfully down her back, immediately she mirrored that. The fingernails left red streaks on both white backs and then dug deep in round butts. Their hands grabbed into the full flesh and pressed their clits, already aroused beyond all bearing, even tighter together.
Silke could no longer force her eyes to remain open, as a soft whimper escaped her mouth but her spirit, her willpower was unbroken. She was so supersaturated by Verena's smell, taste and feel that she felt sick and disgusted. The inescapable soft skin against her own skin filled her with as much compulsion as with arousal.
The desire to throw up was nearly as strong as the desire to let her orgasm come, the desire to just give up and admit defeat. But she would not do any of it.
She must win, she must prove the better woman, she fought on.
But then she felt it, her muscles denied her mind's command. Her thighs began to shake, her breath quickened, her pussy started to contract, she could feel her vulva becoming wetter.
Panic took over, Silke's eyes flicked open and stared into the wide, anxious eyes of her opponent. Verena didn't fare better than herself, if she could hold it just another second, just one second.
The orgasm erupted in both bodies. With deafening screams on their lips their heads shook back, every muscle quavered, their mutual embrace ended as their hands finally released each other's butts. They pushed each other away. Both fighters lay on their backs, trembling uncontrollably, screaming and crying, shaken by orgasmic waves.
Eventually, as Silke's orgasm ebbed up, realization kicked in. Again none of them had been victorious. It was unbearable, she was so worn out that she couldn't even move, let alone fight. The mere thought of just touching Verena's skin again disgusted her beyond all measure.
She just wanted everything to be over, to get out of this.
And in Silke's mind there was exactly one possible way for her to end this war: winning it, beating Verena, fucking her until she would beg for mercy, make her come. She needed to win, win right now, right here.
With reborn vigor she raised her head, her eyes met Verena's. Full of loathing, disgust and hatred they stared at each other over their sweaty and bruised bodies.
On their backs they slowly edged toward each other, their legs wide spread, until their bright red, swollen labias were right in front of each other.
Silke twisted her hips toward Verena's and spread her long legs as wide as possible to keep them from touching the skin of her enemy. Verena did the same.
Silke could feel the heat emanated from Verena's clit just millimeters from the tip of her own.
Both inhaled deeply and braced themselves for the collision to come.
They pushed together.
Their clits met head on, just the tips touched, no humping, no rubbing, they simply held their clits in contact, unmoving.
Unbearable shock waves of sexual energy raged through Silke's body. She was beyond lust, beyond hatred, beyond emotions.
Every bit of strength and energy was focused in that tiny spot where all that was left of her fought all Verena had to muster.
Then, agonizingly slow, the two burning rods slid along each other.
Silke groaned through clenched teeth, her fingers were clawed into the crumbled bedsheet.
Side by side, their equal clits were rubbing each other, with a gentle movement of their hips the fighters made them circle around each other.
Silke's head swayed from side to side, her beautiful face twisted in intensity.
They rubbed their clits backwards until they were tip to tip again. Then a second time forward, side to side, and once more back. Every move they made with the agonizing, inhuman slowness of cats creeping to their prey.
Their clits were pressed head-on once more and they would stay like this, pitted against each other, until one would yield, one would lose.
Both women hoisted their pelvis into the air, groaning with pain in their aching muscles.
The pressure on their clits was so strong, that a vicious, gripping pain radiated through their whole abdomen.
Slowly Silke raised her head from the sheets and her eyes found Verena's again. She felt her crotch cramping under the enormous strain, she was screaming inarticulately but used the intense convulsion to press ever deeper against Verena.
Silke felt Verena's pussy react by convulsing, too.
The two women rhythmically pressed into each other. Every time they pressed together, intense spasms shook through their lean bodies, they screamed wildly. Then panting for air they moved back, their labias and clits touching just slightly, just to ram together again, screaming and shaking.
All the time Silke's amber eyes were locked to Verena's steel-blue ones.
Suddenly, Verena's gaze faltered, Silke sensed a second of weakness, she attacked, her clit pushed forward. Sudden panic flared up in Verena's eyes, Silke pressed harder, then she felt it. Verena's clit started to bend, she could feel the enemy's body shudder. Silke pressed on, Verena's eyes widened with shock and disbelief, then became blurry with tears. "No, no, no," Verena whispered unbelieving. Silke pressed on, she felt that victory was near, she felt a satisfaction grow inside her, but it was too early. For a moment everything went quiet, no movement, no sound. Then Verena exploded into a colossal orgasm, crying and screaming in disbelief her whole body shook and trembled.
A feeling of powerful, blazing joy washed through every molecule of Silke's body, she had won, finally won. For another second she held back, then she allowed her own orgasm to come. "Yes, yes," she screamed on top of her lungs, shaking in union with Verena she let everything flow from her, she dimly realized that Verena had gone quiet and had stopped moving, then everything went quiet and dark.
When Silke awoke again, for a few seconds she was confused, then everything came back. She felt pain in every muscle of her fatigued body. Her throbbing and oversensitive pussy still stuck to Verena's.
She realized that Verena was awake, too. Silke could hear her faint sobs.
With incredible effort Silke crawled over her beaten nemesis. She laid down on her, leg to leg, belly to belly, tit to tit, chin to chin. She entwined her fingers with Verena's and pressed her hands to the mattress over Verena's head.
Silke stared down into Verena's swollen, tearful eyes.
"Say it," she whispered coldly.
"Please, no." Verena's voice was hoarse, shaking with panic. "Please, I can't."
"SAY IT!"
"Please, no." She was weeping bitterly, tears streamed down her face.
"I have beaten you, SAY IT." Silke's voice was hard as steel, but she was now crying too. Big tears fell down and splashed onto Verena's wet face.
They stared at each other through the tears.
Verena's face suddenly twisted into a mask of rage.
Her breathing quickened.
Then she screamed it into Silke's face:
"I LOVE YOU."
She cried even harder, both women were sobbing loudly.
"I love you," Verena said again, slowly and with determination.
Silke smiled through the tears. "I love you too, baby," she said. Finally she released Verena's trapped hands. The two fighters embraced. Their lips found each other and they kissed like they had never done before: taking pleasure from the kiss instead of forcing pleasure on the other. They kissed as lovers.
Cradled in each other's arms they fell asleep.
