APARTMENT WARS I -
by Emery
Linda was an attractive and recently divorced young woman of
23. The marriage had lasted less than one year, and although
the majority of the blame for this had to be laid firmly at
her feet, Linda was nevertheless extremely glad to be free
now, and unattached. The final step in her “liberation,” as
she thought of it, was taking place today. She was moving to
a new apartment complex to start her life over again. The
brunette squeezed one last pink balloon out of her gum and
then threw it out the car window as she pulled into the
parking garage. The movers she had hired would be here in
less than 15 minutes with her things, but she wanted to take
a look at her new place as it was right now: bare and, after
9 months of marriage, blissfully empty.
Linda might well have been the poster girl for the local top
40 R&B radio station. She was a little less than 5’11” in
the plastic platform heels she wore today, with carefully
permed dark brown hair, and a pair of gorgeous breasts
prominently displayed by a fashionably snug tee-shirt. The
brunette’s attractive features, seldom seen without the
benefit of scrupulously applied make-up, had alternately
been called “vivacious,” “perky,” and “slutty” by people who
met her. Linda was intelligent enough to realize that she
rubbed some people, especially women, the wrong way, but too
self-involved to be particularly concerned about it. The
brunette took a great deal of pleasure in dressing the way
she did, in fact; she exulted in the power her body had over
both men and women. She had even pulled hair with other
girls at clubs, on occasion, all in order to claim her
rightful place at the top of the female hierarchy as the
alpha bitch.
The apartment complex she was moving into was a new
development. A lot of people were still moving in; she had
already seen a few other moving trucks parked along the
street in front of the building. Her apartment was on the
second floor; as she climbed up the steps, she could
literally feel the bass emanating from her floor. This was
all right with her -- she was a party girl, herself. The
music grew louder as she walked down the hallway to her
room, and she soon realized that it was coming from the
apartment right next to hers -- the doorway was open, and
from the look of things inside, its occupant had picked the
same day to move in as she had. Linda was about to leave and
head into her own place when she sensed someone inside the
apartment; she turned and was suddenly confronted with one
of the sexiest redheads she had ever seen. The girl might
have been her twin from the neck down. The redhead was
wearing a tight low-cut black top which allowed Linda and
everyone else an incredible view of her luscious, milky
cleavage, and a brief glimpse of bare midriff. A pair of
short denim cut-offs exposed nearly the entire length of the
other girl’s achingly long legs. Linda made a mention to
herself of the redhead’s strong calves and the overall
excellent muscle tone that her legs displayed; she also
noticed jealously that the redhead was as tall as she was.
There were only two different reactions Linda ever had to
meeting girls who possessed looks that rivaled her own:
instant affinity and affection, or more often, extreme and
violent loathing. The redhead inspired the second reaction.
From the look on the other girl’s face, it was clear that
Linda had made a similarly poor impression on the redhead,
in turn. The redhead was chewing some bubblegum. “Hi,” she
said finally. “I’m Angela.”
“Linda,” the brunette replied reluctantly. “Are you living
here?” she said after an awkward silence.
“What does it look like?” Angela said. The redhead’s green
eyes were contemptuous; they immediately brought an angry
flush to Linda’s face. “Are you living over there?” she
indicated Linda’s apartment with a little motion of her
head.
“Yes I am,” the brunette shot back. She struggled to hold
down the rising irritation she felt. “Could you at least
turn down the music?”
The redhead looked irritated. “Is this going to be a
problem?”
The two gorgeous women stared at each other for several
tense seconds. “I think it will turn out to be,” Linda said
finally.
“Fine,” the redhead snapped. The door suddenly, and very
firmly, shut in Linda’s face.
The brunette’s first indignant impulse was to immediately
begin pounding on the door, but then the music abruptly
stopped, and Linda reminded herself that she was starting
her new life today, and antagonizing the neighbors wasn’t
something she particularly wanted to do. The image of the
bountiful redhead remained in her head for the rest of the
day, however, and she had a difficult time getting to sleep
that night.
The two women met each other several times over the next few
weeks, and each side made a few half-hearted overtures of
friendship, but it soon became abundantly clear to Linda
that she would never be able to stand the sight of the
redhead, and she had a feeling Angela felt the same way
about her. This mutual suspicion of dislike soon blossomed
into a smoldering animosity between the beautiful neighbors.
Angela’s face with its full red lips and fine cheekbones was
soon burned into Linda’s imagination. The brunette found
herself lying awake at night, fingering herself slowly
through her underwear, thinking about her neighbor in the
next room. Linda couldn’t remember ever meeting any woman
who had had this kind of effect on her, and it angered her.
She found herself distracted by the dance music that seemed
to be continually playing next door. In a fit of irritation,
she moved her stereo system into her bedroom, shoved the
speakers up against the wall, and began playing her own
music at the oddest times in the middle of the night.
Surprisingly, neither woman complained to the landlord about
this; it seemed as if the women didn’t want a third party to
decide any dispute between them. For her part, Linda had
never needed anyone to intercede on her behalf in any
argument between herself and another girl, and she was
determined not to let the redhead become the first.
In a strange way, Linda felt herself becoming excited by the
growing enmity between the two women. The brunette craved
competition; she had played several sports in high school
and the thrill she received in winning, in destroying a
rival, and establishing dominance gave her an almost sexual
rush. The few fights that she had been in with other girls
had been broken up fairly quickly, but not before Linda
recognized the adrenaline surge and terrible excitement that
coming together with another woman with her nails
outstretched and red lips bared gave her. It was an almost
perverse side of her personality, and one which Linda was
afraid to indulge in. Even now, as she stroked her mound
through the lace of her panties, and dreamed violent
thoughts about the redhead lying in the next room, she was
afraid and feeling slightly guilty, even as she heard
herself moaning softly.
The brunette froze suddenly, her long pink fingernail just
underneath the elastic of her wet panties. It was faint, but
Linda was certain she had heard...yes, soft moaning from the
bedroom next door. Was the redhead with a man? Linda slid
her sweaty body over to the wall and placed her ear up
against it, concentrating intently. No, it sounded like the
redhead was alone.
Linda felt her groin constricting excitedly as a new
suspicion entered her mind. Was the redhead also doing what
Linda had been doing for the past several weeks? The thought
alone pushed the brunette into a tremendous orgasm; her long
bare legs twisted on her sweaty sheets, as Linda gritted her
teeth to prevent herself from screaming out loud. The
rivalry that had developed between the two women suddenly
took an even darker turn in the brunette’s mind, as she
considered the possibilities.
It was the middle of July and the city was in the grip of a
nasty heat wave. This is not to say that, even if it had not
been, Linda would have been dressed any differently, though.
The long-legged brunette was wearing a pair of black short
shorts and matching spike heels that displayed her
devastating legs to full effect; a tee-shirt two sizes too
small for her hugged the brunette’s womanly chest. Linda had
arranged to leave her apartment at the exact time when
Angela usually returned home. The women met in the hallway
with their customary glare, but then Linda sprang her
surprise.
The brunette held her rival’s green-eyed glare with a cruel
smile on her lips. With deliberate slowness, Linda brought
one pink nail to the crotch of her tight black shorts. Her
full red lips then maliciously slid around a little ‘O’ of
mock ecstasy, as she watched Angela’s face intently with her
dark brown eyes in delicious anticipation of the redhead’s
response.
Angela’s first reaction was, predictably, surprise; the
redhead’s beautiful green eyes widened slightly and she
almost stumbled on the high green heels she was wearing. The
brunette’s delight was short-lived, however, because her
sexy neighbor recovered almost immediately. The green eyes
went from wide-eyed surprise to a look that was
almost...predatory. Calculating. Without taking her eyes off
of the brunette, Angela smoothly copied her rival’s gesture,
sliding one long red nail down between her rounded breasts
and stopping at her skirted bush. Without a word, and before
the surprised brunette could react, Angela stalked past her
on her long legs and slammed closed the door of her
apartment.
From that moment on, Linda became completely obsessed with
the redhead and Angela similarly seemed to fixate on her
gorgeous brunette neighbor. In a very real sense, the
meeting in the hallway had been a declaration of a strange,
secret, and dirty war between the two women. Linda stopped
dating; all of her erotic energy was directed toward the
redhead and the confrontation she felt was coming. All of a
sudden, her life seemed to melt away and become something
surreal. She found it almost impossible to concentrate.
Everything around her was muted noise and annoying
intrusions on her obsession. All that mattered to her was
Angela.
Angela. The brunette fingered herself into an explosive
orgasm every single night now, conjuring up the shapely
image of the bitchy redhead as she twisted and groaned on
the white sheets of her bed. Her manicured red nails were
the color of blood in Linda’s dreams, and her long legs had
the strength of corded steel. Even more exciting to the
brunette was the fact that she could now distinctly hear her
rival echoing her sounds of frustrated arousal in the
bedroom next door. It became a perverse form of competition
between the rivals as they traded groans and gasps and
sometimes even animal-like snarls as they masturbated in the
darkness of their rooms.
All of this was entirely new and strange to Linda, and every
reasonable impulse she had told her that she should
stop...that something very terrible was going to happen if
she did not. But the frightening chemistry between the two
women was too powerful for the brunette to resist, and a
feeling of sick excitement drove her forward.
Linda had no idea of what was going to happen between them,
or even what, if anything, she was going to do next. It was
as if the brunette was waiting for a signal...something to
tell her how to escalate the conflict between the two
rivals. This signal came one Friday evening.
The laundry room was deserted on this night except for
Linda. The brunette’s social life had virtually disappeared
since she had moved into the building and met Angela. She
had been reduced to this...doing laundry on a Friday night,
but this fact registered only dimly in the back of her mind.
As she gathered her clothes from the dryer and put them in
her basket, however, she saw something that sent a volcanic
wave of excitement through her body and almost buckled her
legs. With her thumb and forefinger, she gingerly pulled out
the unfamiliar black panty from her laundry and closed her
fist around it. Slowly, and with a little trepidation, she
brought it to her nose, but the underwear seemed like it was
freshly laundered. The redhead must have seen Linda coming
out of the laundry room and slipped in behind her. A thought
suddenly occurred to the brunette, and she furiously tore
through her laundry, searching through all of her underwear,
and trying to determine if Angela had pilfered one, but it
was impossible to remember every pair.
Linda noticed something else in the load that wasn’t hers. A
silky black wrap that looked like it was designed to be tied
around the waist. The brunette’s hands started to tremble
slightly, as an image took shape dimly in her mind. Almost
hesitantly, after looking around the empty room nervously,
she slid off her sweatpants and pulled on the unfamiliar
pair of panties. Linda closed her eyes as she traced the
curve of her hip along the lace of the underwear, and
trembled. The black wrap came next; she tied it around her
waist with a simple knot, hiding the foreign underwear from
sight.
As if on cue, Linda heard footsteps behind her, and she spun
around. There, in the doorway, stood Angela. The redhead was
dressed in a tight t-shirt and athletic slippers which left
her red toenails exposed. An identical wrap to Linda’s, but
red in color, was tied around the redhead’s waist. Linda was
certain she knew what was underneath.
The door closed behind Angela ominously. The rivals stared
wordlessly for a minute. Each woman saw the object of her
obsession in front of her, and even dressed as plainly as
they were, each woman saw a creature of incredible sexuality
in front of her. Linda felt a feeling, now familiar, of
aroused hatred beginning to consume her as she stalked
toward her rival with her hips swaying from side to side
slowly, and her own slippers marking each step with a sound
that rang forbiddingly in the empty room.
Brown eyes glared into green eyes with laser-like intensity
as the two women closed. Shapely hips moving in rhythm, the
two neighbors refused to stop until they were literally
chest to chest. Linda could feel Angela’s sweet breath on
her face as the women pushed their gorgeous boobs together
threateningly. The nipples of both women stiffened and began
to lengthen underneath their tight tee-shirts, until they
could clearly be seen -- and felt -- underneath the fabric.
“Bitch,” Linda whispered hoarsely. “What if someone comes
down here and finds us like this?”
Angela answered by drawing her nipple across her rival’s and
turning her shoulder to drive her right tit into Linda’s
meanly. “You started this, you little slut.” The redhead
continued to slap her boobs into Linda’s aggressively. “You
shouldn’t start what you can’t finish, pussy.”
The feeling of hard titflesh sliding and grinding together
was unlike anything Linda had ever known. From the look of
absolute concentration on Angela’s face, however, Linda
guessed that the redhead was not terribly experienced at
this kind of fighting either. She swiveled her shoulders and
drove her own quivering meat into Angela’s waiting globes.
“I’ll finish you, tramp,” she rasped.
“How?” Angela demanded, her green eyes sparkling with hatred
and lust. “What are you gonna do, bitch?”
“Whatever I need to do,” Linda said firmly. And the brunette
suddenly realized that she meant this.
The two rivals continued to push their tits together hotly.
Each woman was now perspiring freely, and their tee-shirts
soon were plastered to their chests with sweat, emphasizing
the size and shape of their dark nipples even more
prominently, as the rivals fenced with each other using
their angry sex points. The sensation was muted by the
intervening fabric, but each woman was still gasping and
moaning softly from the contact. A part of this was
psychological, at least for Linda; the almost sexual rush
she had received from little catfights at clubs was nothing
compared to the orgasmic surge this test of womanly prowess
was giving her. She would beat this redhead with her
femininity and her body; her sexuality would devour her
rival and leave the redhead in tears.
Linda suddenly remembered the foreign pair of panties
hugging her hips; she could feel her cunt chafing underneath
the enemy fabric. “I’m wearing your underwear, bitch,” the
brunette whispered. The words felt so dirty escaping her
mouth. She licked her lips.
“I’m wearing your dirty underwear, too, slut,” Angela
breathed.
The women continued grinding their breasts together
wordlessly for a moment. Then, with a slightly trembling
hand, Linda grasped the initiative, untying the knot around
her waist, and revealing her pantied crotch to her rival.
The other girl hesitated only slightly before untying her
own wrap, showing Linda her own crotch, dressed in a pair of
Linda’s red underwear. The redhead, whose brazenness had
finally forced this confrontation, suddenly seemed as unsure
as the brunette.
The girls had not let their wraps fall to the ground, but
still held them spread behind them, and now they closed
their hands together, forming a silky arena in which their
pussies might tangle. Their crotches were hidden from sight,
although there was no one around who could possibly see, as
if the women were afraid of exposing their most private
parts openly. The silk wraps would hide their dirty
struggle.
“Bitch,” Linda growled. “My cunt wants its underwear back.”
The two crotches were centimeters apart, hot with
anticipation and excitement.
“Come over here and take it, if you’re woman enough,” Angela
snarled in reply.
With little snarls of hatred, the two rivals brought their
pantied crotches together with a loud slap. Linda found
herself baring her teeth as she moved her shapely hips
furiously and ground her covered cunt obscenely against the
redhead’s. Her cunt was electric with arousal and anger, and
the snarls from her equally frenzied rival only incited her
to grind faster. The brunette swore she could feel Angela’s
cunt even through the red panties she was wearing; it was a
naked sexual predator. Hot and hairy and viciously trying to
get at Linda’s own cunt. The friction of lace against her
violently gyrating crotch was almost enough to send Linda
into an orgasm by itself, but the brunette resolutely fought
down this treacherous urge, and continued to hump her rival
murderously.
“Whore,” Linda snarled. “Pull down your panties,” she
ordered.
“You pull down yours, bitch,” Angela spat.
The girls glared at each other as they continued to grind.
Both women were already thoroughly wet and aroused from the
fight. Linda’s vulva felt scratched and raw from the rough
grinding, but the brunette hardly felt the discomfort as she
stared into her rival’s fierce green eyes.
She screamed in surprise as she suddenly felt Angela move
forward with her body and grab a hold of her soft brown hair
with one hand, while the nails of her other hand crept
behind the elastic of her borrowed underwear. The furious
brunette immediately moved to retaliate with her own hands.
The redhead’s curly locks were soon firmly in hand, and her
hot pink nails secured a hold of Angela’s lace panties.
It was then that the girls heard the door begin to swing
open.
Their reaction was born of intense embarrassment and fear,
and it was lightning quick. The girls separated with one
last spiteful shove of their angry breasts; stumbling
backward, they hastily re-fastened their silk wraps around
their waists, tying them with unsteady hands.
Linda turned her head worriedly to look at the new arrival,
but it didn’t seem like the young man who had just entered
noticed anything unusual about the scene, besides the
presence of two beautiful women doing laundry together on a
Friday night. A set of headphones leaking loud rock music
was clamped around his ears, and he was casting
surreptitious glances at the two rivals from the cover of
the laundry basket he held in his arms. The jerk probably
wouldn’t have heard a thing, even if they had been screaming
like two angry alley cats, Linda decided. The brunette shot
one last white-hot glare of hatred at the redhead, and
gifted the young man with an irritated glance, before
picking up her basket and stalking out of the laundry room.
When she was safely back in her apartment, Linda locked the
door behind her with trembling hands, and stumbled over to
her liquor cabinet on legs that felt dangerously weak. The
brunette poured herself a glass of wine, spilling a few
drops on the white carpet in her haste, and threw it down
without pausing. She finished it, gasping for air, and
poured herself another glass, more slowly this time, and
then collapsed on the sofa with her legs splayed open.
Linda closed her eyes, playing with the stem of the wine
glass with one hand absently, while her other hand slipped
underneath the silk wrap around her waist. What had happened
down there in that laundry room? The brunette stroked her
now quiescent cunt through Angela’s black panties. She had
been prepared -- even eager -- to bare herself to the
redhead. Tipping her glass of wine slightly, Linda watched
as a few drops of red wine splashed onto her borrowed
underwear, forming an almost invisible stain on the dark
panties. She slipped her right hand underneath the elastic
band of the panties, and spread herself, lightly running her
pink fingernails through her dark fur. Angela was the
hottest bitch she had ever run into, but she was the better
woman, Linda told herself. The redhead thought she was so
dirty, stealing a pair of Linda’s soiled underwear...she
would show the bitch how dirty she was willing to get,
though.
The wine was having its desired effect. The strangeness of
the encounter in the laundry room below was losing its edge;
all that remained was the sizzling heat of the other girl’s
crotch against hers, and the painful hardness of the
redhead’s titflesh pressed challengingly against her
breasts. The brunette set down her wine glass and stood up
resolutely, although a little unsteadily, all set to demand
entrance to Angela’s apartment to finish off the redhead,
once and for all.
A high-pitched moan from her bedroom stopped her instantly,
however. The redhead was masturbating again...and in Linda’s
underwear. The brunette, flushed with revived sex anger,
hurriedly entered her bedroom and kicked off her slippers.
The wall separating the rivals was soon shaking with bass,
as Linda turned on her stereo. It probably wouldn’t
completely mask the squeals and cries she would soon be
making, but if any of the neighbors were around to hear,
Linda realized in a surprising moment of clarity, they would
probably just assume she was with a man, anyway. The
relentless bass from the music served to drive her
masturbation, however. Faster. The brunette imagined she was
thrusting her burning cunt into the screaming redhead.
Harder. She tightened the muscles in her cunt as her long
legs tensed, wrapping around the gorgeous legs she imagined
were tangled with hers on the smooth white sheets.
“Cunt!!!” she suddenly screamed recklessly, and even through
the fog of the alcohol in her system, Linda felt her face
flush with embarrassment at the thought of one of her
neighbors catching that. This thought was instantly swept
away, however, on a tide of white-hot hatred, when she heard
an answering scream of “Whore!!!” tear through the wall.
“Bitch...bitch...BITCH!!” Linda growled into her pillow. The
brunette had turned over onto her stomach, now; her abdomen
was pressed flat against the bed, and her tight ass in
Angela’s black underwear was moving up and down rhythmically
to the bass pumping from her speakers, as if she were a man
fucking a woman.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Angela,” Linda swore. “I’m gonna fuck
you so hard...”
The wine she had consumed, and the animal-like rage she
could feel burning in her stomach held it off for a time,
but eventually, the beautiful brunette’s growls softened to
pained cries of pleasure that came faster and faster, until
she buried her head in her pillow and screamed her titanic
orgasm.
The orgasm was unlike any the brunette had ever known. It
ripped through her body with a frightening violence; her
legs twisted spasmodically on the sweaty sheets, and she
felt tears dripping down her flushed cheeks, as her cunt
exploded, saturating the enemy underwear with its sweet
fluids in an awesome display of feminine carnality. When it
was finally over, Linda collapsed to the sheets exhaustedly,
and lost consciousness with a soft whimper.
The brunette awakened with a light headache, and a dim
recollection of the violently sexual dreams she had suffered
in her sleep. The events of last night were still fresh in
her mind, however. Linda felt the lace of the foreign
underwear hugging her hips, now stained with wine and her
come. The events of Friday night had been burned into her
mind, in fact; she wasn’t sure whether she was grateful for
that, or not.
The stereo was still playing its industrial dance music from
last night; she walked over and turned it off. Linda slid
Angela’s soiled panties off and left them on the floor,
while she dressed to leave and get some breakfast. The
brunette realized she had to see someone else’s face
quickly. The obsession she felt with Angela was still with
her, and stronger than ever. The redhead’s panties felt like
they were alive on the floor; she stepped on them with her
heel. The intensity of the encounter with Angela had
frightened her, Linda admitted to herself, and this
realization brought a blush of anger to her beautiful face.
There was no chance of forgetting last night’s fight, not if
she wanted to remain in the apartment complex right next to
Angela. And she was determined not to let the redheaded
bitch drive her off.
The phone rang suddenly, and Linda froze. The fierce
determination she had felt just a moment earlier suddenly
wavered, and she felt beset with fear again. She let the
phone ring, and then the answering machine clicked on.
“Hello?” Linda recognized the redhead’s voice instantly with
a flash of hatred. “Are you there, pussy?” Angela whispered.
“Pick up,” the redhead demanded. Linda didn’t move. The line
was silent for several seconds except for the sound of the
other girl’s ragged breathing.
Finally, the redhead spoke again. “I’m gonna be the one that
fucks YOU, you little whore,” she said with a hiss. More
silence. “I hope you had a nice time last night fantasizing
about fucking my hot body, because you’re NEVER gonna be
able to do that when our cunts meet for real...” The line
went silent again, with Linda straining to pick up her
rival’s heavy breathing, and then the answering machine
clicked off.
Linda stood with her foot still on the black panties,
scarcely breathing. The brunette felt overcome with anger
and painful desire. She curled her pink toenails around the
underwear underneath her foot and swore. Up until now, the
redhead had been the one to take the initiative in their
rivalry, but that was about to change.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, bitch,” the brunette said,
repeating her words of last night. And suddenly, she knew
how she wanted to do it, as well.
Ten minutes later, Linda was downstairs with a newly wrapped
package in hand. She left the package with the manager, and
then ran out the door to make her preparations for the
night’s festivities.
When Linda returned to the apartment complex later in the
afternoon, the package she was expecting was waiting for her
in the manager’s office. She ignored the quizzical look the
manager gave her, and flew up the stairs to her room, where
she tore it open with a racing heartbeat.
The brunette’s panties were inside, along with a crumpled
note. Linda brought the underwear up to her nose and inhaled
hesitantly; she could still smell the redhead on them. She
licked her lips and worked the moisture back into her
suddenly dry mouth. Linda slid her wet tongue through her
lips nervously, and quickly touched it against the front of
the underwear, right where Angela’s crotch would have been,
before pulling it back into her mouth hurriedly. She
swallowed; it was all right to be nervous. The redheaded
slut next door probably didn’t have any more experience at
this kind of thing than she did. In the end, the better
woman would win, she told herself.
The brunette smoothed out the crumpled note. The words had
been scrawled with a large black marker, and written boldly,
but definitely by a hand that looked like it was shaking
slightly, Linda assured herself. She slid off her jeans and
tightened her cunt muscles, as she slithered on the stained
underwear onto her crotch, closing her eyes tightly. The
panties had long since dried, but she still imagined
Angela’s wetness pervading them, lying uneasily against her
cunt. Tonight, when the two rivals met again, she would
really feel the redhead’s dampness against her crotch as
they engaged in their...pussy fight. Yes; the words had a
nice resonance to them. Maybe she would whisper them tonight
into her rival’s ear when she fulfilled her promise to the
redhead.
Linda pulled out the new bra she had just bought for her
meeting with Angela. It was a simple red Lycra bikini top,
but a few sizes too small; her creamy globes spilled out
over the top of the cups when she fastened it on. The
brunette looked at herself in a wall mirror approvingly; the
red bra made her breasts look even larger than they already
were which was large enough to intimidate most women. Linda
massaged her boobs, already anticipating the fight she would
have tonight with the redhead’s equally large chest.
The brunette sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling on a
pair of matching red stockings. The lace top of the nylons
ended in the middle of her smooth thighs. She exercised her
strong leg muscles by bicycling her long legs in the air for
a moment, imagining the red nylon rubbing against the black
stockings Angela would be wearing. The image was enough to
set her excited cunt twitching, and she patted it lightly.
Her cunt would get its fill of its counterpart tonight.
Standing up, Linda made her way over to her closet, where
she stepped into a pair of shiny red spikes, and pulled on a
slick jacket of the same color. The jacket was thankfully
long enough to cover the lacy tops of her stockings. Linda
belted it, and then moved to the living room where she
poured herself another glass of wine, and sat down on the
sofa, crossing her long legs and feeling her body
temperature rise, as she stared at the clock and waited for
the showdown with Angela.
The subway station was relatively deserted on this Saturday
night. Linda ignored several of the scruffier characters who
were giving her lecherous looks. The can of mace sitting in
her purse provided slight reassurance, but the brunette was
really only focused on one thing tonight, and that was the
coming conflict with her redheaded rival. She took a deep
breath as the subway train pulled into the station, and
stepped inside.
It was a little awkward making her way on board the moving
train in her high stilettos. Licking her lips nervously,
Linda surveyed the compartment she was in, but the redhead
was not in sight. Relaxing slightly, the brunette unbelted
her coat, keeping it closed with her right hand, and made
her way toward the back of the train.
Linda’s dark brown eyes swiftly searched each compartment on
entry. There weren’t many people riding the subway this
night, but she did see several women showing a lot of skin
who looked like hookers to her. Their hostile glares and
pale flesh only quickened her pulse further, and heightened
the erotic energy she already felt burning up her body.
There. In this compartment, near the back, Linda spotted the
redhead, sitting with her long legs crossed, and the lace
tops of her black stockings just barely visible underneath
the leather of her jacket. There were a few other women
sitting near the front of the compartment, but none of them
spared her a glance, as she stalked toward her glaring
rival.
Angela stared at her dangerously with her intense green
eyes. The redhead had also unbelted her jacket, and now, as
the tall brunette loomed over her seated rival, Angela
opened it, giving her rival a brief glimpse of her large
breasts in their black lycra cups, and her steamy
lace-covered cunt, before closing her jacket with a sultry
glare and belting it again. The redhead then uncrossed her
shapely legs and recrossed them in front of her rival
conspicuously, as she waited for Linda’s response.
The brunette let her jacket fall open just as her rival had
done, and even squeezed her firm breasts together in front
of Angela’s narrowed eyes. Instead of belting it again
immediately, however, Linda leaned down in front of her
rival’s gorgeous face and, feeling the redhead’s hot breath
on her face, softly pressed her newly lipsticked lips down
onto Angela’s stiff lips.
Angela sat very still as Linda’s glossy lips brushed hers,
but then her lips seemed to melt, and the brunette felt her
rival’s tongue sliding against her lips wetly. It was cold
and sloppy, and when Linda pulled her mouth away from her
rival’s, the redhead’s glare grew even colder. Holding
Angela’s green-eyed stare with a steady glower, the brunette
withdrew to the seat right across from her, closing her
jacket again, and firmly belting it.
As it happened, there was a metal pole right in front of
Linda’s seat, which presented her with another opportunity
to further increase the already explosive sexual tension
between the rivals. Without once taking her eyes off of the
unsmiling redhead, Linda reached out and gripped the pole
with both hands; positioning her stockinged legs around the
pole deliberately, Linda licked her lips significantly, and
then started to thrust her crotch against the metal shaft
slowly. In and out; her red nylons slid against the cold
metal, as her red lips moved soundlessly.
The redhead uncrossed her legs angrily, her long legs almost
seeming to take a swing at her rival, as high as she swung
them. In moments, the other girl was riding the pole in
front of her seat exactly as Linda was doing. The movements
of both girls were extremely slow, almost invisible to
anyone just passing by on the train, but they seemed
painfully exaggerated to the rivals, and full of threat.
The train was nearing the downtown area, now, and more
people were starting to enter the compartment. Too many to
risk continuing their leggy display. Linda finally slid away
from the pole, and crossed her legs, smoothing her jacket
down around her thighs, as she saw Angela doing the same.
The note the brunette had left for her rival had only told
her to meet her here on this subway train; it didn’t mention
the final destination. Linda was therefore in complete
control of the situation; this was part of the reason for
the redhead’s dark scowl across from her. The brunette
allowed a small smile to cross her lips, while her rival
prominently tapped her long red nails on her leather-covered
lap.
The train screeched to a stop. A lot of the passengers
started to get up and leave. Linda uncrossed her legs and
also stood, leaning over to her rival and, placing her lips
right next to her rival’s ear, whispered the first words of
the night.
“Follow me, bitch,” said the brunette.
And with that, Linda hastily straightened, and without
looking back, began to shoulder her way through the press of
bodies exiting the train. She heard the redhead give a sharp
cry of surprise and outrage, and then she was outside and
heading up the stairway into the night air of the city’s
downtown area.
The city was alive with the sounds of cars honking and
street musicians plying their trade, but Linda was still
able to hear the angry redhead’s black spikes striking the
sidewalk pavement behind her. The tunnel vision from which
she had suffered these last several weeks returned with a
vengeance; the black spikes rang like a hammer on an anvil
as they fought to keep up with the brunette, and the other
people on the streets seemed to melt around her.
She somehow made her way to the hotel where she had placed a
reservation earlier that day without looking back at the
enraged girl following her. The brunette slammed through the
rotating doors out in front, and reaching into one of the
pockets in her jacket, pulled out a piece of paper on which
she had scribbled the room number. Slapping it onto the
front desk along with a five dollar bill, she turned her
head, pointed at the redhead just now entering the building,
and told the startled attendant to give her the note, before
spinning on her heel and hurrying toward the elevators. The
ride up was torturous and delicious at the same time. The
brunette squeezed her legs together excitedly, as she tried
to control her ragged breathing, and gain control of herself
for the long struggle with Angela that lay just minutes
before her.
With a trembling hand, the brunette unlocked the door of
their room, and switched on the light. It was exactly as she
had left it. The curtains overlooking the plaza below were
drawn tight; a little bucket filled with ice and holding two
bottles of chilled wine was sitting at the foot of a
queen-sized circular bed which had been moved to the center
of the room; the bed’s surface had been swept clear of
everything but the clean white bed sheet, and the pillows
arranged around the perimeter of the bed in two separate
groups -- one red, the other black -- facing each other.
The red pillows faced the doorway. Angela hurriedly shed her
leather jacket, and dressed now in only her too-small bra,
stained panties, nylons, and shiny red heels, crawled onto
the bed. She reclined against the pillows, spreading her
long legs wide on the bed, digging the spikes of her heels
into the bed sheet. Her long pink nails she placed on either
side of her pantied crotch, stroking it lightly through the
lace. With a final defiant toss of her dark brown hair,
Linda assumed a sultry glare, and waited for her rival.
The brunette didn’t have to wait long. The door suddenly
swung open, and the angry redhead swept into the room
imperiously. Angela’s green eyes sparked at the sight of her
lingerie-clad rival resting against the red pillows, calmly
stroking her cunt, glaring at the redhead. Angela backed
into the door, closing it securely and slowly turned the
deadbolt. There was an ominous silence and then “CLICK.” A
black jacket was soon lying on the carpet next to Linda’s,
as Angela crawled onto the sheets to join her dark-haired
neighbor, assuming an identical position across from her on
the bed.
With their incredibly long legs, the polished heels on the
feet of Linda and Angela were almost touching, even as the
two rivals reclined against their pillows, with their knees
slightly bent. The brunette and redhead stared steadily at
each other, wordlessly stroking her respective cunt through
stained underwear. The fight both women had hungered for was
finally here. The unfamiliar eroticism which had consumed
their lives would find explosive release here on this bed
tonight, and the rivalry between these beautiful women would
at last be consummated.
Linda was the first to break the silence. “I rented this
suite for three days, bitch,” the brunette said softly. “We
aren’t going anywhere.”
“I’ll have you screaming and coming like the whore that you
are before this night is over,” Angela promised her rival.
Linda snarled as she continued to stroke her cunt, sliding
forward on her ass almost imperceptibly. The redhead
noticed, however, and moved forward to meet her. Red heels
slid past black on the bed, and the girls shivered from the
first trembling contact of their bodies, as their
nylon-covered ankles rubbed against each other.
“There’s no way a weak bitch like you will ever get me off,”
Linda assured the redhead. “I only come when I want to,
pussy.”
“I’ll fuck you dry, slut,” Angela swore. “My cunt is going
to use up your little dark pussy.” The redhead quickly
pulled down the front of her panties to give her rival a
glimpse of her thick auburn fur.
“Fuck your weak cunt, bitch,” Linda growled, flashing her
rival a glimpse of her own jungle of dark pubic hair. The
brunette had felt her cunt seem to react angrily when Angela
exposed her sex, tightening painfully with the erotic
anticipation of sexual combat.
The girls’ long legs were now firmly entangled. Linda slid
her right leg underneath her rival’s left, and Angela slid
her right leg beneath the brunette’s left leg, as well. The
lacy tops of their stockings were virtually on top of one
another; Linda could feel the heat from Angela’s bare thigh
on her naked skin. The girls rubbed their nylons together
roughly for over a minute, the friction between their long
legs generating a dry heat that balanced the wetness in
their loins.
“Are you ready to pussy fight with me, whore?” Linda asked
her rival.
“My hairy cunt is ready whenever yours is, pussy,” Angela
replied.
The brunette’s cunt was twitching wildly in its fervor to
meet its auburn rival. Linda felt an animal-like snarl
escape her throat, and was dimly aware of a corresponding
cry from her rival, as her scream of “Fight me, bitch!!!”
tore through the air, and the cunt fight was finally joined.
The first few minutes after the two beautiful rivals finally
locked their long legs together to begin their erotic war
were wild, frenzied, and unimaginably sexy. As sexually
experienced as both women were, neither Linda nor Angela was
prepared for the incredible carnal thrill of a hot pussy
fight with a hated rival. Piercing squeals and strangled
screams filled the hotel room even before the stained
underwear protecting the women’s crotches were ripped apart
by sharp painted nails, and the two wild vixens slammed
their steamy snatches together in dirty conflict. Linda felt
her slender legs, planted firmly on the bed to provide her
with leverage against the redhead, already beginning to
cramp from tension; every muscle in her body was alive and
screaming for a chance to contend with the redhead’s hot
body. Their brief skirmish inside the laundry room last
night had been nothing compared to this. The knowledge that
she was all alone inside a locked room with this girl she
had obsessed on for months, and would stay that way, locked
with her in heated erotic conflict until the alpha bitch
emerged victorious, was exhilarating, and almost enough to
push the brunette over the edge.
“Fight me, bitch!” Linda growled at the redhead again.
“Fight me with that slutty body, whore!”
“I’ll fight you, cunt,” Angela snarled in reply. “I’ll give
you all you want tonight!”
The girls were locked scissor-style in the center of the
bed, and humping each other with frenzied growls of hatred.
Their nylon-covered legs, tightly entwined and hopelessly
tangled now, slid back and forth against one another
maddeningly, as the girls punched at each other’s cunts with
their sex meat relentlessly. Linda leaned backward,
thrusting her globes of titflesh toward the ceiling, and
planted her hands on top of the red pillows behind her. The
next time the brunette’s tight ass skimmed the sweaty white
sheets of the bed, she pushed off with her arms and
literally launched her excited cunt into her rival’s waiting
crotch with a wild scream of inarticulate fury.
The brunette was rewarded with a sharp hiss of inhaled
breath from Angela. The redhead closed her eyes, a pained
expression of rapture on her beautiful face, but her hips
continued to move against Linda’s, and soon the rivals’
cunts were trembling mere inches off of the sheets, in a
motionless stalemate.
Angela grunted as she tried to push herself forward, meeting
resistance from the brunette’s hot cunt; ass muscles
trembled with effort as they lent their support to their
locked pussies. Linda’s sculpted body struggled sexily to
force the redhead’s ass to the sheets, but she was similarly
denied by her rival’s straining body. The screams and
high-pitched shrieks that had marked the beginning of their
sexfight had now been replaced by low guttural grunts, as
the women struggled primitively with their sexual organs in
this dirty contest of femininity. It was a contrast of light
and dark as the two rival cunts trembled against one
another; Linda growled as her dark pussy fur tangled with
Angela’s auburn bush, the two girls swiveling their hips
minutely, causing their pubic hair to scratch against
sensitive vulva painfully.
Several tense minutes passed in this position. Neither woman
was willing to cede one centimeter to her rival in this
struggle. The deliberate and cautious gyrations of the
twitching cunts against one another continued, bringing the
body temperatures of the struggling neighbors to a slow
boil. Small droplets of perspiration had formed on the
foreheads of both straining women; Linda watched as one
particularly intrepid bead slithered its way down Angela’s
cheek and between her lycra-covered breasts. Still, the cunt
war went on, steaming crotches pressed tightly together in a
filthy clinch of aroused womanhood, leg muscles clamped
firmly around their counterparts.
The gasps from the locked rivals were unmistakable, as each
woman felt her cunt opening to her hated rival. Linda
clenched her teeth tight and hissed as she sensed the
presence of the redhead’s searching clit inside her pussy,
pushing its way through the soft folds of her moist labia.
The brunette closed her eyes as she felt her own sex
emerging to confront its rival; lengthening, hardening with
an arousal so powerful that it almost managed to obscure the
panic that Linda suddenly felt threatening to swallow her.
It was one thing to tell herself that she had the stronger
cunt while she masturbated by herself in the safety of her
darkened bedroom. It was an entirely different matter to
retain her self-confidence and womanly composure, however,
in the face of Angela’s leggy embrace and the sexy intruder
making its way inside her wet cunt.
“I feel your dirty clit inside me, bitch” the brunette
hissed at her rival.
“I feel yours too, tramp,” Angela growled.
The two rivals breathed raggedly through clenched teeth as
they explored one another’s overheated snatches. Each time
their little clits made momentary contact, the girls would
hiss sharply from the treacherous stimulation, and withdraw
with hot glares for each other. It took just a few of these
torturous feints to have Linda’s clit feeling impossibly
erect inside her cunt, and unbelievably hard. The sex organ
was twitching wildly with desire, and Linda knew that she
couldn’t deny it much longer.
“C’mon, slut,” she pleaded, her stiff clitoris moving inside
the minefield of sensation that was the redhead’s cunt. “Let
me feel your stiff little clit.”
“You want to go clit to clit, bitch?” Angela demanded. A low
moan escaped her lips as Linda slashed in with her clit,
before withdrawing again. The redhead’s green eyes were
blazing as she held Linda’s dark glare defiantly. The pussy
movements of the rivals began to slow down, and their moans
grew longer and more tortured, as the brunette and the
redhead tried to brace themselves for the orgasmic clash of
their sex organs.
“Fuck me, bitch,” Angela whispered.
The girls screamed. The first terrifying contact of clit
directly on clit was enough to send both Linda and Angela
into an explosive, shrieking orgasm. Neither girl had ever
had a sexual experience with another female before, and the
hot, angry contact between their painfully erect clitorises
was too much for them to contain on top of all the
suppressed eroticism of the previous months. It might have
been different if Angela had been her first female lover
instead of her first sexual rival, and the contact between
their clits soft and caressing, but as it was, the redhead’s
snatch was vicious, her stiff clit slashing against the
brunette’s sex spitefully. Even in the throes of her orgasm,
however, Linda matched her rival stroke for stroke, pulling
the redhead over the edge of reason to join her in screaming
orgasms. The women’s entwined legs jerked spasmodically, but
as tightly as they were locked, neither pair of limbs could
find the release they needed. Linda felt her leg muscles
twitch painfully, and her screams of ecstatic pleasure were
strangled by the pain of the muscle cramps spiking through
her long legs.
The women sobbed desperately as they came together again and
again for the next several minutes, scratching long ugly
runs in each other’s nylon stockings in their sex frenzy,
and slapping at the bare expanse of flesh above, as they
managed to exhaust even their prodigious snatches. Entirely
spent, the two rivals collapsed against the sweaty sheets,
with their long legs draped across each other’s depleted
body, and drifted off to an exhausted sleep together.
As she lay completely spent on the bed, and struggling to
fight her way to consciousness, the brunette was suddenly
aware that something had changed; the pressure against her
body had been lifted. Linda struggled to lift her heavy
eyelids and return to wakefulness. The sight the brunette
glimpsed through her half-opened eyes startled her fully
awake. Angela was on her knees and looking down on her
brunette rival through her soaking wet curls. The redhead’s
green eyes were bright with hatred, but her breathing seemed
shallow and labored. The realization that the other girl had
recovered more quickly from their cunt fight reddened her
face with dismay, but then she realized Angela must have
only gotten up a few moments before she did, and the redhead
looked like she was still entirely spent.
The sex fight had only just begun. The rivals were almost
perfectly matched in every important aspect. Their physical
dimensions, strength, passion, and beauty were nearly all
equivalent, Linda admitted grudgingly. All that was left has
hatred. “I will fight you for as long as it takes, whore,”
Linda hissed softly in the redhead’s ear, intercepting her
rival’s hands with her own after they had plunged in
slow-motion toward the brunette’s heaving chest. The girls
were rolling slowly around the entire circumference of the
bed, their hands held tight, and their long legs in their
ruined nylons entwined sensuously.
Neither woman had the strength to scream or even growl, now.
Instead, they lightly pressed their red lips into the
other’s ear, and whispered obscenities and dirty threats as
they continued their slow turn around the mattress.
“Fuckin’ whore,” Angela whispered. “How does my come feel
inside your dirty cunt?”
“It feels nice and sweet, bitch,” the brunette replied
softly. “I want more.”
“You first, tramp,” Angela said. The redhead sneered
nastily. “Or are you already dry?”
“I’ll fuck you dry long before I stop coming,” Linda
promised her rival.
“Never,” the other girl said.
As weak as the rivals felt, neither girl was able to manage
much without the cooperation of the other. The obscenities
and threats the girls had been giving each other soon turned
into whispered taunts and challenges.
“Slide your thigh up against my cunt, bitch,” Angela
demanded. The redhead groaned softly into Linda’s ear, as
the brunette slid the warm flesh of her bare right thigh
against her rival’s crotch delicately. “Feel how hot I am?”
Linda slipped her tongue around the outside of the redhead’s
ear, eliciting another shiver. “I’ve taken all you can give,
slut, and I’m still here.”
“So am I, bitch,” Angela hissed.
“Cunt,” the brunette whispered. “I want to pull hair with
you, red.”
Angela groaned again as the brunette briefly engaged her
crotch with her dark snatch, tangling their pubic fur
together momentarily, before resuming her work on Angela’s
cunt with her smooth thigh. “Bitch, I want to feel your tits
pressed tight against mine.”
“They’ll crush your weak tits, whore,” Linda warned.
The rivals continued to slowly roll together, locked in each
other’s arms, groaning softly and feeling their exhausted
cunts beginning to stir again. With her dark eyes intent on
the redhead’s green-eyed glare, the brunette gradually
released her painful grip on her rival’s hands, and slid her
nails along the other girl’s sweaty back, reaching for the
clasp of the redhead’s brassiere. Wincing from the feel of
Angela’s sharp claws against her own backside, Linda
unfastened the brassiere, hissing into the redhead’s ear and
crushing her flat stomach against her rival’s smooth belly.
In a few moments, the women’s large creamy breasts were
spilling free of their Lycra garments.
Linda hissed as she felt the redhead’s hands pulling at her
dark hair; her own pink nails were soon tangled in her
rival’s brilliant red curls, jerking Angela’s head slowly
from side to side. The women’s movements were agonizingly
slow; the entire scene on the mattress looked as if it might
have been shot underwater. Even their expressions seemed
slow to change, the rivals’ beautiful faces almost
motionless masks of desire and hatred, animated only by
periodic growls of pain. Muscled thighs slid against rival
crotches, and the women snuggled their gorgeous breasts
together, shivering as their heated breast flesh made angry
contact.
“Your tits are shit, bitch,” Angela whispered into her
rival’s ear. The redhead was on her rival now, and grinding
her hard globes into the groaning girl beneath her.
“They’re hot enough to smash your soft tits, tramp,” Linda
said. The smooth muscles in the brunette’s flat stomach
flexed suddenly, as she smashed her powerful chest into her
enemy’s breasts with a little growl.
The girls traded grunts as each woman struggled to control
the sexy crush of abundant titflesh between them. Using her
grip on Angela’s wet curls as a rein of sorts, the brunette
guided her swearing rival off of her, wrestling the big
redhead to the mattress, where the rivals lay side by side,
their heaving breasts still pressed tightly together. Each
ragged breath forced their tits even tighter together, stiff
nipples bowing painfully against unyielding breast flesh.
The girls had long ago lost their heels in the struggle; the
shoes lay discarded on the floor around the bed, leaving the
women dressed in only their tattered nylons, soaked with
sweat and their rival’s womanly fluids. The smell of aroused
womanhood inside the room was overpowering. The women
breathed it in deeply, as they pulled hair spitefully, and
smashed their hot breasts together on the mattress, trapped
in each other’s merciless grip.
The redhead was so hot and angry against her body. Angela
was an intoxicating blend of soft femininity and vicious
bestiality in her arms, growling softly as the women slid
their warm thighs together, and hissing with hatred as the
girls tit-fought with the single-mindedness of animals in
heat.
“Yeeessss, bitch,” the brunette gasped, pulling on the other
girl’s hair, and goading the redhead on. “I want it all!
Everything your slutty body can give me.”
“I will give you everything you can handle, and more,
whore,” Angela swore.
The tit crush was murderously tight, airless, suffocating.
In the middle of all of this hotly contending breast flesh,
however, the extended nipples of the rivals managed to find
each other. Linda hissed through her painfully clenched
teeth, as her dark brown nipples twisted against the
redhead’s pink sex prongs in a sizzling showdown. It took
almost all of her depleted strength to fight off the
temptation to yield to the wickedly sensual flesh drawing
across her long nipples, but the brunette managed to respond
with a slow grind of her own, dragging her dark sex points
over their lighter counterparts in slow, torturous circles.
Salty tears started to pour down each girl’s soft cheeks
from the incredible sensations of pain and pleasure their
touching nipples were giving them, but neither girl allowed
herself the weakness of crying openly in front of her rival.
As their breasts made war above the waist, Linda felt her
cunt slowly awaken. Apparently, Angela’s cunt was
experiencing a similar recovery, because the brunette soon
felt the press of the redhead’s auburn bush against her
crotch again. The girls started a slow grind, opening
themselves to one another, spreading their strong thighs
wide, and inviting the rival crotch inside for a second
battle. Linda finally let a sob escape her lips as her
sensitive clitoris tangled with her rival’s sex again, the
girls easily finding each other inside the steamy confines
of their joined crotches this time.
The rivals managed to hold off their orgasms for a full ten
minutes this time. Freely weeping in each other’s arms, the
girls filled one another up with their warm come, their
gorgeous breasts trembling against one another as their
bodies were lost to a long, lingering orgasm. The girls
rolled over and over on the mattress, long limbs clasped
desperately together in a sexy embrace, weathering the
aftermath of the mutual orgasm. When it was all over, the
two rivals lay near the edge of the bed, still tightly
locked, and completely drained again. Sleep came to both
girls a few minutes later.
Linda’s eyelids fluttered open, blinking against the harsh
lighting. The brunette took a deep breath to calm herself;
the rivals must have slept in each other’s arms for hours
totally exhausted. The redhead, feeling her rival stirring
against her prone form, was groggily trying to regain
consciousness, as well. The dark-haired girl was the first
to fight her way onto her knees, however. She could feel the
redhead’s body tensing underneath her, but instead of
resuming her war with Angela immediately, the brunette
rolled away from her rival and lay with her legs draped over
the side of the bed, breathing raggedly. She stripped the
remains of her tattered nylon stockings from her legs,
peeling them off of her sweaty limbs.
Linda felt incredibly dirty. She was covered in dried
perspiration, both hers and Angela’s, and her crotch still
felt sticky with the come the women had exchanged. She
glimpsed her torn underwear lying a few feet away next to
Angela’s discarded panties, suddenly aware of how abraded
and exhausted her cunt felt. Still, despite all of this,
Linda wanted more of the redhead. She wanted to hurt the
redhead with her sex. She wanted to completely dominate her
rival on this bed. She needed to own the bitch.
The bottle of chilled wine felt incredibly welcome against
her flaming skin, as she hugged it tightly between her
pendulous breasts. The ice inside the bucket had long since
melted, leaving the bottle dripping wet. Linda let the water
drip between her breasts, past her flat stomach, to splash
against her tangled cunt fur. There was a corkscrew lying
next to the ice bucket, which Linda used to open the bottle,
handing it to the sullen redhead watching her a few feet
away, knees tucked away underneath her. Then, the brunette
uncorked the other bottle of wine, and sat with the open
bottle between her legs, regarding her rival.
Angela looked as disheveled as the brunette felt. The
redhead’s bright curls, normally vibrant and bouncy, lay in
flat wet rings on top of her head. Angela’s beautiful face
was wild with hatred, her green eyes burning into her
rival’s with a terrible lust, soft cheeks streaked with
makeup that their battle had put into disarray. Wordlessly,
the women drank deeply from their bottles, wiping their
lipsticked mouths with their hands when they were done,
crawling forward on their knees to meet in the center of the
bed, wine bottles still resting in their hands.
The rivals came to a halt a few inches away from each
other’s naked body, breathing heavily. Their equally matched
breasts moved up and down in rhythm, long nipples
lengthening and stiffening already. Tilting her bottle up,
Linda filled her mouth with the cold wine. The brunette let
a few drops drip off of her red lips and onto her cleavage,
but she held the rest inside her mouth, staring intently
into Angela’s dangerous green eyes.
The redhead hissed at her rival, and swiftly filled her own
mouth with wine from her own bottle, letting a few drops
dribble down her naked torso just as her rival had done. The
rivals’ eyes were electric as they inched forward on their
knees, letting the wine bottles slip from their hands to
spill out onto the bed needlessly, soaking the now filthy
sheets. Full, lipsticked lips met viciously in the center of
the bed, as the brunette and the redhead kissed, squeezing
each other’s cheeks together roughly with their hands. The
pressure from their hands forced the liquid inside their
mouths to flood outward with explosive force. A little part
of the wine escaped their fused mouths, dribbling down
between the women’s tightly locked lips and onto the bed,
but the rest the women swallowed thirstily, sucking the
liquid from each other’s mouth fiercely. Wet tongues met
inside the sea of liquid inside their mouths and tangled
moistly, slipping around and around each other, while glossy
lips brushed against each other roughly. The wine felt cool
sliding down the women’s throats, but it seemed to catch
fire as soon as it reached their empty stomachs.
The kiss went on for minutes, all yielding softness and wet
flesh, and when it ended, the women were gasping for breath,
and intoxicated with desire. The wine she had so hastily
consumed was beginning to make Linda’s head spin dizzily,
and she threw her body on top of the redhead’s form to keep
herself from falling. Her face was suddenly pressed against
Angela’s wet curls. She inhaled the redhead’s aroma
drunkenly, her crotch sliding against the other girl’s cunt
as she fumbled for the sex anger she needed to beat Angela.
Afterwards, neither girl could remember clearly the events
which took place after their sloppy kiss. The women were
almost delirious from lust and alcohol, humping each other
relentlessly with their steaming cunts, tearing at
sweat-soaked hair, growling with hatred, and drunk on their
sex war. The girls collapsed in each other’s arms after
terrible devastating orgasms, only to awaken hours later to
continue their fuck war on the bed, now completely ruined by
wine stains, sweat, and prodigious amounts of female come.
It was purely a contest of sexual stamina, now. Each girl
had only her hatred for the other to drive her on. The tears
flowed freely near the end, as each girl neared the limits
of her incredible sexual endurance. Finally, after the women
had long since lost track of the hours or days they had been
trapped inside this room with one another, the girls were
lying side by side on the ruined bed sheet. Their long legs
were tangled together in sheer exhaustion, as the brunette
and the redhead bit at each other’s lips, whispering almost
unintelligibly into each other’s ears.
“You’re finished, bitch,” Angela said softly. “I can barely
feel your cunt against mine.”
“I’m inside you, whore,” Linda managed to hiss into her
rival’s ear. “I don’t think you have anything left.”
“I have enough to finish you, you dirty bitch,” Angela
growled, her words trailing off as she was forced to give
her entire attention to the brunette’s last fuck assault.
The girls groaned with one voice as Linda’s pussy clamped
around Angela’s cunt, and the brunette’s clitoris invaded
the rival snatch. With strength born of desperation, the
girls tightened their long legs around one another, the
muscles leaping and flexing in one last rush of adrenaline.
Clit met clit head on for this, the last time, and Angela
screamed, her bright red nails flashing in the dim light of
the room, both of her hands opening and closing helplessly
as her dark-haired rival pushed her over the edge. Linda
sobbed her exhaustion and relief, as she wrestled with
Angela’s climax, finally forcing the screaming Angela flat
onto the dirty mattress for her final, triumphant fuck. The
sex war was over, and she had won…for now.
To Be Continued