Boarding School Queen Chronicles Book 2 – Rival Schools – Part I
Authors note: Boarding School Queen Chronicles details the lives, loves and rivalries of a group of strong-willed alpha females. Young women who are willing to use all their sexual powers and wiles to decide who will wear the Boarding School Queen’s highly coveted crown.
The story was originally serialized on Hostboard's now defunct Titfighting and Sexfighting Forum. For this version, I have combined several of the original posts to present each chapter in fewer threads. I have also corrected some errors of grammar and punctuation. Otherwise, the story is the same as the original which was written and posted between 2016 and 2019.
Please note this story is sexually explicit from the start.
All characters represented are 18 years of age or older.
I
PRELUDE:
HELEN’S HALF TERM BREAK
After losing the coveted Cardugan sex fight crown at the hands (or more accurately to the vagina) of Mhairi MacGregor, Helen Brodie tried to maintain a low profile around school while nursing the deep, raw emotional wounds opened by her shattering sexual defeat. However, in the weeks that followed, Helen frequently found herself having to run the gauntlet of her arch rival’s leering band of followers, who always seemed to be hanging around in the corridors at lesson changeovers.
A temporary salvation would arrive soon in the shape of the half term holidays in a few weeks’ time but for the moment all the former sexfight queen could do was to take the catcalls and hostility that some of the more bitchy girls now meted out to her as a result of her fallen status.
The sudden dramatic change in the college hierarchy lost Helen a number of her more fickle friends, who transferred their allegiance to the new alpha female right away; most of the other girls in the year group had also began looking at her in a new and wholly different light; treating Helen with less deference, as if she had been welcomed back ignominiously into the subordinate pack.
But Helen vowed never run to with the pack again and resolved to lie low for now, licking her wounds until the time was right to mount a fresh challenge for the crown she still believed was rightfully hers.
It had been a great relief when Amita Kaur subsequently triumphed over Mhairi’s lover, Susan Walkerburn, in the dramatic battle for second place in the league and the fiercely loyal Sikh girl had now, quite fittingly, replaced the blonde as Helen’s closest friend. Although the two girls found they were quite strongly attracted to each other, they agreed to keep the relationship platonic for now, recognising that all of Amita’s strength and energy should be devoted to training for the forthcoming title fight showdown that her recent second place victory would trigger in due course.
Helen realised that it would be a mistake to deny herself all carnal pleasures in the meantime however and so, when a friend in Edinburgh wrote saying that she had found the ideal girl for Helen to meet on a blind date, she accepted the invitation after having briefly toyed with the idea of turning it down first.
The meeting would take place during the half term holidays, which was just as well as Helen would need to take the train from Inverness to Edinburgh and stay in town overnight. On hearing of her daughter’s travel plans and knowing that she had been feeling down in the dumps for weeks, Rachel Brodie booked Helen a room in Edinburgh’s top hotel as a surprise.
“You never know, you might want to bring a friend back and that'll certainly impress them!” Rachel had joked presciently, while thinking back to her own tempestuous sojourn in the same establishment some nineteen years earlier. After all, her daughter was eighteen now and would have to learn to look after herself in the style she would grow accustomed to, Rachel told herself as she watched Helen walking obliviously down the platform turning both men and women’s heads, in her stylish cashmere coat and new bob-style haircut, before boarding the train to Edinburgh.
As she settled down in her seat to read the Scotsman newspaper, Helen thought how much about she was looking forward to this, her first independent adventure in Scotland's capital city. She didn’t know the name of the girl she was going to meet in Edinburgh, only that she was blonde, eighteen years of age, and would be wearing a pink carnation in her buttonhole. With a start, Helen glanced down to check that her own red carnation was still in place, adjusting it just above and to the left of her ample bosom.
The friend had arranged for the two girls to meet in the bar of the Royal Mile Club for their blind date. This venue intrigued Helen, being the very place where her mother, Rachel Edelman had confronted Diana Symington, during their bitter exchange in the ladies powder room some two decades earlier.
Helen was fascinated by the thought of checking in later that afternoon at Edinburgh’s premier hotel, the location of her mother’s crucial sex-fight victory over her blonde love rival which had won her the right to marry Hector Brodie, and indirectly (she reminded herself) ensured that Helen was even around to be taking the Edinburgh train today. Yes, she certainly had a lot to thank her mother’s sexfighting prowess for.
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Sitting in the quiet bar of the Royal Mile Club, sipping a dry Martini cocktail, Helen whiled away the time waiting for her date to arrive by listing the numerous purchases that lay gift-wrapped on her hotel room floor. Quite a pretty penny all those dresses, hats, skirts and shoes had cost, but all would be paid for on account and, besides, she didn’t get to Edinburgh very often and the latest fashions had yet to reach the shops in Inverness.
At 8.15 pm, Helen watched an attractive tall, slender blonde walk in and take a stool directly opposite across the circular bar. If the new arrival noticed Helen she didn’t let on. Helen felt instantly attracted to the new girl and was disappointed to note that she wasn’t wearing a carnation. As she continued to snatch furtive glances across the bar, Helen was increasingly convinced that the blonde reminded her of someone: except that she didn’t actually know anyone with a neat blonde bob, mischievously intelligent green eyes, a full, luscious mouth and fine, striking features framed by well-defined cheekbones that glowed in the rudeness of health.
By 8.30 pm Helen felt her spirits starting to wane despite the warm alcoholic glow she felt. Her date was now a half hour late and Helen was on her second Martini. The girl opposite, also still alone, was now nursing a fancy cocktail of some description with an elaborate parasol sticking out of it. Helen caught the blonde's eye again then flushed and looked down, thinking to adjust her red carnation before realising to her horror that it was no longer nestled in her lapel. After a moment of panic, she spotted it lying on the floor under the bar: quickly stooping to pick the wilting flower up, Helen adjusted it in her lapel until she was sure it was totally secure.
As Helen leaned back on her bar stool wondering whether the whole date thing had been a hoax, she caught the attractive girl across the way studying her with renewed interest in a sidelong, appraising sort of way. Hoping she might still be able to salvage something from the evening, Helen gave the blonde her best profile for a few moments before returning the other girl's steady gaze with interest.
The other’s face still seemed oddly familiar, and Helen became even more convinced that they had met before. Perhaps on opposing teams at an away hockey match, which would explain why Helen didn’t recognise someone who was so well-groomed, wearing a fashionable short jacket over what appeared to be an expensive cocktail dress.
Helen and the blonde held each other’s impassive gaze for what seemed like an age but must have been under thirty seconds. Then the other woman rose from her stool and started walking round the bar directly towards Helen.
For some reason Helen also felt impelled to get to her feet and walked to meet the familiar looking blonde stranger so that they almost collided at the corner of the bar before stepping back to appraise each other at close range.
Helen, who was wearing her best turquoise party dress and heels that were higher than she was accustomed to, noticed immediately that the other girl, also in heels, was exactly her height so that their eyes were level when they met.
When the other girl finally spoke after their mutual appraisal, her intelligent green eyes twinkling with amusement, it was in a refined public-school accent, with hardly a trace of underlying Scots.
“Well, I was rather hoping you might be my gorgeous date tonight. I’m so glad you had the presence of mind to put your red carnation back on - I’m afraid I lost my pink one on the way here.”
“Er, yes – m-mine fell on the floor,” Helen suddenly felt surprisingly awkward, but the other girl’s easy smile as she held out her hand in greeting quickly put her at ease.
“Pleased to meet you Helen – I’ve been looking forward to this for some time.”
“Some time?” Helen felt a sudden lurch in the pit of her stomach as the other girl’s strong hand gripped hers in a handshake that felt unnaturally firm and went on too long. “Anyway, how did you know my name? Have we met before?”
“No, we haven’t... but our mothers certainly have.”
“What do you mean...?”
The attractive blonde smiled mischievously as the light of recognition started dawning in Helen’s confused dark eyes.
“That’s right – Laura Symington-Bailey. One very estranged daughter of a certain Hector Brodie."
Helen was temporarily lost for words as her long-lost half-sister flashed her the most perfect of smiles. "And I do believe that, tonight, we have some unfinished business to attend to.”
“Laura… Symington… Bailey...” Helen Brodie had swallowed involuntarily before repeating the name she had least expected to hear back, her voice slurring slightly as her second strong alcoholic drink of the night kicked in.
Shit she thought! Could the stunning blonde standing in front of her really be the half-sister her mother had recently warned her about? The progeny of her father’s brief dalliance with Diana Symington, the blonde English heiress who had also had marital designs on Hector Brodie until Rachel Edelman had put in her place during that mother of all catfights in Edinburgh almost two decades ago.
Helen felt her pussy tighten involuntarily as she recalled the story her mother had recounted, causing a trickle of wetness to enter the black thong briefs she was wearing. Choosing to play it cool for now, Helen put on her unimpressed face and turned towards the bar to show the other girl her best profile before she spoke again - as levelly as she could under the unusual circumstances.
“So, I suppose you didn’t let on who you really were to Marion when she was arranging this…this date for us?”
Laura’s expression switched effortlessly from amused imperious queen to coy conspiratorial queen at this, and she leaned on the bar next to Helen before replying in her slightly irritating, clipped aristocratic tones.
“Oh nooo! I thought you would enjoy it a lot more as a… big surprise!”
Laura laughed musically at her own little joke and took a sip of her expensive cocktail before continuing:
“Then there was always the nagging worry that you might decide not to show at all – even for a nice bit of long lost sibling rivalry.”
Although she was taking care to maintain a cool and calm exterior, Helen’s brain was working flat out as she tried to make sense of the bizarre and unprecedented situation she now found herself in.
Small wonder that the blonde had seemed so familiar when she walked in: Helen could now see clearly that Hector Brodie’s bold, aristocratic features were as prominent in Laura's face as in her own, tempered by the soft, limpid feminine beauty that both girls clearly derived from their respective mothers.
They were each blessed with healthy, radiant skin which remained translucent and unblemished; however, Laura’s complexion was more peaches and cream to Helen’s creamy alabaster. With their jackets off, both girls’ fashionably-cut size 10 dresses revealed the graceful lines of their necks and shoulders while accentuating their slender waists and curvy hips.
To accentuate their cleavage fully, Helen and Laura had both selected 36 D cup plunge bras, inside which their perfect breasts nestled snugly. Laura always wore white lingerie while Helen preferred black and, as they were supposed to be on a date tonight, both girls had selected sexy, lacy thongs in their rival colours which barely covered their unshaven pussies.
The girls were even well-matched in the hair department Helen realised suddenly: now that her raven dark hair was styled in a slightly shorter bob with a straight fringe it looked strikingly similar to the way Laura’s blonde hair was cut.
Draining her third Martini, Helen felt her cheeks flush as the powerful alcohol kicked in, and as her breathing became more rapid she became acutely aware of Laura staring at her big, creamy breasts rising and falling.
Returning the compliment, Helen looked down into Laura’s magnificent cleavage and saw the blonde’s large breasts expanding as if they were trying to escape the low-cut dress holding them in altogether.
By now, Helen’s dormant clit was growing pleasantly tumescent as she started imagining what it would feel like to have this girl who looked so like her - and yet also unlike her - pinned and straining under her pussy as Helen fucked her into submission.
As Helen prepared to speak again her dark eyes met Laura’s green eyes and she could see that the other girl’s pupils were fully dilated, a clear sign that she was becoming just as turned on by now as Helen was.
“You know, looking at us both side by side here today… we could almost be twins,”
Laura gave a strange laugh at Helen's comment. “Well, funny you should say that… because we were so close together in the womb once …”
“Meaning what?”
“You mean you didn’t know that our mothers were already pregnant when they fought?”
Although both girls were speaking sotto voce, Laura’s clear tones still carried across the quiet bar and, to her alarm, Helen noticed two suits looking up from their newspapers in mild surprise.
“This is all getting a bit heavy, Laura. Shall we continue this conversation somewhere more private?” she suggested tactfully, inclining her head towards the ladies powder room.
“Yes, we probably should do just that – won’t you lead the way?”
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Although the ladies powder room of the Royal Mile Club had seen better days, it was still undeniably grand with its art deco mirrors and heavy marble-topped sink stands.
As Laura followed Helen inside they hung their jackets on the ornate coat rack and then, as ladies often do, proceeded immediately to the tall mirrors above the sinks to check that their makeup was still intact.
“So, technically we were both present when our mothers fought all those years ago,” Helen mused adjusting one of her diamante earrings. “Funny, how I don’t remember it all that well these days.”
“Of course not,” Laura laughed sardonically, “but you can hardly deny the symbolism: two innocent fetuses snugly cocooned inside their respective wombs being bombarded by constant deep, carnal sensations as their mothers’ fight the sex-fight of their lives… as torrid night turns into bleary, blistering dawn… fighting not only to decide who wins future happiness with the man they both love, but also to secure their unborn daughter’s birthright… ”
“Whoa!” Helen rounded on her companion, noticing the blonde’s breasts rising and falling even more rapidly as her emotional level peaked. “Are you predicted to get an A* in English Lang and Lit, or are you just auditioning for a role in a new Shakespearean tragedy?”
“Ha ha – very funny.”
Deciding now was the time to play hardball with the other girl, Helen squared her shoulders as she spoke firmly and levelly at her rival.
“So, I get that you’re still sore about my mother defeating your mother and proving she was the better woman back then… but, now you’ve got me here under false pretences, what is it that you want to do about it now, exactly?”
Folding both her arms across her chest Laura exhaled scornfully before raising her voice accusingly. “Your mother only won by cheating!”
“That’s rubbish – my mother did not cheat!
Looking into her half-sister’s blazing green eyes Helen realised just how angry and impassioned she had become: here was a girl who had every reason to hate Helen and want to destroy her sexually. It was a classic revenge play, almost like a Greek tragedy, and Helen felt simultaneously giddy, turned on and incredibly excited at the prospect of getting to grips incestuously with this dangerous new sexual rival that she had known so little about until an hour ago.
There was one immediate practical problem however. Now that the alcohol had taken effect Helen knew that she must empty her bladder first, or she would be at a disadvantage in the sexfight to follow.
“So, what do you want to do about it - huh?” Helen repeated.
Helen stood up to her full height and squared off against her rival, folding her own arms across her chest in an unconscious mirroring act.
“You know what I want, my sweet bitch of a half-sister…”
As Laura looked ready to attack Helen held her hand up quickly almost like a cop directing traffic.
“Wait, before we start anything… I really need to pee first.”
Laura laughed incredulously at this then turned dismissively to indicate the nearest cubicle.
“So go in there and piss first then!”
Starting to feel relieved already, Helen skipped past as nimbly as she could in her heels and went into the cubicle. Suddenly she was sent flying as Laura pushed in aggressively behind her, locking the door as Helen turned angrily to face her.
“What – are you going to watch me as well, pervert?”
“Why not? I’ll be doing far more intimate and nasty things to your weak little pussy by the time we’re finished.”
Realising that further argument was pointless, Helen hitched her dress up and cautiously pulled her thong sideways so that she could piss standing over the bowl, keeping a watchful eye on her rival.
As Helen relaxed slightly, she ejected a satisfyingly heavy stream of urine that splashed the heavy porcelain bowl before cascading into the water below. But Laura had been waiting for just this opportunity as she lunged forward, catching Helen off balance and forcing her back against the cold, hard cistern pipe behind the toilet.
“Wh-what the fuck?!” Caught in mid-stream Helen’s warm pee sprayed everywhere as she fell back in disarray, splashing Laura’s dress and running down both girls’ thighs on to the floor. But the vengeful blonde didn’t much seem to care as she intensified the attack, burying her left hand in Helen’s dark hair while grabbing her soaked black thong with the other hand and twisting it viciously.
“Owww… aaaahhh!... FUCK!” Helen squealed as her half-sister tugged the lacy material again and hauled it sharply upwards, giving her the most painful of frontal wedgies as the cotton cut deeply into her tender vulva.
"Let go of me… fucking bitch!” Helen shouted angrily.
“Now, now – that language isn’t very ladylike.”
Laura pushed forward again until the two half-sisters stood pressed together straddling the toilet bowl, forehead to forehead, the naked tops of their full breasts crushing deliciously against each other, squeezing out of their low-cut bras like toothpaste from a tube.
With her back pressed to the cold pipe behind her, Helen knew that she was in trouble as Laura upped her attack; using the commanding grip she now had on Helen’s wet thong to attack her rival’s vulnerable pussy with a rhythmic sawing motion. For now, Helen’s hands scrambled in vain to pull Laura’s figure-hugging dress up sufficiently over her hips to enable her to counterattack against the other girl’s more protected quim.
As her engorged labia were penetrated deeply by the sawing action of the wet cotton, which was also rubbing against her erect clit, the intense sensations of pleasure mixed with pain were causing Helen’s vagina to lubricate massively. She could smell her own musk rising in the confined space as Laura hissed sarcastically in her ear.
“Come on slut, I can tell you’re almost ripe - are you going to give me a proper fight or not?”
Goading her opponent was probably not the best strategy as Laura quickly discovered however and suddenly it was her turn to be surprised as Helen saw red and gave a savage thrust that rocked her foe backwards on her unstable heels.
As her rival fell back trying to regain her balance, Helen’s trapped thong tugged against her even harder until it snapped entirely, mercifully freeing her ravaged pussy from its cruel pressure.
“That was a dirty trick to play, bitch” she sniffed, mightily relieved to be able to continue the fight now on less unequal terms.
“They say that 'all’s fair in love and war',” Laura replied. “But I’m ready to fight you woman to woman now if you prefer.”
There was a hiatus while Helen checked herself briefly for damage and Laura, hitching her dress up, reached down and peeled the sticky thong from her wet vagina before discarding it on the floor.
Helen stifled a whistle as she caught sight of the other girl’s bush for the first time. She had fought several blondes before and generally derided their soft and scrawny bushes, but her half-sister was something altogether different and very special. Laura Symington-Bailey’s unshaven bush was several shades darker than her head hair, and exceptionally lush and tawny: so much so that somehow, oddly, it reminded her of the rich tail plumage of a mythical golden bird.
In her sexfights Helen often relied on her dark, thick, wiry pubes to overcome opponents, rubbing and scraping their traumatised vaginas until they finally submitted to her stronger pussy. Something told her that she would enjoy no such natural advantage over her half-sister when they eventually locked up cunt-to-cunt.
By now both girls had got their breath back as they continued to exchange glares of hate mixed with pure, unadulterated lust. Helen knew that she needed to even the odds after Laura’s successful ambush and as they locked up again in the centre of the cubicle, she managed to sink her fingers in her rival’s blonde hair and force her against the wall.
Reaching down urgently, Helen parted Laura’s abundant pubes before sliding three fingers between her rival’s big, juicy cuntlips, marvelling at how wet and yielding her quim felt already. Simultaneously the blonde re-established her grip on Helen’s hair and thrust three fingers deep inside her moaning adversary’s dripping sexhole. The confined cubicle soon filled with wet, squelching noises as the hate-filled half-sisters leaned together as they began pumping each other in earnest.
Within seconds Helen was sliding her fingers as deep and as fast into Laura as she could and soon she could smell the other girl’s potent pussy scent rising and mingling with her own. Helen soon began moaning louder however as Laura continued expertly fingerfucking her, making it apparent to both girls that the earlier attack on Helen’s vagina had left her in a greater state of arousal than her opponent; a development that Laura was prepared to take full advantage of in her eagerness to extract the first submissive orgasm from her half-sister.
As her marauding fingers applied more pressure to Helen’s throbbing clit, Laura started feel her opponent weakening slightly and took the opportunity to swing their bodies round so that Helen was pressed to the wall. Simultaneously, the blonde squeezed her powerful cunt around Helen's thrusting fingers. Laura had anticipated already that this was merely the first of many sexual battles they would fight that night and, as well as winning the psychologically important first contact, she wanted to intimidate her half-sister with the raw strength of her fighting pussy.
Finding she was suddenly having more difficulty pushing her fingers in and out of Laura, Helen responded by squeezing strongly with her own vagina. Now it was the blonde’s turn to find her finger fucking being slowed down to a crawl by the strength of her rival’s vagina.
“Stupid bitch!” Laura grunted. “Do you really think your weak pussy can resist being reamed into submission that easily?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Helen riposted sarcastically. “I only need hold out longer than your puny cunt – which won’t be difficult, believe me.”
But, as Helen and Laura started to probe and test each other’s muscular strength, they were interrupted by the sound of the powder room’s outer door creaking open. Judging by the intense clatter, whoever came in must be wearing stilettos and they were in a hurry as they made a beeline straight to the cubicle next to the one the two girls were hidden in.
The girls instinctively froze as they heard the staccato footsteps coming closer, and the door next to them slamming shut and being locked. Then an unmistakable rustling sound as the new arrival pulled her stockings and knickers down, letting out a gasp of relief as she sat heavily on the pan.
Laura was the first to take advantage of the sudden distraction the interruption caused to start forcing her fingers roughly inside Helen’s resisting cunt once more, feeling her half-sister’s strong internal muscles rippling then gradually relaxing as she overcame them one by one and pushed in deeper.
Taken by surprise by this renewed intimate attack, all Helen could do to stop herself crying out was to quickly seal her lips with Laura’s so that her frantic whimpers were stifled inside her rival’s hot, sexy mouth.
The woman next door was still peeing loudly into the pan as Helen powered her own fingers inside Laura’s cunt, feeling the strong muscles steadily peeling apart as she forced her digits all the way in. Now it was the blonde’s turn to moan deeply into their conjoined mouths as her cunt was violated even more roughly than before.
As soon as the toilet next door flushed, the two overstimulated girls fastened on each other’s lips ravenously and were soon deep kissing and tonguing, as well as fingerfucking each other, their bodies trembling with renewed erotic tension.
After vacating the cubicle the new arrival paused briefly at the sink to wash her hands, perhaps checking her makeup for a moment, but didn't hang around as the footsteps receded rapidly towards the door.
As soon as the outer door finally snapped shut again, the girls broke their deep, passionate kiss and started swearing at each other as they began finger fucking with even greater ferocity. The final struggle was brief but intense given how close both were to orgasm by now.
“Yes… yes… come for me bitch!”
“No… no… you blonde fuck!”
"Oh...oh...fuck...aaahh...noooo!
Both girls’ tits were now shuddering as they worked each other’s pussies harder than either could bear much longer, their intimate juices flowing freely down the insides of their smooth, slippery thighs. Deep gasps and moans escaped their lips as they drove together and then Helen, finally, let out a mighty groan and started to quiver and lose control.
Feeling her half-sister’s vagina beginning to contract powerfully around her pumping fingers, Laura forced Helen against the cubicle wall as she struggled to finish her off and claim first victory between them.
But it was a moment too late. With a plaintive moan, the blonde also felt her trembling clit starting to explode under Helen’s constant fingering pressure and she fell against her rival as they both convulsed and started pumping girl cum through thrusting fingers, lathering their sweaty pubes and the tops of their thighs with the rich, tangy liquor.
miles.
“Unnnnnn…”
“Ahhhhh…”
“Uuuuhh… fuck!”
“Bitch…”
Shivering with lustful sibling rivalry, Helen and Laura clung tightly together as they weathered the aftershocks of their powerful shared orgasm.
Helen’s head was spinning as she inhaled the sweet scent of sweat and sexual musk that the girls’ frantic, prolonged fingering contest had unleashed inside the cramped toilet cubicle. The raven-haired girl already knew that a long night of carnal exertion stretched ahead if she was to overcome this powerful bitch of a half-sister; but overcome her she must if she was to defend her family honour as well as her mother had in sexually defeating Laura’s mother all those years ago.
As her cognitive faculties started returning, Helen remembered how unsettled she had been by Laura’s two jaw-dropping earlier reveals: the bombshell that both unborn half-siblings had actually been ringside, in their respective wombs, during their mothers’ climactic fight; then the shocking accusation that Rachel Edelman had somehow cheated in securing her victory over Diana Symington. Helen was prepared to accept the veracity of the first claim but fully intended to get to the bottom of the second outrageous slur – by brutally interrogating her blonde rival once she finally had her pinned and begging for mercy.
Her beautiful features set in an uncharacteristic scowl, Helen abruptly pulled her fingers out of Laura’s hot, dripping pussy with a wet slurp, inducing a deep sexual moan from her quivering rival. Suddenly it was the raven-haired girl’s turn to groan and shake at the exquisite sucking sensation as her rival’s deeply-inserted digits were also pulled unceremoniously from inside her tight cunt.
Glowing with heat and lust the girls pushed apart momentarily, Laura leaning back against the opposite wall, her piercing blue eyes flashing tauntingly as she raised her fingers to her mouth and started licking her half-sister’s dripping juices from them.
“Mmmm, you’re certainly a tastier and more challenging bitch than I imagined. But that’s okay as I’m just going to enjoy fucking you into submission even more...”
Helen licked off her own fingers in return, enjoying the deliciously tart and salty taste in her mouth.
“What a deluded bitch you are! You may act tougher than you look, but don’t even think for a second that I won’t break you easily in the end.”
“Uh – like that’s really going to happen.”
“Listen, we can stay here and talk about it, or I know a place close by where we can settle this thing properly… if you aren’t afraid that is….”
“Bitch, I’m going to get even for what your mother did to my mother - even if we have to fuck all night.”
“That’s what I was hoping you would say. Let’s get out of here."
"Wait, where are we going?"
Helen’s expression betrayed the fact that she was hoping for a big reaction to what she said next, and she wasn’t disappointed.
“You’ll know the place. We met there once before when we were both much younger…”
“What! You don’t mean…?”
Judging by the way Laura’s jaw dropped at the sudden revelation Helen knew that she had won back a point in the half siblings’ ongoing battle for psychological and sexual dominance.
Discarding their soiled underwear in the litter bin Helen and Laura vacated the powder room and sauntered out nonchalantly through the quiet bar, causing several patrons to turn their heads and tut quietly at the sight of two such brazen young women, their hair dishevelled and cheeks flushed suggestively as a result of whatever activity they had been up to during their half hour absence in the ladies powder room.
Walking shoulder to shoulder but barely speaking to one another in their tense excitement, the two girls hurried from the Royal Mile Club to meet their destiny, as their mothers had two decades earlier.
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The Edinburgh Hamilton, the most prestigious old-style hotel in Scotland’s capital was located just half a block away on a leafy square in the Georgian New Town.
As Helen had checked in already the girls ignored the reception desk as they strode across the lobby purposefully and took the lift straight to the 5th floor, pausing only briefly outside Room 513 as the raven haired girl rummaged in her bag to retrieve her passkey.
Both girls were hushed and reverential as they entered the darkened room, like pilgrims crossing the threshold of an important shrine for the first time. Helen turned on the desk lamp rather than the bright main light to avoid spoiling the moment as both girls gazed around in wonderment, deeply aware of the significance of the location that Helen had chosen for their coming sexual battle.
“I can’t believe this is where it happened…”
“Just think we were last here 19 years ago…” Helen was fixated by the enormous, queen-sized bed that she realised would become a sweaty, cum-stained battleground soon enough.
“That’s the bed…”
Laura eyed her scornfully. “I really doubt it’s the same bed.”
Ignoring the jibe, Helen opened the door to the big ensuite with its spacious walk-in shower. She still felt sticky and grimy after their earlier encounter and was keen to get cleaned up first. “That toilet was pretty disgusting. Shall we get showered first?” Laura considered the proposal carefully before nodding her assent. “Okay, but only if I get to go first.”
“I can’t believe your mother booked you into the same hotel room she fought my mother in,” Laura mused from inside the bathroom as she pulled her stained dress up over her head and flung it in a pile on the floor.
“Yeh - I guess it was more than just a coincidence,” Helen replied, watching through the open door as the blonde unclipped her white bra and let her big, creamy breasts tumble free. Did mother choose the room out of pure nostalgia, Helen thought, or did she suspect more even now than she was prepared to let on?
Turning towards the open shower, Laura showcased the exquisite curves of her firm, shapely buttocks as she looked over her shoulder at Helen. The girls’ eyes were full of renewed heat and lust when they met. Tearing off her own bra and dress, Helen had covered the short distance between them by the time Laura turned the water on, turning expectantly and bracing herself to meet her half-sister’s headlong rush.
As the hot, powerful shower jet cascaded down, the girls collided frenetically, and locked up in a tight embrace, their evenly-matched breasts slamming together as their hungry mouths sealed in a raw, sucking kiss.
Helen’s initial momentum forced Laura back against the tiled wall and she used the advantage to ram her thigh repeatedly between her rival’s legs, driving inwards and upwards until she could feel with satisfaction the blonde’s hungry cunt begin to open, trapped against the smooth muscle of her thigh.
Laura moaned into their trapped mouths but fought back strongly, grabbing her half-sister’s dark locks and pulling hard. Helen gasped in sudden pain and found herself gagging simultaneously as Laura’s probing tongue forced its way down her throat.
Sprayed continuously by the warm, cascading water the girl’s big firm tits crushed hard; taut wet flesh yielding and melding together as Laura twisted violently, forcing Helen around until their positions were reversed, allowing the blonde to drive her thigh forcefully upwards between her rival’s legs.
Helen struggled to contain the attack, fighting back with her own tongue, her exquisite body writhing in her half-sister’s strong embrace; while at the same time feeling her thick cuntlips spreading wider apart under the constant rubbing pressure being exerted by Laura’s supple, toned thigh.
Suddenly Helen broke off their deep, passionate kiss and moaned as she felt her engorged vulva starting to suck too easily on her rival’s driving flesh.
“That’s right slut,” the blonde hissed in her ear. “Feel your clit trapped against my thigh. You want to come so much, don’t you?”
“Noooo!” Helen wrapped her arms around Laura's waist, pulling their bodies closer in desperation, straining until she managed to force the other girl back into the centre of the shower stall, their lithe, slippery bodies struggling in the water jet that cascaded directly down on to their heads.
Still holding on to her rival tightly Helen rocked her hips back then jerked forward, allowing their hairy cunts to smash together.
“Owww!” Taking hold of Helen’s waist, Laura rammed her own hips forward in return so their cunts slapped together again with even greater force.
“Nnngh!” Matching her rival’s waist grip, Helen jerked forward again as the sibling rivals slapped their cunts together again… and again... and again… sending ripples of delicious pleasure burning from their swaying breasts to their wet pussies.
Gradually, to the accompanying sound of loud, wet slaps and smacks they opened their legs wider, allowing their cunts more direct contact until finally the raven haired girl pressed the blonde against the tile wall and, this time, each twined a leg around her rival’s as they fucked harder and harder, their hands sliding down to each other’s straining, bucking hips.
Grunting and moaning, Helen and Laura could both feel the heat and unbearable lust welling through their teenage bodies as their vulvas flattened and rubbed into each other in a trial of intimate sexual strength; slurping and deep sucking as each girl fought desperately to make her rival come before she succumbed herself to the incredible tension building in her thrusting loins.
The sibling rivals’ bellies slapped together rhythmically as they continued to saw and grind their struggling cunts together in the hot, steamy shower room, their feet now partially submerged in the water that was now overflowing the shower tray.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!”
“Aaaaaaahhhhh shit!”
“Cum first you fucking whore!”
“No slut- you cum first!”
But it soon became clear that the bitter rivals had merely fought each to another draw, as Helen’s pussy gushed hard against Laura's at almost precisely the same moment that the gasping blonde sprayed hot cum on hers.
“Oh .. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… fuckin’ bitch!”
“Aaaaahhhhh…aaaahhh… cunt… you fucking cunt!”
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For a short time the two girls leaned into each other after Helen killed the water, their shining tits heaving as their breath came in hot gasps, their sleek, smooth flanks quivering, their pubic bushes slick with water and pussy juice.
Once they had recovered sufficiently, they peeled apart and briskly toweled dry before moving into the bedroom to continue the contest.
“Let’s measure up first,” Helen challenged, opening her legs provocatively to her half-sister as they sat facing each other on the queen-sized bed.
After taking in the sight of each other’s intimidatingly hairy fighting cunts for a moment, Helen and Laura slid forward across the silky sheets in unison until they could scissor their thighs together comfortably.
Just before locking up, the sibling rivals used their fingers to part their vulvas slightly, then pressed together firmly, feeling their thick lips squashing against each other before sealing tightly and expanding outwards as the force being exerted on them steadily increased.
Gasping erotically, both girls continued to drive forward with the weight of their hips and thighs until the intimate pressure ratcheted up still further... until they could feel their big, erect clits being squeezed out of their protective hoods as they came head to head for the second time. And, as far as both Helen and Laura could tell, their oversized clits were perfectly matched in size, weight and hardness.
Furthermore, as their elastically muscular vaginal lips continued to stretch and probe against each other, it quickly became apparent that not even the slightest overlap existed between them. It was more than each rival half-sister had expected or even secretly hoped to discover: it was now indisputable that Helen Brodie and Laura Symington-Bailey’s fighting cunts were perfectly matched in size, shape and strength.
The dawn light was creeping in through gaps in the hastily drawn curtains, illuminating scenes of messy carnage in the hotel room: trashed dresses and underwear strewn randomly across the floor; an unfinished plate of canapes tipped upside down; a wine bottle spillage that had soaked into the thick pile carpet.
The massive queen-sized bed, long bereft of its top sheet and quilt, was in utter disarray: its rumpled, sweat-damped surface stained with love juice and dotted with sloughed strands of head hair as well as pubic hair, a mixture of light and dark.
Two women lay atop the bed in a fitful slumber, their young, nubile bodies naked and completely entwined. On closer inspection both looked the worse for wear: dishevelled hair matted and tangled; their skin flushed and blotchy, displaying the telltale blemishes and abrasions that divulged a long night spent in the pursuit of a particularly aggressive form of feminine sexual duel.
The weapons the women had employed for this duel were their own naked bodies of course: their mouths, breasts, bellies, thighs, fingers and vaginas. They had fought a remarkably close battle through the night: trading orgasm for orgasm until both lost count of how many temporary sexual victories they had won and lost.
Now they lay entangled on their sides, having passed out from exhaustion in the aftermath of their last shared orgasm, their inflamed pussies joined to each other by a drying crust of vaginal residue and congealed pubes.
As the dawn light crept across her beautiful but bloodshot face, the dark-haired woman stirred and moaned, feeling her bruised and aching red clit starting to grow turgid again. As she came more to her senses, she could feel her tender swollen breasts pressing into her rival’s big teats, gummed together by the dried-in sweat and goo spreading around their weeping nipples.
As the dark-haired woman tensed her aching limbs for one last desperate attempt to fuck her enemy into submission, to her shock and dismay she felt her blonde adversary tightening her grip simultaneously.
Disconcerted by how slowly their sexual strength was returning, the two women nevertheless pressed their barely tumescent clits together as they grappled and started to fuck again on the sex-slimed bed.
“You dirty fucking cunt…”
“Filthy, fucking whore…”
Soon, the sound of hot, wet pussy flesh sucking and squelching filled the room again as each desperate woman struggled to conquer her rival sexually before the last of her strength gave out.
On this vital occasion the blonde’s recuperative powers were finally proving stronger however and, as her pink clit bore down forcefully, there was no longer any doubt that, tonight of all nights’, it was proving to be harder and more resilient than its blood-red rival.
“Aaaaahhhh!”
Feeling her ravaged pussy starting to yield as it was reamed forcefully by her rival’s rejuvenated clit, the dark haired woman let out a sharp, bitter little cry as her adversary rolled on top and pinned her, still struggling, to the sex-slimed bed sheets.
Securing the pin with relative ease the blonde stared down triumphantly into her rival’s tear-stained face.
“Got you finally, bitch!” Diana Symington grunted, exulting in her sudden sexual dominance over her bitter love rival.
“Surrender to me nicely now, and I might even invite you to my wedding with Hector!”
And with that, the beautiful blonde English heiress greatly increased the pace of her hip gyrations, her big, meaty pussy grinding itself greedily into Rachel Edelman's increasingly defenceless, wide-open twat.
“Ahh – I -no – uuuhh uhhh!”
Reeling and squirming as her opponent’s implacable body weight pressed her into the sweat-damped sheets, Rachel had a sudden awful vision of her as yet unborn daughter, still safely cocooned inside her womb, rejecting her in later life after discovering that her weak mother had lost her the rich birthright she deserved; having been fucked into submission to lose the one man she loved to this slut of an English heiress.
Fighting to relieve the pressure on her trapped vulva, Rachel involuntarily grasped Diana Symington’s full, curvaceous buttocks with both hands, only to find herself pulling her nemesis into herself ever more deeply as she started to feel the beginnings of a final submissive orgasm stirring deep inside her straining vagina; Rachel knew she must act urgently, but had no idea what else she could do to stave off her impending defeat.
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Nineteen years later in the same room of the prestigious Edinburgh Hamilton hotel, Rachel and Diana’s daughters, Helen Brodie and Laura Symington-Bailey, sat facing each other on the queen-sized bed, their long, shapely legs twined together; their juiced up pussies still kissing after having recently measured up.
“Well, this is all rather jolly,” Laura laughed ironically as she squeezed her hot pussy against Helen's while tossing her head backwards, exposing the perfect line of her graceful neck. Even Helen had to admit to that she had never come across another woman’s vulva and clit that felt so perfectly matched to her own in every conceivable dimension.
“Of course, you do realise,” she said matter of factly, “now we are locked together, there can be no separation or retreat until one of us finally submits.”
Laura’s eyes narrowed, but she simply nodded and with that, the two naked half-sisters thrust their hairy cunts together, flexing their pelvic muscles and twisting viciously as their thick labia steadily tightened around each other.
“Uuunnghh!”
“Hunnnaaahhh!”
After some inconclusive back and forth slapping and shoving, a full cunt lock was quickly established as the sibling rivals continued to grind their puffy, engorged labial folds together, their locked, glaring eyes seeming to dare each other to be the first to falter and weaken.
Soon their strong opposing vaginal muscles began straining in earnest, squeeze and forcing their expanded vulvas to suck deeply together… until they started to feel that familiar rippling sensation, deep inside their conjoined vaginal canals.
“Not bad for a weak blonde bitch,” Helen taunted, fighting back as Laura’s forceful pumping action triggered an exquisite suctioning sensation between their two gurgling cunts.
The blonde snorted derisively in response: “Feel how wet you’re getting already? How much longer d’you imagine you can hold out before I make you come like the slut you are?”
“The simple answer is - ‘fuck you’!”
In fact both girls’ natural secretions were flowing so freely now that not only were their pussies thoroughly lubricated, but they could feel their buttocks starting to slide with each thrust as the sheet beneath them became increasingly slippery.
As they suddenly inhaled the powerful sexual odours being unleashed, what surprised both half-sisters more than anything was the revelation of how similar in intensity their scent was: it was almost as if, in addition to their fighting pussies, even their musk was perfectly balanced.
Settling back on their elbows, the two girls locked hate-filled eyes as they focused every bit of strength into their locked cunts: letting their swollen, throbbing clits fence; jolting, abrading, and sliding over each other until their straining bodies began to shudder all over with pure, primal sexual power.
The clit duel continued for forty minutes, during which time both girls endured several thrashing orgasms without once breaking the wanton, unshakeable grip that each now had of the other’s cunt. At the first opportunity to catch their breath Laura whistled, almost appreciatively. “Jeez-us, that was a fuck and a half. You still not ready to tap yet, slut?”
“No way! That was just round one...”
Lying flat on their backs now, still locked cunt to cunt, Helen and Laura struggled feverishly, alternately squeezing and releasing their strong vaginal muscles; working up a powerful vacuum inside their conjoined vaginal canals.
“Unnnnnnnnnn!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
As sweat poured off their faces and ran in rivulets down their heaving breasts and bellies, both girls piled on maximum pressure: hips arching high off the bed and holding each other stretched and taut; fucklips straining until each could feel her thick labia starting to invert, teetering on the verge of being sucked wholesale into the folds of her rival’s powerful cunt.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Fuckkk!!!
"Aaahhh! Aaaaahhh!!!
Helen and Laura’s tightly sealed cunts had begun making wanton sucking and slurping noises long before both siblings fell back to the bed, gasping and writhing, squirting hot cum into each other as multiple orgasms washed over both young women until finally they lay back panting and quivering in a pool of their own sweat and cum, exhausted and undefeated, but, temporarily satiated at least.
As she fought to marshal her waning sexual energy, Helen wondered what peculiar combination of strength and skill had propelled her mother's famous victory over her love rival in this same room all those years before. At that moment, she remained blissfully unaware that her vengeful half-sister was selflessly preparing to instruct Helen in exactly how her mother had triumphed over Diana Symington to win the hand of the girls' shared father in marriage...
“Oh god… oh fuck!” Rachel cried out, feeling Diana’s attacking thrusts steadily peeling her own pussy lips apart, until it seemed that the blonde’s big erect clit could ream inside her slick cunt almost at will.
“Save it dear, no god in heaven can help you here now,” the Englishwoman trilled confidently.
Rachel still had hold of Diana’s full, womanly buttocks however and, as her fingertips accidentally tickled the soft blonde hair nestling around her opponent’s anus, she suddenly realised the way forward with the utmost clarity.
“Ohhh fuuck noooo! Aaaahhhh!”
Diana Symington had never been rimmed and penetrated so forcefully in her life before, and she was taken completely by surprise as her rival’s well-manicured fingers plunged in, all the way up to the hilt.
“Noooo! Fuuuuuuuckkkk! Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
In a matter of moments Rachel had turned a hopeless situation into an altogether more promising one as she first sank two then finally all four fingers of her pumping left hand in to her hot rival’s straining rear passage.
Arching her back in desperation, Diana now found herself caught between a devastatingly erotic hammer and anvil: massively overstimulated as Rachel’s probing fingers massaged her G spot roughly from behind while her pussy became trapped as Rachel’s newly resurgent clit started to thrust back more confidently against her own.
To compound the blonde’s dire situation, her opponent deviously flattened her own cheeks on the bed, denying any opportunity to retaliate in kind.
Moments later Diana screamed and Rachel felt the liquid heat as waves of hot cum streamed from her love rival’s contracting cunt into her welcoming pussy. Seizing the opportunity, Rachel thrust her groin in hard as she rolled her rival over on the bed.
Once on top, the raven-haired woman quickly established control, feeling her rejuvenated clit dominating Diana’s while the latter was still riding out her overpowering orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhh… goddd… GODDD!!”
“Save it dear, no god can help you here now,” Rachel repeated almost tenderly in Diana’s ear while her driving fingers continued to ream her love rival’s lubricated backdoor passage, which was starting to feel considerably less tight than when the contest began.
Fairly soon, under Rachel’s devastating twin-pronged assault, an even more devastating orgasm detonated deep inside the hapless blonde’s pussy, causing her to convulse in ecstasy once again. Rachel found herself struggling to resist her own building orgasm as her rival’s body jerked and bucked beneath her; as their swollen breasts crushed together, as the other woman’s clit surrendered deliciously to her own.
“Ohhh... ah ah ah ah ahhh …st-sto... STOP!!!”
That Diana finally seemed more desperate to extricate herself from the punishment she was receiving than continue the fight was sweet music to Rachel’s ears.
“I can’t hear you properly…what was that you just said?”
“I-I said st –st -stop it you nasty whore!!”
“Really? Well I’m sorry that’s not good enough, because nothing happens until you surrender totally - and agree to ALL my terms!”
Diana gasped and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as Rachel continuing to grind down and pulverise the blonde's routed cunt... threatening to take her to a more unnatural level of pleasure mixed with pain than she could realistically hope to tolerate...
“Aaahhh... wh..what terms?”
“Mmmmm… I’m talking about a signed legal contract... guaranteeing that you’ll stay away from Hector now and forever.”
“N – not forever! Not possible... wh- what if Hector decides to leave you of his own free will?”
“Okay, let’s keep this simple. Promise to stay away from my family until my unborn daughter reaches eighteen – the age of maturity. After that you can look me up whenever you like. Hah! …if your looks and lovely complexion haven’t faded entirely by then!”
Unwilling to concede the long and bitter struggle even at this late stage, Diana Symington continued to resist her nemesis until a final, even more devastating orgasm erupted from her ravaged twat, and she was forced tearfully to accept every one of Rachel Edelman’s humiliating demands.
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“Your mother didn’t exactly tell you how she defeated my mother did she?” Laura probed as they lay entwined on the bed, feeling their dormant clits starting to recover from the string of heavy orgasms they had inflicted on each other.
Helen’s reply was staccato and abrupt as if she couldn’t wait to close the discussion down: “She told me all I need to know: how her clit proved much stronger than your mother’s. Strong enough in fact to leave the field clear to marry father.”
Laura’s lips twisted ironically at this unjust slight. “Don’t forget he’s my father too. And that wasn’t how it happened in any case.”
Helen could feel her angry red clit starting to harden again swiftly: if this girl really wanted to needle her she had touched on the right chord.
Raising themselves on their elbows the girls locked eyes again, each registering the others’ lust and hate, tinged with excitement and a little bit of fear.
Laura licked her dry lips before continuing: “Well, the version I heard was that my mother’s clit was actually the stronger of the two and, as the dawn came, she was riding on top about to finish your mother off.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! If that was the case, then why did my mother and not yours end up marrying Hector?”
Helen had already heard enough as she raised herself into a sitting position while pressing forward, spreading her cuntlips against her rival’s, more intent than ever on destroying the other girl’s big pink clit.
Laura’s lips curled into an inscrutable smile as she rose to meet her sibling’s attack, pulling her in tight, their engorged breasts flattening against each other, taut skin fusing, nipple scraping nipple, areola flattening to areola. As the girls’ mouths locked their darting tongues twisted together, lathering their sweet spit around inside their hot mouths as they both groaned erotically.
Flexing her thick labia, Laura checked that the mutual cunt lock between them was fully secure before she moved to initiate the next part of the ambush she had in mind, sliding both hands down so that she could get a firm grip on Helen’s full, curvy buttocks.
Events moved quickly from that point as Helen gave a sudden involuntary shudder as her rival’s fingers stroked the little dark hairs around her highly sensitive bum crack.
Maybe it was down to a lucky premonition, or perhaps she had finally worked things out for herself but, whatever the reason, Helen was prepared to retaliate immediately when Laura, not entirely unexpectedly, jammed two fingers in her tightly puckered asshole.
Another thing that the two siblings now discovered that they shared in common was an extreme sensitivity to anal penetration. As their overstimulated clits crushed head to head, their fingers started to ream their tight holes, sending overpowering shock waves of pure ecstasy burning through their luscious bodies.
Neither overstimulated girl could operate at the outer limits of her sexual endurance for much longer, and although the battle between their hungry cunts raged on, trading reciprocal orgasms as each tried and failed to suck the other in, exhaustion finally took them and their quivering bodies dropped back on the bed as they passed out.
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It was some time before Helen finally woke and, with the curtains in room 513 still drawn, she had to check the bedside clock to calculate how long she had been out for. Eleven-thirty: that made it approximately seven hours of beauty sleep. And, oh boy, she had needed every minute after such a torrid night of sex.
Helen was somewhat surprised and disappointed to discover that Laura had already left; a part of her had been hoping that they would resume their duel in the daylight, after having fought each other last night to an honourable draw.
Then she spied Laura’s handwritten note beside the bed. She read the elegant script with widening eyes then quickly crumpled and threw the ball of paper at the wall opposite.
So, it’s au revoir for now, my beautiful bitch of a half-sister.
Much as I’d have enjoyed staying behind to finish our little feud, I’m off to catch a plane today. Mother and I are spending the rest of les vacances on the Riviera, at the Negresco in Nice. I’ll try to remember to send a postcard.
Oh, by the way, Diana wanted me to let you know that she’s very much looking forward to catching up with your mother and picking up where they left off when we get back. The terms of the legal agreement between them expired when you and I reached the age of eighteen. That means that Hector – and your most undeserved birthright – are still very much up for grabs.
Byee!
Laura x
To be continued/
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