Hello everyone,
I decided to repost this story (with some minor changes), because I will soon finish Part 2 and this Part is almost unreadable at the moment (all in one sentence, strange symbols).
As a side effect I can try the posting on the new hostboard.
Have fun
Spear
Silke and Verena 4: Honeymoon Suite Part 1
The letter was short. ?Saturday morning at Ten. I want to see your ass in jeans, bitch? Then the address of one of the best hotels in town.
Silke?s pulse quickened as she read it, she could smell a trace of Verena?s perfume on the paper, with trembling fingers she laid the letter down and closed her eyes.
This time they would finally settle everything. They would determine the better women.
Saturday came quickly. Silke wore her tightest jeans and a short, sleeveless tank top that showed a centimeter of her creamy white belly. She spotted her rival in the lobby. Again the two enemies had instinctively dressed alike. Verena?s tight jeans displayed her small, round ass perfectly and the bit of light-golden skin between her jeans and top nearly brought a wet spot to Silke?s panties.
Slowly, with swaying hips, they strides toward each other, their gazes met. A few inches apart they stopped. Coldly they looked each other up and down, taking in the sexy body of the hated enemy they had missed so much.
Verena slowly walked around Silke. Silke stood still, she shivered as their arms brushed together. Then she heard Verena?s footsteps move a few meters away, she knew that her enemy was gazing at her ass. Verena wolf-whistled. Silke couldn?t help but smile.
Verena walked past the honey-blonde, ramming her shoulder in the process.
Silke?s eyes where now fixed on Verena?s incredible butt as the blonde signaled to follow her.
Silke felt a rush of annoyance when she realized that Verena wasn?t headed to the elevator but towards the hotel restaurant.
Inside they found a side corner table with a luxury breakfast already prepared. Verena gave a champagne glass to Silke. As their fingers touched lightly, a flash of desire and fighting-lust raged through her. She just wanted to fight and fuck Verena right here, right now. As her eyes meet Verena?s she knew that the feeling was mutual.
?Cheers, Bitch? Verena said in a sweet voice.
?To us, slut? Silke replied heartily.
They took their time with the breakfast, they feed each other, giggled a lot, always teasing each other, flirting. They carefully avoided body contact to further build the tension for the big sexfight.
In her whole live, there had been nothing Silke wanted more than this fight, she couldn?t wait to feel her enemy.
Finally they left. Verena walked into the elevator, Silke followed fast.
Disappointed Silke realized, that the elevator had a glass front to the lobby, she was so eager to attack her rival.
Each women stood at one side of the elevator, hands at their hips their gazes pierced into each other like daggers, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation and sexual energy. The drive seemed to last for ever.
Finally they had reached the top floor of the hotel.
Verena opened the door, facing each other they entered sideways never taking the gaze from the enemy.
The door slammed shut behind them. The two women where alone.
Steel-Blue eyes locked to amber eyes. Only the heavy breathing of the two enemies broke the deep silence. Their fingertips caressed the rivals face gently and carefully like something really fragile. Suddenly, with a hateful scream, they launch into each other.
Two spit-covered tongues burst out of hungry mouths and clashed together full length with a wet smack. Immediately the pink muscles started to entangle. Their lips sealed the duel, as their tongues pressed together, entwined, brought as much tongue-flesh into contact as possible. The tongues wriggled around each other, each trying to pin and control the other one to the roof or underside of the enemies mouth. With every second the battlefield became wetter. Saliva ran down their chins, it was simply to much to be contained by their locked together mouths.
Silke was ecstatic, she felt dizzy, almost drunken with lust and hate. The tongue fight ever increased in ferocity. Silke?s tongue was exhausted, every move of it was painful but she didn?t slowed down her onslaught, she tried very hard to ignore the growing wet spot inside her tight jeans.
The feelings where to much, Silke needed to release them somehow, her hands found Verena?s straw-blonde hair and clawed into it. Seconds later she felt sharp throbbing pain in her own honey-blonde locks. Silke forced her eyes open, her gaze sunk deep into the beautiful wide open eyes of her opponent, while their tongues wrestled and tangled.
The two beauties pressed their hot bodies harder together. Their breathing quickened as they started to quiver violently. Both forced their eyes to stay open and linked to each , their tongues smashed together again and again.
Suddenly Verena changed the tactic. Instead of ramming her tongue into Silke?s she sucked Silke?s tongue into her mouth.
Silke was taken by surprise, with a jolt of panic she felt her tongue pinned to the roof of her rivals mouth, held in place by Verena?s sexy pink tongue. The moment of panic broke her resistance. She came heavily, Verena followed, still pinning her enemies tongue.
The first victory was Verena?s. But both fighters knew, that many more battles would follow before the weekend was over, before one of them would come off as the better women.
follow before the weekend was over, before one of them would come off as the better women.
As the waves of pleasure slowly lessened, the two rivals separated. Each wiped the saliva from her face.
Verena broke the silence.
?Welcome to the honeymoon suite, bitch? she hissed into Silke?s face.
Verena took the lead and brought Silke to a large living room, two sides of the room had floor to ceiling glass fronts, the view over the city was breathtaking. On the marble table stood a wine cooler with expensive champagne, a basket with strawberries and other fruits, water bottles and a black, wooden box.
The bath was huge and luxurious with a giant Jacuzzi at the window.
Next was a bedroom dominated by a king sized round bed.
At the door to the last room, Verena smiled and gestured Silke to enter first.
Silke entered suspiciously. The room must have been another bedroom, but it was completely emptied of all furniture. Floor and walls where covered by mattresses.
?What the fu..? Silke started, when without warning Verena tackled her viciously from behind. Together they flew through the air. Quick witted Silke turned around in midair, clawing at her enemy. In a heap they slammed onto the mattress.
Instantly their hands clawed into the enemies hair while their denim covered legs entangled.
Both tried to wrap her legs around the rivals waist. Both hissed and screamed as they rolled back and forth over the ground.
Verena managed to secure a headlock and pressed Silke down, Silke kicked and struggled, Verena held on with all her strength. After desperate minutes Silke struggled free and rolled away.
Full of hate they gazed at each other, slowly both fighters stood up and circled around, searching for an opening in the rivals defense.
Verena charged but Silke was very fast, she jumped down and rammed her shoulder into Verena?s stomach, her arms shoot forward to grab her rival but Verena wriggled out of Silke?s grip and rolled away.
Verena kicked at Silke?s side, Silke took the kick and launched forward, grabbing Verena?s top to pull her down, nearly ripping the fabric. Their naked bellies and covered breasts smacked together painfully, kicking, clawing and screaming they tumbled to the floor.
Rolling back and forth they fought fiercely, pulling hair, legs entwined, belly to belly. Somehow, their jeans covered thighs entwined and pressed together, each women squeezed the enemies thigh trapped between her own with every bit of strength available.
Silke?s crotch was pushed hard against Verena?s thigh, waves of pleasure raged through her whole body from her swollen labia trapped by the tight cotton fabric.
Her bellies rubbed against the soft flesh of Verena?s belly, her fingers pulled and clawed at straw blonde hair, while she tried to ignore the sharp pain in her own. Their foreheads touched Verena?s, as she snarled, growled and spat at the hated, beautiful face that filled all her vision.
Frantically both rubbed their crotch against the enemies leg. The heat produced by the friction between the jeans became painful. Still every fighter tried to push the other one over to gain the position on top.
Suddenly Verena lost control, screaming she came. Silke instantly pushed her over and rolled on top, she pinned the shaking woman down, controlled every move of her helpless rival and finally came to her own climax on top of the exhausted body.
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