Elke Sommer vs. Raquel Welch
Personally, I could never see Elke beating Raquel but, at the moment, the naked battle has come to a momentary halt as Elke, using her long legs and powerful thighs, holds Raquel spread-eagled with arms pinned over her head. She taunts her adversary as she runs her stiff nipples across Raquel half opened lips in a show of feline domination and demands that Raquel suck them in supplication. As Raquel feels the cool air caress the doors to her exposed Pleasure Palace, she realizes that she is in no position to refuse and accommodates the Teutonic tit-mauler. Raquel is just trying to buy time hoping that Elke’s legs will become tired or wet with perspiration enabling her to break the painful spread that it causing pulsing shots of pain from her knees to her groin.
Raquel also notices that Elke’s eyes are beginning to glaze over as she ministers to her stiff, swollen nubs; it is apparent that Elke is turning on as she rubs her neatly trimmed natural blonde bush into Raquel’s lower belly. Elke’s puffy, pink, swollen pussy lips are leaving wet tracks up and down Raquel’s tanned belly as she attempts to satisfy her clit’s demand for physical contact. It is a dirty little secret that Elke is a ‘leather-girl’ and the 'word' is that she is a dominatrix (as reported by GF who may have personal knowledge of that fact). While Elke is definitely getting off on dominating the beautiful American actress, she wants something more. She wants Raquel to scream and beg for mercy; she wants to crush Raquel’s head between her thighs; she wants to slap Raquel’s already crimson red breasts until she cries; she wants Raquel to admits that small, firm breasts with pointy nipples are better; and, she wants to capstone her victory by making Raquel ‘cum’ like the Yellowstone geyser.
The thoughts of dominating this Latin bitch is already sending small tremors through Elke’s nether regions and she can feel the familiar heat burning in her groin. Raquel can feel some of the small spasms raking Elke’s body and knows that Elke is experiencing the natural precursors of victory. Raquel also knows that the small tremors could become earthquakes that Elke may not be able to control. Instinctively, Raquel feels that, if she could turn Elke on even more, Elke might involuntarily release some of the pressure on her inside thigh muscles that are being stretched to their absolute and painful limits.
“Fight me like a woman, you Teutonic Bitch, or aren’t you woman enough to put it all on the line? My clit will turn your little clit inside out.” Raquel challenged. Almost immediately, a large tremor rocked Elke’s body and she tried unsuccessfully to contain a groan that traveled from her crotch to her lips.
“Come on, Bitch! Fight me!” Raquel prodded trying to wish away the pain pulsing in her groin not knowing how much longer she could resist the inevitable. The muscles on the inside of her thighs and her groin muscles were on fire.
“Don’t do it Elke! She’s trying to trick you. She just wants you to release that grapevine. Don’t let up on her, her legs can’t take much more; they are quivering with strain; her pussy has already sprung a leak which is a sure sign that she knows that she is defeated.” shouted GF, Elke most devoted subject.
“Make her submit; make her scream! Show her that beautiful, big-breasted women cannot fight as well as flat-chest, boyish-looking blondes. Show her that blondes are better. Trap her head between your thighs and let her pay you the homage that is your due.” shouted Barbosa.
Although Raquel could not see Barbosa, she recognized the unforgettable voice with its thick accent and limited command of the English, she could not believe that he betrayed her for this pompous blonde German bully. She responded to Barbosa in his native language. Although, I do not know what she said, Barbosa’s face went white in fear. The betrayal lay heavy on Raquel’s heart and she shed a tear in disappointment but now Barbosa’s betrayal has sparked a new fire and she wants the beat the German slut now more than ever. At least GF had made his intentions clear from the beginning. He enjoyed women with boyish figures; he was definitely an ass man and Raquel had to admit that Elke had one fine, firm ass – as ass that she would love to ride if her present situation was reversed. Certainly, if she won this fight, she planned to ride that fine ass late into the evening. Taking strength in Mindcastle’s support and the pleasure she would take in pumping into Elke’s lilly-white ass, Raquel again tried to goad Elke.
“You know you can’t beat me where it counts. I can’t believe that you are getting off ‘fucking’ my belly button with that stiff German clit of yours. If your clit is as good as Jill St. John claims it is, why don’t you prove it and take me on clit to clit. “Raquel challenged.
Elke smiles with confidence and releases the grapevine while moving her body lower on Raquel’s until her blonde bush merges with Raquel’s auburn thatch. Raquel moaned in near pleasure as the groin pain subsides and moves her legs up to cup Elke’s hips with the intimate battle to come. As she opens her legs to Elke’s clitoral assault, she can feel Elke’s infamous stiff sex rod come to rest against her unsheathed crimson red counterpart. They both screamed in unison as the sexual daggers came to rest beside each other and pump together in a slow teasing as they plow deeply into the ridges surrounding these elevated weapons. Raquel realizes that Elke’s sex swollen clit is large and hard; perhaps even larger than her own and is weighing her fight or flight options as the fight had found a momentary equilibrium. With her legs wrapped around Elke’s hips, Raquel is in a perfect position to roll her off and then get on top. But, realizing how strong Elke is, she realizes that she may not be able to hold the top position long enough to drive Elke the orgasm that would sap her strength and distract her from the fight.
With the score tied at 46-46 and with both women beaten and near exhaustion, Raquel’s decision will be crucial.
