Coleen and Rebeah Face Off

Note- This story is only inspired by true events, and is in no way a representation of fact.

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June, 2020.

Coleen Rooney emerged from the court in a rage of anger. The famed 'WAG' or, wife and girlfriend of former England football ace, Wayne Rooney, had just fired her entire team of legal advisors.

She had been informed that her legal case against another so called WAG, the television personality and model Rebekah, now married to Jamie Vardy of Leicester City and England, had little strength.

The pair of celebrities had fallen out of friendship after Coleen had accused the other of being the source of the leak that had seen several of Coleen's private instagram posts published in the press.

After the pair had failed to settle their differences in private the warring women went public and Coleen decided to take Becky to court. Despite the latest setback Coleen vowed to splash out more money to hire even more expensive lawyers.

As she took the lift from the fifth floor to ride down to the lower level of the courthouse, a female hand held the doors open and hopped in.

"Thanks, I thought I'd missed it. Oh, fucking hell!"

Becky stepped into the seven foot by seven elevator and was surprised and a little anxious to discover Coleen beside her.

"You!"

Coleen pressed the button to descend with firm stabs of her thumb as she willed the lift to move. As both averted their gaze and seethed in abject silence they went down, until the lift jerked and the lights flashed on and off. Coleen again stabbed at the buttons on the blinking display, but to no avail.

The lift was stuck!

"Fuck sake! I can't take this!"

Coleen stepped into one corner as Rebekah backed into the other. In complete silence they eyed each other up. Rebekah cut a stylish figure in a body hugging knee length dress with long sleeves and high neckline.

Coleen had chosen an elegant dress in her favourite colour of pink with sweeping sleeves and a pair of peep toe heels. At five feet ten, Becky towered over her diminutive five two rival, and the Liverpool born Coleen felt a slight tension in the cramped confines of the lift.

"Brilliant, you must have pressed the wrong button, you stupid cow!"

"No. I did not!"

"Yes, you did!"

"Did not! You stuck up bitch!"

"Drop dead!"

"Piss on you, cunt!"

As they both glared at each other they began to move nearer, inch by inch, until they were practically nose to nose, tit to tit.

"Say that again, I dare you."

"Piss on you!"

In a strange way the pair of them knew that one day they would come to blows. Both thrust out their bosom and bumped each other with heavy slaps. Then, it started. First, a flurry of loud smacks across the other's face. Right hand over left, then left up and across, followed by overlapping puppy type slaps of their open palms.

Becky snarled, and on an impulse clutched the neck of Coleen's expensive dress and tugged down hard. The front came open with a ripping sound, exposing Coleen's low cut bra. Coleen gasped, her face raging with fury, and she grabbed Becky's loose hair and turned her head this way and that.

"Get...off...me!"

They remained locked, forehead against forehead, and their legs intertwined.

The taller of the two planted her shoes apart on the metal floor and got free to tear away the entire front of Coleen's dress, leaving her in just revealing bra and panties. Coleen had more of a voluptuous body than the slender Becky and her boobs jiggled as they started to grapple violently.

The Scouser managed to tear away Becky's left sleeve and ripped it down to her hip. Loathe to wear bra and underwear, her left breast tumbled out and Coleen slapped at the soft flesh several times.

"Bitch!" SMACK! "SLUT!" SLAP!

They separated and backed up, giving each other a quick once over as they panted hard. Then Coleen acted and smacked her rival right across the tit hard which left Becky gasping for air. Her dress was then rent in two by a powerful lunge from Coleen and she was left standing in all her naked glory.

"Right!"

Becky was livid and her pert buttocks snapped taut as she leapt forwards and grabbed Coleen's bra strap and yanked hard. The thing snapped and Coleen was now topless.

More flailing arms followed as they each attacked the other's tits, simultaneously striking bouncing boobs head on.

Becky's eyes narrowed to slits as she hooked her hands into Coleen's panties and ripped them away with a good, hard tug. The pair of rabid women paused to study the other's pubic bushes.

Coleen had trimmed hers to a cute triangle above puffy labia, whereas Rebekah had tight curls in a straight line up just above the top of her slit.

"What the fuck does Wayne see in you?"

"You can talk. It's obvious that James likes flabby tits."

"Flabby tits. I do not have flabby tits!"

"No?"

Coleen leaned forward and dug her scarlet nails into Becky's spongy tit flesh. She retaliated and reached out to sink her own sharp claws into Coleen's ample bosom. Becky screamed and Coleen's face contorted as they moved around and around in the small space of the lift. They both shed tears but both refused to give in.

"You're a fucking animal!"

Becky was stunned when her bitter rival placed her mouth over her left boob and bit down hard. Their bodies collided and Becky managed to close her right leg onto Coleen's left thigh. Coleen meanwhile moved her right leg inside between Becky's left and in a wild instant they were tit to tit, cunt to cunt.

"Why, you!"

Coleen felt her pussy contract and gasped as a tell tale trickle of her love juices seeped out of her heated cunt. Again she pressed her advantage and an almost obscene squishing sound came from two damp pussies embracing the other.

"Ooo!" Groaned Rebekah as they bumped and ground into each other with reckless abandon.

Then Coleen lost her balance and started to fall backward with a shrieking Becky Vardy on top of her. With their cunts still firmly pressed tightly together they began a titanic struggle for victory.

Both panting hard from their lewd exertions, their naked bodies gleaming with perspiration, began to leg wrestle. Becky tensed her thigh muscles and squeezed hard.

"Now I've got you!"

Coleen grit her teeth and in a supreme effort managed to roll the pair of them until she was the one on top. She bumped, humped, and thumped on Becky in her superior position. In this position with their thighs enclosed about the other, their pussies came together clit to clit.

"Fucking hell!"

Becky salivated and her breathing became ragged as she felt a spasm in her loins. Coleen still pressed her advantage and in the stuffy lift their legs were now slippery and grubby with sweat.

"No!"

Rebekah found an unhidden surge of strength and rolled to pin down her rival beneath her. Moaning now with passionate cries of pleasure, as opposed to pain, they both slid up and down each other's bodies in a lust filled flurry of legs and hips.

"G...give...in?" Mumbled Becky as her clit throbbed and her face flushed.

"Never."

Their bodies stiffened and their buttocks bunched as shock waves of pleasure ran through them. Coleen bucked up from her position under Becky at the same time that she rammed down.

As they ground together in a semblance of sexual intercourse, they purred and sighed until they exploded in mutual orgasms, exchanging bodily fluids and violent spasms.

Wracked by exhaustion and sexual release they both became like two limp rags on the floor of the lift. which suddenly whirred into motion. The doors then flew open and three fire fighters looked on in amazement at the two naked and spent cats, their bared bosom's positively heaving.

"Going down? Asked Coleen as she looked up from the floor of the lift.

END