Message-ID: <27679asstr$975841803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20001202170225.5884.qmail@web3606.mail.yahoo.com> From: Rino MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Avon Calling (FF,Sexfight,2/3) Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2000 06:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw Avon Calling (Part Two) As Mary fell to the carpeted floor of the foyer, her legs flew open, and she heard her skirt rip along the slit. The hem of the skirt rucked itself up around to the middle of her thighs, and Carol's heavy leg fell between her legs. Her crotch was suddenly slammed with the muscular weight of Carol's leg. "Ummph!" she cried. She twisted her hand into Carol's fine blonde hair and pulled. Carol yelled and tried to pull herself up, slapping a hand down on Mary's wrist to wrestle it away from the hair. The clip that held Carol's hair slipped off, and Carol was able to twist her head away. She pulled herself halfway up and slapped Mary hard in the face, a stinging blow. The pain enraged Mary. She swung her right hand up and caught Carol on the jaw, a solid connection. Carol's head snapped back. Mary quickly scrambled out from under the voluptuous blonde woman and quickly pulled herself to her feet. Carol put a hand down on the rug, and hoisted herself up to one knee. She raised her face to Mary, and Mary was shocked to see a grin on that face. She was enjoying this! Through the sudden anger that had descended like a red haze over her consciousness, Mary realized that the sudden kick of adrenaline had energized her, and made her feel edgy and quick. She felt the drive to crush this woman who had the audacity to insult her and her family, to rend and tear her clothes and make her submit. She wanted that blonde bitch underneath her, and she was determined to follow through. And that honest corner of her mind also realized that she wanted this. Mary bent down her head and charged, extending her arms like claws. As she hit Carol's midsection with her head, she grabbed onto Carol's arms, and barreled her backwards. "Oooooffff!" Carol sharply uttered. She was propelled backwards into the living room, her legs furiously backpedaling in their high heels. She landed on her back, butt skidding a bit, and Mary landed on top of her. Carol's legs were bumped apart, the tight skirt suddenly splitting with a tear, and Mary's hips fell between those powerful thighs. Carol suddenly wrapped her arms around Mary's torso, twisting the blue jacket. She squeezed her arms together, grunting. Mary's middle was in-between Carol's legs, and she tried to raise herself up on her arms. This caused her pelvic region to scrape along the front of Carol's panties. Mary noted that her crotch was now firmly placed in contact with Carol's. She strained against Carol's strong bearhug, her own hands trying to crush the blonde's arms. Mary brought her upper body down sharply. Her breasts slammed down onto Carol's large bosom, and Carol gasped in shock. Mary felt a small hot needle of triumph. She raised her body again, and pushed it down, again trying to pound Carol's large heavy breasts with her own smaller orbs. They were firmer, and Carol made several gasping whoops as Mary beat her chest up and down. Carol finally released her tight embrace. Before Mary could lower her tits down again, Carol reached up and pressed her hands onto Mary's breasts and started to squeeze them. Mary felt the sharp pain in her breasts, and her eyes started to water. The rubbing of the bra on her nipples started to stiffen them, and the erect nipples were exquisitely tender. Okay, two could play at that game. She tried to ignore the sharp pain in her breasts, and bent her fingers into claws. She swiftly hooked her hands onto Carol's large breasts and started to maul them. "Oh, you goddamn cunt! You fucking slut!" Carol raged, spittle flying up from her mouth. The women continued their mutual breast mangling, with waves of pain emanating from their boobs. Mary tried again to raise herself up, and succeeded only in grinding her panty-covered crotch into Carol's mound. The two women's eyes met, Mary looking down at Carol as they continued to squeeze and mangle one another's breasts. Their faces were contorted with anger, lips curled back against their white teeth, eyes narrowed in fierce primal malevolence. A part of Mary's mind wondered at it all. Here she was, locked in this absurd battle with a neighbor, a god damned catfight, for Christ's sake, in 1956. In the fucking suburbs! This was Eisenhower's America. Such things did not happen here. But another wave of pain from her tender breasts brought her back to reality. This snobby disgusting bitch was trying to tear her a new one. The only thing she could do was fight back. With an extra impetus of anger, she rolled off Carol and to the side. She whimpered briefly and she lifted her hands to her wounded breasts. Carol's hand fell away and she brought them to her own tender orbs, making irregular moans. Both women lay on their back for about fifteen seconds, aching, as they tried to gather their strength. Mary tried to rise to a sitting position. She thought if she could get to her feet, she might be able to get to the door and get the hell out of here. But it wasn't to be. Carol said, huskily, "Oh, you are the perfect playmate, you are. I'm going to enjoy this!" She rolled quickly to her side and clamped her arm against Mary's torso, the forearm slamming into her chest just over the breasts. Mary found herself falling backwards onto the carpet again. Carol quickly hooked her right leg over and worked it between Mary's legs. Her skirt was raised almost all the way up, revealing the bare flesh between her stockings and the panties. Mary tried to work her arms under Carol's, tearing at the sleeve. But Carol had raised herself up partway and her upper body added to the weight. Plus, something new had been added to the equation. Mary's eyes went wide with surprise. Carol had worked her other hand down between her legs. Carol moved her own leg out of the way, just enough for her strong fingers to suddenly start rubbing Mary's panty-clad pussy with strong, knowing strokes. Mary turned her head to Carol's, her mouth open in a silent amazed question. Carol looked at her, her eyes starting to swim with catfight lust, and she continued the intimate questing rough caress. Mary squawked and tried to get away. Carol's strong arm and legs held her fast. She was helpless for the moment, and she twisted around as much as she could. She was able to get her left hand over to Carol's hair and she started to pull. Carol turned her head to ease the pressure, but she kept up her lewd poking and rubbing of Mary's mound. Then Mary felt Carol's finger go even further. Carol worked one sharp-nailed index finger beneath the crotch of the panties, and Mary felt the digit slide along her hairy vulva. Then, to her horror, the finger found her clit! She couldn't help herself. Pinned like this, her own hands ineffectual, she found that Carol's hand was getting a response. She felt her pussy moisten, the labial lips start to swell and soften. The sheath of her clitoris started to lengthen under Carol's expert handiwork. She took a deep breath and screamed, "Oh, you fucking dyke! You goddamn lesbo CUNT! What the HELL do you THINK you're DOING?!" Carol turned her head to Mary, Mary's hand still embedded in the fine blonde hair. She smiled an evil smile. "Don't come off so high and prissy, you stupid bitch. I know what the fuck you are. You're starting to gush like a whore, cunt. You're not so god damned innocent. Right?" Carol's twisted grin penetrated to Mary's gut. Oh, god, how could she know? It came back like a flood of sensation. When she was twenty, Mary had lived in New York, in Greenwich Village. She had dropped out of college, and for a while, out of rebellion and boredom, she got caught up in the bohemian lifestyle of the beats. And she did things she had never done before...until now. A lesbian introduced her to the deviant subculture of girl/girl fetishes. Under the influence of beer and marijuana, Mary had discovered the unique carnal sensations afforded in the catfight and sexfight. Under the mercurial ministrations of dark-haired Arial, she had fought and scratched and made rough sapphic love, grinding her young cunt into the hairy turgid pussy of the older woman. But that had ended. She went back to school, her rebellion ended, and had met her husband to be. After that was the easy and placid life of a Long Island young housewife, who had ceased to think about the libidinous erotic warfare of another time and place. Until now. ===== Be sure to visit my web page: Rino's Ramblings http://www.geocities.com/rino149/ __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Shopping - Thousands of Stores. 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