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Catfight
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
Two sorority sisters have a very public showdown over
a man that one "stole" from the other. (FF, bi, huml,
v)
***
I hate myself, thought Francie as she looked in the
mirror. I'm just a big tub of lard. Any cute guy who
sees me is going to run in the opposite direction as
fast as he can. If I had an ounce of self-respect, I
wouldn't let myself go like this.
She was drying herself after stepping out of the
shower and feeling depressed. After Josiah had dumped
her, she went into a deep funk and began eating to
forget. But even with the 15 pounds she had gained,
she still looked attractive. When she told her
friends, they didn't believe she had any extra weight
on her 6-foot-2 frame. They pointed out that some of
the extra weight had gone to her breasts, which had
already been her most prominent feature, the one that
drew men like a magnet.
I hate these breasts, she thought. My friends tease me
about them because they're jealous, and the boys zero
in on them and never look me in the eyes. That's all
they want from me. Once they've played with them, they
dump me for a girl who's not such a freak. Now they're
so huge they're going to start sagging.
The reason she was most upset was that whenever anyone
-- boy or girl -- looked at her, she thought they were
thinking about how that bitch Gigi had stolen Josiah
from her.
Gigi was a sorority sister at Pi Kappa Upsilon, where
Francie was going for dinner tonight, as she did every
Monday. She had lived in the house a couple of years
until she moved to her tiny off-campus apartment, but
most of her best friends at school were sisters, and
they all saw each other Monday nights at the dinner
and meeting, even if their schedules sometimes kept
them from getting together the rest of the week.
The sisters, even her closest friends, were split
about what Gigi had done. Some of them felt that a
sister should never poach on a sister. But others felt
that all was fair in love and war, and that part of
college was finding the right man in a jungle of jerks
and there should be no restrictions on the huntresses.
But even those who believed in survival of the fittest
sympathized with her, because Gigi didn't seem to be
searching for Mr. Right.
She was more like Genghis Kahn, destroying everything
in her way as she went through one desirable boy after
another. And if she could steal the guy from a girl
who was beautiful or popular, Gigi treated it like a
victory for the basketball team.
Gigi was the spoiled daughter of a wealthy family. She
was attending school on an athletic scholarship
because she was the star guard on the girls basketball
team. She was 5-2 and 105 pounds, and every pound was
firm. She was strong but didn't look muscular, and
though her breasts were softballs compared to
Francie's watermelons, her great legs and round butt
were enough to get boys' attention, especially since
she always wore skintight pants or shorts and moved
her assets while she was walking in a way that would
make a stripper envious. The only thing out of
proportion on her body was her hands, which were
oversized and one of the reasons she could dribble and
pass so well.
It was only four weeks after Josiah had broken up with
Francie, and Gigi had already discarded him. Francie
thought about calling him, but she decided even she
wouldn't sink that low. Besides, she couldn't think of
any reason why she wanted him back. She had really
liked him once, but now he had just become an object
that Gigi had used to humiliate her.
She would be seeing Gigi tonight, but at least it
wouldn't be like the previous few Mondays, when Gigi
found ways to rub Francie's nose into her humiliation.
Gigi knew how to talk trash on the court and off. She
wasn't as blatant about it in private life, but she
found just the right words to torment those she was
toying with, and she had brought Francie to tears each
week. Tonight, Francie hoped Gigi would finally leave
her alone, because the Josiah episode was over. Maybe
she would steal someone else's boyfriend.
Francie scolded herself for thinking that. That wasn't
a nice thing to hope for, she thought. What if the
next victim was one of her girlfriends? If only Gigi
understood how everyone was afraid of her -- even her
entourage -- and how probably none of them would be
friends with her after college!
But maybe that's what Gigi liked. She certainly
enjoyed striking fear into her basketball opponents.
Because she was so small, they always underestimated
her. Then they found that she was not only athletic
and elusive, but she also played dirty. When they got
too close, she would find ways of reaching into their
uniforms and grabbing, pinching, twisting and pulling.
It caused them to lose concentration, and Gigi used
that to score or pass to a teammate in scoring
position or to steal the ball.
If an opponent fought back, Gigi usually went flying,
and when she flopped, there were usually gasps because
she knew how to make it look like she was hurt. When
she got to the free-throw line, she was automatic, so
the coach of the opposing players told them they had
to endure Gigi's torments and play through them or
they might as well give up and go home.
*
"You filthy mouthed whore!" screamed Gigi. Francie was
screaming, too, because Gigi had come up behind her
and grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled her to her
feet. "What have you been saying about me?"
Francie had been sitting in the living room talking to
friends when Gigi attacked out of nowhere. She had not
been at the dinner, and Francie was hoping she
wouldn't see her tonight.
"Answer me, whore?" yelled Gigi as she was being
pulled away by some of the sisters.
"What are you talking about?" yelled Francie back at
her.
"You're going around telling guys that I'm a lesbian,"
she said.
"No, I'm not," said Francie. "Who told you that?"
"Two guys this week, you lying slime."
"They told you I said that?"
"No, they didn't have to. I knew you were getting back
at me for Josiah. You can have him. He can't eat pussy
worth crap. But you're going to pay for your mouth."
"You know, Gigi, I wish I HAD thought of telling guys
that because I see how it humiliates you, Now you know
how it feels. I can't claim credit, but I'm willing to
bet it was one of my friends who's sitting right here.
No, sisters, don't say a thing. I don't want to know
who did it, because I'm going to take full
responsibility. So, Gigi, how are you going to make me
pay? Are you going to steal another boy from me?
Sorry, I don't have one handy. What are you going to
do, you puny little lesbian?"
"If my sisters would just let go of me, I'd show you,"
said Gigi. "I'd tear your hair out. I'd spit in your
face. I'd stick my hand up your huge slimy cunt, you
five-dollar whore."
Francie was surprising herself. She found that the
more worked up Gigi got, the calmer she felt. She knew
Gigi was nothing but trouble. She should get up and
leave, even though it would be humiliating. But she
needed a jolt to get out of her funk. Maybe getting
back at Gigi would help her recover her self-respect.
Anything was better than feeling like she did now and
gaining more weight.
"I'm not playing basketball, Gigi," she said. "You
can't get away with your wandering hands like you do
on the court. And I don't care how it looks that
you're much smaller than me. I could lift your little
body up with one arm. I'd love a chance to throw you
around like bag of garbage. Actually, it would be the
same thing. But I know you're just a little bully.
Unless you can get away scot free, like you do on the
court, you'd never go up against someone who's bigger
than you. So you're just going to have to pout and
pretend, little girl."
"I'm not afraid of you," said Gigi. "Bring it on right
now. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I'm
small, but I'm strong and fast, and I'll take you on
anytime, anyplace."
At this point, the sorority president told them both
to shut up and not say another word until the meeting
was over. Francie noticed the meeting went fast, and
as soon as it was over, the president said, "OK, now
let's talk about Francie and Gigi. I think we should
let them at each other. It's like a duel in the old
days. They need satisfaction. But there have to be
rules, too. I'm going to appoint one friend of each of
them. You will be the seconds.
"The seconds are going to talk to Francie and Gigi and
find out what they'd like to do to each other, and
then the seconds will meet and work out the rules of
the duel. I want a report at next Monday's meeting.
And if I hear about any member saying anything about
this outside of our house -- or telling stories about
Francie or Gigi to anyone -- that member will be
excommunicated for life. Hold it back until next
Monday, girls."
*
I hate myself for being so stupid, thought Francie as
she looked at herself in the steamy mirror as she
stepped out of the shower. It was Friday of the
following week, and she was getting ready for the
duel.
Look at me, she thought. This whole thing has gotten
me so upset that I must have gained five more pounds
in the last two weeks. My breasts are really hanging
now. If I painted them purple, they'd look like giant
eggplants. And I've got another fold of belly fat.
She thought about Monday night when all the girls
started calling the duel the catfight of the century.
There weren't many rules. Both girls had to wear
bathing suits. Both of them had been declawed at a
nail shop under the supervision of the opponent's
second. No gouging or biting was permitted. But
otherwise anything was allowed.
It was a fight to the finish, which meant that as long
as one them still wanted to humiliate the other one,
they wouldn't stop.
She knew that the sorority's living room would be
cleared of all furniture. They were putting layers of
thick exercise padding on the entire floor to try to
prevent injuries. One of the girls who worked in a
photo studio had brought over a bunch of lights, and
there would be at least 10 of the sisters stationed
around the room with their expensive video cameras
shooting the action from every angle. She imagined the
video would become a sorority treasure, shown every
year during hell week to frighten the new pledges.
*
Of course, Francie was ready first. She knew Gigi had
to make an entrance, but she and the others were
shocked when Gigi walked in wearing a hooded robe and
then quickly took it off. Her head was as bald as
billiard ball, and her body gleamed. She had covered
it in oil.
Francie had watched some lesbian wrestling videos on
the Internet during the week, but she couldn't
remember a thing. She knew she was in pretty good
shape, except for the extra fat, because she worked
out a few times a week, but she was not the athlete
Gigi was. She just hoped she could inflict some
humiliation on her opponent and wear her out enough so
she wouldn't be able to do too much damage to her.
Other than that, she didn't have any strategy, and she
knew that was a mistake. She already saw Gigi had some
kind of game plan with the hair shaving and the oil.
It would be hard for Francie to grab hold of anything.
They stood up facing each other, and then the
president gave the signal to start. Before Francie
could blink, Gigi grabbed hold of her bathing suit
top, and her little body was swinging from it like a
monkey from a tree. The straps kept it in place, but
Gigi's weight made Francie bend over, and when she
did, Gigi's feet touched the ground. She was no longer
swinging, but she was still grasping the top tightly
with both hands, and she now leaned back with her
entire weight wrenching the top. Francie tried to move
with Gigi's hands, but it was too late. The top was
pulled up her body, and her breasts sprang free.
A gasp went up from the sisters as Gigi began talking
trash. "What a fucking cow, you are, Francie," she
said. "Look at those udders. They must be full of
milk. Let's find out. Oh, you didn't like that
squeeze, did you. Jeez, those tits are so huge that I
need two hands to hold on to them. Let's see if I can
grab your left one. There, I've got it. Now let's
twist it a little, like that. Look at how it's going
around on itself. Soon it will look like a pretzel."
Francie cried out when Gigi began twisting her breast.
She tried to grab the smaller girl, but her hands
slipped off. She decided she'd have to go for the
bathing suit, too, and her arms were able to reach it.
When Gigi felt her grasp the suit, she let go of
Francie's breast and grabbed Francie's long hair with
both hands and pulled hard. Francie's head snapped
back and she screamed, but she didn't let go of the
suit bottom. She decided to fall back to see if she
could pull it free.
As she fell back, Gigi flew toward her, still holding
tightly to her hair, but with a huge effort, Francie
got Gigi's suit bottom over her behind and down to the
knees. She kept pulling as she felt Gigi release her
hair. She was able to maneuver Gigi by holding onto
the suit until finally it came free. Another gasp came
from the sisters as they saw Gigi was as bald between
the legs as she was on her head.
While she had been concentrating on Gigi's suit, she
hadn't noticed where Gigi's hands were going. But now
she found out as she felt incredible pain coming from
her crotch area. "You forgot to shave your slimy pubic
hair, Francie," said Gigi. "You've got quite a bush
down there, and I've got my hand around enough of it
that I can rip it right off your body if you don't
hold still. That's it. I'm releasing one hand, but the
other one still has plenty of pussy hair. I'll pull it
a little so you can feel it.
"Now stand up straight while I pull down your old-lady
swimming suit. Haven't you ever heard of bikinis. Oh,
look at that. What were we hiding under that big suit.
Look at that fat. You are really a whale. No wonder
Josiah dumped you. You are repulsive. No, don't move
yet, because I'm pulling your top down your body, to
your feet, so everyone can see your big layers of fat
on your stomach and your big fat tits hanging down
over them. There. Let me step back and admire you."
She finally let go of Francie's pubic hair.
Francie was red in the face. She had anticipated that
her extra weight might be embarrassing, but Gigi's
words still stung.
"You are a whale, Francie," said Gigi, standing a few
feet away from her and pointing to her. "Look at those
folds. Look at those two huge things hanging from your
chest. You can't call those breasts. They are just
huge pieces of hanging fat. Yes, blink your eyes. The
lights are on you, and all the cameras are recording
your shame.
"I don't think I could do anything to humiliate you
more than you're doing by standing there, you big, fat
disgusting cow. So I'm willing to call this over and
let you crawl back under your rock and hide."
Francie knew what Gigi was doing. She wanted to quit
while she was ahead. Francie had barely touched her,
while Gigi had pulled some hair, twisted a breast,
stripped her naked and made fun of her weight. Part of
her wanted to give in and just leave, but she didn't
think that for long.
As Gigi finished her invitation to surrender, Francie
lunged and grabbed for Gigi's swimsuit top. She
succeeded and then easily ripped it off her by pulling
it straight up. It pulled at her nice round, perfect
breasts before it came loose, and Gigi said, "Ouch!"
loudly. The sisters laughed, and Francie saw how that
got Gigi angry.
"So the big tub of lard doesn't want to go melt
someplace," Gigi said. "She wants more. Well, Francie,
get ready for some hurt." As she spoke, she jumped at
Francie and reached for her hair with both hands.
Francie flicked her head away, and Gigi missed and
landed at her feet. There were a few cheers, but they
were followed by gasps as Gigi grasped Francie's
ankles and threw herself back, ripping Francie's feet
out from under her. Francie fell hard on her back, but
she bounced high and didn't feel any pain because of
all the cushioning.
Before she could respond, Gigi had run back and jumped
on her stomach, landing as hard as she could with both
feet. It kocked the wind out of Francie, and before
she could recover, Gigi got up with one leg on either
side of Francie and then sat down hard on Francie's
belly. She repeated this a few times until Francie was
out of breath and dizzy.
When Gigi saw that Francie's arms and legs and head
weren't moving, she got up and walked around Francie
slowly. Francie's eyes were open, but she felt
horrible. All her strength had left her. I'm just a
pile of fat lying on this mat, and Gigi has totally
vanquished me, she thought. I guess I better just give
in before she jumps on my belly again.
But Gigi didn't extend an offer this time. After she
had walked around Francie three times and inspected
every inch of the lifeless girl on the mat, she
decided on her coupe de grace. First she bounced on
Francie's stomach a few more times until Francie was
gasping for air. Then she got up again and walked over
to where Francie's legs were stretched out.
She grabbed Francie's ankles and lifted them up. Then
using all the weight of her small body, Gigi leaned
into the legs and slowly pushed them back. Francie
looked up and saw her legs above her and slowly moving
back over her head. It didn't hurt at all because
Francie often did the plow position in her yoga
workouts, but she was worried, because she knew Gigi
wasn't doing this to stretch her.
Sure enough, once Francie's feet were past her ears,
Gigi moved forward and sat down hard on her thighs,
pushing them into her chest and crushing her breasts.
Francie cried out with the pain. As she did, Gigi rose
quickly, turned around and sat down hard again before
Francie's legs could drop. Again her breasts were
painfully crushed.
Gigi was sitting on Francie's legs, which were pushed
back over her and down into her breasts. She was
facing away from Francie. She scooted back on the legs
toward Francie's head. She kept going until she was
sitting on the back of Francie's knees, with Francie's
feet up in the air above her. In front of Gigi,
Francie's naked rear was pushed up facing Gigi.
Francie didn't see Gigi as she put a finger into the
air and waved it at the audience, put it into her
mouth and licked it, but she felt it when the finger
started stroking her pubic hair, and she groaned when
it entered her vagina, which was spread open because
of her position. Gigi wasn't trying to hurt her now.
She was doing something worse.
Her finger gently probed Francie, coming out
occasionally to rub her outer lips, then entering her
again and caressing the insides of her vagina. Then
she moved it to the clitoris, which she lightly
stroked as Francie's groans grew louder. She didn't
rush, but when Francie's body began responding, Gigi
tried to match the rhythm of its movement. Francie
tried to control herself, but finally, she sighed and
shook wildly several times. Francie had brought her to
orgasm in front of all her friends. She was completely
mortified.
Gigi wasn't finished. She pulled her finger from
Francie and held it high in the air again, this time
with a second finger next to it. She inserted both
fingers and began to move them in and out. Francie
couldn't keep her body from responding, even when a
third finger entered.
But when the fourth finger went in, a chill came over
her, and she was no longer excited. She realized what
Francie was about to do, and she tried to move her
lower body and legs away from the fingers. But the
fingers followed wherever she squirmed and kept going
in and out. Then, Gigi tucked her thumb behind the
four fingers, and now all five were going into her.
Francie decided she was going to roll to the side,
even if it meant breaking Gigi's arm, but Gigi must
have anticipated her, because her other hand grabbed
her pubic hair again and give it a quick tug. "Just
lie back and enjoy it, Francie," said Gigi. "I'm ready
to move any way that you want, so don't worry about
me. But if you want to try anything, remember I'm
holding a lot of your pubic hair right now, and I
won't hesitate to rip it right off your skin. So you
might hurt me, but you'll pay for it with a lot of
pain.
"Are you enjoying the full feeling inside? Are you
happy that I have such big hands, not little petite
ones like most girls my size? Does it feel like when
you have two or three of your boyfriends all get into
you at the same time? Is that what you like, you sick
pig?"
Francie decided not to roll, but the last taunt
snapped her out of her lethargy. I've got to do
something, she thought. But what? Gigi is more
athletic, she's quicker, she has a strategy. I'm
nothing but a big, fat, stupid elephant, and she's
totally tamed me. What can I possibly do?
And then it came to her, just as Gigi's whole hand
plunged into her vagina and make her scream out from
the pain and humiliation.
Gigi called for her second. "Please bring the lube,"
she said. "I don't want to hurt Francie." There was
nervous laughter from the sisters at Gigi's cruel
joke. When the lube arrived, Gigi pulled out of
Francie, grabbed a handful of it and then pushed back
in. She did this five times until Francie felt like
her insides were coated in slime. Then she started
moving her hand deeper. Slowly the forearm went into
Francie until it stopped halfway to the elbow. Francie
couldn't control her body from jerking wildly as Gigi
pushed in.
"That should be enough satisfaction for any woman,
Francie," said Gigi with a laugh. "But I know it's not
enough for you, so I'm going to pull my arm out slowly
now. Did you know the anal cavity is even deeper than
the vaginal canal? I think you can probably take me
all the way to the shoulder. Let's see how deep your
love is?"
Francie guessed that before Gigi would attempt to put
her hand into Francie's anus, she'd probably jump on
top of her stomach a few more times to make sure there
wouldn't be any resistance. Just to remind her she was
recovering a little, she lifted her arms and moved her
body a little as Gigi was pulling her arm out. Then
she waited.
Sure enough, after Gigi had made her hand into a fist
and pulled it free, causing more horrible pain between
Francie's legs, she quickly jumped up and straddled
her to start bouncing on her stomach again.
Francie lay still and waited. As Gigi's body was on
the way down, she sat up quickly and put her arms
around Gigi. For a second, she held her tight, and
then she rolled.
It was over in seconds. When Francie's body rolled on
top of her, the weight overwhelmed Gigi. She struggled
briefly, but there was nothing she could do, so she
just lay there. Francie lay on her for a while
breathing deeply as she watched Gigi's face get more
scared. She thinks I'm going to kill her, thought
Francie.
As Gigi's breath was being squeezed out of her and
Francie's was returning, Francie began speaking.
"Gigi, you are so much better in every way than I am,"
she said. "You're more athletic, you're quicker,
you're smarter, you can steal any man from any woman
on campus, you can do everything I can't. There's only
one thing that I have that you don't, and that's fat.
You're right. I am a whale, and everybody in this room
is probably looking at me with disgust.
"I hope you're enjoying all my blubber. Don't worry,
I'm not going to break any bones, but just in case, I
have to do this. That's once. We could call that move
the whale crushing the hairless rat. I see you've
still got a little spark there, so here's twice.
You're awfully quiet now, Gigi. Cat got your tongue?
"Good. I didn't crush all your response out of you,
because you certainly responded to that. I guess no
one has ever pulled you up by your breasts before?
They're so nice and round and squeezable, and they fit
my hands perfectly. Let me see if I can twist them the
way you twisted mine. No, they're not long enough or
filled with fat, like mine. But at least I tried, and
I got another reaction from you.
"Well, you've got no hair, so I can't pull that, so I
guess it's back to the mat with us. Let me get some of
that lube on my fingers. I'll sit on your stomach now
like you sat on mine, but I won't put all my weight on
you unless you try something. Now I can lean forward
and put a finger in your vagina, like you did to me.
"Here's two fingers for you. You know, even though
you've got large hands for your size, my fingers and
arm are both a little bigger than yours. I wonder if
your vagina is smaller than mine. Here's three. You're
already reacting really nicely. I think you've got
some wind back, because that was a lot of sound.
"Here's four. Wow! Where did that scream come from. I
wonder what you'll sound like when I explore your
anus. You promised a fist in the ass, and I don't
think you're in any shape to deliver now, so maybe
I'll do it for you. Here's five. I think the fight has
gone out of you, Gigi, because you're just whimpering
like a wounded animal. I wonder what you'd be willing
to do for me to change my mind about fisting you in
the ass.
"There we go. My fist is inside you. How does that
feel? You sound like a dog that's been kicked, Gigi.
I'm sure you've taken a lot of your big football star
boyfriends up there or I would have never been able to
get my hand in. I wonder how many you've taken up the
ass. OK, Gigi, I tried to push in a little like you
did with me, but I'm afraid that could split you in
two. Maybe I'll try it up the ass, since you say
that's so much deeper.
"Now I'm going to pull my hand out of you, but I won't
make a fist like you did, because I don't want to take
you to the emergency room for stitches. This big whale
is a hell of a lot nicer than the basketball bitch.
"While I'm pulling out, I'll ask you my question
again. What would you do to get me to not put my hand
up your ass? I'm looking for an answer that's one
word. There's only one right answer. What did you say?
No, that's three words. Think hard, Gigi, what would
you do to avoid that incredible pain inside your
asshole and the all the humiliation? Remember, this
video is going to be in the sorority house for a long
time. What is the word?"
"You got it. You win the quiz, Gigi. You're a winner
all the way. The answer was 'Anything.' Friends, Gigi
is willing to do anything if I don't put my arm up her
colon.
"Anything isn't going to be that hard, Gigi. There, my
hand is out of your vagina. That must be a relief.
Relax for a second and get your strength together.
Now, I want you to ask your second to put a couple of
small cushions under your head to raise it up a
little. That's it. Now I'm going to get on my hands
and knees, and we're going to be lesbians, at least
you are. I'm going to move back on you until your
mouth is against my vagina.
"You already made me come with your finger, but this
time you get to do it with your tongue. I've never
done this before, and you say you haven't either, so
it will be fun for us to see what happens the first
time. You need to find a way to make me come four
times before we move on to the second and last
'anything' that you'll do for me. OK, I feel your hot
breath on my pubic hair. It's still damp from before.
Time to get to work."
She's not going to do much, Francie thought. She's
exhausted and confused. But I'll let her go for a few
minutes and then pretend to have some orgasms.
Meanwhile, I'll keep humiliating her by talking about
what she's doing.
"I don't feel much yet, Gigi," she said. "You've got
to do better than that if you want to steal a pretty
lesbian away from her girlfriend. Move it around.
You're just licking the inside of my thighs. You need
to get to the point, so to speak. That's it, lick that
damp hair. It's still got all the juice from when you
made me come with your finger. Do you like the taste?
"Better get used to it, because at the rate you're
going, you'll be between my legs all night. Come on,
Gigi, push through that hair. My vagina is waiting for
your tongue. That's it. I finally feel you. Lick a
little harder to get some flavor. That's more like it.
I feel myself opening up again. I hear wet sounds. It
seems like your feeble efforts got the sap running
again. Drink it up, Gigi. Enjoy the refreshment and
the aroma. Oooh! What was that?"
Her body was shaking all of a sudden, surprised by
something that was happening between her legs. Gigi's
tongue was caressing her gently. It left her vagina
and went back to the inside of her thighs, and then it
was back at her outer lips. But the feeling was
different. It felt more like the enthusiastic tongues
of her boyfriends, especially the ones who got excited
by her large bush. That's why she never trimmed it.
But this was no guy, thought Francie, unless it was a
guy who was a mind reader. This tongue knew exactly
what to do to arouse her so strongly that she couldn't
stop herself from coming over and over. This tongue
knew things she couldn't even express in words. Why
was Gigi doing this, and how did she know what to do?
Gigi's soft, moist tongue between her legs was
touching her in ways she had never been touched. It
moved slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, driving
her over the edge every time. She tried to keep on
talking, but her voice failed her. And then she felt
like she was falling off a cliff. Her whole body shook
as she lost control and panted rapidly as the orgasms
overwhelmed her.
When she came down from the clouds, she realized Gigi
had completed her assignment so she had to get off
her. She looked at Gigi in amazement, and was even
more amazed to see Gigi smiling and motioning for her
to get back to where she had been. In a daze, she got
over Gig's mouth again, and soon Gigi's tongue was
back at work, adding a few more tricks to those she
had used before.
Francie tried to focus on Gigi's humiliation, but all
she could feel coming from the girl under her was that
tongue making passionate love to her. Her mood began
changing from cold to warm to hot. She began feeling
good about herself, better than she had since Josiah
dumped her. Gigi's tongue is going to my brain, she
thought.
The spell was broken when Gigi pushed Francie's rear
up off her face with her hands for a second and said
something. Then she pulled Francie's vagina onto her
mouth again, and the magic continued. Gigi's hands
began stroking Francie's back, going as high as they
could and giving her a slight push.
Then the hands went down to Francie's ass and pushed
it up long enough for her to say something. What was
she saying? The hands went up Francie's back again and
gently pushed. When Gigi repeated this a third time,
Francie listened closely and heard what she said. It
was "Please."
Please what? thought Francie. What does she want me to
do? She's driving me nuts with that tongue. I should
move on, but I don't want to. She's incredible. Why is
she pushing at the top of my back? It's not like she's
trying to push me away.
Then it hit her. Gigi was pushing for Francie to do
for her what she was doing for Francie. She wanted a
69. When Francie understood, without thinking, she
bent forward. Gigi's legs were wide apart, and her
vagina was open and juicy. Francie began licking
around it and then inside of it. For a few moments,
all was silent, and then Francie came another few
times.
She made some sounds but didn't lift her head off
Gigi's vagina.
Then she had to lift it because Gigi began thrashing
around as if she were having a fit. Francie got off
her quickly and looked at her. Her facial expression
was ecstatic, and her body was out of control,
flopping around like a fish in a pail. When she calmed
down, she looked up at Francie with innocent puppy dog
eyes and smiled and then motioned for her to get back
on top.
Francie wanted to do exactly that, but she stopped
herself. What was she thinking? This wasn't about
giving mutual pleasure. Gigi was pulling some kind of
trick, and she better snap out of it before she was in
trouble again.
"No, you don't, bitch," she said to Gigi, and saw
Gigi's face go from bliss to disappointment. "I don't
know why I did that. Maybe as a reward for you showing
everybody the lesbian you really are. But we're here
to teach you a lesson, not get you off.
"Now it's time for your grand finale, lezzie bitch.
You get to eat me out again, but this time you get
some special salsa. I'm moving back over you, but this
time a little further forward. There, we're all set
for you to get your tongue in motion. All you have to
do is the same thing you did a minute ago, but this
time you get to do it in my anus.
"You're trying to move your head away, Gigi, but it
won't work. I'm pulling apart my cheeks with both
hands and pushing down on you so your face is trapped
beneath them. You're not going to get out of there
until I come one more time. Meanwhile, I can rub over
you and see if I can get your nose into my hole like
that.
"I hear those sounds, Gigi. If you throw up now,
you'll enjoy your own stomach flavors mixed with my
anal flavors, so I'd suggest you try to control
yourself. I'm not getting off you until you're done.
I'm waiting.
"There, I felt a little tingle. You've got to do much
better than that. I suggest you start off slowly. Just
lightly lick up and down my crack while I move it over
your face. Do you like all that hair in the crack?
Some of my boyfriends love to do this. They get
excited because they think I'll allow them in there.
And I do, but only their tongues.
"That's more like it. Just run that tongue through my
crack. How does my ass hair taste? I took a shower
before I came here, but there must be some sweat there
now from all the exertion. That's your appetizer,
Gigi.
"Keep going, but now push a little harder. I want to
really feel that tongue pushing through my ass hair.
There. You finally hit the target. I know you felt it,
too, because you pulled away. OK, get control of
yourself and start again.
"Now you're getting the hang of it. I'm going to push
out now, like I'm going to do something into your
mouth. Don't worry, I don't think there's anything
waiting to come out. There, now you can stick your
tongue deep into me, and I'm going to give it some
squeezes with my muscles, just little love hugs from
my anus to your tongue.
"And as I do that, I'm letting go of my cheeks and my
right hand is going to where I'm getting wet again
between my legs. You just keep that tongue right there
while I work on myself, and you'll feel some big
squeezes on your tongue in my anus as I come. I'll
tell you all about it as I'm getting there.
"Ooooh, Gigi, what in the world?"
Francie tried to continue, but she couldn't. She was
too shocked. Instead of just putting her tongue into
Francie's anus, Gigi was working on it just like she
had worked on the vagina. Francie stopped in
astonishment, then started touching herself again.
Gigi was in and out and all around and keeping time
with her. She was devouring her enthusiastically. She
was making love to her anus.
The astonishment mixed with the amazing sensations
Gigi was arousing in the nerve endings around her anus
and Francie's fingers flicking her vagina made Francie
lose control totally. Her rear began rubbing hard
against Gigi's face, her anus wouldn't stop spasming
and orgasm after orgasm washed over her. She lifted
her face up to the ceiling in ecstasy and from her
mouth came a wild animal sound. She felt like a
lioness mating in the jungle.
When it was over, Francie felt like she was glowing.
She loved everyone in the world, and everyone loved
her. Her face was smiling, and she had a hard time
before she finally forced the warm and fuzzy feeling
out of herself.
She got up and looked at Gigi, who just lay there
motionless, taking deep breaths. Gigi was looking at
her with innocent puppy eyes again. Why she looks like
a dog trying to please her master, thought Francie.
But I'm not her loving master. She's my worst enemy. I
need to finish this.
"Thanks for that, Gigi," she said. Gigi smiled as she
said this, but the smile quickly disappeared as
Francie added, "I think you've shown everyone here
what you really are. You are filth and covered with
filth. Look at your face. Give us a shit-eating grin.
"You were really enjoying the feast inside my anus,
Gigi. Well, I'm finished with you, but maybe some of
the other sisters would enjoy giving you the chance to
clean them out with your magic tongue. What was all of
this about in the first place? Someone telling a few
boys that you were a lesbian?
"Well, whoever it was, she was wrong. You're not a
lesbian, you're a bottom feeder who loves to eat out
assholes. I don't care if you steal every boyfriend I
have until we graduate, because all I will ever feel
for you now is contempt and disgust.
"Oh, I see you're getting your voice back, whore. Go
ahead. Say it to me. Give me your best shot, you
loser."
"I hate you, Francie," screamed Gigi. "I may be a
bitch, but you're more cruel and evil and sadistic
than I could ever be. You're mean and vicious and..."
She stopped speaking and burst into loud sobs.
"What about me being a whale, Gigi?" taunted Francie.
"You can do better than that, you little thieving
whore." She stopped, because Gigi wasn't responding.
She was sobbing uncontrollably, and her body was
shaking. She looked like a little girl who had fallen
off her bicycle. Francie didn't have the heart to go
on. She even felt like going over and comforting her,
which some of the sisters were already doing.
I've broken her, Francie thought. She deserved it, but
it doesn't give me any satisfaction. She found her
clothes and put them on quickly and said goodbye to
her friends and went home, where she stood in the
shower for 30 minutes and still felt dirty.
But the next day, Francie woke up feeling different.
The first thing she did was throw out all of the junk
food in her cabinets and refrigerator. After a healthy
breakfast, she did some homework and then went to the
gym for a strenuous workout. She felt totally alert in
her afternoon classes, and after dinner with some
friends, she realized that she hadn't eaten much but
felt full.
She noticed over the next few days that without
consciously going on a diet, she was back to her
healthy eating habits and feeling good about herself
again. She even let her friends talk her into going to
a women's basketball game on Friday. They were on the
opposite side from the team bench, and all of them
watched Gigi, who looked strange with her shaved head.
She played like she was possessed, and they waited to
see her body fly as she provoked the other team to
foul her, but this night she didn't, so the game
flowed smoothly up and down the court.
When Gigi was taken out for a breather, they saw her
drinking some water and looking around. Then she
spotted them. She stared at them and squinted to pick
out their faces. Then she began smiling and gave them
a big wave. They looked at each other in surprise, and
they decided to wave back. She nodded and seemed
happy.
When she went back in, Francie and her friends were
even more surprised. Every time she made a basket, she
pointed a finger at them. She made a lot of baskets,
and soon the small crowd in the gym were all staring
in their direction. They decided not to do anything to
acknowledge Gigi's gestures and pretend she was
pointing to someone else. When the game was over, Gigi
crossed the court and looked like she was going to
come up to them in the stands, so they rushed out
quickly. Francie decided she better not go to another
game.
The next Monday, Gigi showed up for the sorority
dinner and meeting. Her bald head was starting to
sprout a little hair, and it looked ridiculous. She
didn't say anything and sat in a corner with her
friends, but Francie couldn't help glancing at her a
few times. Each time she did, she turned her head away
quickly, because Gigi was staring at her. What was she
up to? Francis thought, and then got angry with
herself. Why should she care? She left quickly after
the meeting without saying goodbye to anyone and then
got angry with herself for doing that.
She had just come home from the library the next night
when there was a knock on her door.
"Who is it?" she said.
"Gigi," said a voice.
She wanted to yell at her to go away. Why? She wasn't
frightened by her. It was pathetic that Gigi was still
stuck on her petty revenge schemes. Whatever she did,
Francie didn't care now. She was no longer the
sniveling, depressed Francie. She was feeling strong
and grounded. She had even lost a few pounds without
trying.
"Are you going to let me in?" said Gigi from the door.
I'm going to kill her with kindness, Francie decided
as she went to the door. That will really throw her.
"I'm sorry, Gigi," she said as she opened the door.
Even with her ridiculous fuzzy hair, Gigi looked
darling, thought Francie, but when Gig smiled, Francie
frowned and thought, what an actress! That smile would
work for most people, but not me.
"Come on in, Gigi," she said. "Can I get you
anything?"
"No thanks," said Gigi. "I'm really sorry to disturb
you so late. I won't stay long."
"It's no bother at all," said Francie. "I was just
about to make myself a cup of herb tea. Why don't we
sit at the kitchen table, and I'll make you a cup,
too. I think I can find some chocolates that I got as
a gift. I hope they're not stale."
Gigi didn't say anything as she followed Francie into
the kitchen and sat down. Out of the corner of her
eye, Francie saw that she was watching her intently as
she put the kettle on the stove and searched for the
open box of chocolates. "Found them," she said, and
when she turned around, she saw Gigi's face in full
light for the first time.
She was shocked to see Gigi's eyes were red, and she
was red around the nose. Then Gigi drew in her breath
sharply and began sobbing.
"Gigi, what's wrong?" said Francie. "Let me get you a
box of tissues. Here you are. Tell me what's wrong."
She's good, Francie thought. I'm going to be very
sympathetic and understanding now. Without thinking,
she ran her hand over the fuzzy carpet on Gigi's head.
After she wiped away her tears and blew her nose, Gigi
began to talk in a whimper, then stopped herself and
spoke in her normal voice, with just a hint of
weepiness. "I'm sorry, Francie," she said, "but I know
who gave you those chocolates. He gave me the same
box."
"I guess Josiah wasn't good for either of us," said
Francie, "but that's not going to keep me from
enjoying his chocolates."
"I don't know," said Gigi. "He might have had
possibilities, but I ruined him for you. I'm so
sorry."
"Is that why you're here?" said Francie. "Apology
accepted. I really don't think of him at all anymore.
Right now, I'm casting the net, so to speak, and I
think I've spotted a couple of fish that look
interesting. Would you like to hear about them?"
"Oh Francie, I would love to," said Gigi. "It really
touches me that you would confide in me after what I
did to you. I would love to be of help if I knew them,
or maybe I could check them out for you to see if they
are worth your trouble. But if you don't mind, I came
here to talk to you about something else. Thanks for
the nice cup of tea.
"I see you couldn't resist running your hand through
my hair. You know,
all the girls and the guys are doing that," she said,
"and I hate it, but-
"Oh, please forgive me," said Francie. "It was
thoughtless--"
"No," said Gigi. "I was about to say that I hate it
when they do it, but just now when you did it, I
wanted to rub my head against your hand like a
pussycat because it felt so good. I know I look like
an ugly rat, and I did it to myself, because it was so
important for me to win our catfight. I didn't want
you to pull my hair like I was going to pull yours.
Francie, I have a favor to ask you."
"Ask away, Gigi," said Francie. "If I can do it, I
will be glad to."
"What I'd like you to do is sit here with me and
listen to me until I finish talking," said Gigi. "I'm
going to say some things that will be disturbing to
you, but I'd like you to let me finish before you say
anything. Is that OK?"
"Of course," said Francie. "I promise not to
interrupt." Here goes, she thought.
"First of all, I want you to know that everything I'm
going to say is the truth," said Gigi. "I'm through
lying and cheating. My coach is upset that I'm not
getting as many free throws anymore, but I told her
that I would quit the team before I went back to being
what I used to be. I don't expect you to believe I'm
telling the truth right away, because if I were you, I
wouldn't trust a word I said.
"The reason I knocked on your door a few minutes after
you came home is because I've been waiting outside for
two hours for you to get here. I wanted to talk to you
last night to set up a time to get together, but you
left the sorority house before I had a chance. I
couldn't wait another day for this.
"On the night of the duel, I didn't really hate you
when we started. I just thought of you with contempt.
I regretted being the cause of our catfight, not
because I felt anything for you, but because I was
thinking I should have never allowed myself to be
provoked by anybody as pathetic as you and your
friends. I was angry at me more than anything else.
"I decided to approach the duel as a game that I had
to win. I was cool and dispassionate. To win, I had to
humiliate you, and I knew I could do that. What it
meant to you didn't cross my mind. When the duel
started, I saw that I had quickly destroyed you
mentally, so when you made your move, I was caught off
guard. I was sure you were a lazy, overweight, self-
hating loser, but then you showed me you had guts and
courage.
"I wasn't upset that you used your size and weight
against me, because I get that on the basketball
court. But I wasn't giving up. I was preparing to make
my move while you were forcing me to eat you. I'm
ashamed to say that even though it wasn't allowed, I
was thinking of biting you where no one would be able
to see me doing it. Then I could maybe pull some hair
and kick you in the stomach until I had you under
control again.
"But I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was
sinking in that you chose not to hurt me as much as
you could have. You could easily have sent me to the
hospital, which might have ended my season. When you
got on top of me, I was sure you were going to do
that.
"All I know is that one second I was getting ready to
put you in tremendous pain, and the next second, I was
making love to you. I didn't realize it then, but
that's what it was. One second, I was feeling angry
and disgusted about your slimy vagina pushing at my
mouth, and the next second, I was sucking up your
juices like they were champagne. Your thick hair was
making me choke one second, and then a moment later, I
was luxuriating in it and feeling like it was satin
caressing my face. I was breathing in the smell of
you. I was savoring the taste of you. I was in heaven,
and I felt so grateful that I wanted to share my
pleasure.
"I'm a quick study, and as I tried different things
with my tongue, I could tell immediately what you were
responding to. As you got more and more excited, I
became even more aroused, and while you were having
those multiple orgasms, I had some of my own.
"All I wanted to do then was keep on making love to
you. And when you responded to my begging and went
down on me, I felt like you were the queen of the
world, and I wanted nothing more out of life than to
serve you. At that moment, I totally loved you and
hoped maybe there could be something for me in your
heart, too.
"Then when you forced me to eat out your ass, I went
180 degrees, and for a while I despised you as much as
ever. I think it wasn't just because of what you were
forcing me to do. It was because you had destroyed my
fantasy. I tried to focus once more on how to hurt
you.
"But then it happened again. I couldn't stop myself.
Despite the horrible smell in my nose and the
disgusting taste in my mouth, I needed to make my
queen love me, and if she wanted me to make love to
her anus, then I would commit myself totally to my
degradation. "When you climaxed again while I was
eating out your ass, I again became totally
delusional. I was hoping you would notice my devotion
and show some feelings for me. When you spoke and I
realized how much you despised me, I went over the
edge and lashed out at you.
"Please forgive me for calling you evil and cruel and
sadistic. Those were descriptions of me, not you. I
knew I didn't mean those words even while I said them.
I was just so frustrated. I know that I had created
everything bad that happened that night, and you were
the one who chose not to hurt me when nobody would
have blamed you. And then you briefly returned my
love, although I know you didn't think of it that way.
"I tried to put you out of my mind, but after a couple
of days, I had to face the truth. I'm totally in love
with you. I know that sounds bizarre, but the more
rational I became and the more I thought about you and
the person that you are and the way you treat people
and even the things that I forced Josiah to tell me
about you, the more it added up. To me, you are the
most beautiful woman in the world.
"And I mean that literally, too. What I said about
your body was a lie. You don't need to lose weight,
Francie. Even though I tried to make you feel ugly,
you have the body I would die to have, because you can
carry any weight, and you never stop looking
beautiful. I made fun of your breasts because they are
amazing, and I'm jealous. I wish I could smother my
face in them right now and suck them like a baby.
"I don't care if you gain 50 pounds -- no, I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have said that, don't get upset -- but
whatever you do with your body, you will still be the
most beautiful person in the world to me. I love every
ounce of your body, every follicle of your hair on
your head and between your legs, every drop of
delicious juice inside that beautiful vagina. And I
love your mind, and I love your soul.
"At first, I thought maybe I really was a lesbian. But
I finally decided I wasn't, because only boys turn me
on, except for one special woman that I will love
always, in addition to my husband and my children.
"Right now, I'm sure you're feeling nothing but
disgust for me and are wishing I would leave as soon
as possible so you can call and tell your friends
about how pathetic I am. No, no, don't say anything
yet. I'm not done."
"I'm sorry, Gigi," said Francie. "I know I said I
wouldn't interrupt, but when you start talking like
that, it makes me think of how I was talking to myself
a few weeks ago, and I can't let you go on. I swear I
will never tell anyone about our conversation tonight.
"Of course you won't, Francie," said Gigi. "I just
insulted you again. I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry if
you're insulted by what I'm going to tell you right
now, but I decided that if there was any chance, no
matter how slim, I had to take it. So I'm prepared to
pay for what I did to you."
"What are you talking about?" said Francie.
"Please, no more interruptions, Francie," said Gigi.
"You won the duel, but that was about your friends
insulting me. I never paid for what I did to you with
Josiah. I have to square our debts. If you want, I'll
let you fist me in the ass in front of all the sisters
and their videos."
"You can't be serious," said Francie.
"Oh yes, I'm serious," said Gigi. "I know you'll be
careful not to hurt me too badly. If you are
uncomfortable with me submitting willingly, we can
have another duel, and I can pretend to resist you.
But I've got to pay."
"Why?" said Francie.
"Because I can't force you to return my love, but I
have to try to win it. And I don't have a chance
unless I let you work out the anger and hatred toward
me in your heart. I'm hoping maybe you won't hate me
so much afterward and might even think about forgiving
me. And then maybe you'll be open a little bit to
being my friend. And then --"
"Shut up, Gigi!" said Francie. "Stop right there. I'm
sorry, but we're never going to be lovers. I did get a
strange thrill when we 69ed in front of all the girls,
and I've even thought about it afterward, wondering
what got into me. But I'm sorry. I don't think I can
ever return the affection you're talking about.
"As for forgiveness, I believe you've made two good
steps so far. You're sorry for what you did, and
you've asked to be forgiven. Now you have to earn it.
You're right. I can't suddenly begin trusting what you
say, although your words have stirred me.
"I have to see how you'll be acting from now on, and
not just toward me.
I liked some of the things about the old Gigi, but I
disliked most of them.
I have to see how I feel about the new Gigi that you
are claiming to be.
"If she's who you say she is, I can't see any reason
why we couldn't be friends. I don't care what my other
friends say. If you are really a new Gigi, eventually,
they'll like you, too. It takes a long time for a
friend to become so close that I love them, but maybe
someday -
"Oh, Francie," said Gigi and she burst into tears.
"I'm not saying that ever will happen. But if we ever
become close, I would love you like I love all my
close friends. But we can never be as close as you say
you want to be. I hope you understand that.
"Or maybe the best thing for both of us would be to
stay away from each other. If you are going to act
like a lovesick teenager around me, people will make
fun of you, and I don't want to watch their cruelty.
"You are a girl who always gets what she wants. That's
why you're such a good guard on the team. That's why
you can get any man you want. But if you really want
to be my friend, you need to promise me right now that
you will give up any idea of ever getting me into
bed."
She looked at Gigi, and Gigi was beaming. She looked
angelic, but there was a twinkle in her eye. Why she
thinks she's gotten what she wants, thought Francie.
What a fool I am! Why am I being so kind to her now,
when I despised her an hour ago?
"I promise," said Gigi, "but am I allowed to hope?"
"Hope all you want," said Francie, "as long as you
never say anything or do anything."
"What if your husband doesn't mind you having lesbian
sex every once in a while?" said Gigi.
"What?" said Francie. "You're nuts."
"What if we let him watch, or if my husband doesn't
mind if I have a three-way with you and your husband
every once in a while?" said Gigi.
"Shut up, you silly goose," said Francie, getting up
and pulling Gigi out of her chair. "You need to go
home right now." She leaned over the small girl and
gave her a kiss on the mouth. Gigi seemed surprised,
but she immediately stuck her tongue halfway down
Francie's throat, and when Francie pulled away
quickly, Gigi's face had a big grin.
Now why did I do that? Francie thought. I meant to
kiss her on the cheek.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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