Susan was a college theatrical director who had a
reputation for being brutal with her cast members,
particularly actresses, and she knew her rebukes stung more
coming from a graduate student only a few years older than
the women under her charge. But she had a way of wielding
her authority that didn't brook disputes and she had never
had a student challenge her and come out on top. She was
equally abusive with male cast members and often bragged
about her sexual prowess to her assistant director within
earshot of the actors she found attractive. She had tempted
more than a few actors into bed, and as far as she was
concerned she was one great catch. She had a thick, curly
mane of long blonde hair and a powerful dancer's body. Her
high, hard tits looked bigger than their 34C cup size would
indicate, and she was especially proud of her lush, strong
ass and thighs. She had a physical confidence that made her
feel she could back up any confrontation with force,
although she'd obviously never done that with a student. She
wore studious-looking glasses that didn't conceal her sharp,
well-sculpted features and piercing blue eyes, and if
anything they added to her intimidating persona.
Susan had almost looked forward to working with Andrea.
The brunette was an excellent young actress who had fallen
deeper into the college actress syndrome than most, i.e. she
slept around voraciously and was seen to be rather a
threatening slut in the drama department. She often played
hard-bitten characters and was perfect for the roles with
her inky black hair, large, dark eyes and a wide, generous
mouth that seemed permanently fixed in a sneer of contempt.
She was known for terrorizing directors as well as competing
actresses and had been in more than one fight over a role;
in fact, Susan suspected she had physically intimidated
her rival for the lead in Susan's play until the other
girl had dropped out of the try-outs. But Susan liked
Andrea's fire on stage and found their frequent squabbles
over the direction of her role stimulating. Unlike the other
girls her age, the brunette did not back down from
confrontation and she had a body that seemed tailor-made to
oppose Susan's: her hips had a sexy, liquid power and
like the blonde's, her tight behind bordered on being too
large, but it was matched by her own pair of rippling,
strong dancer's thighs and her overall muscle tone kept her
from seeming the slightest bit fat. She too sported conical,
taut breasts that rode arrogantly high on her chest, and she
seemed to purposely level them at her director whenever
Susan called her on the carpet for some violation. She
wore the tightest clothes Susan had ever seen (and the
blonde wore pretty tight outfits herself), and often she
could make out what looked like very large and hardened
nipples pocking through the stretchy materials of her tops
as she arched her back or stretched and aimed her breasts so
that the blonde could feel her own hard bosom in the
crosshairs of those spiky nipples. And Andrea never failed
to close the distance between them whenever they argued,
always taking the confrontation into Susan's personal
space as if to assure her director that Andi's supple body
was every bit her equal and that the actress was completely
unintimidated by the director physically.
Susan found herself relishing these face-offs and even
looking for ways to goad the dark-haired girl into
confronting her. Andrea's sloe-eyed stare, the way she let
her full lips slide away from her teeth in a bitchy little
snarl every time she argued with the blonde and her
erotically confrontational body language all mesmerized
Susan. And she couldn't help but notice that the
brunette's behavior was far worse than anything that
Susan had heard coming from other productions. It made
sense to her; Kat knew she pushed people's buttons with her
arrogance and bitchiness, and it made sense that another
super-bitch would find her iron hand on the stage
unbearable. But she could see something more than annoyance
in those dark eyes as they verbally sparred almost nose to
nose on so many occasions; there was a sparkle, a hint of
enjoyment that wasn't humorous or friendly.
Andi liked the fighting, and Susan could tell this girl
was walking a tightrope, trying to insult Kat's authority as
much as she could without daring to use the kind of street
language she'd have used on any other girl who stood in her
way. Susan knew her choice of subject matter wasn't
helping, but the play about a tough bar girl was perfect for
Andrea, and she took to the role hungrily. Unfortunately
some of the other actresses weren't as convincing, and
Susan was having particular trouble with a scene in
which Andrea and Cassie, a cute redheaded sophomore, had to
clinch in a brief hair pull. Andi naturally dominated the
encounter, but Kat wanted more from the pretty redhead. She
let them come together on the sweltering stage for fifteen
minutes, frankly enjoying the sight of the two pale,
athletic bodies confronting one another onstage in tight
lycra workout gear. But finally she had to step in.
"Cassie, you're not getting into her face enough," Kat said
as she sauntered onstage. "Have you ever seen two bar girls
Cassie looked embarrassed. "I'm really uncomfortable with
"Get used to it," Susan snapped. She took Cassie by the
arm and pulled her out of the clinch, then stood in front of
Andrea, reaching up to put her fingers through the
brunette's sleek dark hair while she looked over her
shoulder at Cassie, directing her words to the redhead.
"Take her hair like this. Tight. You can hurt Andi for a
moment---you're a big girl, aren't you, Andi?"
"Big enough," Andrea purred.
"And Cassie, you'll have to take a minute of Andi pulling
your hair hard to make it look good." She turned to look
into the brunette's face and felt a brief flush of
excitement. It was always a rush to face down a woman her
height and build, and Andi was a perfect match. So was
Cassie, but the girl didn't know how to use what she had
yet. She looked good enough matching the brunette on stage,
though. "Now," she said, tugging Andi closer, "Pull her in
close and bend her head back like this. Your chins should be
touching, and I want real snarling as you tussle for a
moment. You're looking down your noses at each other in this
position. Cassie, don't be afraid to get the rest of your
body up against Andi's."
"Like this?" Andrea deliberately brought her broad, womanly
hips up against Susan's; in the wide-legged stance they
were in, it took only a slight adjustment by the brunette to
place her warm crotch perfectly flat against the blonde's. Andi's dark eyes locked tight on Kate's cool blue ones as
she made the move. Kat hesitated for just a moment,
impressed by the brunette's boldness. She let her fingers
tighten a little, one hand scraping its nails across the
other girls pale neck. And Andi's claws answered, sinking
into her skin just beneath Kat's hairline.
"Just like that, Andi," Susan said smoothly. She kept
her grip on the other woman, continuing to issue
instructions to Cassie, and waited a few moments before
lettering herself apply an answering pressure to the
brunette's pressing crotch. Andi responded immediately, and
Susan wondered if anyone could see the muscles playing
in the two women's full, round bun flesh. Andi wore
skintight biker shorts, so it would be no trick to watch her
ass at work, and Susan favored very tight denim shorts.
No one seemed to notice, however. But when she came out of
the clinch, she saw what she hadn't been able to feel
through her vest: Andrea's nipples, stiffened to long,
jabbing points from their encounter with Kat's chest.
"You two work on it on your own if you have to," she
ordered. "Andrea, I'd like to see you in my office
She found Andrea slouched in the chair across from her desk
when she entered her office the next day and immediately
closed the door behind her to give them some privacy. She
had to almost step over the brunette's extended left leg;
her bare right was propped up on one arm of the chair, and
Kat had to studiously ignore the brunette's outfit as she
took her seat across from the actress. Andi was wearing a
tight black leather skirt and a white lycra top that showed
every detail of her firm bosom to Susan. If the desk
hadn't been between them she had no doubt that she would
have gotten a full view of the brunette's crotch , which
raised the interesting question of whether or not Andrea was
wearing any underwear. She certainly wasn't wearing a bra,
and it struck Kat that, knowing the cramped set-up of her
office, Andrea could have easily planned this display
knowing that her director would never be able to see her
naked crotch unless she purposely took a look. The brunette
looked sullen and disinterested, however, and Kat wondered
if she was giving her too much credit. At any rate it
certainly illustrated how much her own mind was on the girl.
She opened the meeting by explaining some of her concerns
about the play, emphasizing that it was to both their best
interests to see that it reached a successful completion.
"Obviously you have a problem with me," Andrea concluded.
"That is pretty obvious, isn't it?" Susan agreed. "We
obviously don't get along. In addition to that, I think
you're manipulating a few of the guys in the cast, which is
also becoming disruptive."
"Manipulating?" Andrea asked, eyebrows raised.
"Maybe 'teasing' is a better word."
The brunette stared at her silently for a moment and then
snorted haughtily. "I don't tease, Susan. If I want
someone sexually I let them know it. If they're not
interested it's their loss. Besides," she continued, "I've
talked to some of the little boys in the department you've
bedded and thrown away, so I think we understand each other
"Oh really?" Susan replied hotly, a little stunned at
how quickly Andi was able to get under her skin. "I guess
you're privy to all kinds of information as the official
drama department tramp, aren't you?"
"All kinds," the brunette replied mysteriously.
"Well I don't plan to sit here and trade insults with you,
Andrea. The fact is we need to maintain a professional
relationship while this play is being produced. I knew you
were going to be trouble the minute I first saw you, but
you're a good actress and I'm a good director, so let's just
make the best of this."
“Well maybe you're right," Andrea said, staring at her
evenly. "But sometimes I really wish we were just two girls
on the street so I could see what kind of trouble I really
could be for you."
Susan returned the stare in silence for a moment,
watching Andrea's breasts rise and fall as she breathed.
Then she said, "Andrea, nothing would give me more pleasure
than to settle my differences with you that way. But I plan
on seeing this play through to the end with both of us in
one piece. Besides, you might find I'm a little bit more
than you can handle."
Andrea leaned forward at that, her dark eyes raking
Susan's body with such haughty contempt that the blonde
almost felt she'd been physically clawed. She stood up,
putting her hands on Susan's desk and leaning forward,
and Kat watched with fascination as Andrea's nipples seemed
to double in size right in front of her, poking through the
tight material of her top like two tent poles as she stood
over the blonde.
"I doubt that very much. Although I have to admit some of
your little boys seemed to think you were a real panther in
the sack. You've got a killer body, Susan, but I don't
think you'd match me up in a street fight. And I've whipped
enough girl ass to know."
"Well, there's all kinds of trouble and all kinds of ways to
fight, honey. I'm sure you've been around enough to know
that, too. But like I said, we're finishing this play up and
until then, we're two professionals."
"Oh really?" Andi said, standing up, hands on her luscious,
cocked hips. "Suppose we talk about afterwards."
"This isn't the time or the place," Susan said abruptly,
standing up herself. She hadn't dared to imagine their
conversation would come to this, but she wasn't really
surprised. But she knew she couldn't allow even a hint of
what was going on in here to be heard or guessed by her
fellow graduate students.
"Why not?" Andi insisted. "We're just two girls talking."
"Not here we're not," Susan said, stepping around the
desk toward the door. She started to open it but Andi moved
between her and the doorknob, blocking her, her hand on
"You can play teacher with me if you want, doll-baby," the
brunette murmured, low enough so the sound couldn't possibly
travel beyond the office. "But you know we both want to
fight. Maybe you're just too much of a snotty bitch to admit
it. Let's just agree we're going to get together after this
is over and see who's got better moves...any way you want
Susan had had it. "Girl, I'd tear you apart. Now why
don't you get your big hot ass out of my office before I do
Andi laughed softly. "You've got a tough mouth, honey, but
that body of yours is soft. Too soft to beat anything I've
got, so don't make threats your fat buns can't carry out."
"Get out of here."
"After you agree to fight me, bitch."
The two women glared at each other in tense silence for
almost thirty seconds. "Let's just say I'll give you a cast
party you won't forget, you little tramp."
The final weeks of rehearsals evaporated quickly with
Susan running on autopilot. The importance of the play
had been forgotten; now she just wanted to get it over with
and get at Andrea. She spent every rehearsal studying the
dark-haired girl's body, measuring it against her own, and
she took every opportunity to physically reposition the
other girl in blocking scenes, gripping her arms, shoulders,
and even legs when she got the chance and digging her
long-nailed fingers into the other girl's supple flesh,
checking out her muscle tone and strength, their eyes always
meeting in silent agreement. Susan always threw cast
parties at her apartment, and this one had taken on
ramifications other such affairs never had. The play closed
on the final night of the semester, with a long weekend
ahead, and Susan's apartment was well away from campus.
Whatever happened here was her business. Late spring had
already turned sultry, and Susan wore sheer black
stretch pants that ended at the knee, black spike heels and
a tight T-shirt with horizontal red stripes and a plunging
V-neck. She had already rebuffed advances from some of the
male actors in the cast, but she knew alcohol alone would
guarantee a few more propositions before the night was over.
She wasn't interested...all she wanted was to get her cast
out of her apartment, get everyone but the brunette out.
Andrea arrived fashionably late, and Kat had to make
small-talk with other guests long before the brunette
entered. She saw the actress walking up the sidewalk to her
ground-floor apartment, dressed in the same sexy outfit and
black leather skirt she'd worn during their office meeting.
She noted too that the actress sported dagger-sharp stiletto
heels; she and Susan were towering over the other girls
at the party. She moved
through her chattering guests to the door, intent on meeting
Andi at the door. She swung it open and took position
blocking the brunette's way. Andrea didn't slow her
approach, marched up to the blonde until the two were nose
"Are you going to get out of my way or do I have to claw my
way right through you?" the brunette purred.
"I hope you got a good night's rest last night, sugar,"
"We're staying up all night." They stood in silence for a
moment that seemed much longer than it actually was;
Susan still didn't plan on allowing any of the other
guests to know what was going on. Finally Andi cut through
the silence: "I'm going to beat your blonde snatch off,
"You're the one who'll wind up whipped on my floor, cunt."
Andi moved forward and intentionally breasted the blonde;
their two taut chests, confined by skin tight tops, meeting
roughly for the first time as the dark-haired girl tried to
muscle her way past the blonde. Susan gave her just
enough resistance to show the actress what she was up
against, both girls grunting slightly as their bodies
opposed one another. Then the blonde pivoted, letting the
brunette slide past her tits first; Andrea added a little
jab of her hips into Susan's as she pushed past the
blonde, and Susan watched her lush ass flex its way into
her apartment, noting the wide neck of Andrea's shirt that
showed off her beautifully toned back and neck muscles.
The party dragged for four hours with each girl taking every
opportunity to get in the other's face without alerting the
other partygoers to the conflict. There were enough people
to fill two of the apartment's rooms, making for ample
chances for the girls to squeeze past each other in tight
spaces, giving each other's long, grinding tastes of one
another's bodies, murmuring quick, dirty insults into each
other's faces. Susan even
found a chance to press her big ass cheeks deep into the
brunette's buns, both girls flexing the big muscles of their
behinds in a secret test of strength. By midnight Susan
was close to a sexual fury of frustration and fighting lust.
Most of the other people at the party were too drunk by now
to pay any notice to what was happening between the director
and her lead actress. Susan lost track of the brunette
for a few moments until she suddenly felt a hand clamp on
her wrist, dragging her into a corner.
Andrea pressed close to her in the crush of people, brushed
her thick-lipsticked mouth against Susan's ear to be
heard over the loud rock music in the apartment. "I want to
beat some of your hard tit now, blonde meat---I'm tired of
"Meet me at the back of the house then, bitch,"
replied, digging her nails into one of the brunette's thighs
before tugging roughly at her leather mini. She felt Andi's
nails answer her, pressing into the supple white meat of her
own bare thigh before the girl disappeared into the crowd.
Susan followed the other girl's swaying hips as she made
for the front door, and in a moment they were out in the
cool night air. The back yard of the apartment house was
deserted, lit only by the cool blue glow of alley lamps, but
it was enough for Kathy to clearly see her challenger in
front of her. Andi spun as they reached a bare, featureless
wall and the two girls closed with two sharp hisses of
inhaled breath. Susan went for the brunette's beautiful,
ivory throat with both hands and she instantly felt Andrea's
fingers plunging into her jutting breasts,
grabbing them like handles and spinning the blonde back to
slam her violently against the back wall.
Susan kept one hand on the brunette's neck, pulling her
into a hard clinch while she sent her free fist pounding
into the other girl's tits and stomach; the girls exchanged
a savage, brutal series of close jabs to each other's
breasts, stomachs and sides, soon pressing body to body so
closely that their freed fists could only pound at flanks
and finally only their backs and buttocks while they smashed
hotly together. The grunts and pants that Susan forced
out of the actress were openly sexual despite the violence
of this first skirmish, and she herself felt an almost
orgasmic flush raising gooseflesh over her body as she
finally met her beautiful rival head on. Soon she was able
to reverse their positions, squeezing at the other girl's
sweet tits while she slammed her against the wall and rammed
a thigh hard into her opposite's crotch. Andrea immediately
kneed her back and the girls exchanged a furious series of
blows and kicks before the brunette's hot mouth snapped open
and fastened teeth suddenly on Susan's neck. The blonde
instantly gripped the brunette's silky black hair, jerking
the other girl's head savagely until the actress was torn
away, golden strands of long blonde hair trailing from her
mouth. Susan shoved her backwards, adding a stinging
slap to her cheek which Andrea instantly returned. The girls
stood glaring at each other, breathing hard for a few
seconds before some silent acknowledgement that their lust
had been sated for now. Wiping her mouth almost in a gesture
of disgust, Andrea spun and marched back toward the
apartment, flashing the blonde one look of utter hatred
before rejoining the party.
The two enemies only managed to close briefly a couple of
other times during the rest of the evening, but Susan's
body was on fire. She had to consummate this bitch duel with
Andrea, but the party dragged on and on. She found herself
talking people into going home, rejecting advances from men
left and right. It was four a.m. before the last guest was
ushered out, but Susan wasn't tired now. Her body was
like an electric wire. Just as she closed her apartment door
behind her the lights snapped out. She drew in a sharp
breath, crouched, expecting an attack. She thought of
removing her heels for a moment, then realized they made
much better weapons on.
"My tits are naked, bitch---how about yours?" It was Andi's
voice, somewhere in front of her. She couldn't quite place
it, but she didn't hesitate for a moment: in one smooth
motion she stripped herself topless, stood in her stretch
pants and heels alone.
"Mine are bare, bitch---why don't you come and get 'em?" She
heard the swish of Andi's leather skirt bearing down on her
and then a fist struck her belly just below the hem of her
pants. She'd been ready for it but the blow still sent her
back against the wall. She could see Andi's silhouette now,
though, track it from the light of her windows, and she
struck out, landing tough, smacking blows to both the
brunette's tits. The girls began a brutal boxing match,
belly and breast punching, intervening with vicious smacks
to each other's flanks, tits and faces. Kat's skin rang with
the blows, but she returned every one in kind; for several
moments the girls closed in tight and hammered each other's
tight, aerobics-hardened bellies in a test of strength.
Their grunts at each impact were openly sexual. As they
moved into a pool of incoming streetlamp light they grew
more daring, flashing high kicks at each other, sharp heels
flicking near faces and chests, occasionally slashing belly
or thigh skin, promising more pain than they ever delivered.
Andi launched a volley of slashing kicks that Kat dodged,
her back again forced to a wall until one kick struck almost
next to her ear. Andi's legs were completely split, one foot
on the floor, one thigh stretched across the blonde's body,
her calf pinning Kat's breasts. Kat twisted and closed her
teeth around the thin rod of the stiletto heel, holding it
so the brunette couldn't withdraw, yet both the blonde's
hands were free. She brought one fist up and buried it in
Andrea's cunt, twisted the fingers of her other hand around
one bare, hard-nippled breast, twisting the supple orb
roughly. She cunt-punched Andi two more times before both
girls toppled to the floor and she felt both the brunette's
hands squeezing deep into her own naked breasts, holding her
on top of her opponent. She heard a gasp of pain as her
weight came down full on Andi's splayed thighs, but the
brunette was still able to wrap those powerful, fishnet
stockinged legs around her as they rolled for position. She
found Andi's chin with her free hand and pinned her broad,
sensuous mouth open, bent down and licked deep into the hot
mouth, biting her slick lips for good measure before
smacking the other girl good.
Andi bucked, jamming Kat off her with a thrust of her supple
pelvis; the girls separated, rising quickly to the full
height of their high heeled shoes. Andi's left leg slashed
out and actually drew a deep tear across Kat's right from
the knee to her hips, splitting her stretch pants wide. She
quickly closed with the brunette, their topless bodies
smacking together hard at the center of the room, and she
felt Andi's nails in her ass, tearing at the rent stretch
pants, opening huge, fleshy gaps in the seat of her pants.
Kat immediately went to work on Andi's leather skirt,
splitting it on one side and tearing it off the brunette's
sweating hips, leaving her in fishnets, heels and a barely
noticeable G-string. Pressing tight against her, Andi dug
and tore at Kat's stretch pants until only a few scraps
clung to her crotch and thighs. Infuriated, Kat punched Andi
away from her and brought the remains of the leather skirt
up, whipping it savagely across Andi's face.
The brunette staggered back and Kat followed, bringing the
leather back and forth across the other girl's tits again
and again. She'd never imagined herself taking a fight with
another woman to this level of violence, but now that she'd
engaged this bitch she found herself letting go in a way she
never had before, and Andrea was giving her every bit as
much as she got. She found the skirt wrenched out of her
hands and then herself on the receiving end, leather fabric
biting into her breasts, stomach and face until she managed
to wrest the skirt free and toss it clear of the two
combatants. The hot summer night air felt icy on her
sweat-drenched body as she closed with Andrea in the dark,
felt their hot bodies smack together once again. This time
it was all she or her enemy could do to keep fitfully
smacking open palms down on each other's slick, well-muscled
backs and jiggling, sexy buttocks. Andrea grunted and jammed
her bare boobs into Susan's pair, but both girls breasts
were all but numb from the leather assault. Even though she
knew her own nipples were stiffened with excitement, her
tits were so numb she could barely tell if Andi's had
nipples, let alone how hard they were.
Nevertheless their gasping mouths managed to dance around
each other and land tough, hard sex bites as they clinched,
and their was a groaning moment of leg to leg wrestling as
each girl tried to outmuscle her rival and thrust her down
to the floor. Susan landed two loud smacks to Andi's ass
before she felt her heels give way beneath her; stumbling,
she kicked away her shoes before falling to the ground. She
thought the brunette might take advantage of her fall, but
she heard one of Andi's heels snap suddenly and the brunette
quickly joined her on the floor, baring her own feet. She
felt a leg slide across her chest and belly and a bare foot
suddenly shove against her face, the toes invading her
"You dirty cunt," she breathed, snaking her own foot up
Andi's inner thigh and nudging the remnants of her panties
aside. The brunette gasped as her toes jabbed into Andi's
pussy, and then Kat felt Andrea's other foot on her crotch.
Hissing, she slid her free foot over the brunette's hard
boobs and found her mouth, then felt Andi's teeth sink into
her foot sharply. Quickly the girls kicked free of each
other and lay in the dark, gasping for air.
"Learned your lesson, priss?" Andi breathed.
"I'm not finished whipping that body of yours, girl," Kat
"Then you'd better see what you're going to whip," Andi said
huskily. She stood and padded off into the bathroom,
snapping on a light. She was bent over a sink, thighs
spread, slicking her short dark hair down with water,
sluicing the cool liquid over her battered breasts. Bent
down, her delicious, spectacular ass was on full display to
Susan, two sleek, pear-shaped bullets of womanly muscle,
and between them a fat-lipped cunt rimmed with rough, black
fur. Andrea turned back to regard the prone blonde sullenly,
her sensuous lips curled in a sneer of contempt. "Think
you've got what it takes to whip this ass, baby?"
Susan got slowly to her feet, coolly stripping the
remains of her stretch pants off her thighs and hips. Having Andi flaunt her gorgeous, sexy ass in her face was the last
straw. Susan had always believed she had the strongest,
sexiest pair of buns on campus and she wasn't afraid to
fight about it. She strolled like the cat she was up to the
bathroom door, her legs spread wide, blonde bush and thick
pussy lips on full display to the dark-furred challenger
"Care to have a look at the ass that's going to whip yours,
lover?" Andi stepped away from the sink, squeezing water
over her taut boobs.
"Let's see it, whore." Susan pivoted, keeping her eyes
boring into Andi's as she turned to show off her two big,
creamy ass cheeks to her rival. Andi's dark eyes flicked
down to regard the blonde meat in front of her, then
returned to lock with Andi's. "That looks so good I think
I'm going to save it for last, honey. We've got a long night
ahead of us." Kat turned back to face Andi body to body,
both girls with hands parked on their broad, full hips,
chests thrown back challengingly, pussies thrust out.
"Well, then, why don't you show me what you wanted to do
with those stiff nips of yours when we were rehearsing the
catfight on stage last month, Andrea?" Susan purred.
Andrea's face darkened and she stepped toward her blonde
director very slowly. "I was planning on tying your big
nipples up in knots, pussy, but you were never woman enough
to nipple fence with me."
"You never asked, bitch. Like some dueling right now?" Kat
asked, arching her back even more. She could feel the
circulation returning to her aching tits, now, and knew
they'd probably be even more sensitive then before the start
of the fight.
"Yeah, cunt." Andi stepped forward quickly, deftly aligning
her pink sex points with the blonde's set. The girls almost
held their breath before delicately joining battle with
their long, pink probes, flicking nip across nip, bending
lengthy rod across rod, crushing tender nipples into even
softer tit flesh, all the while staring with hatred and lust
into each other's eyes. "Fuck me with those sexy things,
"I'd rather bite them off, you slut."
"You can suck them. Suck my milk."
"I'll lick it up after I mash those hard boobs of yours
"I think I'll suck you, Andrea. I think I'll suck your fat
"You can lick my cunt dry first, Kat."
"That I'll bite. That I'll bite on hard, baby." It took no
time at all for the nipple rubbing to turn to tit rubbing,
each girl grinding their upper body upward, then downward
across her rival's chest. "I'm gonna fuck those hard tits of
yours, slut!" Andrea snarled into Kat's face, wincing as
their sweaty boobs struggled to cram themselves together
ever tighter. Kat felt her rock hard nips cut across Andi's
sweat-slick breast skin, but the brunette's stiff nipples
were slicing at her own tits just as sharply. She had never
been in a boob war this intense, but she was determined to
beat Andrea's body, and that meant tit first. The girls
grunted and moaned as they smashed their milk-white tits
together, both determined to come out on top in the tit
It took Kat to launch the first wet, smacking boob blows,
slapping her quivering tit meat into Andrea's boobs. "Cunt!"
Andi snarled as she returned the tit smack with her own firm
breasts. Back muscles rippled now as the women started a
vicious tit-to-tit boxing match, sweat glistening again on
their upper bodies as they worked each other over bosom
against wet bosom.
"Why don't you show me how to pull hair again like you did
on stage, director?"
"Maybe I will," Kat purred, gathering Andrea's silky black
hair between her fingers and drawing the actress's gorgeous
face towards hers. "If you feed me that sweet tongue of
"Choke on it, bitch," Andrea snarled, snaking her thick,
long tongue past Susan's soft lips. Kat's mouth filled
with the hot, sweet invader and her own tongue coiled around
its counterpart tightly, corkscrew licking Andrea. She
purred smugly as Andrea groaned and squealed against her
tongue, then muscled her own deep inside the other girl's
delicious mouth. The girls sucked, licked and bit at each
other for ten minutes before coming up for air, gasping
cheek to cheek in the center of the room.
"I'm going to rape you, Andrea," Susan hissed raggedly.
"You'll need a cock for that, baby."
"All I need is my big pussy."
"Then I'll rape your cunt if that's all it takes."
cocked her hips forward for the first time, offering up her
sleek blond bush to Andrea. The other girl's big hips
pivoted to meet hers and their soft-furred cunts caressed
each other almost delicately, vulva kissing vulva in a hot
little embrace. Kat turned back to face her dark-haired
enemy, locking eyes with Andrea as the two girls
methodically explored each other's pussies, slowly feeling
each other out, each gauging her rival's reactions as she
touched, pressed and gently rubbed at her most private,
sensitive skin. Their big thighs clasped one another,
pressing muscle against muscle while cunts got acquainted in
their own secret arena. Instinctively the girls' fingers
slid down their well-muscled backs to fill themselves with
handfuls of ass meat, gripping and squeezing their enemy's
proudest parts, sneering at each other in silent
acknowledgement: yeah, your ass is good, worthy enough to
fight with mine.
"You think you've got enough meat to beat mine?" Andrea
"More than what I need, slut."
"Know how to use it?" Kat's answer came in increased
pressure from her golden-haired cunt: she began a quickly
roughening, dirty rub against Andrea's night-black, coarse
bush, and she quickly felt the brunette answer the challenge
with tough, strong grinding pussy pumping. The girls began
to fight for position, holding each other tight by the ass.
"You've been asking for a sexfight ever since you pressed
that hot pussy against mine on stage, bitch," Kat said
smoothly. "Now you're going to get the fuckfight of your
"I'm going to teach you what cunt-fighting's all about,
doll-baby. There's nothing I like better than whipping
arrogant blonde cunts like you." The girls circled and
parried in a grinding sex dance, each fighting to guide
their rival down to the bed that was tantalizingly close. By
now there wasn't a part of their bodies that wasn't drenched
in sweat, and their taut-muscled bellies and hard boobs slid
wetly across each other just as their moist, matted cunt
hair tangled and knotted, blonde hair on black. Nails drew
red lines down each other's wet backs and buttocks, coaxing
high-pitched groans of pain and pleasure from both women.
Kat bit at Andrea's juicy mouth and launched a series of
pile-driving pussy blows into the other girl's dark crotch,
her big ass muscles clenching tight as she slammed home each
fuck assault. Andrea grunted but took the blows coolly,
staring her icy-blue-eyed rival down. Kat felt the other
girl's stomach tense, then felt Andrea's hot cunt plummet
into her own blonde crotch like a branding iron, ripping at
her engorged, tingling vulva with her tough pad of pussy
fur. She had known the slut would be tough, but she had
never dreamed their fight would go this far. Her tits were
pounding, so abraded and scraped by the brunette's hard
nipples that every clinch with her sweaty rival was like
having jumper cables clamped onto her nips. Her pussy was on
fire and she could feel her awesome ass muscles beginning to
cramp from the effort of fuckfighting Andrea. But she could
hear raggedness in the brunette's breathing, feel the attack
on her cunt slackening as they wrestled body to body at the
edge of the bed. "Get down, bitch," she whispered, locked in
the center of a vise of sweaty arms and legs. "I'm gonna lay
you down on that bed so you can really be fucked."
"I'll do the fucking, whore. You're gonna eat my titties."
When the fall came, it was almost too disorienting for
Susan to know who had thrown who. They hit the bed in a
wrenching tangle of limbs; Kat flipped over Andrea's trunk
and found herself on all fours, facing the brunette ass to
ass, each with one leg thrust across the other girl's chest.
It was such a perfect fighting position for two girls who
took pride in their behinds that it was a wonder they hadn't
started from this point, Kat thought. She cocked her pelvis
upward, kissing her two creamy, thick ass cheeks against
Andrea's, whipping her soaked blonde tresses away from her
face in a startlingly erotic gesture. Andrea snarled at her
over her own glistening back, oil-black locks clinging to
her forehead and temples. She lifted her own ass and smacked
her buns against Kat's cheeks, bracing her thick, potent
thighs against her enemy's. Kat saw Andrea shiver as she
began to press the full length of her swollen cunt against
Andrea's genitals. From this position she could let her
pussy explore and tease almost every part of Andrea's, and
the brunette could do the same to her, from clit to anus,
and the sensation was already almost more than either girl
could bear. Kat's pussy was like a minefield ready to
explode in a chain reaction; even the tickling touch of
Andrea's cunt hair on hers was driving her wild with
ecstasy. The brunette's feet were slipping up her chest,
probing at her jiggling boobs, dancing within sucking
distance, and she snapped at them hungrily as she sent her
own feet to attack Andrea's upper body.
Although it took a contortionist's effort to do it, the
girls managed to keep their eyes locked even in this
back-breaking encounter. "Don't look away from me, bitch,"
Kat growled. "I want to see your face when you come
under my cunt."
"You're ready to come right now, you blonde tramp. If you're
such a big woman why don't you press that hot cunt against
me now, all the way. I dare you."
"Any time you're ready, baby. Is that clit of yours as long
as I've heard?"
"Long enough to tie yours up in knots, sweet pussy." They
were teasing each other, steaming pussies wavering half an
inch apart, their bushes a mingling no-man's zone of
sensation. "I dare you."
"I dare YOU." The standoff lasted a full minute, their big,
womanly asses cocked bun to bun, dancing cheek to cheek
without fully touching. Then the round, beautifully defined
gluteus muscles twitched and two steaming cunts flashed
together with a soft smack of wet meat. Kat screamed
silently. Her clit was already aroused to a thick,
glistening sex antenna, erect and tingling. Now she felt it
dive into the slick valley of Andrea's hot cunt lips,
plowing through her labia for four electrifying inches
before the brunette's pussy dodged away from hers in a
split-second play for power. Now she felt a rival,
finger-like clit lick across the length of her own vulva,
splitting them to slide deep into her slick inner lips,
dodging her swollen clit at the last second. The girls
smacked together again, this time bracing powerfully against
each other, magnifying the sex grind to maddening new
heights, sliding slowly across what now seemed the infinite
lengths of their two hot pussies. Kat let her clit caress
Andrea's swollen, thick vulva, slide along her delicate
labia, tangling in her soft folds while the brunette hissed
and groaned, just as she knew she was moaning under the
soft, electric touch of Andrea's sex horn. Their clits
licked and probed everything but one another, always fleeing
at the last moment the touch of its rival. Kat was almost
hallucinatory at the waves of pleasure coming from this
intimate touching, but she knew it was nothing compared to
what would happen when clitoris touched clitoris. Andrea's
dark stair confirmed her suspicions: neither girl dared to
face that final battle yet. But it had to be met soon.
"You're good with your pussy," Kat whispered. "And you're
good with that big ass. Now how are you with your clit?"
"You want a clit fight?" Andrea breathed back, licking her
lips. "I'll match what you've got down there."
"Fuck me with it, baby." Kat lashed out in one savage motion
and glued her clit to Andrea's; the girls hissed as a
sensation like electric wires being crossed exploded against
their crotches. Kat writhed, forcing the brunette's powerful
thighs apart with her own as she bore down on Andrea's cunt
and let her long clit snake around the brunette's. She felt
Andrea's sex horn lick her own and the two girls squealed in
pleasure; Andrea's hand shot out and wrapped itself around
thick locks of Kat's blonde hair, tugging her upward in a
painful twist. Kat retaliated, yanking the dark-haired
girl's face towards hers; the girls reversed their
positions, somehow maintaining the sizzling pussy-to-pussy
holds they had on each other, clinching with both arms and
legs as the final sex duel played itself out where it always
had to, in Susan's bed. The girls were no longer
fighting tactically, only fitfully trying to guide the
erotic thrashings of their come-whipped muscles.
Andrea's wide, sexy mouth sneered close to Susan's and
she plunged her sweet tongue deep into its hot dampness,
feeling Andrea's tongue tangle with hers, mirroring the
smaller but more intense double knot of dueling clits
between their locked, sweating legs.
"You can feel me now, bitch," Kat hissed. "Feel how big I
"You feel my clit, you cunt!" Andrea swore back as their
lips parted. "Best bitch! Who is it?"
"I'm harder than you are and I'll prove it!"
"Only when you fuck my big hard clit, baby!" Waves of pain
rolled through Kat's big ass cheeks as she pumped against
Andi's, but she couldn't let the dark-haired cunt beat her
now, even though the other girl was pumping her pussy just
as hard as she was. The girls rolled to their sides and Kat
began smacking her fists deep into Andrea's buns, trying to
force them to cramp up from the pain. Andrea began returning
the ass punches immediately, slamming hard into Kat's thick
glutes, and every blow seemed to force their cunts together
harder even as it weakened the asses that pumped them into
hot, wet contact.
Somehow Kat forced Andi onto her back and mounted her. The
dark-eyed bitch grunted and bridged once, grinding her
crotch deep into its blonde counterpart, but Susan knew
gravity would win her the fight now. She clenched her buns
once and forced her body into a final grind with Andi's,
tits mashing hard into the brunette's boobs, belly
flattening onto its rival, her soft blonde snatch prying
down into Andrea's dark-furred meat, twisting the other
girl's clit painfully, deliciously under her own.
"You bitch," Andi breathed raggedly, still snarling up into
Kat's beautiful face as the girls exchanged final licks,
tongues finishing the fight between themselves. "You big
"Cunt," Kat said with finality. "Learn your lesson?"
"I'll fuckfight you again, baby," Andi promised. "I'll fight
your big ass and cunt again, and mine'll win."