At 28 years of age, Becky Johnson was one of the two
youngest teachers at Clearwater High School. The blonde
English teacher cut a somewhat imposing figure at 5’8”, with
what most of the other female faculty considered coldly
attractive features that were framed with a pair of black
horn-rimmed glasses that sat perched on the edge of her
nose. She wore her shoulder-length blonde hair in a
tight-bun most days, making her appear even more severe.
Becky was respected although not exactly well-liked among
the largely female faculty at the high school, most of who
were more than 10 years older and had little in common with
The other 28 year old teacher at the high school was
Stephanie Jordan, a dark-haired brunette to Becky’s platinum
blonde, who taught Biology. The two women stood at the same
height more or less; depending on the shoes they wore that
day, which more often than not were stylish high heels.
Stephanie wore her hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, but
she shared the same creamy complexion and slightly angular
features of her blonde counterpart, and even wore a pair of
red, square-framed glasses.
The two women had made an effort to connect, being the only
women under 30 on the faculty. They went out at least
several times a month to watch a movie or have dinner, and
even went dancing together when they didn’t have dates.
Every time they went out, Becky noticed that Stephanie wore
a red outfit: a red, sleeveless mini dress with matching 4”
heels that showed off her well-sculpted arms and elegant
legs; bright red tights tucked into knee length boots, a red
and white striped sweater stretched tightly across her
breasts; and similar ensembles that flirted with the line
between boldness and sluttiness. Becky had taken to wearing
black when going out with Stephanie, and over the past year
she had assembled a similar wardrobe of black micro skirts,
halter tops and skin-tight jeans.
There was always a competitive vibe when she went out with
Stephanie, and the blonde teacher found herself spending
more time getting ready for “dates” with her brunette
counterpart than for her actual dates with men. Even more
disturbingly, during times when she had gone for a while
without sex and was feeling particularly horny, she would
frequently think not of men, but of Stephanie and her hard
yet feminine body. At the same time, these feelings of lust
seemed to be intimately tied to the sense of rivalry she
instinctively felt with the other woman: she never imagined
Stephanie’s milky breasts by themselves, but pressed up
against hers as the two of them looked down at the valley of
cleavage between them, matching sneers on their lips; she
never thought of the brunette’s long, gorgeous legs without
picturing them tangled up with hers, black nylons wrapped
around red stockings, usually ripped, her nails painted a
glossy black and chipped with red polish.
Becky had wondered at times whether she should talk to a
therapist about these thoughts, especially as lately she had
lost most of her interest in dating. The prospect of meeting
a new man just didn’t give her the same charge as getting
dolled up for a night out with Stephanie, experiencing the
weird cocktail of friendship and rivalry that she had with
the brunette, the backhanded compliments and jealous
appraisals of the other girl’s looks. Lately, the
relationship between the two women had turned even more
catty, but that had only caused Becky to want to spend even
more time with Stephanie; as the undercurrent of hostility
between them was laid increasingly bare, the perverse
arousal Becky felt towards her dark-haired rival/friend only
Today, Becky was wearing a knee-length black skirt with tan
pantyhose and a white blouse, her hair tied back in the
customary bun she wore it in at school. She had taken to
coming to school very early in the morning to sit in the
faculty lounge and correct papers and plan for the day’s
lessons. Not coincidentally, Stephanie had adopted a similar
routine. The brunette was wearing a pleated red and black
skirt with flesh-colored nylons and a white blouse, the top
two buttons undone now that school was out. Becky caught a
glimpse of the other teacher’s lacy red bra peeking out from
underneath her blouse, as Stephanie arched her back
theatrically in a luxurious stretch from her seat across
Becky. The two were sitting at a small circular lunch table,
a pile of papers strewn across the surface, working in
relative silence. Her head down, reading one of her
student’s essays, Becky’s eyes kept being drawn across the
table to Stephanie’s half-exposed cleavage, resting on the
tabletop cradled in her bright red lace bra. As she tried to
concentrate on the essay, she kept getting distracted by
small movements from Stephanie, the brunette shifting her
shoulders or sighing as she marked the paper in front of her
with a red pen, her breasts always seeming to scoot forward,
splayed in front of Becky’s face like a nonverbal taunt.
Almost unconsciously, Becky realized that she had undone the
top two buttons of her blouse, as well. As she eyes flicked
across the table, she saw her friend staring down at her
chest from above her red-rimmed glasses. Both women blushed
slightly as they caught each other staring. It wasn’t
uncommon for them to give each other appraising looks when
they went out together, and on more than one occasion they
had gotten a little wild on the dance floor after a few
drinks, but at school they had been completely professional
“Mirror neurons,” the dark-haired biology teacher remarked
suddenly, her voice uncharacteristically soft, almost
“Excuse me?” Becky said, a little startled, as much by the
brunette’s tone as by the end of the silence in the room,
lifting her eyes from the other woman’s breasts quickly to
meet her eyes.
Stephanie gave a short nervous laugh, as she made a motion
to pinch her blouse shut, but didn’t. “They’re brain cells
that fire when an animal acts and when it observes the same
action performed by another,” she said. The brunette reached
back to adjust her ponytail, arching her back so that her
breasts pushed up and outward, which caused Becky to reach
back to give her blonde bun a pat and her chest a little
thrust forward. “See?” Stephanie said.
The women remained in that pose, arms raised and bent behind
their heads and chests pushed forward. The atmosphere in the
lounge had very suddenly changed, the silence turning
ominous. The seconds stretched to a minute and then more,
and still neither woman moved or spoke. Becky realized she
had stopped breathing, as she stared into the brunette’s
dark eyes, her nipples hardening underneath her blouse. She
flicked out her tongue to lick her lips which had gone dry.
Becky made a decision just then, as her knees touched
Stephanie’s underneath the table. She could feel a slight
quiver in them. “Oh?” the blonde remarked, her own voice
shaking a little. “You mean like this?” she said softly. And
with that, Becky pivoted away from the table, grabbing the
knee-length hem of her skirt and slowly hiking it up her
thigh, exposing the sleek expanse of her left thigh in their
The blonde teacher seemed to swallow. “Exactly,” Stephanie
said, her voice slightly raspy, swiveling away from the
table to hike up her skirt, as well, slowly and deliberately
flashing Becky a glimpse of her own strong, shapely thigh in
their flesh-colored synthetic sheath. The two women’s stare
turned into a long, smoldering glare, as Becky and Stephanie
eyed each other through their eyeglasses for several
seconds, thighs tensed, fingers rigidly gripping muscle and
The lounge was almost completely silent as the women
breathed raggedly, the only other sound the ticking of the
analog clock on the wall. Becky wasn’t conscious of any
particular thought running through her mind, she was only
aware of a hot, angry heat that had originated in her chest,
spreading up to her face and down to her stomach and between
her legs, which trembled slightly as she compared them to
the legs on display across from her.
Finally, Becky shoved the hem of her skirt back down, still
breathing hard. She stood up from the table abruptly, and
started to gather up her papers. As she swept them together,
Becky looked down at her friend (rival?) over the top of her
glasses, and said with a rising, sick excitement, “So that’s
it? We’re just two animals doing what comes naturally?”
As she finished, Stephanie rose out of her seat and to her
heeled feet, stepping around the table. Becky, hardly
breathing, slid around the table to meet the blonde almost
without thinking, stopping inches away and pushing her face
close in to Stephanie’s so that the two women were almost
nose to nose. She felt her mouth pulled into a smile that
matched Stephanie’s as the two teachers bared their teeth at
each other like two wild animals meeting each other for the
first time. Becky could taste the other woman’s hot breath
on her lips, and inhaled it with a hiss through her now
Stephanie suddenly shoved her chest against Becky, bracing
herself for the return impact, as sure enough, the blonde
pushed back with her chest, the two women slamming their
breasts together like butting rams. The impact sent a
perverse surge of excitement through Becky’s body. She
clenched her fists by her side, as she surged forward again
only to be met by the blonde’s breasts, both of them
grunting softly in a tense impasse. Becky could feel the
calf muscles in her left leg bulge as she braced herself on
the tiled floor of the lounge in her high heels, her other
leg placed slightly in front so that she could push forward
“We’re not so far removed from the jungle,” Stephanie said
as the women strained against one another.
Becky growled as she felt the weight of Stephanie’s tits
shove against hers, the two women rocking back and forth
slightly on their heels to buffet the other woman’s firm,
bra-covered breasts with their own. Neither woman spoke for
a few minutes, the only sounds in the room their soft grunts
and the sound of their breasts butting against one another
softly through their blouses.
“You’ve felt it,” Stephanie said finally, her voice a soft
hiss, a strange expression on her face. “I know you have.”
Although it was a statement, Becky thought she could hear
the hint of a question in the other woman’s tone.
She had felt it, Becky realized, her heart starting to beat
hard in her chest. Those nights dancing close to one another
in the club, the inebriation used almost as an excuse to get
close, each women daring the other to be the first to step
back. Their red and black ensembles, carefully matched in
terms of how much they revealed, but always clashing in
color. Whispered confessions of fights with other girls in
high school, prodding one another for details as they
laughed nervously together over drinks, eyes searching the
Without thinking, the blonde ran her moist tongue across the
bottom of her lipsticked upper lip, and saw her brunette
rival mirror her action, a sick excitement building in the
pit of her stomach. Stephanie’s teeth were clenched, her
cherry red lips bared; in the silence of the lounge, Becky
heard her brunette rival draw in a long, hissing breath and
found herself doing the same, as the two shoved their evenly
matched breasts together, their white blouses half-open on
their chests. Becky swallowed dryly. “Do you really want to
do this here?” she asked.
“Why not?” Stephanie insisted.
“We might get fired.”
Stephanie’s eyes had a slightly crazed look to them as they
glared into Becky’s; the blonde wondered if her own eyes had
the same quality. “Come over to my place tonight,” she said
softly, biting down on the last word.
“What are we going to do there?”
“Whatever comes naturally.”
“Yeah? Are you going to show me your claws?” Stephanie
Becky realized her hands were rigid talons at her sides. Her
face burned hotly. “If you show me yours,” she said.
Becky suddenly gasped, her body jerking stiff. Stephanie had
grabbed onto the exposed shelf of her cleavage with her
manicured nails, the red tips digging into her breast flesh.
The brunette leaned into her, her breasts crushed against
the blonde’s, who struggled to hold her ground. “I’ll show
you mine right now,” the brunette snarled.
“Bitch!” Becky growled, her hands reaching for Stephanie’s
breasts, clamping down on them and squeezing. She had only
squeezed another girl’s breasts one other time before in her
life, and that was in high school during a little scrap in
the girl’s locker room. Stephanie’s tits were warm and heavy
in her hands, they were a woman’s breasts.
Both women stiffened suddenly as they heard voices
approaching. The sound seemed to startle them out of their
own private world. Becky shoved Stephanie away from her,
hurriedly buttoning up her blouse. She was sure the brunette
bitch had left marks on her breasts, and she only hoped she
had left an equal impression on Stephanie’s. The voices
receded, as the women glared at one another over the table,
hastily gathering their papers. Both women were breathing
heavily, out of proportion to the actual amount of physical
“I’ll see you tonight,” Becky said hoarsely. Stephanie just
nodded, and the women left the lounge in opposite
directions, each still feeling the bite of the other’s nails
on their skin.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur for Becky. A few of
her students even commented on her distracted manner, which
gave the blonde pause. If they weren’t careful, she
realized, she and Stephanie would both lose their jobs. She
made more of an effort to organize her thoughts the rest of
the morning, until at 11:30am a student came up to her desk
with a note.
“What is this?” she asked the girl, who shrugged.
“It’s from Miss Jordan,” the girl - whose name was Sara,
Becky now remembered - said.
Becky had to fight to keep her voice even. “Thank you,
Sara,” she said.
While the rest of the class had their heads down doing a
writing assignment, Becky tore open the envelope and read.
Bitch. I can’t wait until tonight. If you can’t, either,
meet me in the faculty parking lot for a taste.
Stephanie was waiting for her by her car. As the women made
eye contact, the brunette opened the driver side door and
slipped inside, followed momentarily by Becky.
“You bitch, what if someone sees us together?” Becky
demanded as she slipped in the passenger side, turning to
“Relax,” Stephanie snapped. Both women unconsciously touched
their breasts, even though the pain the other woman’s nails
had inflicted had faded since their morning confrontation.
“There’s nothing unusual about us having lunch together.
We’re friends, remember?” The brunette’s voice was heavy
“Fuck you,” Becky said. “I can’t believe I was ever friends
with a jealous bitch like you.”
“I don’t see anything I have to be jealous about,” Stephanie
said pointedly with a sniff.
“You were jealous enough to grab them this morning,” Becky
said hotly, cupping her breasts and squeezing them together.
Seemingly without thinking, the blonde across from her did
the same, before both women realized where they were,
belatedly looking out the car to see if anyone had glimpsed
Stephanie straightened up, readjusting her blouse with one
final glare at Becky. “Let’s go, we have an hour.”
“Fine,” Becky said, adjusting her own blouse on her
shoulders and sitting back in her leather seat, as the
brunette started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
The drive was unbelievably tense, neither woman saying a
word. As they pulled up to a stoplight, however, the women
took the opportunity to turn towards the other to exchange a
long, hateful glare, which they held until a honk from the
car behind them alerted them that the light had turned. As
Stephanie turned away, Becky opened her purse and took out
her lipstick, pulling down the sun visor on her side and
using the mirror to pointedly apply a new coat of dark
cherry gloss to her lips. She could see Stephanie sneaking a
sidelong glance at her in the mirror, her lips painted a
lighter shade of rose set in a hard line, as Becky made a
kissy face in front of the mirror. The car shifted into
another gear as the brunette stepped on the accelerator,
knocking Becky back in her seat. The blonde turned to give
her rival a dirty look, to find Stephanie with one hand on
the wheel now, her other hand playing with the hem of her
skirt, nails stroking her nyloned thigh. In response, Becky
hiked up her own skirt on the left, almost tearing it with
the vehemence of the movement. Both women looked straight
ahead. With their skirts raised about their thighs, Becky
and Stephanie sped through the streets, turning off the main
road after a few minutes.
The car crunched through gravel, rocking up and down as
paved roads gave way to dirt and rock. Later that day, Becky
would think to herself how crazy this was, driving down a
rural road during her lunch break to fight with another
teacher, but at the time, all she felt was an almost painful
need to get at Stephanie – alone. It was a hot day and
Stephanie had neither turned on the AC nor rolled down the
windows, so the car was sweltering. Becky could feel the
sweat on her face and her blouse starting to cling to her
breasts. She slipped off her heels, welcoming the rush of
air on her nyloned feet, warm as it was.
Becky was starting to wonder just how far the other woman
was going to take them when Stephanie took them off the
road, veering to the left across a field of tall grass.
Becky took a deep breath as the car rolled to a stop
underneath a huge willow tree, the branches shading the car
from view as well as casting the interior of the car into
partial darkness. The brunette killed the engine, and Becky
could hear the sound of Stephanie’s stockinged feet slip out
of her heels, as the women unbuckled themselves and turned
to face one another.
Even in the heavy shade of the tree, the hate in each
woman’s face was evident. The seeds of it had been there for
a year, practically from the moment the women saw one
another, and had grown almost unnoticed or at least
unacknowledged until their sudden confrontation this
morning. Now, away from the school and prying eyes, Becky
and Stephanie felt safe enough to give in to it.
“Come here often, bitch?” Becky asked with a sneer.
Stephanie sneered right back. “Just with you, slut,” the
other teacher said. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of
places we could get at one another.”
“I have,” Becky admitted. The two women had leaned into one
another, arching their backs so that their breasts brushed
up against the other woman’s, their chins touching, faces
slightly angled up as they stared intently at each other’s
stern, lovely faces through their glasses. “On the football
field, at night,” the blonde continued, her voice low. “Just
like when you and that other cheerleader bitch had it out in
“Or underneath the bleachers?” Stephanie breathed. Their
lower lips were almost touching.
“Or in the copy room,” Becky said, imagining them locked
inside that small, dark room, skirts hiked and legs locked.
Stephanie’s eyes blazed into Becky’s, and she suddenly
grabbed hold of the other woman’s face, her fingers
painfully gripping the blonde’s cheeks. “You could never
match me,” the brunette growled.
“Cunt, I’m your perfect match!” Becky roared, the words
burning her cheeks, as she grabbed a hold of Becky’s face
right back, pinching the brunette’s cheeks together.
The blonde gave a matching roar, the women pressing their
foreheads together so tightly their glasses scraped up
against one another, their hands going for each other’s
hair. Becky grabbed a hold of Stephanie’s dark brown
ponytail, and yanked down viciously, causing the brunette to
emit a high pitched keen, almost like a wounded alley cat.
Meanwhile, Stephanie’s hands went to Becky’s blonde bun, her
fingers digging into the tight curls, nails pressing down on
the blonde’s scalp painfully. Becky winced, pain shooting
through her head, her face flushing red as her ears filled
with a dull, pulsing roar like an ocean wave and through it,
the other woman’s feline, primal call to battle, sounding
like nails on a chalkboard to Becky. In that moment, Becky
gave herself over to the hate that she had for Stephanie,
the rational part of her thinking retreating in the face of
thousands of years of evolution and the vicious, often
secret competition between women. The blonde opened her
mouth wide, her wet, glossy lips with their newly applied
sheen yawing open to emit a cry that was pure jungle cat. As
the two women’s cries tore the air inside the darkened
vehicle, Becky felt her toes curling up inside her nylons to
match her fingers, which still had Stephanie’s ponytail
wrapped around them.
“You catty bitch!” Becky wailed, snapping at Stephanie’s
mouth with her teeth, tasting the brunette’s bright crimson
lipstick on her lips as her teeth bit down on her rival’s
Stephanie cried back, her voice twisted into an angry mewl,
“You nasty cunt of a cat!” The brunette’s tongue suddenly
lunged out to lick at Becky’s face, the wet probe lapping up
against her cheek, and leaving a hot trail of saliva as it
traced the side of the blonde’s face. Becky hissed in a
mixture of disgust and arousal, but found herself mirroring
her rival’s action, rubbing her wet cheek against
Stephanie’s and trading licks with the brunette, the
screeching inside the car gradually moderating, before
turning to a low, angry purr.
“Is that how you want to settle this?” Becky growled. “Cat
“Are you woman enough to go cat against me?” Stephanie
demanded with a sneer.
“Bitch, I will show you a real cat’s claws,” Becky
threatened, taking one hand off of Stephanie’s hair, and
reaching down to claw at Stephanie’s nyloned thigh. The
flesh colored hose tore easily underneath Becky’s
meticulously filed nails.
“Slut!” Stephanie screamed, hooking one of her own nails
into Becky’s nylons and giving her a matching tear in her
nylons, on the outside of her right thigh. “I will take you
back to the jungle, girlfriend,” the brunette snarled.
Becky answered by giving her rival another rip in her
stocking, pulling up the brunette’s skirt so high on her
waist that she could see the other woman’s red lace panties
underneath her hose. The blonde reached around the other
woman to latch her claws onto the brunette’s buns, two tense
meaty pads of muscle underneath her pantyhose, grabbing and
ripping at Stephanie’s backside. The brunette retaliated by
clawing down Becky’s inner thighs, her nails clamping down
inches from her blonde rival’s black panty covered cunt and
tearing ragged paths away from it with her red nails.
Becky snarled in Stephanie’s face, her dark cherry lips
pulled apart to reveal her gleaming teeth, only to be met by
a matching snarl from the brunette. Their wet, flushed faces
danced around one another, lips brushing cheeks, tongues
lapping at lipstick, and teeth snapping as the two women
lost themselves in a haze of perfume and white hot hatred.
Stephanie pressed her forehead hard into Becky’s, causing
the blonde’s glasses to ride up the bridge of her nose and
tilting her head back. The brunette then opened her mouth
wide, and clamped her teeth down on the other teacher’s
lower set of molars. Becky’s neck jerked stiffly, as she
shook her head instinctively, the two women’s teeth scraping
along their gums painfully.
“Whore!” Becky cried, as she shoved Stephanie back roughly,
the brunette letting go of her bite as she crashed against
the doorway. Becky tasted blood in her mouth as she traced
the lining of her gums with her tongue; across from her,
Stephanie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a
satisfied smile on her lips. The women had their skirts
bunched up around their waists by now, the nylon torn around
their crotches and backside, red and black panties exposed
as they lay opposite each other, elbows resting against the
car doors. Becky lashed out with her long, shapely right
leg, her nyloned foot reaching for Stephanie’s face. The
brunette leaned back to avoid it, while lashing out with her
own legs. Becky caught Stephanie’s right foot with her left,
their nylon soles meeting as leg muscles rippled underneath
their nylons, but found the other woman’s left foot shoved
against her throat, even as she lodged her stockinged right
foot against Stephanie’s neck. The blonde pressed her foot
against her rival’s throat threateningly, only to feel an
answering pressure from Stephanie’s foot against her throat.
The two women remained in this tense position for several
moments, both breathing heavily as their breasts heaved up
and down, muscles shaking. “We have to get back,” Stephanie
finally said, easing up on Becky’s neck reluctantly. “But
this isn’t finished.”
“You have no idea,” Becky said, as she warily removed her
foot from the other woman’s neck.
Stephanie let go of Becky’s other foot with her own, the two
women lowering their beautiful legs simultaneously, while
maintaining their glare. They held each other’s eyes for
another full minute wordlessly, before each women turned to
face forward in her seat, pulling their skirts back down
over their thighs, checking for the most obvious tell-tale
rips. Thankfully, even in their rage, neither woman had done
any visible damage that couldn’t be covered up. Becky
slipped her feet into her heels, her body still shaking
slightly with anger, as she pulled down the sun visor on her
side to check her hair and makeup and tried to re-create the
image of a cool, polished professional woman instead of the
hellcat that Stephanie had brought out. Beside her,
Stephanie was doing the same, retying her ponytail and
retouching her makeup. Both women studiously avoided looking
at the other.
“Bitch,” Stephanie finally said, closing her mirror and
putting her visor back up.
“Slut,” Becky said, fighting for a measure of cool in her
voice. Stephanie turned the key in the ignition, and the car
started up, emerging from the shade of the willow tree into
the hot glare of noon. They drove back across the field
bumpily, making their way back to the main streets. The two
teachers pulled into the parking lot with just a minute left
before the next period, and had to race off, leaving each
other with one last glare and the promise that they would
settle things with each other later on.
Becky gave her next class a silent reading assignment for
the first part of the period to give herself an excuse to go
to the women’s restroom. When she checked herself in the
mirror over the sink, she was relieved to find that she
looked relatively normal, if still a little flush. There was
a little puffiness in her lip from where Stephanie had bit
down, but it wasn’t noticeable to a casual observer. She
made a few adjustments to her bun of blonde hair, and then
slid into one of the bathroom stalls.
Once inside, she gingerly slid off her skirt, wincing a
little as she did. Becky drew in her breath as she surveyed
the damage Stephanie had done to her stockinged thighs. The
tan colored pantyhose lay clawed and ragged on her sleek
thighs, the skin underneath red and abraded by the
brunette’s painted talons. She tore off a few strips that
were barely hanging on by a thread, and dropped them into
the toilet, before seating herself on the porcelain commode.
Stretching her long legs in front of her, she checked for
damage to the visible portion of her legs, but didn’t find
anything too suspicious. Upon slipping off her heels,
though, she was shocked to find that the toe of both her
nylons had been ripped apart by her toenails, which now
poked out from the remains of her hose. She put her shoes
back on, grateful that the worst of the damage from her
lunchtime confrontation with Stephanie was easily hidden.
When she got back to her classroom, her students were still
head down in their reading. As she leaned over her desk to
pick up her notes for the lesson, however, she noticed that
she had a new message on her phone from Stephanie. Becky’s
heart immediately started to pound in her chest, her fingers
tightening around the stack of papers she clutched and her
bare toes curling inside her shoes. Still, she forced
herself to ignore the flashing message on her phone and
continue with her planned lesson, although she lost her
train of thought once or twice while giving it. Once the
bell rang ending the period and her students filed out of
the classroom, Becky grabbed her phone and opened her
It was a picture of the brunette’s behind with her red skirt
lifted, the nylon shredded around her ass, scratches marring
the creamy skin covering two perfect, quivering pads of
muscle. Judging from the blue metal wall in the background,
the picture had been taken in the women’s restroom.
Underneath was a caption.
Bitch, look what you did to me. I’ll do worse to you.
Becky felt her stomach tied in knots, a warmth growing
between her thighs as she stared at the picture of
Stephanie’s ass on her phone. Here was real, concrete proof
of the fight that had suddenly erupted between the two
women, but which had been brewing for months. Stephanie
seemed determined to carry their fight through to the end,
the scandalous picture she had sent an invitation to descend
deeper into their conspiracy of mutual hatred.
Becky still had a few minutes before her students would come
filtering into her classroom for next period. The leggy
blonde took her camera and reaching below her desk, she
raised the hem of her skirt to expose the length of her
long, elegant left leg encased in pantyhose, her sleek
muscular thigh displaying the marks left by Stephanie’s red
nails, her flesh showing through the torn nylon in several
places. She snapped a picture, and typed a short reply.
Looks like we can both claw, cat. What else you got?
As Becky hit the ‘Send’ button, she was left to marvel - not
for the first time today - at how insane what she was doing
would appear to a “normal” woman, and yet how naturally it
came to her. The bitchy back and forth with Stephanie, the
eagerness with which she embraced a dirty, nylon ripping
catfight with her former “friend,” and the lengths to which
she now realized she was willing to take their fight in
order to beat the brunette. Maybe it shouldn’t have been so
surprising, though, Becky thought to herself – the tension
between her and Stephanie had lain there unspoken for
months, and the seeds of it had been there almost from the
beginning of their relationship.
Her phone shook as a reply to her message came almost
immediately. She tapped the screen to open Stephanie’s
There were no words, just a picture of the brunette’s mouth,
lips lightly retouched with a fresh coat of her bright red
lipstick. One red nail tugged the corner of her mouth down
in a sneer, a gleam of her white teeth showing through.
Becky stole a glance at the window to make sure no one was
outside looking in. Taking a deep breath, she quickly undid
the top two buttons of her blouse, and positioned her phone
to take a picture staring down at the top of her cleavage,
one finger tracing the valley between her breasts. Buttoning
back up hastily, she sent the picture reply.
A longer wait this time, but just as the first of her
students came in through the door, her phone alerted her of
a message. Opening it up, the picture was a little harder to
see this time because of the low light in which it was
taken, but still unmistakable. Stephanie had snapped a
picture of her red, lace covered cunt, the lips of her vulva
providing a slight bulge to her panties.
It was a game of one-upmanship, the blonde and brunette
goading each other on to more intimate, dirtier depths.
Becky’s mind raced and just before the bell rang to signal
the beginning of the period, she dashed off her final reply.
Meet me in the copy room after this period, bitch. I have a
present for you.
As it happened, both Becky and Stephanie had fifth period
free, which they sometimes used to have coffee together in
the faculty lounge. There was usually no one there at that
time, as the other teachers who had it free usually
preferred to spend the time correcting papers or taking a
walk outside on school grounds. Still, Becky was relieved to
find it empty again today. The copy room was just off the
lounge, although hardly anyone ever used it anymore since
the copier was several years old and a newer model had
replaced it in the front office.
Becky didn’t have to wait long before she heard the
tell-tale steps of her rival in the hall, the tall
brunette’s heels striking authoritatively on the tiled
floor. The women had to suppress a growl as their eyes met
again, Stephanie striding up to Becky on her long legs,
skirt for now pulled down demurely to her knees. Becky
looked over Stephanie’s shoulder to make sure the doorway
was clear, before grabbing the brunette’s hands, her nails
digging into the back of the other woman’s hands painfully.
She felt an answering squeeze from Stephanie.
“In here,” Becky breathed, indicating the copy room with a
tilt of her head. The women walked hand in hand around the
corner and into the room, Becky closing the door softly.
Across from her, Stephanie waited tensely, her hands already
at the hem of skirt, legs spread wide on the floor. “So what
do you have for me, bitch?” Stephanie hissed, her voice
Becky held her rival’s glare silently, her hands going to
the hem of her own skirt, long legs spread on the floor.
“Let me show you, slut,” she said, as her skirt slowly
lifted, hips shifting from side to side as first the ragged
ruins of the pantyhose covering her thighs was revealed, and
then her black lace panties. Stephanie’s eyes were intent on
her crotch, as Becky rolled down her pantyhose. She placed
her right hand on her panties, fingers gripping the left
edge, and slowly pulled the lace toward the center of her
cunt to reveal a patch of dark fur peeking out from the
side. The blonde teacher thought she heard a soft groan from
Stephanie, as her dark-haired rival lifted her own skirt to
reveal her red panties.
With her left hand, Becky reached down to grab a tuft of her
dark cunt hair, and taking a deep breath, she ripped it off,
clenching her teeth to suppress a scream. Stephanie’s eyes
widened a little in shock, and it seemed as if the
brunette’s body was frozen in place, as Becky approached her
holding her hairs in her clenched fist.
Becky pressed her chin against her rival’s, her hot breath
mingling with Stephanie’s as the women breathed shallowly
into each other’s lips. She slid her hands underneath
Stephanie’s skirt, whose hips were perfectly still, tense
with excitement and apprehension. Becky pulled Stephanie’s
panties out from her cunt slightly, placing her cunt hairs
inside next to the blonde’s lighter curls, letting the
elastic snap back as she withdrew her hands. “Cunt hairs for
a CUNT,” she said in Stephanie’s face.
“You bitch,” Stephanie said, her voice shaking. “You are
going to get it tonight, bitch, you are really going to get
“ Bring…it...ON,” Becky said, and with the last word, she
jammed her hand back inside the brunette’s panties, her
fingers twisting around the short, curly hairs of
Stephanie’s cunt, and pulling up viciously. The brunette’s
whole body jerked stiffly, as she rose up on her toes almost
jumping out of her high heels. Her mouth twisted in agony,
her coldly beautiful face a mask of hatred as her hand
darted underneath Becky’s raised skirt to clamp down on her
“Is that how you want it, cunt?” Stephanie demanded, her
voice distorted by pain and hatred. Her nails tightened
around the blonde’s cunt, squeezing it hard enough to cause
Becky to gasp in pain, her knees weakening, but not enough
to cause her to scream out. “I can fight dirtier than you
can even DREAM of.”
“Then we’ll go at it like two dirty cunts should,” Becky
hissed, regaining her footing and pressing in close to her
rival. Their breasts met underneath their blouses, each
woman fighting to suppress a groan of arousal as she felt
her rival’s stiff nipples against her own pair. “And I’ll
FINISH you, Stephanie,” she said fiercely.
“I’ll finish YOU, Becky,” Stephanie said, her voice shaking
with the same intensity as her rival’s. “One way or
another,” she said darkly.
“Then I’ll see you tonight, cunt,” Becky said, withdrawing
her hand from the brunette’s panties. Stephanie reluctantly
let her hand drop from her rival’s crotch, as well, but
tilted her pelvis forward to give Becky’s panties a rough
bump with her own. The blonde returned the bump
aggressively, feeling her cunt stirring angrily underneath
her lace underwear, before reaching for Stephanie’s breast
and taking one stiff nipple between the nails of her thumb
and forefinger, squeezing spitefully.
“Tonight, whore,” Stephanie said, as she squeezed one of
Becky’s stiff nipples beneath her blouse. “You better be
ready.” And with that, the brunette shouldered her way to
the door, the two women jostling roughly one last time.
Becky was left alone in the copy room, quickly smoothing her
skirt back down over her thighs, before switching off the
light and exiting about a minute afterwards.
Becky had one more class to get through before the school
day ended, which she somehow did without betraying the
absolute storm going on inside her head. She took off her
shoes to drive home, flexing her bare toes in their ruined
nylon as she stepped on the accelerator, fingernails tapping
one by one on the wheel, her legs repeatedly opening and
closing as she squeezed her thighs together. She would have
sworn she had left a large wet spot on the seat when she got
home, judging from the feeling inside her panties as she
thought about what she and Stephanie were going to do that
night, but there was little visible evidence of it when slid
off the seat to race inside her building.
Once she made it inside her apartment, Becky wiggled out of
her skirt, stripping off her half-shredded nylons and
tossing them in the garbage to leave her bare legged.
Meticulously, she painted her fingernails and toenails a
glossy black. She undid her bun of blonde hair, shaking it
out so that it loosely resembled a wild lion’s mane, even
styling it a little with hairspray to enhance the effect.
Her makeup was next, heavy eyeliner and black eye shadow
enhanced the trashy allure of her eyes, and she put on extra
coats of dark cherry lipstick on her lips, whose slight
puffiness from the fight earlier today only made them seem
even fuller than they normally were. As she looked
approvingly at herself in the mirror, seeing the
over-the-top image of sleazy sexuality that she wanted to
project, her phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was
Getting ready for me, cat?
The accompanying attachment was a picture of Stephanie’s
crotch clad in a tawdry looking pair of skimpy jungle print
panties, her dark cunt hair peeking out from the sides,
nails with a fresh coat of blood red polish lightly stroking
her cunt. Becky unbuttoned her blouse, and didn’t have
to waste any time teasing her nipples to erectness; they
were already rock hard. She took her nipple in between her
painted black nails, and snapped a picture with her phone.
Nice and hard, cunt. Get here soon.
Becky fished around in the drawer she kept her trashiest
lingerie in, and managed to find a pair of her own leopard
print panties, which she shimmied on. She decided to go with
another pair of flesh colored nylons, pulling them on like a
second skin, her black toenails shining wetly like a second
set of claws underneath.
Another message came in on her phone. I’m coming, cunt.
And then, I’m here.
A hard, loud knock on the door. Becky went to answer it in
only her panties, nylons, and a pair of wicked black heels
she had just slipped on. Stephanie was dressed in a slick
red raincoat, her own dark hair freed from its customary
ponytail and tussled around her face, which was made up as
heavily as Becky’s.
“Hello, kitten,” Stephanie said, her voice a low purr.
“Come on in, pussy,” Becky answered, grabbing her rival’s
arm and pulling her inside, locking the door behind her.
Stephanie stepped inside, shrugging off Becky’s grip as she
unbelted her rain coat and let it drop. The leggy brunette
was dressed almost identically to her blonde rival in just a
pair of sheer nylons, bright red heels with open toes, and
the jungle print panties in her photo. Like Becky, her lips
sported a fresh coat of heavy lipstick, and her nails and
toenails were newly painted a blood red to Becky’s midnight
black; the brunette had also elected to leave her glasses
off, just like Becky. She pivoted on the long, thin spike of
one shoe to face her blonde enemy.
“You’ve always wanted to look like me,” Stephanie sneered.
“Not at all,” Becky said smoothly. The women began to circle
one another on their long legs, hands flanking their hips.
Becky had pushed the furniture in her living room aside to
create a makeshift arena that provided about ten feet of
room on all sides, just enough space for the women to
maneuver, but not enough for either of them to get away from
the other. “I look better.”
“You’re a cheap copy,” Stephanie said with a loud sniff.
Becky could smell her rival’s heavy perfume in the air, the
same brand she wore at school only applied twice as thickly.
Her own perfume hung in the air, the two scents mingling as
she drew in a deep breath of her own through her nostrils.
“Copy?” Becky scoffed. “I was at the school before you, and
I’ll be there after I take care of you and your second-place
The brunette growled, her eyes glinting with anger. “You’re
going to KNOW I’m better than you after tonight, bitch. Even
if I have to make you admit it with my hands around your
Becky let her eyes wander up and down her rival’s long,
curvy body pointedly as the women continued to circle. “I
don’t see anything I can’t beat,” she said haughtily.
“You don’t have the body to back up your talk, cat,”
Stephanie said. The brunette had her hands in front of her
now, her manicured nails flexing dangerously.
Becky brandished her own set of claws, black nails like
pools of darkness in the dim light. “I have the body that
will break yours,” she said.
Stephanie had stopped circling her rival, and she threw her
wild mane of dark hair back, her voice feline as she
growled, “Bitch, I will RUIN you!”
Becky tossed her head back, her own voice distorted with
hate and fight lust into a high pitched screech, “FIGHT ME,
With twin screams of hatred, the two women lunged the few
feet that separated them, their half-naked bodies twisting
together in a collision of feminine fury and flesh. They
went for each other’s hair with one hand, fingers wrapping
themselves around slick strands hardened with hairspray,
while their other hand slapped wildly at the other woman,
claws flashing viciously.
The living room rang out with the sound of skin smacking
skin as the two schoolteachers traded slaps and punches to
bellies, backs, and behinds. The women moved in a tight
circle, dragging each other along by their long hair as they
traded wild blows like inexperienced prizefighters in the
opening rounds of a bout. The blonde and brunette exchanged
short little kicks, their shoes striking at each other’s
shins, knees thudding into thighs, and stiletto spikes
stamping down on feet as Becky and Stephanie engaged in the
violent dance of the female catfight.
Becky took a swipe at Stephanie’s bare breasts, the other
woman swearing as the blonde sent them swaying with a quick
slap. The women’s nipples were both incredibly hard, four
thick nubs whose throbbing length and rigidity betrayed each
woman’s arousal in the presence of the other, and Becky felt
just how hard Stephanie’s were as the brunette pressed them
into her breasts, lodging them like bullets against her
supple, yielding breast flesh.
“You feel that?” Stephanie demanded, as she leaned into
Becky with her breasts. “You go ahead and feel how hard my
nipples are, bitch, you just feel them and tell me I’m not
Becky’s own nipples were rock hard, and she shifted her
chest to lock her pink rods with Stephanie’s darker pair,
the women stiffening with a groan as they pressed their
long, stiff points into one another, teasing little gasps
from each other’s lips.
“I can take you, whore!” Becky cried. “I can take every inch
of your body and still come out on top!”
“I’m harder than you, Becky,” Stephanie insisted, as she
swiped her erect nipples against Becky’s, who twisted her
own nipples against her rival’s, both women fixated on their
dueling sex points.
“You’re a soft little bitch, Stephanie,” Becky said in the
brunette’s lips, the women alternately glaring nose to nose,
or directing their gaze downwards at their joined cleavage.
“Too soft to beat a woman like me.”
“I’ll show you who’s soft, you whore,” the brunette swore.
Becky hissed as she felt her rival’s blood red nails bite
down on her flat belly, the brunette’s fingers shaking as
she clawed at her blonde enemy, lips bared in an almost
ecstatic smile as she felt her nails dig into her rival.
Becky slapped the other teacher’s hand away, slamming her
taut stomach into Stephanie’s, the two women groaning as
their hips thrust into one another, panties bumping roughly
underneath nylon, causing each woman’s insides to twist
achingly. The blonde clawed at her rival’s jutting ass,
tearing at the nylon with the nails of her right hand,
hearing it rip as she hooked her nails underneath the sheer
fabric and yanked.
“You cunt,” Stephanie growled, her ass quivering beneath
Becky’s hand. “You like stripping my ass, don’t you?”
“It’s a big target, bitch,” Becky growled back, giving the
other woman’s ass a hard slap, her nails ripping another
patch of nylon off.
“It’s tighter than your big butt, whore,” Stephanie spat.
The brunette couldn’t resist grabbing a hold of Becky’s butt
with her hand, squeezing the blonde’s ass cheeks through her
nylon like she was kneading dough. The two women abandoned
their one-handed hold on each other’s hair, contrasting
colored strands trailing from their fingers as they filled
both of their hands with their rival’s meaty gluteus
Becky squeezed, her eyes glaring into Stephanie’s, her butt
muscles shaking as the brunette’s blood red nails bit into
them. She tightened her own black talons on her rival’s
buns, pairing that with a sudden thrust of her hips into
Stephanie’s, their pelvic bones thudding together roughly,
causing the brunette to stumble back a step. Stephanie
caught herself on her right foot, though, bracing the spike
of her heel against the carpet, her sleek calf muscle
flexing underneath her nylon. The brunette’s teeth were
clenched in a furious snarl, as she returned the blow,
pulling Becky’s hips toward her with her hands, while
thrusting her pelvis against the blonde’s violently.
“I told you I’d break you, cunt!” Becky said, as the women
traded pelvic blows, crying out each time they collided with
their dueling hips.
“Your body’s going to break long before mine, bitch!”
Stephanie snarled. With each successive blow, the women
seemed to be aiming their crotches more and more directly
toward their rival’s crotch, their jungle print panties
slamming together underneath their pantyhose. Becky could
feel the arousal in her cunt, spurred on by this violent,
long dreamed of confrontation with Stephanie, their hard
bodies clad in nothing but nylons and heels clashing here in
her apartment. Her eyes closed briefly as she slammed her
hips into the brunette’s, giving in to the primal nature of
their battle. Each collision of their panties provoked a
matching, breathless whimper from Stephanie, so Becky knew
that their fight was getting to her rival, as well.
Becky slammed her panties into Stephanie’s again with a
sharp little cry, and was preparing to rear back with her
ass for another thrust when she felt Stephanie’s hands
resisting, keeping the blonde’s crotch against hers. The
women groaned as they ground their hips together, cunts
rubbing up against one another through nylon and silk.
“You big, dirty cunt,” Becky breathed, as the women braced
against one another cheek to cheek, her hot breath tickling
“What’s the matter, Becky?” Stephanie taunted, grinding her
panties into Becky’s. “Can’t take my cunt on yours? Just
wait until we’re bare, you blonde bitch.”
Becky forced herself to grind back with just as much relish
as her dark-haired rival, fighting to keep the brunette from
overwhelming her just with her apparent willingness to
engage in the dirtiest of female battles. “Don’t think I
won’t fight you that way or ANY way you want to fight,
Stephanie,” Becky hissed, punctuating her statement with a
sharp slap to Stephanie’s butt that rang throughout the
“BITCH!” Stephanie cried, cracking her palm across Becky’s
buns in retaliation, setting the blonde’s tight ass
bouncing, but only slightly.
Becky pressed her crotch into her rival’s, screaming “SLUT!”
and wrapping her long right leg around Stephanie’s left, the
long, thin heels of their shoes locking together as they
embraced leggily. The two women stumbled around their tight
arena precariously, hands going once more to each other’s
hair as they fought to control one another. Becky curled her
free arm around Stephanie’s waist, crushing the brunette’s
chest to hers, their four erect nipples meeting again
electrically. Stephanie eagerly returned the crushing hug,
pressing her chin against Becky’s, the two women trembling
as their bodies pressed into one another like dual molds of
the ideal female form.
“Harder,” Stephanie urged, as she yanked down on Becky’s
long blonde hair. The brunette tightened her arm around her
rival’s waist, their taut stomachs flat against one another,
each woman feeling every twitch of muscle, every slight
quiver that betrayed any weakness. “HARDER, BITCH!” the
“Cunt,” Becky spat into her rival’s lips. The blonde could
feel the other woman’s hot spittle on her lips and cheeks.
Their heavy makeup was streaked with sweat and starting to
smear, further emphasizing the cruel, wild sexuality in by
each woman’s features. Becky fought to arch her back against
Stephanie’s crushing embrace, her nipples sliding underneath
the brunette’s and thrusting up from beneath, forcing an
anguished moan from Stephanie. Each cry or groan she forced
from Stephanie gave Becky another shot of adrenaline,
sending ripples of strength through her muscles as they
braced themselves against the brunette’s. “You don’t have
the BODY or SEX to deal with how hard I am!” Becky hissed in
her rival’s face, as she hugged Stephanie to her, their
breasts trembling together, her rigid nipples jutting up
As still as she tried to hold Stephanie’s naked, squirming
torso against hers, Becky still felt Stephanie able to twist
her breasts just a fraction away from hers, slipping her
nipples away from Becky’s only to drive them back into the
blonde’s breasts, stabbing at Becky’s aureoles with her
stiff points, drawing a long, pained grunt from the busty
blonde. “Come ON, then, slut,” Stephanie growled, forcing
her breasts on Becky. “Let’s fight it out like two hard
The two teachers roared in each other’s faces, completely
lost in their hatred for one another, neither one even
pausing to even wonder at the fact that in less than a day
they had each been transformed from perfectly professional -
if sometimes catty - colleagues into the primal creatures
now locked in a fight to the finish in a cramped, dimly lit
living room, tooth and claw and cunt. Becky screamed as she
pressed nose to nose with Stephanie, an expression of pure,
carnal catfight lust and hate, language momentarily lost to
her, only to be met by an answering scream from the
brunette, her eyes wild and electric. Their jutting,
painfully erect nipples pushed and slid against one another
achingly, an erotic battle where the ground won and lost was
measured in fractions of centimeters. Screams of rage gave
way to panting gasps as the women waged a war of sexual
attrition, the blonde and brunette leaning into one another,
clutching and tearing at the other’s hair slowly.
For several minutes, Becky and Stephanie went around in a
tight circle, heels dragging along the carpet as legs rubbed
up against one another in nylons, and heavy breasts hugged
wetly, erect nipples jutting into their rival pair
viciously. Then, the long heel of Becky’s black shoe
suddenly managed to upend the slender rod of Stephanie’s
right heel, causing the brunette’s knee to give just
slightly, but enough for Becky to drag the other woman down
to the carpet. Their bodies toppled to the ground in a
tangle of limbs, long hair, and nylons, with Becky on top.
Her crotch came slamming down on Stephanie’s, who took the
weight of her rival on her with a pained grunt, wrapping her
long legs around Becky’s, the friction between their nylon
sending shivers through Becky’s body.
Becky stared down at her rival’s sternly beautiful face
beneath her twisted in hatred much like her own lovely
visage, their lipsticked mouths both covered in a sheen of
saliva. “I hate you, Stephanie,” she whispered into
Stephanie’s mouth as if confessing something secret, one
half of a ritual pledge. “I hate you, too, Becky,” Stephanie
replied in a soft hiss, completing the rivals’ promise of
hatred. With their vows now exchanged, the two rivals began
to buck against one another violently, Becky fighting to
press the weight of her body down onto Stephanie, while the
brunette struggled to turn the tables and mount the other
As she struggled to pin Stephanie’s writhing arms and legs
down to the carpet with her own long limbs, the brunette’s
tongue flicked out teasingly, the tip of it just visible
between Stephanie’s glossy lips. Unable to resist, Becky
lowered her mouth to Stephanie’s, her lips closing around
the wet, glistening probe, which suddenly shot out and into
the blonde’s mouth, pumping in and out like a piston,
driving deep into the back of her mouth. Becky started at
the sudden violation, almost gagging, and Stephanie took
that opportunity to reverse their positions, the muscles in
her arms and legs rippling as she slowly wrestled her rival
off of her and managed to mount the blonde, breathing
heavily with the effort of upending her equally sized,
“Now I’m on top, bitch,” Stephanie breathed into her rival’s
lips, her arms pinning Becky’s to the carpet over her head.
The brunette pressed her breasts down on top of Becky’s, her
rigid nipples digging into the blonde’s creamy, sweat
streaked breast flesh roughly. Becky swore up at her rival,
her body bucking underneath, her hips slamming up into
Stephanie’s as she arched her back and thrust her pelvis
desperately against the long, leggy woman on top of her. On
one such thrust, Stephanie met her with her own crotch, the
two women’s panties slamming together underneath their
nylon. The brunette couldn’t resist grinding against Becky’s
crotch with her own, the two women panting to get at each
other, the friction generated by their intense gyrations
threatening to overheat their intimate parts.
During one hard, long grind against Stephanie’s skimpy
panties, Becky felt her rival’s body weaken just a fraction
as the brunette groaned, her grip reflexively tightening on
the blonde’s hair. With a low, agonized grunt of effort,
Becky managed to overturn her rival, her own hips squirming
against Stephanie’s as their panty clad cunts slid against
one another. Still, she wasn’t able to mount the brunette,
as the two locked women continued rolling slowly around
their small arena, legs tangled viciously and swearing in
each other’s faces.
“You long-legged whore,” Stephanie growled, fighting to
control Becky’s writhing nylon limbs, her blood red nails
tearing long strips of sheer material from the blonde’s legs
as they clutched at one another in their slow-motion roll.
“I am going to spread those long legs of yours and then
you’ll really get it.”
“I can handle you, bitch,” Becky hissed, slapping and
clawing at her brunette rival’s pantyhose with her black
nails, her sweaty, naked torso crushed to Stephanie’s as
their bodies trembled against one another. “I can handle
anything you have just FINE.”
“Yeah?” Stephanie grunted, driving her panties into Becky’s
with a smack that their nylons muffled. “You know how this
has to end, right?”
“I know how you WANT it to end, whore,” Becky said, feeling
the heat of Stephanie’s crotch through their nylon and
panties, her own cunt radiating a scorching heat as it
trembled against its rival.
“You want it, too, bitch,” Stephanie said. “I KNOW you do, I
can FEEL you on me.”
“You’re going to feel me IN you, slut,” Becky growled.
“Bring IT on, cunt,” Stephanie swore, pounding her cunt into
Becky’s, the nylon starting to wear thin between their
“Bring HER on, you mean, bitch,” Becky said, feeling her
clit throb inside her panties, stiff and ready to bring the
fight to her counterpart.
“Let’s let the girls out and finish this, then, BECKY,”
Stephanie said. With angry albeit weary shoves, the two
women separated, crawling to their knees and dragging
themselves up on their high heeled feet. Becky and Stephanie
glared at one another, the two rivals a fearsome sight in
their ragged pantyhose and 6” heels, naked torsos streaked
with sweat and sporting nipples whose size and rigidity had
only grown as the women fought, their faces masks of
determined hatred, mascara and lipstick smeared on each
Stephanie reached between her legs now and slowly ripped out
the nylon crotch of her pantyhose, baring her skimpy jungle
print panties to her rival, curls of her dark cunt hair
peeking out from the sides. “Meet me, Becky,” Stephanie
invited her enemy, her voice strangely soft now after the
screams and shrill battle cries that had marked their fight
thus far. “Woman to woman…girl to girl.”
Becky gripped the front of her pantyhose with her wicked
black nails, tearing the nylon off of her as if parting a
curtain, to reveal her matching pair of panties, tufts of
her lighter cunt hair visible in perfect symmetry to her
rival. “I’m here, Stephanie,” Becky said. “I’ll meet you
woman to woman…my girl against yours…and we’ll know…we’ll
“Are you hard, bitch?” Stephanie growled, her eyes flashing
“I’m hard, bitch,” Becky grunted. “Are you?”
“Harder than I’ve ever been,” the brunette said with a
The blonde gripped her panties and ripped the soaked
material off of her hips, her hot hairy cunt finally free.
Across from her, Stephanie did the same, both women making
an incoherent sound as they devoured each other’s naked
cunts with their eyes.
“Then let’s finish this, slut,” Becky challenged her rival.
“CUNT on CUNT.”
With a wild roar, Becky and Stephanie came together, leading
with their bare cunts. They smacked them together several
times, quick, vicious blows as the blonde and brunette gave
full vent to their sexual rage. Blonde cunt hair tangled
with black, the curly hairs pulling at one another as the
women dragged their cunts over one another, vaginal lips
open and glistening wetly. Becky wrapped her long legs in
their ruined pantyhose around Stephanie’s, who eagerly
returned the embrace, her shapely legs tightening around
Becky’s, pulling their cunts into a steamy face-off.
Becky pressed her cheek against Stephanie’s, smelling the
other woman’s sweat and perfume, inhaling the animalistic
scent deeply through her nostrils. She could feel
Stephanie’s hot, labored breathing against her shoulder,
each hard grind or quick thrust forcing a moan from the lips
of each woman. Their slick labial folds kissed violently,
their womanly juices starting to drip down their thighs and
soaking what was left of their pantyhose.
“I hate you, Becky,” Stephanie groaned. Both teachers now
had their hands in the other’s wild mane of hair, their
fingers twisting themselves around the long strands over and
over, as if wanting to make sure their rival could not
possibly get away from them. “I’ve always hated you, even on
that first day.”
“I know, bitch,” Becky said. The blonde’s stomach was
knotted painfully as she fought to retain her self control
even as Stephanie’s hot, angry cunt pressed against hers,
the two rivals thrusting and grinding obscenely,
desperately. “Two women like us could NEVER be real
“Rivals,” the brunette groaned. The women had started to
drag each other around their tiny arena, high heels
stumbling along the carpet as the force of their cunt
thrusts and the fatigue in their legs caused each woman to
momentarily lose her balance at times. “Women like us can
only be RIVALS.”
Becky felt her clit, stiff and painfully erect, emerge from
the folds of her cunt. The blonde’s eyes widened a little in
surprise, but she eagerly forced herself into her
dark-haired rival. “I’m HERE, bitch,” Becky gasped.
“I…feel you, cunt,” Stephanie gasped back, her brow furrowed
in worry. Just then, however, the brunette gave a little cry
of delight, sending a shiver down Becky’s body. The blonde
felt her cunt invaded by Stephanie’s own stiff and engorged
weapon, the brunette’s clit licking along the slick contours
of her cunt.
“I…feel you, too…bitch,” Becky said grudgingly. The two
women were maneuvering their pussies around one another
gingerly, the violence of their cunt fight on hold for a few
moments as they explored the unfamiliar feeling of another
woman’s cunt. Tentatively, Becky and Stephanie sought out
the other’s rival clit, each clash of their throbbing sex
horns causing them both to retreat with a slight intake of
breath. Their clitoral touching gradually started to get
faster, building steam, the women beginning to grunt
gutturally as they touched one another with their most
Becky’s cunt was on fire, each touch of Stephanie’s clit on
hers like a hot needle sending tendrils of molten pleasure
through her body. She could tell from the brunette’s groans
that Stephanie was in just as bad a state as she was,
however, which gave her the strength to continue. Another
sharp, probing thrust almost knocked her legs out from under
her, and Becky realized it was now or never.
“Come ON, bitch,” Becky urged, her black painted nails
grabbing her rival’s ass and squeezing. “Let’s finish this,
you and me,” she growled. “Your girl against mine.” She put
her lips right up against Stephanie’s. “WHO IS MORE WOMAN.”
“You’re ON, whore,” Stephanie swore, her blood red talons
clutching at Becky’s buns, shredding the remains of whatever
nylon was left there. “To the finish, just the way two hard
bitches like us SHOULD do it.” The brunette pressed her lips
against Becky’s, tasting her lipstick as they breathed into
each other’s mouths hotly. “MAY THE HOTTEST CUNT WIN!”
Becky let loose a wild, primal scream as she met Stephanie’s
clit with hers, their erect and engorged sex horns colliding
and twisting together in an explosion of sensation. Her
scream was matched by Stephanie’s roar, the two women
throwing their hips forward, driving their cunts into one
another in a final, desperate push. Gasps and groans filled
the air as Becky and Stephanie clawed at each other’s buns,
hips shaking and hair whipping back and forth, the sounds
becoming more and more high-pitched as the end neared.
It took less than a minute. Becky and Stephanie were both so
aroused by everything that had gone on this day that neither
could hold out very long once their clits met in earnest. It
was Stephanie that lost control first, the brunette’s body
wracked by the spasms of orgasm, her long legs buckling as
she fell to the carpet wailing. Becky fell on top of her,
her cunt continuing to grind on her rival’s gushing pussy,
her triumphant clit still hard even as Stephanie’s orgasm
left the brunette’s sex organ limp and diminished. As she
stared down at her rival’s beautiful, anguished face, Becky
came, clutching the vanquished brunette’s face to her