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Subject: {ASSM} Avon Calling (FF,Sexfight,2/3)
Date: Sun,  3 Dec 2000 06:10:04 -0500
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Avon Calling (Part Two)

As Mary fell to the carpeted floor of the foyer, her
legs flew open, and she heard her skirt rip along the
slit.  The hem of the skirt rucked itself up around to
the middle of her thighs, and Carol's heavy leg fell
between her legs.  Her crotch was suddenly slammed
with the muscular weight of Carol's leg.

"Ummph!" she cried.  She twisted her hand into Carol's
fine blonde hair and pulled.  Carol yelled and tried
to pull herself up, slapping a hand down on Mary's
wrist to wrestle it away from the hair.

The clip that held Carol's hair slipped off, and Carol
was able to twist her head away.  She pulled herself
halfway up and slapped Mary hard in the face, a
stinging blow.

The pain enraged Mary.  She swung her right hand up
and caught Carol on the jaw, a solid connection. 
Carol's head snapped back.  Mary quickly scrambled out
from under the voluptuous blonde woman and quickly
pulled herself to her feet.

Carol put a hand down on the rug, and hoisted herself
up to one knee.  She raised her face to Mary, and Mary
was shocked to see a grin on that face.  She was
enjoying this!

Through the sudden anger that had descended like a red
haze over her consciousness, Mary realized that the
sudden kick of adrenaline had energized her, and made
her feel edgy and quick.  She felt the drive to crush
this woman who had the audacity to insult her and her
family, to rend and tear her clothes and make her
submit.  She wanted that blonde bitch underneath her,
and she was determined to follow through.  

And that honest corner of her mind also realized that
she wanted this.

Mary bent down her head and charged, extending her
arms like claws.  As she hit Carol's midsection with
her head, she grabbed onto Carol's arms, and barreled
her backwards.

"Oooooffff!" Carol sharply uttered.  She was propelled
backwards into the living room, her legs furiously
backpedaling in their high heels.  She landed on her
back, butt skidding a bit, and Mary landed on top of
her.  Carol's legs were bumped apart, the tight skirt
suddenly splitting with a tear, and Mary's hips fell
between those powerful thighs.  

Carol suddenly wrapped her arms around Mary's torso,
twisting the blue jacket.  She squeezed her arms
together, grunting.

Mary's middle was in-between Carol's legs, and she
tried to raise herself up on her arms.  This caused
her pelvic region to scrape along the front of Carol's
panties.  Mary noted that her crotch was now firmly
placed in contact with Carol's.  She strained against
Carol's strong bearhug, her own hands trying to crush
the blonde's arms.  

Mary brought her upper body down sharply.  Her breasts
slammed down onto Carol's large bosom, and Carol
gasped in shock.  Mary felt a small hot needle of
triumph.  She raised her body again, and pushed it
down, again trying to pound Carol's large heavy
breasts with her own smaller orbs.  They were firmer,
and Carol made several gasping whoops as Mary beat her
chest up and down.

Carol finally released her tight embrace.  Before Mary
could lower her tits down again, Carol reached up and
pressed her hands onto Mary's breasts and started to
squeeze them.

Mary felt the sharp pain in her breasts, and her eyes
started to water.  The rubbing of the bra on her
nipples started to stiffen them, and the erect nipples
were exquisitely tender.

Okay, two could play at that game.  She tried to
ignore the sharp pain in her breasts, and bent her
fingers into claws.  She swiftly hooked her hands onto
Carol's large breasts and started to maul them.

"Oh, you goddamn cunt!  You fucking slut!" Carol
raged, spittle flying up from her mouth.

The women continued their mutual breast mangling, with
waves of pain emanating from their boobs.  Mary tried
again to raise herself up, and succeeded only in
grinding her panty-covered crotch into Carol's mound. 


The two women's eyes met, Mary looking down at Carol
as they continued to squeeze and mangle one another's
breasts.  Their faces were contorted with anger, lips
curled back against their white teeth, eyes narrowed
in fierce primal malevolence.

A part of Mary's mind wondered at it all.  Here she
was, locked in this absurd battle with a neighbor, a
god damned catfight, for Christ's sake, in 1956.  In
the fucking suburbs!  This was Eisenhower's America. 
Such things did not happen here.  

But another wave of pain from her tender breasts
brought her back to reality.  This snobby disgusting
bitch was trying to tear her a new one.  The only
thing she could do was fight back.

With an extra impetus of anger, she rolled off Carol
and to the side.  She whimpered briefly and she lifted
her hands to her wounded breasts.  

Carol's hand fell away and she brought them to her own
tender orbs, making irregular moans.  Both women lay
on their back for about fifteen seconds, aching, as
they tried to gather their strength.

Mary tried to rise to a sitting position.  She thought
if she could get to her feet, she might be able to get
to the door and get the hell out of here.

But it wasn't to be.  Carol said, huskily, "Oh, you
are the perfect playmate, you are.  I'm going to enjoy
this!"

She rolled quickly to her side and clamped her arm
against Mary's torso, the forearm slamming into her
chest just over the breasts.  Mary found herself
falling backwards onto the carpet again.

Carol quickly hooked her right leg over and worked it
between Mary's legs.  Her skirt was raised almost all
the way up, revealing the bare flesh between her
stockings and the panties.

Mary tried to work her arms under Carol's, tearing at
the sleeve.  But Carol had raised herself up partway
and her upper body added to the weight.  Plus,
something new had been added to the equation.

Mary's eyes went wide with surprise.  Carol had worked
her other hand down between her legs.  Carol moved her
own leg out of the way, just enough for her strong
fingers to suddenly start rubbing Mary's panty-clad
pussy with strong, knowing strokes.

Mary turned her head to Carol's, her mouth open in a
silent amazed question.  Carol looked at her, her eyes
starting to swim with catfight lust, and she continued
the intimate questing rough caress. 

Mary squawked and tried to get away.  Carol's strong
arm and legs held her fast.  She was helpless for the
moment, and she twisted around as much as she could. 
She was able to get her left hand over to Carol's hair
and she started to pull.

Carol turned her head to ease the pressure, but she
kept up her lewd poking and rubbing of Mary's mound.

Then Mary felt Carol's finger go even further.  Carol
worked one sharp-nailed index finger beneath the
crotch of the panties, and Mary felt the digit slide
along her hairy vulva.  Then, to her horror, the
finger found her clit!

She couldn't help herself.  Pinned like this, her own
hands ineffectual, she found that Carol's hand was
getting a response.  She felt her pussy moisten, the
labial lips start to swell and soften.  The sheath of
her clitoris started to lengthen under Carol's expert
handiwork.

She took a deep breath and screamed, "Oh, you fucking
dyke!  You goddamn lesbo CUNT!  What the HELL do you
THINK you're DOING?!"

Carol turned her head to Mary, Mary's hand still
embedded in the fine blonde hair.  She smiled an evil
smile.  "Don't come off so high and prissy, you stupid
bitch.  I know what the fuck you are.  You're starting
to gush like a whore, cunt.  You're not so god damned
innocent.  Right?"

Carol's twisted grin penetrated to Mary's gut.  Oh,
god, how could she know?

It came back like a flood of sensation.  When she was
twenty, Mary had lived in New York, in Greenwich
Village.  She had dropped out of college, and for a
while, out of rebellion and boredom, she got caught up
in the bohemian lifestyle of the beats.  And she did
things she had never done before...until now.

A lesbian introduced her to the deviant subculture of
girl/girl fetishes.  Under the influence of beer and
marijuana, Mary had discovered the unique carnal
sensations afforded in the catfight and sexfight. 
Under the mercurial ministrations of dark-haired
Arial, she had fought and scratched and made rough
sapphic love, grinding her young cunt into the hairy
turgid pussy of the older woman.  

But that had ended.  She went back to school, her
rebellion ended, and had met her husband to be.  After
that was the easy and placid life of a Long Island
young housewife, who had ceased to think about the
libidinous erotic warfare of another time and place.

Until now.





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