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Catfight



   By Ed Rider



   I hate myself, thought Francie as she looked in the mirror.  I'm just a
big tub of lard.  Any cute guy who sees me is going to run in the opposite
direction as fast as he can.  If I had an ounce of self-respect, I wouldn't
let myself go like this.

   She was drying herself after stepping out of the shower and feeling
depressed.  After Josiah had dumped her, she went into a deep funk and
began eating to forget.  But even with the 15 pounds she had gained, she
still looked attractive.  When she told her friends, they didn't believe
she had any extra weight on her 6-foot-2 frame.  They pointed out that some
of the extra weight had gone to her breasts, which had already been her
most prominent feature, the one that drew men like a magnet.

   I hate these breasts, she thought.  My friends tease me about them
because they're jealous, and the boys zero in on them and never look me in
the eyes.  That's all they want from me.  Once they've played with them,
they dump me for a girl who's not such a freak.  Now they're so huge
they're going to start sagging.

   The reason she was most upset was that whenever anyone -- boy or girl --
looked at her, she thought they were thinking about how that bitch Gigi had
stolen Josiah from her.

   Gigi was a sorority sister at Pi Kappa Upsilon, where Francie was going
for dinner tonight, as she did every Monday.  She had lived in the house a
couple of years until she moved to her tiny off-campus apartment, but most
of her best friends at school were sisters, and they all saw each other
Monday nights at the dinner and meeting, even if their schedules sometimes
kept them from getting together the rest of the week.

   The sisters, even her closest friends, were split about what Gigi had
done.  Some of them felt that a sister should never poach on a sister.  But
others felt that all was fair in love and war, and that part of college was
finding the right man in a jungle of jerks and there should be no
restrictions on the huntresses.  But even those who believed in survival of
the fittest sympathized with her, because Gigi didn't seem to be searching
for Mr.  Right.

   She was more like Genghis Kahn, destroying everything in her way as she
went through one desirable boy after another.  And if she could steal the
guy from a girl who was beautiful or popular, Gigi treated it like a
victory for the basketball team.

   Gigi was the spoiled daughter of a wealthy family.  She was attending
school on an athletic scholarship because she was the star guard on the
girls basketball team.  She was 5-2 and 105 pounds, and every pound was
firm.  She was strong but didn't look muscular, and though her breasts were
softballs compared to Francie's watermelons, her great legs and round butt
were enough to get boys' attention, especially since she always wore
skintight pants or shorts and moved her assets while she was walking in a
way that would make a stripper envious.  The only thing out of proportion
on her body was her hands, which were oversized and one of the reasons she
could dribble and pass so well.

   It was only four weeks after Josiah had broken up with Francie, and Gigi
had already discarded him.  Francie thought about calling him, but she
decided even she wouldn't sink that low.  Besides, she couldn't think of
any reason why she wanted him back.  She had really liked him once, but now
he had just become an object that Gigi had used to humiliate her.

   She would be seeing Gigi tonight, but at least it wouldn't be like the
previous few Mondays, when Gigi found ways to rub Francie's nose into her
humiliation.  Gigi knew how to talk trash on the court and off.  She wasn't
as blatant about it in private life, but she found just the right words to
torment those she was toying with, and she had brought Francie to tears
each week.  Tonight, Francie hoped Gigi would finally leave her alone,
because the Josiah episode was over.  Maybe she would steal someone else's
boyfriend.

   Francie scolded herself for thinking that.  That wasn't a nice thing to
hope for, she thought.  What if the next victim was one of her girlfriends?
If only Gigi understood how everyone was afraid of her -- even her
entourage -- and how probably none of them would be friends with her after
college!

   But maybe that's what Gigi liked.  She certainly enjoyed striking fear
into her basketball opponents.  Because she was so small, they always
underestimated her.  Then they found that she was not only athletic and
elusive, but she also played dirty.  When they got too close, she would
find ways of reaching into their uniforms and grabbing, pinching, twisting
and pulling.  It caused them to lose concentration, and Gigi used that to
score or pass to a teammate in scoring position or to steal the ball.

   If an opponent fought back, Gigi usually went flying, and when she
flopped, there were usually gasps because she knew how to make it look like
she was hurt.  When she got to the free-throw line, she was automatic, so
the coach of the opposing players told them they had to endure Gigi's
torments and play through them or they might as well give up and go home.



   "You filthy mouthed whore!" screamed Gigi.  Francie was screaming, too,
because Gigi had come up behind her and grabbed her by her ponytail and
pulled her to her feet.  "What have you been saying about me?"

   Francie had been sitting in the living room talking to friends when Gigi
attacked out of nowhere.  She had not been at the dinner, and Francie was
hoping she wouldn't see her tonight.

   "Answer me, whore?" yelled Gigi as she was being pulled away by some of
the sisters.

   "What are you talking about?" yelled Francie back at her.

   "You're going around telling guys that I'm a lesbian," she said.

   "No, I'm not," said Francie.  "Who told you that?"

   "Two guys this week, you lying slime."

   "They told you I said that?"

   "No, they didn't have to.  I knew you were getting back at me for
Josiah. You can have him.  He can't eat pussy worth crap.  But you're going
to pay for your mouth."

   "You know, Gigi, I wish I HAD thought of telling guys that because I see
how it humiliates you, Now you know how it feels.  I can't claim credit,
but I'm willing to bet it was one of my friends who's sitting right here.
No, sisters, don't say a thing.  I don't want to know who did it, because
I'm going to take full responsibility.  So, Gigi, how are you going to make
me pay?  Are you going to steal another boy from me?  Sorry, I don't have
one handy.  What are you going to do, you puny little lesbian?"

   "If my sisters would just let go of me, I'd show you," said Gigi.  "I'd
tear your hair out.  I'd spit in your face.  I'd stick my hand up your huge
slimy cunt, you five-dollar whore."

   Francie was surprising herself.  She found that the more worked up Gigi
got, the calmer she felt.  She knew Gigi was nothing but trouble.  She
should get up and leave, even though it would be humiliating.  But she
needed a jolt to get out of her funk.  Maybe getting back at Gigi would
help her recover her self-respect.  Anything was better than feeling like
she did now and gaining more weight.

   "I'm not playing basketball, Gigi," she said.  "You can't get away with
your wandering hands like you do on the court.  And I don't care how it
looks that you're much smaller than me.  I could lift your little body up
with one arm.  I'd love a chance to throw you around like bag of garbage.
Actually, it would be the same thing.  But I know you're just a little
bully.  Unless you can get away scot free, like you do on the court, you'd
never go up against someone who's bigger than you.  So you're just going to
have to pout and pretend, little girl."

   "I'm not afraid of you," said Gigi.  "Bring it on right now.  The bigger
they are, the harder they fall.  I'm small, but I'm strong and fast, and
I'll take you on anytime, anyplace."

   At this point, the sorority president told them both to shut up and not
say another word until the meeting was over.  Francie noticed the meeting
went fast, and as soon as it was over, the president said, "OK, now let's
talk about Francie and Gigi.  I think we should let them at each other. 
It's like a duel in the old days.  They need satisfaction.  But there have
to be rules, too.  I'm going to appoint one friend of each of them.  You
will be the seconds.

   "The seconds are going to talk to Francie and Gigi and find out what
they'd like to do to each other, and then the seconds will meet and work
out the rules of the duel.  I want a report at next Monday's meeting.  And
if I hear about any member saying anything about this outside of our house
-- or telling stories about Francie or Gigi to anyone -- that member will
be excommunicated for life.  Hold it back until next Monday, girls."



   I hate myself for being so stupid, thought Francie as she looked at
herself in the steamy mirror as she stepped out of the shower.  It was
Friday of the following week, and she was getting ready for the duel.

   Look at me, she thought.  This whole thing has gotten me so upset that I
must have gained five more pounds in the last two weeks.  My breasts are
really hanging now.  If I painted them purple, they'd look like giant
eggplants.  And I've got another fold of belly fat.

   She thought about Monday night when all the girls started calling the
duel the catfight of the century.  There weren't many rules.  Both girls
had to wear bathing suits.  Both of them had been declawed at a nail shop
under the supervision of the opponent's second.  No gouging or biting was
permitted.  But otherwise anything was allowed.

   It was a fight to the finish, which meant that as long as one them still
wanted to humiliate the other one, they wouldn't stop.

   She knew that the sorority's living room would be cleared of all
furniture.  They were putting layers of thick exercise padding on the
entire floor to try to prevent injuries.  One of the girls who worked in a
photo studio had brought over a bunch of lights, and there would be at
least 10 of the sisters stationed around the room with their expensive
video cameras shooting the action from every angle.  She imagined the video
would become a sorority treasure, shown every year during hell week to
frighten the new pledges.



   Of course, Francie was ready first.  She knew Gigi had to make an
entrance, but she and the others were shocked when Gigi walked in wearing a
hooded robe and then quickly took it off.  Her head was as bald as billiard
ball, and her body gleamed.  She had covered it in oil.

   Francie had watched some lesbian wrestling videos on the Internet during
the week, but she couldn't remember a thing.  She knew she was in pretty
good shape, except for the extra fat, because she worked out a few times a
week, but she was not the athlete Gigi was.  She just hoped she could
inflict some humiliation on her opponent and wear her out enough so she
wouldn't be able to do too much damage to her.  Other than that, she didn't
have any strategy, and she knew that was a mistake.  She already saw Gigi
had some kind of game plan with the hair shaving and the oil.  It would be
hard for Francie to grab hold of anything.

   They stood up facing each other, and then the president gave the signal
to start.  Before Francie could blink, Gigi grabbed hold of her bathing
suit top, and her little body was swinging from it like a monkey from a
tree.  The straps kept it in place, but Gigi's weight made Francie bend
over, and when she did, Gigi's feet touched the ground.  She was no longer
swinging, but she was still grasping the top tightly with both hands, and
she now leaned back with her entire weight wrenching the top.  Francie
tried to move with Gigi's hands, but it was too late.  The top was pulled
up her body, and her breasts sprang free.

   A gasp went up from the sisters as Gigi began talking trash.  "What a
fucking cow, you are, Francie," she said.  "Look at those udders.  They
must be full of milk.  Let's find out.  Oh, you didn't like that squeeze,
did you.  Jeez, those tits are so huge that I need two hands to hold on to
them.  Let's see if I can grab your left one.  There, I've got it.  Now
let's twist it a little, like that.  Look at how it's going around on
itself.  Soon it will look like a pretzel."

   Francie cried out when Gigi began twisting her breast.  She tried to
grab the smaller girl, but her hands slipped off.  She decided she'd have
to go for the bathing suit, too, and her arms were able to reach it.  When
Gigi felt her grasp the suit, she let go of Francie's breast and grabbed
Francie's long hair with both hands and pulled hard.  Francie's head
snapped back and she screamed, but she didn't let go of the suit bottom. 
She decided to fall back to see if she could pull it free.

   As she fell back, Gigi flew toward her, still holding tightly to her
hair, but with a huge effort, Francie got Gigi's suit bottom over her
behind and down to the knees.  She kept pulling as she felt Gigi release
her hair.  She was able to maneuver Gigi by holding onto the suit until
finally it came free.  Another gasp came from the sisters as they saw Gigi
was as bald between the legs as she was on her head.

   While she had been concentrating on Gigi's suit, she hadn't noticed
where Gigi's hands were going.  But now she found out as she felt
incredible pain coming from her crotch area.  "You forgot to shave your
slimy pubic hair, Francie," said Gigi.  "You've got quite a bush down
there, and I've got my hand around enough of it that I can rip it right off
your body if you don't hold still.  That's it.  I'm releasing one hand, but
the other one still has plenty of pussy hair.  I'll pull it a little so you
can feel it.

   "Now stand up straight while I pull down your old-lady swimming suit. 
Haven't you ever heard of bikinis.  Oh, look at that.  What were we hiding
under that big suit.  Look at that fat.  You are really a whale.  No wonder
Josiah dumped you.  You are repulsive.  No, don't move yet, because I'm
pulling your top down your body, to your feet, so everyone can see your big
layers of fat on your stomach and your big fat tits hanging down over them.
There.  Let me step back and admire you." She finally let go of Francie's
pubic hair.

   Francie was red in the face.  She had anticipated that her extra weight
might be embarrassing, but Gigi's words still stung.

   "You are a whale, Francie," said Gigi, standing a few feet away from her
and pointing to her.  "Look at those folds.  Look at those two huge things
hanging from your chest.  You can't call those breasts.  They are just huge
pieces of hanging fat.  Yes, blink your eyes.  The lights are on you, and
all the cameras are recording your shame.

   "I don't think I could do anything to humiliate you more than you're
doing by standing there, you big, fat disgusting cow.  So I'm willing to
call this over and let you crawl back under your rock and hide."

   Francie knew what Gigi was doing.  She wanted to quit while she was
ahead.  Francie had barely touched her, while Gigi had pulled some hair,
twisted a breast, stripped her naked and made fun of her weight.  Part of
her wanted to give in and just leave, but she didn't think that for long.

   As Gigi finished her invitation to surrender, Francie lunged and grabbed
for Gigi's swimsuit top.  She succeeded and then easily ripped it off her
by pulling it straight up.  It pulled at her nice round, perfect breasts
before it came loose, and Gigi said, "Ouch!" loudly.  The sisters laughed,
and Francie saw how that got Gigi angry.

   "So the big tub of lard doesn't want to go melt someplace," Gigi said.
"She wants more.  Well, Francie, get ready for some hurt." As she spoke,
she jumped at Francie and reached for her hair with both hands.  Francie
flicked her head away, and Gigi missed and landed at her feet.  There were
a few cheers, but they were followed by gasps as Gigi grasped Francie's
ankles and threw herself back, ripping Francie's feet out from under her.
Francie fell hard on her back, but she bounced high and didn't feel any
pain because of all the cushioning.

   Before she could respond, Gigi had run back and jumped on her stomach,
landing as hard as she could with both feet.  It kocked the wind out of
Francie, and before she could recover, Gigi got up with one leg on either
side of Francie and then sat down hard on Francie's belly.  She repeated
this a few times until Francie was out of breath and dizzy.

   When Gigi saw that Francie's arms and legs and head weren't moving, she
got up and walked around Francie slowly.  Francie's eyes were open, but she
felt horrible.  All her strength had left her.  I'm just a pile of fat
lying on this mat, and Gigi has totally vanquished me, she thought.  I
guess I better just give in before she jumps on my belly again.

   But Gigi didn't extend an offer this time.  After she had walked around
Francie three times and inspected every inch of the lifeless girl on the
mat, she decided on her coupe de grace.  First she bounced on Francie's
stomach a few more times until Francie was gasping for air.  Then she got
up again and walked over to where Francie's legs were stretched out.

   She grabbed Francie's ankles and lifted them up.  Then using all the
weight of her small body, Gigi leaned into the legs and slowly pushed them
back.  Francie looked up and saw her legs above her and slowly moving back
over her head.  It didn't hurt at all because Francie often did the plow
position in her yoga workouts, but she was worried, because she knew Gigi
wasn't doing this to stretch her.

   Sure enough, once Francie's feet were past her ears, Gigi moved forward
and sat down hard on her thighs, pushing them into her chest and crushing
her breasts.  Francie cried out with the pain.  As she did, Gigi rose
quickly, turned around and sat down hard again before Francie's legs could
drop.  Again her breasts were painfully crushed.

   Gigi was sitting on Francie's legs, which were pushed back over her and
down into her breasts.  She was facing away from Francie.  She scooted back
on the legs toward Francie's head.  She kept going until she was sitting on
the back of Francie's knees, with Francie's feet up in the air above her.
In front of Gigi, Francie's naked rear was pushed up facing Gigi.

   Francie didn't see Gigi as she put a finger into the air and waved it at
the audience, put it into her mouth and licked it, but she felt it when the
finger started stroking her pubic hair, and she groaned when it entered her
vagina, which was spread open because of her position.  Gigi wasn't trying
to hurt her now.  She was doing something worse.

   Her finger gently probed Francie, coming out occasionally to rub her
outer lips, then entering her again and caressing the insides of her
vagina. Then she moved it to the clitoris, which she lightly stroked as
Francie's groans grew louder.  She didn't rush, but when Francie's body
began responding, Gigi tried to match the rhythm of its movement.  Francie
tried to control herself, but finally, she sighed and shook wildly several
times.  Francie had brought her to orgasm in front of all her friends.  She
was completely mortified.

   Gigi wasn't finished.  She pulled her finger from Francie and held it
high in the air again, this time with a second finger next to it.  She
inserted both fingers and began to move them in and out.  Francie couldn't
keep her body from responding, even when a third finger entered.

   But when the fourth finger went in, a chill came over her, and she was
no longer excited.  She realized what Francie was about to do, and she
tried to move her lower body and legs away from the fingers.  But the
fingers followed wherever she squirmed and kept going in and out.  Then,
Gigi tucked her thumb behind the four fingers, and now all five were going
into her.

   Francie decided she was going to roll to the side, even if it meant
breaking Gigi's arm, but Gigi must have anticipated her, because her other
hand grabbed her pubic hair again and give it a quick tug.  "Just lie back
and enjoy it, Francie," said Gigi.  "I'm ready to move any way that you
want, so don't worry about me.  But if you want to try anything, remember
I'm holding a lot of your pubic hair right now, and I won't hesitate to rip
it right off your skin.  So you might hurt me, but you'll pay for it with a
lot of pain.

   "Are you enjoying the full feeling inside?  Are you happy that I have
such big hands, not little petite ones like most girls my size?  Does it
feel like when you have two or three of your boyfriends all get into you at
the same time?  Is that what you like, you sick pig?"

   Francie decided not to roll, but the last taunt snapped her out of her
lethargy.  I've got to do something, she thought.  But what?  Gigi is more
athletic, she's quicker, she has a strategy.  I'm nothing but a big, fat,
stupid elephant, and she's totally tamed me.  What can I possibly do?

   And then it came to her, just as Gigi's whole hand plunged into her
vagina and make her scream out from the pain and humiliation.

   Gigi called for her second.  "Please bring the lube," she said.  "I
don't want to hurt Francie." There was nervous laughter from the sisters at
Gigi's cruel joke.  When the lube arrived, Gigi pulled out of Francie,
grabbed a handful of it and then pushed back in.  She did this five times
until Francie felt like her insides were coated in slime.  Then she started
moving her hand deeper.  Slowly the forearm went into Francie until it
stopped halfway to the elbow.  Francie couldn't control her body from
jerking wildly as Gigi pushed in.

   "That should be enough satisfaction for any woman, Francie," said Gigi
with a laugh.  "But I know it's not enough for you, so I'm going to pull my
arm out slowly now.  Did you know the anal cavity is even deeper than the
vaginal canal?  I think you can probably take me all the way to the
shoulder.  Let's see how deep your love is?"

   Francie guessed that before Gigi would attempt to put her hand into
Francie's anus, she'd probably jump on top of her stomach a few more times
to make sure there wouldn't be any resistance.  Just to remind her she was
recovering a little, she lifted her arms and moved her body a little as
Gigi was pulling her arm out.  Then she waited.

   Sure enough, after Gigi had made her hand into a fist and pulled it
free, causing more horrible pain between Francie's legs, she quickly jumped
up and straddled her to start bouncing on her stomach again.

   Francie lay still and waited.  As Gigi's body was on the way down, she
sat up quickly and put her arms around Gigi.  For a second, she held her
tight, and then she rolled.

   It was over in seconds.  When Francie's body rolled on top of her, the
weight overwhelmed Gigi.  She struggled briefly, but there was nothing she
could do, so she just lay there.  Francie lay on her for a while breathing
deeply as she watched Gigi's face get more scared.  She thinks I'm going to
kill her, thought Francie.

   As Gigi's breath was being squeezed out of her and Francie's was
returning, Francie began speaking.  "Gigi, you are so much better in every
way than I am," she said.  "You're more athletic, you're quicker, you're
smarter, you can steal any man from any woman on campus, you can do
everything I can't.  There's only one thing that I have that you don't, and
that's fat.  You're right.  I am a whale, and everybody in this room is
probably looking at me with disgust.

   "I hope you're enjoying all my blubber.  Don't worry, I'm not going to
break any bones, but just in case, I have to do this.  That's once.  We
could call that move the whale crushing the hairless rat.  I see you've
still got a little spark there, so here's twice.  You're awfully quiet now,
Gigi.  Cat got your tongue?

   "Good.  I didn't crush all your response out of you, because you
certainly responded to that.  I guess no one has ever pulled you up by your
breasts before?  They're so nice and round and squeezable, and they fit my
hands perfectly.  Let me see if I can twist them the way you twisted mine.
No, they're not long enough or filled with fat, like mine.  But at least I
tried, and I got another reaction from you.

   "Well, you've got no hair, so I can't pull that, so I guess it's back to
the mat with us.  Let me get some of that lube on my fingers.  I'll sit on
your stomach now like you sat on mine, but I won't put all my weight on you
unless you try something.  Now I can lean forward and put a finger in your
vagina, like you did to me.

   "Here's two fingers for you.  You know, even though you've got large
hands for your size, my fingers and arm are both a little bigger than
yours. I wonder if your vagina is smaller than mine.  Here's three.  You're
already reacting really nicely.  I think you've got some wind back, because
that was a lot of sound.

   "Here's four.  Wow!  Where did that scream come from.  I wonder what
you'll sound like when I explore your anus.  You promised a fist in the
ass, and I don't think you're in any shape to deliver now, so maybe I'll do
it for you.  Here's five.  I think the fight has gone out of you, Gigi,
because you're just whimpering like a wounded animal.  I wonder what you'd
be willing to do for me to change my mind about fisting you in the ass.

   "There we go.  My fist is inside you.  How does that feel?  You sound
like a dog that's been kicked, Gigi.  I'm sure you've taken a lot of your
big football star boyfriends up there or I would have never been able to
get my hand in.  I wonder how many you've taken up the ass.  OK, Gigi, I
tried to push in a little like you did with me, but I'm afraid that could
split you in two.  Maybe I'll try it up the ass, since you say that's so
much deeper.

   "Now I'm going to pull my hand out of you, but I won't make a fist like
you did, because I don't want to take you to the emergency room for
stitches.  This big whale is a hell of a lot nicer than the basketball
bitch.

   "While I'm pulling out, I'll ask you my question again.  What would you
do to get me to not put my hand up your ass?  I'm looking for an answer
that's one word.  There's only one right answer.  What did you say?  No,
that's three words.  Think hard, Gigi, what would you do to avoid that
incredible pain inside your asshole and the all the humiliation?  Remember,
this video is going to be in the sorority house for a long time.  What is
the word?"

   "You got it.  You win the quiz, Gigi.  You're a winner all the way.  The
answer was 'Anything.' Friends, Gigi is willing to do anything if I don't
put my arm up her colon.

   "Anything isn't going to be that hard, Gigi.  There, my hand is out of
your vagina.  That must be a relief.  Relax for a second and get your
strength together.  Now, I want you to ask your second to put a couple of
small cushions under your head to raise it up a little.  That's it.  Now
I'm going to get on my hands and knees, and we're going to be lesbians, at
least you are.  I'm going to move back on you until your mouth is against
my vagina.

   "You already made me come with your finger, but this time you get to do
it with your tongue.  I've never done this before, and you say you haven't
either, so it will be fun for us to see what happens the first time.  You
need to find a way to make me come four times before we move on to the
second and last 'anything' that you'll do for me.  OK, I feel your hot
breath on my pubic hair.  It's still damp from before.  Time to get to
work."

   She's not going to do much, Francie thought.  She's exhausted and
confused.  But I'll let her go for a few minutes and then pretend to have
some orgasms.  Meanwhile, I'll keep humiliating her by talking about what
she's doing.

   "I don't feel much yet, Gigi," she said.  "You've got to do better than
that if you want to steal a pretty lesbian away from her girlfriend.  Move
it around.  You're just licking the inside of my thighs.  You need to get
to the point, so to speak.  That's it, lick that damp hair.  It's still got
all the juice from when you made me come with your finger.  Do you like the
taste?

   "Better get used to it, because at the rate you're going, you'll be
between my legs all night.  Come on, Gigi, push through that hair.  My
vagina is waiting for your tongue.  That's it.  I finally feel you.  Lick a
little harder to get some flavor.  That's more like it.  I feel myself
opening up again.  I hear wet sounds.  It seems like your feeble efforts
got the sap running again.  Drink it up, Gigi.  Enjoy the refreshment and
the aroma.  Oooh!  What was that?"

   Her body was shaking all of a sudden, surprised by something that was
happening between her legs.  Gigi's tongue was caressing her gently.  It
left her vagina and went back to the inside of her thighs, and then it was
back at her outer lips.  But the feeling was different.  It felt more like
the enthusiastic tongues of her boyfriends, especially the ones who got
excited by her large bush.  That's why she never trimmed it.

   But this was no guy, thought Francie, unless it was a guy who was a mind
reader.  This tongue knew exactly what to do to arouse her so strongly that
she couldn't stop herself from coming over and over.  This tongue knew
things she couldn't even express in words.  Why was Gigi doing this, and
how did she know what to do?

   Gigi's soft, moist tongue between her legs was touching her in ways she
had never been touched.  It moved slowly, then quickly, then slowly again,
driving her over the edge every time.  She tried to keep on talking, but
her voice failed her.  And then she felt like she was falling off a cliff.
Her whole body shook as she lost control and panted rapidly as the orgasms
overwhelmed her.

   When she came down from the clouds, she realized Gigi had completed her
assignment so she had to get off her.  She looked at Gigi in amazement, and
was even more amazed to see Gigi smiling and motioning for her to get back
to where she had been.  In a daze, she got over Gig's mouth again, and soon
Gigi's tongue was back at work, adding a few more tricks to those she had
used before.

   Francie tried to focus on Gigi's humiliation, but all she could feel
coming from the girl under her was that tongue making passionate love to
her.  Her mood began changing from cold to warm to hot.  She began feeling
good about herself, better than she had since Josiah dumped her.  Gigi's
tongue is going to my brain, she thought.

   The spell was broken when Gigi pushed Francie's rear up off her face
with her hands for a second and said something.  Then she pulled Francie's
vagina onto her mouth again, and the magic continued.  Gigi's hands began
stroking Francie's back, going as high as they could and giving her a
slight push.

   Then the hands went down to Francie's ass and pushed it up long enough
for her to say something.  What was she saying?  The hands went up
Francie's back again and gently pushed.  When Gigi repeated this a third
time, Francie listened closely and heard what she said.  It was "Please."

   Please what?  thought Francie.  What does she want me to do?  She's
driving me nuts with that tongue.  I should move on, but I don't want to.
She's incredible.  Why is she pushing at the top of my back?  It's not like
she's trying to push me away.

   Then it hit her.  Gigi was pushing for Francie to do for her what she
was doing for Francie.  She wanted a 69.  When Francie understood, without
thinking, she bent forward.  Gigi's legs were wide apart, and her vagina
was open and juicy.  Francie began licking around it and then inside of it.
For a few moments, all was silent, and then Francie came another few times.
She made some sounds but didn't lift her head off Gigi's vagina.

   Then she had to lift it because Gigi began thrashing around as if she
were having a fit.  Francie got off her quickly and looked at her.  Her
facial expression was ecstatic, and her body was out of control, flopping
around like a fish in a pail.  When she calmed down, she looked up at
Francie with innocent puppy dog eyes and smiled and then motioned for her
to get back on top.

   Francie wanted to do exactly that, but she stopped herself.  What was
she thinking?  This wasn't about giving mutual pleasure.  Gigi was pulling
some kind of trick, and she better snap out of it before she was in trouble
again.

   "No, you don't, bitch," she said to Gigi, and saw Gigi's face go from
bliss to disappointment.  "I don't know why I did that.  Maybe as a reward
for you showing everybody the lesbian you really are.  But we're here to
teach you a lesson, not get you off.

   "Now it's time for your grand finale, lezzie bitch.  You get to eat me
out again, but this time you get some special salsa.  I'm moving back over
you, but this time a little further forward.  There, we're all set for you
to get your tongue in motion.  All you have to do is the same thing you did
a minute ago, but this time you get to do it in my anus.

   "You're trying to move your head away, Gigi, but it won't work.  I'm
pulling apart my cheeks with both hands and pushing down on you so your
face is trapped beneath them.  You're not going to get out of there until I
come one more time.  Meanwhile, I can rub over you and see if I can get
your nose into my hole like that.

   "I hear those sounds, Gigi.  If you throw up now, you'll enjoy your own
stomach flavors mixed with my anal flavors, so I'd suggest you try to
control yourself.  I'm not getting off you until you're done.  I'm waiting.

   "There, I felt a little tingle.  You've got to do much better than that.
I suggest you start off slowly.  Just lightly lick up and down my crack
while I move it over your face.  Do you like all that hair in the crack? 
Some of my boyfriends love to do this.  They get excited because they think
I'll allow them in there.  And I do, but only their tongues.

   "That's more like it.  Just run that tongue through my crack.  How does
my ass hair taste?  I took a shower before I came here, but there must be
some sweat there now from all the exertion.  That's your appetizer, Gigi.

   "Keep going, but now push a little harder.  I want to really feel that
tongue pushing through my ass hair.  There.  You finally hit the target.  I
know you felt it, too, because you pulled away.  OK, get control of
yourself and start again.

   "Now you're getting the hang of it.  I'm going to push out now, like I'm
going to do something into your mouth.  Don't worry, I don't think there's
anything waiting to come out.  There, now you can stick your tongue deep
into me, and I'm going to give it some squeezes with my muscles, just
little love hugs from my anus to your tongue.

   "And as I do that, I'm letting go of my cheeks and my right hand is
going to where I'm getting wet again between my legs.  You just keep that
tongue right there while I work on myself, and you'll feel some big
squeezes on your tongue in my anus as I come.  I'll tell you all about it
as I'm getting there.

   "Ooooh, Gigi, what in the world?"

   Francie tried to continue, but she couldn't.  She was too shocked. 
Instead of just putting her tongue into Francie's anus, Gigi was working on
it just like she had worked on the vagina.  Francie stopped in
astonishment, then started touching herself again.  Gigi was in and out and
all around and keeping time with her.  She was devouring her
enthusiastically.  She was making love to her anus.

   The astonishment mixed with the amazing sensations Gigi was arousing in
the nerve endings around her anus and Francie's fingers flicking her vagina
made Francie lose control totally.  Her rear began rubbing hard against
Gigi's face, her anus wouldn't stop spasming and orgasm after orgasm washed
over her.  She lifted her face up to the ceiling in ecstasy and from her
mouth came a wild animal sound.  She felt like a lioness mating in the
jungle.

   When it was over, Francie felt like she was glowing.  She loved everyone
in the world, and everyone loved her.  Her face was smiling, and she had a
hard time before she finally forced the warm and fuzzy feeling out of
herself.

   She got up and looked at Gigi, who just lay there motionless, taking
deep breaths.  Gigi was looking at her with innocent puppy eyes again.  Why
she looks like a dog trying to please her master, thought Francie.  But I'm
not her loving master.  She's my worst enemy.  I need to finish this.

   "Thanks for that, Gigi," she said.  Gigi smiled as she said this, but
the smile quickly disappeared as Francie added, "I think you've shown
everyone here what you really are.  You are filth and covered with filth.
Look at your face.  Give us a shit-eating grin.

   "You were really enjoying the feast inside my anus, Gigi.  Well, I'm
finished with you, but maybe some of the other sisters would enjoy giving
you the chance to clean them out with your magic tongue.  What was all of
this about in the first place?  Someone telling a few boys that you were a
lesbian?

   "Well, whoever it was, she was wrong.  You're not a lesbian, you're a
bottom feeder who loves to eat out assholes.  I don't care if you steal
every boyfriend I have until we graduate, because all I will ever feel for
you now is contempt and disgust.

   "Oh, I see you're getting your voice back, whore.  Go ahead.  Say it to
me.  Give me your best shot, you loser."

   "I hate you, Francie," screamed Gigi.  "I may be a bitch, but you're
more cruel and evil and sadistic than I could ever be.  You're mean and
vicious and --." She stopped speaking and burst into loud sobs.

   "What about me being a whale, Gigi?" taunted Francie.  "You can do
better than that, you little thieving whore." She stopped, because Gigi
wasn't responding.  She was sobbing uncontrollably, and her body was
shaking.  She looked like a little girl who had fallen off her bicycle. 
Francie didn't have the heart to go on.  She even felt like going over and
comforting her, which some of the sisters were already doing.

   I've broken her, Francie thought.  She deserved it, but it doesn't give
me any satisfaction.  She found her clothes and put them on quickly and
said goodbye to her friends and went home, where she stood in the shower
for 30 minutes and still felt dirty.

   But the next day, Francie woke up feeling different.  The first thing
she did was throw out all of the junk food in her cabinets and
refrigerator. After a healthy breakfast, she did some homework and then
went to the gym for a strenuous workout.  She felt totally alert in her
afternoon classes, and after dinner with some friends, she realized that
she hadn't eaten much but felt full.

   She noticed over the next few days that without consciously going on a
diet, she was back to her healthy eating habits and feeling good about
herself again.  She even let her friends talk her into going to a women's
basketball game on Friday.  They were on the opposite side from the team
bench, and all of them watched Gigi, who looked strange with her shaved
head.  She played like she was possessed, and they waited to see her body
fly as she provoked the other team to foul her, but this night she didn't,
so the game flowed smoothly up and down the court.

   When Gigi was taken out for a breather, they saw her drinking some water
and looking around.  Then she spotted them.  She stared at them and
squinted to pick out their faces.  Then she began smiling and gave them a
big wave.  They looked at each other in surprise, and they decided to wave
back.  She nodded and seemed happy.

   When she went back in, Francie and her friends were even more surprised.
Every time she made a basket, she pointed a finger at them.  She made a lot
of baskets, and soon the small crowd in the gym were all staring in their
direction.  They decided not to do anything to acknowledge Gigi's gestures
and pretend she was pointing to someone else.  When the game was over, Gigi
crossed the court and looked like she was going to come up to them in the
stands, so they rushed out quickly.  Francie decided she better not go to
another game.

   The next Monday, Gigi showed up for the sorority dinner and meeting. 
Her bald head was starting to sprout a little hair, and it looked
ridiculous.  She didn't say anything and sat in a corner with her friends,
but Francie couldn't help glancing at her a few times.  Each time she did,
she turned her head away quickly, because Gigi was staring at her.  What
was she up to?  Francis thought, and then got angry with herself.  Why
should she care?  She left quickly after the meeting without saying goodbye
to anyone and then got angry with herself for doing that.

   She had just come home from the library the next night when there was a
knock on her door.

   "Who is it?" she said.

   "Gigi," said a voice.

   She wanted to yell at her to go away.  Why?  She wasn't frightened by
her.  It was pathetic that Gigi was still stuck on her petty revenge
schemes.  Whatever she did, Francie didn't care now.  She was no longer the
sniveling, depressed Francie.  She was feeling strong and grounded.  She
had even lost a few pounds without trying.

   "Are you going to let me in?" said Gigi from the door.

   I'm going to kill her with kindness, Francie decided as she went to the
door.  That will really throw her.

   "I'm sorry, Gigi," she said as she opened the door.  Even with her
ridiculous fuzzy hair, Gigi looked darling, thought Francie, but when Gig
smiled, Francie frowned and thought, what an actress!  That smile would
work for most people, but not me.

   "Come on in, Gigi," she said.  "Can I get you anything?"

   "No thanks," said Gigi.  "I'm really sorry to disturb you so late.  I
won't stay long."

   "It's no bother at all," said Francie.  "I was just about to make myself
a cup of herb tea.  Why don't we sit at the kitchen table, and I'll make
you a cup, too.  I think I can find some chocolates that I got as a gift. I
hope they're not stale."

   Gigi didn't say anything as she followed Francie into the kitchen and
sat down.  Out of the corner of her eye, Francie saw that she was watching
her intently as she put the kettle on the stove and searched for the open
box of chocolates.  "Found them," she said, and when she turned around, she
saw Gigi's face in full light for the first time.

   She was shocked to see Gigi's eyes were red, and she was red around the
nose.  Then Gigi drew in her breath sharply and began sobbing.

   "Gigi, what's wrong?" said Francie.  "Let me get you a box of tissues.
Here you are.  Tell me what's wrong." She's good, Francie thought.  I'm
going to be very sympathetic and understanding now.  Without thinking, she
ran her hand over the fuzzy carpet on Gigi's head.

   After she wiped away her tears and blew her nose, Gigi began to talk in
a whimper, then stopped herself and spoke in her normal voice, with just a
hint of weepiness.  "I'm sorry, Francie," she said, "but I know who gave
you those chocolates.  He gave me the same box."

   "I guess Josiah wasn't good for either of us," said Francie, "but that's
not going to keep me from enjoying his chocolates."

   "I don't know," said Gigi.  "He might have had possibilities, but I
ruined him for you.  I'm so sorry."

   "Is that why you're here?" said Francie.  "Apology accepted.  I really
don't think of him at all anymore.  Right now, I'm casting the net, so to
speak, and I think I've spotted a couple of fish that look interesting. 
Would you like to hear about them?"

   "Oh Francie, I would love to," said Gigi.  "It really touches me that
you would confide in me after what I did to you.  I would love to be of
help if I knew them, or maybe I could check them out for you to see if they
are worth your trouble.  But if you don't mind, I came here to talk to you
about something else.  Thanks for the nice cup of tea.

   "I see you couldn't resist running your hand through my hair.  You know,
all the girls and the guys are doing that," she said, "and I hate it, but-

   "Oh, please forgive me," said Francie.  "It was thoughtless--"

   "No," said Gigi.  "I was about to say that I hate it when they do it,
but just now when you did it, I wanted to rub my head against your hand
like a pussycat because it felt so good.  I know I look like an ugly rat,
and I did it to myself, because it was so important for me to win our
catfight.  I didn't want you to pull my hair like I was going to pull
yours. Francie, I have a favor to ask you."

   "Ask away, Gigi," said Francie.  "If I can do it, I will be glad to."

   "What I'd like you to do is sit here with me and listen to me until I
finish talking," said Gigi.  "I'm going to say some things that will be
disturbing to you, but I'd like you to let me finish before you say
anything.  Is that OK?"

   "Of course," said Francie.  "I promise not to interrupt." Here goes, she
thought.

   "First of all, I want you to know that everything I'm going to say is
the truth," said Gigi.  "I'm through lying and cheating.  My coach is upset
that I'm not getting as many free throws anymore, but I told her that I
would quit the team before I went back to being what I used to be.  I don't
expect you to believe I'm telling the truth right away, because if I were
you, I wouldn't trust a word I said.

   "The reason I knocked on your door a few minutes after you came home is
because I've been waiting outside for two hours for you to get here.  I
wanted to talk to you last night to set up a time to get together, but you
left the sorority house before I had a chance.  I couldn't wait another day
for this.

   "On the night of the duel, I didn't really hate you when we started.  I
just thought of you with contempt.  I regretted being the cause of our
catfight, not because I felt anything for you, but because I was thinking I
should have never allowed myself to be provoked by anybody as pathetic as
you and your friends.  I was angry at me more than anything else.

   "I decided to approach the duel as a game that I had to win.  I was cool
and dispassionate.  To win, I had to humiliate you, and I knew I could do
that.  What it meant to you didn't cross my mind.  When the duel started, I
saw that I had quickly destroyed you mentally, so when you made your move,
I was caught off guard.  I was sure you were a lazy, overweight,
self-hating loser, but then you showed me you had guts and courage.

   "I wasn't upset that you used your size and weight against me, because I
get that on the basketball court.  But I wasn't giving up.  I was preparing
to make my move while you were forcing me to eat you.  I'm ashamed to say
that even though it wasn't allowed, I was thinking of biting you where no
one would be able to see me doing it.  Then I could maybe pull some hair
and kick you in the stomach until I had you under control again.

   "But I don't know what came over me.  Maybe it was sinking in that you
chose not to hurt me as much as you could have.  You could easily have sent
me to the hospital, which might have ended my season.  When you got on top
of me, I was sure you were going to do that.

   "All I know is that one second I was getting ready to put you in
tremendous pain, and the next second, I was making love to you.  I didn't
realize it then, but that's what it was.  One second, I was feeling angry
and disgusted about your slimy vagina pushing at my mouth, and the next
second, I was sucking up your juices like they were champagne.  Your thick
hair was making me choke one second, and then a moment later, I was
luxuriating in it and feeling like it was satin caressing my face.  I was
breathing in the smell of you.  I was savoring the taste of you.  I was in
heaven, and I felt so grateful that I wanted to share my pleasure.

   "I'm a quick study, and as I tried different things with my tongue, I
could tell immediately what you were responding to.  As you got more and
more excited, I became even more aroused, and while you were having those
multiple orgasms, I had some of my own.

   "All I wanted to do then was keep on making love to you.  And when you
responded to my begging and went down on me, I felt like you were the queen
of the world, and I wanted nothing more out of life than to serve you.  At
that moment, I totally loved you and hoped maybe there could be something
for me in your heart, too.

   "Then when you forced me to eat out your ass, I went 180 degrees, and
for a while I despised you as much as ever.  I think it wasn't just because
of what you were forcing me to do.  It was because you had destroyed my
fantasy.  I tried to focus once more on how to hurt you.

   "But then it happened again.  I couldn't stop myself.  Despite the
horrible smell in my nose and the disgusting taste in my mouth, I needed to
make my queen love me, and if she wanted me to make love to her anus, then
I would commit myself totally to my degradation. .  "When you climaxed
again while I was eating out your ass, I again became totally delusional. I
was hoping you would notice my devotion and show some feelings for me. 
When you spoke and I realized how much you despised me, I went over the
edge and lashed out at you.

   "Please forgive me for calling you evil and cruel and sadistic.  Those
were descriptions of me, not you.  I knew I didn't mean those words even
while I said them.  I was just so frustrated.  I know that I had created
everything bad that happened that night, and you were the one who chose not
to hurt me when nobody would have blamed you.  And then you briefly
returned my love, although I know you didn't think of it that way.

   "I tried to put you out of my mind, but after a couple of days, I had to
face the truth.  I'm totally in love with you.  I know that sounds bizarre,
but the more rational I became and the more I thought about you and the
person that you are and the way you treat people and even the things that I
forced Josiah to tell me about you, the more it added up.  To me, you are
the most beautiful woman in the world.

   "And I mean that literally, too.  What I said about your body was a lie.
You don't need to lose weight, Francie.  Even though I tried to make you
feel ugly, you have the body I would die to have, because you can carry any
weight, and you never stop looking beautiful.  I made fun of your breasts
because they are amazing, and I'm jealous.  I wish I could smother my face
in them right now and suck them like a baby.

   "I don't care if you gain 50 pounds -- no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
said that, don't get upset -- but whatever you do with your body, you will
still be the most beautiful person in the world to me.  I love every ounce
of your body, every follicle of your hair on your head and between your
legs, every drop of delicious juice inside that beautiful vagina.  And I
love your mind, and I love your soul.

   "At first, I thought maybe I really was a lesbian.  But I finally
decided I wasn't, because only boys turn me on, except for one special
woman that I will love always, in addition to my husband and my children.

   "Right now, I'm sure you're feeling nothing but disgust for me and are
wishing I would leave as soon as possible so you can call and tell your
friends about how pathetic I am.  No, no, don't say anything yet.  I'm not
done."

   "I'm sorry, Gigi," said Francie.  "I know I said I wouldn't interrupt,
but when you start talking like that, it makes me think of how I was
talking to myself a few weeks ago, and I can't let you go on.  I swear I
will never tell anyone about our conversation tonight.

   "Of course you won't, Francie," said Gigi.  "I just insulted you again.
I'm so sorry.  And I'm sorry if you're insulted by what I'm going to tell
you right now, but I decided that if there was any chance, no matter how
slim, I had to take it.  So I'm prepared to pay for what I did to you."

   "What are you talking about?" said Francie.

   "Please, no more interruptions, Francie," said Gigi.  "You won the duel,
but that was about your friends insulting me.  I never paid for what I did
to you with Josiah.  I have to square our debts.  If you want, I'll let you
fist me in the ass in front of all the sisters and their videos."

   "You can't be serious," said Francie.

   "Oh yes, I'm serious," said Gigi.  "I know you'll be careful not to hurt
me too badly.  If you are uncomfortable with me submitting willingly, we
can have another duel, and I can pretend to resist you.  But I've got to
pay."

   "Why?" said Francie.

   "Because I can't force you to return my love, but I have to try to win
it.  And I don't have a chance unless I let you work out the anger and
hatred toward me in your heart.  I'm hoping maybe you won't hate me so much
afterward and might even think about forgiving me.  And then maybe you'll
be open a little bit to being my friend.  And then --"

   "Shut up, Gigi!" said Francie.  "Stop right there.  I'm sorry, but we're
never going to be lovers.  I did get a strange thrill when we 69ed in front
of all the girls, and I've even thought about it afterward, wondering what
got into me.  But I'm sorry.  I don't think I can ever return the affection
you're talking about.

   "As for forgiveness, I believe you've made two good steps so far. 
You're sorry for what you did, and you've asked to be forgiven.  Now you
have to earn it.  You're right.  I can't suddenly begin trusting what you
say, although your words have stirred me.

   "I have to see how you'll be acting from now on, and not just toward me.
I liked some of the things about the old Gigi, but I disliked most of them.
I have to see how I feel about the new Gigi that you are claiming to be.

   "If she's who you say she is, I can't see any reason why we couldn't be
friends.  I don't care what my other friends say.  If you are really a new
Gigi, eventually, they'll like you, too.  It takes a long time for a friend
to become so close that I love them, but maybe someday -

   "Oh, Francie," said Gigi and she burst into tears.

   "I'm not saying that ever will happen.  But if we ever become close, I
would love you like I love all my close friends.  But we can never be as
close as you say you want to be.  I hope you understand that.

   "Or maybe the best thing for both of us would be to stay away from each
other.  If you are going to act like a lovesick teenager around me, people
will make fun of you, and I don't want to watch their cruelty.

   "You are a girl who always gets what she wants.  That's why you're such
a good guard on the team.  That's why you can get any man you want.  But if
you really want to be my friend, you need to promise me right now that you
will give up any idea of ever getting me into bed."

   She looked at Gigi, and Gigi was beaming.  She looked angelic, but there
was a twinkle in her eye.  Why she thinks she's gotten what she wants,
thought Francie.  What a fool I am!  Why am I being so kind to her now,
when I despised her an hour ago?

   "I promise," said Gigi, "but am I allowed to hope?"

   "Hope all you want," said Francie, "as long as you never say anything or
do anything."

   "What if your husband doesn't mind you having lesbian sex every once in
a while?" said Gigi.

   "What?" said Francie.  "You're nuts."

   "What if we let him watch, or if my husband doesn't mind if I have a
three-way with you and your husband every once in a while?" said Gigi.

   "Shut up, you silly goose," said Francie, getting up and pulling Gigi
out of her chair.  "You need to go home right now." She leaned over the
small girl and gave her a kiss on the mouth.  Gigi seemed surprised, but
she immediately stuck her tongue halfway down Francie's throat, and when
Francie pulled away quickly, Gigi's face had a big grin.

   Now why did I do that?  Francie thought.  I meant to kiss her on the
cheek.

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