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Catfight
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Two sorority sisters have a very public showdown over 
a man that one "stole" from the other. (FF, bi, huml, 
v)

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Two guys this week, you lying slime."

"They told you I said that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it hit her. Gigi was pushing for Francie to do 
for her what she was doing for Francie. She wanted a 
69. When Francie understood, without thinking, she 
bent forward. Gigi's legs were wide apart, and her 
vagina was open and juicy. Francie began licking 
around it and then inside of it. For a few moments, 
all was silent, and then Francie came another few 
times.

She made some sounds but didn't lift her head off 
Gigi's vagina.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ooooh, Gigi, what in the world?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who is it?" she said.

"Gigi," said a voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I see you couldn't resist running your hand through 
my hair. You know,

all the girls and the guys are doing that," she said, 
"and I hate it, but-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you talking about?" said Francie.

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

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

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

"Why?" said Francie.

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

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

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

"I have to see how you'll be acting from now on, and 
not just toward me.

I liked some of the things about the old Gigi, but I 
disliked most of them.

I have to see how I feel about the new Gigi that you 
are claiming to be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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