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Avon Calling (FF, Sexfight)
by Rino (rino149@yahoo.com)
(3 chapters) 


***


Avon Calling (Part One)

Mary Harper pulled into the driveway of the Scranton
place.  She worked the column shift, trying to slip it
into neutral before setting the parking brake.  The
gears on the '49 Buick ground a bit.  Mary winced. 
She couldn't afford to have anything happen to her
family's only transportation.

It was a warm spring day in 1956, and Mary was out
trying to make some money.  Her husband was laid up on
half-time wages after an accident down at the plant. 
It would be at least a month before he could get back
to work.  Jim had been upset when Mary proposed trying
to earn a little money selling cosmetics, but a quick
review of the bank balance persuaded him that it was
necessary.  They had two hungry toddlers at home, and
a mortgage.  The money Mary could earn peddling Avon
would definitely help.

So here was Mary, a pretty young housewife with short
brown hair in soft curls.  She was dressed in a light
blue skirt and matching jacket, with a long-sleeved
white blouse.  She was slender, and she took a little
bit of wicked delight in wearing a garter belt to hold
up her sheer stockings instead of a panty girdle.  Her
feet were encased in black high heel pumps.  She wore
a necklace of cultured pearls and simple gold-plated
earrings.  Her hazel eyes were wide under carefully
plucked brows.

She opened the heavy door on the car and moved her
legs to the side, keeping the knees together.  She got
out of the car and turned around to retrieve her
sample case, scuffed pocketbook, and order forms.  The
sample case was heavy, and she shifted the strap to
her shoulder.  There was something new in the case,
something she thought would help cinch some sales.

Thus burdened, she walked up the neatly trimmed
walkway to the front door of the Scranton house.  The
home was a traditional two-story house, much larger
than the two-bedroom place that Mary and Jim shared. 
The yard was professionally landscaped.  "Well," she
thought, "when you're husband is vice-president at the
factory, you can afford something like this."

Carol Scranton was the richest woman that Mary knew. 
When she telephoned to set up a visit, Mary had been
nervous.  Carol had a reputation as a vicious harridan
who could slice you up in the weekly teas she had with
other feminine movers and shakers in the area.  But it
was the money that drew Mary in.  A good sale here
would put food on the table.

She rang the doorbell.  A moment later, the door swung
open, revealing Carol Scranton.  She was a tall woman,
impressively shaped, with hair of purest platinum
gathered up in a tight wave and secured behind her
head.  She wore a tight black dress over sheer
stockings, and her feet were housed in expensive
spike-heeled pumps that matched her dress.   The dress
was long-sleeved, and an expensive diamond bracelet
enclosed the wrist of the hand she now extended to
Mary.

"Mary, come in, my dear!" she said in honeyed tones. 
"And don't you look all dressed up today.  So very
pretty."  Carol's sharp blue eyes glittered, and the
tip of her pink tongue could be seen gleaming wetly
between her plump painted lips as she spoke.

Mary said quietly, "Thank you, Mrs. Scranton.  It's
nice of you to see me."  She stepped into the foyer as
Carol closed the door behind them.

"Oh, no, Mary!" Carol said brightly.  "Let's not stand
on ceremony here, my dear.  Please, my name is Carol."
 

"Well, all right, Carol."  Mary realized that the
shield of formality could not be used in the face of
such open apparent friendliness.  She wondered if her
judgements about Carol Scranton were mere prejudices,
the product of gossip and envy.  But still...she felt it
was wise to be wary.

Carol led the way into the living room, her hips
swaying in the tight dress.  Mary, walking behind her,
noticed that her rear end was not encased in a panty
girdle.  Carol was indeed a voluptuous woman, quite
provocatively shaped for someone in her mid to late
thirties.  Even discounting the torpedo bras of the
time, Carol had a massive bosom.

They entered the quiet, well-furnished living room. 
The furniture was contemporary, low, and sleek.  A
current combination stereo/hi-fi/color console
dominated one wall.  Several abstract paintings (all
originals, as far as Mary could tell) were arranged on
the walls.  An oil painting of the Scranton clan was
over the fireplace, showing Carol, looking demure for
a change, her graying husband, and Carol's teen-aged
son, safely ensconced now in prep school.

A sterling silver tea service was on the low coffee
table.  Carol indicated with a slight movement of her
hand for Mary to sit down.  Mary did so, putting her
bag and sample case on the beige carpet beside her
low-back chair.  Carol sat down on the turquoise sofa,
and made a slight show of tugging the hem of her dress
down to her knees.  She didn't quite make it.  Mary
caught a glimpse of white panties and the pink flesh
of Carol's firm thighs.

"So, Mary, how is your husband doing?"

Mary paused for a second, gathering her thoughts. 
"Well, the doctors tell us he should be able to start
working again in a month.  It depends on how well the
fractures heal.  Thank you for asking."

Carol said, "Well, that's good.  I'm certain you would
love to get back to your house and take care of
children.  Tea?"

"Yes, thank you."

Carol poured the tea into the delicate porcelain cups.
 Mary took the little spoon and added a lump of sugar
and stirred it.  She took the first tentative sip and
murmured, "That's quite good."

Carol smiled, a closed-lip smile of slight
superiority.  "Why, thank you, my dear.  The secret is
choosing the right tea and keeping things scrupulously
clean.  You certainly couldn't just use the Lipton tea
bags from the old A & P, could you?"

Mary felt a brief current of unease flash through her.
 She shopped at the A & P, as did most of the families
in the neighborhood, and she thought there was nothing
wrong with Lipton tea.  But she smiled and nodded.

"So what's new with Avon these days?  Anything
exciting?"

Mary put down the teacup and reached for the sample
case.  She opened it and pulled out a few golden tubes
of lipstick and various other cosmetics.  She launched
into her spiel.

"Just this month, Avon has these new shades of
lipstick.  It seems that paler colors are the coming
thing, and these lipsticks match the colors being seen
in Paris and London."

Carol frowned, pursing her lips.  "I prefer more
vibrant colors."

"Well, we still do have those bold shades, plus a few
more.  We also have some new foundations, and a
longer-lasting mascara."  As she spoke, Mary pulled
items out of the sample case and laid them on the
table.

Carol put her teacup down and leaned forward,
thrusting her impressive breasts frontward.  The black
dress had a scoop neckline, and a slice of cleavage
became well-defined as the breasts became compressed. 
She idly picked up some of the lipsticks, then put
them down.

She looked up at Mary, and said, "Isn't there anything
that's suited for a women of my tastes?  I mean, I'm
not some stay-at-home housewife with couple of brats
hanging around her ankles.  I have social obligations
to attend to."

Mary bridled inwardly.  This snotty bitch was going to
be difficult.  Easy, she told herself.  This is a
customer.  Easy.

Mary smiled, but her eyes were neutral.  "Avon does a
have a line of more expensive cosmetics, including
some colognes that have been well received.  I don't
have them here, but this catalog has a detailed
description of everything, and I would be happy to get
some samples from the main office."

Carol made a dismissing gesture with her hands.  "Oh,
I could always go into Manhattan and check the latest
perfumes.  I guess you don't get much of a chance to
do that, do you?"

Mary said evenly, "No, I guess I don't."

Carol said, "You know, I just thought of something you
should know.  My husband's firm is looking at
purchasing that company where your husband works."

Mary nodded.  She knew that the factory where Jim
worked was ailing financially.  But Jim was a skilled
tool and die man, and he felt confident that there
would always be a place for him there, no matter who
owned it.

Carol said, "It looks pretty definite.  You know, the
right word from me could mean things for you and your
husband.  It could mean big things."

Mary was instantly wary.  What was going on here? 
"I'm not exactly sure what you're getting at, Carol."

"I've had my eye on you, Mary," Carol said.  "For a
while now, I've had my eye on you and some of the
other women in this neighborhood."  Carol looked
steadily at Mary, her eyes a bit hooded.

What was that look?  It was a challenging stare, and
perhaps a bit dangerous.  Mary felt herself on very
thin ice.  The implication was that the wrong word
from Carol could do serious damage to her family.

Carol leaned back.  She said, "I went to college at
Smith.  It's a girl's school.  A marvelous education,
in many ways."  She closed her eyes, and briefly
licked her lips with a tiny pink tongue.  "I learned
many things there, and I developed some, shall we say,
avant-garde tastes."

Mary matched Carol's posture.  She leaned back in her
chair and said, "I presume you're not talking about
cosmetics.  Or music.  Or books."

Carol laughed.  "Oh, you might say that the area was
sports."

"I see."  Mary started taking the samples off the
table and putting them back in the case.  She finished
that, and said, in a frigid tone, "I think we're done
here, Mrs. Scranton.  I don't care where you went to
school, or what you learned there, or what your
husband buys.  I particularly don't care about
whatever perversions you cooked up with other snooty
bitches at Smith."

She delivered the last in a deadly monotone, as Carol
sat on her expensive sofa and listened, an enigmatic
half-smile on her face.  She then stood up and said
softly, "Oh well, my dear, just forget it, then.  No
harm done.  Here, let me see you out."

Mary nodded.  Carol led the way slowly, and Mary
followed, a couple of steps behind.  As they got to
the front door, Carol paused, her hand on the
doorknob.

Mary waited, her face wooden.  Inside she was
seething.  How dare this rich bitch try something like
this?  How could she try this perverse seduction, when
here she was trying to put food on her table?

Carol said, in stinging harsh tones,  "You know, you
are a silly excuse for a woman, going out in that
pathetic old car, dressed in what you laughingly call
your finest, peddling your cheap cosmetics
door-to-door.  Just so you can get another pound or
two of hamburger to feed your broken man and your
squalling brats."

Mary gasped, "You goddamn bitch!  How dare you?  I
ought to...ought to...."  She had half-raised her hand."

"Ought to what?  Do you think you can fight me?  You
are a pitiful little girl.  Go ahead!  You don't have
the guts!  The woman hasn't been born that can beat
me!  Go ahead, you little bitch!"

Mary dropped her sample case on the floor, followed by
her pocketbook.  She stood there a second, mouth open
in shock.  Anger surged through her, anger accompanied
by a dangerous emotion she dared not name. 

She yelled, "Oh, FUCK YOU!" and suddenly her hands
were tangled in Carol's fine platinum hair, pulling it
sharply.  She twisted her away from the door.

Carol screamed back, "OH, YEAH!  I'M GOING TO HURT
YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT!"  Carol's hands struck forward
and entangled themselves in Mary's brown curls, and
the women started screaming incoherent snatches of
venom.

They tumbled to the carpeted floor like female
wildcats, Carol falling on top of Mary.  The fight was
on.

***

Avon Calling (Part Two)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until now.

***

Avon Calling (Part Three)

Carol continued her rough fingering of Mary's pussy. 
Mary started to vocalize as the twisting fingers
probed her sex.  She was, despite herself, becoming
aroused.

"Uh...ohh...bitch....fucking bitch!"

Carol moved her face close Mary's.  She stared
intently down at Mary's wide eyes, which started to
swim a bit.  She said, in low tones, "Got a
proposition for you, Mistress Mary...quite contrary. 
Got a dirty little deal for you."

Mary grunted, tried ineffectually to move Carol off of
her.  She was starting to move her hips involuntarily,
her body betraying itself.

"W-what are y-you talking about... ," she stuttered.  

"You know what's going on here," Carol husked.  "Do it
with me...sexfight...my cunt against yours.  First to come
loses.  If I lose, I'll write you a check for
$200.00."

The mention of the money penetrated the haze that the
aggressive finger-fucking induced.  She stared at
Carol.  "And if I l-l-lose..."

"Then you will answer to me.  You'll be my pet and my
slave, three mornings a week for the next month.  And,
oh, the things you will do for me..."

"Sick perverted cunt!  Fuck you!"

Carol quickly leaned her face in and kissed Mary, a
bruising painful rub.  She nipped the lips a bit with
her teeth as Mary pulled her face away.

"Is that a no?"  Carol leaned her arm down across
Mary's chest, and pulled the crotch of her panties
down.  She stuck two fingers up Mary's wet vagina."

Mary took all of two seconds.  "No, goddamn you!  I'll
do it.  But you'll fucking well write the check
first?"

Carol looked down, stuck the fingers up to the root
and held them there.  Mary gasped.

Carol slowly pulled the slick fingers out of Mary's
cunt.  She sniffed them, then licked them.

"Okay.  Get back into the bedroom and strip.  I'll
make out the check."  She held the fingers coated with
Mary's secretions under Mary's nose for a second. 
Then she placed both her hands on Mary's breasts and
pushed herself upwards.  Mary grunted from the sudden
flattening of her breasts.

Mary got to her feet, tottering a bit on the high
heels.  She saw Carol disappear into another room off
the living room.  She unsteadily walked back to the
foyer, got her heavy bag, and proceeded down the dim
hallway to the master bedroom.  Inside she put the bag
down by the door.  She kicked off her high heels, then
slowly, methodically, began to undress.

She took off her jacket.  Why am I doing this?

She pulled her blouse up from her skirt, and began to
unbutton it.  For the money!

She finished unbuttoning the blouse and pulled it off,
dropping it on the floor.  But what if I lose?  I
could easily lose, despite the tricks I learned from
that beatnik girl.

The skirt was next.  She undid the catch, then pushed
it down past her hips to drop in a shapeless heap
about her stocking feet.  Oh, God!  Two hundred
dollars!  That would feed us for more than a month!

She reached behind her and unhooked her plain white
bra.  She slipped the shoulder straps down and pulled
it away from her chest.  Her medium size breasts
bounced a bit as they were freed, the pink nipples
hardening in the sudden coolness.  Oh, Christ, I want
this to happen!  I want to beat her. I want to make
her pay!  I'll fuck her up!

She unhooked the snaps from her stockings, then peeled
them down her legs.  She pushed the garter belt down
just as Carol came back into the room.  She was
holding a check printed on green paper.

Carol looked at Mary, naked except for the plain white
cotton briefs.  Her eyes glittered at the thought of
the sexfight to occur.  

"Oh, don't you just look luscious, darling!  We're
going to have a party, aren't we, sweetie?"

Mary decided it would be best to appear submissive and
downcast.  Get her to underestimate me, she thought.  

"Whatever you say..."

Carol said, "Oh, don't look so bedraggled, my poor
little slave.  I won't hurt you...much."

Carol hummed to herself as she undid the zipper at the
back of her dress and pulled the long sleeves off. 
After the dress came off her top, she let it rest on
her hips while she undid the bra that encased her
large breasts.  They bounced down a bit, and the large
brownish nipples stiffened.  They were surrounded by
two-inch areolae, a bulls-eye in a blue-veined fleshy
globe.

Mary watched while Carol pushed her dress down past
her hips to puddle about her feet.  Carol then slipped
off her high-heels and unsnapped her stockings.  They
were expertly rolled down and now Carol was dressed in
panties only, just as Mary was.

Each woman kept a steady gaze on the other as they
deliberately pushed their panties down their legs and
then stood up before each, egg-naked.

Mary's bush was soft and light brown and untrimmed. 
It was thick, but the lips were visible because
Carol's earlier finger-fucking had spread them apart. 


Carol's pubic thatch was a rough dirty-blonde, clipped
short to reveal the plump labia and the moist cleft. 
She had a large clitoris, the shaft easily two inches
long, with a pink head that stuck out a quarter-inch.

The two women regarded each for other for perhaps a
minute.  Mary was estimating her opponent.  Carol had
twenty pounds on her, but she was a couple of inches
taller than the platinum vixen.  It would be a
question of weight versus leverage.

The bedroom had a large queen-size bed with a dark
maple headboard.  The room was fairly large, with
ample light coming in through a large window in the
wall opposite the door.  Matching maple dressers and
nightstands completed the furnishings.  A door on
Mary's left led the bathroom.  

Mary caught a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror
over the dresser.  She saw a unguarded woman with a
stone face, crouching slightly, waiting for an
opportunity.  She saw that Carol was on the balls of
her feet, breasts swaying as she moved slightly.

Mary felt an anticipatory buzz.  She recognized the
feeling from her past battles with the dark-haired
lesbian beatnik, the knowledge that she would soon pit
her body and skills against another woman, to beat her
physically and sexually.  

Carol took a step closer.  Mary matched her.  Their
arms stretched out, fingers moving in clawing motions.

With a sharp cry, Mary leapt forward.  Her hands found
purchase on Carol's upper arms.  Carol was taken by
surprise.  She stumbled backwards, and her legs hit
the foot of her bed.  Mary pressed the advantage,
pushing forward with her strong legs.

Carol found herself with her back on the plain thin
bedspread, and Mary leaned forward.  Carol pushed back
with her arms.  Mary suddenly lifted her knee, pushing
it in-between Carol's legs.

The knee hit Carol's crotch squarely, smacking the
labial tissue and catching the sensitive clitoris. 
Carol screamed.  She grabbed Mary's forearms and
twisted to the left.  Yelping, Mary found herself
beside Carol on the bed, both women facing each other
on their side.

Mary pushed herself further back on the bed, hands
still digging into Carol's arms.  Carol followed and
both women were solidly on the bed now, the covers
wrinkled from the chaotic movement.

Mary tried to use the leverage of her longer arms and
legs to swing over on top of Carol.  Carol, still
stinging from the impact of Mary's knee to her pussy,
groaned and pushed strongly with her arms.

They remained at impasse for nearly thirty seconds,
Mary trying to raise herself over Carol, and Carol
pushing back.  Their eyes were wide and they panted
with effort.  Sweat broke out on both of their faces. 
They made whimpering sounds as their exertion
continued.

Mary's legs had spread apart with her movements, and
Carol saw an opportunity.  She raised her left thigh
sharply.  

"Ooooffff!" Mary cried, as the meaty flesh of Carol's
thigh slammed into her crotch.  But instead of Carol
pulling back and hitting it again, she started to move
her leg up and down.  The smooth skin rubbed along
Mary's pussy, and she felt the beginnings of arousal. 
The bodily memory of Carol's earlier finger assault
came back, and her traitorous genitals responded.  In
no time at all, moisture started to seep from her slit
and lubricate the muscular flesh of Carol's leg.  Mary
felt the labia swell and her clitoris lengthen. 

"I'll win it any way I can, Mistress Mary," Carol
breathed.  "I'll fuck you up or I'll fuck you down,
but I'll fuck you for sure."

Mary said, "No fucking way!" and released Carol's
arms.  She flung herself back.

Carol triumphantly cackled.  "Oh, I've got you now. 
You are such a hot slut that you'll come from a harsh
look, won't you?  You want this, you sad little bitch.
 You want me to win, because you know I'm your
better!"  

Carol sat up quickly launched herself on top of Mary,
who was on her back, trying to raise herself up on one
arm.  The blonde woman's voluptuous body crashed on
Mary's, and Mary found her head hanging off the foot
of the bed as Carol quickly positioned herself.

Carol went for much the same position she had in the
living room. She held her left arm across Mary's
chest, hand splayed across Mary's right breast.  Her
right leg kept Mary's legs spread apart, and she
vigorously started to finger-fuck Mary's vagina with
her right hand.

Mary felt helpless under the greater weight of her
opponent.  She tried to lift her upper body, raising
her head.  Carol crooned in her ear, "...oh, it won't be
long now, sweetie...I've got my fingers up your cunt,
and, ohhhh, it's sooo wet and hot....oh what do we have
here? ...it's Mistress Mary's little clit...how do you
like =this=...and =this=...just relax and let it happen...oh
you are such a hot slutty cunt..."

Carol twisted her two fingers in and out of Mary's
vagina, which was pumping a copious stream of sexual
fluids, slick and hot, around Carol's expert fingers. 
Carol worked the digits around and up, pressing on the
anterior wall of the vaginal interior.

"Ohh....Ah...JESUS!...UHHGGHH!" Mary panted, her hips now
swiveling with the violent fingering.  

Tears escaped Mary's closed eyes.  Her body was
betraying her.  Her cunt had a mind of its own,
knowing only the rough raw ecstatic beat of oncoming
orgasm.  Mary saw herself, knew she was close...knew it
was going to happen....

"No...NO!" she shouted.  "I won't fucking lose to you,
you goddamn bitch!"

Ignoring the mounting climax in her lower body, she
grabbed Carol's fine platinum hair with her right
fist.  She dug her fingers in and yanked her head back
as Mary brought her own head quickly forward.

Mary's forehead crashed into Carol's chin.  Carol had
had her mouth slightly apart and her wet tongue
extended.  The impact caused her mouth to snap shut
and her teeth to clamp painfully down on her tongue.

"Owwww!" she yelled, and a spurt of blood escaped her
mouth and the ragged laceration she had just bitten
into her tongue.  She forgot all about Mary for a
second.  

Much to her forthcoming sorrow.

Mary worked an arm under Carol's neck and pushed.  She
also scooted backwards, propelled by her feet on the
bed.  She held onto Mary's hair with her hand as she
fell onto the floor.  Carol had no choice but to go
along with her or lose a handful of hair.

With a shot of adrenaline, she pulled Carol down onto
the floor and flung her on her back.  Mary grabbed
Carol's ankles and spread them apart like splitting a
wishbone on a chicken.  Carol's legs were opened wide,
her pussy lips opening like a door to reveal a pink
dark hole and a shiny pearl.

Carol had been stunned by the sudden turn of events. 
Her impact on the floor had knocked the breath out of
her, and she was powerless to do anything.  Her tongue
ached and she tasted the salty heat of her own blood.

Mary shouted, "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, YOU SLIMY CUNT!"

She jumped forward and landed on top of Carol. 
Carol's breasts mushroomed out as Mary's firmer globes
flattened them.  Mary's stiff little nipples poked the
tender breast flesh.  But it was what Mary did with
her legs that really counted.  Something that she had
learned from the lusty catfighting lesbian in
Greenwich Village.

She hooked her legs around Carol's and had her locked
in a grapevine pin.  The hold was perfect.  Mary fixed
her lower legs and ankles around Carol's and pressed
down.  Carol could not break the hold...any attempt to
do so caused acute pain in the legs.

Mary started to fuck Carol.  She pushed her hips
forward, buttocks contracting with effort.  Mary's
hairy swollen pussy hit Carol's.  Carol's labia spread
apart, and the long stiff shaft of her clitoris came
into direct contact with Mary's clit.  

The direct clit-to-clit contact had its affect on both
women.  Carol twisted her head back and yelled in rage
and frustration...and sexual heat.  She found her pussy
instantly wet and throbbing.  

Mary fought her own battle with her sensations.  I
will do this, she thought.  I will fuck her and she
will come first...I will beat this bitch...I will win!

Mary started a slow deliberate fucking.  The hips
would rise and descend, and her cunt would hit
Carol's, and she would feel the rough trimmed hairs of
Carol's pussy tangle with her own lush growth.  She
would feel the hot swollen tissue rub together as she
ground her cunt into Carol's sex.  She would feel her
stiff clitoris slid along Carol's, the heads bumping
together and sending sparks of wanton lust along her
torso.

All along, she kept the grapevine pin, and Carol was
helpless to do anything.  Mary looked down, saw
Carol's eyes starting to glaze over with the oncoming
orgasm.  A trickle of blood from the damaged tongue
ran from one corner of her mouth.

Mary move her face down, the lips coming close to
Carol's.  She increased the tempo of her hips and said
quietly, "Oh, I'm going to kiss you now, my blonde
bitch...I'm going to kiss you and stick my tongue in
your mouth while you come..."

Carol felt Mary's mouth plaster onto hers and Mary's
hot stabbing tongue invade her mouth.  This was the
final assault.  Mary slammed her hips down and held
them there, swiveling the pelvis and abrading her
cunt.  The clits found each other and tangled, and
Mary tasted Carol's blood.

Carol screamed into Mary's open mouth as the orgasm
took her.  Carol's arms found themselves embracing
Mary.  Her cunt spilled a stream of fluid as shocks
and explosions rippled through her.

Mary lifted her head to look in Carol's wild eyes as
she came.  She saw the wild lust and the sudden pain
in Carol's eyes as her turncoat body released itself
in wanton animalistic climax.  Carol's hips bucked
upwards from the floor as the orgasm shook her, and
her cries of lust became cries of humiliation.

Mary looked down.  One more thing to do.  She sat up
quickly, straddling Carol's shaking body.  Her large
bag was just within arm's reach.  She took it and
reached in and pulled out the heavy instrument.

A few deft motions were all it took.  She positioned
the device so it would only hit what it was aimed at.

Mary then moved her hips forward, walking on her knees
until her cunt rested against Carol's chin.  

"Lick me, you bitch!  Eat me until I come."  To
emphasize her words, she reached down with her left
hand, and twisted an ear.

"OWWW!...oh, GOD....OH!"

Carol knew she was whipped.  With her eyes still
closed and leaking tears, she moved her face a bit
forward, and started to energetically lick Mary's
pussy.

Mary through her head back and whooped with delight. 
As Carol ate her out, she adjusted the position of the
instrument in her right hand.

It was close.  Mary wanted to trigger the device when
she came.  She slid her hips back and forth, smearing
her wet cunt over Carol's chin and lips.  

Close...closer.

"Now!  Stick you're tongue up my cunt!"

Carol did so, extending the pink tongue out and up.
Mary felt it penetrate her vagina.  She howled.  

Now.

As the orgasm hit Mary, she triggered the switch on
the Polaroid.  There was a flash and the camera
captured Carol's face with her tongue diligently
servicing Mary.

Mary laid the camera on the floor and let the sheer
libidinous pleasure of the climax wash over her.  She
sat on Carol's face, releasing a deluge of climactic
juices into the blonde's mouth.  Her hips shook with
release and she yipped with sheer delight.

Her orgasm complete, Mary moved her hips dreamily,
smearing the slick fluids onto Carol's face.  She then
looked down at her defeated foe.  "Bitch," she said.  

She got up.  Carol rolled on her side and hid her face
in her hands.  She looked pathetic, Mary thought.

It had been the right amount of time.  Mary picked up
the camera and pulled the tab.  The exposed film was
pulled out.  She waited the full minute, looking down
at Carol.   She then peeled apart the picture.  She
tossed the negative on the floor.  She looked at the
positive.  She grinned.

She stooped down on the carpet beside Carol.  She took
Carol's shoulder and pulled her onto her back.  Carol
brought her hands down from her face, revealing tear
streaks and ruined mascara.

Mary waved the picture in front of Carol's face. 
Carol saw the evidence of her humiliation, in the
small black and white picture.  There was her face,
her tongue up Mary's vagina.  Quite recognizeable.

Mary said, "Just so we understand each other.  I take
this, and the check.  I ever hear anything about this
again, from anywhere, copies of this will go where
they'll do the most good.  Like your husband's
partners.  You'll be ruined.  Get me?"

Carol nodded.  She then turned her head away again.

Mary found her clothes and quickly got dressed.  In a
few minutes, she was ready to go.  

She left Carol Scranton in her bedroom, naked,
humbled, and bruised.  

As she drove away, Mary decided to quit selling Avon. 
Everything after this would be anti-climatic.


THE END

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