Looking for stories

[SJ1989]

Hi,

I'm looking for 2 stories.

Story 1:
It is about 2 female teachers who have large bushes and one evening find themselves alone in a school. They sight each other's pussies after a wrestling match and decide to find out whose bush is superior. They glue up their bushes and engage in a viscious tug of war.

Story 2:

It's about 2 corporate rivals who are in a board meeting sitting opposite eachother. Bored of the proceedings they glance at eachother and decide to have a contest under the table and start stroking each other's pussies with their toes and feet until one couldn't handle it.

Thanks!

[gmenn]

Story 2


CORPORATE DECISION

A corporate catfight
Update: 20/02/1998 to misc3

Sheri Anne Miller was the very picture of the successful American
business woman. At the age of 29, she had worked her way up the
corporate ladder to the position of head sales manager for the firm of
Harcourt and Johnson Inc. Only a few people knew the truth, that she
had lied, cheated, and fucked every obstacle in her path. Beaneath the
long blonde hair and the pixie smile lurked the heart of a predator. A
vicious animal who would let nothing stand between her and what she
wanted, and right now what she wanted most was to be appointed the first
female VP the company had every had.

Harcourt and Johnson was an old and conservative company run by an old
and conservative man, Thornton Wilbur Harcourt IV, great-grandson of
one of the company founders. Normally a person of Ms. Miller's age,
(and a woman yet), could wait a hundred years and never be appointed to
a vice-president's post, but times where changing. The board of
directors wanted to bring the company into the future. One way to do
this was to give women more voice in the day to day decisions, so word
had come down from on high, that Thornton Harcourt was to appoint a
female to the position of vice-president. Everything would have been
perfect except for one problem, there was one other possible candidate
for the job.

Her name was Gail Meridith Smith. Like Sheri she was a fast corporate
climber and would do whatever it took to get ahead. At 31, she was
the youngest manager that central purchasing had ever had. Her long
dark brown hair and startling blue eyes where both assets she used to
full advantage. All told, the two women had a great deal in common and
therefore, hated each other totally. On more than one occasion a
chance encounter in the ladies washroom had led to name calling and
threats. At least twice they had actually come to grips, clinching
their bodies together and staggering back and forth across the washroom
floor, pulling hair and ripping clothes, nevertheless, the final
showdown never came. The truth was they didn't dare to actually fight
it out.

Sheri was confident she could take her Gail in a catfight, but not
for free. There were bound to be some ugly scratchs and dark bruises
that neither woman could coverup or explain away. Word would get out
about the fight and staunch old Harcourt would never promote a woman who
was catfighting her rivals in the company restroom. So Sheri just
bidded her time, waiting for some chance to humilate or disgrace her
rival and Gail did the same.

The showdown came on a late Friday afternoon. Harcourt insisted on
holding a manager's meeting every Friday after lunch. While Harcourt
held counsel with the VPs at the top of the table, all the department
heads sat around the bottom, waiting to answer questions should the need
arrive. The table was very long, but not very wide. The personnel
department thought the narrow table gave the meeting a friendly air,
but all it really did was shove Gail in Sheri's face every Friday
afternoon. The highly ordered seating arrangment left them face to face
at the very end of the table.

As usual Harcourt was droning on about one boring subject or
another while the two rivals exchanged baleful glances over the tops of
the folders open in front of them. Today's meeting had already run on
for two hours and showed no signs of ending soon. The room was
unconfortably warm and Sheri's left leg was falling asleep. As she
uncrossed her legs, she accidently brushed one of Gail's legs under the
table. Irritated by the contact, she pulled away only to feel Gail
reach out and deliberately push her with one foot about a minute later.
Irritated again, Sheri pushed back and thus it began. The two women
began pushing against each other with their legs, under the table.
Meanwhile, the meeting continued along with no one else the wiser.

Soon they slipped off their shoes and began to leg wrestle, locking
their legs over and around each other. Both women were wearing
pantyhose that day and the nylons slipped and slid as they intertwined
their legs and began squeezing and squirming. As the two fought, they
slipped lower and lower in their seats. This made their skirts ride up
higher and higher on their thighs freeing more and more leg for the fray
below. At this point there was no point in denying the obvious, Sheri
and Gail were fighting. The long held hostility between these women
could no longer be restrained. As the company bigwigs continued
their conference at the top of the table, the two female managers were
fighting it out a the bottom of the table. Unknown to anyone else in
the room, the two women were locked together in brutal combat. Thigh
to thigh, with their legs crossed and recrossed the two women strained
against each other in a vicious contest of strength and stamina. The
only sound was the ocassional whisper of rubbing nylon as they wiggled
and squirmed in each other's grip.

After a time, Sheri noticed a warmth on her right knee. Soon she
realized her knee was wedged tightly into her rival's crotch. This gave
Sheri a wicked idea. With a gentle rocking motion, Sheri began
grinding her knee into Gail's vagina. Within moments a quiet gasp from
the other side of the table told her that her efforts were meeting with
success. The warmth on her knee increased and then Gail suddenly
released her grip on Sheri's legs and pulled away breaking the contact.
Sheri thought the battle was over, that is she did until she felt Gail's
foot run sensuously up her left thigh. The foot continued on course,
higher and higher until it found its way to Sheri's nylon clad
crotch. There it quickly buried itself and began to make slow maddening
circles over and around her clitoris. The effect was electric and
Sheri dropped the pen she had been playing with.

After a moment of hesitation, she forced her foot between Gail's thighs
and the battle was on. It required nerves of steel to sit there
quietly as the two women rubbed their feet into each other. Sheri
wanted to jump up and fling herself onto Gail, but instead they just
seat there driving their feet deeper and deeper into each other as they
rubbed each other to sexual madness. If the room was uncomfortably warm
before, it was blazing now. Sheri's blouse clung to her as sweat
poured off her body. Across the table, Gail wiped her face with a
tissue and gave Sheri a sullen glare.

Sheri's blouse wasn't the only thing becoming wet though. Her pantyhose
were soaked clean through. Gail was surprisingly good at this.
Nevertheless, the toe of her pantyhose was also damp from its work in
Gail's crotch. The battle continued, it went on and on, and then
suddenly Gail stopped. She pulled her foot away leaving Sheri's now
overheated sex exposed to the cool air under the table. Sheri put her
foot down as well, confused by the sudden ending.

Gail rooted through her purse and after a moment took something out and
slipped it under the table. After about a minute she placed it in a
folder and slid it across the table. When Sheri opened the folder
all she found was a nail file. It looked like a nail file anyway, but
Sheri knew that it was really a challenge. Taking a deep breath, Sheri
slipped the nail file under the table. First she used it to rip out the
toe of her hose, then with great care, she used it to open a gapping
tear in her pantyhose directly over her pussy. Putting the file back
into the folder, she passed it back to Gail. The nail file disappeared
back into the purse and Gail gave her a slight nod. Sliding down in
her chair again, Sheri reached for her rival as Gail's leg came sliding
back up her thigh.

Slipping the free leg into a rung of the other woman's chair, the two
rivals moved their now bare toes to attack each other's bared cunts.
Sheri quickly slid her foot between Gail's legs as she felt the other
woman's foot find her now exposed crotch. There would be no mercy now,
this was a fight to the death, corporate death at least. Sheri
pressed home her attack, slipping her big toe deep into Gail's pussy.
Gail gasped out loud as Sheri penetrated her. Harcourt stopped his
lecture just long enough to give her a stern look and ask if there was
a problem. Gail shook her head no and Harcourt returned quickly to his
discussion on declining corporate sales.

Sheri would have smiled except Gail's toe found it's way through her
tangled pubic hair and immediately pressed inside her. She let out a
little shuddering moan and received a stern look from the top of the
table in turn. The meeting continued on course, while below the table,
the fight continued in ernest. Locked together with no escape, the two
women worked their toes deeper and deeper inside each other as each
tried to drive the other to screaming orgasm and public shame.

Sheri's sex was on fire. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure started in
her sex and worked its way out with building force. Her breath became
shallow and panting as her nipples became erect and pressed firmly
against the flimsy, sweat soaked blouse. She wasn't going to make it
she thought. Gail would force her to orgasm and she would whimper and
moan like a common whore in front of all these stern faced old men.
The folder before her was swimming in and out of her vision. Her heart
beat like a drum in her ears. Any moment now and it would all be over,
there was no way to pull back, no way to escape.

A high pitched squeaking scream suddenly wrenched the air. It took
Sheri a moment to realize that the sound had came from Gail. Gail
squirmed in her chair, arching her back and moaning again and again as
Sheri finished her off under the table. Finally she collapsed in a
nearly silent whimper. Only after that last fluttering gasp did Sheri
release her grip on Gail's chair and withdraw her dripping wet toes from
her rival's snatch.

It was over, Gail looked up to see every member of the executive board
staring at her in complete amazement. Grabbing up her folder, she burst
into tears and fled the room. After a minute Harcourt turned to Sheri
and asked if she knew what was wrong with Ms. Smith. Sheri merely shook
her head and smiled. The word came down on Monday, Sheri was the firm's
newest VP. She dropped by Gail's office to rub it in and found movers
taking her things out in boxes. It seemed that Ms. Smith was being
transferred to Kansas, the Siberia of Harcourt and Johnson. Sheri
found victory very sweet indeed. Who says you can't fuck your way to
the top, she thought as she headed back to her new desk on
excutive row.

[SJ1989]

Thanks a ton!

Story 2


CORPORATE DECISION

A corporate catfight
Update: 20/02/1998 to misc3

Sheri Anne Miller was the very picture of the successful American
business woman. At the age of 29, she had worked her way up the
corporate ladder to the position of head sales manager for the firm of
Harcourt and Johnson Inc. Only a few people knew the truth, that she
had lied, cheated, and fucked every obstacle in her path. Beaneath the
long blonde hair and the pixie smile lurked the heart of a predator. A
vicious animal who would let nothing stand between her and what she
wanted, and right now what she wanted most was to be appointed the first
female VP the company had every had.

Harcourt and Johnson was an old and conservative company run by an old
and conservative man, Thornton Wilbur Harcourt IV, great-grandson of
one of the company founders. Normally a person of Ms. Miller's age,
(and a woman yet), could wait a hundred years and never be appointed to
a vice-president's post, but times where changing. The board of
directors wanted to bring the company into the future. One way to do
this was to give women more voice in the day to day decisions, so word
had come down from on high, that Thornton Harcourt was to appoint a
female to the position of vice-president. Everything would have been
perfect except for one problem, there was one other possible candidate
for the job.

Her name was Gail Meridith Smith. Like Sheri she was a fast corporate
climber and would do whatever it took to get ahead. At 31, she was
the youngest manager that central purchasing had ever had. Her long
dark brown hair and startling blue eyes where both assets she used to
full advantage. All told, the two women had a great deal in common and
therefore, hated each other totally. On more than one occasion a
chance encounter in the ladies washroom had led to name calling and
threats. At least twice they had actually come to grips, clinching
their bodies together and staggering back and forth across the washroom
floor, pulling hair and ripping clothes, nevertheless, the final
showdown never came. The truth was they didn't dare to actually fight
it out.

Sheri was confident she could take her Gail in a catfight, but not
for free. There were bound to be some ugly scratchs and dark bruises
that neither woman could coverup or explain away. Word would get out
about the fight and staunch old Harcourt would never promote a woman who
was catfighting her rivals in the company restroom. So Sheri just
bidded her time, waiting for some chance to humilate or disgrace her
rival and Gail did the same.

The showdown came on a late Friday afternoon. Harcourt insisted on
holding a manager's meeting every Friday after lunch. While Harcourt
held counsel with the VPs at the top of the table, all the department
heads sat around the bottom, waiting to answer questions should the need
arrive. The table was very long, but not very wide. The personnel
department thought the narrow table gave the meeting a friendly air,
but all it really did was shove Gail in Sheri's face every Friday
afternoon. The highly ordered seating arrangment left them face to face
at the very end of the table.

As usual Harcourt was droning on about one boring subject or
another while the two rivals exchanged baleful glances over the tops of
the folders open in front of them. Today's meeting had already run on
for two hours and showed no signs of ending soon. The room was
unconfortably warm and Sheri's left leg was falling asleep. As she
uncrossed her legs, she accidently brushed one of Gail's legs under the
table. Irritated by the contact, she pulled away only to feel Gail
reach out and deliberately push her with one foot about a minute later.
Irritated again, Sheri pushed back and thus it began. The two women
began pushing against each other with their legs, under the table.
Meanwhile, the meeting continued along with no one else the wiser.

Soon they slipped off their shoes and began to leg wrestle, locking
their legs over and around each other. Both women were wearing
pantyhose that day and the nylons slipped and slid as they intertwined
their legs and began squeezing and squirming. As the two fought, they
slipped lower and lower in their seats. This made their skirts ride up
higher and higher on their thighs freeing more and more leg for the fray
below. At this point there was no point in denying the obvious, Sheri
and Gail were fighting. The long held hostility between these women
could no longer be restrained. As the company bigwigs continued
their conference at the top of the table, the two female managers were
fighting it out a the bottom of the table. Unknown to anyone else in
the room, the two women were locked together in brutal combat. Thigh
to thigh, with their legs crossed and recrossed the two women strained
against each other in a vicious contest of strength and stamina. The
only sound was the ocassional whisper of rubbing nylon as they wiggled
and squirmed in each other's grip.

After a time, Sheri noticed a warmth on her right knee. Soon she
realized her knee was wedged tightly into her rival's crotch. This gave
Sheri a wicked idea. With a gentle rocking motion, Sheri began
grinding her knee into Gail's vagina. Within moments a quiet gasp from
the other side of the table told her that her efforts were meeting with
success. The warmth on her knee increased and then Gail suddenly
released her grip on Sheri's legs and pulled away breaking the contact.
Sheri thought the battle was over, that is she did until she felt Gail's
foot run sensuously up her left thigh. The foot continued on course,
higher and higher until it found its way to Sheri's nylon clad
crotch. There it quickly buried itself and began to make slow maddening
circles over and around her clitoris. The effect was electric and
Sheri dropped the pen she had been playing with.

After a moment of hesitation, she forced her foot between Gail's thighs
and the battle was on. It required nerves of steel to sit there
quietly as the two women rubbed their feet into each other. Sheri
wanted to jump up and fling herself onto Gail, but instead they just
seat there driving their feet deeper and deeper into each other as they
rubbed each other to sexual madness. If the room was uncomfortably warm
before, it was blazing now. Sheri's blouse clung to her as sweat
poured off her body. Across the table, Gail wiped her face with a
tissue and gave Sheri a sullen glare.

Sheri's blouse wasn't the only thing becoming wet though. Her pantyhose
were soaked clean through. Gail was surprisingly good at this.
Nevertheless, the toe of her pantyhose was also damp from its work in
Gail's crotch. The battle continued, it went on and on, and then
suddenly Gail stopped. She pulled her foot away leaving Sheri's now
overheated sex exposed to the cool air under the table. Sheri put her
foot down as well, confused by the sudden ending.

Gail rooted through her purse and after a moment took something out and
slipped it under the table. After about a minute she placed it in a
folder and slid it across the table. When Sheri opened the folder
all she found was a nail file. It looked like a nail file anyway, but
Sheri knew that it was really a challenge. Taking a deep breath, Sheri
slipped the nail file under the table. First she used it to rip out the
toe of her hose, then with great care, she used it to open a gapping
tear in her pantyhose directly over her pussy. Putting the file back
into the folder, she passed it back to Gail. The nail file disappeared
back into the purse and Gail gave her a slight nod. Sliding down in
her chair again, Sheri reached for her rival as Gail's leg came sliding
back up her thigh.

Slipping the free leg into a rung of the other woman's chair, the two
rivals moved their now bare toes to attack each other's bared cunts.
Sheri quickly slid her foot between Gail's legs as she felt the other
woman's foot find her now exposed crotch. There would be no mercy now,
this was a fight to the death, corporate death at least. Sheri
pressed home her attack, slipping her big toe deep into Gail's pussy.
Gail gasped out loud as Sheri penetrated her. Harcourt stopped his
lecture just long enough to give her a stern look and ask if there was
a problem. Gail shook her head no and Harcourt returned quickly to his
discussion on declining corporate sales.

Sheri would have smiled except Gail's toe found it's way through her
tangled pubic hair and immediately pressed inside her. She let out a
little shuddering moan and received a stern look from the top of the
table in turn. The meeting continued on course, while below the table,
the fight continued in ernest. Locked together with no escape, the two
women worked their toes deeper and deeper inside each other as each
tried to drive the other to screaming orgasm and public shame.

Sheri's sex was on fire. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure started in
her sex and worked its way out with building force. Her breath became
shallow and panting as her nipples became erect and pressed firmly
against the flimsy, sweat soaked blouse. She wasn't going to make it
she thought. Gail would force her to orgasm and she would whimper and
moan like a common whore in front of all these stern faced old men.
The folder before her was swimming in and out of her vision. Her heart
beat like a drum in her ears. Any moment now and it would all be over,
there was no way to pull back, no way to escape.

A high pitched squeaking scream suddenly wrenched the air. It took
Sheri a moment to realize that the sound had came from Gail. Gail
squirmed in her chair, arching her back and moaning again and again as
Sheri finished her off under the table. Finally she collapsed in a
nearly silent whimper. Only after that last fluttering gasp did Sheri
release her grip on Gail's chair and withdraw her dripping wet toes from
her rival's snatch.

It was over, Gail looked up to see every member of the executive board
staring at her in complete amazement. Grabbing up her folder, she burst
into tears and fled the room. After a minute Harcourt turned to Sheri
and asked if she knew what was wrong with Ms. Smith. Sheri merely shook
her head and smiled. The word came down on Monday, Sheri was the firm's
newest VP. She dropped by Gail's office to rub it in and found movers
taking her things out in boxes. It seemed that Ms. Smith was being
transferred to Kansas, the Siberia of Harcourt and Johnson. Sheri
found victory very sweet indeed. Who says you can't fuck your way to
the top, she thought as she headed back to her new desk on
excutive row.

[gmenn]

Story 1


Two in the Bush
by DJH

Amanda Vail was 27, a pretty 5'8" long-haired blonde who taught 7th Grade English at Meadowoods Middle School. Quiet and bespecacled,
thin at about 125 lbs, she was liked by both students and the other teachers, although she never seemed to socialize much. Three doors down
the hall was the 8th grade Math room of Beth Kyser. Like Amanda she was 125 lbs and perhaps an half-inch taller than her than younger by a
year colleague. Her long auburn hair, like the English teachers, went well past her shoulders. The two women were not close friends but had
always been friendly and pleasant to each other in the three years they had worked together, and now and then had double-dated with a pair of
high-school teachers, but in the main they tended to their work, their hobbies, and their own private, intensely personal secret fetish.

And it was that fetish that had the two women standing in the schools' wrestling room, naked as the day they were born, arms hanging loosely
at their sides, preparing to wage a bitter and unquestionably painful war. But the story truly begins slightly earlier that day, when the secret
both women had held closely guarded for years had been revealed to the other.

It was the last day of school, when parties were thrown and games and contests were held outside. It had been a tradition for each class to
throw a teacher from each grade levek into the mudpit used for the tug-of-war and a rainstorm two days before had made it extra slimy. By the
luck of the draw and the secret vote of the student groups organizing the party, it happened to be Amanda and Beth who were chosen, and
despite their struggles, first one and then a few minutes later the other was covered head to foot in mud. As the party ended and students
rushed to catch their buses or say goodbye to friends, the two bedraggled and filthy schoolteachers walked towards the gymnasium to shower.
The 6th grade teacher, a male, had wisely brought a change of clothing and towels, so by the time the two ladies reached the girl's locker and
shower room, the school was deserted and quiet, not to ring again with voices for three months.

The messy pair chatted as they approached the gym; but as they reached the locker room their voices went silent. Amanda moved to one side
of the locker room and Beth the other. Both turned their backs to the other as they stripped their dirty clothes off and then both did a strange
thing; the pair edged sideways toward the shower, trying hard not to show it but keeping their backs and buttocks facing each other. This
strange tableau continued in the shower room--both took positions on opposite sides of the room at the shower head farthest away and
continued to face away from the other. Neither commented on the other's seemingly strange behavior--in fact, neither said much of anything.

Amanda finished first and being the farthest away from the exit began to sidle silently towards the opening. Beth did not hear her fellow teacher
and assumed she had left the shower room. So she also began backing, straight back as it were, toward the door-and Amanda.

Nothing might have occurred except for a bumping of hips or buttocks, hasty apologies, and secrets kept; but that what not what the fates had
in store. A small sliver of soap lay in Beths' path. Her right foot hit it and she lost her balance, stumbling backward with her arms flailing to keep
her balance. The sound alerted Amanda, too late, as Beth collided heavily with her and both women tripped over the others bare legs and went
down, ending up on their sides facing the other.

Both began to move quickly to get up and turn away; then first Amanda and then Beth slowed and stopped, their eyes rivited on the site before
their eyes.

Not the breasts; they were both well shaped 33B's with small, round nipples. Not the legs or feet, both long and muscular from evening
aerobics; not even their vaginal and clitoral areas, which were quite normal in every way. It was the hair that covered the pubic region that both
women's eyes were locked on.

To say they were hairy is a gross understatement; the hair was long and thick and full, covering their cunts and clits so throughly that they
could not be seen. It extended onto their thighs and upwards their navels and down the narrow crack between vagina and anus. Despite the
huge mass, now wet and glistening, it was clean, brushed and obviously well taken care of; Beth noted, with an emotion she could not yet
define, that Amanda had curled some of the strands--as had she. Still silent, the two moved toward their lockers, this time facing the other, eyes
at crotch level, voices still silent.

They reached their lockers, but instead of sitting down, cleaning their clothing and departing, both stayed standing and staring. Beth's
emotions were becoming more defined now; embarrassment at being discovered, amazement that Amanda sported a bush, lighter in color, but in
every way equal to hers-which she had been growing and pampering since puberty, and something else: jealousy, anger, rage, and then hatred.
How DARE she have done this, tried to show me up, tried to show she's a better woman than I! In the other corner Amanda was feeling the
same emotional tidal wave, and the two womens' faces hardened. What was to come made little rational sense; but when one's lifelong fetish is
suddenly rocked and challenged, rationality often takes leave.

"Not bad, Beth, but mine is fuller and thicker" said Amanda
"No way, Mandy, that your ugly clump matches my perfect pubes" retorted Beth
"Mine is better than yours in every way" sneered Amanda, pushing her hips forward to accentuate the incredibly lush growth.
"Not in a million years" jeered Beth, matching Amanda's provacative position.

Rage possessed Amanda; how dare this, this, CUNT compare her own little hairball with my pussy hair, the longest, fullest, finest in the world.
"Better pull that cunt of yours back, bitch, or I just might have to clean in out for you." "I'd love to see you try, asshole" snarled Beth "
because I'd snatch those measly hairs off your puss before you could blink." By now all reason had been lost and both women were ready to
throw themselves at the other; but the concrete floor they stood on caused Beth to pause and think and she said, "The wrestling room."
Amanda nodded and walked down the corridor between the boys and girls locker rooms, to the side room in-between. The room was covered
with mats and padding, used by the wrestling team. Striding to the center of the room, Amanda turned to see Beth facing her, arms at her sides,
about 6 feet away. It was here that this story began--now we move onward.

The truth be told, neither girl had ever been in a fight in her life, especially one where her most treasured possession was at stake. There was
also some shyness at their own and the other's nudity, as both were virgins, having been unwilling to share their fetish with any of the men
they had dated. But as the stares returned to the abundance below the waist, the rage, the jealousy, the hatred came flooding back, obscuring
all reason and manners. Slowly, arms outstretched, the two women moved at one another.

They grasped arms, straining against each other; both gasped as round, erect nipples touched. The first contact of pussy hair was electric and
both jumped back, mometarily shocked at this intimate duel. Amanda moved first, closing the distance and allowing her bush to invade Beth's;
Beth at first tried to move away but seeing Amanda smile, she glared and shoved her hips forward, bringing the light and dark hair into full
contact. For five minutes they bumped and ground away, a few dead hairs falling out as each others thick pussy acted like a comb, running
through the others dense growth. Both had begun to breath more quickly and shallowly, but neither really noticed the additional swelling
occuring to the folds of skin below the masses of hair. After a particularly hard bump together, the two broke apart and stared at each other,
noses barely two feet apart. By now all inhibitions were gone--each saw in the other a mortal foe to be defeated and humiliated.

Beth reached slowly down with her right arm, almost caressing hers rival's pubic hair. Amanda's eyes narrowed but she stood still, alert and
ready for instant retaliation. Beth smiled and ran her tongue along her lips as her thumb and finger separated and grasped but two or three hairs
out of the superabundance between her rival's legs. Suddenly she yanked, hard and visciously. Although only a tiny amount of pussy hair
came away, the short, sharp little pain caused Amanda's eyes to widen. Moving her right hand, she likewise grasped several strands from
Beth's huge hairpie and yanked them out. Three more rounds of little pinpricks went by before Beth, with a cry of rage and hate, drove both
hands full into Amanda's bush, with Amanda not a second behind her.

Both women screamed as their pride and joys were savagely pulled at; neither tried to defend themselves but put everything into the effort to
defolitate their foe's forest of follicles. But while extremely painful and contributing to the bits of hair now falling to the mats below, the tactic
was not as effective as the two young women had hoped; when the yanking by one got too hard, her enemy simply closed the distance
between them, leaving her rival no leverage to pull the hair out in clumps; in this way the two descibed a weird, brutal dance as they moved
each other round the room. Both yelled and cursed each other as tears appeared in their eyes; fingers pulling at hair occassionally brushed
vaginal folds or their ripe and now erecting clitorises. After four minutes of this activity, the two broke apart by mutual consent. Their breathing
was labored and the sweat now covered their bodies, giving both a sheen that glistened on their tan bodies. Light and Dark hair now lay on the
floor like a light covering, but to look at the two forests between their legs, it was as if no hair had been lost at all. It was obvious to both girls
that to continue the battle this way would take too long and be too painful to reach a decision. While Beth thought about how she could finish
off Amanda, she saw her rival smile and slip out the door. "Where is she going" thought Beth "I don't believe she is giving up." Two minutes
passed and Amanda reappeared. She had been down the hall to the shop class room, and in her hand were two bottles of stick-tite glue--the
glue that bonds anything--non toxic. With a challenging look in her eye, Amanda tossed one of the bottles towards Beth, who caught it and
stared back at Amanda. The meaning was obvious; at any other time she would have come back to her senses and left the room, left Amanda,
and kept her hair and her dignity. But she was mad, mad beyond common sense; her pussy hurt and the reason for that pain and her rage was
standing, sneering, in front of her. Quickly unscrewing the cap, Beth began rubbing the liquid into and around her pubes. Amanda quickly
copied her.

Tubes empty, the two rivals moved together, hips outthrust to once again blend blonde and black pussy hairs together. For anyone else this
strange dueling technique would have failed for lack of sufficient contact surface; but the incredible density of both's women's thatches made
it work. Two full minutes they allowed the glue to do its work; a slight tug at that milepost showed that for the moment, the two were like
Siamese twins, joined at the most personal area a woman has. Hands entwined and also bonded as the glue left on them did it's job. Eyes stared
deeply into eyes as each searched for fear in their opponent, secretly hoping to find it and avoid what was coming; but neither backed down.
As the two minutes expired, Amanda made the first move. Eyes wide in hatred, she spit full into Beth's face, screamed "BITCH" and threw her
hips back, yanking Beth with her. Stunned then enraged, Beth let fly with a wad of her own spit, screamed "CUNT" back in the face of her foe
and tugged back. Battle was now joined in earnest.

Neither girl moved much; both concentrated on pulling her hips backward so as to exert the most pressure and pain on the others bush.
Amanda took an early advantage, Beth being pulled forward and, bent at the hips, was unable to pull with as much strength as Amanda.
Desperate, Beth thrust her hips forward instead, which by chance shoved her vagina lips into Amanda's, causing the fair-haired girl to lose
concentration and give Beth the advantage. Amanda retaliated with a pussy shot of her own and soon both women had returned to the upright
position in this macabre and savage tug-of-war. Breasts now brushed against breasts as stomachs met and pushed each other in and out in time
with the rasping breaths. Beth began to gain an advantage again; as Amanda moved forward to counter the overwhelming pain in her groin, she
slipped in one of the puddles of sweat and crashed heavily into Beth, causing both ladies to hit the mat, Amanda on top.

Hands now above their heads locked in a trial of strength, bodies in full and intimate contact, Beth and Amanda wrestled across the room, first
one on top then the other. From the prone position they did not have the leverage to do much damage in the bonded area; but the feel of naked
body sliding and grappling with naked body, nipples wrestling and entwined with nipple, began to arouse the women with emotions they had
not expected or experienced, except from personal stimulation at home late at night. Breathing became shorter and deeper while cheeks flushed
and tongues licked lips gone suddenly dry. For a few moments, the two teachers forgot their rage as something else began to build inside of
them; but the Beth, currently on top, moved to sit up and the mutual pain to the pussies brought the feelings of hate and anger back to the fore.
Coming off the floor with her rival, Amanda and Beth found themselves sitting up, Beth sitting in Amanda's lap. Slowly now, eyes never
leaving the other, they slowly moved their legs so that right leg crossed on top of rivals' left, breasts touching and cunts fully locked. Not much
hair was visible on the floor--that which had been yanked out was still attached to her enemies cunt hair, as prisioners of war, so to speak. From
this position both began to pull backwards, leaning back as far as they could stand and then bumping together as the strain became to great.
Screams and sobs now echoed through the room as both women fought to denude their opponent once and for all. The screams also masked
the sensual emotions being felt, despite the tremendous pain and suffering, as now damp cunts squished into cunts and clits, now fully erect,
were brushed by hair and occassionally the other's clit. The battle became more and more brutal, both leaning back farther and farther, both
pulling harder and harder, pushing the mats with their feet to get maximum drive, breasts flopping and nipples waggling as the two humped and
cried and pushed.....

Suddenly, the two cunts, tied together so closely, popped apart with an audible tearing sound. So great was the effort that their hands, by now
so sweaty that the glue had lost it's edge, popped apart and the pair fell heavily back on the mat, legs still intertwined but cunts now several
feet apart.

Amanda was aware at first only of great pain; both from between her legs, where agony jolted her senses again and again, and in her heart, for
that pain could only mean she had lost; lost to Beth, lost that which she had nurtured and cared for and protected all these years; lost to a
stronger, better, cunt. She could hear Beth sobbing, as loudly as Amanda's own cries, and thought "well, at least I hurt her some." Slowly, she
sat up to see the damage, as Beth also reared up off of the mat to inspect the results. What the two saw caused them to gasp in amazement and
temporarily forget their pain.

In between the diamond formed by their legs was a huge hairball, black and blonde hair all mixed together and forming a untidy and sticky mess.
The two womens' cunts were a mess, with 80% of the hair gone, the remaining scattered in ugly, tattered clumps, often with a tuft of her rivals'
bush attached to it. Both women looked at the ruin of their pussy hair, so carefully and manically taken care of over the years; then looked at
the obscene mass between them; then at each other. And suddenly, without warning, they began to laugh.

It was loud and full and hysterical and the two laughed until they cried, tears streaming down cheeks and with eyes wide and slightly
unbalanced. Finally, they wore down and looked at each other once again. For two women who had been locked in the most intimate mortal
combat three minutes before, it was almost a shy look. Then Beth, moving heasitantly forward, lightly kissed Amanda on the lips. Somewhat to
her surprise, Amanda did not recoil but instead opened her mouth and the pair's tongues caressed and rubbed against the other's. The kiss
was finally broken, and the two resumed staring at the other--but with a look that could only be described as lustful.

"I guess I'd better shave the rest of this mess off" said Beth. "Me too," Amanda replied. "I think there are razors and cream in the coaches'
office." Climbing slowly to their feet, the two women stood facing the other, nipples touching. "You shave me and I shave you?" queried
Amanda. "As long as your as gentle as I plan to be" smiled Beth. Faces moved together and arms encircled chests as the two women once
again kissed long and deep. A fetish had been discarded; a lifestyle had been discovered; all in all, a most equitable trade.