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Costume Party
14-May-99 14:51:11

Costume Party

It was Halloween night on Greek Row and Kelly had made sure she was appropriately dressed for the occasion; in fact, she felt a little conspicuous in her skintight leather catsuit. As she moved through the crowd inside, she noticed that only a few of the other girls had dressed with as much imagination or adventurousness. The few that did -- Kelly later remembered a blonde dressed in a tiny red bikini with a veil over her face and a few token silk scarves draped around her shapely body, and a brooding redhead with fake fangs and a killer body -- returned her cold appraisals with their own measured glares. Kelly bared her teeth to the redhead as she brushed past her, adding a subtle jab with powerful hips, and lost herself in the crowd, not even bothering to turn around to see the other girl?s reaction. Even the alcohol now thoroughly in residence inside her bloodstream couldn?t slow down the beautiful brunette?s racing pulse; she felt wild, dangerous, capable of doing and saying things she would never have considered even as recently as a year ago.
Kelly had been a late bloomer physically. She had been relatively flat-chested all the way up until the middle of her junior year in high school, although by the beginning of her senior year she filled out her bra as well as almost any girl in the school. A tomboy of sorts, she was involved in gymnastics, volleyball, swimming -- all of which resulted in an exquisitely crafted body, and with the sudden development of her breasts, a breathtakingly powerful feminine one. The surprising upswing in her popularity with guys and to some degree even with the other girls at school produced an concomitant shift in her personality. Now, as a sophomore and a sorority sister, Kelly had it all -- the body, the look, and the attitude.
Her eyes were drawn to another tall brunette talking in the corner with a football player she recognized. Leanne...and wearing an almost identical skintight outfit. Unlike Kelly, however, a leather choker with wicked looking spikes encircled the other girl?s neck; together with the dark make-up heavily applied to her strikingly pale, powdered face, it gave the other brunette a decidedly Gothic flavor. Long red fingernails flirtatiously brushed silky, breast-length hair from a long ivory neck, as Leanne nodded and smiled. The other girl?s smile was instantly recognizable even in the dim lighting of the house -- a slow, sexy, soft...sneer almost. It was unnerving to most guys to see such a wicked expression on a face as beautiful as the brunette?s, and in fact, the football player was starting to look around the room nervously seeking escape when Leanne, feeling someone?s eyes on her, slowly turned her head and met Kelly?s stare, and promptly forgot her conversation.
The other girl?s stare was electric; Leanne?s green eyes seemed even brighter in the dimness of the house, and her earlier smile twisted into a true sneer, dark red lips curling sensuously. Kelly unconsciously licked her lips, leaving them wet and glossy with her own heavy lipstick. Regardless of the other girl?s intent, her malicious sneer left Kelly far from uneasy; she had been around enough to recognize a challenge when she saw one and she felt dangerous tonight, more than capable of handling this hot witch.
Kelly and Leanne belonged to two different sororities which had developed a running rivalry between themselves. A lot of the most popular and successful girls on campus belonged to one or the other of the two sororities, and a certain competitive tension had built up between their members. Kelly and Leanne themselves were rivals on the tennis court. Kelly?s mind involuntarily flashed her an image of the other girl striding forward across the tennis court to the net, a sweat-drenched t-shirt clinging to her curvy chest and a short white skirt barely providing coverage for beautifully muscled thighs, a self-satisfied smile of victory on those hated lips. The brunette?s muscles tensed underneath her catsuit; the leather gave a little groan as Kelly?s body straightened to meet her rival, who was stalking toward her even now on those long, long legs of hers.
Kelly turned slightly away after establishing contact with the other girl, making sure she kept Leanne in the periphery of her sight, and slipped over to the long table which held the night?s refreshments. The punch was pleasingly cold as it slid down her throat, but even it couldn?t ease the sudden tightness the brunette felt in her groin as her rival slid in next to her. Their hips brushed up against each other aggressively, leather sliding across leather, as Leanne?s striking green eyes met Kelly?s ice-blue irises over the lips of their glasses.
"I like the leather, bitch," Leanne said tightly.
"I warned you," Kelly replied hotly, setting down her glass on the edge of the table. "I told you I was getting this outfit."
"I must have forgotten," her rival said. Leanne?s catsuit complained as she shrugged eloquently.
"Like hell," the brunette said raggedly. Her voice was suddenly hoarse with anticipation; her skin was flush with excitement inside the catsuit which suddenly felt extremely claustrophobic. The catsuit was clearly a naked, brazen challenge: the two girls had met by coincidence one week ago in the same costume store downtown; thin smiles had been exchanged over a rack of costumes, and Leanne had very prominently picked out the costume she wore tonight. Even then, however, a part of her mind had been preoccupied with the image of a leather-clad Leanne showing up at the party. Kelly remembered the insolent smile she had flashed her rival, the brief display of her long red nails as she pulled the costume from the rack...even then, she had wanted this confrontation...hungered for it...planned for it. Her hand crept to her behind and she wiped her sweaty palm on the leather, tapping it with her red nails.
Leanne shrugged once more. Kelly watched with increasing tension as the other girl dipped one long nail into her drink and brought it slowly up to her perfect red lips, wrapping them around the feminine claw. "You?re right," Leanne finally said. Her gaze bore into Kelly with an almost frightening intensity, which only served to heighten the brunette?s excitement. "It?s a challenge."
"What kind of a challenge?" Kelly asked.
The ghost of a sneer appeared on the other girl?s beautiful face. Red nails curled around the glass in Leanne?s hand. "I think you can guess. It?s Halloween, bitch...time to let the animal inside of you out..."
Kelly licked her lips once more. There was indeed something...primal in the other girl?s face. Something incredibly suggestive, darkly feminine that held the promise of raw animal sexuality, raw animal aggression. She noticed that Leanne had spread her legs on their knee-length high-heeled boots apart aggressively in front of her. The girls were almost on top of each other in the room, largely oblivious of the party staggering on around them, which was blessedly ignoring them for the moment. Kelly?s breathing was harsh and ragged to her ears; a sudden lunge forward and she could have her thigh up against her rival?s spread legs and her hands in the other girl?s soft hair...
"I don?t know..." Kelly said. "Someone might get hurt."
Leanne?s smile was full of teeth; it did not touch her eyes which remained locked with Kelly?s own in a deadly serious staredown. "I promise." The other girl glanced at the clock across the room. 11:30pm.
Kelly felt a cold object pressed into her hand. Leanne?s last words were whispered hotly in her ear with the girls? bodies pressing up against each other threateningly: "Meet me in the basement of my house in half an hour in that little catsuit, bitch. It?s time I showed your sweet Kappa Delta ass who the big cats really are..." Kelly?s outraged snort of contempt was answered by a painful grab of her tight ass with Leanne?s sharp nails. The other girl?s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but before Kelly could reply or retaliate, Leanne had melted away into the crowd, and the brunette reluctantly let her go. She closed her hand around the key in her palm and squeezed it tightly. She would get the last word when it mattered...
The noise of the party and the stifling air inside the house were suddenly too much for Kelly. She had to get out. A few hurried good-byes and she outside in the cold, her breath turning into pale white streamers in the late autumn air. The chill felt incredibly good, bringing her body temperature back down to a comfortable level after the intensity of the encounter with Leanne. The simple thought of her brunette enemy brought another flush to Kelly?s skin even out here in the bracing cold.
It was a full moon tonight; Kelly had no problem finding her way to Leanne?s sorority house. The sounds of intoxicated laughter and wild partying gradually diminished as she went, until there was almost dead silence by the time she arrived at the darkened house. With a slightly trembling hand -- despite her slightly intoxicated state and the hatred which had driven her to accept Leanne?s challenge, Kelly still had the presence of mind to recognize that meeting a female rival alone in a dark basement inside an empty house was not exactly safe -- she turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.
Inside, the house looked pretty much like her own; a blend of modern and antique furniture. Kelly had been inside a few times before so she knew exactly where the basement was located. A pair of boots lay beside the door -- and on top of them a black leather hood. Kelly?s heart skipped a beat as she contemplated the ominous-looking piece of fabric; it had holes for her eyes, nose, and mouth and fit snugly on her head when she pulled it on, hardly breathing. She quickly slipped off her own knee-length boots, placing them beside Leanne?s discarded shoes, and made her way soundlessly now on bare feet down the hallway carpeted with beautiful oriental rugs. The door to the basement opened with a long creak. The excitement the brunette felt was excrutiating; Kelly lightly placed her nails on her heavy breasts, slowly ran them down her flat stomach all the way to her angry cunt, bringing her pre-fight arousal to an almost unbearable level. With a soft snarl, she stalked inside, closing the door behind her silently.
The scene inside the basement was almost cinematic. A tiny window near the top of one wall let in the only light there was; the few slivers of moonlight that were present illuminated Leanne?s motionless figure in the center of the room. The brunette was standing in almost a crouch with her hands held in front of her, the dark red nail polish on her fingertips shining in the dim light. The spiked choker was gone and the twin to Kelly?s leather hood was pulled over her rival?s face. The clutter inside the basement had been pushed to the edges, and placed on top of it all around the cleared cement area were metal cages in which actual cats had been placed. The felines stalked in near silence, their bright eyes gazing out upon the scene before them: the two rivals and this private female war. The girls stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, their thoughts partially hidden by the masks, but exposed in their bright and jealous eyes.
The mood had been set. Wordlessly, Kelly slid down the steps on her bare feet, falling into a crouch to match her rival, nails outstretched and flexing with vicious intent. The girls began to circle in silence, their leather catsuits groaning softly as the beautiful female bodies they enclosed prepared to lock claws.
The sudden startling movement of both girls brought a horrible outburst of high-pitched sound from the watching felines in their steel cages. Kelly heard herself give a matching scream of violence and arousal as she finally engaged her hated rival?s leather-clad body. The rivals groaned as their bodies hugged together murderously, claws searching vainly for a chance to hurt the other girl, raking futilely at smooth leather. In addition to the full-body catsuits, the leather hoods each girl wore protected her face and silky hair from her enemy?s nails; as they smashed their hot bodies together, Kelly and Leanne hissed with frustrated arousal and anger.
"Bitch," Leanne rasped as her hard breasts slammed up against Kelly?s equally firm mammaries. "I?ll show you who has the better body; I?m the only one who should be wearing this catsuit, slut."
Because of the rivals? black leather suits and the hoods they both wore, the only area of color visible on either girl was her heavily lipsticked mouth; he contrast granted the words growled by the girls an extra menace.
"You little whore," Kelly hissed. "I can grind with your weak body all night, bitch." The squeezing was almost rhythmic, the violent groans groans of the two catsuits coming in regular intervals as the rivals swore and rubbed up against one another.
Leanne?s red lips were so close; dark, luscious, waiting for Kelly?s own full pair to fight with. With her rival?s sweet breath on her lips, Kelly wrapped her long right leg behind Leanne?s, the muscles in each girl?s leg tensing in a display of strength, and pulled her rival into a tight, airless clinch, her lips fastening onto her enemy?s aggressively.
The kiss was suffocating. Arousal and aggression were present in equal parts as the two rivals tasted each other. Leanne?s body in its leather covering was hard and cold against Kelly?s, but her lips were very, very soft, insistent, and irresistible. Kelly found herself gasping as the kiss ended after several intense minutes; and as she took in air desperately, Leanne?s fist smashed into her flat stomach. She cried out more in surprise and outrage than pain -- the girls were still clinched together, which made punching problematical -- and promptly smashed into her rival?s stomach with her own fist. The girls grunted like animals as they traded body blows, the cats around them screaming in sympathy as the rivals went back and forth for almost ten minutes.
Even given the awkwardness of her rival?s blows and the leather protecting her stomach, Kelly still found her belly on fire after the exchange and her entire body flushed with anger; the perspiration and heat from the fight had turned her catsuit into a virtual inferno. The brunette staggered back a few steps, finally catching herself on one muscled leg.
Leanne ripped her hood from her face, shaking her sweat-drenched hair from her beautiful face. The make-up she had worn earlier had run all over her cheeks, but it served only to heighten the intensity present in the enraged glare she shot her rival.
Kelly tore her own hood off, and ran her hands through her wet hair, returning Leanne?s poisonous glare. Without a word, the two sexy rivals reapproached one another, circling intently again. Now that the hoods were off, both girls were able to appreciate the other?s vampish beauty in jealous silence. Kelly was terribly conscious of the tightness in her loins as she stared at her rival?s gorgeous face and the shapely body stalking her -- before the night was over, she would thoroughly dominate this bitch, she said to herself. This slut will know I am better than she is...
The watching felines repeated their chorus of yowls as the two girls smashed together again, their breasts thrust hard against each other, crotches grinding beneath leather, as hands buried themselves in soaking-wet hair. White teeth bared themselves in the little moonlight available. Kelly screamed as the girls pulled each other slowly to their knees; both girls? heads were pulled back painfully, ivory necks bared to the cold air of the basement room. A flurry of violent movement and the girls were suddenly fully engaged again, horizontal on the bare floor and rolling wildly across it.
The other girl?s body was like a python?s. All of the hours spent on the tennis courts had given both girls a smooth musculature that was ideal for this kind of close fighting, and they were almost perfectly matched. Leanne hissed and spat as she writhed in Kelly?s arms, pulling at the brunette?s long hair wildly, and grinding her hard chest up into her rival?s.
"Bitch," Kelly growled. "Bitch, bitch, bitch!" The word was all the beautiful brunette could think of. The room was a dizzy whirlwind in her head of screeching cats, dark shadows, and black leather as she writhed around on the floor, locked tightly with Leanne in an embrace of aroused hatred.
Growling and spitting, the girls shoved each other away finally, rolling over to face one another on all fours, taking in the basement air fitfully, their firm breasts rising and falling rapidly. The brutal squeezing and hair-pulling had left both girls physically exhausted, but their hunger for the other had not been fully satisfied by any means. Kelly?s cunt was hotter than it had ever been as she faced her crouching rival, rising up on the balls of her feet like the felines around them. A low and challenging purr from Leanne sent another pulse of excitement through her overheated groin, and she answered with a sensuous, threatening purr of her own...
Warily, the girls approached one another again, eyes bright with desire, but with their catfight lust sated for now, not stopping until they were literally nose-to-nose. The smell of sweat and perfume was overpowering, and the rivals took it in eagerly. Eyes locked in an acknowledgment of hate, Kelly and Leanne slowly straightened, rising to their feet.
"Pussy," Leanne said softly.
"Cunt," Kelly replied. The words were simultaneously insults and promises of domination.
Kelly closed her eyes, pushing her crotch into her rival?s as she slid her hands around Leanne?s back, slowly pulling down the other girl?s zipper, tugging the fabric down over Leanne?s sweaty skin. Her nails trailed lightly down her sexy enemy?s bare shoulders all the way to the other girl?s rounded chest...which was being supported by some sort of tiger-skin bikini top, Kelly realized as she opened her eyes. The fabric felt authentic underneath her hands as she grabbed and squeezed Leanne?s hard breasts.
Leanne growled as she raked her nails through the thick fabric of Kelly?s own top, fashioned it seemed from wolf-skin. "I?m the real bitch between us, whore," Leanne told her rival. "I?m the cat and the bitch."
"Show me, slut," Kelly demanded, wincing as Leanne?s red nails found purchase in the tops of her white breasts. "You show me what a real bitch in heat is like."
Leanne?s slap staggered her rival; Kelly?s return slap brought the other girl to her knees. The catfight was on again, and the girls tore into each other with a renewed viciousness. Their tops were promptly ripped off, and naked tits smashed together hotly as the two rivals slapped and clawed on the cold concrete floor.
"This is what a bitch in heat is like, pussy!" Leanne hissed as she humped her rival, pulling viciously at Kelly?s long brown hair, leather-clad crotch brutally punching her rival?s cunt.
"Yeah," Kelly growled. "You are so hot for me, aren?t you, cat?" The brunette licked at her rival?s wet lips, returning Leanne?s pussy punch with a thrust of her own.
"You?re the cat who?s ready to come in her pants, slut," Leanne snarled. Kelly felt the pressure on her scalp suddenly disappear as Leanne?s hands went to her crotch, pulling down the catsuit further, exposing her naked, wet, throbbing cunt...and exposing the pair of handcuffs Leanne had felt earlier when she had grabbed her rival?s ass at the party.
"Bitch!" Kelly screamed. She almost came right then; the moment was finally here -- the cunt-to-cunt showdown she had always wanted with this bitch. No net, or tennis rackets, or rules...just pure vampish sexuality, unfiltered feminine aggression. "Let?s finish this, cat..."
The handcuffs were fastened for effect, mostly -- neither girl had any intention of retreating now until it was finished between them. Kelly tensed and clenched her teeth as her pussy slid in tight against Leanne?s; the two wet cunts were shivering with impatience and excitement.
Kelly and Leanne started slowly, grinding tentatively and feeling each other out. Dark cunt hair tickled one other as the girls jabbed and rubbed together dirtily, their nails digging into each other?s backs as they squirmed hotly together. The rivals? groans grew in volume, interspersed with growled threats and curses.
"Bitch," Leanne snarled. "I?m the queen, bitch; your fuck-queen."
"Whore-queen," Kelly growled. "I?m the bitch with the hottest cunt."
The smell of angry female arousal filled the basement room as the sorority bitches dueled, their cunts grinding together in a hot, dirty pubic war. Kelly spread her legs wide, clamping her thighs around her rival?s, forcing her cunt deep into the other girl?s crotch. She was stiff, hot, and angry...
"Fuck!" both girls screamed as their stiff little clits made orgasmic contact. With their hands cuffed together and at shoulder-level, the two sobbing rivals struggled to keep their coming cunts together. Powerful ass muscles flexed spasmodically as the girls fought to keep their clits in delicious contact, to ride the other girl to a final submission. The orgasm went on for minutes. Kelly screamed and screamed as her cunt experienced orgasm after orgasm, progressively growing less violent until finally she was able to gain enough self-control to take possession of Leanne?s cunt with her own, cunt-wrestling the sobbing girl onto her back. The brunette?s warm mouth silenced her rival with a probing wet tongue as she forced the final orgasms from Leanne?s defeated body.

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Halloween night
22-Nov-98 00:49:32

I didn't write this.
I send this story in response to the request of Joe; the two rivals are not teen but there is some foot fetish.
I like foot fetish in a cat fight story.
And you ?

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Hello, it's me again. I have received plenty of e-mail messages asking me to write more stories. I have read all of the messages and
have come up with a story idea that incorporates all of the requests that I received. I wish to please everyone, so if there not
everyone will like every part of the whole story, but it was written catering to the requests of everyone who wrote to me. For those
who did take the time to e-mail me, thank you for your kind words and now it is off to the fight.
This catfight will be between Melissa Joan Hart who is the blonde girl that stars on the TV show Sabrina, and Sarah Micheele Gellar
who plays a vampire slayer on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. These two girls were requested the most and I feel bring a refreshing
combination to the celeberty catfight field.
It was Halloween night and every celeberity who was young and hip was going to the Spelling mansion for a Halloween bash. The
party was in full swing when Melissa Joan Hart arrived at the Spelling empire. Melissa playing a witch on TV decided to come as a
different evil spirit tonight - she choose to be a vampire. Melissa wore a black velvet cape that was tied at the top just below her
neckline. Under the cape was a one-piece Elvira inspired black dress that fell to her ankles but had a huge slit up the center exposing
her sexy legs that were accented nicely by a pair of black sheer pantyhose and a pair of black high-heel shoes. The shoes were held
up by a strap that was fastened around the back of the foot just below the ankles and had an open toe in the front. She wore her
blonde hair slicked backed tightly thanks to the use of a lot of gel products. To finish her look, Melissa had her vampire teeth in her
mouth. As Melissa entered the room, there was silence around her. Everyone was whispering and pointing at her.
Melissa found out why in a hurry, she saw Sarah sitting on a couch wearing the exact same outfit. Even the hair and accessories were
identical. Feeling embarrassed, Melissa walked over to Sarah in order to get this aukward moment over with.
When Sarah saw Melissa, her mouth dropped. She stood up and both girls approached each other. The room around them went
silent. There was plenty of tension because everyone knew that these girls did not like each other. Both girls were around the same
age with their carreers having the same direction. Both had a first middle and last names that made fans confused as to which name
belonged to which star. And both were equally beatiful. Now as they stood across from each other they looked identical as they even
stand at the same height. Sarah was now dating the same actor Melissa used to date and whom she wanted to date again. That actor
is the ever-popular Skeet Ulrich. Skeet was returning to the couch to be with his date Sarah when he accidentally kissed Melissa on
the left cheek as he approached her from behind.
Realizing his innocent mistake, he began to apologize but Sarah ignored him and began to speak to Melissa.
"Well this is rather embarrasing isn't it?"
"Yeah quite a lot." Responded Melissa.
"They told me this outfit was a one of a kind." Sarah said in a jokingly way.
Melissa and Sarah both broke into a semi smile as they both wished to releive the tension so that everyone would stop staring at
them. Sarah invited Melissa to sit down with her and so she did, and everyone else continued on with their activities.
The ladies began to speak about their lives but the conversation was very catty and Hollywood, both girls obviously pretending to
like the other. Skeet sat across from them fantasizing of sleeping with both of them at one time as he stared at Melissa.
As Sara noticed Skeet staring at Melissa she crossed her right leg over her left revealing her pantyhosed thigh. She began to dangle
the shoe from her right foot as she became relived to see Skeet's eyes shift back to her. Melissa noticed this old school feminine trick
and crossed her left leg over her right exposing her left upper thigh. Pretending to check for runs in her nylons she adjusted the slit
so that it exposed more leg than Sarah was. She was also dangling her left shoe from her foot. The heels of their shoes silently tapped
together as they clapped their shoes off of their heels. All this catty behaviour was going on while they continued to carry on a
conversation with each other.
Skeet, noticing the tension and the bulge in his pants asked the ladies if they would like to go to the fortune table and have all three
of their fortunes read. They agreed and all three approached the table. The table was a small circular table. Skeet sat across of the
fortune teller while Sarh sat to his left while Melissa sat to his right directly across frome each other.
As they sat the fortune teller began to read their fortunes, but Melissa and Sarah were doing nothing but glaring at each other. Both
girls were dying to get at each other but did not want to risk further embarrasment. They both went to cross their legs right over left
when their shoes collided. Neither girl was going to give up her leg real-estate. The began to struggle against each other with their
right shoes. Melissa took her heel and dug it into Sara's ankle snagging her pantyhose but she lost her shoe in Sara's strap. Sara
dropped her right soe along with Melissa's and both girls threw forward their left feet and this time it was Sara that dug her heel into
Melissa's ankle giving her pantyhose a run but lost her shoe in Melissa's ankle strap. With all four shoes off all four feet met at the
center under the table. Their stockinged toes press together in combat. They politely and quitely wrestled their feet and legs under
the table.
While this was going on there was a theme going around the party. Everyone was asking each other who they thought would win in
a fight, Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Sabrina the Witch. The results were about equal and everyone was curious about what would
happen if they did fight in real life.
Meanwhile, under the table, Sarah was stepping on Melissa's left foot with her right foot, while Melissa was trying to pin Sarah right
foot with her left foot. They jockeyed for position when Melissa finally pinned Sara's right fot under her left.
They continued to glare at one another not noticing that the gypsy was done reading forutnes and Skeet was calling both of their
names. They both stod but neither retrieved their shoes as the three walked away from the table.
A group of people surrounded the two girls confronting them with the same question that was floating around the whole party.
"Buffy a vampire slayer would definately kick a witches ass anyday." Shot Sarah.
"I would tend to disagree, Sarah, a witch has powers that would put a vampire slayer six feet under ground any day." Responded
Melissa.
"Oh really."
"Really."
A larger group gathered around as the two girls turned to face each other pressing their cleavage deep into each other's chests.
"Do you wish to prove your theory right here and right now?" Asked Sarah with a shaky voice as the adreniline rush was becoming
too much for her.
As Melissa looked around the room at the other guests who have already formed a cirlce around them it was clear that she could not
back down now. "I would like nothing more than to bury you right here right now."
With that Sara stuck her right leg forward in between Melissa's legs, and put her hands on her hips, "well then come and get me
Bitch!"
Melissa shoved Sarah hard making her fall backwards. Sarah got up and shoved Melissa backwards making her fall harder. Melissa
got up and both girls got into a Karate stance. This would not be a typical girl fight. Both girls were actually really trained in martial
arts.
There they stood in their identical wardrobes circling each other in a brawl that would decide who was the better woman and would
finally give them individuality from each other.
Sarah delivered a roundhouse kick right off the bat that missed Melissa's head as he ducked down to one knee. Melissa then threw a
hard right punch to Sarah's stomach making her bend over as she was winded. As Melissa stepped in to grab Sarah by the hair, Sarah
sweeped Melissa's feet out from under her and caused Melissa to fall onto the floor. Sarah pounced upon Melissa and the two began
to exchange grappling positions like two fighter in the ultimate fighting championships. They struggled on the floor for ten minutes
looking for a submission hold. People in the crowd started taunting both of them calling them cowards for fighting so defensively.
Both girls wanted to put on a good show for the crowd so they broke their respective holds.
They stood across from each other. Sarah removed her cape and taunted Melissa. "Why don't we get a little more comfortable here?"
Sarah then paraded her breasts as she flung her cape to her side.
Melissa followed suit removing her cape, "maybe this will make you feel more at home."
With that Melissa ripped Sarah's dress at her chest exposing her black push-up bra.
"Oh look your breasts are not big after all" Taunted Melissa.
With that sarah realized that this was now a fight to the finish and ripped Melissa's dress open at her cleavege line revealing a bra
supporting breasts no bigger than hers. "Hey guys anyone need to iron a shirt." Shouted Sara.
As the crowd laughed both girls became enraged and began to pull the rest of their dresses aprart. Both girls pulled from the slit in
their skirts and ripped upwards. Soon both dresses were ripped right in half. After both girls helped each other remove their dresses
they stood across form each other wearing only their pantyhose and their vampire teeth.
They lunged forward at each other. Their bodies collided with a loud SMACK as they began slapping and punching each other's
bodies and faces. their stockinged legs became entangled and they fell to the ground Melissa landing on top of Sarah. They started
to roll around the floor each girl with their hands on each other breasts pulling and twisting each other's nipples for all they were
worth.
They came to rest against a wall with sarah lying on her back. As Melissa was savaging Sarah's perky breasts, Sarah hooked her legs
over Melissa's shoulders and flung her backwards to the ground.
There both ladies lay on their backs,with each girl wrapping their legs arround each other's bodies in a leg scissor fashion. They
began to roll over and over. As both girls ended up with their chests against the floor, they both lost their leg scissor holds. They
both got on their hands and knees. Their asses became pressed together. For some odd reason they began slamming their asses
toghether. The smacks of nyloned asses slamming together echoed through the mansion.
They both wanted to continue their assaults on each other's behinds so they ended up in a 69 position. No one could understand
why as each girl rested their crotch upon the other girl's face, why they voluntarily rushed to get into that position and then it
happened. Both girls were spanking each other's asses while they grinded their pussy's into each other's faces while lying on their
sides. Then both girls began to bite into each other's crotches with their vampire teeth. they bit through each other's pantyhose
crotches and tore away each other's panties with their teeth. Each girl bit down hard into the vaginal walls of the other girl. Each girl
was ripping out pubic hair with their teeth as they bit into each other's skin. Blood began to trickle into the mouths of each vampire as
they continued to bite. Finally both girls pushed each other away in exhaustion.
Both girls were too proud to lie down for too long so they both staggered to their feet. Limping towards each other both girls began
pulling on each other's hair. Pulling with all of their might they spit out blood and pubic hair into each other's faces. They fell again to
the floor and when they hit the ground they began now to bite into each other's necks.
Now they began to bite each other everywhere and Melissa found the mark whenshe bit Sarah on her right breast. Sarah kicked
Melissa off of her body. The two approached each other on their knees and began hitting each other's breasts with their own breast.
They began to tit fight, slamming their breasts together. Both girls fell in exhaustion their breasts now bloddy and red.
Sarah fell on top of Melissa but both were on their backs their feet at each other's faces. Both girls tried to shove their stockinged
toes into each other's mouths. Melissa began to rip Sarah pantyhose from her feet. Strecthing them as she pulled them away from
Sarah's feet. Sarah beagn to do the same thing and soon both girls were completely naked.
Melissa jumped on top of Sarah who was the more tired of the two and began to shove her pantyhose into sarah's crotch. Sarah
began to scream and took the pantyhose she was holding and shoved them in Melissa's mouth trying to gag her.
Both girls now lay sideways on the floor with their hands around each other's necks trying to strangle each other. Melissa let go of
her hold for a second and hit Sarah with a right hook to the jaw that knocked Sarah unconscious.
Melissa staggered to her feet as she was escorted to the bathroom to clean up. On the floor was Sarah who lay there bleeding from
her crotch, breasts and lips. It was a close fight, but it appears a witch can deafeat a vampire slayer. And for the Hollywood guests
that were there, it was just another Halloween Bash at the Spelling mansion.

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nina's halloween party

Posted by npom on November 02, 19100 at 12:38:53:



Nina's husband is out of town the last week of October and the first week of November so Nina decides to throw a halloween party. She invites about 30 people. The invitations go out and she goes out to find herself a costume. Of course, she wants something to show off her body as best she can. She goes from store to store and just can't find anything. Finally, in the last store she was going to go to she found what she was looking for. A Playboy bunny costume. It was a perfect fit for her busty body. It was light blue and when she put it on she felt very good about herself. Her 40 inch breasts were just busting out of the top.
The night of the party came and just about everyone Nina invited showed up. Everyone made a comment to Nina how good she looked in her outfit. The men really loved it of course. About an hour into the party the doorbell rang. Nina went to answer the door and it was a friend of theirs, Jim. Jim was invited to the party but Nina didn't expect him to show up. Jim and his wife had recently divorced and he had been keeping to himself. Not only did he show up but he brought along a date. A beautiful young blonde named Susan. Jim, as well as everyone else at the party, was in his mid 40's. Susan was 21 and in her junior year of college. Susan was in a very tight fitting leopard outfit. Though she wasn't as busty as Nina she filled out the outfit very nicely. Jim introduced Susan to Nina. They were both polite but for some reason they instantly didn't like one another. Nina didn't like Susan because she had been friend's with Jim's ex-wife. Susan didn't like Nina because she was jealous of the older woman's breasts. Since this was her first date with Jim, she had intentionally got the sexy leopard outfit figuring she'd be the hottest woman there. But with Nina there in her bunny outfit that wasn't going to be the case.
Susan tried to mingle and fit in but as the night went on Susan could feel the tension in the room. Most of the women there had been friends with Jim's ex and they really resented this little college girl. Susan decided the hell with them. She was going to have a good time anyway. She went over to Jim and asked him to dance. As they were dancing she began to rub herself against Jim. Jim felt himself getting hard. Susan whispered in Jim's ear, "Can we go somewhere private." Jim knew what Susan meant. He looked around. Everyone seemed occupied. No one would miss them if they slipped away for a little while. He said to Susan "Come on, let's go out to the car." Susan said "The car's cold. There's a nice big bed upstairs. No one will even know we're up there." Jim said "What about Nina. Suppose she has to go into her room for something." Susan said "Look at her over there. She's having too much fun. Come on." Jim said "OK. But you go up first. I'll follow you up in two minutes." So Susan went up and Jim followed two minutes later.
Meanwhile, the party was a hit. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. Nina was starting to feel pretty buzzed. She was feeling a little light headed. She said to one of the women at the party, Laura, "I'm going to go lay down for about 1/2 hour. If I'm up there longer than 1/2 hour it means I fell asleep so please come and wake me up." Laura agreed.
Nina went upstairs and opened the door to her room. She couldn't believe her eyes. There was Jim and Susan naked in her bed. Jim jumped up and said "Nina, we're sorry." Susan stayed under the covers. Nina said "You two have no respect for me. How could you just come up here and screw in my bed." Susan, in a sarcastic tone said "Sorry." Nina said "I want both of you out of here now." Susan got up and said "Ok. Let's get dressed Jim." As they were getting dressed Susan said to Jim "You know, that's most likely the most action this bed has seen in a while." Nina said "What did you say." Susan said "You heard me." Nina said "You little slut. Get dressed before I throw you out." Susan, who had her pants on but not her top yet, stopped cold and said "Be my guest." Nina saw red. She charged at Susan. Susan sidestepped and grabbed Nina's arm and twisted it behind Nina's back. She used her other arm to wrap around Nina's neck. She tightened her grip and said to Nina "Come on, throw me out bitch." Nina struggled to break free but the younger girl was too strong. Jim was standing in the corner with his mouth wide open in disbelief. Susan said to Jim "Go downstairs. I'm going to teach this bitch a little lesson. Make sure no one comes up." Nina was still trying to break Susan's grip. Jim, who found he was turned on by all this, hesitated to leave but he did.
Susan said to Nina "Now it's just me and you. I'm going to show you what a sport I am. I'm going to give you another chance." With that Susan let Nina out of her grasp with a push. Nina stumbled to the ground. She got up and faced Susan's 5 foot 7 inch toned body. Nina knew that her only chance would be to try to knock Susan over and get to the door. She rushed at Susan but again Susan was too fast. As Nina rushed forward Susan sidestepped again and stuck her leg out so that Nina went crashing to the floor. Nina landed with a thud. Susan pounced on top of her. She ripped open the back of Nina's bunny costume. Nina tried to turn over but Susan had her knee dug into Nina's back. Susan grabbed Nina by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Nina's hands were swinging wildly hoping that one found it's mark. One did hit Susan across the face but all this did was make Susan more mad than she already was. She reached over and ripped off the rest of Nina's outfit. Now both women were topless. Susan with just her leopard leotards and Nina in just her panties. Susan said "Look at those big brown nipples". With that she reached and dug her claws into Nina's dark brown aereola. She began to spin Nina around. Nina felt like her tits were being yanked off. Susan let go and Nina went flying into the corner of the bedroom.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the guests heard all the banging upstairs and were beginning to wonder what was going on. Laura, who Nina had asked to come up and get her started to make her way to the stairs. Jim stopped her and said that Nina had told him to tell Laura that she didn't want to be disturbed. Laura was skeptical. Jim said that Nina would be down in about 20 minutes. Laura backed off.
Back upstairs Susan was pounding on Nina. She had Nina down on the ground with her ass smothering Nina's face. As she was doing this she was twisting and mauling Nina's tits. Nina's arms were flapping up and down as she struggled to break free. Susan stood up over Nina. Nina's hands immediately went to her own sore breasts. Susan looked down and said "Come on, throw me out." She began to stomp her foot down on Nina's chest. She kept saying it and every time she did she would stomp down on Nina's tits. She then leaped in the air and brought her knee down across Nina's breasts. This was more pain than Nina had ever felt. As Nina was squirming in pain Susan reached down and ripped off Nina's panties. She grabbed Nina by the ankles and spread open her legs. Nina sobbed "Please, don't". Susan laughed and said "And you were going to throw me out." With that she brought her foot crashing down into Nina's black pussy. Nina howled in pain. Without hesitating Susan flipped Nina over while still holding onto her legs. She planted her foot on Nina's back and pulled back on Nina's legs. Nina felt like her back would break. Susan let go of Nina's ankles and sat on Nina's back. She began to smack Nina's ass. She then turned around, layed down on top of Nina and brought her hands underneath Nina. She grabbed Nina's breasts and began to squeeze. Nina tried to force herself up but Susan's pressure on her back was too much. As she squeezed Susan lifted her midsection up and began to slam it down onto Nina. Susan said to Nina "How's that feel bitch." Nina begged her to stop. Susan said "sure I'll stop." She did only to flip Nina onto her back and grab a hold of Nina's pussy. She began to yank at Nina's pubic hairs with one hand and pull on Nina's tits with the other.
Downstairs, all the guests heard Nina's last scream of pain and began to make their way up the stairs. Jim didn't try to stop them. They got up to the bedroom and heard Nina's cries of anguish. They opened the door and saw Susan yanking at Nina's tits and pussy. They all looked at one another. Susan looked up but didn't let go of Nina. Susan said "Look, stay out of this. This is between me and her." One of the women, Donna, stepped forward and said "You keep right on doing what you're doing honey. This should have been done a long time ago." She turned to the other women "Am I right girls?" All of the women nodded. The men didn't say anything. Donna then said "We'll leave you alone. Let us know when you're done." With that they went back downstairs.
Susan looked down at Nina and said "And those are your friends huh?" With that she lifted Nina to her feet. She brought Nina over to the dresser. She said "Which drawer has the bras?" Nina pointed. Susan pulled one out and she threw Nina onto the bed and pounced on her again. She used the bra like a small rope and wrapped it around Nina's left breast and began to pull it tighter and tighter. Nina bucked and kicked but Susan wouldn't let go. Finally she did, only to do the same thing to the right breast. She then reached into the drawer for another bra. She pulled Nina to the top of the bed. With the two bras she tied Nina's wrists to the bedposts. She then got on top of Nina and slowly brought her tits down into Nina's face. Susan said "They may not be as big as yours, but they'll do the trick." Susan began to swing her 34C tits from side to side smacking Nina across the face. She then brought them down and began to smother Nina with them. Finally she got up off of Nina. Nina was breathing heavily. Her chest heaving up and down.
Susan got down off the bed and slowly slid her leotards off . She then took off her own panties. A look of panic went across Nina's face. Susan said "Don't worry sweety, I don't want your mouth near my pussy. But I do want you to taste it." She then took her panties and wiped her wet pussy with it. She told Nina to open her mouth. At first Nina resisted. Susan said "fine" and grabbed a hold of Nina's left nipple and began to squeeze. Nina said "Please stop." Susan said "Open your mouth and I'll stop." Nina had no choice. Susan said "Thats it." With that she stuffed her panties into Nina's mouth. Susan then said "You know. I think your friends need to see this." She then called up the guests. They couldn't believe they're eyes. For the men, it was something they had always dreamed of seeing, Nina's naked body on a bed. For the women it was also nice to see, Nina humiliated, tied with her own bras to the bed and with another woman's panties in her mouth.
Susan said "I have an idea. I think every woman here should get a smack." The women's eyes lit up. Donna was first. She went up to Nina and said "This is for every time you flashed your tits in my husband's face." Donna, who had a huge diamon ring on the finger of her right hand brought her right fist crashing down into Nina's tit. She held it there and dug in with the ring.
One by one each woman got a crack at Nina and her tits. Each woman's sadistic streak came out in them as they punished Nina's breasts in different ways. Paula took two credit cards out of her purse and stuck one of Nina's nipples between them and squeezed. Marla, who was dressed as a cat and had extra long nails attached delighted in digging them into Nina's tits. On and on it went until finally they had had enough. One by one they left. Each getting in one last slap at Nina's tits before they left. Finally only Susan and Jim were left. Nina was still tied to the bed. Susan went over and took her panties out of Nina's mouth. Susan said "We're leaving now. I had a very nice time at your party. Thank you very much." With that she smacked Nina's tits one more time and walked out. It took Nina about 2 more hours before she was able to wiggle her wrists free of her bras. The only thing she could think of was how would she be able to face anyone again. Most of her supposed "friends" were at the party and had delighted in what had happened. She figured it might be time to move....to be continued