POM POM GIRLS
(By EMERY)
The strawberry
blonde moved with a dangerous grace on the stage, Andrea
admitted grudgingly from her seat in the front row, although
the deliveries of her lines were still very stiff. The other
members of the cast seemed perfectly mesmerized by the
cheerleader's presence, however, as well as her incredibly
tight body shaped by long hours of dancing. Andrea had to
admit the blonde had a body that demanded attention. Lovely,
long legs were topped by a gorgeous ass that was the envy of
the other girls on the cheerleading squad, and which she
paraded on stage by wearing black bicycle shorts that clung
to her butt. She had beautifully smooth skin, tanned a sexy
light bronze from the sun and sharp, sexy features to match
the rest of her toned body. Firm, almost perfectly round
breasts strained against the blonde's tight Lycra top.
Somehow, the cheerleader always managed to arrive breathless
from the gym before rehearsal, the brunette thought,
although she had appreciated having another female hard body
to compete with, especially a blonde cheerleader, at least
at first. Andrea crossed her long legs in front of her
slowly as she caught the blonde's sparkling blue eyes from
the stage; the cheerleader stood perfectly still for a
moment, caught in the smooth, defined lines of Helen's
strong legs.
"Helen!" the director said suddenly from her seat next to
Andrea. When the blonde looked up coolly, she prompted her
somewhat impatiently, "...Your line?"
The sneer of triumph which graced Helen's generous red lips
faded as Helen delivered her line calmly, as if nothing had
happened. The rehearsal continued, and Andrea took the
stage, silently seething, which added an extra edge to her
delivery. Helen had a very minor role in the production, and
the girls didn't even have a scene together, but Andrea
found herself thinking about the blonde as the rehearsal
continued, aware of every small movement that the
cheerleader made, from the bitchy, impatient shifting of her
powerful hips to the exaggerated sighs she affected which
gave everyone else an even better look at her lush cleavage,
always keeping the blonde in the periphery of her vision. At
one point, the brunette even caught Helen staring at her own
tight ass, and Andrea gave it an audacious shake beneath her
spandex shorts. The blonde kept staring, however, only
glancing away when a female cast member turned to ask her a
question.
After rehearsal, Andrea looked around quickly for Helen, but
the blonde was swept away on a small tide of her friends,
and the brunette was similarly waylaid by several of the
actresses in the department who wanted to talk about the
play. She talked with them absently; her thoughts kept
turning back to the blonde cheerleader. Helen and Andrea had
known each other only in passing, through a few of their
common acquaintances before last week when the blonde had
decided she wanted to have a part in the next play staged by
the drama department. The brief, hot glances which they had
traded in the halls before suddenly became much more serious
and appraising in a very short time, as their personalities
clashed at rehearsal. Despite the fact that they didn't
share any scenes together, both Andrea and Helen could
occasionally hear the other make a catty snipe at each other
to another cast member, and the sheer physical presence of
the other girl seemed to drive each woman to seething sexual
rages. Both girls demanded to be the center of attention,
with their aggressive beauty and forceful presence. Andrea
could not believe the blonde had the presumption to demand
(and draw) as much attention as she did from the other cast
members, despite having such a minor role in the play.
Meanwhile, Helen was enjoying every single moment of her
experience in the production, especially upstaging the
bitchy brunette who she had taken an almost immediate
dislike to. The cheerleader was known as a complete slut and
some of the more snotty cheerleaders whispered among
themselves of the unbelievably dirty things Helen had done,
and with some of the other cheerleaders, no less, but the
blonde possessed a lurid attraction which most people found
hard to resist. For her part, Andrea had an almost matching
reputation among the actresses in the drama department, but
like her rival, she had a vitality that drew people to her,
even some of the girls that whispered about her behind her
back.
As the brunette walked back to her apartment alone, her
thoughts turned to one particular story she had heard tossed
around the drama department about Helen and another blonde
actress in the department named Wendy. During spring break,
a lot of students from the college went down to a nearby
beach, approximately sixty miles from the campus, and some
of the parties tended to get extremely wild. The general
rumour was that the two blondes had gotten wildly drunk at a
beach house party, and had traded incredibly dirty insults
before an equally inebriated gathering. After the party had
disintegrated, some of the guests there swore they saw Helen
and Wendy leaving discreetly to meet down at the darkened
beach in their provocative two-piece suits. No one actually
saw the girls together, but neither of them could be found
the next day, although when asked about it, both girls
blamed their absences on hangovers. Andrea had been unable
to get the story out from Wendy, who had gotten increasingly
uncooperative with her during the past quarter, and none of
the cheerleaders could get anything out of Helen, either.
Andrea let herself into her apartment, where she found her
roommate Harumi sitting typing away at the computer. The
Japanese girl looked up at her curiously as she came in.
"Someone knocked on the door and left you this," Harumi
said.
She held out a fistful of rose stems gingerly, the blossoms
having been sheared completely off. There was a small white
envelope taped to the bundle with "Andrea" printed on the
front. "Another angry boyfriend?" the Asian girl asked her
friend with quiet amusement.
"Something like that," Andrea said with a rueful smile. Her
heart was racing as she took the envelope from Harumi,
though. Helen's bold, sexy face, which she had been brooding
on all afternoon, forced itself to the front of her
consciousness with such violence that the brunette's legs
almost buckled, but she managed to laugh and say, "I won't
even bother reading this." She tossed the stems into the
garbage and crumpled up the note in her hand, but when
Harumi turned back to resume her typing, Helen
surreptitiously made off into her bedroom with the note in
hand, and closed the door with a trembling hand.
Notwithstanding her experience in girl to girl
confrontations, Andrea never failed to get an incredible,
almost orgasmic rush from a challenge. The brunette eagerly
tore off the envelope, but the only thing she found on the
piece of paper inside was the word "BITCH" written raggedly
in red lipstick. Taking a seat at her desk, Andrea almost
screamed with frustration. Crumpling the note in her hand
again, the brunette considered all of the possible authors
of the note. Despite what she told her roommate, Andrea's
casual affairs never got serious enough to provoke any
harassment from angry boyfriends, but the brunette had
certainly gotten into a number of dirty showdowns with
several other girls on campus. Any one of those bitches
could have sent her this note. Still, Helen couldn't forget
the hungry, jealous glares that she had exchanged with Helen
during the last week, and there had been sordid rumours
about the blonde cheerleader and other girls on campus even
before the supposed fight last spring with Wendy.
Andrea finally settled on sending a similar note to the
blonde. Taking a stick of her dark crimson lipstick from a
desk drawer, she scrawled wildly in an attempt to mask her
handwriting, "I KNOW IT WAS YOU, SLUT," on a piece of paper.
She knew Helen's address from a common friend they shared,
and the next day, she sent her letter off without a return
address.
The brunette spent the next few days at rehearsal discreetly
observing her blonde rival, hoping wildly for some sign from
Helen that would confirm the challenge. She was
disappointed, however; apart from the usual cool looks
exchanged by the two girls, she got nothing from the
cheerleader. The blonde continued to wear her tight aerobics
outfits to rehearsal, simpering around the stage like a
prima donna, but after a completely uneventful week,
although she sometimes thought of the blonde, Andrea largely
forgot about the note, swept up in the excitement of the
production as opening day drew closer.
Andrea was studying late at the library one night for a
history exam the next day when a sudden impulse to examine
the costumes for the play seized her. She walked quickly
across the length of the campus, and let herself into the
building which was deserted at this hour. The brunette
navigated the dim maze of hallways until she came to the
dark, damp basement where the costumes were kept. Fingering
the gauzy fabric of her costume, a floor length evening
gown, Andrea smiled mischievously. The gown already showed a
great amount of the brunette's creamy cleavage, but if
someone would cut the skirt up to her thigh, it would make a
wicked outfit for a tussle with the slutty cheerleader. A
small shudder ran through her body as Andrea fingered the
pearls which would rest between her two creamy breasts and
she imagined locking legs and matching cool breast flesh
with Helen, who looked absolutely delicious in her
cheerleader's outfit, her red-gold hair held back innocently
with a red ribbon. With a small sigh, the brunette put back
her outfit and left the building to head for home.
There was a soft rustling in the bushes outside when Andrea
emerged into the night air. The brunette froze, listening
intently, but a group of laughing girls walking across the
brick pathway masked any further sounds she might have
detected. With an uncomfortable glance around her, Andrea
began to walk uneasily toward home, glancing over her
shoulder occasionally at the dark bushes and pine trees that
grew all over campus and which, she thought somewhat
nervously, contained a thousand hiding places for anyone who
might be following her. The brunette thought she heard
footsteps at times as she made her way off campus; every
sound seemed magnified in the darkness and a snapping twig
almost sent her scrambling with unaccustomed fright. She
made it home without anything further happening, however,
but as she thought about the incident later that night, safe
and warm in her apartment, Helen was almost certain she had
heard a female's low laughter afterward. The sound magnified
itself repeatedly in her mind as the brunette brooded on it,
until she could almost hear Helen's bitchy nasal voice
playing in her head. A hot flush slowly suffused Andrea's
ivory skin, until she slammed down the textbook she was
reading, and sat down at her desk to plan her revenge on the
blonde cheerleader.
Helen paused as she ran through the mail spread across the
top of her desk when she saw another plain white envelope
addressed to her without a return address. The shaking in
her hands as she tore open the envelope and spilled out its
contents only intensified as she read the note the brunette
bitch had typed her:
"Helen, I was thinking about you the other night while I was
browsing through the costumes for the play. I'm sorry they
gave you such a plain dress, girl, but we all have to make
the best of what we have, don't we? - Clothes as well as
looks? I’ve seen you staring at me on stage, Blondie, and I
know you think you are one hot slut, but if you really want
to find out who the hottest bitch on campus is, you'll stop
stalking me like a little pussy and meet me woman to woman.
I dare you to face my creamy boobs with yours, my hot ass
with yours, my SEX with yours - just us girls, as long as it
takes, to the finish. Afterward, I might let you lick the
tits you're always staring at. How does that sound, bitch?
Meet me down at the basement of Gould Hall on Friday night
at 6 pm, if you want to settle things between us. There
probably won't be anyone around, but be quiet anyway, we
don't want anyone finding us before we're through with each
other, do we? Why don't you wear that cute cheerleading
outfit of yours, bitch. I have one from high school I've
been dying to use for just this kind of thing. I'll be
waiting for you, whore!"
The blonde literally snarled when she finished the letter,
ripping it apart in her hands, letting the pieces flutter
into the garbage. "So, the bitch wants to tangle with a
cheerleader, does she?" Helen murmured, walking over to her
closet and taking out her cheerleading outfit, holding the
tight sweater up to her cleavage and modelling the skirt
which came down just past her lean thighs against her long,
elegant legs. An unmistakable sexual excitement was twisting
Helen's stomach into knots. The blonde began to perspire
with excitement, thinking about the brunette in a similarly
short skirt, their long legs locked angrily underneath; red
claws lifting tight cotton sweaters over tight cleavage;
rolling over and over on the cold floor of the basement,
writhing with the passion of their fight. Helen licked her
lips as she thought of the arrogant brunette lying defeated
underneath her boobs and sex, forced into a sobbing
admission of the blonde's dominance of her as a woman. "I'll
be there, bitch," she whispered.
Friday night seemed to take forever to come around for the
blonde cheerleader. The cool, hostile looks that she
previously exchanged with Andrea had been replaced with
hungrier, more frightening glares, and the slow, arrogant
sneers the brunette occasionally gave the blonde with her
full lips drove Helen to almost uncontrollable sexual rages
which had seriously hurt her performance during rehearsal,
to the point where the director continually rolled her eyes
whenever Helen delivered her lines. The blonde promised
herself that she'd pay Andrea back for each and every
humiliation she had endured during rehearsal, though, and
much, much more...
Helen stood outside Gould Hall at 5:50 and forced herself to
calm down. She was dressed casually, in a pair of
sweatpants, a grey sweatshirt, and running shoes. A blue
athletic bag slung over one shoulder carried the
cheerleading outfit she would wear in the fight with Andrea.
As she walked through the doors and moved toward the
basement, Helen worried briefly about the damage Andrea
could do to her outfit with her red nails, but the brunette
had mentioned body fighting in her letter, and she had
noticed during the past week that the brunette had clipped
her nails short recently, so Helen didn't worry too much
about a vicious clawing contest with her rival. Besides, the
thought of tangling with Andrea's hot body in tight
cheerleading outfits was enough to convince the impetuous
blonde to disregard all caution.
Andrea had been right: the building was completely deserted
except for a few janitors. The blonde slipped into the
girl's room on the first floor and changed into her outfit,
almost dizzy with excitement. The basement was just around
the corner to the right, so Helen chose not to put her shoes
on. The concrete flooring of the steps felt cool on her warm
bare feet. The stairway to the basement was dimly lit, and
as the cheerleader pushed open the door, she was engulfed by
complete darkness. She looked around the room quickly for
her rival, then relaxed when she found that she had beaten
Andrea there. Closing the door behind her, Helen glided
across the floor toward the far corner and hid herself
partially behind a rack of costumes.
Almost ten minutes passed in silence. Helen fumed quietly,
digging her red nails into the palms of her hands and
imagining what she would like to do to Andrea with them. She
was certain that the brunette had no intention of showing up
to their fight, and she was about to leave when the door
opened slowly, letting in a small ray of light which
nevertheless had Helen blinking painfully. The clatter of
heels sounded uncertainly on the hard floor as a female
figure moved into the room, looking over her shoulder
nervously.
"So, bitch-" Helen began angrily before she was cut off by a
hand which reached through the doorway confidently and
switched on the lights, blinding the blonde momentarily.
Covering her eyes frantically with one hand, the cheerleader
squinted across the room desperately only to find a small
girl standing staring at her confusedly. A pair of
ridiculous stiletto heels graced the girl's small feet, and
standing next to her was Andrea, dressed in jeans and a
sweatshirt. The brunette gave Helen a sneer of complete
triumph which almost caused the cheerleader to throw herself
at her rival's body, despite the presence of the little
girl.
"Oh, I didn't realize anyone was here," Andrea said
innocently. She took the little girl's hand in her own and
said to her, triumphant laughter hiding just underneath her
words, "C'mon sis, we'd better leave."
"But you said we could look at the costumes!" the girl said
petulantly.
"We'll get some ice cream," the brunette said placating,
pushing the girl gently up the stairs. She turned back to
the blonde cheerleader and said with a cruel sneer, "Nice
outfit, Helen," laughing softly to mask the desire which the
sight of the barefoot blonde in her tight outfit excited in
her. The cheerleader gave her rival a look of absolute
hatred as the sisters disappeared up the stairway, with the
little girl complaining, "These weird shoes are hurting my
feet, Helen..."
Much later that night, Andrea was sitting with her legs
drawn up beneath her on her bed, absently running a hand up
and down the smooth lines of her legs, picturing Helen again
in her tight sweater and skirt, seeing once more the hatred
and desire she had seen in the blonde cheerleader's blue
eyes down in the basement that night. She didn't know what
Helen intended to do, but Helen was certain that she, at
least, was not going to let their rivalry dissolve without
consummating it with a hot fight with the blonde bitch's
sexy body. Andrea fingered the white cotton sweater of her
high school cheerleading outfit which she had spread out on
top of her bed. The brunette had dropped from her school's
cheerleading squad after her sophomore year, having had
enough of the sheep-like girls who had comprised the
majority of the cheerleaders at her school. It was not much
of a surprise, then, when the sweater proved uncomfortably
tight when Andrea pulled it on over her ample cleavage. She
took a look at herself in the mirror: the sweater barely
came to her belly button, but even that added to the
innocent sexuality of the outfit, Andrea thought, smiling
nastily in anticipation. There would certainly be nothing
innocent about what the two rivals would do to each other in
their outfits.
The football team had a home game this Saturday, Andrea
thought. It was the perfect opportunity. Andrea wore a large
coat and loose jeans to the game, which she watched from the
bleachers with a few friends. The action on the field and
the subdued cheering from the small contingent on hand to
watch their team were both white noises to the brunette w ho
kept turning her head to watch the blonde cheerleader with
the red ribbon in her hair dancing on the sideline. Helen's
generous breasts jiggled underneath her tight sweater as she
bounced up and down, waving her red-and-white pompoms, and
the brunette found that she had a hard time keeping her eyes
off her blonde rival enough not to arouse the suspicion of
her friends.
"You don't look too good, Andrea," Harumi said a little
worriedly when the game ended and the crowd began to
disperse.
"What?" Andrea said absently. "Oh - I'm fine," the brunette
said. "I was just thinking of something I need to take care
of." She took a quick glance around the stadium, noticing
Helen's blonde head of hair moving toward the locker room
with the other cheerleaders. "You guys go back without me,"
she said, "I'll be back later tonight."
Leaving her friends at the foot of the bleachers, Andrea
pushed her way through the crowd and into the school
gymnasium, which the cheerleaders had entered a few minutes
ago. Slipping into an empty corner, the brunette quickly
stripped off her coat and jeans and stuffed them into the
bag she had slung over one shoulder, leaving her dressed in
her too-tight cheerleading outfit. By this time, most of the
other girls had already dressed and left the girl's locker
room. As she made her way carefully toward it, Andrea hoped
fervently that the blonde had seen the single rose stem she
had left outside the girl's locker room door right before
the game started.
The brunette took a deep breath before she pushed open the
door and slipped quietly inside the damp, harshly lit locker
room. She quickly spotted Helen's blonde mane with its
bright red ribbon, but there were still a few other girls
hanging around the locker room, so Andrea made her way to an
empty stretch of lockers. The sweater which the brunette
wore looked enough like the cheerleading outfit of the
school, at least from the back, that none of the other girls
noticed her. Andrea took a quick glance at her blonde rival
over the row of lockers which separated them. The blonde was
sitting on the bench in front of her locker, pretending to
rummage through her bag, meanwhile sneaking little looks
around the locker room. When she spotted Andrea's dark brown
eyes staring at her, the blonde turned back to her bag with
an angry toss of her golden mane. Bending over, the blonde
began working on her shoelaces, pulling off her tennis shoes
and socks, leaving her barefoot on the concrete floor of the
locker room. Seeing this, Andrea also removed her shoes,
wiggling her toes on the smooth grey floor, enjoying the
intense sexual sensations that always preceded one of her
girl fights, and the moist, sweaty odour of the locker room.
The two rivals were completely alone at this point, and they
turned toward each other with hungry looks on their
beautiful faces.
"What's the matter, Andrea?" said Helen. "Didn't you bring
anyone to protect you this time?" the blonde demanded
angrily, being careful not to raise her voice to much more
than a soft hiss. Even though the gymnasium should be
largely empty by now, a loud disturbance might draw a
curious cleaning lady or a straggling cheerleader, and
neither girl wanted anything to interrupt their long-awaited
confrontation. Even so, the echoes which resounded in the
empty locker room easily carried the cheerleader's words to
the brunette in the next row.
"This is really more of private fight," the brunette said
smoothly. "...Don't you think so, Blondie?"
"Come over here and face me then, whore," Helen said
raggedly.
"Strange words for a stalker to use," Andrea sneered. She
began walking slowly down toward the end of her row of
lockers. Turning smoothly on one long leg in front of
Helen's row, Andrea put her hands on her powerful hips,
thrusting her straining chest out in front of her in a
challenging pose. The actress's large brown nipples could be
seen quite clearly by the blonde, outlined provocatively
against the stretched fabric of her sweater. The girls
studied each other's bodies silently for a full minute from
opposite ends of the row, separated only by the cold
concrete.
"What did I write?" the brunette said to Helen softly.
"...woman to woman?" She lifted the cheerleader's skirt she
wore up with her hands to show Helen her naked cunt
underneath: full, wide sex lips surrounded by a dark jungle
of pubic hair. "Why don’t you show me what a big woman you
are, pompom girl?" Andrea said.
Keeping her eyes on her rival's furry cunt coolly, Helen
reached underneath her own skirt and smoothly slipped off
her pair of pink panties. The blonde put one of her feet on
top of the wooden bench to the side of her, giving her dark
haired rival an almost complete look at the cheerleader's
strong tan thighs and rippling leg muscles, before reaching
down and flipping up her skirt, exposing her light blonde
cunt, with its pad of soft cunt hair. Andrea could clearly
make out the tan lines around the cheerleader's crotch; the
skin surrounding the blonde's cunt was a milky white, soft
and smooth.
"That's a pretty cunt you have, girl," Andrea said softly.
"But can it pump with mine?"
"Do you want a fuck fight, bitch?" Helen demanded.
"What I want is everything your prissy body can give me,
blonde meat," Andrea said.
"You can suck on my sweet tits with your dirty mouth,
whore."
"You can suck on my big nipples, bitch," the brunette
retorted.
"After you lick my hot snatch, cunt."
Andrea's lovely mouth curled back in a sensual sneer. "If
you only knew how many blonde cunts I've whipped-"
"You've never met a blonde cunt like mine," Helen assured
her rival. Moving her foot off the bench, the strawberry
blonde began to walk slowly toward her rival down the warm
concrete row. "And your hot ass won't be the first I've
whipped, either."
"I've seen you raping me with your blue eyes on stage,
girl," Andrea said, matching the cheerleader's slow strides,
closing the distance between the rivals with agonizing
deliberateness. "Now let's see if you can do it with your
hard body, bitch."
"I'm going to drag you out of this locker room by your black
hair," the blonde promised her. The girls were now only a
few feet apart. Helen's cruel blue eyes locked onto Andrea's
hypnotic brown orbs in a glare which held a dangerously hot
desire. The blonde cheerleader made the first move between
the rivals, driving a fist hard into Andrea's belly, right
underneath her tight cotton sweater. The impact elicited a
pained grimace from the actress, but she retaliated
immediately, sending her fist flying into Helen's left
breast underneath her sweater, provoking a muted cry of fury
from the cheerleader. The fight which both women had dreamed
of for weeks had begun, and now the rivals let loose all of
the sexual anger they had built up on each other's hard
bodies, sending a series of rough punches in to pound flat
stomachs and firm boobs. As each fist was driven home,
Andrea and Helen let out a sexy grunt that was almost a
growl, driving each other to even greater levels of girlish
anger.
Helen grimaced as she pushed her body in close to the
brunette's, her sweater thankfully absorbing some of the
force from a powerful punch delivered by Andrea. Reaching up
with two hands for her rival's inky locks, the cheerleader
gave Andrea's scalp such a vicious yank that the brunette's
legs almost buckled. Sensing an advantage, the blonde used
her powerful legs to spread apart her rival's strong pair
and suddenly pushed her hot cunt up into Andrea's. The
brunette's fur was rougher and more abrasive than Helen's,
but the actress was too surprised to do anything to the
blonde's cunt with her pussy fur at the moment. Helen drove
her stumbling rival down the concrete row, aided by the
considerable mass of her cleavage pushing against Andrea's
conical boobs through their sweaters, until the brunette
twisted her supple body and allowed her rival to push her
down onto the hard wooden bench.
The cruel smile which parted Helen's red lips as she slammed
her rival's back down onto the bench disappeared as Andrea
wrapped her dancer's legs around the blonde's slim waist,
using them to pull her rival down to meet her body. The
girls hissed softly in each other's ears as they rolled
roughly down the wooden bench slowly, pulling soft hair and
fitfully trying to pull tight sweaters over hard boobs.
Andrea ripped out the red ribbon which graced Helen's blonde
mane and let it flutter down to the floor. It was harder for
the blonde to get a good grip on Andrea's short, silky locks
so she went to work on the brunette's sweater, jerking it
upwards roughly in a side to side motion to pull it off
Andrea's chest.
The girls locked their sexy young legs together as they
tangled on the bench, smooth leg muscles rippling with
effort as the girls wrestled, rolling over and over slowly
down the wooden board. By the time the girls reached the end
of the bench, both sweaters had been pulled clear of heaving
cleavage, and hung uncomfortably around each girl's neck.
The girls toppled off of the wooden board and onto the
concrete floor with a hard thud. Unfortunately for the
actress, she landed on her back with her blonde rival on top
of her, and had the wind knocked out of her for a few
moments. Helen delivered two stinging open-hand slaps to
Andrea's soft face from her seat astride the brunette's
chest. The cheerleader's hot crotch inadvertently rubbed up
against Andrea's smooth cleavage from this position. Seeing
this, Andrea moved her chest side to side, rubbing the
blonde's furry crotch with her tits, evoking a momentary
shudder from the blonde which allowed the actress to buck
her off. Rolling apart from each other on the warm floor of
the locker room, the rivals separated to sit back on their
haunches several feet from each other, breathing with
exertion and the hot, sticky lust each girl felt.
"You dirty bitch," Helen hissed angrily, rubbing the blonde
fur of her crotch with one hand softly, as if to erase the
touch of Andrea's breast flesh from it.
"What's the matter, Blondie?" Andrea asked softly, nastily.
"I would have thought a big slut like you would have done
just about everything?"
The cheerleader's blue eyes narrowed in anger. "Listen here,
whore," she said raggedly. "I'll crawl into the filthiest
gutter with your body any day, slut."
"Will you let me fuck you with these big nipples of mine,
pussy?" the actress demanded.
"Only if you let me fuck you with mine, you pale bitch,"
Helen whispered.
In answer, Andrea rose to her bare feet dangerously,
wiggling out of her short skirt sensuously, letting it fall
to her feet, as her blonde rival bared her own blonde pussy.
The girls pulled off the cotton sweaters bunched up around
their necks, giving their soft manes a bitchy shake as they
removed the last of their clothing.
"I like your bikini, girl," Andrea sneered, referring to the
expanse of milky skin around the blonde's crotch and the
creamy lower half of Helen's firm boobs. Smiling nastily,
Helen displayed the entire length of her supple body for
Andrea with a slow and sensual undulation of her frame in a
simple dance move she had learned from a friend who stripped
at a local club.
"It's even better up close, baby."
"Touch me with it, whore," Andrea breathed. The girls came
together almost gently this time, taking each other by their
smooth shoulders and easing each other down to the warm
concrete. Andrea grabbed a hold of Helen's hard tan calves
with both hands, spreading the blonde's lissom legs apart
deliciously, as she felt the cheerleader parting her own
long legs. Gingerly, the actress pressed one of her hard
boobs into the steaming valley between the cheerleader's
thighs, her brown nipple hardening to its full length as it
entered the smothering confines of Helen's pussy, rubbing
wetly against the soft pink folds of the blonde's labia. The
girls slowly began their dirty contest, fucking each other's
steaming pussies with their erect nipples, humping each
other's bodies while they lay side by side on the floor.
"You dirty, dirty bitch," Helen moaned, her blonde pussy
tingling with an almost painful pleasure, the sensations the
brunette was forcing upon her were so intense.
"You like it, don't you, whore?" Andrea breathed, her words
coming in short gasps as her own cunt bore the assault of
the blonde's tits.
"Not as much as you like feeling my nipple inside you,
bitch," the cheerleader said, as she lifted her top leg and
cradled her rival's head between her muscled thighs. She
gave Andrea's head a soft squeeze, and immediately felt her
rival's thighs wrap around her own head, encircling her
beautiful face with creamy girl flesh. The blonde suddenly
felt Andrea's short nails dig into her tan thighs firmly,
and she let out a strangled gasp as the brunette jammed her
hard boob deep inside into Helen's steaming crotch. As if it
sensed the presence of Andrea's dark probe, the blonde's sex
horn emerged from its place within the cheerleader's pussy,
hardening into an erect, tingling sexual weapon.
"I'm going to tie your little clit into knots with my
nipple, lover," Andrea promised her rival with a soft snarl.
With another violent thrust inside the cheerleader's cunt,
Andrea's rubbery brown nipple found its target, licking down
the length of Helen's clit deliciously. A small explosion of
pleasure took hold of Andrea's left breast, but it was
nothing compared to the orgasmic eruption which shook the
blonde's lovely frame, causing her to buck wildly against
her rival's creamy flesh. Riding Helen's spasming body
expertly, the brunette rolled on top of the cheerleader, her
boob still lodged firmly inside Helen's drooling pussy.
"You are so wet, girl," Andrea gloated, continuing to hump
Helen's cunt with her breasts. The brunette's firm ass
cheeks could be seen pointing skyward from her position on
top of the cheerleader, tight with tension as she braced her
long legs on the floor on either side of the blonde's body.
"So are you," Helen said defiantly, thrusting upward with
her chest at the furry cunt above her, the cheerleader's
powerful ass lifting off the concrete floor with the effort,
but Andrea agilely arched her pretty ass even higher into
the air, avoiding Helen's tits. The blonde snarled with
frustration and then gasped as Andrea's nipple found her
clit again, caressing it electrically. Helen knew she
couldn't take much more of Andrea's nipple-work on her
aching cunt. Reaching over her head with her sharp red
nails, the blonde dug into the creamy ass dancing on top of
her prone body, spreading Andrea's smooth ass cheeks apart
painfully, causing the surprised actress to let loose a
strangled gasp and, more importantly, stop her dirty work in
Helen's crotch . Finally able to relax her clenched teeth,
the cheerleader let out an explosive breath, and sent her
rival stumbling forward to fall on her knees with a rough
push against her ass.
The look Andrea gave the cheerleader was murderous as she
whipped around to face her, but the blonde didn't give her
time to say anything as she lashed out with a long leg at
the brunette's face. Andrea ducked underneath her rival's
attempt and began to flash kicks at the blonde's hard body
herself, aiming for the cheerleader's flat stomach and the
smooth curves of Helen's breast flesh. The girls danced
around each other for several minutes, their long legs
lashing at each other's smooth flesh in high, cheerleading
kicks which looked spectacular, but rarely delivered more
than a glancing blow.
Almost by accident, one of Helen's high kicks connected, her
barefoot pressing solidly against Andrea's soft cheek,
driving the actress crashing into a row of lockers
ass-first. The cheerleader was on her in a second, locking
her fingers with Andrea's and lifting the brunette's arms
over her head, then meeting her rival violently breast on
breast, slamming the actress into the metal lockers roughly.
The metallic rattle which resulted echoed loudly around the
empty locker room.
"Now let's see how your breasts do when they have to face
another girl's boobs, bitch," Helen whispered vindictively,
pushing her erect, pink nipples into Andrea's firm breast
flesh. The brunette actress moaned and struggled against the
blonde's hands which kept her own pinned to the locker, and
the girls engaged in a slow-motion test of strength. After a
full minute of painful arm wrestling, filled with girlish
grunts of anger, Andrea managed to free her hands from the
side of the locker. The girls stood more or less in
equivalent positions now, arms thrust out between them, and
powerful hips thrust out behind them. Besides the palms of
their hands, the only contact between the girls was made by
their sweaty breast flesh pressing roughly together.
"Are these the tits I hear all of the girls talking about,
doll-baby?" Andrea asked, rubbing her tits dirtily into the
blonde's sweaty orbs.
"These are the tits you're going to be sucking, slut," Helen
hissed, her ass muscles clenching as she drove her round
tits forward to grind against the brunette's breast flesh.
"No, they're the tits I'm going to milk," the actress
replied. "Milk with my big nipples..."
"You can't milk a big bitch like me with those weak things,"
Helen breathed, her warm, sweet breath kissing Andrea's face
delicately. "Let's see how much milk a big cow like you has
in her." With that, the actress began rubbing her tender
nipples against her blonde rival's pink probes, bending them
painfully.
"I've got more milk than you do bitch, but you'll never get
it out of me unless you suck it out." The blonde's long
nipples were every bit the match of Andrea's, bending the
brunette's brown weapons as much as the actress bent her
pink nipples as the rivals matched each other stroke for
stroke; firm, juicy breasts moved minutely inside their hot
arena, as each girl fought to find room for her nipples to
work, determined to best her rival in their intimate battle.
Long, erect nipples slid across each other erotically,
occasionally separating to dig at tender breast flesh, but
always returning to fuck roughly against each other.
Andrea's more conical boobs would have appeared to give her
a slight advantage in a nipple fight, but the cheerleader
was an experienced alley cat, and she knew how to maneuver
her chest to evade Andrea's attempts to stab at her
sensitive pink aureoles, moving them up underneath the
brunette's tits, forcing the actress to feel their firmness
painfully.
After ten minutes of this excruciating struggle, both girls
were absolutely drenched in sweat. Andrea actually felt a
large bead of sweat drip off of her silky locks and strike
the small of her back, tickling its way down her creamy ass
and travelling the length of her straining, lissom legs. The
soles of her bare feet were also uncomfortably wet on the
smooth concrete now, as well. Suddenly, one of the blonde's
feet slipped out from under her. Helen desperately held on
to Andrea's sweaty palms, pulling her rival along with her
as the girls stumbled toward the back of the locker room and
toward the blue tiling of the showers.
This time, it was Andrea who pushed her rival back into the
wall with a satisfying thud. Taunting her rival with her
liquid, brown eyes, the actress whispered, "How about that
fuck fight I promised you, Blondie?"
Spreading the cheerleader's legs apart with her potent
thighs, Andrea slammed home her fuck assault, grinding down
roughly on the blonde's snatch. Thankfully for the
cheerleader, Andrea's crotch was dripping wet by this time,
so that her rough cunt hair merely tickled instead of
scratching Helen's soft cunt.
"Give it to me, girl," Helen snarled, squirming against her
rival's body, struggling to get out from the wall behind
her.
"Here I am, bitch," Andrea hissed, putting on a sudden spurt
of power with her ass and feeling her engorged clit slip its
way inside the cheerleader's pussy. The blonde hissed as she
felt her rival's invasion of her cunt, but she obligingly
sent her pussy plunging into the brunette's cunt, feeling
her clitoris part Andrea's inner cunt lips, searching for
her rival's clit. The girls found each other almost
simultaneously. The rivals squealed as their clits touched,
licking each other wetly, sending tingling waves of
sensation down their long legs and up their spines.
Gradually, the girls began to pump into each other harder,
their engorged clits no longer licking each other, but
slashing and stabbing at one another, as the girls fenced
inside the smothering heat of their linked pussies.
Helen's lipsticked mouth suddenly opened wide and fastened
itself onto Andrea's lush lips, kissing it fiercely,
hungrily. The brunette pressed her lips against her rival's
eagerly, sending a moist tongue out to stab at the
cheerleader's own pink organ, and running it down the length
of Helen's white teeth. Sucking at each other's mouth while
their clits made war beneath, the girls panted and moaned
toward a shattering orgasm.
"I'm going to beat your blonde snatch off with my big clit,
whore," Andrea whispered in her rival's ear as the girls
broke off their kissing for a moment to catch their breath.
"Feel how hard I am, bitch?" Helen demanded. A violent
thrust from the cheerleader's pussy bent the brunette's sex
horn back deliciously, and the blonde grunted girlishly in
satisfaction.
"You can't make me come with that fat clit of yours." Andrea
growled as she increased the efforts of her pussy. The
blonde cheerleader had an amazing set of hips and an
incredibly strong ass, but the brunette had never backed
down from any girl's ass or cunt, and she still had the
cheerleader backed up against the wall.
"I don't know what kind of prissy cheerleaders you've been
fighting, girl, but this is what a real woman's clit feels
like," she said, biting Helen's ear softly with her teeth.
Snarling angrily, the cheerleader took a gentle bite of
Andrea's neck, just enough to raise an angry red goose bump.
"You said I could have your milk if I suck it out, right,
slut?" Andrea said raggedly.
"Uh-huh," the blonde said. "Let me feel that tongue of yours
on my nipples before I feel it on my clit, bitch."
"Whatever you say, cunt," the actress said, sending her
tongue to attack the cheerleader's erect stilettos. The
girls shuddered as they humped each other, licking hungrily
at reddened nipples, alternately purring and growling
felinely as their clits fought hotly for dominance. The
blonde cheerleader's growls gradually began to be replaced
by agonized sex moans as Andrea pumped her hot cunt into the
weakening blonde's. Desperate for escape, Helen groped
behind her, finding the knob for the showerhead above the
struggling girls, and turned it hard, sending a rain of hot
water splashing down on the rivals, no longer caring if
anyone found the girls here, consumed by fear and sexual
rage.
At the first touch of the hot water, Andrea gave a surprised
start, which allowed the blonde cheerleader to extricate
herself from the wall. Furiously, she threw the surprised
actress to the wet tiles and attempted to mount her.
Andrea's powerful thighs kept Helen off of her however, and
the rivals began a wild, wet journey across the tiles o f
the shower area. The steam rising from the running shower
began to fill the locker room as the girls wrapped their
smooth, supple bodies around each other as they writhed in
their intimate girlish battle. Coupled with the short, sharp
gasps of excitement each girl forced from the other, the
rivals began to have trouble breathing, or even seeing much
of each other's bodies through the roiling steam.
"Dirty pompom girl," Andrea gasped as she humped her rival.
"Slutty starlet," Helen replied, wrapping her legs around
Andrea's slim waist, pulling their crotches together even
tighter, as both girls sensed the end. Squeals of pain and
pleasure echoed through the locker room as the girls humped
and pulled sopping wet hair, their drenched bodies writhing
furiously underneath a shower of water and steam. Andrea's
awesome ass muscles finally began to dominate as she forced
moan after moan of distressed pleasure from the cheerleader,
whose pussy thrusts began to get gradually weaker.
"Who's the hottest bitch on campus, cheerleader?" the
actress demanded cruelly as she ground her cunt roughly into
Helen's defeated pussy. The blonde's lovely body convulsed
in a sobbing, exhausted orgasm, and her whispered answer was
swallowed by the insistent spray of heated water, but both
girls knew what it was.
THE END