Peasant Actresses 2
Written by H.G. Hunt
When Emily left Joy's house that night following her sexfight
whipping of Joy, she basked in a warm glow of satisfaction and
contentment. The victory had been so sweet and complete, she
could hardly believe how good it had made her feel to finally
put that bitch Joy in her place. She really felt like things
were looking up for her now. She loved the performing on stage
and when next year's tryouts rolled around she felt supremely
confident that Mr. Slater would give her the lead role, now that
Joy was out of the picture.
Beyond the satisfaction of victory, Emily relished the newly
found excitement she had felt in challenging another girl in
sexual battle. Grinding her tits deeply into Joy's large orbs
had produced a glorious feeling of arousal and power, all mixed
together. When she shifted to the cxnt-fight and ground her into
orgasmic submission and then peed all over her pussy she felt a
rush of joy (oops, Emily didn't like that word anymore), both
physical and emotional.
Always a confident, outgoing girl, the next week at school saw
Emily glowing even more than usual. She walked with a bounce in
her step, and greeted everyone happily. The school year was
winding down and she had lined up a summer job. Her current
focus, aside from schoolwork, was her upcoming birthday. She
would be 18 years old on May 25. This year that date fell on the
Saturday of Memorial Weekend. Her parents were leaving for a
wedding in another state and would be flying out on Friday
night. Emily would be left alone to monitor the house and pool.
She asked her parents if she could have a birthday party and
invite several of her girl friends over for a pool party to
celebrate. Since Emily was not a drinker or a party girl and was
very conscientious, with only a mild warning about being
careful, her parents consented to letting her have her friends
over for the afternoon on Saturday.
She was happy and began her preparations for the party. The nice
pool in the backyard would be the perfect place for her and her
friends to relax and get a head start on their summer tans. Her
guest list would include about eight or ten girls, some of which
were her friends from drama. While Joy had never been one of
Emily's closest friends, they did share several of the same girl
friends through the drama connection. It wouldn't have been
surprising at all to any of the other girls if Joy had been
invited. That was definitely NOT in the mind of Emily. She chose
ten other girls and they all accepted her invitation. She told
them that they could have all afternoon together, snacking,
drinking pop or punch, eating cake and lounging around the pool,
or taking a dip. She hoped for a nice sunny day.
Joy's mood after Emily walked out that night was entirely
different. She fumed at Emily with renewed, venomous anger. Her
heart was set on winning lead roles in her senior year
productions. She knew that Emily was a good actress and singer,
but she would never believe she was better than herself. When
the tit and sex challenge hadn't worked out the way she had
expected she began plotting revenge. An added dimension to her
plotting was the fact that she was now aware of the tingly
excitement that accompanied their sexy battle. In fact, she
loved it so much she was beginning to wonder if she was really a
lesbian. Those fleeting lustful thoughts of other girls she had
for the last few years were dismissed as nothing more than
teenage curiosity. After the joyous (there's that word again)
pleasure she found in the sexual aspect of her encounter with
the beautiful Emily, she seriously began to think of herself as
a lesbian. Her sexual encounters with the boys had never been
unsatisfying (well, one of them was) but she had enjoyed them
enough that her heterosexuality was not in question in her mind.
Now, that had become a matter of doubt.
While she was initially shocked when Emily peed all into and
over her, she was surprised to find that the physical, and
emotional feeling produced was not exactly one of horror. The
warm, rushing pee, sharing so intimately, had actually caused
her to be even more excited. Wow! The contradictory emotions Joy
felt flooded her brain for the next few days. But one emotion
overrode all the others: anger!
She remembered Emily's words as she departed that night. A
rematch! Joy would never stoop so low as to ‘ask' for a
rematch. She would connive a situation where Emily would have no
choice but to challenge her. When she heard about Emily's
upcoming birthday party, her plan began to take shape. While
certainly not expecting an invitation, she also knew that her
presence would not be perceived by the other girls as unusual.
She knew Emily well enough to know that she would never hint at
their rivalry to anyone else. Emily was known as a very proper
girl and she wouldn't do anything to disrupt the serenity of her
world. Joy had never breathed a word of her confrontation or her
anger with Emily to another soul. Therefore, she was confident
that if she showed up at the party that Emily would seethe
inside, but not say or do anything to let on to the other girls
the enmity they shared.
One morning shortly after their fight, Joy stood looking at her
naked body in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She drew a
mental comparison with the image of naked Emily she had etched
in her brain. Starting at the top, she looked at her hair and
remembered the perfectly coiffed head of light blonde hair Emily
carried. It was longer than hers and hung evenly down to her
shoulder blades in back with a small portion framing her face on
either side cascading down to her breasts. Emily had wonderful
full lips and they were a pretty red even without lipstick. Her
blue eyes sparkled above the perfect little nose. Yes, Emily was
a very pretty girl. Emily's image appeared before Joy in the
mirror. Emily's huge C-cup tits (well maybe they were D-cups)
were fronted by luscious brown areolas and, when excited, large
nipples poking straight out. No sag could be seen, and even with
the large dimensions and full curve to the underside of her
breasts, making them even more impressive. Her light skin flowed
gently in curves to a trim belly with very little fat. Her hips
widened just enough to give her the appearance of a full-grown
woman without the hint of any extra width. Her ass was sculpted
in two symmetric muscular globes, glowing in health. Emily's
legs weren't skinny but had just enough muscle mass to be the
envy of many other girls. Then there was her pussy. The soft
blonde curly hair of her mound, trimmed into that arrowhead
shape, pointed downward to the delightful hidden realm between
her legs. Joy remembered that pussy both visually and with a
deep feeling in her own pussy. She chafed at the thought that it
had beaten her pussy one-on-one. "Never again!" she screamed to
herself inside her head.
Her own charms were as impressive as Emily's with just a couple
of exceptions. She looked objectively at her body and could see
the little extra roll of fat around her waist. Not much, she
thought, but it was there. Her breasts were that same C-cup,
almost D-cup size and were just as firm and proud with her pink
nipples the capstone of wonderment. Her pretty face might not
have been as beautiful as Emily's cover-girl face but she
certainly drew plenty of looks in a new crowd. Her hair was the
one thing she was actually disappointed about. Too much dye, and
too many hair styles had typified the last two years as she
searched for her identity. Staring into the mirror that morning
she decided to aim for classic beauty with her hair. Her
decision was to become a blonde.
As she replayed the pussyfight with Emily, she still had a hard
time imagining that she had lost. In her mind she was the
victress, and she groaned inwardly in pain every time she
thought of her pussy losing its orgasmic battle with Emily. A
smirk appeared on her face as she had a brilliant (to her) idea.
She would let her cxnt-hairs grow down around her labia lips,
but keep them trimmed very short, so as to be like stiff
bristles of a brush. She was sure that the texture of those
stiff pussy-hairs would either send Emily over the edge in
orgasm, or if it didn't that she would beg for mercy from the
pain. Either way, she was sure this would give her a decided
advantage over Emily when the time came. While there were only a
couple of weeks before Emily's party, Joy decided to begin
exercising. She had never been athletic or much for exercise.
She figured that being in good shape could only help. She also
knew that Emily hardly ever exercised either, so if she could
develop even a little bit more endurance or strength it just
might turn the tide.
She ate the next few weeks as if she was to be the poster child
of the nutrition council. Surprisingly she lost seven pounds in
the next two weeks and she could see the difference in her waist
when she looked in the mirror and could feel it when she put on
some of her clothes. She was actually surprised at the early
benefit from proper diet and exercise. Hmmm, she thought, I
could do this. Her plotting continued as the date approached for
Emily's party. Joy went shopping for just the right outfit. Her
hurt that she had felt for the first few days after her fight
with Emily was being rapidly and completely replaced by a
confident thrill. In her mind she just ‘knew' she could take
Emily, and that Emily would be the one begging for the chance to
take her on. Yes, she would beat Emily and beat her good, right
at her own house. Payback will be hell for Emily, she thought.
Re: Peasant Actresses 2, by HGHunt
Her school had the Friday before Memorial Day off for a four-day
weekend and it was all Joy could do to contain her excitement.
She was practically beside herself in anticipation of putting
her plan into action. The hours couldn't tick by fast enough.
Her parents even noticed, but when asked about it, she just said
that she was excited to be off from school for four days. She
didn't sleep very well that Friday night, tossing and turning
most of the night. Three or four hours of sleep was all her
adrenaline-charged body could muster. Normally on a Saturday
morning she would sleep till noon. Today was different. She was
up by 8:00 and took a long slow bubble bath in scented water.
She spent an inordinate amount of time with her hair. The blonde
color she had chosen a week earlier was a light-medium color and
she had the skill to turn her still-short hair into an
extraordinary style. It framed her face beautifully and made her
cheek bones look more pronounced and higher, bringing out the
chiseled beauty that was often hidden by her garish choice of
makeup in the past. Today she applied her makeup in classic
style, using the techniques learned from a fashion magazine.
When she was done.WOW! She looked at herself in the mirror
and thought, "If I was a guy, or a girl for that matter, I sure
would want to fuck me! I am one hot girl!" True, true. She had
transformed herself from pretty to beautiful and she was very
proud of her handiwork. Laying out her bag and her clothes she
made final preparations quietly and with a purpose. As the last
hour went by she replayed her plan over and over again in her
mind. She knew that it would be impossible to anticipate every
little event that might transform her plan, but she felt that
she had covered most of the likely scenarios. At last it was
time to go.
Emily told her invitees that they could begin showing up by
noon. She wanted to take advantage of as much sunshine as
possible. Racine showed up first along with Carmen. They already
had their bathing suits on and Emily pointed them out the back
to the pool and they immediately went back. Heather, Alicia, and
Samantha all arrived together a few minutes later and were
escorted to the pool as well. The girls by the pool wasted no
time taking off their outer clothes and displaying their
wonderful young bodies to the sun. All wore bikinis that were
current fashion. They showed plenty of skin without being
skimpy. Samantha was the first to brave the water by diving in
and swimming with strong strokes the length of the pool. Racine
and Heather followed and soon all five were splashing and
playing in the pool.
Winnie, Jennifer, and Lori arrived just before 1:00 and told
Emily that Sally and Maria would not be coming, due to other
commitments their families hadn't told them about. Emily was
only mildly disappointed that they weren't coming because she
had eight good friends and it was a perfect sunny warm day for a
pool party. As she led the last three guests out to the pool she
was surprised to hear another car drive up. She quickly took
them out to the pool without mentioning that she hadn't expected
anyone else. Helping them to settle in to the surroundings
quickly, she had intended to go back to the house to see who had
arrived, but before she could turn around she heard Alicia yell
a hearty hello to Joy! Ever the gracious hostess, Emily showed
zero outward reaction to the word "Joy" but inwardly she seethed
to hear that name. With as much charm and poise as she could
muster she turned and greeted Joy with friendly words and asked
her to come on over.
The other girls greeted her warmly, never a clue that there was
bad blood between the girls. Two of the girls complimented Joy
by saying how nice she looked today. They might not have noticed
the effort Joy had put into her appearance but they could see
the results. Compliments were definitely in order. Emily, always
poised and proper, never let on that anything was amiss. She was
just as charming and pleasant to Joy, as if she had been
invited, as she was to any of the other girls. She couldn't
possibly do anything to let on or upset her eight friends on
account of Joy. But her mind was racing behind that pretty face.
"What possibly could Joy be doing here? I whipped her good and
now she has the nerve to show up at my 18th birthday party." Her
revulsion intensified when Joy took off her outerwear. Wow! What
a bikini. It was brilliant pink and very skimpy. The thong style
barely covered her pubic mound and only the tiniest portion of
her ass cheeks were covered. The bra portion was skimpy in its
own right. Thin triangles were connected to straps and didn't
cover much more than her nipples and a few square centimeters
below. Beyond the tiny dimensions of the material was its
obvious sheerness. The thin, stretchy material did practically
nothing to hide Joy's proud nipples protruding into the fabric.
They stuck out, making enough of a tent in the fabric that their
shadows were visible when she stood towards the steep angle of
the sun. If men had been present there would have been a gallon
of drool rolling around on the pool deck. The girls just
complimented her on her daring. Winnie asked her how come she
chose such a tiny bikini. "Well, I knew there would be only
girls here, so I wasn't worried about showing too much, and
besides, this allows for more tanning area. You know, keep those
tan lines hidden." The girls nodded but each admitted to
themselves they didn't have that much daring. Too bad, all of
them certainly had shapely bodies deserving of a showoff
attitude. One difference though stood out between the eight
other girls was obvious. TITS! Joy and Emily were the proud
bearers of the largest tits in their group. Only Alicia had tits
approaching the size of Emily and Joy's. The others were much
less well endowed. This distinction was not lost on either of
them. Fully aware of their status at the top of the tit chart
they couldn't help but give as much attention to the other girl
as the decorum of the party would allow.
The party continued for three hours, with the girls just
talking, about boys mostly, lounging and taking an occasional
dip in the pool. Sunscreen was used sparingly as the girls in
their youthful invincibility paid no attention to the warnings
about cancer from too much sun. Emily had taken a few swims,
pulling herself across the pool in powerful crawl strokes. While
not much of an athlete, the availability of the pool had turned
her into a strong swimmer. Samantha, alone among the others, was
the equal of Emily in the pool. Emily wore a suit that allowed
anyone to see her bountiful assets. Not as skimpy as Joy's, but
clearly there was a real womanly body behind the pale green
fabric. She looked absolutely gorgeous as she stepped upward
from the steps of the pool, water dripping off her body and
running in rivulets down her legs and torso, sliding deliciously
down her chest. Her blonde hair even looked great dripping wet.
Those thick lips were the envy of every other girl there (except
one). As the first hour went by without any incident from Joy,
Emily began to actually have a good time. Thinking that maybe
Joy was just being friendly and was willing to let bygones be
bygones (no, she didn't really believe that) she let down her
guard and made the most of the birthday party.
The girls helped Emily prepare burgers for the grill. The nice
stainless steel unit was mostly the province of her father, but
she had spent enough time with him to be adept at barbecuing.
After eating burgers, chips and birthday cake, they all went
into the pool together and began playing like the little girls
they had been just a few short years earlier. Splashing, dunking
each other, racing across the pool, diving, and even a
volleyball game in the water took up most of the next hour. They
were having a great time. While it was never mentioned by any of
the girls there was one added distraction. This was the first
time Joy had actually entered the water. Her bikini, when wet,
was absolutely transparent. Talk about flaunting what you've
got! It was impossible not to notice the dark pubic patch
concealed (?) by the thin fabric. Her nipples and areolas were
clearly visible through the pinkness, even with pink colored
nipples they stood out in pronounced display. While no one ever
stared directly they could also see the upper regions of her
pussy cleft through the material. The thin fabric would
sometimes wedge itself into that cleft, forming a little pussy
of its own. This was a body on display! Girl after girl thought
that there must be some reason for Joy to be so daring, but they
never could fathom a reason. Only the story she told them upon
arrival. That would have to be good enough for them, because
they would never know.
Joy was ecstatic inside her devious mind. Her plan was working
to perfection. She knew that Emily was not only noticing but
that she had to be irate underneath her cool demeanor. She acted
her role to perfection. She was an actress after all. She felt
like she should probably deserve an Oscar. She talked the small
talk, she played and frolicked along with the others, she ate
the food and complimented the ‘chef'. As the three o'clock
hour passed, and the hot sun continued to beat down, Joy
approached Emily. Emily was sitting on a recliner sipping her
Coke when Joy walked over. "Hey hon, why don't you let me put
some suntan oil on your back. You have a pretty light complexion
and you don't really want a sunburn later do you?" "The bitch
finally shows her true colors," Emily's mind reeled at the
profane notion of receiving a rubdown from Joy. True to her
upbringing however, the social perfectionist demurely purred,
"Sure, why not? I don't really want to get cancer in 30 years
either."
