Panty Fight

 Panty Fight 

Beth and Julie have been roommates for several months. Beth a beautiful blue
eyed blonde, Julie a gorgeous brown eyed brunette. Both girls have almost
identical physics. 5' 6" 120 pounds 35-24-34. The two go to school full time
and have part time jobs to pay for their small apartment. Being roommates and
having such similar builds, the animosity between these two can get pretty
strong at times. One day Beth was gathering some of her laundry together to
take down to the apartment complex's washer and dryer. With a basket full of
panties, bras, and nylons she politely asked Julie it she needed any thing
washed. Julie disappeared only to return from her room with a small basket
containing all her undergarments. She quickly dumped her basket into Beth's
with an equal pile of underwear that matched Beth's. For some odd reason these
two girls always seemed to save their undergarments so they could actually
wash them together. Neither girl ever talked about the reason for this, but
both seemed to have come to this mutual silent agreement. 

It all started a few weeks ago. One day both girls needed their wash done as
quickly as possible. They decided to combined their laundry to save time and
to keep from fighting over who gets to wash first. Apparently after they
pulled their undergarments from the dryer, they discovered that a black nylon
stocking that belonged to Julie had become quite entangled  with a white nylon
stocking that belonged to Beth. The two spent several minutes untying the
knotted nylons. Ever since the strange occurrence the two have been washing
their undergarments together. 

After Beth returned to the apartment with a fresh load of laundry completed,
the basket was placed between the two girls so they could separated and fold
their undergarments.  Half way through the laundry Julie came across a tightly
wadded ball of clothing. Holding it up, Beth's eye quickly caught the mesh of
lace. 

"Hey that looks like my black lace panties, but whats with this red thing?"
Beth  examined the tightly wound lace closely. 

"Its my red lace panties!!" Said Julie in surprise. 

"I guess they got into a fight!!!" Remarked Beth. 

"Ya it looks like mine are winning!" Commented Julie. 

"It doesn't look like it to me!"  Exclaimed Beth as she watched Julie untangle
the two panties. Once separated the two examined their panties for any damage.
Fortunately neither pair was damaged as the two finished up folding their
laundry. 

The next night after a long hard day of school and work the two women were
lounging around in their short skirts and expensive blouses watching t.v. They
were sitting across from one another with a small coffee table between
themselves. Both had their nylon stocking feet resting on the table just
inches apart. Beth was wearing her white nylon stockings, Julie was wearing
her black nylon stockings. With Beth's legs spread slightly apart, Julie
caught a glimpse of her black panties. 

"I see your wearing those black panties that got strangled in the wash by my
red panties." Julie said with a catty tone. 

"You mean the panties that were strangling your panties." Beth corrected her
statement. 

"Oh come on, just admit my panties were winning the fight." Julie said as she
spread her legs enough to give Beth a view of her red panties. 

"Not even. Mine were the ones that were winning bitch!" shot out Beth with a
kick to the bottom of Julie's foot. 

"I don't think so slut! It was just like when my nylon stocking  won the fight
with your nylon stocking." Julie gave a kick to the bottom of Beth's foot. 

"Where the hell do you come off with something like that. We both know it was
my nylon stocking that won the fight." Both pairs of nylon stocking feet now
pressed firmly together sole to sole. Rubbing and grinding together in a fit
of rage. 

"Maybe you'd like to put your nylon stockings and panties up against mine and
we can make them fight each other again!" Julie challenged as she stood up.
Hands on her hips and a pissed off look on her face. 

"My panties and nylon stockings will take yours on anytime bitch!! Beth jumped
to her feet and the two women glared evilly at one another. 

"Fine! Then lets make them fight right now bitch, while we're wearing them !"
Julie shouted as she pushed the coffee table out from between them. The two
quickly removed their blouses and skirts and now stood face to face. Beth was
wearing a black bra and panties with black garter belt and white stockings.
Julie was wearing a red bra and panties with red garter belt and black
stockings. 

"All right, Your black  nylon stockings against my white nylon stockings
bitch! Beth said as she lifted her right nylon stocking covered leg out to
challenge the nylon stocking of Julie's left leg. Julie came forward with her
left leg and wrapped it tightly around Beth's and Beth's left leg wrapped
tightly around Julie's right. Rubbing coarsely together from ankle to thigh. 

O.k. bitch, Your black lace panties against my red lace panties." Julie drove
her pelvis forward at the same time Beth drove hers forward. The crotches of
their panties ground and rubbed roughly together. Their firm breasts smashed
and flattened against one another as all this lacy material started to snag
and rip across each other. Within minutes their nylon covered legs wrapped
together in a grapevine and slid up and down tightly against one another. The
swishing and snagging sounds of their nylons and lace grinding together  could
be heard over their grunts and groans as each fully exerted themselves against
each other. Arms tightly wrapped around one another as they glared wickedly
into each others eyes. The two were slowly destroying each others nylons,
bras, and panties. Finally the two released their tight grips and untangled
their bodies from one another. Stepping back the two examined the damage. They
had rubbed holes in the soaking wet crotches of each others panties. Bras were
both ripped wide open and their breasts were fully exposed with long hard
nipples protruding. Garter straps held up the torn lace tops of their
stockings and the nylon that covered their legs had worn out from the tight
friction 

"You bitch!" Yelled out Beth as she stripped the torn bra and panties from her
body. 

"Fuck you ya slut!" Shouted Julie as she quickly ripped her bra and panty
away. 

The two charged each other and their naked flesh smacked hard together. Tit to
tit. They decided to settle this in an all out sexfight!!! 

From then on, wash day was a big event with both women. They would often over
stuff the washer and dyer with their sexy undergarments hoping for a good
reason to fight, and it actually happened quite often. 

Panty Fight 2

It was late on a Friday night. Beth and Julie had no dates and nothing 
to do but sit around their apartment. Julie was wearing a blue sweat 
shirt, a pair of cutoff shorts, and white nylon pantyhose. Beth wearing 
a red long sleeve shirt, black gym shorts, and white nylon pantyhose. 
The two sat across from one another with their feet resting on the edge 
of the coffee table between them. They locked eyes. Julie slowly 
stretched her right leg out giving Beth a view of the bottom of her 
nyloned foot. "Since we have nothing to do tonight we might as well 
fight!" She said. Beth slowly stretched out her left leg giving Julie a 
view of the bottom of her nyloned foot. "Yes, I think we should have 
another fight." Responded Beth. The two held their feet apart for 
sometime. Each wanted to let the other get a good look at what they were 
about to press the bottom of their foot up against. They scooted down in 
their seats and brought the bottoms of their nyloned feet together. 
Stretching out their other leg until they had both their feet pressed 
together. After some adjustment their feet were lined up. Julie could 
feel the entire length and width of the bottoms of her feet being 
covered with the bottoms of Beth's feet and Beth could feel the length 
and width of her feet being covered with the bottoms of Julie's feet. 
The two women studied their connected feet. Both had a look of anger 
mixed with a look of concentration on their faces. They were silently 
having a comparison fight. Neither wanted to admit that their feet were 
the perfect match. Exactly the same size! This did nothing but make both 
women mad as hell. Especially since they were wearing the same color of 
pantyhose because it made their feet look even more identical. 
Slowly they started rubbing the bottoms of their feet together until 
they were full out grinding together. Swishing and swiping noises of 
nylon stockinged feet rubbing together filled the room. They started 
making comments and threats. "You think you can prove your feet are 
better than mine by wearing the same pantyhose as I am." Shot out Beth. 
"Why? are you afraid to match your white nylons against my white 
nylons?" Replied Julie. "I think its time we match all our pantyhose and 
nylons together." Said Beth.
"How about we settle this in the laundry room." Challenged Julie. "Fine! 
Lets do it." Replied Beth.
The two women got up and started gathering every pair of pantyhose and 
nylon stockings they owned, which was a lot more than your average women 
would own. In fact, Beth and Julie spent quite a bit of money on 
panties, bras, and nylons in order to compete with one another. Their 
hall closet is full of damaged pantyhose and nylons that were still 
meshed together from making them fight each other. 
The two came out of their rooms, each carrying a large laundry bag full 
of nylons. White, Black, Beige, Grey, Navy Blue, etc. After each put 
making their way to the apartment complex's wash room they found it 
closed due to repairs. After a brief discussion the two agreed to settle 
this at a small neighborhood Laundry Mat just down the street that was 
open 24hrs. It was late and it was likely that no one would be doing 
their laundry this late at night. 
When they arrived they were disappointed to see two other women getting 
ready to do their laundry. What surprised them when they enter the 
laundry mat was the two women were standing toe to toe and tit to tit 
glaring into each others faces. A brunette named Chris, and the other, a 
blonde named Debbie. Beth and Julie noticed the two women were wearing 
shorts with black pantyhose and slippers on their feet. The two women 
didn't notice Beth and Julie enter the laundry mat. They witnessed these 
two women pressing body to body and making threats at one another. "Just 
wait until all our pantyhose start fighting." The blonde yelled out. 
That's when two finally turned their heads and noticed Julie and Beth 
approaching. Being the only table in the small laundry mat, Julie and 
Beth moved to the opposite side and placed their bags on the table. They 
notice the women had laundry bags similar to their own sitting on the 
table. The two sets of women stared uneasily at one another. Julie and 
Beth stepped together pressing body to body, maintaining the glare they 
had on Debbie and Chris. A little pushing and thrusting while they 
wrapped their white nylon covered legs together and started rubbing 
together. "I don't think these two bitches know how to pantyhose fight!" 
said Beth. Debbie and Chris were still pressed tightly together doing a 
little of their own pushing, thrusting, and rubbing. "These two sluts 
don't know what their about to get themselves into." Threatened Debbie. 
Chris and Deb separated and moved to the table. They both grabbed their 
laundry bags and dumped the contents out onto the table. Julie and Beth 
were faced with two large piles of nylons and pantyhose stacked very 
high. White, Black, Beige, Grey, Navy Blue. "Maybe you two bitches would 
like to pantyhose fight us!" Chris spat out in confidence. The two 
wrapped their arms around each others shoulders and stood facing Julie 
and Beth with their chest thrusting out proudly. 
At first Julie and Beth looked surprised as hell, they never imagined 
two other women owning as many nylons and pantyhose as themselves. Then 
the two starting looking a little concerned, fearing that their own 
stockings and pantyhose were about to be smothered by two very the large 
piles of nylons. Beth and Julie separated and moved to the table. While 
knowing the competition seemed fierce, each was hoping that the other 
had tightly packed her laundry bag, but once they dumped the nylons out 
of their bags, Julie and Beth were both relieve to see that their 
pantyhose and stocking weren't about to be smothered by these two 
bitches pantyhose and stockings If anything their piles might seem to 
stand slightly higher. Debbie and Chris seemed surprised to see two 
piles of nylons stacked up every bit as high as their own. Julie and 
Beth put their arms around each others shoulders and stood facing the 
other two women. "As you were saying, Sluts!" Yelled out Julie proudly. 
The four women studied the four piles of nylons and pantyhose. "This 
doesn't mean shit! This isn't even half the pantyhose and nylons we 
own." Stated Debbie "If you two want a real fight than put every pair of 
nylons and pantyhose you two own up against every pair of nylons and 
pantyhose we own and we'll make them all fight each other!." She 
challenged. "That is if you two even have any more than what we see 
here!" She smirked.
"Your on bitch! Shouted Beth "Your nylons and pantyhose are going to get 
smothered by our nylons and pantyhose!" She claimed. 
"That's what you think slut!" stated Chris. 
"O.K. then lets meet somewhere and fight! Demanded Julie.
"All right then. Our place, in one hour. Its just around the corner. E. 
511 Smith St. Apt # 201." Directed Chris. With that the four women 
agreed to meet and fight. They packed their nylons back into their bags 
giving each other snide bitchy looks. They headed out the door of the 
laundry mat and both pairs of women headed back to their apartments to 
prepare for the nylon pantyhose fight!

Julie and Beth practically turned their apartment upside down making 
sure to find every last pair of stockings and pantyhose. They even empty 
their hall closet, which was packed full with an entwined mesh of their 
fighting nylons, knowing that they would need every pair to take on the 
other two women. They even added the white pantyhose they were wearing 
to the pile and both changed into full nylon body suites that they were 
saving to fight each other with. Both were white in color. Now standing 
side by side in front of a massive pile of nylon, their eyes widened as 
they looked at their fully entwined pantyhose and stockings. They turned 
to face each other and their eyes locked. The two women stepped into one 
another, nylon covered body to nylon covered body. Their arms wrapped 
around one another in a tight bear hug. 

"We should combined our strength because I know they are going to do the 
same." Julie stated as she looked deep into Beth's eyes. Her pubic bone 
thrust forward making contact with Beth's. 

"Yes, and we will put ours up against theirs." Replied Beth as her pubic 
bone pressed back with equal pressure. They stood for the longest time 
holding each other tight with their eyes locked together in deep 
concentration. It was as if the two women locked in some kind of erotic 
transfer. 

Beth and Julie had a difficult time packing all their nylons into four 
large plastic bags. Each slipped on a pair of white high heel shoes and 
a long trench coat then left their apartment carrying four large bags of 
stockings and pantyhose that were practically bursting from the seams. 

The short drive to their rivals apartment had them knocking on the door 
in no time. It was answered with both Chris and Debbie standing in the 
doorway wearing long robes. The two sets of women glared at one another 
then their eyes shot down to notice each others nylons and high heel 
shoes. Beth and Julie wearing white nylons and white high heel shoes, 
Chris and Deb wearing black nylons and black high heel shoes. 

"We thought you two might have chickened out" said Debbie. 

"Not a chance." Replied Julie.

Deb and Chris stepped back to allow Julie and Beth to enter. Once inside 
they Beth and Julie placed their bags off to the side of the room. They 
noticed two sofas facing one another in the center of the living room. 
Chris and Debbie took a seat on one of the sofas and offered a seat to 
Julie and Beth. They took their seats on the sofa opposite Debbie and 
Chris and the two pairs of women glared at each other in silence. Debbie 
crossed her right leg over her left and dangled her foot. Chris, who was 
sitting on Deb's left, crossed her left leg over her right. This brought 
their black high heel shoes side by side. They pressed them together and 
started swing out into the small area between the four of them as if the 
were connected side to side. Julie crossed her right leg over her left 
and Beth responded by crossing her left leg over her right. They too 
held their white high heel shoes together side to side and started 
swinging them out. The bottoms of Chris and Debbie's shoes practically 
collided with the bottoms of Julie and Beth's shoes. The four started to 
sink down in their seats and the bottoms of their high heel shoes 
crashed together again and again with each swing. Then as if rehearsed, 
four women swung their feet forward and held them up connecting the 
bottoms of their shoes together in a tight cluster. They lined them up 
against each other.

"What size shoe do you two wear?" Chris asked in a snotty tone of voice.

"We both wear a perfect size seven! What size do you two bitches wear!" 
Shot back Beth.

"We both wear the perfect size seven you sluts!" shouted Debbie.

"Then lets all trade shoes and find out!" Yelled out Julie.

The four women took off their shoe getting a quick glimpse of each 
others nylon stocking feet. Chris put on Beth's right shoe and Julie's 
left. Debbie put on Beth's left and Julie's right. Beth put on Chris's 
right and Debbie's left. Julie put on Chris's left and Debbie's right. 
It was a four way perfect fit. 

"This means nothing! Lets take these shoes off and press the bottoms of 
our nylon stocking together and have a comparison fight!" challenged 
Chris.

"Ya lets see how your nyloned feet match up against our nyloned feet!" 
Shouted Debbie. Her and Chris had already taken off Julie and Beth's 
shoes. They sat side by side and Debbie swung her left leg over Chris's 
right leg putting her left foot in-between Debbie's feet also causing 
Debbie's right foot to rest in-between her feet. They raised their feet 
up side by side forming a wall with their nylon stockinged feet. 

"Lets push feet! Yelled out Chris.

Julie and Beth looked to see the bottoms of Chris's and Debbie's black 
nylon stockinged feet challenging the bottoms of their white nylon 
stockinged feet. They maneuvered their feet into the same position as 
Chris and Deb. "We'll push feet with you!" They both shouted 
simultaneously. Beth's and Julie raised up forming a wall with the 
bottoms of their nylon stockinged feet and pressed them against the 
bottoms of Chris's and Debbie's nylon stockinged feet. They adjusted and 
lined them up toe-to-toe and heel-to-heel. 
The four women studied their connected feet comparing length and width. 
It was a four way perfect match, exactly the same size so this caused 
them to remain locked in a comparison fight for the longest time. 

"We're winning!" Debbie finally shouted out.

"No, we're winning!" Yelled Beth

"No, we are!"

"No, we are!" They all yelled out.

They started pressing the bottoms of their feet harder and harder 
together. Neither pair of women gaining or losing. It was like they were 
pushing against a wall. Their feet became hot and moist from their 
exertion. They became frustrated and started grinding the bottoms of 
their feet together. Their feet now fighting each other in a tight 
cluster of nylon rubbing against nylon causing swishing and swiping 
noises that fill the room.