ARCHIBALD
By Punch
 



10: 55AM

Betsy stood in the doorway of what was once Dad's soda shop. 

Ten years had gone by since the proprietor of the aging landmark had 
passed away. 

And ten more since she and her classmates last haunted it, before 
graduating from old Rivendale High. 

Twenty long years. 

Looking into the place that occupied so much of her youth made Betsy 
reflect upon theirs pasts. 

The kids that grew into adulthood together.  Each had gone off to seek 
their fortunes in the world outside this lazy little town. 

Reginald, who'd built an empire of used car lots only to be run over by 
a former customer whom he'd, unscrupulously, sold a car with bad brakes. 

Jackhead, who'd become the King of the porno industry.  Now, after 
seeing the light, he was the head of the Holy Church of the Very Rich. 

Then there was that bitch Monica. 

Betsy allowed herself a smile.  For she knew that her hated rival had 
finally gotten what was coming to her. 

Monica's father, long the richest man in the state, died penniless in 
prison for tax evasion.  This forced Monica into poverty. 

The last she'd heard, Monica had turned to prostitution. 

"Just deserts!" she thought. 

As for herself, she was now a successful film star. 

Of course she didn't quite start out that way.  In fact, things were 
going badly until she got a phone call from her old friend Jackhead, 
offering her a job.  So what if it was porno? 

Now that Jackhead found a more profitable venture, she was the president 
of her own studio. 

And that left Archibald. 

Her Archibald. 

He was now the top financial advisor to two very wealthy clients. 

Although she didn't know who his other client was, he was now in total 
charge of her all her needs; sexual as well as financial. 

He didn't care about where her path had taken her.  He chose her, and 
her alone. 

Now it was his fortieth birthday, and she wanted it to be special.  
She'd decided to spend it with him at the one place they'd both enjoyed, 
those many years ago. 

When she found out he had business back in Rivendale she immediately 
flew down to surprise him. 

And what a surprise was in store for him. 

11AM 

Betsy had an hour before Archibald was to meet her.  She hoped he'd 
gotten the message she'd left at his hotel. 

Looking into the large mirror behind the counter, Betsy could see the 
years had been very kind to her.  Though she wasn't the slender young 
thing she'd used to be, at least her figure had filled out nicely. 

Creamy soft flawless flesh covered her huge bosom that jiggled 
wonderfully under her bra-less evening gown.  A softly contoured belly 
led to perfect hips.  And her big, womanly thighs were complete with 
thickly sculpted calves.  Silver-blonde hair complemented her well 
preserved form, wrapped in electric blue satin with black fishnet 
stockings and high heels. 

As she adjusted her large breasts in the tight strapless gown she felt 
another presence in the soda shop.  Raising her head, she again looked 
into the mirror. What she saw almost made her fall off her spiked heels. 

There in the back booth, hers and Archibald's, sat Monica. 

Betsy couldn't believe it. 

Yet there she sat, smoothing out her own fishnet stockings, oblivious to 
the other, middle-aged woman staring at her. 

It was obvious that the years had been kind to Monica as well.  

She'd filled-out, just as Betsy had.  Huge, plump breasts and long 
generously fleshed legs.  Only her hair was black, with thick streaks of 
silver highlighting it. 

But what bothered Betsy, though she didn't know why, was the way she was 
dressed.  The big brunette was squeezed into a clinging low-cut, red 
sequined gown exposing her ample cleavage and had a thigh high slit on 
its side over high spiked heels.  The kind Archibald liked. 

Betsy rushed to the table, as fast as her heels and tight dress would 
let her. 

Monnie looked up from her stockings when she heard the click-clack of 
spiked heels on the spotless, white tiled floor. 

She was startled to see her big blonde rival from so many years ago 
angrily standing in front of her with her massive legs spread in 
defiance. 

As their eyes met, she heard Betsy say, "And just what the hell are you 
doing here?!" 

Once she regained what she could of her composure the mature brunette 
replied, "And it's a pleasure to see you too, my dear.  And what, might 
I ask, are YOU doing in my shop?!" 

"So you're the one who kept me from buying it!" 

"Yes, and it's closed to the public today, especially to sluts like 
you!" sneered Monica. 

"Look who's talking! " spat back the blonde, "The last I'd heard, you 
were still hustling johns on skid row!  Who did you have to sleep with 
to get this place?" 

"With Dad, of course!" the fiery brunette defiantly replied. 

"And, of course, it killed him? " Betsy offered. 

"Well at least he died with a smile on his face!  In fact, he left me a 
tidy little nest egg in his will," said Monica, "enough to start my own 
string of cathouses. 

"But you still can't rid yourself of the skid row stench can you?" 

"MY houses just happen to cater to the most sophisticated clientele.  
Can you say the same for your little fuck films?" 

"BIG fuck films! " answered Betsy, "And now that we don't have to worry 
about the comic's code anymore, I can finally tell you what a real bitch 
I think you are!" 

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure, I assure you, than to get into 
the gutter and exchange insults with the likes of you.  But I've an 
important engagement.  So please, leave.  Or will I have to throw you 
out?" 

"It looks like you'll have to crawl into the gutter and do just that.  
I've told Archibald to meet me here.  And I'm going to stay here until 
he arrives!" 

"Archibald. " Monica gasped, "He's coming here to meet ME!!!" 

"For old times sake, no doubt!" said Betsy, "I guess you haven't heard, 
I'm his main squeeze now!" 

Jumping to her feet, Monnie erupted, "The Hell you are. I'M his woman, 
and always will be!" 

"Sit down! " the blonde expelled as she pushed her rival into her seat, 
"He came here to see his other client..." 

Her voice trailed off as the penny dropped. 

"YOU! " both women gasped in unison. 

They suddenly stared into each other's eyes with a renewed fervor, 
hotter than each had ever known in all the years of their rivalry. 

Monnie stood up and pushed Betsy back into the counter, saying, "Don't 
you ever lay your filthy hands on me or my man, ever again!" 

Tackling her, Betsy replied, "He's MY man! And don't YOU forget that, 
bitch!" 

And with that, the fight that so many generations of adolescent comic 
book readers had waited for finally was at hand! 

Toppling the table, the blonde and brunette crashed to the floor, where 
each instinctively grabbed the other's hair. 

Rolling over one another, in a vain attempt to gain an advantage, seams 
in the tight, elegant and fragile clothes started to rip.  Soon shiny 
threads of blue and red joined the handfuls of gold and raven tresses on 
the white floor, exposing huge breasts and bushy cunts. 

With their bodies so freed, legs soon tightly intertwined, rasping in 
black fishnet stockings. 

Soon a fist was thrown.  Then another. 

Until, soon, fists were being thrown and landing as furiously as hair 
was torn out. 

Fortunately for both, neither really knew how to punch.  The only 
results of their blows was to make the other angrier. 

Screaming and kicking seemed to be the only way to vent their 
frustrations at each other.  And both did that, along with yanking 
harder at hair. 

Since it was Sunday, it was assured that everyone in town was at church. 

Even the sheriff and crooks. 

The two of them could raze the place to the ground and no one would 
hear.  And it appeared as if they might do just that. 

Coming to a rest, behind the counter, the brunette was on the bottom.  
Monica jammed her Knee upward. 

Betsy screamed and said, "So, you want to play rough, do you!"  And with 
that grabbed a handful of cunthair. 

Now it was Monnie's turn to scream, crying out, "You fucking slut]" She 
then started biting the blonde's large tits. 

Holding back her tears; Betsy reached up and grabbed the handle to the 
strawberry syrup dispenser, then smashed it onto the brunette's head. 

When Monica released her teeth from her rival's tits, the blonde pushed 
her away! 

Betsy leaned her back against the counter, rubbing at the teeth marks on 
her tits. 

Wiping the red syrup on her body, Monica flung the contents of a can of 
chocolate topping at her blonde nemesis in the face, saying, "When I get 
through with you, you'll wish you'd never met Archibald!" 

Flinging a handful of chopped nuts back at her, Betsy replied, "Oh yeah?  
Well, when I'm finished, Archibald won't even look at you!" 

Pulling herself up, in order to reach for more ammunition, the blonde 
discovered that Monica had launched herself onto her back. 

Betsy then hit her brunette rival in the face, with a handful of 
chocolate ice cream.  Refusing to relinquish her position, Monnie 
retaliated, smearing pistachio onto the blonde cunt. 

Holding the soda valve, Betsy forced its nozzle into Monica's left 
nostril, then released the carbonated liquid.  The brunette screamed and 
coughed, as the course water entered her nose.  She tried to turn away, 
but by this time the blonde had wrapped her left arm around Monica's 
throat, blocking retreat. 

Desperately, Monnie grabbed a banana and jammed it up Betsy's soft, full 
ass.  Screeching, Betsy released her hold, both on the nozzle and the 
brunette.  Monnie twisted and pushed the fruit up the blonde's cornhole 
with all her might, until the banana burst its peel.  She then smeared 
what was left all over Betsy's ass. 

Infuriated, Betsy then reached down between her legs, and angrily yanked 
up one of Monnie's feet. 

Still holding onto the blonde's waist, Monica grabbed a tub of rocky 
road, trying to keep her balance with its help. She failed.  Falling 
down, pulling the blonde with her, Monica went sliding to the floor, the 
rocky road dropping over both. 

The floor was getting slick with the sweet treats being spread by the 
two furiously rolling women. 

Once again, they were trying to pull each other's hair out.  Grunts and 
squeals accompanied savage yanks. 

Fishnet stockings and garter belts, the only pieces of clothing left on, 
were quickly being caked with the sweet mixture. 

Monnie grabbed the handle of the soft ice cream dispenser, and this too 
slid down their bodies.  She pulled herself up, with the blonde in tow, 
Betsy's hands never leaving the other's wet, sticky hair. 

Heaving her burden onto the counter, the brunette let fly a punch that 
sent the blonde sprawling over the top, taking with her half its 
contents of toppings. 

But with the punch, Monica lost her own footing on slippery tiles, and 
went crashing into the sweet muck. 

Luckily for Betsy, the melted ice cream mixture on her face made the 
blow a glancing one. 

Scrambling up, with the aid of a tub of pineapple sherbet, the brunette 
looked over the counter to see the condition of her adversary. 

Unluckily for Monica, Betsy was waiting for her. 

As her head appeared, Monica was pulled over by the hair, knocking over 
the remainder of the sweet toppings.  She landed in a heap, by the 
middle tables and chairs, sherbet still in hand. 

With her wet soles, Betsy also lost her footing, landing on her ass. But 
something broke her fall. 

It was Monnie's face. 

Quite pleased with the situation, Betsy was going to make the most of 
it.  While under her, Monica was being smeared with banana and smothered 
with the blonde's big squirming ass. 

Suffocating and desperate, she did the only thing she could do. 

Betsy screamed as she felt Monnie's jaws closing on her cuntlips.  She 
tried to stop it by tearing at the black cunthair. 

But the pain continued. 

Finally Betsy had to resort to the only way she could fight back. 

Now Monica screeched, as the blonde bent over and retaliated with a cunt 
bite of her own. 

Rolling over, once again, their fighting reached an all-time 
viciousness.  Spreading ass cheeks, the brunette shoved syrup covered 
cherries into the crack.  At the same time, Betsy forced the top of a 
whipped cream can into Monnie's anus, then opened the valve. 

All the while, neither one was willing to loosen her jaws on the other's 
cunt. 

Finally they came to a rest against the counter stools.  The only sounds 
now emanating from them was labored breathing and an occasional squeal. 

To their utter amazement each had found that they were glued into their 
respective positions by the sweet, sticky goo which totally covered 
them. 

Unabashed, they continued biting furiously. 

Noon 

Archibald ran to the soda shop after receiving Betsy's message, hoping 
they hadn't killed each other yet! 

Archibald, balding with a potbelly now, wearing a Rivendale "R" on his 
blazer rushed into the soda shop. 

What he found stopped him dead in his tracks. 

Locking the door, Archibald started removing his clothing. 

What a surprise to find that each not only weren't tearing each other 
apart, but had found a perfect present for his birthday. 

As he jumped in, licking and sucking all the sweetness from Betsy and 
Monica's bodies, their screams of indignity were soon replaced with 
moans of pleasure. 

Yessir! This was his best birthday ever!