Best Breast

Written by Catwriter

Linda and Karen practise titfight to stimulate their boyfriends.
The lovely girls had been friends since grammar school. Both lived in the same neighborhood and had taken school buses together for years. While their young girlfriends were still playing with dolls, Karen and Linda were developing breasts. It was a good thing that they had each other, because the other young girls quickly became resentful. And so, their friendship continued to grow until the two young women became inseparable.
Once in high school, they began dating boys, always several years older than themselves. In their senior year, both had met some college guys from the local university. Brad and Jim were friends and managed to double date the now stacked duo every weekend. The college boys were both "titmen" and each had fantasized about being alone with both women at some point. As their fantasies continued, Jim, a catfight fan had mentioned how wild it would be to see Karen and Linda go at it sometime. Brad quickly agreed that that would indeed be a cool idea. As so they began making their feelings known to the girls.
At first, Karen and Linda dismissed the idea. So the guys quickly altered their initial request to one of a titfight between the bounteous beauties. Once again, the women dismissed the idea, thinking it was ridiculous. During this time, neither girl had discussed it with the other.
One afternoon, after school, the girls were lounging around Linda's house watching television. It was usually a quiet time as both Linda's parents worked during the day. Both girls were wearing short skirts and blouses and drinking diet coke. An ad came on the television about an upcoming wrestling bout to be held at the nearby arena the following month. One of the bouts was to be between two incredible busty female wrestlers.
"I wonder what that wrestling is all about", mused Linda.
"Looks like fun, maybe be should go with Jim and Brad", replied Karen
As the girls continued to talk about wrestling, they finally revealed their conversations with Jim and Brad. Each finally admitted that they would love to satisfy their boyfriends wishes but were embarrassed to talk about it with the other.
As they talked, both young women realized that they were up for this. They said a catfight was crazy because they were friends, but a titfight to stimulate their boyfriends wasn't such a bad idea. They faced each other on the couch and began an animated conversation as to how they could work this out.
"OK, we'll do it. But I have no idea how it's done and I'm sure not going to ask anyone", giggled Karen as she cupped her 36DD's and moved them up and down.
"Maybe we should practice first and then surprise the guys with a cool titfight", smiled Linda as she wiggled her torso causing her 38DD's to sway heavily in the confines of her loose fitting blouse.
"Let's do it!" both gals shouted and headed for Karen's bedroom. Quickly shedding their blouse and skirt, the girls began talking about the specifics of the contests. Remembering conversations with their boyfriends, they each got on opposite sides of the bed on their knees and faced one another.
"Brad says we're supposed to begin by pressing our breasts together, then bearhug and wrestle. I know they both want us to catfight because he gets so excited talking about it, I have to give him head" laughed Karen, as her 36DD's bounced on her chest.
"Jim's the same way. Well, are you ready to get defeated by my 38DD's?" asked Linda.
"You know that's not going to happen"; joked Karen although she was a bit miffed at Linda's overconfidence. "Lets. Just see what happens, ok?
The girls, clad in their sexy lace white bras and panties slowly moved toward one another on the bed. Their long brown hair hung around their shoulders. They were smiling.
Kneeling before one another, both rose up until their bra's just barely touched. They gasped simultaneously and blushed, moving back just a bit. Each noticed the other's face reddening and Linda began having second thoughts.
"Maybe this is just too crazy", she said, her voice a bit huskier than usual.
"You're just chicken" replied Karen. "You know my 36's are firmer that those old 38's of yours"
That did it. While both girls were obviously quite stacked, each felt that her breasts were better and certainly firmer. The women were young enough that they really didn't need to wear bras at all.
Linda said, "Fine" a little too harshly and again rose up to her knees facing Karen. Both girls suddenly noticed that their nipples, which had not been terribly visible a moment ago, were now clearly visible, and growing. Once again they came together, lightly touching their bras and once again, the feeling was electric. Linda moved just slightly to the left and Karen countered by going to the right. They moved only about an inch and could hear the sexy sound as silk rubbed against silk. The women, hands on hips, continued dragging across one another. Their nipples had grown to the point that they were threatening to poke through the thin material. For the next several minutes, Linda and Karen continued in this fashion. They were unsure as to what the next step should be. Both had been totally focused on the other's breast when suddenly their eyes met. It was like an electrical shock and each realized exactly what the next move should be. Staring confidently at one another, they leaned in and then dragged their breasts across one another in a left to right fashion. Once again, they looked down and saw four firm breasts just bulging upward out from their bras. The sound of sliding silk and their quickening breath had both girls mesmerized as they continued warming to the task. Both women were thinking that if this what their boyfriends wanted, they should continue.
As so they did. Karen leaned back suddenly and taking a deep breath pushed her torso forward quickly. The desired effect was reached as Linda's 38DD's practically popped out of the top of her bra and she was moved back about a foot.
"Oh, so that's the way this is done" Linda said, a bit too sarcastically.
Rearing back just a bit, she quickly leaned forward and jammed her chest into Linda. And finally, the great tit war was joined with vigor. Both young girls reared back at the same time and lunged forward, bouncing back off of one another. Eyes locked together now, they slammed into one another again and again. Occasionally, one or the other would turn her torso to the side so that a left breast would slam into its counterpart. Then a right breast would smash into a right breast. Sweat was beginning to appear on their foreheads and upper lips. The girls pursed their lips with their tongues slightly out between teeth as they continued. This may have begun as a way to please their boyfriends but had definitely developed into something totally different.
As they continued thrusting their breasts together, they began to gasp each time their chests slammed together. Groaning and sweating and breathing more heavily, they continued smashing their breasts together, each, in her own way looking forward to the next step of this increasingly heated contest.
Linda made the first move. Her hands moved from her own hips to Karen' midsection where she latched on. The added leverage allowed her to get in several painful thrusts before Karen mirrored her move.
Anxious to move to the next level, Karen suddenly reached behind Linda and began undoing her bra. Linda was quick to move her hands to Karen's back. Both girls leaned back taking the other's bra with them. Four huge breasts burst free and just bobbled heavily on their chests as the women continued breathing heavily. Linda hung Karen's bra over Karen's head and dropped it so that one cup hung over her nose. Linda began laughing "You look ridiculous".
Karen failed to see the humor and swung Linda's bra so that it slapped across her eyes.
"Screw you, Linda" growled Karen as she suddenly reached forward and grasped her friend in a not so friendly bearhug.
"You hurt my eyes, you bitch" screamed Linda and she secured an equally powerful bearhug hold on Karen. The four biggest breasts in the school met crashing head-on. Nipples became embedded in the flesh. Straining and squealing now, the girls just ground their massive breasts together. Each could feel the others nipple encased in the flesh and slight torso twists dragged them together. After the continuous bashing, the nipples and surrounding breast flesh were becoming red and painful. With heads on each other's shoulders, the now furious warriors carried on a breast fight, which would have had their boyfriend's in frenzy. Breast meat oozed from beneath the arms of the battlers. Torso wrenching soon had the pair about to fall, but somehow they managed to keep themselves from toppling.
Linda was confident she could the slightly smaller Karen. As she pondered her next move, her head suddenly snapped back causing her to scream loudly. Karen had secured a wicked double handed hairpull and looked into Linda's eyes with a fierce triumphant smile.
"You bitch" screamed Linda as she managed to secure a fierce hairpull on Karen. With screams, grunts and moans, the titfighters moved to the next phase of the battle. The vicious pulls caused their breasts to separate, then slam and mash together. Each found the "tug hair left, jam breast" move particularly effective.
Finally with bodies locked from thigh to stomach to breast, they toppled to their sides. The double hairpulls prevented any quick movement and they lay there still locked together breast to breast. But their legs came into action as each attempted to secure a leg lock on the other. Knees tried to work between legs as each enraged girl attempted to knee the other's pussy. Locked together as tightly as lovers, they each managed to get their left leg between the others legs and just squeeze. The moans turned to screams as leg muscles contracted tightly, breasts smashed together and hair was being pulled out by the roots. They fought furiously in this fashion for a full two minutes, before Karen decided to change tactics once again. Releasing her left hand from Linda's hair, she clamped it on Linda's right breast and squeezed. Linda's scream rocked the room and she quickly retaliated clamping her fingers around Karen's left breast. While initially, tit squeezing was the order of battle, it escalated to nipple twisting and then scratching.
Screaming horribly and pushing away from one another, the girls retreated to opposite sides of the bed, nursing their breasts. Breathing heavily and glaring, each was glad to see that she had inflicted damage to her opponent. Hair stuck out in unimaginable ways and the reddened breasts of the battlers were ample testament to a battle in progress.
Neither girl spoke. Slowly catching their breath, they stared daggers at each other. While the battle had definitely gotten out of control, both now wished to end it as the victor. And so, after a moment of composing themselves, both girls stood to the side of the bed and moved slowly toward each other. As they moved toward the foot of the bed, they quickened their steps and slammed together snarling and pulling hair. Their ponderous breasts jammed and rolled and slid about their chests. Knees were brought into play and large welts began appearing on their thighs. Bent forward at the waist, both women tried to swing one another into the wall. With legs spread wide, they pulled hair with a passion, screaming. Both women were sobbing, in between grunts and wails. Tits swung wildly side to side and still they were unable to move the other.
Pulling Linda toward her, Karen launched a knee to Linda's pussy, which connected soundly with a loud smack.
Linda screamed and fell to both knees; Karen's fingers still firmly grasping her hair. Karen brought back her knee again and brought it smashing into Linda's forehead. Linda flew backward, her breasts about hitting her chin and collapsed on her back, moaning loudly.
Linda leapt forward, straddling Karen's huge chest, flattening her breasts against her ribcage. She brought her knees up until they were holding Karen down by the wrists. With her own breasts dangling slightly above the dazed Karen, Linda continued pulling hair.
"Give it up, bitch" screamed Linda.
"No" moaned Karen as she managed to turn her hands slightly and dig her claws into Linda's calf muscle.
Linda screamed as though she'd been shot and quickly scrambled away from Karen. As she massaged her calf muscles, she failed to see Karen slowly getting to her knees. When Linda finally looked up, Karen was on her, knocking her backward. The girls began a mad scramble on the carpeted floor. While locked tightly together and rolling furiously, they began slapping and punching at one another. Back scratching and tit twisting and screaming, the enraged females rolled from one side of the room to the other. After about three minutes of this incredibly orgy of violence, they became wedged in the corner, with Karen slightly on top of her huge busted opponent. Both battlers were gasping for breath; hands locked once again in each other's hair as they held one another.
Their heads were buried in each other's shoulders and both could feel the harsh breath of the other on her reddened skin. Linda and Karen were sobbing loudly now; breasts pressed together and legs locked once more.
Neither of the girls could move. Their bodies were not used to this type of activity and they were bone tired. Slowly, Linda released her hairgrip on Karen and Karen did likewise. Their legs dropped apart from each other and the two exhausted battlers lay side by side on the floor, huge breasts rolling on their chests as they gasped lungfuls of air.
After twenty minutes, they got to their feet. Karen, still sniffing, slowly dressed and left the bedroom without a word.
Linda crawled into bed and fell into an exhausted sleep. When Karen returned home, she too fell to sleep exhausted. They had violent dreams and each dreamt that she had won the battle. And as they imagined their next fight in front of their boyfriends, they knew it would be even fiercer than their first encounter.

Boob Bully

Written by Rodman

At school Susan luaghs at Abby's tiny boobs and huge nipples. Few months later Abby's tits go D cup. It is pay back time!
This is a little story about a young girl named Abby. Ever since she can remember, she had big nipples. Even at a young age, before her breasts had begun to develop, her nipples stood out like nails. Her mother never said anything but she always bought Abby blouses that hid them as much as possible. Even as all the other girls in her middle school started to grow breasts, hers refused to cooperate. The well-developed girls would proudly flaunt their breasts in the locker room, deliberately walking around topless so they bounced up-and-down and wobbled or they would lean over so their tits dangled down with the water pouring off them. One blond in particular, named Susan, was kind of the boob bully of the school. Susan's breasts looked almost fully developed - a full C cup at least. In the locker room, she was almost always topless and made sure everyone got a good look at her impressive breasts and delicate looking puffy pink nipples. Abby was extremely jealous of Susan and hated her superior attitude. Susan constantly teased the flat girls and zeroed in on Abby almost every day because of her huge nipples. In class, Susan would leave the top two buttons open on her blouse so that the boys in the class, and the teachers, couldn't help but look down the front and catch a glimpse of her proud cleavage.
Abby's breasts only grew slightly over the next two years and she did not yet need a bra for support. Her nipples just grew even bigger. The areola was wide and puffy with the nipple over one-half inch long not erect. They were extremely sensitive and the slightest touch would make them massively erect. Susan would make jokes about Abby's nipples since they looked so strange on her flat chest, saying, "Those might be useful some day if you ever grow some real boobs." In this situation, Abby had the choice of completely shrinking away by hiding her nipples at all times, or she could be proud of what she had and do a little flaunting herself. Feeling a little pissed off about Susan's teasing, she would sometimes hang things on her nipples in the locker room to prove her point, literally. Once she hung a couple of hair ribbons on both nipples and pranced around the changing room while some of the other flat girls cheered. One time she even brushed up against Susan's arm with them and acted like it was an accident. This elicited a jealous look from Susan and she immediately responded with a comment about the flatness of Abby's chest, bursting her bubble. This really pissed Abby off since she knew it was true.
Then, just before Abby's first year in high school, what she had been waiting and hoping for finally happened. Over about a three-month period of time, the breasts beneath her huge nipples bloomed. During that summer, it almost seemed like she could see them grow day-by-day, her huge nipples still strikingly perched on each one. In the shower, when she looked down, there was now a distinct valley between her breasts. As the summer progressed, they really filled out and began to widen across her chest. Previously being such a source of insecurity for her, Abby couldn't keep from looking at them in front of the mirror in her bathroom. Sometimes three or four times a day she would remove her top and pose in front of the mirror. Abby loved to make them sway and bounce, feeling their weight and firmness. She could now squeeze them together with both hands to form a massive cleavage with her two huge nipples almost touching. She immediately had to start wearing a bra that summer and in fact changed cup sizes three times before the next school year. She had amazingly gone from an A cup to a D in less than three months. She had to wear the thickest bras possible however, to hide her enormous nipples. She was now in full adolescent glory. Standing 5' 6" and weighing about 118 pounds her measurements were 36D-24-35. Her legs were long for her height and her body was lean and fit in an athletic way but not muscular.
The first day of high school approached quickly. Her breasts had grown so quickly she hadn't had time to change her wardrobe to accentuate her newly developed assets. She ended up wearing a pair of jeans and a loose fitting blouse that hid what she was now packing. She daydreamed all day about gym class, necessitating a change of clothes and shower. The anticipation was agonizing. Gym class finally arrived and she managed to change into her uniform and keep her bra on, but as their workout ended, all the girls returned to the changing room for a shower. The same girls that used to flaunt their tits undressed first and slowly strolled to the shower stalls, with Susan leading the pack. Abby finally said "what the hell" and removed her clothes. The excitement of the moment caused her nipples to harden and grow to an alarming size. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked to the shower stalls where Susan and the other girls were already soaping up. When she dropped her towel, she heard a couple of gasps. As she walked up to a showerhead and turned on the water, she couldn't help but notice that every single girl was jealously staring at her tits. When she looked up, she deliberately met eyes with Susan. Susan stared defiantly back at Abby, taking momentary glances down at her tits. Susan had obviously also grown over the summer and the two girls breasts were now similar in size and fullness, the difference being Abby's huge nipples. Susan was about 5'5" and probably 120 pounds or so, with a great 36D-24-35 body. Abby could feel her confidence building and decided to put on a little show for Susan and the other girls. Ignoring the ogling and whispering, Abby proceeded to soap up and started squeezing and manipulating her tits just like at home in front of the mirror. She worked on her breasts like you knead bread while flicking the nipples with her index fingers. The slippery stimulation caused Abby's nipples to extend a full inch-and-a-half with the rubbery dark tips becoming as thick as the end of a pencil. As Abby rinsed off, she arched her back and jutted her tits out under the shower stream. Abby's feeling of pride and arousal was electric. She looked up to see Susan storming out of the shower stalls back toward her locker. This time Susan quickly dressed and left.
Over the next two weeks, Susan's teasing about Abby's nipples had completely stopped. In the locker room, Abby and Susan would lock eyes but say nothing. Abby always made sure she was facing Susan when topless in the locker room, and Susan did the same to Abby. When the two girls passed on campus, they said nothing, but both arched their backs and stuck out their breasts at each other. Abby assumed it would be like this with Susan for the rest of their years in high school, but Susan had other plans.
One evening, while lying on her bed at home, Abby's phone rang. To Abby's surprise, it was Susan. This came as a huge surprise to Abby since they had not spoken a single word all year. Susan explained that she was sick of the silence between them and thought they should settle things face-to-face. Thinking she wanted a catfight, Abby knew she couldn't back down now or the teasing would start again. Susan said her parents would be out late tonight and to show up at her house at 7 pm. Abby firmly said, "ok fine!," and just hung up. Abby's heart was pounding as she contemplated what might happen if she actually fought Susan. The idea of scratching and pulling hair didn't exactly appeal to Abby because of the potential of permanent damage. Abby decided to wear her tightest blouse and a pair of cut-off jean shorts in case things got ugly.
Abby knew where Susan lived and was standing on her doorstep at exactly 7 pm. Susan answered the door, and to Abby's surprise was wearing only a long white terrycloth robe, looking like she had just taken a shower. Abby knew something was up, but didn't ask any questions. Susan eyed Abby up and down staring especially long at Abby's nipples, which were extremely hard by now and even visible through her bra because of the tight blouse she was wearing. Susan then backed away from the door and silently gestured for Abby to come in.
Once inside, Susan said, "Face it Abby, my tits are still bigger than yours and I had you come over here so I can prove it."
Somewhat surprised at Susan's direct comment about her tits, Abby snapped back, "You've always made such a big deal about those tits of yours and now that someone's got you beat, you can't take it!"
"We'll just have to see about that," Susan responded in a calm voice and invited Abby to go upstairs to her bathroom mirror and compare. Abby immediately agreed and followed Susan upstairs and into her bathroom adjoining her bedroom. It was a large bathroom with double sinks and a long mirror. The two busty teenagers stood there shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at each other's reflections. Abby knew this contest would be psychological as well as physical so Abby decided to take the initiative and started to pull the blouse out of the top of her shorts. Susan just watched and said nothing. Then, crossing her arms, Abby pulled the blouse over her head and threw it on the floor. Abby was wearing a front-clasp, under-wire bra, which pushed her boobs up and showed a lot of cleavage. Breathing hard now, Abby's boobs almost popped out of her bra, and she felt them straining against the clasp with each breath. Abby's nipples were like rocks by then and pushed the front of her bra out like two little tents. Abby could tell Susan's confidence was shaken as she examined the depth of Abby's heaving cleavage. Without hesitation, Susan slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in just her bra and thong panties. Susan also wore a front clasp bra that lifted her boobs and pushed them together. Abby silently admitted to herself that Susan looked magnificent standing there in those thong panties compared to her old cut-offs. Not to be out done, Abby slowly started to undo the row of buttons down the fly of her cut-off jean shorts. Abby wasn't wearing any panties, so when she got to the third button, her neatly trimmed bush began to show. Susan's eyes just about popped out of her skull as Abby wiggled out of them and tossed them aside with one foot. Abby now stood there bottomless, with her legs slightly spread so Susan could get a good look at her neatly trimmed dark Mohawk framed in a bikini tan line.
Not a word had been spoken since they entered the bathroom. Seeing this as an unspoken challenge, Susan slipped her thumbs around the top of her thong and rolled it off her hips. Her blond bush was also perfectly trimmed with great care. Susan looked down at her pussy in the mirror and then looked up at Abby and said, "Ok then, lets see what you've got up top." With that, Abby reached between her breasts and undid the front clasp of her bra. When the clasp let loose, both bra cups snapped back toward her armpits and her boobs literally jumped out and shook. Abby then removed her bra completely by taking it off like a backpack. In doing so, Abby made sure her tits wobbled back and forth to show their weight. When Abby looked down at herself, she was delighted to see that her nipples were as erect as she had ever seen them. Susan just stood there like a statute with her eyes fixed on Abby's tits in amazement. Suddenly Susan seemed to snap out of it and reached up for her own bra clasp. As she grasped the clasp, she used both hands and pressed her boobs upward with her wrists. When the clasp came loose, her tits fell out and bounced up and down. In reaction, Abby must have let out a little gasp based on the grin on Susan's face, but Abby couldn't help it, Susan's breasts were gorgeous! Full and firm with almost no sag at all considering their size, but that's not why Abby gasped. Those soft and fragile looking nipples Abby had seen on Susan's boobs in the locker room were gone and had transformed into two rock hard rubbery peaks. Susan proceeded to check herself out with delight seeing that her own nipples had hardened and lengthened to be almost as intimidating as Abby's famous nipples. Susan's puckered nipples were the hardest and longest Abby had ever seen other than her own. At that point, the girls silently faced each other, occasionally glancing down at each others heaving breasts.
Finally Abby broke the silence and said, "You've been trying to start something over our boobs ever since the first day of school, now's your chance."
"There's more to great tits than just big fat cow nipples," Susan replied.
Hearing Susan make another comment about her nipples made Abby just about lose it, so she decided to get right to the point and said, "My boobs are just as big as yours now and you know it!" With that Abby took a step closer to Susan so their boobs were almost touching. Abby then looked down and said, "There even prettier don't you think."
With hands on their hips, the two proceeded to showcase their tits to each other by slightly turning their chests from right to left comparing every detail. Although their boobs were roughly the same size, Abby's nipples still dwarfed Susan's and the concern showed momentarily on Susan's face.
"I already know about those cow nipples of yours Abby," Susan proclaimed.
"You're the one who started this Susan. Are you telling me you still think you have better breasts than mine?"
"Lets face it!, My tits are prettier than yours, cow nipples or not!" Susan spat back.
Abby was furious. "My tits are obviously firmer than yours too!" as the two glanced down to compare again.
"My tits are rock hard and would make flat pancakes out of yours" hissed Susan.
"That's what you called me over here for isn't it" Abby asked. "I asked you a question bitch," repeated Abby. The two were extremely close now, both shaking in anticipation. "Why don't you just get to the point," Abby demanded.
"Haven't you ever had a titfight?" Susan questioned.
Not wanting to seem the least bit afraid, Abby immediately shot back, "My tits wound smash yours flat if I pressed them into those flabby bags you're so proud of!"
Susan finally made the official challenge. "I dare you to put your tits up against mine in a titfight, I fucking dare you!
"Ok, fine, but I'm warning you, my tits will milk yours dry if we titfight." Abby warned.
They stared each other down, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Abby had never been in a titfight before, but fantasized about what it would be like to rub another girls tits raw with her massive nipples. Without taking her eyes off Abby for a second, Susan reached out with her left hand and opened the top drawer just below the sink. She reached in and withdrew a large clear bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil. Starring Abby in the eyes, she proceeded to squeeze two long streams of oil over her heaving breasts. She used her other forearm to cup underneath both of her breasts to lift them and catch the excess oil. She set the bottle down and rubbed the oil into her breasts with both hands. Abby watched in disbelief as Susan rubbed the oil all over her chest and then twisted both of her hard nipples like the knobs on a radio. A thin ribbon of excess oil flowed down Susan's flat stomach and saturated her blond bush.
Without hesitation, Abby then grabbed the oil bottle herself, but instead of squeezing streams of oil over her boobs like Susan, proceeded to slowly unscrew the entire top of the bottle. She set the bottle top on the vanity counter, leaned back, and pored the still half full bottle over her upper chest. The oil flowed over her tits and she too used her forearm to catch as much excess oil as she could. Dropping the empty bottle, Abby massaged the oil into her now aching breasts while simultaneously bending her inch-and-a-half long nipples over with her index fingers. A copious amount of oil flowed like a river down between Abby's boobs and over her stomach. It completely saturated her bush, dripping off her pubic curls and rolling down the inside of both thighs. The feeling of the oil dripping over her pussy and down the inside of her legs was too much for Abby to stand and while still rubbing the oil into her left boob with one hand, she reached down and roughly rubbed the oil into her dark bush and over her labia.
Abby looked up to again find Susan frozen like a statute with her eyes fixed on her oil soaked pussy. Snapping out of it quickly, Susan turned without a word and returned to the bedroom. Abby followed, dripping baby oil as she walked. Susan walked toward the queen size bed on the opposite side of the room, climbed on, then walked on her knees to face Abby who was already climbing onto the bed. It was clear to Abby now that the bed would be the battleground for their little contest and she knee-walked to the center to face Susan. Both girls now faced each other on their knees with hands on hips, totally nude, glistening with oil, breast thrust out.
"Ok, tits only, first one to give in loses." Susan proclaimed between ragged breaths.
Abby nodded and both inched forward on their knees, looking down to line up their rock hard, throbbing nipples. Instead of hammering forward with full force, the first contact came almost gently in an erotic fashion. Staring down at each other's oil soaked tits, the girls moved forward ever so slowly until the tips of their nipples just touched. It was like touching two live wires together and sent a simultaneous shock wave through both of their bodies. Abby felt a chill run through her boobs and down her back to her groin, making her feel like she needed to pee. Susan felt a similar jolt and could feel her legs go rubbery. Both girls instinctively pulled back like when you touch something hot. Quickly regaining their composure, they locked eyes again and moved toward each other with breaths held. This time, when their nipples met, each let out a little gasp, but neither retreated and the contact was maintained. Looking down now, Abby moved her upper torso ever so slightly trying to trace little circles around Susan's areolas with the long hard knobs of her engorged nipples. To counter, Susan moved her shoulder slightly back and forth, flicking her nipple knobs against Abby's knobs like a sword. With each pass, Abby's nips would bend Susan's down painfully like bent nails. Seeing her nipples bend so easily against Abby's caused Susan to panic momentarily and she moved in, thrusting her tits downward across Abby's slippery soft tit flesh, slicing a dry trail through the thick layer of oil. Susan now tried to avoid Abby's attempts to stab her tender areolas with her long sharp nipples. Abby immediately mashed upward, scraping across Susan's areolas, wiggling to grid her nipples deep into the top of Susan's tits. Grunting now, the girls grinded their breasts together roughly, up and down and back and forth and with each pass their nipples would flick across one another. With shoulders now swaying back and forth matching thrust for thrust, their breasts bulged out to the sides as they cleavage wrestled. As the pace picked up, each girl elicited little high-pitched squeals each time they met each other's thrusts. This continued for several minutes, neither girls tits yielding to the others. The intensity of their rubbing steadily increased and finally, losing control, the girls suddenly screamed and threw their arms around each other in a painful bear hug and mashed their boobs together head on. Abby's left breast wetly pressed into Susan's right and squished out to the side, while her right breast struggled with Susan's left and pushed upward. With this, both girls toppled over landing face down on the quilt-covered bed, tangling their long oily legs like nude oil wrestlers. Not wanting this to degenerate to a catfight, Susan slipped free and quickly bounced back to her knees, saying, "No! This is about our tits!"
Inching forward again on their knees, the girl's breaths were deep and labored, breasts heaving and swaying. Glancing down to assess any sign of weakness, both noticed that the brief wrestling on the bed had completely soaked up the baby oil that coated their breasts and bellies. This time, they came together slowly and grabbed each other's biceps, just above the elbow, and pulled their now dry breasts together. Abby took dead aim at Susan's hard pink nipples with her long brown daggers. Again, Susan maneuvered to avoid Abby's nipple attack by trying to slide her nipples down to stab at the underside of Abby's tit flesh. But to Susan's horror, her dry breasts no longer slid with ease over Abby's tits and their breasts almost clung together. Unable to slide her nipples out of the way, Abby's lethal weapons stabbed deeply into Susan's buds, bending her nipple knobs over, burying themselves in Susan's swollen areolas. This elicited a high-pitched gasp from Susan as she contorted her face, futilely trying to slide her nipples away. Exploiting her obvious advantage, Abby let go of Susan's arms, reached around her waist, locking her hands just above Susan's clinched ass cheeks. With no other option available, Susan did the same to Abby. Before squeezing, Abby backed off a little and used the insides of her biceps to squeeze the outside of her breasts together, forcing them to expand forward with nipples protruding like battering rams. Before Susan could duplicate this move, Abby squeezed Susan's lower back and stabbed her long hard nipples directly into Susan's bull's eyes. This time, instead of bending Susan's nipples to the side, Abby's nipples pushed them directly inward, literally backwards into her boobs. Susan let out a loud scream as her nipples felt like they were going to detach around the edges of her areolas. Relishing in Susan's reaction, Abby ground her nipples in little circles deeply into Susan's now concave nipples as her substantial breast flesh bulged upward.
"These are the nipples that you made fun of every since we were kids you bitch!" hissed Abby, starring into Susan's pain racked face.
Abby then pulled back just slightly creating a small space between their nipples and when she saw Susan's nipples pop out, took aim and drove her nipples into Susan's now soft buds again. Over and over, Abby slammed her nipples into Susan's, grinding in circles during full compression then pulling back and stabbing again when she saw Susan's nips pop out. In tears now, Susan tried to tighten her grip on Abby's back and use her biceps to squeeze her own boobs together to meet Abby thrusts, but Abby's arms were inside of Susan's in the bear hug, preventing her from squeeze her own boobs together.
Abby's nipple stabbing thrusts were now having a devastating effect on Susan as both her breasts throbbed with pain from her stinging nipples all the way down to her rib cage. After several more grinding stabs, Abby noticed that Susan's nipples no longer popped out when they separated. Sensing the end, Abby scraped her long nipples back and forth across Susan's painful areolas and now flat nipple knobs. Sobbing, Susan's arms fell to her side and her legs went limp. Instead of letting her fall to the bed, Abby continued to scrape Susan's nipples with her sharp sticks until Susan begged for Abby to stop. When Abby let go, Susan's face fell across Abby's right breast, her face scraping over Abby's still hard nipple. Susan fell to the bed sobbing, holding her breasts with both hands, curled up into the fetal position.
Overwhelmed with satisfaction, Abby put on Susan's robe, picked up her clothes, and walked toward the bedroom door, carrying Susan's bra as a trophy. Before she left the room, she looked over at Susan and said, "If you ever want to take this back, you know where to find me."

Collision

Written by Morton

Bitchy student Kara matches her tits against her young olive-skinned teacher.
Kara Frederickson preened a bit as she slipped into her black workout gear, arching her back a little as she tugged her sports bra down over her heavy, dark-nipple breasts and feeling the weight of those two hard globes pressing down onto her muscular chest. As usual she didn't see much competition in the locker room and most of the other girls had learned to give her a wide berth over the past year of college. If there was any fallout from the long weekend at the spa a few months earlier where she had found herself almost in over her head with a few girls, she had managed to sweep it all under the rug and regain her position as queen bee around the athletic building on campus. Occasionally she would cross paths with Kathi and Debbie, the blonde and brunette who had given her the most trouble during the trip, but they were too caught up in each other now to push things any further with Kara. It still infuriated her the way Debbie had asserted herself after weeks of Kara bullying her at the gym, turning the tables on Kara in several increasingly brutal confrontations over the long weekend. It stung to remind herself that the sleek, tall brunette athlete had managed to come out on top at the end, leaving Kara whimpering. It was clear that the blonde Kathi and brunette Debbie had somehow come out of the weekend as a couple and while Kara hungered for revenge she knew any face-off with Debbie might lead to her having to take on both girls and while she liked her chances against either of them individually together they were too strong.
Happily they seemed to be avoiding Kara too and the remaining coeds at the athletic facility were no match for Kara's height, strength and personality, and she waged a quiet reign of terror over them with very little effort. Most of the other girls avoided her eyes as she adjusted her biker shorts, leaving her hard belly on display as she strutted past the other girls, running a hand through her soft, wavy brown hair and letting an arrogant sneer curl her lips as girl after girl got out of her way. She shoved the big locker room door in front of her out of her way and strode out into the hallway on her way to her late night pilates class. Normally she wasn't into such touchy-feely pursuits but she had to admit the class had toughened her up and made her feel even stronger than usual, as a final check in the hallway mirror of her tawny arms with their sleek, powerful biceps and her rippling, long thighs proved. The class had definitely done her good… and she had other reasons for sticking with it as well.
She scanned the hall for potential competitors and found only a few, like the two tall redheads that had taken up the class, Shelley and Bridget, and big-breasted blonde Molly. They all had attitude to spare but so far seemed too smart to cross Kara. She pursed her lips in disappointment but there was still one major target on the horizon.
Kara rounded a corner, carelessly throwing a glance back at one of the redheads. Suddenly a powerful impact rocked her body as another tall, dark-haired woman appeared around the corner at the same time. The collision was full-on and painful as foreheads cracked and Kara's thrust-out chest smashed into an equally massive bosom backed up by solid muscle. She felt her two perfect hemispheres mushroom against her ribs as two invading mammary glands thudded into them with an audible pounding noise, instantly followed by a thick smacking sound as Kara's hard belly impacted with an equally taut set of abs and two firm, muscular thighs briefly tangled with her own. Both women recoiled and quickly regained their balance.
"Fuck!" Kara bellowed as a wave of pain throbbed through her rocked breasts, causing her to instinctively cradle the two aching orbs and massage them with her hands as she glared up at the woman she'd just run into.
Two almond-shaped, exquisitely dark doe eyes burned into Kara's angry hazel ones and Kara recognized Ann Marie Copolla, her pilates instructor. She felt a brief flush at this sudden, unexpected confrontation with Ann Marie, the one woman she'd been keeping her eyes on studiously for the past three weeks. At 5'11", Ann Marie was a graduate student, just a few years older than her students. She was as tall as Kara, her body as toned and bosomy as the brunette's, but with a glamorous, vampy style that had immediately both fascinated and riled Kara's bullying instincts. Ann Marie's face was sensuous, with a lush mouth covered in dark femme fatale lipstick and even a little mole just off her upper lip. Her beautiful, exotic dark eyes were framed by a lustrous, thick mane of inky black hair that fell off her head in eye-catching curls, and her perfect skin was a cold, creamy olive color that showed off both the sensuous features of her skin and, Kara noted, those beautifully toned arms with their sleek biceps that matched Kara's pound for pound and inch for inch. Kara's glance immediately locked on the other girl's final distinguishing feature: the creamy olive swell of cleavage bulging out of her own black sports bra as the garment strained to contain two heavy, high-riding boobs that easily rivaled Kara's in size and from the ache in her own throbbing breasts obviously matched her pair in weight and firmness too. She struggled to control her rage at the pain thudding through her bosom as she saw Ann Marie too cradling her big boobs in discomfort from the collision. Good, Kara thought; I hope I did some damage. She glanced again at that dark, high contrast cleavage and the glam little mole riding Ann Marie's left breast. Her boobs still seemed to be jiggling a little from the impact despite the tight sports bra and her almond-shaped eyes blazed briefly into Kara's, glaring down accusingly at Kara's cleavage as if to blame the bully's boobs for getting in her way.
"Someone's not watching where she's headed," Ann Marie said in that annoyingly musical voice of hers, full of attitude as always. Kara immediately rose to the challenge.
"Who would that be?" she demanded.
"Forgetting who the instructor is, Kara?" Ann Marie probed.
"I'm not forgetting a thing, Ann Marie," Kara shot back.
The two women glared at each other levelly for another half second. Kara studied the moment as she always did, fascinated by the way little social contracts like these were negotiated. Clearly the two women wanted to tear into each other then and there but in an open hallway like this and with Ann Marie part of the athletic staff the two had probably already pushed the confrontation as far as they could. The first thing each had done, of course, was to quickly pull their massaging fingers away from their breasts, and Kara thought that not only was this move one of embarrassment to avoid being seen feeling these sensitive, sexual body parts, but also one of defiance, as if neither girl wanted to admit that her breasts had been hurt by the collision with their counterparts.
"Good; I guess I'll see you in class," Ann Marie said with just the hint of a sneer in her voice.
She brushed past Kara just enough for their soft hair to briefly intertangle and for Ann Marie's toned, bare shoulder to contact Kara's. Kara turned to watch the raven-haired girl retreat down the hallway. The only difference in their attire was Ann Marie's white tights underneath the triangular cut of her black workout briefs, both of which showed off her firm, shapely buns and strong legs as she walked away from Kara. Kara headed for a water cooler and got a drink as she mentally prepared herself for the class. She had taken pilates as a lark but apart from the obvious benefits she knew she got a sick thrill out of checking out Ann Marie and luxuriating in how annoying the graduate student was to her. Ann Marie often walked among the students, adjusting their positions, and it had allowed for some interesting physical contact between them, moments where Kara had been allowed to feel Ann Marie's confident muscularity and physically protest just ever so slightly against the teacher's domineering touch as she pushed and pulled Kara into the positions she insisted on.
The classroom was dark and warm as she entered, just as it always was. The pilates positions were difficult, designed to focus stress on individual joints and muscle nodes, and in the magnified heat of the room Kara often found herself wet with sweat after fifteen or twenty minutes of activity. She eyed the other lean bodies around her, all well-displayed in their lycra outfits, showing off toned abs, muscular thighs and arms and breasts made firm and high by the exercise. Kara took her position at the back of the class. It might have seemed an odd place to be given her strong desire to stay in her instructor's face but Kara had her reasons.
Ann Marie entered the classroom and stood at the front of the class, greeting the students with a faint hint of annoyance that probably Kara herself was the only one to detect. She demonstrated the first position she wanted the class to attempt, raising her hands over her head and displaying her curvy, athletic body for everyone to admire. Kara tried to get her mind back on the class for at least a while as she did want to take advantage of the exercise, whatever ulterior motives she might have. She strained through several different positions, feeling the empowering burn, the snug lycra tugging against her skin as she stretched and strained. Ann Marie moved slowly among the students like a lioness prowling for prey, firmly repositioning some of the girls while Kara surreptitiously watched. She saw her step in front of Shelley, the flamboyant redhead who had a little bit of the same vampy attitude that Ann Marie had, and Kara thought she saw a look flash between the two tall women as Ann Marie purposefully manhandled the redhead into a better stance. Their bodies matched up perfectly, Kara noted, with Shelley boasting just a little more flare to the hips.
The next pose was "downward dog," with the girls forcing their palms to the ground just ahead of their feet while their pelvises remained in the air. Kara had always been good at this one so she felt immediate annoyance when she could see Ann Marie's feet headed her way. The Italian instructor stepped up beside Kara and placed one hand on Kara's pelvis, her fingers drifting from the bully's tailbone across the muscle of her left buttock until Kara felt the whisper of nails dragging across the nylon of her biker shorts.
"Hips back a little, Kara," Ann Marie purred softly as she tugged at the material hugging Kara's hips.
The instructor quietly maneuvered behind Kara; now her back was to the rear wall of the classroom and Ann Marie was practically invisible to the rest of her students. Kara could feel the warmth of Ann Marie's pelvis now fully behind her bent-over ass, now fully exposed to the instructor as Kara cocked her pelvis in the air. Both hands now gripped Kara's hipbones and Ann Marie's thumbs dug into the muscle of Kara's ass as she tugged backward even more. "I said back more," Ann Marie purred in a low voice barely audible to anyone but Kara. Ann Marie slipped one hand down Kara's spine, pressing into the small of her back to exaggerate her hip-thrusting pose even more. Kara bit her lip as she felt the heat roil off of Ann Marie's hips, close enough to her bent-over ass now to touch her. Kara knew her firm vulva and ass were now fully displayed and vulnerable to Ann Marie—if the instructor had been a man he could have rammed a cock into her cunt or ass with ease. But Ann Marie clearly had something else in mind and soon Kara felt the snicker of the instructor's nylon crotch whispering across her rear and then down a little until it was dragging slowly, very slowly across her exposed cunt.
Kara couldn't help but hiss a little at this sudden, raw contact between her newly throbbing pussy and the hot, bulging sex of Ann Marie Copolla. The instructor's nails dug purposefully into Kara's ass as she pulled the brunette's pelvis full up against her waiting hips and added muscle to the grind of her pussy against Kara's upended cunt. Kara swallowed a groan of dirty, angry pleasure but made certain to twist her ass slowly and nastily against Ann Marie's and glide her hot snatch as firmly against this invading, temporarily dominant pussy as she could. After a moment of this silent confrontation Ann Marie gave Kara's ass a condescending pat.
"Good," she said as she stepped away from the slowly panting brunette and resumed her place at the front of the class.
Kara stood up with the others, glancing around her silently to make sure no one else had seen what had just transpired between the two dark-haired women. She was burning with a cold fury and excitement. She had always planned to take her competitive little relationship with the instructor to the next level herself and she was both infuriated and gratified that Ann Marie had been the one to make the first move. The worst thing was that with the class only ten minutes old the instructor would be in the driver's seat for another 35 minutes and it would be impossible for Kara to take back control of the confrontation.
She simmered through the next few positions, occasionally catching a fiery, secretive glance from Ann Marie. Kara tried to throw all the secret hate she could into every look that passed between them, forcing her expression to threaten and promise all the vicious, filthy vengeance she planned to wreak on this arrogant raven-haired vixen the second they were alone. Ann Marie's return glances were cool and welcoming, as if she were savoring her student's boiling hate like warm broth. Kara could feel her breasts boiling with desire as she watched Ann Marie's body glide around the room, catlike on those long legs. She winced as she felt her hard brown nipples stretching to their limits, dragging the tight lycra of her sports bra and tenting the fabric between her two stiff poles. In the dim light of the classroom it was hard to see if Ann Marie's breasts were having the same response, especially with the instructor's equally black sports bra. Then Ann Marie put them into a high stretch and Kara felt her muscles groan as she reached for the ceiling with the other girls. Now she saw Ann Marie adjust a couple of the other girls by the wrists, forcing them to stretch up on their toes higher. She faced the redhead Shelley and stared into the girl's green eyes as she reached up and pulled on the other girl's freckled wrists, and Kara's eyes widened as she realized that Ann Marie's full chest was pressed against Shelley's front to front. She watched out of the corner of her eyes in fascination as Shelley's white sports bra bulged out slightly to the side at the pressure of Ann Marie's imposing chest, and the two women seemed to adjust themselves against each other as Ann Marie forced the big redhead into a longer stretch. She pulled away from the seeming clinch with a poisonous look in her eyes and Kara almost gasped when she saw Shelley's nipples now erect and poking through the material of her vivid white bra as Ann Marie's breasts left hers.
Kara swallowed as Ann Marie slowly walked toward her. She had absolutely no doubt of what the instructor intended as the woman's dark almond-shaped eyes locked on hers before briefly glancing down at Kara's outthrust chest, her sensuous lips curling into a dark, glossy sneer of contempt.
"Higher please, Kara," she said softly as her gorgeous, erotic face filled Kara's vision until they were nose to nose.
Ann Marie's fingers snaked up Kara's upraised arms until they locked around her wrists and pulled Kara higher. Kara breathed in a slow, barely controlled shudder as she felt the strength in Ann Marie's fingers and she brazenly arched her back to offer her bra-packed bosom to Ann Marie. The other girl's dark, smoky eyes blazed into hers as the instructor eased her boobs down against Kara's. Kara hissed quietly as her curiosity about the other woman's nipples was instantly satisfied: two unusually long, hard prongs jutted out from that bursting sports bra and buried themselves in the dark material of Kara's top. Kara's cruel mouth twisted in imitation of Ann Marie's contemptuous snarl as she forced her own stiff nipples as deep into the yielding, firm flesh of the other woman's breasts as she dared, and she allowed herself a sparkling, hateful smile as Ann Marie muffled a groan of response at the touch of Kara's warlike nipples stroking her boobs. She marveled at Ann Marie's attempt to look businesslike and formal as she maneuvered against Kara's body and crushed her fingers down on Kara's wrists. Kara widened her stance slightly and pressed back against Ann Marie and both girls let out two quiet grunts of effort as they tested each other's muscle and braced against one another. Kara stared coldly and spitefully into Ann Marie's eyes as their silent, secret struggle played itself out. She could feel the sweat pooling between her two hot breasts and watched rivulets trace Ann Marie's face as they stood glaring into each other's eyes. The air in Kara's lungs felt fiery hot as she forced herself against the instructor's body and realized that Ann Marie would smash her to the floor unless she stayed pressed against her with all her might. The face-off seemed to drag on forever with both girls refusing to back down, although Kara knew that no more than a few seconds had passed and that Ann Marie would not push this past the point where the other students might notice what was happening.
"Good, Kara," the instructor said finally, releasing her viselike grip on Kara's wrists.
As she turned away abruptly those inky black locks of hers slapped Kara's face and the brunette simmered as Ann Marie turned her attention back to the class. The final moments dragged out with Ann Marie virtually ignoring her, an act that infuriated the brunette almost as much as the instructor's blatant physical domination of her had so far. Finally they took their cool-down poses, kneeling on the mat and lowering themselves down to hunch over their legs so that their faces lay over their knees and breasts rested on folded thighs. Ann Marie again stalked the room, gently touching on a few girls' exposed backs as she urged them to relax. Finally she stopped over Kara and the brunette heard her say "Flatten down a bit more, Kara." Ann Marie knelt down and Kara felt the instructor lower herself on top of Kara's folded body, pressing her chest into Kara's back and nestling her face against Kara's soft, warm hair. She had seen Ann Marie do this to other girls during the cool down exercise as a way to loosen their joints but there was nothing therapeutic about the way Ann Marie was crushing her body down on top of Kara's now. She felt the dead weight of Ann Marie's breasts flattening out hotly on Kara's shoulder blades and the scent of the instructor's hot, sweet breath caressed her ear as her glistening dark lips parted and her pelvis pressed down on Kara's ass.
"Just relax, Kara," she whispered before dropping the volume of her voice even further.
"Now maybe you can remember which one of us is the instructor and which one of us is the student." Kara submitted to the humiliation in icy silence, drinking in the feeling of Ann Marie's warm body dominating hers. If there was any doubt that a war had been ignited between the two of them it had been removed by now.
With the class over Kara retired to the locker room in simmering silence, letting the cackling chatter of the other girls roll off her as she fumed. She glanced curiously at Shelley for a moment as she gossiped with her fellow redhead Bridget and wondered if she had misread the signals between Shelley and Ann Marie. Right now she didn't want anyone to come between her and the instructor. She was so caught up in the gathering conflict that she barely had the presence of mind to exercise her usual reign of terror over the other girls in the locker room. By now she usually had her top off and would slowly parade around the place, giving everyone a good view of what they were up against and daring anyone to challenge her. This was the end of the shift for the athletic building staff and usually the other girls got out of the place pretty fast, changing and showering before the facility closed down around them.
There was a brief commotion as several of the girls greeted an unexpected presence in the locker room: Ann Marie herself had entered and was heading down the aisle where Kara and some of the other girls lingered. Shelley greeted her first.
"Well, we don't normally see YOU in here, Ann Marie!"
The instructor smiled confidently as she opened her locker. Normally Ann Marie finished up her paperwork in the adjacent office so she could be the last to shower and close up, and Kara had never seen the instructor mingling with the other girls like this. Of course that meant she had never seen Ann Marie fully undressed. She stared coldly at the other woman as Ann Marie chatted with Shelley.
"I wanted to get out of her a little sooner tonight so if you girls can hurry along it would really help me out."
Unexpectedly she turned to look at Kara as she continued to speak.
"I did want to discuss something with you if you don't mind staying a little later, Kara," she said.
The two women were separated by about a dozen feet. As Ann Marie issued the request she casually reached down and pulled her sports bra up over her head and allowed her two perfect, olive-skinned breasts to tumble free. Kara almost gasped at the sight of the two big glands quivering briefly as they settled into place on the instructor's bare chest in a brazen display of just how firmly moored they were by muscle and firm young flesh. Ann Marie yanked the sports bra up over her head, disentangling it from the pile of inky black curls and shaking her mane of black hair before staring back into Kara's eyes with her perfectly-plucked eyebrows raised provocatively.
Despite Ann Marie's casual air Kara sensed an immediate wave of curiosity and excitement as the other girls checked out their instructor's perfect body. She even felt a few curious glances directed her way as several girls who had gotten the brunt of Kara's domineering chest over the past few months got a look at a woman who was a clear match for the bully in the breast department. "I don't mind at all, Ann Marie," Kara said evenly, realizing immediately that she didn't dare back down from this obvious challenge. Arching her back a little she coolly tugged her own sports bra up and over her two heavy jugs and let them fall free, yanked the bra over her head and tossed it carelessly into her open locker before staring back expectantly at Ann Marie. Again time seemed to stand still as the two women locked dark stares and boldly checked out each other's bare breasts. Kara's eyelids fluttered a little as she noted that in addition to that sexy beauty mark on Ann Marie's left breast the instructor sported perfectly proportioned, erect nipples that were almost black against her cool olive skin. Kara's dark brown nipples had always been a part of her threat package, the contrast against the pale bikini tan lines on her breasts highlighted by her otherwise tawny brown skin. Every other girl she'd run up against had either matched her in that area or boasted pink or reddish nipples and aureoles that she easily felt tougher than when faced with point to point. She had never seen two targets like the ones Ann Marie was pointing at her now, like two obsidian daggers eager to cut her breasts to ribbons. She comforted herself with the knowledge that she had experienced those two stiff points and while they were as hard as any she'd ever felt they were still nipple flesh, capable of being bent and scraped by her own weapons as much as any girl's could.
Kara busied herself at her locker for several more moments as the other girls came and went around her and the hiss of showers sounded from the other end of the locker room. She stalled until it was clear most of the girls had finished and then stripped off her biker shorts and grabbed a towel, allowing Ann Marie only a brief glimpse of her bare ass before she headed into the showers.
Only a couple of girls were finishing in there now and they seemed to rush to wrap up their efforts as Kara entered the room. She hung her towel and stepped into the range of one of the wall-mounted spigots, dousing herself and soaping herself up, groaning a little as she scrubbed the hot sweat of the classroom off her bare body. In a few moments she was alone with her thoughts and slick with soap. She massaged her breasts absently, lost in thought, and felt the dull ache that still resided in her two soft milk glands from their painful collision with Ann Marie's. She eyed them carefully in the fogging mirror against the room's far wall, checking to see if the points of Ann Marie's nipples had really left scrape marks on her untanned titflesh or whether she had just imagined that. Now she tallied up every indignity and humiliation Ann Marie had inflicted on her in the classroom and plotted the way she would exact a toll for every one of them on the instructor's flawless, unmarked body, promising herself it would not remain unmarked much longer.
So lost in thought was Kara she barely registered when the locker room emptied out; with all eight showers running and steam filling the room most of the sounds from the locker room outside were drowned out. But she did manage to hear Ann Marie Copolla slowly and purposefully enter the room. She turned to watch the naked girl stride across the wet tile floor and both women took each other in now for the first time, stark and brazenly naked and on full display to their newfound rival. Kara had been looking over her shoulder, giving Ann Marie a good look at her muscular back and taut, firm ass and thighs, but she quickly swiveled her pelvis and cocked one leg aside as Ann Marie strode in. Ann Marie's eyes immediately flicked down to examine Kara's thick, dangerous looking brunette carpet of pubic fur, trimmed neatly into a sharp, dark triangle, and Kara too glared down past Ann Marie's jet-black groove of a navel and firm belly to an even darker, inky black tangle of sexual fur nestled between supple thighs. The instructor seemed to dismiss Kara contemptuously as she strode past her to the opposite shower spigot and toss her towel aside, showing Kara her flawlessly sculpted olive-skinned back and powerful, heart-shaped ass. Ignoring Kara completely, Ann Marie drenched and soaped herself, putting her body on full display, cocking her pelvis from side to side and lathering her luxuriant black hair so that suds slid down every curve of her torso, rippling down back muscles and gathering in the sensuous depression over her tailbone before caressing their way down her glistening ass cheeks as they flexed provocatively. Finally Ann Marie slowly turned to display herself to Kara and the brunette watched lather slide slickly down across those two pouting, supple breasts and down across the rippling pads of Ann Marie's abs to gather in her dark navel and drift deep into her jungle of pubic fur. When Kara looked up into Ann Marie's eyes it was clear how proud the Italian was of her spectacularly sexy body and her almond-shaped doe eyes sparkled with spite as she stared down her student.
Kara snorted a little as she showed Ann Marie her back and fumed silently while she lathered herself again, flexing her own buns and digging her fingers into her hair so Ann Marie could see her shoulder blades and back muscles ripple under their curtain of soap suds. She coldly wrung the water out of her hair and turned with her elbows pointing at Ann Marie, chest thrust out and lather coursing over her meaty, bare breasts. Both girls now cradled their four full mammary glands, squeezing soap through their fingers as they slowly juggled their heavy globes and displayed their wares to one another as they coldly stared each other down. Kara dragged her tongue against the inside of her mouth as the hunger inside her began to reach the boiling point. Very few women had ever dared to get in her face, to go up against Kara Frederickson's body the way this bold, exotic beauty now dared. She would have to make this hot bitch pay the price for challenging her, Kara determined silently. No matter how long it took, no matter how hotly this big woman contested it, Kara was going to have reassert dominance…total dominance…until Ann Marie begged her for mercy.
As she finished the thought Ann Marie reached behind her to turn off the shower spigot and the sound level in the damp room was immediately cut in half. The Italian's eyes never left Kara as she switched off the water and began to slowly stalk her way towards her brunette enemy. Kara held her glance as she reached behind her and turned off her own shower, letting the last soapy sheets of water cascade across the contours of her now-tingling skin.
Both girls placed their hands on their hips as they approached each other daringly in the classic pose of female confrontation, lower jaws jutted out haughtily, boobs thrust forward, bellies tense. Neither spoke as they closed the distance between them with agonizing slowness and Kara's pulse began to race. This was the part of any confrontation that was the most unpredictable, she knew: who would make the first move here and what form this struggle would take was completely unknown. If Ann Marie chose to fight quickly and violently things could rapidly become dangerous in this slippery, hard environment. But the risk was worth it, Kara knew, because if she chose to go the other way, the way Kara wanted, it might be a face-off to remember.
In seconds Ann Marie had moved nose to nose with the brunette in a repeat of their stance in the classroom not so long ago. This time there was nothing to come between their two bare, soaking wet bodies, however. Kara's nose slipped past Ann Marie's and their two chins pressed together, trembling, twisted mouths sneering at each other directly above and so close that Kara could feel Ann Marie's lower lip sliding across hers with the slipperiness of soap and lip gloss. The two women held each other's glares for long, long seconds as each found themselves in the unusual position of facing a woman who wouldn't back down under her harshest look. Kara could sense Ann Marie's heavy, soaking wet chest desperately close to her own pounding breasts. The time was very near.
"Let's get something clear right now, Miss Frederickson," the instructor began. "I don't tolerate disrespect in the classroom or the locker room, especially when it comes from a girl like you."
"I'll let you know when you earn my respect, Miss Copolla," Kara replied coolly. "I don't bend over for every tall-ass graduate student who thinks she's hot stuff."
"You bent over well enough in class tonight and you'll bend over when I tell you to from now on," Ann Marie said bluntly.
Kara coolly glanced down at the instructor's wet, glistening breasts hovering in front of her own. She was impressed by this open confrontational mode from the Italian girl, brazenly flaunting her authority in this private, dangerous environment with both women intentionally letting it all hang out in front of each other. She had been eager to see how far Ann Marie would be willing to push their private rivalry and so far the raven-haired woman was exceeding her expectations.
"I've got a good mind to report you for sexually harassing me tonight, Ann Marie," Kara said. "Or do you take the opportunity to pussy hump every girl with her ass in the air in your class?"
"I doubt it's the first time a common whore like you offered her big snatch to whoever was nearby," Ann Marie said haughtily.
"Well it obviously wasn't the first time you rubbed those big tits of yours up against another girl your size, honey," Kara replied, eager to keep the verbal escalation rolling. "Just don't think you can mash those things down on my back and dominate me that way."
"If I want to dominate you, Kara, I'll do it face to face and you will definitely find out very quickly who's boss."
"Don't make me laugh," Kara snorted into the gorgeous instructor's face. "Any face to face showdown you and I have is going to go my way, and fast. Maybe I'm a common whore but you're a common pussy, Miss Ann Marie, and you just don't know when you're outclassed."
"I want you out of my class, Kara," Ann Marie said finally. "Get out and stay out of my way from now on."
"Get out of MY way," Kara said, pushing forward until her soaking bare breasts slid across Ann Marie's.
She exulted as she felt Ann Marie gasp slightly at the touch of their naked breast skin making soapy, sliding contact, but the instructor quickly recovered and bore those two black, erect nipples against Kara's delicate boob flesh until Kara too groaned at their touch. She snarled a little as she directed her own hard spindles back into Ann Marie's bare boobs and scraped them across the other girl's delicate, velvety skin. For long seconds both girls guided their hardened weapons brazenly and slowly against some of the most sensitive and rarely exposed flesh on their two bodies, daringly exposing their breasts to this dirty exploration and shoving their stiff nipples as deeply as possible into their rival's boobs. Kara had dared to hope that Ann Marie might shrink from this immediate, sexual confrontation but it should have been clear, she knew, that if the instructor was happy to bear her breasts directly against Kara's in front of everyone in their classroom that the next logical step of matching breasts naked in the privacy of this shower wouldn't be so daunting.
As if to confirm Kara's thoughts Ann Marie purred "I know all about your little bullying tactics with the other girls around here, Kara Frederickson, so don't think your little intimidation campaign with those fat ones of yours is going to work on me tonight."
Kara huffed against Ann Marie's face, her cruel mouth twisting to bare straight, dangerous-looking teeth. "I'm just getting started working on you, Ann Marie," she said huskily. "I should have warned you a long time ago to keep out of the way of my tits if you know what's good for you."
"That's fine bold talk but if you must know I was thinking of giving you the very same warning quite a long time ago, Miss Kara," Ann Marie said as she slowly directed her boobs against Kara's. "Good thing for you that running right into me with those bully breasts of yours gave me the perfect excuse to start what I've wanted to start with you all along."
"You've got the right attitude because I've been wanting to wipe that smart slut smile off your face and teach this body of yours who's boss for a long time too," Kara said.
"You're forgetting who the teacher here is again," Ann Marie said as the two girls circled against each other, each slowly seeking advantage against the other girl's firm breasts. "I've disciplined plenty of bully girls like you, honey, and you're going to find out there's one boss in this shower and one dominant body, and that's me and mine."
"Suck my tits, cunt," Kara sneered. For the first time she maneuvered her nipples directly against Ann Marie's and both girls' breathing quickened ravenously as their hard, wet nipples came into direct contact for the first time.
"You stiff little slut," Ann Marie snarled as she ground against Kara more vigorously. Kara shuddered a little at the feel of those black, vicious nipples as her own hard rods sliced against them and plunged slowly against Ann Marie's sandpaper rough aureole skin. "I've never had a woman match up to my big nipples and you won't be the first." Both girls were stroking around each other's mammaries now in quick, muscular movements as they feinted and skirmished carefully on the slippery floor, bare breasts jostling against each other.
"You haven't been listening to your students, honey," Kara said, wincing and gasping against Ann Marie's nipples as she slapped her slippery boobs against the other woman's heavy globes viciously. "I beat every big-boobed bitch around here who ever got in my face so a creamy wop like you isn't gonna give me any trouble."
"Cunt," Ann Marie growled. The girls were jamming together now, jostling and smacking every time they closed and rammed, soap and spray splattering off each other's quivering tits as the skirmish heated up. Kara divided her attacks between hard butting rams that jammed their jiggling boobs together in hot collisions, dangerous echoes of the run-in that had ignited their feud, and slicing, slow grinds that let her cut her nipples across Ann Marie's bulging glands, albeit at the cost of the instructor's hard black nipples carving across her own sensitive, tingling tits too. The most vicious struggling took place every time they locked and corkscrewed long nipples together, twisting around one another to bend each other's shafts back painfully and abrade each other's tingling nipple flesh as much as possible. With all the soap and lather even these tingling tangles were more stimulating than painful and both Kara's and Ann Marie's breaths now came in hot, aroused gasps as they closed and slapped together body to body, dark hair tangling in curls against each other's cheeks and briefly knotting together as they struggled.
"How do those fat jugs of yours feel now, pussy?" Kara taunted as she bore herself in close to Ann Marie and both girls dragged their heavy glands against each other more slowly. Kara's snarling mouth brushed Ann Marie's slick lips with every word and the Italian hissed against her until both girls' teeth bared enough to contact the soft pillowy flesh of their gaping mouths. Ann Marie snarled and nipped at Kara's lower lip and Kara twisted against her viciously enough to catch her enemy's mouth briefly between her snapping teeth and exact a slow and ugly love bite on her rival.
"Let's see how yours feel under some real pressure, girly," Ann Marie said as her hands slapped onto Kara's love handles and slid around her back. Kara immediately responded and the girls grappled together as they bearhugged, crushing their soap-slick tits together intimately. Now Ann Marie retaliated for Kara's bite as her yawning, sexy mouth engulfed Kara's cheek and bit along her jawline, smearing blood-red lipstick across the other girl's face. Kara snarled against the bite and twisted around to bring her mouth into contact with Ann Marie's. As the two pairs of hot lips and flashing teeth closed together both girls almost hyperventilated against each other, gasping at this daring, violent near-kiss while below their bare breasts slapped and smacked as their chests briefly parted and then smacked down against each other once more to trap their four mammaries in crushing conflict. As Kara felt her nipples tearing against Ann Marie's she screeched and powered her mouth into the raven-haired instructor's in a clash of teeth and sweet flesh. Incisors cracked together as the girls maneuvered around each other's mouths until Ann Marie suddenly bit down, engulfing Kara's lips in her own. Teeth sank into Kara's snarling mouth until she twisted out of the bite and feasted on hot flesh of her own, forcing Ann Marie's hot mouth open inch by agonizing inch. She felt the instructor's tongue flash against her lips and teeth almost in spite and for a second she forced her own tongue back against the invading pinkness of Ann Marie's just to prove she wasn't above the kind of raw erotic conflict the other girl obviously craved.
Below their four bare breasts warred over the minute space between their muscular chests as each sought to crush her adversary's mammaries into cold submission. Kara widened her stance and felt Ann Marie's supple thighs brace against hers and the other girl's firm abs smack down onto her own in yet another test of womanly strength. She kept her ass flexed, pelvis cocked backward to keep her throbbing pussy out of harm's way even as she felt the heat roiling off of Ann Marie's dark bush. She forced her breasts in even tighter against the other girl's and both women screamed as their scraped, raw nipples raked against each other yet again.
"I'm going to smash the fucking milk out of your tits you big hot bitch!" Kara threatened against Ann Marie's snarling mouth. Now they wrestled toward the cold tiles of the shower room walls and Kara briefly felt her supple back smack against the tiles as Ann Marie smashed her body backward.
"I told you I've been ready to warn you away from my boobs, whore," Ann Marie growled as their mouths collided again. "I'll make you wish you never rammed your big ones against mine in that hallway today!"
"I'll teach you to think twice before you press your hot ones up against me in the middle of a classroom, you big fucking cunt!" Kara bellowed as she muscled Ann Marie off her and pivoted around to smash her soaking chest back into the other big girl and force her against the wall. Both girls now curled their fingers deep into each other's thick hair and braced body to body as the crushing, muscle against muscle struggle began to take its toll. Ann Marie was as powerful as she had long suspected while she'd studied that supple, sexily sculpted body rippling underneath her exercise outfits in class. She could feel the other woman's powerful biceps crushing against her arms and breasts as they mashed together and even as she felt the groans and gasps of pain that she was forcing out of Ann Marie's mouth she knew she was up against an equal in stamina and strength.
"It's time an arrogant bitch like you learned not to mess around with your betters," Ann Marie grunted against her.
"I'm better than you and I'll prove it on this shower room floor if I have to!" Kara snarled.
"You and that wet hot body of yours will have to do better than this if you plan to come out on top of me and mine, honey!" Ann Marie growled.
"I beat your boobs to a standstill and I'm ready to contest our differences anywhere else on your bitch body you want to!" Kara groaned and crushed back against her furiously, but both girls had by now drained the lions' share of each other's strength and the struggle was becoming slow and messy now.
"You really want to take this farther, baby," Kara groaned, "I'll fucking choke the life out of you."
As if reading her mind Ann Marie's blood-red mouth yawned ravenously and Kara pressed forward, both girls quivering in each other's muscular embrace as they dragged raw, abraded lips across one another and struggled for purchase until Ann Marie suddenly clamped her mouth down hotly on top of Kara's. Kara growled around the Italian's tongue as it invaded her mouth and she twisted against Ann Marie until she could close off the other girl's nostrils with her cheek and force her own tongue deep into her enemy's mouth, robbing her of air. Ann Marie thrashed viciously against her and soon found a way to block Kara's nose too; both girls raged and moaned into each other's angry mouths as they tried to asphyxiate each other, each still thrusting and pounding her tongue against her rival's as if she would kill her enemy with pleasure and choke her at the same time. After long moments of this deadly contest both girls withdrew, gasping against each other and tearing furiously with slow sadism into each other's hair.
It hadn't take long for the soaking wet struggle to bring both women to their knees, gasping and moaning in each other's arms as they fought to crush the resistance out of their rival.
"You kiss like a gutter whore," Ann Marie gasped as she sucked her way out of their mouth lock.
"You sucked my tongue like you suck cock bitch," Kara grunted against the Italian girl's cheek as each girl eased more of her own exhausted weight onto each other's shoulders while still managing to drag their heavy breasts sadistically slow against one another.
Kara couldn't tell any more what was soap, shower water or sweat as their slick, soaking bodies dueled, but she knew the two women had powered into each other so all-in in just a few moments that each had fought each other to the point of exhaustion. It was time to finish this once and for all.
"Why don't you show me how a common pussy fights, woman," Kara challenged.
"If you're suggesting what I think you are I don't think you're ready to handle it, whore," Ann Marie breathed.
"I'm more than ready you cheap sweaty bitch," Kara said, tensing her belly against Ann Marie's abs and clinching in even tighter against the other woman. "But only if you're tough enough to match that fucking big cunt of yours up against mine."
"I think I proved I'm not afraid to confront that hot fur you've got between those long legs of yours once already tonight, Kara Frederickson," Ann Marie huffed, twisting her tits against Kara's to emphasize her words.
"Don't make me laugh, slut," Kara snorted into the other girl's face. "Rubbing that hot crotch against mine through our shorts doesn't count for shit; I could grind pussies with you that way all night and not settle anything."
"That was just a little tease, you fucking big cunt," Ann Marie hissed. "You think you're the only girl in this locker room who's been in a real pussy fight before?"
"You're not the cunt fighting kind, girl," Kara taunted. "You like to strut your stuff but when it comes down to down and dirty fighting you wouldn't dare match pussies with a woman like me."
"Tell yourself that all you want, hussy," Ann Marie sneered. "The hard truth is I've beaten bigger cunts than yours straight up and I would dominate your pussy in any head on match-up between your snatch and mine."
"I've half a mind to grab onto that hot round ass of yours and find out if you're all talk," Kara purred into Ann Marie's face.
"You felt my nails in those hard buns of yours once tonight, honey," Ann Marie growled. "If you want your ass squeezed tight we can get in nice and close and settle this issue between us once and for all, cunt to cunt."
"Bring it on you big-boobed bitch," Kara hissed. "I'll get you back for rubbing down my snatch in class tonight and I'll show you who the top woman in this shower is right here and right now." Kara dragged her nails down Ann Marie's soapy back until her hands were clamped down on the Italian girl's round buns, and she felt Ann Marie's sharp nails cut their way down the muscles of Kara's back until they dug deep into the bully's flexing ass. Both girls groaned at this new sexual contact and they glared spitefully into each other's eyes as they probed, pinched and massaged each other's buns appreciatively, weighing the muscle and flexing themselves down there to show off their pelvic power to their rival.
Kara closed her eyes briefly as she luxuriated in the feeling of Ann Marie's bare, slippery breasts caressing hers and she shifted slightly to bring their tingling, sore nipples against each other one more time. She felt Ann Marie's hot, gasping breath on her mouth and the instructor's juicy lips closed over hers once again, closing off the world from each other's trapped tongues as they slowly licked throbbing corkscrews around each other and moaned into each other's mouths. Kara sucked the other girl's sweet taste gland hungrily and felt Ann Marie's teeth on her tongue as both girls again sucked the air from each other almost to the point of unconsciousness before pulling away and gasping against each other.
"I've been waiting for the day I would humiliate you and teach you a lesson you'll never forget," Ann Marie gasped. "You've been an insult to me ever since the first day you strutted these big tits into my class and now I'm going to make you regret that you ever set eyes on my body!"
"Don't think I haven't been biding my time and waiting to get at you too, Miss Copolla," Kara groaned. "Why do you think I took your pathetic little class, girl? I've been watching you and waiting to get in close to you just the way we are now, just you and me in private to settle our differences the dirtiest way we can."
"Looks like we're both going to get what we want right this minute then, you arrogant, big hot bitch," Ann Marie snarled. "I'm going to dominate you and that steaming cunt of yours the way someone should have dominated it a long time ago."
"Shut your mouth and press that big pussy of yours up against mine than if you're such a hard tough cunt," Kara demanded.
"Why don't you try and shut it for me, baby," Ann Marie replied, again dragging her hot lips across Kara's. "You shut my mouth and you press your cunt up to match mine because I'm going to grind your fat meat down hard."
"Bring it on, whore," Kara said as she bit into Ann Marie's lips. She felt the Italian girl's belly press into hers and the instructor's ass cheeks flex powerfully under her fingers as a burning warmth caressed Kara's cunt hair and she felt the first tickle of Ann Marie's thick black fur invade her soft bush. She forced her pelvis forward and trembled as the girls sucked on each other and Ann Marie slowly and spitefully dragged her sweaty dark carpet of fur across Kara's cunt. Kara ground her pussy upward against Ann Marie's sideswipe and both girls hissed and winced as their fur tangled and knotted, and each girl yanked away intermittently to tear some knot of intermingled fur loose and pluck it away from her rival's tingling vulva. Kara shook triumphantly as she slowly tore what seemed like dozens of curly black hairs from one side of Ann Marie's cunt and won a throaty snarl of pain from the Italian.
"You fitlhy dirty-fighting tramp!" Ann Marie hissed. "I'll pound your vulva for that!"
"That was nothing, honey," Kara promised. "I can do a lot worse to your pathetic pussy tonight and I swear to you I will once we get down to real cunt fighting."
"You don't know the meaning of the term, bitch, and I'll prove it," Ann Marie swore, crushing Kara to her and digging her cunt in deep against Kara's. Now both girls groaned as they engaged their pussies fully against each other in the hot fog of the shower. Kara hissed as she felt Ann Marie's bikini line seek out hers and the edgy sandpaper stubble there scrape painfully against her most sensitive skin.
"You fucking cunt," Kara moaned as she took the pussy assault and twisted her fur-covered labia against the instructor's, forcing her hot fur into the crevasse of Ann Marie's sex and grinding coarse hair into her enemy's cunt. Both girls wrenched against each other, buttocks pulsing as the cunt fight turned violent, each girl thrusting violently against her rival and loud, wet slaps rocking through the echo chamber of the shower.
"If you want to start a real pussy fight I'll make you regret it you bitch," Ann Marie bellowed as she continued to pound Kara's cunt. "I'm a trained athlete, not some lazy bully bitch like you, so if you want to find out who's got more pelvis power you're not going to like what you find out."
"I've outfucked more people than you'll ever match up against, girlfriend, so don't think you've got anything on me where pounding pussy's concerned!" Kara growled, grunting against the impacts against her throbbing vulva and hissing as pussy hairs were yanked and torn from her cunt and Ann Marie's attacking crotch rammed against her own firm flesh time after time. Her thigh muscles throbbed in protest as both girls struggled to brace themselves against each other and maintain their balance, splaying ever wider on their knees on the wet slippery tiles and opening their vulnerable pussies to more and more pounding abuse from their enemy. Each girl took a few clumsy shots with their fists into each other's lower back and flanks, grunting at the dull smacking impacts while knowing that their slippery fists couldn't do much damage in this slick wetness. Each girl bit and mauled at her opponent's face and mouth exhaustedly, locking up mouth to mouth as much as they could until both were too winded to close off those vital airways any longer. They hugged each other close and groaned as they continued to pound and grind their soaked cunts against each other, neither willing to admit defeat to her rival.
"You fucking hairy, hot cunt," Ann Marie gasped against Kara, managing to perform several more long, grinding rubs against Kara's pussy.
"You common pussy," Kara moaned as she retaliated for every ounce of friction Ann Marie put to her pussy.
"I'll show you how a common pussy fucks gutter cunts like yours, baby," Ann Marie countered as the girls stroked viciously against each other's sex. Kara was now almost too exhausted to hold the other girl against her but she clung to Ann Marie with a death grip that would not be broken until she passed out. Suddenly she felt her knees slip out from under her and her ass, then her back slapped to the slippery wet floor. Ann Marie's chest crushed down on top of hers with a sickly wet smack and the raven-haired girl's mouth closed over hers one final time. Ann Marie shoved her tongue deep into Kara's mouth and Kara felt the other woman's thick hot cunt smash deep into her sexual flesh, forcing the fur between them apart so that their abraded, raw vulva and pink labials folds could now caress and intermingle in superheated agony. Kara felt a tingle spread through her back and inner thighs and her pulse begin to race as the beginnings of a long, explosive orgasm began to burn through her cunt and she knew that Ann Marie would take her unless she did something. She struggled against the slick, wet body crushing down on top of her, wincing at the sharp penetration of Ann Marie's nipples cutting into her yielding breasts. Her stomach protested as she forced her cunt back up against Ann Marie's with every ounce of strength she had left, twisting against the other girl's mouth in a frenzy of sexual energy.
Kara's clit had unfurled and lengthened against Ann Marie's slick labia in the struggle as she reached her moment of ultimate desire and excitedly she felt a response from within the folds of Ann Marie's cunt as a rival sex bud throbbed against her own and slid out from beneath the instructor's labia. Kara jerked her clit against Ann Marie's and felt the other girl flinch and shudder in her embrace as their two clits suddenly engaged one another in a duel far more intimate and explosive than any their feuding body parts had undertaken so far. Her buns tensed and clenched as she forced her clit against Ann Marie's and the instructor pulled out of their deadly kiss and gasped in violation as their clits stroked one another. For one vital second Ann Marie lost control, moaning against Kara's body, and the bully twisted ferociously beneath her. The two girls struggled desperately and with renewed, bone crushing violence on the floor, chests still locked together as their duel of domination reached its climax. For one second they matched muscle on their sides and Kara sank her teeth into Ann Marie's neck, then scraped her gaping mouth down across her enemy's collar bone and sank her teeth into one black, erect nipple as the instructor screamed. That was all it took to consolidate her position and mount her enemy, slamming Ann Marie's back into the soaking floor tiles.
Kara wrestled slowly and painfully with the powerful pilates instructor as Ann Marie's gorgeous, exotic face contorted in fury and outrage at the knowledge that she could now lose this fight. Finally the slick soap and sweat worked to Kara's advantage as she slid her body upward across Ann Marie's toned olive-skinned flesh and muscle to mount her. She mated her inner thighs against Ann Marie's as she forced her enemy's long legs apart and brought their two warring cunts back together for one final showdown, now adding the force of gravity to her own supple, potent hips as she began to slowly and ferociously stroke her fur and sex against Ann Marie's throbbing pussy flesh.
"This is your last chance, bitch," she hissed as she bore her snarling mouth down against Ann Marie's lips. "If you want to match me you're going to have to stroke that big clit of yours against mine right now."
"I'm more than happy to give you clit fighting if that's what you want, you gutter whore," Ann Marie groaned even as her body began to succumb to Kara's.
It was all bravado now, Kara thought as she began to stroke her long, stiff clit against the full inch of Ann Marie's erect sex horn, matching her pink shaft against her rival's ferociously. Her breath quickened as she stabbed quick, short strokes against Ann Marie's struggling clit, fire burning through her body as the instructor's sex shaft aroused hers. She could feel her orgasm beginning to rattle her flesh but she would not allow herself to be taken until she felt this arrogant cunt surrender underneath her. Both girls cursed and swore viciously into each other's sweaty faces as they stroked violently in minute, intimate thrusts, but the pussy battle was preordained. Ann Marie's body finally gave underneath Kara's muscle and sweat as the bully took what was rightfully hers.

Peasant Actresses #1

Written by H.G. Hunt

Two schoolgirls Emily and Joy titfight to get a role in a musical.
High school Juniors Emily and Joy both loved performing. When entering high school they both took drama classes and tried out for plays at their school. Fortunately they had a little bit of talent, even as freshman, and were able to obtain small parts in most productions. As their high school years went by they each found themselves trying out for the same or similar parts. By the time their junior year was winding down they once again found themselves cast in similar roles. Both girls were given medium speaking parts and lots of singing in the chorus portions of the last musical of the year.
The spring musical was set in a peasant village in Europe in years gone by and the costumes were contemporary with the time period. The girls all wore peasant dresses, most of which were strapless, cut just below the armpits and above their breasts. The roles they played were both of the bawdy bar maid type of character. In these roles it was acceptable for their dresses to be worn low enough to show some considerable cleavage. A half-dozen girls formed the barmaid contingent of the cast. Both Joy and Emily had ample cleavage to display, and within the tastefulness of a high school play they weren't bashful about showing their cleavage.
Joy and Emily were big girls. Joy stood 5'9" and sported 38C tits. She was also a real party girl, not paying much attention to her schoolwork, outside of drama. She was a member of the "hair color of the week" club. She had naturally brown hair but often she was a red head, sometimes blonde, often dying her hair jet-black, ala Goth. When it came time for performances, though, she would always were her natural color. She usually kept her hair short but stylish, never dropping below her shoulders. Joy had a pretty face, but not one that would quite make her runway material. Emily stood 5'8" and was also blessed with 38C breasts. Emily, outside of drama, was quite different than Joy. Emily was a high achieving student. She often took advanced classes and usually got A's. While Joy didn't even make plans for her after high school days, Emily was hoping to get accepted into a prestigious eastern university. Emily was a very pretty girl. Her facial features were very refined and were framed by very light platinum blonde long hair. She always kept her hair styled beautifully. Bouncy and with full waves, her pretty hair was usually worn about five inches below her shoulder. Both girls were 17 years old and very full of themselves.
They shared lots of mutual friends and occasionally attended parties together or talked together in school. Their relationship had been congenial most of the first three years of high school. While they hadn't really been enemies in high school, the competition involved in trying out for parts had caused each to take notice of the other, particularly this year. Both had auditioned for the lead female role, but the part went to an outstanding senior girl who deserved the role. They weren't real surprised that they hadn't won the big part. Each girl, however, was looking forward to next year, when the senior would be graduated and they would each have a good chance of being selected for the lead female roles in their final performances. As each girl went through the auditions, practices, and finally the performances, bad feelings between the girls began to surface. Their director was a 35 year-old male teacher, highly respected for his talent in the field. Emily thought that Joy was going a little overboard in her cleavage displays. When she watched her adjust her dress in the dress rehearsals, she would notice Joy would invariably adjust the top of her dress downward to show more of her ample breasts, particularly whenever the director was on-stage. Emily fumed at this. Knowing that she would have a great chance of winning a lead role next year, she sure wasn't about to stand by and watch Joy steal it from her by flashing more flesh in the director's direction. Emily figured that two can play that game. She too began displaying more cleavage. More than was necessary. She also took advantage of several opportunities, when the handsome director was on stage with them, to stand close and ‘accidentally' bump his arm or chest with her tits. Occasionally she would even catch his eye. He would look directly at her, and without a word, send her a message that he knew those tittie bumps weren't as accidental as they looked. She was enjoying the power of teasing her teacher and knowing full well that Joy didn't have anything on her in the sex appeal department. She was a very confident and smart young lady.
Joy, having been a conniver her whole life, didn't appreciate the actions she saw from Emily. Joy continued to make sure she showed as much cleavage as possible whenever Mr. Slater, the director, was around. She also found ample opportunities to brush up against Mr. Slater, dragging her breasts provocatively across his arm or back or chest. Mr. Slater was not na?ve about what was going on. Even though he was happily married with kids, he couldn't help but feel stirrings in his groin when these two pretty and bountifully proportioned girls would flaunt themselves in his direction. Just one of the perks of the job, he thought. He never tried to take advantage of the situation. Just casting knowing looks in their direction was as far as it went. Occasionally he would find himself with both girls leaning over close to him, in their costumes, and being treated to a very exciting four-boob display. It was as if each of them were trying to out-do the other. And they were!
This behavior continued throughout the rehearsals without let up. Joy began making little bitchy comments to Emily when they were out of earshot of Mr. Slater. Emily wasn't usually a bitchy girl, but this circumstance was not one she could just let go. She too began making rude and derogatory remarks about Joy, out of earshot of most people. Both made comments designed to cut down the appearance of the other. Joy had told one of the other girls that Emily was always singing off key and that it made them sound bad. Emily heard about that remark and at the next opportunity she said to a group of the other actors, when Joy wasn't around, that Joy would never make a realistic peasant girl, with her hair died black. It was as if the parts they were playing were that of royal bitch, not peasant girl.
The hatred that had developed between them needed release. Both wanted the performance to be a success and so neither ever did anything to jeopardize the play, but both were feeling that they wanted to demolish the other girl. May 5, a Saturday night, rolled around and they had their last performance to a sold out crowd and were very pleased with their performances. As was customary after each performance, one of the actors hosted a cast party. They both attended the party. Joy had driven alone as had Emily. The girls were still in costume, still showing cleavage, and now it wasn't part of the play. Venturing into the kitchen to find Emily pouring a drink, Joy adjusted her dress to show an inch more cleavage than she had ever showed on stage. She was very proud of her big boobs and now that the play was over and decorum didn't matter quite so much she was going to show off. Her intended audience was Emily and Emily alone. "That bitch," Emily thought when she saw how much breast was visible above the top of Joy's dress, "two can play this game!" She proceeded to very deliberately pull her dress down an inch, bringing an equal amount of delectable white breast flesh into view. She was staring at Joy and Joy was staring right straight back at her. Emily took a step towards Joy and Joy took a step at Emily. The party was going on loudly in the other room, but they were the only two in the kitchen at the moment.
Emily spoke first, "You've got a lot of nerve. You think you can flash your tits at Mr. Slater and sway him to give you that leading role next year. Well he knows I'm a better actress and a better singer than you. So just put it out of your head. You don't have a chance to get the lead in next year's plays."
Joy took another step to within a foot of Emily, stared directly into her eyes with daggers of hate, and retorted, "You're the bitch who thinks she can get whatever she wants by showing her ugly tits. You are just jealous that I have what it takes to get a man to look in my direction. It was me he was looking at whenever we were on stage together. Besides, you don't have anything over me in the singing and acting department. I am better than you and you know it."
Emily: "In your dreams cunt. Your flabby tits were never a match for mine. I will have the lead role next year and if you are smart you won't even try out."
Joy: "Fuck you! You are the one who better not show her face or tits at tryouts."
Emily: "You don't want me to show my tits because you know he'll choose mine over yours any day. Your saggy boobs can't handle a pair like mine. Mine are a real woman's pair. Yours don't stand a chance compared to mine."
Joy: "Just give me one chance and I'll prove you wrong. My boobs would annihilate your pancake tits. You have no idea!"
Emily: "So let me get this straight. Are you challenging me to a titfight? If you are, I accept and I'll turn your tits into mush. I'll make you wish you never saw my breasts."
With that comment Joy stepped right up to Emily. Clad in their peasant dresses they were now tit to tit. "You just wish your tits compared to mine. Look down there now. My boobs are bigger, firmer, and better in every way than yours." With that she pushed her boobs hard into Emily's pair. Emily didn't flinch and pushed back. " No way. I've got the best breasts in this room and I will prove it to you. But I don't think we should do it here. The others would see or hear us and this is just between you and me. Lets get out of here and go somewhere where we can be alone and I'll prove to you whose breasts are queen."
"Right. Lets go to my house. My parents went to visit my grandparents in the city after tonight's play and they won't be back until Monday. We can have the house to ourselves."
So, without any of the other cast members knowing anything, the girls left the party and headed to Joy's house. Joy left a couple of minute early to open up the house and make sure her parents had left town. When she got there she found the note that said they had left about an hour earlier and to take care of the house while they were gone. "I'll take care of the house and I'll take care of that bitch Emily too," she thought.
Emily arrived and went up to the door and knocked. She was anxious as hell to get in there and show Joy just what real tits were. Joy opened the door and let her in. "Follow me she said and they headed to the back of the house where there was a large family room. The curtains were drawn and the lights were low. Joy went over to the stereo and put on some soft music. Returning to the center of the room she put her hands on her hips and stared daggers at Emily. Emily stared right back and lifted her hands up under her breasts, cupping them and wiggling them at Joy. "Get ready to have your tits destroyed. These girls here will destroy your puny things." Then she pulled her dress even lower, exposing nearly all the top half of her gorgeous firm breasts. Joy, not to be outdone, pulled her dress even lower too. Stepping closer to Emily she shook her tits from side to side, causing them to swing rhythmically back and forth. "These girls will pound your tits to destruction. Here's the deal. After your tits are whipped you will not try out for next year's plays. I'll be the one who wins the lead role and you can watch from the audience."
Emily took the bait. "Loser won't even try out next year. It's a deal. But I'll be the one on stage next year and you will be so ashamed you won't even come to watch."
With that she stepped up to Joy. "You won't need this!" and in one quick move she reached out and grabbed Joy's dress and yanked down, exposing Joys strapless bra. Then she reached around behind Joy and undid the hooks and tossed aside Joy's bra. She had now exposed Joy's big proud tits. Joys boobs were a sight to behold. Large, oval, very white, firm globes merging into light pink areolas nearly three inches across and topped by extended nipples. They were firm and thick, about half an inch long and equally as wide. Joy grabbed Emily's dress in response and pulled her top down too. Duplicating Emily's action she removed and tossed aside her bra. Emily's gorgeous tits now leaped into view. Her tits were impressive. They were large, round, and with white creamy skin and light brown areolas. Her areolas had a sharp crisp boundary with her white skin and were just slightly less in diameter than Joys. Her nipples were much like Joys but were slightly longer and slightly less in diameter. Both girls were very proud of their womanly endowments. Joy reached behind her and untied the knot holding her dress in place. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out of the dress. She and Emily had kicked off their sandals earlier and now Joy was dressed in panties only. They were not overly sexy or overly conservative either. They were just normal white panties cut high on the leg in a bikini style. Emily, not to be outdone, removed her own dress and tossed it aside, revealing her yellow bikini cut panties. Each girl gave the other's body a disdainful once-over. Each made mental comparisons. Joy noted that there was great similarity in their bodies. Only an inch different in height, breasts appeared the same size, hips curved outward and in to modest waists. Joy had a little bit more baby fat around her middle, but it wasn't much. Emily really had quite a trim waist and she thought Joy was flabby, even though it was only a slight difference than her own waist. Emily spoke, "Are you ready?" Joy: "Never been more ready. Lets get at it."
Focusing their attention on the four breasts they moved slowly together. Joys breasts hardly jiggled as she stepped forward, nipples pointing threateningly at Emily's chest. Emily's firm big tits moved forward to meet the challenge of Joy's menacing tits. Emily pulled her shoulders back and thrust her chest out to make her boobs loom even larger. Joy took a deep breath and pushed her chest out as far is it would go. Joy looked down to see her nipples being threatened by Emily's approaching nipples. Not the least bit awe struck she still couldn't help but be impressed by the size, shape, color, and nipple erection of Emily's tits. Emily could think of nothing but using her nipples to destroy Joy's thick nipples. She knew the size and firmness of Joy's tits would be formidable, but she was extremely confident that her pair could dominate the tit battle that was set to begin. Emily and Joy maneuvered their upper bodies to line up with each other. Their similar sizes made it easy to do this. Their breasts were perfectly level with each other and their nipples hung proudly the exact same distance apart. The similarities they noticed in the other girl made them even more angry and intent on punishing their opponent's tits. Neither girl had ever done this before and they were tentative. As their nipples lined up perfectly and the distance between them shrunk down to just an inch, they stopped.
Joy spoke out in her sexiest voice, "See how my nipples look so sexy. They are big and firm and are just made for sex. Your nipples can't hold a candle to my precious ones." Emily shot right back, "No way! My nipples are longer than yours. They are better for sex than yours. They will teach your puny nipples what its like to go up against a real woman's nipples." With that she brought her nipples forward directly into contact with Joy's nipples. Even through their mutual hatred, the sexiness of their foreplay talk had excited their sex drive. Jolts of pleasure shot through both their bodies, radiating out from all four nipples and coursing through their bodies. Emily shuddered with the pleasing intimacy of touching her nipples point-to-point with Joy's. Joy also shuddered and let out a little moan as the excitement shot through her body and entered her pussy. With gentle rocking motions they began to test the nipples of their foe. Just barely rubbing the tips of their nipples together, both girls looked down at the battle between them, watching intently and trying to feel out the opponent. Joy twisted her torso a little bit and jabbed directly towards Emily's nipples at a slight angle. She was intent on bending Emily's nipples over flat. While the direct forward angle of her own nipples did cause Emily's to deflect slightly to the left they firmly held their ground. "Look at that," Emily said proudly "My nipples will bend yours right over, just watch and feel." She maneuvered her torso much like Joy had just done. Joy braced her tits for the challenge. Emily lined up both her nipples to push on the sides of Joy's nipples at about a 45-degree angle. She leaned forward pushing hard, only to watch as Joy's nipples held their ground. If they deflected at all it was hard to see. "Lets do it again," said Joy. She repeated the nipple jab. Emily took her turn. The results were the same. Each attacking nipple could only deflect the defending nipple a tiny amount. Their erections were equal. Taking turns they kept up their sideways attacks with no definitive results. After several minutes of these gentle nipple jabs the motions became more intense. When Joy went to take her turn she was met by Emily jabbing back at her at the same time. Emily used her nipples to poke at the softer tissue of Joy's areolas, pushing hard into them, trying to see just how far she could make her nipples penetrate into Joy's breasts. Joy pushed her pink nipples into Emily's light brown areola, relishing the feeling of the tit combat. She watched as her nipples made indentations in Emily's areolas, proud in the depth she could produce. Emily too was proud of the penetration she was getting from her nipples as they jousted into Joy's pink tips. They had left behind the attempts to bend the nipples of each other and were now mutually trying to push their nipples into the other's sensitive areolas. Leaning back and then plunging forward in unison, the girls even in their anger were enjoying the combative contact between their sensitive nipples. Sexual excitement had grown from their first highly charged nipple contact into pangs of lust surging from their groins. Emily could feel a spot of dampness on her panties and was somewhat embarrassed by it at first. Then she came to realize that the sexy nipple play was probably doing the same thing to Joy. It was. Joy kept her pussy lips shaved and the wetness seeping out of her pussy was soaking the crotch of her panties too. Joy reveled in the sexy competition. Sensing that this nipple poking was resulting in another sexy standoff, she decided to change tactics. She began to move her tits together from side to side, raking her nipples across the outstretched nipples of Emily. As they passed from side to side each pair of nipples pulled firmly against the other. Each bent the other sideways in equal amounts. They would depart from straight forward at a 45-degree angle and then slide across the other and spring back into straightness. Nipple against nipple, right against left, and left against right, they began swinging their tits with more force and leaning into each other. Back and forth went the tits. Nipples scraped paths across the opponent's tits and flicking across the nipples of their nemesis.
Keeping time with the soft music in the background they began to really start swatting their tits against the other girl. Neither girl had flinched or backed down from any phase of the competition yet and they weren't about to start now, even as the intensity began to increase. Wham! Wham! The sound of breasts smacking into breasts was now audible above the music. This slapping was kept up for at least 15 minutes. Both girls were feeling the pain and had begun to make grunting noises on impact. Neither girl's nipples had been depleted in erection at all. Both were still firmly impacting and scraping furrows across the tits of the other girl. When the nipples whipped against each other the equality of the combat was still very apparent. Again finding no advantage for either girl they began another stage as if by mutual agreement. Leaning forward and grinding tit into tit, trying to squash the other girl's tits flat began. Joy pushed and grunted as she ground her firm nipples deeply into Emily's tits. She moved left and right, up and down, trying to find soft tissue to poke her nipples deep into Emily's boobs. Emily was moving as well, and finding that Joy's grunts and squeals were a little louder when she poked underneath with her long nipples, began to try to focus her attacks on the soft underside of Joy's boobs. Joy, to counter, flexed her legs lower to come up from the underside of Emily's tits as well. In trying to lower their center of gravity to push their tits up underneath the other their legs began bumping together, destabilizing their balance. Without missing a poke each girl began to grab the other's waist for balance. Now their tit pushing and grinding redoubled in intensity, with hands on the other's waist for leverage and support. The music was slow and deliberate with a thumping base line. The girls thumped their tits together in time with the beat of the music. Firm breasts pushing against firm breasts. Dagger nipples poked deep furrows into tit-flesh. Emily flexed her knees and pushed her nipples hard into the underside of Joy's breasts, and reaching all around Joy's waist to squeeze her in place, she tried to maintain that position. Joy's nipples, still erect, and still aching for a fight, now found that they were pointing at thin air. Emily's nipples ground harder and harder into the underside of Joy's firm tits. Emily's hard nips began to devour the supporting structure of Joy's tits. She let go of Emily's waist and tried to use her arms to push her upper body away from Emily by pushing against her shoulders. Emily, sensing her advantage, squeezed even harder. Both girls were using a lot of energy at this stage. They had lost all sense of time during their fight, but now a full forty-five minutes had elapsed. Sweat that had up to now only lightly glossed their bodies, now erupted in large doses, making their skin slippery to the touch. The slippery feeling intensified the erotic atmosphere.
When Joy began pushing her upper body away from Emily with all her strength, she pushed forward with her hips and lower body, seeking leverage. This caused her damp white panties to push forcefully against Emily's damp yellow panties. Emily kept up the pressure with her long hard nipples jabbing and grinding into Joy's ever more sensitive and painful breasts. Her determination was intense and Joy's pain kept increasing, as she couldn't break free from Emily's powerful hug. Relaxing just a moment to catch her breath, Joy then wiggled and jerked her body to try again to free herself. This action put even more erotic pressure on Emily's panty clad pussy with her own. Emily, not one to let pressure go unpunished, pushed her pussy mound right back at Joy. Noting Emily's little response, and not ready to surrender, even with the growing pain in her boobs, decided to open up a second front in their war. Even as Emily kept up the grinding pressure with her tits, Joy reached around Emily's waist for a grip of her own. Her arms were outside Emily's so she didn't have as much leverage as Emily, and her body was a little higher than Emily's she kept up the pussy bumping and grinding. With the standing position and the angle of their bodies she couldn't get a perfect attack position, but it was having an effect. Emily, sensing the growing flow emanating from her pussy, knew arousal was her enemy in this fight. She was angry and for the first time in more than an hour she spoke, spitting out the words in fury, "This is a titfight, cunt, quit banging your skanky pussy up against mine!" "Ha, can't take it can you? I'll never give up in a titfight, but you are obviously afraid of me when it comes to pussy bumping. If you want me to quit, you'll have to make me." With that she increased her bumping rate, pumping her hips forward and back, just like she was fucking Emily.
Emily, fuming at Joy, began bumping back with her own panty clad pussy mound. Now the smacks that rendered the room came from their groins banging together in erotic anger. With an obvious two-front war now being fought, Emily decided to quit focusing on her breast attack and shift her body to begin pounding her own pussy against Joy's more effectively. Joy, happy to see Emily relieve the tit attack ferocity began matching Emily's timing with her own. They would pull their hips apart and smack them together loudly. Each smack was sending both waves of pleasure and pain into their bodies. Joy couldn't help but notice the juices now flowing freely from her cunt. She could feel the slimy liquid running down her legs as it had saturated her panty crotch. The smell of female juices was floating throughout the room and both girls were succumbing to the net effect of all the eroticism. Moans and little cries of pleasure/pain were heard from both lips.
Joy, feeling the lust and acknowledging that their titfight had not determined a winner decided to up the ante. "Since you obviously gave up trying to beat me in our tittiefight and you have started banging your pussy back against mine you must think you have a chance against me down there. Well, I'm here to tell you that you don't. I've got the better pussy and I'll fuck you silly with my pussy if you think you are woman enough to take me on."
"Fuck you! Your stinky pussy is no match for mine. My pussy will fuck your pussy till it can't take anymore. You will wish you surrendered when my tits were pounding yours. If it's a pussy fight you want, then it's a pussy fight you will get, bitch!"
"Fine! You won't be needing these." Joy grabbed the sides of Emily's yellow panties and pulled upward as hard as she could, practically lifting her off the floor, when the panties ripped clear through. With half in each hand, she lifted both up to her nose and took a deep whiff of the wet crotch of Emily's panties and spat, "See how turned on you are. I've got you so sexed up you will probably lose control and have an orgasm the moment I mount you and start fucking."
"Not so fast slut," Emily spat back. "You are juiced up just as much as me." Emily returned the panty ripping favor and holding Joy's white, totally soaked panties up to her nose said in a soft sexy voice, "Smell that. Your cunt is just aching for the fucking I will give it. No way I'll come before you. First to come is the loser. Get ready to be fucked like never before, Joy."
They stepped back from each other and surveyed their foe's naked body. Joy sported a trimmed but thick brown bush over her mound above her pussy. Her lips were shaved clean and they were glistening with juice. Emily was a natural blonde even below her waist. She too had a bikini-trimmed thatch shaped like a narrow triangle. The soft fur was also shaved away around her pussy lips allowing them to be plainly visible between her legs. The girls stood for a moment staring at each other when Joy said, "wait just a minute. I'll be right back." When she returned from the bathroom she had a big bottle of baby oil. "Afraid to put on a little slippery oil? I'll oil you and you oil me, that way we can each get ‘a feel' for the other. Scared?"
"Give it here bitch." Emily grabbed the oil from Joy as Joy smiled at the response. The erotic intensity was heating up. Emily squirted a large dollop of oil onto her right hand and immediately used it as a cup to dump over Joy's breasts. Then using both hands began to rub it in deeply. She rubbed large circles around Joys round breasts and then made sure to rub intently those nipples that were still proud and erect. She even pinched and twisted them a little. Grabbing the bottle back for herself, Joy just squirted the contents out in a long stream over the top of Emily's boobs. Using one hand to catch as much excess as she could deftly massaged the oil into Emily's big boobs. She kneaded each tit under her strong fingers and pulled and twisted Emily's nipples in a gentle erotic fashion. Emily now took the bottle again and filled her hand to the brim and sloshed it onto Joy's lower abdomen. Then using both hands proceeded to rub it into her entire stomach area and finally down into her pussy, soaking Joy's pubic hair and even running her fingers along Joy's pussy lips, making sure that they were very well lubricated. Now it was Joy's turn. Smiling a giant grin, she squirted a steady stream on Emily's stomach and right into her pubic thatch. Then emptying the bottle into her hand began rubbing Emily's pussy fur and her entire lower body with the copious amounts of baby oil. Like Emily had done to her, she too, used her fingers to do some pussy probing and made sure that their legs and pussies were totally slick with oil. Standing back once again, the girls faced each other and began to approach. Tits approached tits and sank their slippery nipples into each other. Arms snaked around the other and this time, for the first time, their mouths came together, seeking to kiss passion and lust into the other. Their lower bodies lined up and the total body sexfight began. Mouth against mouth. Tit against tit. Pussy against pussy. They strained against each other for advantage. Kissing and tongue sucking drew moans from both girls as they felt their slicked up bodies rubbing erotically all over. Joy renewed the pussy bumping she had begun earlier. This time there were no panty barriers and the electric feeling of furry mounds bumping and grinding together made each girl discover the powerful physiological response of pussy humping. Lust for each other now dueled within each girl for control over anger. Anger had to fight back lust at every move. It was now like three separate fights. Lust fought control inside the bodies and minds of both girls. They were now fighting each other with every ounce of sex and control that they could muster. As the humping of pussy against pussy in the standing position progressed, both realized that the position had its drawbacks. Joy pulled back and said, "You ready to open up your sex to face mine? Pussy to pussy?" Emily came right back, "Now is as good a time as any."
With that they sat on the floor and moved their hips closer together in a scissoring position. Joy lifted her right leg up so Emily could slide her left underneath. Emily returned the favor for Joy. "Watch as my pussy fucks your pussy silly," Said Joy. "My pussy is the best fucking pussy in this room and I'm going to prove it to you right now!" exclaimed Emily. Their oiled-up legs rubbed together as they inched closer and closer, tingly prickles of pleasure cascading through their 17 year old bodies. Then, for the first time, their very wet slippery pussies touched. Shivers radiated in waves out from Emily's pussy. The intensity of feeling another girls pussy lips touching her own was the most joyous feeling she had ever felt. She shuddered in unanticipated pleasure as did Joy. Joy recovered from the initial intense feeling to begin her rubbing action. Since neither girl had hair right around her pussy, this was just wet skin against wet oily skin. Joy began a pelvic rocking action that slid her pussy lips up and down on either side of Emily's right labia. Emily mirrored that by wedging Joy's right labia between each of hers'. Emily thought, "God this is delicious. I hope I don't get too excited and lose control. I've got to bring Joy to orgasm." The mixture of intoxicating textures and odors had leapfrogged the girls from one of ordinary horniness to one of wanton lust. The countdown for blastoff had begun. It was just that they couldn't count the time. Emily began to rotate her hips forward, trying to find Joy's clit with her own. She knew her clitoris was as firmly erect as it could possibly get and she could see Joy was waiting with her own clit for just such a meeting. Joy rocked forward and her clit slid firmly into contact with Emily's. They began a clit duel that paralleled the nipple duel that had begun this fight. Now it was down to a total offensive battle. Emily forced her clit up against Joy's clit and tried to push it right back inside her. Emily's clit would not give way. She pushed back with a vengeance, sliding her erect clit up under Emily's clit and tried to slide it up and away from her pussy. The total slippery nature of the intercourse prevented much leverage from being used and she tried again and again to push Emily's clit right back into her body. Emily kept up her dueling as well. Loud slurping sounds came from the junction of their two boxes between their legs. The total suction as one pussy pulled away from the other caused gaseous popping sounds. Joy could feel her face becoming flushed with blood. She knew blood was rushing to her pussy too. She could also sense the desperation in Emily and she began what she knew for her at least, would be her final offensive attack. Using all of her lithe muscles she began to use her clit to fuck Emily's cunt. She would point it low and slide it from the bottom up the entire length of Emily's slit, while penetrating into her pussy as far as she could push it. Emily instantly began to counter with a full-length fucking action of her own. Joy would slide her clit full length of Emily's pussy and then Emily's clit would ride full length of Joy's slimy slew. Joy started to shiver. Emily shivered too. Emily was now intent on giving as much pleasure to Joy as she possible could. Emily wiggled her pussy hard all around Joy's sopping pussy and miraculously Joy shouted her vulgarities at Emily, "Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you! Ooooohhh God. Oooooohhh God. I'm coming. I'm coming. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" and with that she exploded into violent orgasm. Emily knowing she was close behind, gritted her teeth and fucked Joy's pussy with wild abandon, assuring Joy a powerful orgasm. Only 30 seconds after Joy's orgasm began Emily completely lost control and came in a violent wet eruption. Spasms of pleasure coursed through her body and she screamed in ecstasy and lost all control, even her bladder lost control and she shot jets of pee directly into Joy's available hole. With their pussies still locked up tight she filled Joy's vagina with her pee until it could hold no more and it overflowed onto the carpet. Joy, in her own throes of ecstasy, relished the hot pee forced into her cunt. She wiggled back hard against Emily seeking as much physical contact as she could get. Eventually, after two or three minutes the seismic waves of pleasure subsided and they pulled apart from each other.
Breathing hard in her loss, Joy didn't say anything. When Emily stood up she said to Joy, "I enjoyed that. Fucking your pussy silly was a real pleasure. Now, next year, don't you dare set foot on that stage. My tits are better than your tits. My pussy is better than your pussy. I am going to get those lead roles next year now that you are out of the picture."
Emily got her clothes on as best she could and readied herself to leave as Joy just lay in exhaustion on the floor. She went into the kitchen and took a big glass of water and drank it down. Before parting she left Joy with these words, "Don't even think of demanding a rematch. I'll fuck you good all over again if you dare to try." As she went out the door Joy yelled after her, "We'll see, We'll see!"