waiting for Zoe's revenge xD
Thanks to all my regular readers who will be pleased to note that Part 8 concludes Chapter 3 -the French Exchange.
However, we won't be saying goodbye to the French contingent just yet, as a hockey tour has been planned which will see a bevy of athletic, nubile French students rocking up at Cardugan's doors to cause more mayhem in Chapter 4!
Although the Part 8 conclusion takes the recent Amelia vs Zoe poll into account, I think its fair to say that there shouldn't be too many spoilers
All the characters and their names in the following story are fictional and over 18. I hope you enjoy reading the “Boarding School Queen” titfighting and sexfighting series. ? Ragnar0k
Previous chapters are available under my pen name here:
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Previous episodes in Chapter 3
BSQ Chapter 3 The French Exchange - part 1
BSQ Chapter 3 The French Exchange - part 2
BSQ Chapter 3 The French Exchange - part 3
BSQ Chapter 3 The French Exchange - part 4
BSQ Chapter 3 The French Exchange - part 5
BSQ Chapter 3 The French Exchange - part 6
BSQ Chapter 3 The French Exchange - part 7
Boarding School Queen chapter 3 – The French Exchange Part 8
Perched high on the sofa, looking down on the action taking place beneath, Mhairi MacGregor was fearful of how much trouble her teacher was in, now that Zo? Martin had locked a devastating sexual pin on Amelia Turner, who still struggled beneath her rival, trying desperately to break the hold before she succumbed to a second debilitating orgasm.
Despite herself, Mhairi couldn’t help admiring how sexy Zo? Martin looked now as she lunged against her own teacher, using the full weight of her womanly hips, her sweat-sheened, perfectly rounded buttocks shivering in time as she drove hard into Amelia’s yielding pussy; her powerful, hungry twat sucking and squeezing at the redhead’s quivering cuntmeat as she rammed herself in deep.
SLAPP! SMACKK! SUUCKK! SQUASSHHH! SUUUCKK! SQUISSSHHH!
"Unngh! Yeoowwww! Fuuuuck! Nnnnhhhh! Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!"
Combined with the incomparable scent of two in heat alpha pussies violating each other, the wet smacking noises emanating from the catball below her were so indescribably erotic that Mhairi couldn’t resist inserting her fingers and starting to play with herself heavily again. It seemed entirely possible that Sophie St Cyr sitting alongside her was already on her second, or third self-induced orgasm.
Amelia’s current predicament began when her strong French rival rolled her up against the useful barrier provided by the sofa, pinning her there long enough to equalise the redhead’s dramatic first round victory. In this best-of-five contest, Zo? now needed to force two more orgasms from her struggling opponent to win match outright, and, to both watching girls, the sexy, brown-skinned French Martiniquan now looked well on the way to achieving her goal.
“Noooooo!” Amelia cried, still struggling to break Zo?’s controlling pin so that she could roll out of danger. As her smothered pussy stretched and strained beneath its powerful rival the redhead felt violated at her deepest level, and her discomfort was only heightened as the two teacher’s beautiful eyes met, Zo?’s set expression flickering with mockery of her more supine opponent, as well as underlining her steely determination to win this match.
Resigning herself to the knowledge that she could not escape, Amelia sank her fingers into Zo?’s sweat-sheened buttocks as she counterattacked aggressively, bucking hard and answering all of the Frenchwoman’s thrusts with strong lunges of her own. It quickly became a fuck fight to the finish as both women ground together and bonded as tightly as they could, their raging twats seeming to merge into each other as the struggle grew more frenzied.
“Unnnnnnnnnn FUCK!” Amelia moaned.
“Cum you filthy whore!” Zo? screamed at her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…you come first, you fucking dirty bitch!” the Englishwoman screamed.
“Owww! You goddamn fucking…!” Zo?’s wail was cut short as she ducked her head and the two teachers locked their mouths together once more in a vicious, all-consuming kiss as they rode each other as deeply and hard as they possibly could.
Within moments the catball erupted in a series of drawn out spasms as both women writhed uncontrollably, bucking against each other as they came forcefully...and simultaneously; moaning ravenously inside their locked mouths as their muscular pussies contracted powerfully and ejected streams of hot cum deep inside each other.
The match which had previously been tied at one fall apiece still remained tied; however the score was now two – all with one final fall to decide!
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As Amelia and Zo? continued convulsing in shared ecstasy, the Frenchwoman’s pin abruptly collapsed and they rolled apart, coming to rest on their backs, side by side, several feet beyond the sofa.
While Amelia struggled to regain her breath after one the most powerful shared orgasms she had experienced in a long time, her agile brain immediately began calculating the odds to victory. Her pussy had taken quite a pounding before she had escaped from Zo?’s pin and still felt enormously tender and sensitised, so much so that she remained wary of going into another straight fucklip-to-fucklip lock-up with the sexy, powerful Frenchwoman.
Making a split-second decision to revert to a strategy that had served her well enough in the past, the redhead pivoted off the floor and fell across her rival who was now turning herself and presenting her menacingly swollen pussy towards Amelia, clearly intending to trib fight the concluding fall.
But Amelia already had the gaping maw of the other woman’s hot cunt firmly in her sights as she pounced, slamming her body down on Zo?’s in the classic ‘69’ position, her face wedged between the other woman’s legs as she began licking all around the Frenchwoman’s labia, her long tongue sluicing the combined sexual residue of their all-out pussy battle until it ran down her chin.
“Ohhhhhhhh…merde! Fucking cunt!!” Zo? exclaimed, but the Frenchwoman was hardly an ing?nue when it came to ‘69’ and she quickly locked her hands around Amelia’s wet thighs, pulling the Englishwoman’s hot, dripping quim down on her face as she extended her own tongue.
“Uuuuuuhhhh…fuck!” Now it was Amelia’s turn to quiver and moan as her rival began to pleasure her expertly, using long, dexterous tongue strokes as she licked up, down and around the redhead’s full, juicy cuntlips.
Knowing that there was no longer any turning back, the rival teachers buried their faces in each other’s bucking mounds as their well-practised lips and tongues bent to the vital task of delivering their opponent’s orgasm surrender first.
Seemingly oblivious in their haste and concentration, the urgently coupling women slowly began to roll across the floor again as each took her turn on top for a few moments before ending up displaced and under her opponent again. All the while they continued sucking and lapping at each other with quick incisiveness and deft accuracy while the watching students marvelled at the virtuoso and magnificently erotic sexual display.
Amelia moaned deeply as Zo? licked harder and faster... stroking the redhead's clit with her long tongue but she redoubled her own efforts, sucking the Frenchwoman’s massively engorged sexhorn into her mouth while teasing the end with the tip of her astonishingly agile tongue.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” Zo? gasped as a slight tremor pulsed through her body which Amelia experienced too, given how closely entwined they were.
The fight grew more aggressive from that point on, as they engaged in a desperate struggle to win the top position and with it the privilege of being the woman pressing down on her opponent: the one dictating the course of the fight to the more supine one.
Mhairi could see both teachers were now quivering, their engorged breasts crushed against their straining bellies as they clung together sideways in the ‘69’ clinch, the liquid slurping sounds increasing as their oral attacks intensified. The outcome still seemed too close to call as, for the first time during the contest, the girls began shouting encouragement to their respective teachers.
“Come on Miss Turner…Amelia… now to finish her off!”
“Oui, Mamselle. Finissez-le! Maintenant!”
Even after the contest, Amelia couldn’t be sure if it had been down to sheer luck, or her superior fighting prowess, but, as her lips latched tightly on Zo?'s clit again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, she felt the big nub starting to jerk uncontrollably, while at the same time she was able to roll over and pin her struggling rival to the floor for the first time.
Even so, the redhead could barely stay focused with successive tremors wracking her body as her opponent carried on licking her clit hard, still trying to force Amelia over the edge first. But, having finally secured the coveted top position, the Englishwoman was slowly able to work her crotch higher, until her dripping pussy lips were suspended out of danger above her rival’s anguished face.
Mhairi Macgregor began jumping up and down on the sofa whooping in triumph as soon as she saw Mlle Martin’s head fall back, her beautiful dark eyes starting to glaze over, as the final orgasm of the hard fought contest neared.
“Fuuuucccckkkk! Aaaahhhh! Aaaahhhhhh! Nooooohhhhhhh!”
As her French rival’s hips began to buck against her strongly, Amelia opened her mouth to capture the tart juices that were gushing from Zo?'s spasming cunt. Trying not to swallow too much Amelia quickly reared up and, turning round dived on her rival, sealing their hot lips together as she drooled the defeated Frenchwoman’s salty cum back into her gasping mouth.
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Their impeccably polite French hosts accompanied Amelia and Mhairi back to the airport to see them off at the end of what many agreed had been a most successful and stimulating exchange visit.
A closer look at the two couples standing at the departure gate, however, would have made it clear to astute observers of feminine psychology that two of the parties present were still smarting after recent heavy reverses.
“Well, congratulations Amelia,” Zo? said evenly while shaking the Englishwoman’s hand firmly and fixing her rival with a penetrating gaze. “It does now seem that the best woman won on the day. However, I am looking forward to renewing our acquaintance when we bring our world class hockey team to Scotland on tour in under three weeks’ time.”
“Indeed,” smiled Amelia. “And I’m sure that Mhairi and I can extend to you both the same warm welcome you have provided to us here in France!”
Finally, Sophie stepped forward and kissed a surprised Mhairi on both cheeks in the French style. “And I too look forward to our next encounter, Mhairi. I hope you will put in some practice before we meet up again!”
“Oh, you can certainly count on that,” Mhairi replied with an underlying tone of menace in her voice. And she truly meant it!
End of Part 8
Last edited by Ragnar0k; May 1st, 2017 at 08:54 AM.
waiting for Zoe's revenge xD
Oh, I figured Zoe is owed a rematch as the contest with Amelia turned out incredibly close, only I wasn't able to shoehorn it into chapter 4 so stay tuned!Originally Posted by evaine-blanche
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