Interesting read. I liked the match and enjoyed the shorter format - but think it could have done with more of a description of the Charlotte's pussy / bush area- and more focus on the titfight. Hope the Frenchies win the decider!
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
Chapter 4
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 1
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 2
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 3
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 4
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 5
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 6
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 7
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 8
BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 9 (CONCLUSION)
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Boarding School Queen chapter 4 – Destiny Ascension Part 3
Despite her own pre-fight nerves, Amita Kaur had been overjoyed to watch her best friend Helen riding her French opponent to victory in the thrilling first match of the unprecedented contest between the cream of the Cardugan and Rochebrune fighters. Amita was so impressed that Helen had beaten her opponent in record time that she also resolved to attack hard from the start, wearing her opponent down until she was ready to be tribbed into submission.
The Sikh girl had been watching her own opponent, the aristocratic Charlotte, closely during Helen’s match and noted that French girls’ intelligent eyes seemed to miss nothing. Something else was apparent now the girls were sitting closer: Charlotte’s left iris was green and the right one blue which together with her naturally silver hair, gave the French student an intriguing, slightly unworldly appearance, and made Amita shiver oddly as she anticipated how it would feel to be locked up in combat together.
Born and raised in a chateau on the banks of the Loire River two hundred kilometres from Paris, Charlotte LaFleur had found her early family life incredibly stultifying and had been glad to escape to boarding school in the end. Her father was a successful financier and businessman who spent months away from home, and her mother a talented artist who was nevertheless derided in high society for her bourgeois roots. Partly to make up for her parental shortcomings, Charlotte became an avid reader and fantasist. Starting by devouring the works of Charles Perrault, she soon graduated to Thomas Malory, whose Le Morte D'Arthur remained in her mind the finest version of the legends of King Arthur and his knights of the Round Table. Charlotte was especially captivated by the character of the Lady in the Lake, whom she often liked to role play, with other girls playing dark-haired, sultry enchantress Morgana to Charlotte’s silver-haired Viviane.
In terms of personality traits, Charlotte, the adjectives conceited, aloof, arrogant and possessive had all been used to describe Charlotte. But that was only one half of the story, for Charlotte was also bold, intelligent, charismatic, and highly competitive. Notwithstanding her refined manner, she was also well equipped to compete in carnal struggles, being adept at stimulating opponents with hands and tongue until they reached a state of weakness before she rode them to the final submission. In other respects, the aristocratic young French woman remained a formal and elegant individual, refusing to resort to coarse or vulgar language, even in the heights of passion.
Charlotte had been studying the attractive young Sikh woman closely during the first match as well. Amita looked pleasingly nubile and tough to defeat in equal measure she decided, and the French girl felt a warm tingle in her guts at the prospect of locking up together in close quarter combat. Based on what she had seen of the Scots' ways of fighting, Charlotte expected Amita to grapple with her strongly at first before trying to mount and trib her half to death: such were the ways of less sexually sophisticated girls that she found herself forced to fight in France too often, let alone in this colder and harsher land they called Scotland.
“Ladies for the second match please!”
As they stood up and undressed for the second match of the evening, it was fair to say that both Amita Kaur and Charlotte LaFleur were supremely confident in the belief that their different styles of sexfighting would bring victory for themselves, and honour for their respective schools.
Amita kicked off the pre-match needling that was so important on these occasions: “Well, you’re a pretty little one aren’t you? I’m really going to enjoy making you writhe under me.”
“Huh – you honour yourself too much. Remember you are fighting a blue-blooded French girl now, not one of your bovine Scottish sows.”
“Yes, I saw just what French girls can do up against Helen.
“Huh, poor Yasmin – she is really not as accomplished as me.”
“So, can you fight as well as you can talk?”
“I guess we’ll find out!”
At the signal both girls took up fighting stances Amita raising her hands in the air as she challenged Charlotte to lock fingers with her. The French girl accepted the challenge and, as they pushed against each other, Amita could tell immediately that Charlotte was stronger than her refined manner suggested. As the girls pressed together and stamped their feet on the rug, their erect nipples brushed several times. Amita had heard Rochebrune girls considered themselves to be titfighting experts and glancing down she noted how Charlotte's pale mammaries matched her own in weight and size. How wonderful it would be to crush the posh Frenchie’s rack first, before finishing her off in an unstoppable trib attack. Now that would really impress Helen and the other girls!
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed as the Sikh girl eyed up her big assets and she guessed what was coming next. Did the idiotic girl truly think she could take on a pair of France’s finest and win? But Amita still forced a surprised gasp from her opponent as she swung her pendulous brown tits upwards without warning, catching the soft undersides of Charlotte’s pale jugs a heavy smarting blow.
SMACK! SQUISH! “Owwww! Ooouff!” The silver haired girl suddenly found herself on the back foot as her opponent swung at her several times while advancing and forcing her back to the edge of the carpet. Managing to steady herself by digging her toes into the tightly woven material, Charlotte twisted sideways to avoid a further blow and brought her own rack back in a mighty swing, catching Amita’s tits side on with a mighty thwack!
“Unnnggghhh!” “Yeowwww!”
The blow was painful for both girls, but it had the desired effect of stopping Amita in her tracks, enabling Charlotte to drive her opponent back into the centre, swinging her tits in a punishing sequence of left and right hooks as she advanced.
However once they were back in the centre Amita stood her ground again and both girls continued to swing at each other, using combinations of jabs, hooks and uppercuts until both their racks felt swollen and thoroughly tenderised. Charlotte was the first to move in close to break the impasse, her excited eyes signaling she wanted a full breast lock-up with her opponent.
“Let’s see what your breasts are really made of, eh Scottie?” The Rochebrune girl murmured as she wrapped Amita in a tight bearhug and began squeeze.
“Oh, they’re a lot tougher than yours, Frenchie!”
With Amita gladly reciprocating the hold, both girls now began to rub and press their engorged breasts together, marveling at how quickly the heaving titflesh displaced itself and squished sideways as straining biceps strained. The girls had taken pains to line up their erect nipples going into the clinch, and these stiff nubs were now fighting to invert each other while their large, equally-matched areolae sucked and lapped together. As the erotic pressure increased each girl felt pussy juice running down her inner thigh and as they pressed together more tightly they could smell each other’s sweat and hot musk.
Gradually both girls’ heads went back and their mouths gaped open as the erotic tension in their fighting nipples became almost intolerable, but neither gave any ground as they slowly dropped to their knees.
As in the last contest, the rival girls’ supporters began to chant out their names in encouragement:
“Amita – Amita! – Amita!”
“Lotte – Lotte! – Lotte!”
As they struggled on their knees Charlotte opened up a new front as she let one hand drop down before insinuating it between Amita’s legs, lightly tracing the lines of the Sikh girl’s drooping labia, marvelling at how wet and full they had become. Still focused on the tit battle Amita moaned suddenly as she felt her opponent caressing gently but insistently between her legs. There was no doubt that the French girl had a light, exquisite touch, and Amita began to arch her back a little as her body responded to the dangerous stimulus.
Confident that events were moving in her favour, Charlotte pressed her tits down more forcefully on Amita’s and was rewarded with a gasp as her rival’s nipples seemed to give way just a little. Realising she was being outfought Amita slapped her own hand between Charlotte’s legs and began massaging her opponent’s wet vulva in turn.
The moist sliding and sucking sounds grew in intensity as both girls fingering attacks became more intense, but Charlotte still seemed to be gaining ground as she gradually bent Amita back on the carpet, her engorged breasts weighing heavily on the Sikh girl’s straining rack.
For a moment Amita seemed to lose track of where she was, her head beginning to loll back as the French girl continued to work her fingers expertly all around inside the Sikh girl’s soaking wet pussy. But a worried shout from Helen quickly roused her: “Amita! Don’t let her dominate you like that. Fight back now!”
Charlotte smiled quietly to herself at the raven haired girl’s intervention but suddenly had more to think about as Amita suddenly twisted violently away to escape the hand that had been so diligently and subtly setting her up for surrender.
Separated at last, the two girls sat on their haunches while fixing each other with antagonistic stares, having finally got the measure of one another.
“What’s wrong Amita, had enough foreplay already?”
Amita was still working to control her heavy breathing after the fingering she had just endured but still managed to sound a defiant note nevertheless: “No! I – I just want to fight pussy to pussy now, that’s all.” Charlotte’s eyes narrowed at this in a calculating sort of way.
“Very well. Since the foreplay is over, why don’t we lock up now for the main event?”
Amita thought she smelt a trap in the other girl’s sudden willingness to engage her on equal terms again.”
“Oh really? This isn’t one of your French tricks by any chance?”
“No tricks. I know how much you Scots lasses like to trib, so I’m now offering you that chance. Woman to woman right now...if you’re not scared that is!”
“Huh – you won’t stand a chance against my superior pussy, so let’s go!”
And so, as Charlotte opened her legs wider, Amita slid in close so that the girls could scissor each other fully and commence the final stage of the erotic contest.
The battle that followed was truthfully a bit of an ordeal for Charlotte who preferred more seductive and sensuous tribbing to the pussy-slapping, clit-banging style of her opponent. But she held her ground nevertheless, mostly giving as good as she got, in the knowledge that her own pride as well as the honour of Rochebrune demanded nothing less. Amita for her part was anxious to finish the French girl off quickly to secure an unassailable two–nil lead for Cardugan in the best of three contest.
SLAP! SMACK! SLLIIK! SUCCKKK!
“Aaaahhhh!” “Uuuunnhh!!” “Oooohhhh!” “Nnnnuuuuh!”
The fight seemed to be reaching a crescendo as both girls continued slapping, rubbing and grinding their engorged labia together but Amita’s greater aggression seemed to be paying off as she slowly forced Charlotte on her back and began deep-clitting her French rival.
“That’s it Amita! You’ve got her now!”
“Charlotte! Defend yourself – think about the honour of our school!”
“Do I look in trouble?” the silver-haired girl gasped testily as if the mere suggestion affronted her.
Both girls breathing became more laboured, signalling that they were both getting closer to orgasm and, for a brief moment, Helen had a tantalisingly sexy view of Amita and Charlotte’s thick fucklips locked together, all lathered up with pre-cum as they struggled.
The former Cardugan queen was full of admiration for the way her friend had persevered and finally come out on top against a French girl who was more experienced and dangerous than she had appeared at first sight. The contest would surely be over soon, now that Amita had her opponent pinned on her back and could dictate the course of the action. Amita was certainly making every effort to finish Charlotte off now as she arched her back and drove her pussy hard into the other girl’s, causing wet flecks to spatter their straining thighs. Helen could see Charlotte’s head going back now, her beautiful mouth wide open in a soundless ‘O’. Surely this was it!
Then Helen saw the French girl’s hand gripping Amita’s breast tightly and simultaneously heard two, high pitched female cries. Her expert ear decoded one as the unmistakable cry of a woman losing control as she orgasmed; but the other was more like a woman straining hard to hold herself back. Sure enough there was the cum shower – and a massive one too! But the angle was all wrong. Omigod! Somehow the French bitch had forced Amita to come first!
After the match Amita tearfully confided in Helen that the exquisite fingering attack her opponent had subjected her to left the Sikh girl in a heightened state of arousal and vulnerability going into the tribbing contest, and Charlotte had played on this expertly, timing her vaginal thrusts to work on her opponent’s growing weakness. In the end it was all too much as Amita’s oversensitive vagina started to ripple with pre-orgasmic shock waves, the final blow coming as Charlotte’s erect clit started raking her from beneath.
The judges moved in quickly to confirm the result: an equalising win for Rochebrune; Charlotte LaFleur having forcing Amita Kaur to orgasm first which meant the two schools were drawn level again with the final match to go. The tearful brown-skinned girl lay motionless as her vanquisher rose in victory, still breathing heavily as she acknowledged the extravagant compliments now being paid to her by her fellow countrywomen.
Helen now found herself studying the silver-haired girl with keen interest as she stood over her defeated opponent, chest heaving, her heavy breasts still dripping with Amita’s cum. Helen and Charlotte had both won their first bouts handsomely, and the same condescending looking French girl was coming home with her tomorrow morning as a guest of the Brodie family! The resolute Scot knew that there would be fireworks then, as neither alpha female would be able to relax until they had settled which of them was going to be the dominant one. At that precise moment the silver-haired girl’s and Helen’s eyes met, and they held each other’s steady gaze evenly for a long time before someone stepped in the way and broke the spell.
End of part 3
Last edited by Ragnar0k; August 19th, 2017 at 06:35 AM.
Interesting read. I liked the match and enjoyed the shorter format - but think it could have done with more of a description of the Charlotte's pussy / bush area- and more focus on the titfight. Hope the Frenchies win the decider!
Thanks Rocko,Originally Posted by Rocko23
Glad you liked the format, and I hope the relative brevity of this match will be more than compensated for by the fact that there a still a number of critical fights to go in this chapter. And if you appreciate more of a titfight focus you may enjoy the next post coming up, hopefully later today. As for the outcome, we will just have to wait and see
Ragnar0k
MY my !! what interests you have :P well to satisfy your curiosity: shaved with a small line of silver hair - so I'm afraid of being the harbinger here , no bush xD
The titfight was good indeed but Charlotte is a mistress of seduction arts not bullish ramming breasts with an opponent
P.S. Frenchies rock anyway , no matter if they win or lose
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