BSQ Chapter 4 Destiny Ascension - part 4

[Ragnar0k]

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 4



With the contest between the Scottish and French schools still tied after two matches, team captains Mhairi MacGregor and Sophie St Cyr rose and started to strip off for the deciding contest. Shimmying out of her uniform first, the French girl walked confidently out into the ring, obliging her rival to hurry and join her as they faced off for some preliminary trash talk.

“So, ready to lose again are we Mary?” Sophie smirked, mispronouncing her opponent’s name as she cupped her big mammaries and pointed them at the Scots captain. Sophie’s deadly tits had almost wrecked Mhairi’s when they had fought in the Alpine chalet three weeks previously, and both girls remembered that torrid evening as if it were only yesterday.

“You won’t win this time, you arrogant bitch,” the Scots girl said aggressively, her hands rising automatically to caress her own breasts which were becoming engorged in turn, the nipples thickening as her body responded to the aura given off by her hated but undeniably sexy rival.

“Well, maybe not so easily,” Sophie laughed theatrically, conscious of the other girls listening in avidly. “’Cos no doubt you are thinking this time your stinkin’ l’il pussy will ride to the rescue.”

“Don’t be a stupid slut!” Mhairi retorted, rising quickly to the bait. “My pussy could eat yours for breakfast, lunch and dinner!”

“Hah! You don’t know what proper sexfight is! Don’t forget, I am queen of Rochebrune, and French girls make the best sexfighters… as well as the best titfighters!”
The French girls in the audience cheered at this obvious attempt to play to the gallery, while the Scots responded with jeers and boos.

“Well fuck that, ‘cos, I’m queen in these lands, and ah’m gonna prove just how mistaken you are!” Mhairi was now shouting out of control as the tension reached boiling point, and both girls’ faces were flushed, their chests were rising and falling rapidly as their breathing intensified.

Realising that a catfight could break out any moment, Janice Mearns stepped in quickly to complete the preliminaries.

“Okay thank you ladies, it seems that this also promises to be a highly-spirited match! Are you ready, Mlle St Cyr?”

“Mais– yes. Of course!”

“Miss MacGregor?”

“You fuckin’ bet!”

“Then begin!”


Helen thought she detected mischief on Sophie St Cyr’s face as she took a step closer to her seething opponent.

“Eh bien Mary, I thought maybe you will like to take the first swing... just like last time?”

It was a clever ploy as the Scot could hardly turn down the invitation without losing face, even though she was hoping to avoid getting into a toe to toe titfight with her opponent if she could help it. Mhairi’s eyes narrowed briefly as she shot back her response.

“No Sophie, I think it’s only fair for you to go first this time – so please be my guest!”

“Well okay then, if you insist.”

And Sophie took a rapid step towards her rival while pivoting at the waist, allowing her heavy, torpedo-shaped breasts to swing powerfully at Mhairi’s. There was a resounding smack as both sets of delectable mammaries collided at speed, causing both girls to let out sharp gasps.
Then a further cracking SMACK! as the Scottish captain fired back with her own chest, raking her opponent’s tits hard in turn.

“Ooof! Not bad,” the French girl admitted grudgingly. “It feels like you have been practising.”

Quick as a flash however, Sophie stepped in again to launch a further heavy salvo, her clear intention being to uppercut the Scot’s breasts from below. This time Mhairi was too quick for her however, turning away so that the blow hit her hard below the armpit as she brought her own mammaries sweeping round in an arc again, catching Sophie another smarting sideways blow. Now the Scots captain seemed to have her rival temporarily on the run as she fired first a left then a right hook, finishing with a neat uppercut that sent the French captain’s big tits rocketing skywards.

As a surprised Sophie St Cyr took a step back, her eyes watering from the punishing blows, Mhairi thanked her stars she had trained so assiduously with Susan Walkerburn as soon as her wounded tits had recovered from the hammering the French girl had given them last time out. But the Scot knew she was still likely to be outclassed in a titfight that went the full distance and she closed quickly now, gripping her opponent in a rough clinch, while bringing her thigh up hard between Sophie’s legs, noting with grim satisfaction that the other girl’s cunt felt wet already.

Some in the audience believed that Mhairi had made a tactical error in clinching so soon, allowing Sophie time to recover as the girls squeezed their interlocked mammaries together. Meanwhile, the French team captain seemed equally eager to force her thigh up against Mhairi’s slippery pussy.
For several minutes both girls focused on rubbing their abrasive nipples into their sweaty opposing tits while grinding thighs into crotches as their breathing became increasingly laboured. Finally Sophie seemed to have had enough of this game and pushed Mhairi away angrily.



The two girls prowled around each other in a circle for a few moments, eyes narrowed with malign intent, their rosy cheeks and engorged breasts flushed with sexual ardour.

“French bitch!”

“Scottish slut!”

Suddenly Mhairi and Sophie both broke from their pacing and charged simultaneously, coming together in the centre with a resoundingly wet smack of flesh. Grasping each other roughly by the shoulders, they began slamming their pendulous tits together forcefully, and painfully.

'WHACK!' “Owww!!”
'SLAM!' “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
‘SMACK!' “Unnnnnnnnnn.”
'SLAPP!' “Merde!”
'WHAP!' “Owww!! Fucking CUNT!”
'THWACK!' “Ahhhhhhhhh...”
‘SMACK!' “Unnnnnnnnnn…ohhhhh Jesus....”

The tense audience could see that Mhairi’s straining tits were starting to come off worse in the mutual battering, as Sophie’s strapping jugs began displacing them in all directions, even though the Cardugan girl was still getting in some good shots of her own. Finally Mhairi was forced to close with her French opponent to protect herself, the atmosphere in the room becoming even more electric as the desperate team captains locked up in another tight clinch.

As in the previous matches, both girls’ supporters now began chanting out their encouragement as they swayed backwards and forwards together.

“Mhairi!” “Mhairi!” “Mhairi!”

“Sophie!” “Sophie!” “Sophie!”

Both girls began to gasp and moan as their swollen breasts slid and crushed against each other, but Sophie was beginning to look more in control, her breasts now visibly overpowering Mhairi’s which were starting to soften and yield. To increase the Cardugan girl’s evident discomfort her opponent pushed her thigh forward and resumed rubbing between her legs causing the rival captain to moan until her head slowly lolled forward to land on her opponent’s shoulder.

Helen saw the imminent danger her captain was in now, and shouted an urgent warning:

“Mhairi – You must fight back! Now!”

“Don’t let her back in the game Sophie, time to finish it!” Charlotte called out immediately in response.

Hearing her old rival seemed to rouse Mhairi from her daze but her struggling tits were trapped under Sophie’s firmer jugs as the French girl’s well-toned arms kept tightening around the Scot’s arching back like a vice.

Suddenly Sophie let out a kind of battle cry as she braced and lifted Mhairi clean off her feet, holding her opponent suspended briefly in mid-air. Mhairi grunted as the air was crushed from her lungs but quickly began to flail her legs as the French girl struggled to hold her squirming opponent up. But the Rochebrune captain immediately flung her opponent to the ground and dived on top, lining the angle up carefully so that her big tits landed on top of Mhairi’s, flattening them completely.

It was another of Sophie St Cyr’s feared milk bombs, and the watching girls winced as they imagined how much the full body slam must have hurt Mhairi, who now lay groaning beneath the French girl. Surely the Cardugan captain was on the way out now and Rochebrune would win the sexfight tournament by two matches to one having already triumphed on the hockey field.

“Fuucckk!” Mhairi shouted in anguishas she struggled in vain to escape from her opponent's commanding pin.

“Come on bitch – you got nothing left now!” Sophie laughed, taunting her rival while raising herself up on her arms as she prepared to deliver a second massive body slam.

The watching girls could see that Mhairi’s bloated tits were already leaking milk and surely could not take much more punishment; but that was exactly what Sophie had in mind as she plummeted down on Cardugan captain’s chest with almost suicidal intent, creating the wettest, loudest smack of flesh on flesh that anyone could remember hearing in a long time.

“Gnnnnnnnhhh!!” “Hhhhnnnngh!”

The impact to both girls’ racks was devastating and, for a short while, they lay entwined and moaning as more milk seeped out around the soft edges of their squashed mammaries. Not surprisingly perhap, the Rochebrune captain started to stir first and slowly raised herself on her elbows over her rival’s chest again.

“So Mhairi, do you want to surrender to now, or do we go again?”

“Fuck you, bitch,” was the grunted answer.

“Oh well, was nice knowing you then,” Sophie sighed, preparing to drop a final, devastating milk bomb. But before the French girl could make her move Mhairi quickly brought both hands up under the blonde’s armpits, holding her up with her forearms as she squeezed the other girl’s tits.

“Oooouff! Fuck! Owwwhh!”

To her surprise Sophie found herself suspended above her opponent, unable to deploy her breasts as long as they were being kneaded and roughly milked by the brunette’s strong fingers.



But the experienced Rochebrune captain knew that when an impasse is reached it’s often better simply to open up a new line of attack, as she nestled her soaking pussy into Mhairi’s and began steadily tribbing the other girl while fighting to remove the hands that were assailing her tits.

Gradually the girls’ hands migrated to each other’s shoulders, with Sophie, whose nipples were dripping with her own milky fluid by now, straining to bring her tits back into contact with Mhairi’s. As the intense struggle continued, the Cardugan captain’s arms bent slowly under her opponent’s weight, allowing Sophie’s breasts to settle lower until they were pressing down on her rival’s. The girls nipples disappeared into each other’s areolae, then the broad pink circles themselves were swallowed up by the surrounding breast tissue. But while this seemed to spell bad news for Mhairi, the brunette was now focusing elsewhere in fact, forcing her crotch up into Sophie’s aggressively so that their thick fucklips began to spread around each other.

The trib battle that Mhairi had craved for so long against her nemesis was finally on and, as the girls started rocking rhythmically against each other, their cunt lips spread, allowing their clitoral shafts to press together for the first time. By the time Sophie realised she had been ambushed it was too late to do anything about it, so she accepted Mhairi’s challenge and, trusted that she could still win having mostly dominated the Scots girl in the contest so far.
Eyes burning with antagonistic lust, both team captains now pushed into each other aggressively so that their cunts sucked and sealed in a hot, fleshy lock.

“Unnghhh!” “Aaaaahhh!”

Gathering pace rapidly, Mhairi and Sophie bucked and humped against each other, rubbing their clits together relentlessly, their hot fucklips straining to overwhelm by each other. Even though the French girl was still on top, her breasts effectively owning their rivals, they were fucking so furiously now that position seemed not to matter anymore as their grunts and gasps grew louder and more intense.

As the vicious clit to clit grinding reached its peak Mhairi felt Sophie shudder suddenly and launching a supreme effort she managed to force her opponent on her side. But the Scot got no further as both girls entangled bodies suddenly began trembling until their hips jerked violently against each other and their cunts erupted simultaneously, prompting the judges to move in close to adjudicate the result.



Mhairi and Sophie lay scissored together side by side in a state of complete exhaustion for several minutes, their breasts rising and falling heavily as their massive mutual orgasm subsided. As the contest had by now overrun the judges had no choice but to declare a tie, which meant the tournament between the two schools was tied. It was hardly the outcome any of the Cardugan and Rochebrune girls expected, or would have wished for, but one observer at least had found the entire spectacle most absorbing and positively scintillating.

An overzealous head teacher had installed a concealed viewing gallery in the library behind a secret panel during the Victorian era to enable teachers to watch students surreptitiously while they worked. Precious few staff, let alone any of the students, was aware of the gallery but Amelia Turner was one of them, and she had watched the whole proceedings, culminating in her favourite’s efforts to defeat the French captain with keen interest. Amelia felt that Mhairi had improved on her last performance but she was also impressed by Helen’s ability and she wondered what the outcome would be next time the two girls fought, as they would have to inevitably at some point.

The girls were now wrapping up the proceedings and getting dressed while Janice Mearns sparred verbally with Marie Anne Delacroix, the Rochebrune coach.

“Well, our teams fought to an honourable draw on this occasion, but I’m quite sure that our girls will obliterate yours next time we meet."

Marie replied to this with a haughty laugh: “Yes, but in fact ah’m sure our girls will take great pleasure in ‘ammering yours almost to death next time. But for now at least, we depart with the hockey trophy as most acceptable consolation!”

While the team coaches were arguing Amelia was the only one present who noticed Mhairi and Helen having sharp words with each other while getting dressed, no doubt arguing about their respective performances tonight. She wondered if the headstrong young women would take the altercation a step further once they stepped outside and resolved to try and follow them from a distance as they returned to the main building.

She would have to hurry as they were getting ready to leave now…



End of part 4

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