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THE RIVALS LAST FIGHT
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After Rhona and Brenda?s fight on the school playing field that drunken night of the party, the daggers, or their claws, were really drawn for each other. The following atmosphere was so bad that there was an inevitability that these busty rivals for me would want to settle it. After several weeks, a date was finally set for one Saturday evening in March for the girls to fight to the finish on the meadow by the river.

Rhona and Brenda were both the most beautiful and spectacularly built girls in the school, each extremely proud of her magnificent bust and they each felt mortally affronted by one another?s breasts and each had individually told me that she intended to marr her rival?s breasts and disfigure them so that no one would find her attractive any more. They were not concerned about disfiguring their enemy?s face, only her breasts. Their enmity had reached a pitch before that day in March arrived and the girls were really ?up for it?. The betting in school had been lively, with the consensus of opinion being that Rhona, the tough street fighting Glaswegian girl, would win.

I arrived alone on that still bright evening with the sun low in the sky, feeling some nervous trepidation and a certain amount of excitement. I was a quiet boy and I had never tried to become popular at school, quite the opposite in fact, so it was astonishing to me that two of the schools most spectacular looking girls were going to fight for me. As I was musing, Rhona arrived with her small entourage of supporters, all girls. They walked across the long grass field towards me by the river.

I enjoyed watching Rhona walk because her figure was fantastic, her hips very shapely and an amazingly pert, visually self supporting bust which swayed as she walked, the movement eliciting excitement in her nipples which made them extremely erect and appearing to try to rip through her tight dark blue sweater, which matched her mid calf length dark blue pleated skirt which emphasised not only the shape of her hips but emphasised her slim waist. It was unfortunate (or fortunate depending on which way you look at it) that she was kissing me as Brenda and her group of girls arrived. Rhona played on this and crushing me to her ample bosom began kissing me passionately. After a few seconds of this I could barely stand as I was so self conscious of the ?tent pole? which had sprung up in my trousers.

Brenda snapped and in her fury ran towards us. Stopping just yards from us she let rip yelling and swearing at Rhona. I had barely got over watching her boobs bouncing inside her blouse which she had tied and knotted at her waist, her lace edged G cup bra showing clearly, her magnificent cleavage and voluminous cushion-like breasts open for all to see. Her pale blue jeans were tightly belted at her remarkably slim waist. Being Scottish and having a ferocious Celtic temper Rhona yelled back, cussing and swearing as harshly as Brenda.

Without any visual signal the two girls just flew at each other. Their bodies literally slammed together and, instead of their hands shooting out to grab one another?s abundant brunette hair as you might expect, they grabbed the edges of one another?s right breasts twisting and pulling at them until Rhona?s sweater ripped into deep holes, the remaining material hanging in tatters, whilst Brenda?s blouse was quickly torn off her. Meanwhile, their right fists pounded each other?s ribs, their hands tearing at their remaining clothing.

Then they REALLY went for each other, their loose hands grabbing one another?s remaining breast. Screams of pain accompanied the vicious twisting, pulling and tearing of perfect breast flesh. The girls pulled and threw each other all over by their tits, almost bent double at times and stumbling all over the fighting area most of he time. At one point Brenda got Rhona in a headlock by her neck and really tore at her breasts with her clawed hands, then punching the swinging udders barely contained by their bra. Rhona struggled to get free variously punching at Brenda?s cunt before grabbing a thigh in the crook of an arm in an effort to throw her to the ground. The consequent spinning around of both of them eventually tore them apart liberating their hands to grab, squeeze and twist each other?s breasts.

After this quick violent flurry of a fight lasting just a few minutes Brenda staggered backwards, just her bra surviving the attack barely containing her voluptuous boobs as they bounced uncontrollably. Rhona tore off the remains of her sweater and threw it angrily to the floor before, in her pretty black lace bra with her still erect nipples trying to rip through it, launched herself at her arch enemy.

Brenda was barely ready as Rhona grabbed a handful of hair in her right hand while at the same time slamming hard uppercuts with her left fist into her beautiful right breast. Brenda clutched at her hair as Rhona swung her in a clockwise circle by it, landing increasingly harder blows under Brenda?s right breast and occasionally squarely into her thickly expanded and long teat, the final blow knocking the breast clean out of the cup.

By now Brenda had grabbed the fronts of both of Rhona?s breasts, cupping her hands over her orbs, bending and crushing her nipples while she sank her fingers deep into the flesh and dragging her towards her, where she pistoned a knee between her legs. Rhona gasped. But fortunately for her, the skirt she was wearing deflected the blow. In her frustration Brenda tore and tugged on Rhona?s beasts until both of them were liberated from her bra. Rhona?s surprisingly long tits swung around before she was flung to the ground. Rhona?s voluptuous boobs rolled and swung attractively as Brenda hauled her around the ground by her hair, kicking at her ribs and tits as she did so. Several vicious kicks sent Rhona?s voluminous breasts flying and I could see them visibly bruising.

Now on her knees in front of Brenda, in the blink of an eye, Rhona opportunistically grabbed both of Brenda?s legs, as though Rugby tackling her and Brenda crashed to the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs and swinging breasts.

Brenda was now in the same position as Rhona as her left breast had popped over her bra cup. Rhona was quickly astride Brenda, who was helpless on her back, punching, slapping and scratching her breasts. Brenda tried to protect herself by rolling from side to side, her breasts rolling alternately to one side of her body to the other, while aiming punches at Rhona?s tits swinging wildly above her. From my position close by I could see that both girls breasts were now horribly bruised and were literally covered in black and blue bruises, scratches from fingernails adding liberal runs of blood and darker blood from bruises which had split from repeated blows, not to mention the injuries caused by rolling through the rough grasses and weeds.

Now each girl concentrated on physically ripping the remains of her rival?s bra off altogether and loudly ripping material attested to this. Bra straps burst and ripped and eventually the garments hung like rags from the girls shoulders and breasts and as the girls wrestled each other across the ground their bras discarded in the dirt and grass leaving their boobs completely naked. This allowed them greater license to utterly ravage one another?s breasts by squeezing, scratching and mauling them brutally.

The fight appeared to slow down as Rhona had cupped both of Brenda?s breasts and was squeezing and crushing them against her ribs. Brenda had a firm hold of each of Rhona?s pert, excited areolas and rigid nipples and was crushing then in her fingers. To male eyes this might look like a reduction in violence, but in fact their violence had increased to brutal viciousness and this was truly where the fight to the finish actually began. Gasps and cries of pain burst from each girl as they squeezed and twisted one another?s areolas and nipples, popping breasts glands, sensitive alveoli and milk glands between their fingers. It now depended on who could tolerate the most pain.

Rhona gradually collapsed forwards in pain until her tits meshed into Brenda?s. Their hands, still mauling each other?s tits to death now buried under the humongous breast flesh continued to pulp one another?s vital mammary glands. The girls gangs of supporters each yelled for their champion. I just shook uncontrollably as the pain tore from them in their tortured cries.

I was being jostled by their female supporters as I found myself surrounded by them. To my surprise, the battling warriors began to roll across the ground away from us, then back towards us, their hands still at work on each other?s tits. Eventually they both lay on their sides facing each other, their hands pulling and stretching their bruised and bleeding breasts towards each other, twisting areolas viciously and appearing to try to rip nipples off. I was incredulous as I saw Rhona?s nipples pulled out to an incredible length, her areolas looking like they would snap. The girls legs entangled as they fought, first Rhona gripping Brenda?s legs in her powerful grip, then Brenda fighting until her legs clamped Rhona?s in an excruciating grip. I could not see Brenda?s legs encased in her jeans, - but, her skirt having ridden up to her waist, I enjoyed watching Rhona?s legs, her dark blue stockings having ripped to shreds, rippling and surging with muscle. Both girls were yelling and screaming with sheer effort, pain and anger as their legs almost burst their muscles while their hands almost burst each other?s bruised and bloodied tits. In fact, these organs were now so covered in blood and sweat that they could barely hold onto them anymore.

I had barely noticed that dusk had been falling during this fight and they were becoming hard to see, but I watched these magnificent girls squeezing and mangling each other?s now swollen tits as they screamed in pain when suddenly, the girls parted and lay apart on their backs, both crying and gasping for breath. Seconds later Rhona straddled Brenda?s stomach from where she continued to torture her ravaged boobs. Brenda fought back and gave Rhona?s tits equal attention. Bucking wildly, Brenda eventually unseated Rhona bringing her crumpling to the ground beside her. More wrestling and breast mauling continued with the girls on their knees, then face to face on the ground until sheer exhaustion pulled them apart. One of the blood, sweat and dirt soaked warriors stood up unsteadily, her mangled tits swinging as she did so. The jostling of the other girls also blocked my vision, but it looked to me as though the survivor of this battle was wearing jeans. There was suddenly a gasp and a sharp yell as Brenda, now on her feet, lashed out a foot at her fallen enemy as though kicking a football. The girls around me yelled out variously, their disapproval, or their approval. I hoped that the rival gangs were not about to fall to fighting as I had had just about enough excitement for one evening.

Another thud and a groan emanated from Rhona flat on her back on the ground as Brenda slammed another kick into her ribs before actually standing on Rhona?s chest crushing her breasts under her shoes. Almost all the onlookers disapproved of this brutal act, but this was in the nature of Brenda (as I would find out when I became her partner for a few years at college).

Rhona?s supporters helped her off the ground and helped her to dress decently enough to walk her home. Rhona would not even look at me so embarrassed and hurt she was at her severe beating. Brenda was quickly by my side and looped an arm through mine, made as though we were an item. I glanced at Brenda?s naked and injured torso and, taking my jacket off I draped it around her shoulders where she gratefully fastened it up. In a daze I walked Brenda home, her demeanor still garrulous and sated with the violence she had just enjoyed meting out. I did not see Brenda again until school on Monday morning and she looked fine, just as though nothing had happened. There was no sign of Rhona however. She had apparently taken a few days off school sick and I did not see her again until Thursday. When I did see her she looked chastened, reserved, quiet and would not look at me or talk to me. That was the end of our beautiful friendship.

Brenda and I were an item after we left school to attend the same college where she was instantly popular with everyone, particularly the boys amongst whom she was universally known as ?B.B? or ?Big Brenda? on account of the size and shapeliness of her incredible breasts.


Piers Knight.