BSQ Chronicles Book 1 - The New Girl - Parts XI - XIII

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Boarding School Queen Chronicles Book 1 - The New Girl - Parts XI to XIII


Authors note: Boarding School Queen Chronicles details the lives, loves and rivalries of a group of strong-willed alpha females. Young women who are willing to use all their sexual powers and wiles to decide who will wear the Boarding School Queen’s highly coveted crown.

The story was originally serialized on Hostboard's now defunct Titfighting and Sexfighting Forum. For this version, I have combined several of the original posts to present each chapter in fewer threads. I have also corrected some errors of grammar and punctuation. Otherwise, the story is the same as the original which was written and posted between 2016 and 2019.

Please note this story is sexually explicit from the start.
All characters represented are 18 years of age or older.

XI

In the months after the title fight, chair Janice Mearns grew fond of repeating that the CATS Committee could have made a tidy fortune had they been auctioning tickets for the much-anticipated showdown between Helen Brodie, Cardugan’s reigning sex-fight queen, and the challenger, new girl Mhairi MacGregor. Such naked commercialism would hardly have been in keeping with the Cardugan tradition however; and tradition meant everything at this elite girl’s college located in an idyllic, isolated spot on the west coast of Scotland.

In the event the committee relented a little, agreeing to let senior girls draw lots to watch the contest, which as usual would be held after lights out in the cabin in the woods that was referred to simply as ‘the Den’. The fact that it was a full moon that evening would make the girls passage through the woods to get there so much easier.

The isolated cabin was the ideal venue for staging regular CATS contests. Although it took perhaps twenty-five minutes to walk there in the dark, as far as Janice was aware no teachers ever ventured into the woods after light’s out, which meant that the chances of being disturbed were negligible. Nevertheless, the girls still posted sentries outside as a precaution. In the unlikely event of a fire alarm they would have far more to worry about, but they would cross that bridge if it ever came to it.

Arriving slightly ahead of the main party to light the oil lanterns and get the stove going to take the autumn chill off the room, Janice reminded herself of the list of girls fortunate enough to be picked to watch that evening's unprecedented title contest.

In addition to herself, presiding as chair and chief adjudicator, all the committee members would be present: Kirstie Adamson and Lydia Chen (both also acting as judges), Alison Cramond, Jacqui Spiteri, and Shona McVeigh.

Then there were the two girl’s seconds. After Susan Walkerburn’s scandalous switching of her allegiance to Helen’s bitter rival, the sex fight queen had selected Amita Kaur, a mid-ranking sex-fighter and the school’s only Sikh boarder, to be her hand-maiden tonight. In an interesting twist, Amita and Susan were themselves rostered to fight each other for the first time, competing for a vacant top rank place just a week from today. Completing Janice’s list were the six senior girls who had successfully drawn lots, taking the cabin’s total compliment that night to sixteen (including contestants).

The first thing Janice noticed as always when she entered the cabin was the gym-like aroma of stale female sweat overlaying the vague odour of dampness and decay. The room inside was Spartan looking and sparsely furnished, with several lanterns suspended from the ceiling and simple wooden bench seats spaced along the walls.

Pride of place went however to the large, rectangular gym mat in the centre of the floor that the girls fought on. Having been liberated from the PE block some years before it was somewhat faded now and, although the blue rubberised surface was scrubbed down thoroughly after each contest, the mat still smelt unmistakably of woman-scent, a permanent olfactory record of the countless sexual struggles that it had witnessed over the years.

Perhaps the only other notable feature of the Den were the two small box rooms adjoining the main cabin which had been converted into changing rooms from which both contestants would emerge, fully undressed, in order to take their positions at opposite ends of the fighting mat.



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The Den was now packed to capacity, with all the seats around the walls taken, and the spectators babbling excitedly as they waited for the contestants to emerge from their separate changing rooms, attended by their hand-maidens. Janice knew both girls had supporters present tonight and she felt certain that the support offered would be extremely vocal, not least because every single girl in the room had probably wagered more money than she could afford to lose on tonight’s outcome.

As the anticipation in the room reached fever pitch Janice finished conferring with her fellow judges, each of whom would be required to get up very close to the action in order to adjudicate the match effectively and fairly.

They all knew that for an orgasm to count as a submission a majority of judges must agree that one girl’s vagina is fully in control of its rival. However, as Janice sagely reminded her colleagues, with two contestants as evenly matched as Helen Brodie and Mhairi MacGregor, extra special care would be required in monitoring which girl started to orgasm first, and whether she had forced her opponent unequivocally into the control position and pinned her in that position for the obligatory count of ten.

The excited chatter hushed as the changing room doors swung open. All eyes turned to focus on the toned, athletic bodies of Helen Brodie and Mhairi MacGregor as they entered the room, flanked by their seconds. Both contestants walked steadily towards the mat without pausing or acknowledging each other’s presence, their facial expressions intent, with jaws firmly set, but otherwise inscrutable.

As the girls approached, all eyes were unavoidably drawn to the two incredibly hairy pussies which were about to lock up in battle. Due to their self-imposed washing bans both girls’ bushes looked positively malevolent and intimidating; their abundant pubes already matted into dense thickets due to the waxing effect of several days build-up of natural oils and secretions. Some members of the audience commented afterwards that the intensity of woman scent pervading the cabin interior elevated considerably at this point before the fight had even started.

Then, as Mhairi and Helen silently assumed kneeling positions at opposite ends of the fighting mat, their cold eyes finally met and they began the proper, customary stare-down. What was also apparent was the level of enmity that had developed recently between the two hand-maidens Amita Kaur and Susan Walkerburn, who were both standing behind their charges, staring at each other so aggressively that it seemed as if they would have liked the date of their own match to be brought forward.

In the meantime, however, Janice Mearns had started officiating the proceedings in her most ostentatious, theatrical style. “Alright ladies, as you know we are all here this evening to settle the matter of honour occasioned by the unambiguous sexual challenge issued by Ms Brodie to Ms MacGregor on Wednesday October 19th, while in the midst of a fracas in the PE block showers.”

“Being the incumbent sex-fighting queen, if she loses tonight Ms Brodie will forfeit said title to Ms MacGregor. If on the other hand Miss MacGregor loses tonight, she will revert to bottom of the league rankings, which is the customary position under CATS rules when new girls join the academy.”

Keen to commence the habitual CATS pre-fight ritual as soon as possible, Helen and Mhairi were barely listening to Janice Mearns by now. Leaning back on her arms comfortably Helen began first by opening her legs and flexing her hips upwards so that her entire vulva was visible to her opponent for the first time. The new girl reciprocated immediately so that both could now finally see exactly what they would be going up against in sexual combat very shortly after the final preliminaries were complete.

Mhairi barely stifled the urge to whistle softly: she was staring into the mouth of certainly the hairiest, possibly the longest pussy slit she’d ever encountered in a girl of her own age. Lurking beneath a dense barricade of pubic hair Helen’s swollen, reddish-pink labia were finally visible to her rival, glistening with the protective juices she had already started secreting before the contest began. Although the pearl inside remained hidden, Helen’s clitoral hood was clearly visible, beaded with drops of pussy sweat and Mhairi spent an idle moment trying to calculate by sight alone the size of her own clitoral hood relative to its rival.

Mhairi could also now fully appreciate how Helen’s thick, dark cunt hair completely fringed her long vulva on both sides like a protective stockade, joining up again at her perineum and clustering around Helen’s pert-looking anus, before spreading up the crack between her broad, very shapely buttocks where finally it tapered out.

There was no denying how powerful and intimidating Helen Brodie’s cunt looked under the light of the lanterns hanging overhead Mhairi mused, while smugly reassuring herself that the bitch was sure to be finding the view from the opposite side of the mat equally intimidating right now.

“Both of you understand the rules already,” Janice intoned, “but I will remind everyone present that, for an orgasm to count as a submission, a majority of the three scoring judges – that’s Ms Peterson, Ms Chen and myself - have to agree that one girl is fully in control of the other girl.... And I think we all know what that means in practice, ladies." [There was a collective snigger around the room now, given that all girls present knew exactly what it meant in practice.]

"Do remember that, as this is a ‘sudden death’ contest decided by a single submission fall, no rounds, or breaks will be permitted. If either lady wishes to give up for any reason during the match, she should slap the mat clearly three times; however, in this instance she will be considered to have submitted and conceded the match to her opponent.”

While Janice continued to drone on, Helen had ample opportunity to study her opponent’s big, intimidating pussy. Mhairi’s labia were a lighter shade of pink than her own but just as thick and long, and exuded power. Although it would be hard to measure their respective actual slit lengths until they finally locked up, Helen suspected that her own might be slightly longer than Mhairi’s, but not by much.

However, Helen also couldn’t help noticing, as some more observant girls in the audience were indeed speculating already, that even though their clitoral hoods looked broadly similar in shape and size, overall, Mhairi’s labial lips were a little more pronounced and flap-like than her own. The sex-fight queen quietly reassured herself that this might mean nothing in practice however as, once battle was in full flow and their labia fully stimulated and engorged, both girls could easily open wide to each other, and handle plenty of mutual vaginal sucking and penetration, before any minor - and as yet untested - variances in length and girth became an issue.

As was the case with Helen’s own bush, Mhairi’s thick dark brown pubic hair also fringed her entire vulva and anus before growing up the gap between her beautifully rounded bum cheeks where it finally tapered into soft downy hair around the midpoint.

Suddenly the time for mutual observation was over as Janice Mearns finished her brief peroration and turned to address both contestants. “Right ladies, are you all set or do you have any questions. Helen?”

Without a single word the reigning sex-fight queen inclined her head coolly to indicate that she was ready to fight. “Mhairi?”

Without taking her eyes off her opponent for a moment the challenger also nodded slowly, lifting her pelvis clean off the floor as she flexed her glistening, hungry-looking vulva, angling it towards her opponent in a primal display of animalistic provocation.

As Helen lifted her own fighting cunt high in defiance, the girls in the audience could see the first wet patches already forming on the mat where both girls had been reclining. The very first lock-up between these two bitterest of alpha female rivals would be a "right big, proper wet one", some girls started whispering excitedly to their neighbours.

“Then take your starting positions please, ladies.”

XII

Before Janice Mearns had even finished speaking, Helen Brodie and Mhairi MacGregor began shuffling forward on the mat without taking their cold, wary eyes off each other for a single moment.

As their long, athletic legs brushed past, each girl placed her right leg over her rival's left and vice versa so that they were now entwined: then they both sat waiting patiently, their threatening looking bushes now barely a foot apart.

As each girl raised her leg, she had wafted her strong signature pussy scent towards her opponent who recognised it clearly from the time they had accidentally acquired and ended up wearing each other’s panties as well as the time they fought at the Eerie a few days before.

“Ready!”

At the command Helen and Mhairi raised their pelvises towards each other, feeling their inner thighs caressing softly as they braced nervously for battle. Each knew full well that the girl who won the first critical ‘shakedown’ (a term girls often used to refer to the phenomenon when a pair of battling pussies first locked up in combat) would often go on to dictate the course of the action and win the match.

“Fight!”

The audience exploded in excitement as the bitter rivals lunged at each other with the speed of striking rattlesnakes. There was a thunderous slap as their inner thighs connected and loud gasps from both girls as their hairy mons crushed into each other.

Both girls had purposely angled their vulvas down before impact to protect them from being scraped by their opponent’s thick, wiry pubes. Still keeping their thighs scissored tightly they now began twisting and grinding their crotches together aggressively, trying to root under each other’s thick bushes to scrub at the soft labial lips below.

To the watching girls, the two alpha females’ thick bushes superficially resembled two cannibalistic beavers, one black and the other dark brown, vying desperately to become the first to eat the other alive. Both Helen and Mhairi’s supporters were now calling out their encouragement and offering unsolicited advice as they sought to influence the outcome of this first shakedown tussle.

But it was soon apparent that neither girl was making much headway in breaking through the thick defensive entanglement of her opponent’s hairy bush and, starting to tire from holding the same position for too long they pulled apart, gasping in pain as a good number of pubes that had become caught and tangled up were ripped out by the roots.

In the brief pause that followed Mhairi and Helen locked eyes again, both shaking their heads slightly ruefully, as if reappraising each other’s fighting ability with a new sense of caution and respect. But no sign of respect was shown in the brutal force with which they slammed their crotches together for a second time. This time Helen had subtly changed her angle of attack, forcing her pelvis beneath Mhairi’s and grinding upwards with such force that the girls’ pubic bones jarred painfully despite the protective layers of fat under their hairy mons.

The new girl suddenly found herself on the defensive as Helen’s thick, bristly pubes worked their way under her bulging mons, attacking the soft flesh around the top of her vulva. Using her arms for support and pushing back on the mat, Helen pressed her advantage home, forcing her pelvis still higher so that she could drive her abrasive bush even more firmly into her opponent’s vulva.

Cursing her failure to anticipate her opponent’s skilful attacking move Mhairi realised she had no choice but to accept a brutal pussy scouring as she pushed back strongly, gradually managing to force Helen’s pelvis down until her own angle of attack improved and she could grind her own abrasive bush down on Helen’s exposed vulva simultaneously. Helen accepted the challenge this counter move created and the girls let their buttocks hit the mat again as each grabbed a leg and, turning slightly sideways on, began a sustained grinding attack on one other’s pussies.

Both girls were increasingly feeling the pain as this battle went on: as pube after pube was caught and ripped out by the root; as their sensitive labia were scraped and tormented by each other’s thick abrasive hairs, some of which were sloughed by the constant friction forming irritating wads of hair that caught in the wet folds of their vaginas. Eventually deciding enough was enough they both disengaged and pulled back slightly, continuing their aggressive stare down while catching their breath briefly. The spectating girls noticed that the battle had left a trail of pubic hairs on the rubberised mat beneath them, which had become increasingly wet and slippery as the fighters sliding buttocks spread around the lubricating juices that were now leaking constantly from their drooling pussies.

As Helen and Mhairi engaged in the next shakedown it was clear that they wanted to avoid grinding this time as they slapped their aching cunts together with a resounding splat instead. Having taken the measure of each other they jerked and thrust their hips forward, smashing the soft, wet flesh together again… and again… and again. Both girls were so well lubricated by now that each impact sent a spray of pussy juice into the air, adding to the heavy scent of sexual musk that already pervaded the close air in the cramped cabin. All this wet slapping was making the girls around the room thoroughly moist themselves and some were contemplating whether it might be time to surreptitiously slip their hands inside their panties.

More than in any preceding CATS tournament, all the watching girls be they judges, seconds, committee members or spectators were completely on tenterhooks: they could see with their own eyes that the fight between these magnificent alpha females was incredibly finely balanced, and the outcome remained too close to call. Of the girls in the room, probably an equal number were backing Mhairi to those who backed Helen to win. The new girl largely had her new friend Susan Walkerburn to thank for the speed with which her following of admirers had grown but no less a personage than the CATS chair Janice Mearns also had a large bet riding on the new girl, having learned secretly through her contacts that Mhairi MacGregor enjoyed a formidable reputation as ranking sex-fight queen at her previous school.

As the contest reached the half hour mark both fighters remained locked together, clearly tiring but also becoming more highly aroused, and recognition was growing around the room that both girls would soon have to bring their cunts more fully into direct combat if they were to break the growing stalemate. For their own part Helen and Mhairi had found that the sustained grinding, thrusting pussy slapping combat had left their fighting cunts feeling reddened and slightly raw but also increasingly hungry to get to grips with each other to achieve the decisive breakthrough that each girl so desperately craved.

By convention, the more refined girls at Cardugan rarely trash talked or even spoke much to one other as they fought, so the sounds articulated so far were the grunts, gasps and shouts of battle, increasing in intensity as the contest seesawed back and forth. Finally Mhairi broke convention however, murmuring to Helen: “Let’s cut to the chase and go up against each other cunt to cunt... no more bushwhacking for now.” Helen studied her rival closely before answering back. “OK then. Let’s do it clit to clit and keep our bushes out the way… until one of us has enough of it…”

Looking almost relieved Mhairi and Helen slithered their wet pussies forward on the mat while reaching between their legs, parting their hairy bushes and spreading their thick labia. Then both girls pushed forward again until their pussies smacked together with a wet sealing and sucking sound that was clearly audible to all the other girls in the room. Interlocking their thighs more tightly than before, Helen and Mhairi forced the entire length of their long cunt slits together, as if probing each other for signs of weakness. Then, grabbing a leg each, they began grinding together powerfully, using all the strength of their hips and buttocks as their thick, strong labia wrestled to spread and overpower each other.

As the girls squeezed harder still, their cunt lips squashed wider apart, allowing their clitoral shafts to press together for the first time. Soon both began gasping as their big clits pushed forward, became aligned and started rocking rhythmically against each other.

“Mmmmhh! Unnghhh!” “Aaahhh! Aaaahhh!”

Both girls started groaning intensely as they worked their sealed cunts together more forcefully until the thick, puffy labial folds became fully interlocked, forming a fleshy cage inside which their well-matched clits were now compelled to wrestle head to head, their thick shafts rubbing and trying to force each other sideways on which, as both girls well knew, in clit-fighting terms is the equivalent of getting your opponent in a brutal full nelson.

The wet smacking and sucking sounds the two contenders’ thick cunt lips were making as they mated soon drove the audience wild and they all started shouting out at once.

“That’s it Helen, fuck her senseless!”

“You’ve got her now Mhairi! Finish her off!”

As their supporters shouts of encouragement rose to a crescendo Helen and Mhairi simultaneously felt the first stirrings of orgasm deep in their loins and instinctively reached out to pull each other into a clinch, squeezing their perfect breasts together as their mouths locked up in a deep, hungry kiss.

Feeling their orgasms approaching rapidly each fighter now struggled to get into the best position to quickly take their rival down to the mat as her dam finally broke. With their pussies locked tightly their throbbing clits had nowhere else to go as they rammed into each other continually, and this was causing each girl’s arousal to grow exponentially as the wet puddle growing on the mat beneath them testified.

Finally, as they jerked their hips hard and shoved with their powerful buttocks Helen felt her own cunt beginning its first violent contraction and, timing the move to perfection, the raven-haired girl slammed her weight against her rival taking her by surprise at the moment that Mhairi also felt herself began to climax. The girls swayed against each other, still upright for a few moments until the incredible suction being inside their sealed, orgasming vaginas overcame them and Mhairi fell backwards, her buttocks sliding on the slippery mat as they crashed down together with Helen on top.

Sexually pinning a climaxing woman is not reckoned to be an easy task when you are simultaneously climaxing yourself but, although her conscious brain was in orgasmic lockdown, Helen’s unconscious fighting instincts still kicked in somehow.

“Ms Brodie has started to orgasm” reported Judge Peterson who had been following the latest developments intently.

“So has Ms MacGregor,” confirmed Judge Chen.

However it was Janice Mearns job to make the next important call and she deliberated quickly but carefully before announcing:

“Ms Brodie has Ms MacGregor in the control position. Starting the count now…one!”

Helen had fortuitously fallen on top as the challenger slid backwards on the wet mat and, with both girls’ pussies still locked tightly together, the reigning sex-fight queen clearly held the crucial control position for now under CATS rules.

“Two…three…”

As her overloaded synapses cleared slightly Mhairi felt the warm, comfortable weight of Helen’s body pressing down on her as she became aware of the distant din of girls shouting chaotically in the background.

“Four…five…”

“Get her off you, Mhairi NOW!” That sounded like Susan Walkerburn’s worried voice in the foreground as her senses came back to her in a rush. Mhairi could still feel Helen Brodie’s big cunt rippling against her own, both still convulsing with the strong aftershocks of one of the most powerful orgasms either girl had experienced in a long time.

“Six…seven…”

As her head started to clear Mhairi knew that she would only have a single brief opportunity to avoid a bitter and humiliating defeat. She could already feel Helen working to consolidating her hold on top of her: tasting the other girl’s tangy sweat in her mouth as she stretched to pin Mhairi’s wrists to the mat above her head.

She felt her rival’s steaming hot twat pinning her own to the soaking mat, both now rendered deliciously wet and slippery by the glistening streams of girl cum still running off them following their mutually forced orgasm.

As Helen’s long, athletic legs began wrestling to grapevine and capture her own, Mhairi suddenly started fighting back, lashing out desperately with her legs to prevent the final component of her opponent’s intended trap falling into place.

“Eight…nine…”

Then, taking a deep breath, Mhairi MacGregor suddenly pushed her pelvis violently upwards while twisting her entire body sideways until she successfully broke Helen Brodie’s controlling pussy pin with only a single second to spare!

XIII

A massive cheer erupted from Mhairi MacGregor’s corner as the challenger saved the match. In sharp contrast, all Helen’s supporters could do was sulk angrily while Amita Kaur tried frantically to appeal that the judges had been counting down too slowly while Helen still had her opponent pinned. But Janice Mearns was having none of it, waving the reigning sex-fight queen’s second away imperiously as she conferred with her fellow judges over how the contest should be restarted.

As rest breaks were not permitted under CATS rules, the girls were instructed to get themselves into a sitting position, not even separating their conjoined pussies, so that the contest could restart immediately.

From their considerable experience both Helen and Mhairi knew full well that a girl’s second orgasm often rapidly followed her first in a sex-fight so gaining the advantage in the next few seconds would be absolutely critical. As they pressed together again they quickly began to flex their tired pussies, probing diligently for any as yet undiscovered weaknesses that could help them to secure final victory in this closest, most evenly-matched of cunt fights.

As they locked their mouths together in a deep, sucking kiss, both girls’ hands began grasping for purchase on their opponent’s wet buttocks, drawing each other in deeper as their tumescent clits continued to swell and press into each other. Sliding her hand down further as they kissed, Mhairi let her fingers trace the slick pubic hairs fringing her rival’s bum crack, pondering just how easy it would be to take Helen by surprise; taking full advantage of what Susan Walkerburn had secretly revealed to be Helen Brodie’s one major weakness: anal penetration drove her completely wild!

Her fingers hovered perilously close to the moist, puckered hole until Mhairi accidentally caught sight of Susan out of the corner of her eye making lewd gestures as if imploring her to thumb spike her opponent and finish her off right now. For some reason, Mhairi held off taking up that option. Later on, she rationalised to herself that she would never have felt entirely satisfied unless she managed to defeat her bitter rival in an equal fight without resorting to the unexpected shock tactics Susan had flagged – she wanted to win this match her way - and her way alone.

Whatever the source of her motivation, the fact of the matter is that Mhairi moved her arms up suddenly taking Helen in a powerful bear hug instead. As the raven-haired girl reciprocated strongly, both girls gasped audibly, flinging their heads back in pain as the pressure on their trapped breasts and lungs increased.

For close to a minute the two mighty alpha female arch-rivals swayed together, locked in a fearsome struggle as each tried to overpower the other and take her down to the mat in order to finish her off.

Fortune now seemed to favour the challenger as Mhairi’s flawless breasts forced their way more under Helen’s perfect breasts so that the latter’s erect fighting nipples pointed uselessly upwards, like battleships whose guns had been spiked, leaving the brunette’s hard, pointy nips free to rake the soft fleshy undersides of her rival’s breasts.

The sex fight queen’s back arched suddenly as the other girl’s erect nipples dug deeper into her vulnerable tit flesh, the extra combination of pleasure mixed with pain tormenting her already overloaded synapses. Sensing her rival’s growing discomfort, Mhairi was on Helen in an instant, sealing their hot mouths together again and driving her tongue in deeper and harder than she had been able to before.

At this point, the watching girls started noticing a distinct realignment in the contest between the two struggling alpha bitches. While the challenger was working her tongue deeper into her throat, Helen was starting to sag backwards perceptibly, enabling Mhairi’s big hairy mons to bulge menacingly over Helen’s, giving the distinct impression that her thick, bristly dark brown bush was finally starting to hungrily devour its dark and thorny rival. Susan Walkerburn was the first to shout out excitedly to encourage her mentor, and her call was quickly taken up by Mhairi’s growing band of supporters.

“Come on Mhairi! Take her down!”

“You’ve got her, girl!”

“Fuck her senseless!”

Looking ashen with worry for her friend, Amita Kaur also tried to fire up the rival faction with less success:

“Fight back Helen!”

“Don’t let her get on top of you!”

“Come on Helen! Fight back!”

But even the sex fight queen’s most loyal supporters could see that the momentum was now with the challenger as she called on her remaining reserves of strength to overpower and ride her arch-rival to the floor. The level of excitement in the room reached a crescendo as both girls hit the mat with a deliciously wet slap of flesh on flesh, Helen flat on her back, trying desperately to turn over and avoid being pinned as Mhairi fought furiously to consolidate the hold.

“Omigod -what a street fighter that girl is” Janice Mearns breathed admiringly, watching the new girl force a brutal arm bar under her opponent’s chin while squeezing Helen’s right breast mercilessly with her other hand as she fought to hold rival her down. Meanwhile, the brunette was rocking her hips against Helen’s urgently, spreading the sex juices around their hot, sealed cunts as she sought to tighten her grip on the struggling sex fight queen.

By now many of the girls around the room had surreptitiously slipped their hands down their panties, and were pleasuring themselves unashamedly as the finale of the title fight unfolded. However the sound of close to a dozen wet cunts furtively slurping on their owners slippery fingers was nothing compared to the dirty, wet sucking sounds now emanating from the mat in the centre where Helen Brodie knew that her only hope now lay in overturning the pin before she became trapped in a crushing cunt lock by Mhairi MacGregor.

A source of Helen’s growing discomfort, she had realised much too late, lay in the struggle for dominance between the powerful sexual pheromones that both girls’ cunts had increasingly been giving off as they wrestled. Back when she had acquired her rival’s panties after the showdown in the showers, Helen had started to suspect that Mhairi’s vaginal scent was slightly stronger and saltier than her own but had still found it a thrill to wear the other girl’s panties until that alien scent ultimately faded beneath her own.

Now, Mhairi’s distinctive pussy musk seemed to be surrounding Helen and hemming her in, threatening to overwhelm her own familiar scent. And each time Helen rammed her hips upwards, bucking and twisting in an effort to escape, Mhairi responded by pounding back into her even harder; spraying more aphrodisiacal cunt juice into the air as she splatted her opponent’s pussy back down on the mat.

For Helen it felt devastating to finally admit that Mhairi’s fighting cunt exuded greater potency than her own, with all that signalled now that the battle between them had reached its final critical stage. Having notched up so many crushing victories against tough opponents in the past Helen was truly shocked that her own vagina might finally have met its match in the powerful vagina of the new girl who had not only stolen her best friend away but now wanted to usurp her crown, to dominate and humiliate her.

Sensing that Helen was not fighting back quite as strongly as before, Mhairi leaned harder into her opponent, her powerful buttocks driving forward as she worked to spread the sex fight queen’s juicy labial lips still wider, seeking to dominate and penetrate her cunt.

The delirious scents and smells of two alpha bitches-in-heat engaged in rampant, unrestrained sex-fighting flooded Mhairi’s nostrils, and she was reminded of how delicious a turn-on it always was when a close contest finally started tipping in her favour, as seemed to be happening now. Mhairi was getting massively aroused by the potent pheromones present in her rival’s salty-sweet woman scent, but she sensed that her own powerfully ripe pussy musk was having an even stronger aphrodisiacal effect on the other girl by now. Mhairi had rarely, if ever, gone up against another girl whose fighting musk could rival her own when she was fully in heat, and it seemed to her now that the posh, rich girl struggling beneath her was still not going to be any exception to this.

Feeling her confidence growing by the second, Mhairi ground her cunt powerfully into Helen’s again, rotating her hips as she did so to really stretch her rival’s thick, juicy lips against her own. Then, Mhairi heard - and felt - something truly exquisite happening. The first sign was when Helen gave a sharp, stifled cry of pain that was unlike anything she had heard in the match before. Then the brunette felt something incredible happening through her highly sensitive pussy lips as she hissed in triumph:

“Yesss – oh fuck, yessss!!!!”

For Helen Brodie, perhaps the cruellest shock of all came with the sudden revelation that, while her own labia were now straining at full stretch, her hated rival’s cunt lips still had girth to spare. Back during the initial stare down, before they had even started fucking, Helen had noticed how Mhairi’s labial lips looked more pronounced and flap-like than her own but had quickly dismissed any worries this might have caused as they started the fight. Now though, although she tried hard, she could not stifle a sudden desperate sob as her tired brain took in the full significance of what she could feel was starting to happen to her cunt lips.

The significance was not lost on Mhairi either, as she relaxed the controlling throat bar, and eased herself back up slightly while relying on body weight and the strength of her cunt alone to keep her rival pinned beneath her. Gazing down into Helen’s confused but still defiant eyes almost tenderly, Mhairi murmured loudly enough for the audience to hear:

“Well, your majesty, do you want to save time and surrender now, or let your weaker cunt to surrender to mine in due course?”

“You may as well save your breath, bitch - I’ll never surrender to you!”

“I was hoping you might say that,” Mhairi grinned. “It’ll be more fun if you try and fight it – but you still won’t win.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?”

After that, a desperate tug of war started between the girls’ muscular vulvas as Mhairi began squeezing hard, taking full advantage of her newly discovered advantage to start turning Helen’s straining fuck-lips outwards, gradually exposing more of her opponent’s vulnerable, succulent pussy meat to intimate, penetrating attack. The fact that their conjoined fuck-holes were now effectively sealed inside their own mini vacuum only increased the force that the challenger’s cunt exerted over the sex-fight queen’s.

As the suction being exerted by Mhairi MacGregor’s cunt over her own reached alarming proportions, Helen Brodie’s eyes suddenly blazed with fear, much as a terrified mare might look the instant a mighty stallion penetrates her more deeply and roughly than she has ever been taken before. And, as the raven-haired girl’s breathless pants gradually morphed into plaintive, keening cries, all the girls in the room were left in no doubt that Mhairi had all but won the desperate tug of war between the two most powerful cunts in the sixth form. But the brunette was gasping and whimpering herself Sweat poured from her face, running in rivulets down her pendulous breasts as they shuddered from the monumental effort it was taking to suck enough of her rival’s cunt meat into her own victorious twat.

The end came abruptly as Helen Brodie’s head jerked back, her mouth forming a perfect soundless ‘O’ as her pussy contracted powerfully and her back arched violently off the mat… and then the reigning Boarding School Queen screamed shrilly as her overpowered cunt exploded from its very core.

Still riding her bucking rival’s trapped pussy as it shot its precious load of girl cum deep inside her, Mhairi MacGregor threw her own head back, cupping her flawless breasts in her hands and moaning with pleasure. Pinching the same rock-hard nipples that had helped to turn the fight in her favour, the brunette basked in the total euphoria she always felt when a tough opponent finally submitted beneath her superior cunt. It took fully twenty seconds for Helen’s initial orgasm to subside but, as she started coming round, she found her arch-rival had already peeled their sticky cunts apart and was kneeling heavily on her shoulders, pinning her in the supine and submissive position that Helen was more used to inflicting on other girls.

Helen realized that more humiliation now awaited her as she stared up into the maw of Mhairi’s victorious pussy suspended over her face, dripping steadily with her own cum. The feral intensity of her rival’s quim so close up was almost making the former sex-fight queen swoon but she knew what she was now required to do, according to tradition, and steeled herself for what was coming next.

Sighing in resignation as Mhairi eased herself down on to Helen’s face, the raven-haired girl extended her long pink tongue and began licking the sticky folds of the other girl’s battle-worn vulva, lapping at the pungent cunt juice until she could feel stray hairs catching in her teeth. As Mhairi moaned and shifted her weight slightly, Helen began circling the thick, juicy cunt lips that had just defeated her own with her tongue, before finally turning her attention to the base of the other girl’s massive clitoral shaft.

Started to suck gently on her rival's big clit, Helen tried to console herself with the thought that she had come agonizingly close to beating her bitter rival earlier that evening even if she had been thoroughly outclassed in the end. But it was small comfort however: after such a humiliating defeat it would take the best part of a term before she could work her way back up the rankings to secure a rematch: and in the meantime she would revert to being a subordinate bitch in the eyes of all the girls; a prospect that filled her with dread and disgust.

As Mhairi felt the delicious suction on her tumescent clit increasing she knew that it wouldn’t take her much longer to climax and, just to help the process along a little, she settled herself down more heavily until she was frigging herself by thrusting her wet, steaming pussy against the other girl’s squirming, contorted face.

For Helen, this was the final ignominy and, under the circumstances, it was almost a relief to hear her conqueror start to scream like a banshee; to feel the other girl’s cunt clenching powerfully and taste the stream of pungent, womanly liquor that unloaded suddenly on her face.



To be continued/