BSQ Chronicles Book 2 - Rival Schools - Parts II & III

[Ragnar0k]

Boarding School Queen Chronicles Book 2 – Rival Schools – Parts II & III


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.

II



THE FRENCH EXCHANGE

Sitting behind the big antique desk in her elegant, book-lined study, Amelia Turner lounged back in her chair, absently chewing a strand of long, flame-red hair as she waited coolly for the student she had sent for to arrive.

In the days following her disappearance Amelia had stonewalled whenever her inquisitive colleagues, under the guise of offering sympathy, tried probing into the nature of the events that had caused her recent ‘memory loss’. Fortunately, Amelia had already cultivated a reputation for being insular and even a bit weird; and many of her colleagues had already concluded that, whatever had happened to Amelia beyond the campus limits, the 'flighty' redhead had probably brought upon herself to a large extent.

As always, Dr. Joan Gilchrist, the academy’s canny old headmistress, took a more sanguine view of the situation, deciding that it would be best to act as if nothing had actually happened and encourage things return to normal as soon as possible. “The least said the soonest mended” was one of the good Doctor’s favourite aphorisms and, for once at least, she diligently followed her own advice.

However, the Head realised it would be beneficial for Amelia to have a break from the rigours of academic life. The ideal opportunity soon presented itself as a result of the forthcoming twinning of Cardugan Academy with the Ecole Internationale de Rochebrune, an elite girls’ college located high in the French Alps.

“Amelia my dear, think of the benefits of all that fresh mountain air,” Dr. Gilchrist had beamed during their meeting earlier in the day. “And there’ll be skiing opportunities (as well as plenty of apres-ski no doubt) if I know that wily old Recteur, Mme Moreau, well enough!”

Before Amelia could to fly to Grenoble to represent Cardugan at the twinning ceremony however, she needed to select a student representative to accompany her. And the redheaded teacher had one very much in mind, having heard on the grapevine that the simmering sexual rivalry between Mhairi MacGregor and her formidable arch-rival, Helen Brodie, had been temporarily resolved – and very much in the daunting brunette's favour, according to Amelia’s usually reliable student informant.



----------



Mhairi MacGregor was not entirely surprised to be summoned to Miss Turner’s study at short notice. Ever since her decisive sexfight victory over Helen Brodie she felt that the teacher had been paying her more attention and she had taken care to flaunt herself at every available opportunity.

Having joined directly from her postgraduate course to teach English Literature, Amelia Turner was still one of the youngest staff members on campus. At twenty five years of age, the beautiful, tall redhead was not much older than the eighteen year olds in her lessons; however to the students she taught she seemed at the same time desirable, mature and unattainable: the type of sophisticated, cosmopolitan woman most aspired to be when they finished their studies and went out into the world.

Approaching Miss Turner’s study down the isolated west wing corridor in the main school building, Mhairi felt elation as well as excitement at the prospect of being alone with the alluring, flame-haired teacher for the first time.

Mhairi was fully aware that some of the Academy’s bi and lesbian staff members were not above making passes at the hotter students, and she wondered idly if Miss Turner might be about to proposition her. Perhaps word of Mhairi’s sexual prowess in defeating that Brodie bitch had already got out among the teachers, and Miss Turner wanted to experience some of the magic for herself.

Mhairi had certainly gained the impression that the teacher had been studying her more closely than usual in English lessons that week. And the fiery brunette knew that her formidable reputation among her fans would enjoy another massive boost if she was able to report that she had just added another notch to her bedpost in the form of the supremely desirable Miss Turner.

Arriving outside Miss Turner’s door, Mhairi quickly checked her hair then arranged her cleavage, loosening the top two buttons of her blouse in such a flagrant breach of Academy dress code that the teacher would have no choice but to reprimand her. There was a brief pause following Mhairi’s rap on the paneled door then she heard Miss Turner muffled tones instructing her to enter. Taking a deep breath, the student turned the ornate brass handle, pushed the solid door open and stepped inside.

Once inside the room Mhairi exhaled, audibly. Backlit by the golden evening sun streaming in through the west-facing window Miss Turner was sitting behind her expansive desk, looking for all the world like some sort of flame-haired warrior or goddess as she pointedly examined her immaculately manicured fingernails for a few moments longer before looking up.

“Ah, Miss MacGregor, it's good of you to see me at short notice.” [Like I had a choice?!]

“Y – yes miss. It was nothing… I mean I wasn’t busy, or…”

“Yes, quite,” the teacher cut in. “Now, I’ve a little proposition to make.” [Ah, thought so – here it comes!]

“But before we get to that, may I ask you a personal question?” [What sort of question – personal hygiene or how many people I’ve slept with?!?]

“Erm, of course”

“Good, then tell me Mhairi: how did it feel when your pussy finally conquered Helen Brodie’s after all those weeks of lust and longing?” [Fuck! Never saw that one coming!!!]

“Whaa! Miss! I-I-I...”

“Can’t believe I just said that?”

Amelia had asked the question in the same level tone she normally applied when asking a student to comment on a passage from Shakespeare in class, and she looked very satisfied after having wrong-footed her visitor so spectacularly.

“Really Mhairi, I didn’t expect you to become so bashful and tongue-tied sudden now that we are alone?”

Mhairi suddenly felt her cheeks burning. “I’m not embarrassed if that’s what you think!” [in fact I’m starting to juice up as we speak now that you’re starting to lay your cards on the table]

“I daresay, but surely you must feel a bit awkward standing here, seeing that I’m the teacher and you’re the student in this relationship.”

“Not really miss, don’t forget now I’m eighteen, and a mature woman, I can do what I want.” [And fuck who I want!]

“Excellent!” Amelia said emphatically as she stood up, stretched a trifle too theatrically, and began walking round the table to where Mhairi was standing waiting for her, well-balanced on her toes, feet slightly apart, her chest thrust out expectantly. Amelia’s eyes alighted disdainfully on the student’s overly provocative cleavage as she approached.

“You do realise this is a clear uniform violation, and I’m going to have to discipline you for it before you leave?”

“Oh, I do hope so, Miss.” Mhairi suddenly felt a small trickle of liquid escape her vagina and flow down the inside of her toned thigh. [Shit – even the verbal foreplay with this hot, hot teacher is making me feel too horny!]

Amelia moved closer and slipped her hand inside the brunette’s half-open blouse, cupping the full right breast straining inside its brassiere. Even though she was expecting it Mhairi shuddered slightly at the sudden contact and Amelia pushed her backwards so that the back of her thighs pressed up hard against the desk.

Mhairi’s sublimely kissable lips were parted but Amelia held back for now, continuing to stroke the brunette’s breast until the nipple grew hard. Feeling more aroused by the second, Mhairi experimentally unbuttoned Amelia’s blouse and started to massage the teacher’s big creamy tit in turn. Both women’s breathing was already starting to grow heavier as Mhairi took it upon herself to resume the conversation that Amelia had started earlier.

“S- so you knew about me and Helen already?”

“Of course, in fact I was close by when it happened; but that’s a story for a different day.”

“Ohhhh...oohhhhh…that’s nice…so wh-what did you want to know?”

While they were talking, Amelia had moved her other hand under Mhairi’s skirt and cupped the brunette’s pubic mound, feeling how satisfyingly damp the younger woman’s panties had grown already.

“I asked how it felt when your pussy finally conquered Helen Brodie’s.”
While considering her reply Mhairi found the urge to insert her own hand up Amelia’s skirt irresistible, and she was faintly relieved to find that the redhead demurred entirely to her bold advances, putting up no resistance as her wet cleft was gripped firmly and womanhandled through the cotton material of her sheer black thong.

“Well, you have to bear in mind that Helen and I had been fighting solidly for almost an hour.”

“Was there ever a time when you feared you might lose?”

Amelia had pulled the wet cotton aside and was now stroking Mhairi’s vulva rhythmically as the two young women leaned in to each other.
“Oooooh aaahh - to be honest, she nearly had me at one point. I was on my back after we both came and she was going for the pin. I only escaped the count with a second to spare!”

By now the redhead could feel her pussy really starting to juice up as Mhairi’s fingers probed and rubbed against her engorged lips.

“Mmmmm...aaaahh. Go on!”

“I – I fought her off and we restarted again. By now we were on our knees, rough kissing, fighting with our pussies and our tits… aaaah aaaah! Fuck!”

“Want me to stop?”

“Nooooo! Don’t stop!”

By now their fingers were stroking steadily in and out of each other’s soaking pussies and the area around the desk was starting to fill with rising woman scent. Amelia desperately wanted to kiss Mhairi’s parted lips but she was prepared to hold back until she heard the end of the story.

“I-it still could’ve gone either way… but I got my rock-hard nipples under her tits, raking the soft undersides. I kept her nipples out the way until I got her down….”

Mhairi was still pressed hard against the unyielding desk by her teacher and she began to moan; her pussy was getting so fucking wet and turned on and starting to make squishing sounds as she relived the glorious victory over Helen all over again in her mind.

“Describe to me how you pinned her cunt and forced her surrender…”

“Oooooohhhh! In the end… it became a t-tug of war between the - the two most powerful cunts in the sixth form… but I was on top… and winning! Aaaaaahhh - I swear I could actually feel my stronger fuck-lips turning hers inside out!”

“How extraordinary!” Amelia cried, pushing forward suddenly against the surprised brunette who pivoted backwards over the table edge, landing on her back and scattering the piled books and papers everywhere.

"Don’t stop now!” Miss Turner commanded as she climbed on the desk and spread Mhairi's legs apart. Although the student had already made the tactical decision to let the teacher fuck her when the time came, she was still surprised by the force with which the slightly older woman slammed into her.

“Quickly - tell me how it ends!”

“Aaaaah… aaaahhhh…”

Mhairi was already starting to slide up the desk with the force of Amelia’s repeated thrusts, their wet pussies smacking and grinding together until their combined wetness started to soak into the big desk blotter.

“Ooohhhh fuck! You should have seen her f-face when she realised my cunt had hers… trapped… in its grip!” Mhairi’s scrabbling hands were on Amelia’s hips now, pulling her in tightly as they fucked hard, rocking and slamming against each other on the unyielding desktop.

“Finish it!” The redhead shouted angrily as she ground her soaked pussy down against the younger woman’s open wet cunt, flicking their engorged clits together, pushing and grinding, rocking faster and faster against the pinned brunette.

“Aaaaaaaah…then she just surrendered as I…I sucked her right in!

“Good! What else?”

“F—ffuckk! She was c-coming under me for at…at least a minute I think.”

“And… afterwards?”

“Unnnnnnnnnnnn. I swear when I looked down, I could see Helen’s fucklips hanging limp outside her vulva. Like – like… I’d just given her such a monumental workout she - she’d need a f-full week to recover…”

Amelia was a consummate expert in reading the different stages of female sexual arousal, and she could tell from the way Mhairi's pulse and breathing suddenly quickened, the flushing on her chest and neck, and the marked swelling of her breasts, that the younger woman was close to reaching the sexual plateau where blood flow to the vagina reaches its limit, causing the lower area to become exceedingly swollen and firm. In short, the stunning redhead judged that the gorgeous brunette was now eminently ripe for the taking.

“Good. That’s enough for now Mhairi. Now let’s finish this thing off properly. I want you to show me exactly how Helen came when she was beneath you!”

“Wh-wh-what?! You - you fucking whore!” The brunette gasped as she belatedly realised how comprehensively she had been ambushed. But it was almost too late to fight back now... as she felt the redhead’s fleshy lips sealing tightly against her own as Amelia began rocking faster against her clit… as Mhairi experienced, for the first time in her life, the strength of an experienced, mature woman’s vagina clamping down and exerting full suction power over her own.

“Aaaahh! aaahhh! Fuck - fuck you, you nasty cheating slut!”

Although Amelia Turner said nothing in reply, her lips curled in a slightly wolfish grin as she continued to grind down remorselessly into Mhairi MacGregor’s pinned and acutely aroused young pussy.
“Aaah… aaahhh – yes - come for me Mhairi! Cum like you made that bitch Helen Brodie cum!!!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! nooooo…. fuck! Noooooooo!!!”

It was fortuitous that Amelia Turner’s study lay at the far end of an isolated corridor as the cries of the two struggling females rose above the sound of their strong, wet pussies slapping and sucking on each other in the heat of battle.

With her straining, recalcitrant student pinned beneath her on the desk the strong, sexy redhead was still very much in the driving seat… but knew full well that she must break Mhairi’s sexual resistance at this first critical attempt, or she would struggle to bend the headstrong young woman to her will in future.

As an accomplished equestrian, Amelia knew that the most highly-spirited mares are always of the best quality, but also require the most breaking-in before they can be ridden safely. It is also a truism that mares that are broken in the correct way will inevitably follow their leader loyally out of respect rather than fear.

Skilled rider though she was, the immediate challenge for Amelia was that this particular steed was still not showing even the slightest signs of being under control as she continued to do her utmost to unseat and turn the tables on her!

In fact, from the moment that Mhairi had begun fighting back, a powerful tug of war had started between their muscular vulvas until Amelia’s straining fuck-lips began to appreciate the full, alarming power of the fighting pussy that had defeated Helen Brodie’s just weeks before. If it had come down to a straight-up, pussy locking battle between them, the prodigious reach of Mhairi’s elastically strong vaginal lips still might have won the day.

But, while her younger opponent had carelessly allowed herself to become hyper-stimulated early on in the contest, the experienced redhead had been carefully pacing herself, fully aware that a battle between two well-matched pussies, if not always a marathon, is more likely at least to resemble a middle-distance race than a flat sprint.

And so, as their wet cunts’ were rubbing and slurping together, Amelia kept skillfully changing her line of attack to deny Mhairi the tight pussy clinch she so desperately craved in order to try and level the playing field and take the fight back to the redhead.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Presently, the brunette gasped and began to quiver as she felt her big, throbbing clit being raked repeatedly by Amelia’s equally swollen clit.

“Unnnnnnnnnn.” The redhead moaned in turn as she intensified her intimate, penetrating attack, grinding deeper… and harder until….

“Omigodddd! Fuckkk!!!”

“Yes - yesssss!!!”

…through the hyper-sensitive nerve endings of her own quivering clit Amelia felt the exquisite sensation of the brunette’s clit in full retreat under the continuous, intense over-stimulation it was being bombarded with. It was time!

“Cum you dirty little bitch! I want to feel your hot cum exploding inside me – NOW!!!”

With her tumescent clit pinned back against her pubic bone beneath Amelia’s swollen nub, Mhairi could feel the betraying ripples growing deep inside her sex and knew that she was on the edge of a devastating orgasm. Arching her back, hearing the blood rushing in her ears, everything seemed paradoxically to start going into slow motion, allowing Mhairi a few more precious moments to contemplate how comprehensively she’d been outplayed, out-thought and out-fucked by her beautiful, sassy and ultra-savvy English teacher.

And, strangely enough, it all didn’t seem to matter quite as much anymore: realising there was nothing more she could do to stave off the inevitable, Mhairi MacGregor actually started to relax as orgasm took her... surrendering to the undeniable pleasure of being fucked and controlled by probably the only woman on the planet right now that she could imagine building an unshakeable bond of trust with... and possibly even follow to the ends of the earth, if she was asked nicely enough…

III

For Mhairi at least, the afternoon ski tour proved an unmitigated disaster. Although the young Scot had learned the basics of the sport in her home country, it soon became apparent that her blonde French chaperone was way out of her league: being trained to professional standards, Sophie St Cyr could literally ski rings round Mhairi. In fact, the athletic French girl was soon bragging about captaining the champion Rochebrune ski team that had beat the field, winning gold medals at the last two international events they had entered.

What the feisty brunette found most irksome that afternoon however, was the way Sophie always managed to use the edges of her skis to spray snow over her rival whenever she sped back to enquire why Mhairi was lagging behind.


“Emmène-moi! Follow me, ma cherie, and I’ll show you how to ski properly,” the blonde would laugh before catapulting off at breakneck speed again, knowing full well that the Scot would always struggle to keep up.

Happily, Mhairi had laid one of Sophie’s earlier boasts to rest at least. Having examined one of the other girl’s bras while trying on the borrowed ski wear she found reassuring proof that the French girl had exaggerated how well-endowed she was compared to her rival: okay, at a 36D she might be a single cup size larger than Mhairi; but that was hardly going to save her once the vengeful Scot was pounding the French tart’s pussy into submission later that evening.

In the meantime, Helen fortified herself with the thought that the French bitch’s shriveled clit couldn’t conceivably be one size larger than her own little beauty, as the returning Sophie swept to a halt and sprayed her with snow yet again.

“Oh, la la – sorry Mary,” the bitch sniggered. “But please try to keep up as we have to meet the others at the chalet - before it gets too dark!”

Mhairi gritted her teeth as she pushed off with her ski poles again. Just wait until tonight slut - I’ll wipe that stupid grin off your pretty little face!

In contrast with the torrid time Mhairi was having Amelia found she enjoyed her leisurely ski with Zoé immensely, and the two women chatted freely while stopping frequently to admire the view.

After Mhairi had revealed something of her upbringing in the Southwest of England, the Frenchwoman recounted how she had been born and raised on the island of Martinique in the French West Indies. After finishing high school, she had left the island to study classics in Paris then, having completed her diploma, secured her current teaching position at Rochebrune.

Warming to her tale, the Frenchwoman went on to outline more of her intriguing background to Amelia. Having researched her family tree extensively Zoé Martin had discovered that her ancestry derived from the Fon people, denizens of the African region which is now Benin. At some point her forbears had been taken as slaves to the French colony of Saint-Domingue in the Caribbean Sea, later renamed the Republic of Haiti. Zoé’s lineage was complicated by the amount of intermarriage that had taken place on the island over the generations but she was able to count French European and Amerindian (Carib people) in addition to black Africans among her ancestors.

What Zoé failed to mention to Amelia was that her maternal grandmother was high priestess of a little-known Voodoo cult that still believes a select few chosen women or mambo asogwe can aspire to gain supernatural powers through the act of ‘taking’ other women’s orgasms from them. The tempestuous, strong-willed Martiniquan was initiated into the cult in her late teens, and since then one of her main life missions had been to seek out other strong women in order to ream submissive orgasms from them. In Zoé’s reckoning, the tougher the opponent the better: as this simply heightened the supreme feeling of sexual dominion she derived from sucking the defeated woman’s struggling pussy lips into her superbly conditioned fighting quim.

By her reckoning, Zoé still needed to notch up two hundred and forty-nine additional victories before acquiring the enlightened transcendental state she so desperately craved. Defeating Amelia tonight would bring her ultimate goal one step closer but, being honest with herself, she also wanted to defeat the redheaded Englishwoman out of a highly developed sense of college honour as well as national pride.

Amelia’s thoughts were also turning to the inevitable contests that both pairs of sexy women would be drawn into later. Like the Martiniquan, she had been careful not to betray any indication during the conversation of her own secretive involvement in an esoteric witchcraft cult dedicated to exploring and harnessing the power of the female orgasm for its own obscure ends. As a result, neither woman anticipated the broader occult significance of the tumultuous clash that they both looked forward eagerly to winning later that evening.

“I’d say your Mademoiselle St Cyr needs to watch out,” Amelia confided to her companion archly just before they turned to head back down the mountain towards the waiting chalet.

Zoé looked at her sharply. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, it really doesn’t pay to rile Mhairi MacGregor: a young woman of many talents. Endowed with one of the strongest fighting pussies I’ve ever … er, come across…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it too much: Sophie can take also care of herself. But why talk of a sex-fight all of a sudden? Here at Rochebrune the girls always use their breasts to settle rivalries. So, unless your Miss MacGregor has a black belt in the sport, I’ll wager she won’t last long against Sophie St Cyr; she is not only hockey and ski captain but also our best reigning titfight champion!”

Amelia was forced to conceal her surprise at this unexpected and unwelcome development. It seemed to confirm her suspicion that the French team would stop at nothing to play the home team advantage. And Zoé certainly seemed supremely confident that her own student, with the added benefit of first choice of weapons, would easily defeat Amelia’s favourite student.

“Well,” she said finally, “I still think Mhairi will give your favourite a good run for her money.”

“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” The Frenchwoman replied diplomatically.

"And what about you? Amelia inquired archly, “do you always use your tits to settle battles as well?”

“Well, honestly, tits or pussy it’s all the same to me.” Zoé puffed her chest out further and looked her companion directly in the eye before adding: “But I’m warning you already, Amelia, that tonight I’ll win… I always win against redheads and blondes.”

Such brazen confidence, Amelia thought as she replied. “Ha! Then it looks like your unbeaten record against redheads will soon be over. Enjoy it while it lasts!”

After this exchange, the two older women skied down to the chalet where they were soon joined by both students. Zoé Martin had explained earlier in the day that they would be relaxing in the college’s private chalet in the mountains before skiing down early next morning to prepare for the official ceremony to mark the twinning of Cardugan Academy with the Ecole Internationale de Rochebrune.

The significance of the isolated location was not lost on Amelia who knew that, once they had closed themselves in for the night, the four would be alone, there being no other habitation for miles around. In other words, there was no likelihood of the four women being disturbed whatever happened between them that evening.

Amelia and Mhairi soon discovered the small chalet was plain but attractive, comprising a large open plan kitchen/living room and two galleried bedrooms. The Cardugan pair would sleep in one room and Rochebrune in the other. This might change during the night but that was the current plan.

While they were changing for dinner, Amelia quickly interrogated Mhairi to find out what she had been able to glean about her opponent. The younger woman immediately rolled her eyes. “My God, she’s an utter bitch, and a cow and more besides! You know, daddy’s some big financieur type; made his money on the Paris bourse and little miss tippy toes was brought up in this big fucking chateau, right on the Loire. Great river for skinny dipping apparently!”

“Interesting, well now it’s the bad news I’m afraid. It seems that Rochebrune’s little madams put more faith in swinging their mammaries when it comes to the settling of rivalries.”

“What – you mean they...? Oh fuck, fuck!”

“Correct, and as it’s their home turf, I don’t think we’ll be able to wriggle out of this one so easily. You did train in breast fighting before arriving at Cardugan I believe?”

“Yes – a little. And I can look after myself. Have you any idea yet what I’m going up against?”

Amelia hesitated for an instant before deciding to tell the bald truth. “Well, Mlle Martin did let slip that Sophie St Cyr is their reigning titfight champion.”

“Oh, that’s just bloody marvellous!”



----------



Zoé and Sophie had prepared a simple but tasty meal for the four of them, which they washed down with a glass of burgundy before moving the sofas back to make a larger space on the deep pile rug in front of the roaring wood burner. The well-insulated chalet was already growing quite warm and Amelia was sure that it would become even hotter and steamier pretty soon.

It was agreed that Mhairi and Sophie would fight first, the Cardugan girl having graciously agreed to adhere to Rochebrune rules tonight, which Zoé then explained.

Basically, the only targets that the girls were allowed to go for were each other’s breasts, and only breast on breast contact was allowed at that. No biting, gouging, hairpulling or other such unsporting play was allowed, however it was perfectly acceptable to grasp your opponent’s body with your hands while delivering the attack.

The rules also catered for un serre-fort, literally a tight squeeze, whereby both parties were permitted to grind their mammaries together continuously until one girl submitted.

Un serre-fort par terre was an even more specialist move, involving one girl flinging the other to the ground and pinning her there while crushing her mammaries until either she escaped or was forced to submit.

“Let’s get on with it then,” Mhairi said purposefully as soon as the explanation ended

“Yes, I can’t wait to crush your weak teets either,” Sophie laughed, getting to her feet and standing at one end of the rug that marked the dimensions of the ring they would fight in. The Scot quickly took up her position on the other side and the girls started removing the bath robes they had been wearing in preparation for the match.

Owing to a little theatrical delay on Sophie’s part, Mhairi was first to reveal her naked body and the French pair admired the brunette’s fine physique, the swell of her breasts, the flat stomach with its defined abdominal muscles, the sweeping curve of her hips and her firm, shapely thighs.

Then Sophie discarded her robe, displaying her near perfect body alongside her rival’s. Amelia noted that the French beauty was perhaps a centimetre shorter, but equally as slender and shapely as Mhairi.

Only one physical factor set the two girls apart. While the Scot’s girl’s perfectly proportioned breasts were rounded and stood out pertly, Sophie’s were more elongated than Mhairi’s so that they both protruded and drooped slightly more than the Scot’s pair.

To Amelia’s critical eye, Sophie’s big tits looked slightly oversized given her otherwise svelte proportions. Moreover, in shape they kind of resembled short, deadly torpedoes, and the redhead hoped that their rather intriguing shape would not give the French girl an unfair advantage in her efforts to breach her opponent’s more conventionally rounded ramparts.

“Are you both ready?” At Zoé’s the signal, Mhairi and Sophie advanced on the rug until they were no more than an arm’s length apart, their large breasts swaying slightly as they moved.

As she was unsure about the protocol, Mhairi waited until Sophie moved in and grasped her lightly but firmly by the shoulders, the twinkle in the French girl’s eyes suggested this was still all a game to her.

“Perhaps as the guest you would like to take the first swing, no?”

“About time!” Mhairi needed no second invitation, grasping Sophie’s shoulders as she turned her torso sideways, twisting back suddenly so that her large breasts swung into the sides of the French girl’s with a loud, stinging slap.

Watching intently, Amelia noticed how the blonde merely grimaced, letting out a small ‘ouf’ as her breasts swayed at the first contact. The Scot then used the momentum she had created, raking her tits back across the French girl’s immediately with an even louder smack.

“Ooooff!” “Nnnnnhh!” Both girls cried out but as Mhairi paused, her turn over, Amelia saw how quickly Sophie recovered, looking relaxed and content after Mhairi’s first ‘best’ shots.

“My turn?” Without waiting for a reply the French girl pivoted slightly at the waist before swiping her torpedo-shaped breasts across Mhairi’s with astonishing speed and accuracy. 'WHAPSLAPP!'

The smack of colliding titflesh sounded even louder than during Mhairi’s attack, and the girl’s cries of pain were correspondingly shrill as well. Then Sophie swung back the other way and both girls yelped out as their sensitive nerve endings registered the heavy blow.
After only four side slaps both girls breasts were already starting to look flushed as Sophie spoke again.

“Phew, that was hard work - well done! Now, we don’t take turns any more so you’re free to start hitting me when you like.”

Mhairi swung out immediately without really aiming but, as she tried to throw the tit fighting equivalent of a left hook, Amelia could see the brunette had telegraphed the move to her opponent, who swung both breasts at her from the opposite direction in a smart counterpunching move.
As both girls’ tits were moving at speed this created the loudest smack yet, and caused them both to recoil in pain.

To their credit, neither girl seemed too phased by this as they quickly settled into a rhythm, slapping their reddening tits against each other.... side to side and up and down… grunting and moaning each time their dense tit flesh met head on.

Although Mhairi seemed to be holding her own in trading blows for now, Amelia was quick to note two significant causes for concern. Firstly, and owing to their superior mass perhaps, the French girl’s breasts seemed able to displace the Scots girl’s more easily when both racks met at full force. Secondly, not only were Sophie’s attacks more skilled and precise than her rival's, but the French girl seemed to be hitting with more force if the loudness of each heavy smack was anything to go by.

At least hitting Mhairi this hard would mean that the sensitive nerve endings in Sophie’s larger breasts must be taking an equal amount of punishment Amelia tried to reassure herself.

As the seconds ticked by, the French girl’s greater skill, as well as her other built-in advantages became more apparent however, prompting Zoé, who had seemed bored and disinterested with the proceedings up to now, to suddenly become passionate as she urged her charge to take the fight aggressively to her rival.

“Oui – oui! C’est ca! En avant ma fille!”

Amelia was forced to watch with growing concern as Sophie rallied, spurred on by her professeur’s loud encouragement, and started pressing home her attack on Mhairi’s increasingly beleaguered tits with venom.

“Steady Mhairi, keep your guard up!”

Soon though Sophie’s tits achieved the first major breakthrough of the contest as a lethal combination of attacking moves had her rival on the run.
As the blonde girl’s blistering attack gathered pace, Amelia found herself involuntarily cataloguing each of the punishing blows being delivered to her girl's breasts by its equivalent boxing term:

Right jab 'Whack!' “Owww!!”
Left hook ‘Smack!' “Unnnnnnnnnn.”
Right hook 'Whop!' “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
Uppercut 'Whap!' “Owww!! Fucking CUNT!”
Left hook 'Slap!' “Bitch!”
Uppercut 'Thwack!' “Ahhhhhhhhh...”
Uppercut ‘Smack!' “Unnnnnnnnnn…ohhhhh Jesus....”


If Amelia had been a boxing coach she might have been contemplating when to throw in the towel by now, as her own girl was becoming too punch drunk to defend herself properly; her head lolling forward as the pain receptors in her wounded breasts tripped the overloaded synapses in her brain.

Amelia was forced to wonder at Sophie’s immense staying power and astonishingly high pain threshold: there was little doubt she must also be feeling intense pain each time her own breasts connected with Mhairi’s; and yet, even as she cried out and blinked back the tears, the titfighting champion kept coming forward like a dogged pugilist…until finally she had the Scot exactly where she wanted her. As she delivered her final ultimatum, Amelia noted that Mlle St Cyr’s voice had grown far deeper and huskier, constant pain having removed its playful timbre as she hissed viciously at her opponent: “Ahhhhhhh… now is a good time to give up… Scottish slut… before I injure you too badly!”

Mhairi coughed, wheezed and spat over her opponent’s right shoulder before replying.

“Unnnnnnn… surrender? Uh uh…I thought this was just the warm-up. If that’s really the best you can offer we better keep going ...”

With an angry cry, the French girl lunged forward and continued her brutal, full frontal assault, her heavy, elongated breasts slamming into the Scot’s outgunned mammaries without mercy.

SMACK!!! WHACK!!! SLAPPPP!!! SMACK!!!

“Unnnnnnnnnnn... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BITCH!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuck!”

Finally, Mhairi found herself teetering on the very edge of their makeshift ring, and resorted to the only option she had left ; flinging herself at the French girl in a desperate clinch.

As the wounded brunette clung tightly to her tormentor the intense sounds of battle were replaced by both girls wheezing and sniffling as they leaned into one other, weary heads resting on each other’s shoulders, their lined faces exhibiting raw pain, exhaustion and wounded emotion.

Amelia was suddenly feeling an enormous pride in Mhairi however. So far, her girl had taken all that her more experienced French opponent had thrown at her and survived the ordeal. Mhairi MacGregor was still in the fight, but her chances of turning it around seemed slim at best given the odds now stacked against her...the next few minutes of the struggle would be crucial and Amelia was on tenterhooks, especially knowing that she would have to fight Zoé Martin as soon as the first contest had been decided.

“You stubborn fuckin’ bitch! If you don’ submit now, I’m really going to 'ave to hurt you.” Sophie St Cyr was in no mood to mince words as the two bruised and exhausted young women clung together in a sweaty clinch on the rumpled rug in front of their watching teachers.

Mhairi MacGregor was not the type of girl to back down easily to threats, however, and she pressed her wounded rack hard against her opponent’s as she responded. “You think I’m scared? Seems like your champion tits just can’t finish mine off, no matter how hard they try! And, from where I’m standing, they don’t look so pristine anymore either…”

Pressing their furrowed foreheads together the girls gazed down to survey the damage their battered jugs had taken in the fast and furious contest so far. It was clear that both girls’ breasts had swollen considerably and were now some 50 - 70% larger than at the start. However, Mhairi’s boobs had undoubtedly absorbed more punishment than Sophie’s and looked more bloated as a result. In addition to the extensive flushing and redness both racks were showing, raised networks of thin blue veins were more prominent on the surface of both girls’ titflesh, while purplish bruising was also becoming evident in places.



----------



In all her eighteen years, Mhairi MacGregor had not been in such acute pain before. Having barely withstood their battering by Sophie St Cyr’s formidable jugs in the opening round, her proud tits felt as if they had been run through a mangle then set on fire for good measure. She just prayed that the French tit fight champion was suffering as much from the ordeal as she was.

Certainly, the blonde seemed to have lost much of her earlier cockiness, and Mhairi could hear the other girl stifle the odd snivel, struggling to regain her composure as they rested their aching racks against each other.

Sophie coughed a little before speaking again. “Sooooo – you were lucky to clinch when you did or my tits would have knocked yours out for sure!”

Mhairi snorted in reply. “Save the clever talk, bitch. Your tits aren’t going to knock mine out - period!”

‘Yeh right – but yours are much more bruised and swollen than mine. Admit my French teets are stronger than yours!”

“No, they’re not and besides, my Scottish tits can take more punishment than yours!”

“Not for much longer,” and now the blonde's pained expression broke into a confident smile:

“Although I so enjoy boxing, I prefer taking my opponent down in the serre-fort round. You won’t last long once I get my best squeeze on you!”

Mhairi was happy to let the French bitch continue talking while she racked her brains for a match-winning plan. The Scot was experienced enough to realise that some of the swelling in both girls’ jugs had resulted from the increased blood flow to the breasts that accompanies intense sexual arousal. As she hung on in the intimate clinch, smelling the other girl’s sweat and unmistakable pussy odour, Mhairi felt her own juice trickling steadily down the inside of her thigh. Did the French girl get off on dominating other girls’ tits as much as the brunette derived sexual satisfaction from owning other girls’ cunts after a tough contest? Sophie’s erotically half-closed eyes supplied the answer immediately: of course!

“So, rest time over, but I promise I’ll finish this quickly so Mlle Martin will defeat your teacher when we are done.”

“In your dreams, bitch.”

Mhairi felt her rival’s arms clasp tightly behind her back and only had time to grunt a reply as her tits were already coming under pressure and she was forced to take the strain and push back.

Taking deep breaths before their lungs compressed too much, the girls used their strong biceps to squeeze, grunting as they pulled each other in tightly.

Mhairi had learned earlier that Rochebrune girls called this stage of the contest the serre-fort, literally ‘tight squeeze’. And now that they were both locked together the struggle could end only when one girl surrendered as her breasts yielded to their superior rivals. The question was: could the Scot’s plucky boobs hold out and turn the tables on their formidable French rivals. One thing was sure: Sophie’s tits no longer seemed any bigger than Mhairi’s, although this was largely due to the greater swelling that the brunette’s had endured.

“Nnnnngggghh!” “Mmmmmphhhhh!”

The girls grunted as their swollen chests started to compress and shift around each other. At this stage their titflesh felt equally dense with both sets of jugs yielding evenly, although Mhairi was acutely aware that one girl’s boobs would soften more rapidly than her rival’s once they started to lose their strength and cohesion.

The Scot had finally hit on a plan of sorts. Recalling how her tits once got the better of Helen Brodie’s, she started trying to work her erect nipples lower to allow them to rake the soft, fleshy undersides of Sophie’s jugs. The experienced French tit-fighter seemed alert to the danger however, and responded to her rival’s movements, gyrating the other way until their nipples finally met and became locked together, corralled by all their compressed and bloated titflesh.

Mhairi and Sophie’s nipples and areoles were remarkably similar in shape and size and both women’s arousal levels seemed to increase exponentially the moment they felt them pressing into each other. The fire that started in their conjoined thrusting nipples quickly went thermonuclear, coursing through their engorged tits and all the way down to their pussies as they felt their clits spasm, causing them to brace their bulging pubic mounds together almost involuntarily.

“Ahhhhhhhhh.” Mhairi moaned.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.” Sophie moaned with her.

As they pushed harder into each other, letting their erect nipples fence inside that most intimate and compact of fighting rings formed by their sucking areoles, Mhairi became acutely aware that her slick fighting cunt was hovering just a few tantalising centimetres away from Sophie’s. She could tell the French girl was also growing exceptionally wet from the drips landing on her bare feet. And both girls could hardly have failed to notice their rising sexual odour, which was rich, tangy and complex, laden with their competing pheromones.

However, when Mhairi tried to pivot slightly and lock fuck lips with Sophie, the blonde maddeningly pulled her pussy back just out of range so that the frustrated brunette was forced to continue fighting the tit battle on the French girl's terms.

With Zoé and Amelia growing steadily wetter themselves as they followed every tortuous move in the seesaw contest, the rivals continued to grind harder against each other... until their nipples were pushed right back into their areolas... until both girls started to feel dizzy as the mix of pleasure and pain in their overstimulated breasts became unbearable.

Mhairi had rarely experienced a full breast orgasm before but she could feel one building unmistakably right now as Sophie pulled her in tight... forcing their trembling tits tightly together. Just before their straining nipples erupted, the girls open mouths fastened together, exchanging the briefest of intense, sucking kisses, then their heads flung back, saliva stringing off their chins as the flood gates opened and ecstasy overtook them.

“Nnnnnhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhh!! God!! uunnnnnnnnnnnnhhh.””

“Ahhh ....aaahhhh! Mon Dieu!! aaaaaaahhhhhhh!! ”

Stunned by the power of their shared orgasm, the two girls stumbled forward on the carpet, holding each other upright, bloated tits jerking together as thick gouts of warm nipple cum squirted upwards and outwards from their straining cleavage.

Just as Amelia started to wonder when the stalemate might be broken, Sophie suddenly uttered a shrill judo cry, hooking her right leg behind Mhairi’s as she twisted her opponent down to the ground. It all happened incredibly fast and suddenly the brunette was lying stretched out on her back, gasping in shock and pain as the blonde followed through heavily, smacking down on her rival tit to tit... spraying tit cum and milk everywhere.

Sophie’s awesome tits had come closer to delivering the knockout to their magnificent rivals she had been promising, but Mhairi was still not giving up without a fight and kept her legs flailing, denying the French girl the commanding grapevine pin she clearly sought.

The brunette's last ditch display of defiance simply seemed to embolden the blonde however, as she raised her chest up high before slamming down repeatedly on top of Mhairi’s sagging jugs, each forceful impact causing more milk to leak from the moaning Scots girl’s increasingly flaccid looking teats.

“Christ, is that move allowed?” Amelia enquired of Zoé Martin, noting the smug, self-satisfied expression on her companion’s face now it was clear that victory was within her girl’s grasp.

“Well, why ever not Amelia?" the black woman arched her eyebrows quizzically. "What you think this is? One of those polite...ah... pique-niques that you English are so fond of?”

“I guess,” the redhead replied noncommittally, vowing to take down the overconfident French bitch in the most humiliating way possible when they fought after the girls.

“Actually, that’s Sophie’s signature move," Zoé elaborated proudly. "The one she calls her ‘milk bomb’!”

It was clear that the fight between the two rival students was as good as over as the elated blonde delivered a few more of her trademark milk bombs, then dropped down... massaging her conquering tits rhythmically into their pinned rivals, which were losing cohesion and softening now... yielding most visibly to the French girl’s firmer rack.

Finally, the defeated brunette’s struggles began to subside and she gave a long, low moan, her head lolling to one side as saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth... her once proud tits pancaking in abject surrender beneath the unyielding pressure of her French rival’s superior mammaries.

Fully translated, it was what Rochebrune girls call a TTKO – a total titty knock out, and Mhairi would require a minute or two to regain full consciousness before she could leave the field and the second match could begin.

“Oh Sophie! Bravo! C’est trop... trop formidable!” Zoé Martin almost shouted, breaking into rapturous applause at the Rochebrune student’s most convincing win over the Cardugan girl. Seeing that her opponent was out for the count Sophie relaxed and straightened herself up, her wet, overstimulated cunt lips sucking greedily on Mhairi's quivering abdominals as the French girl raised her arms in the classic titfighters victory pose.



----------



Predictably, Amelia Turner was less happy about the outcome as she rounded on her rival. “When you’re quite done preening yourself bitch, take that robe off and meet me on the rug. As The Bride once said, ‘You and I have unfinished business’…”

Zoé’s eyes narrowed dangerously as her flame haired rival delivered the verbal slap.

“Perhaps you better watch your mouth Red, because what just happened to your pretty girl here is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you once I get a good enough hold on your saggy cunt lips.”
Looking pained and disconsolate, Mhairi MacGregor lay in the corner of the chalet’s huge living room sofa watching the teachers limber up for the second match of the evening. In physical terms, the brunette knew her young body would recover quickly enough from the humiliating KO her breasts had suffered to Sophie St Cyr's; the psychological and emotional healing processes were likely to take longer.

After the match she had tried to avoid all eye contact with her nemesis who was now slouched at the opposite end of the voluminous sofa, still basking in the intimate celebratory hugs and kisses her teacher had bestowed on her after notching up such a notable victory for Rochebrune over Cardugan.

While helping Mhairi to her feet as she regained consciousness, Amelia had put a consoling arm around her defeated student as if to say ‘better luck next time’. But the brunette was unable to look her mentor in the eye having let her down so badly. “I – I…she…”

“Now then, there’s nothing to discuss. Just relax, rest, and rehydrate yourself, and let me get on with fighting this other… er, bitch.”

“Yes miss.”

“Yes miss!” Sophie had parroted as they sat down.

“Stow it bitch, I’m not in the mood.”

But the French girl still couldn’t resist poking fun at her rival.“You do realise we were only tonight’s warm-up act? Now we take a ringside seat for the main event: watching my Zoé taking your Amelia apart…piece by piece. Quel excitant!”

“Hah! Dream on bitch - that ain’t gonna happen”, Mhairi said emphatically. “You’ve no idea how strong Amelia Turner really is.”

“Well, not as strong as Zoé certainement, just like you’re not as strong as me!”

“Fuck off!”

Mhairi’s troubled thoughts turned to the hockey tour which had been arranged to celebrate the twinning of the two schools. Essentially, it meant that Rochebrune’s hockey team comprising eleven fit, athletic, and no doubt oversexed French girls would be travelling all the way to Cardugan next month to compete in a series of ‘friendly’ matches. And, with the French team captained by none other than Sophie St Cyr, the brunette knew it was inevitable that the opposing teams would feel the need to settle their multiple rivalries both off as well as on the field.

The Scots girl’s spirits lifted a little as she weighed the prospect of a sexfight rematch with her rival. Surely the over-privileged French slut couldn’t be as proficient with her cunt as she was with her tits? Mhairi’s temporary revival prompted her to voice her optimism out loud as she rounded on her French rival sarcastically.

“Enjoy it while you can bitch: next time we fight it’ll be on my terms - and you won’t last five minutes when I get you under my pussy.”

Sophie stared back open mouthed at her erstwhile opponent for a moment before laughing incredulously.

“What? You think a French girl – a Rochebrune one at that – doesn’t know how to take care of herself in a pussy fight? Let me assure you, when the time comes, I will handle your weak little cunt just like I defeated your inferior tits today. Get my drift?”

Mhairi got her drift all right, but before she could reply, the teachers had lined up: it was time to sit back and watch the main event of the evening.

If Amelia and Zoé heard their students bickering on the sofa they paid no attention, so intently were they focusing now on the challenge in front of them.

There was no doubt that both women had become significantly turned on while watching the progress of their student’s fight, and were now trying to slow down their arousal rates, even though their breasts and cunt lips were already swelling automatically in anticipation of the coming battle.

Amelia had tried to put her protégé’s demoralising defeat out of her mind for the simple reason that it was irrelevant to whether she could defeat the formidable black woman facing her across the patterned afghan rug that would become their sex-fight arena. Zoé for her part viewed her student’s comprehensive victory over Amelia's as an excellent harbinger that tonight’s contest was now very much Rochebrune’s for the taking.

“Shall we agree some rules then?” The redhead asked coolly as she unwrapped her towelling robe.

Zoé was already loosening the belt of her own garment. “Well, given tomorrow’s ceremony we could probably do without going all through the night, so let’s propose a limit…”

The redhead thought for a moment as her robe slipped to the floor. “Then… how about, best of five forced orgasms?”

Casting her own robe aside Zoé nodded deliberately. “That should be enough to settle it. No rests, and no time limit?” Amelia nodded her agreement.

“Then en garde, and let’s begin.”



-------------



Although each student had seen her own teacher naked before, this was their first opportunity to compare two such luscious, mature women in the flesh close up. Still in their mid-twenties, Amelia and Zoé were alpha bitches in the peak of their sexual prime and, with their long hair flowing freely over their broad shoulders, to their adoring students both had the unmistakable appearance of naked warriors, or possibly goddesses even.

Zoé Martin’s mid brown skin tone contrasted nicely with Amelia’s creamy complexion which was shaded in places by bursts of reddish-pink freckles. Amelia’s shock of flame red hair and Zoé’s long, shiny black hair were also strikingly different.

In terms of overall physique, the women were well-matched: tall, broad of shoulder with well-formed biceps; their flat, sculptured waists tapered beneath ample, shapely breasts before broadening out into full, curvaceous hips atop sturdy thighs. Each woman’s hairy mons protruded quite markedly and was covered in dense pubic hair that, as well as signifying peak feminine strength, posed a clear sexual challenge to her opponent.

Amelia’s unshaven bush was spiked with russet, red and brown hues making it stand out, stark and aggressive, against her pale slightly freckled groin. All in all, she looked every inch the proud descendant of her Celtic forbears.

And even if Zoé’s skin no longer possessed the deep ebony tones of her ancestors, she still looked every inch an African warrior as she prepared for battle. Standing out from her deep brown crotch, her pubic bush was full, curly and dark, and every bit as imposing as Amelia’s.

While their students’ eyes excitedly devoured them, Amelia and Zoé were casting their practised gaze over each other’s naked bodies, scanning critically for any weaknesses they might be able to exploit in the coming battle. Each women recognised the telltale signs in the other that come with a state of high sexual arousal: the dilated pupils... the marked swelling of the breasts and around the pubis caused by the increase in blood flow to the sexual organs.

As they closed the gap on each other Amelia found she was still perturbed by the erotic dream she had experienced just weeks before, in which a red haired Amazonian Celtic warrior and an ebony-skinned Nubian had fought long and hard in front of their respective queens. For the Celt the contest had ended badly, pinned on her back ejaculating her cum deep into the Nubian warrior’s conquering cunt, and the redhead fervently hoped tonight’s contest would not go the same way for her.

Perhaps sensing Amelia’s hesitation Zoé attacked aggressively as they locked up, pulling her opponent in tight as the women’s swollen breasts mashed together, the black woman immediately pressing her strong bare thigh up against Amelia’s hairy cunt, forcing the redhead to spread her legs apart.

The redhead moaned slightly, feeling her engorged pussy sliding up and down her rival’s smooth-muscled leg, leaving a long, wet trail. Zoé was able to pump her rival's cunt repeatedly as they struggled before Amelia managed to lift her own thigh between her opponent’s legs, welcoming the slippery contact the other woman’s hot, wet vagina made with her skin.

Pressing their foreheads together both combatants now leaned in, grunting as they rammed their toned thighs between each other’s legs even harder, feeling their pussies flattening and sealing on the taut muscle which they were forcibly rubbing and sliding against in a constant state of wet friction, sending pulses of erotic pleasure rippling through their bodies.

Looking up briefly as the rubbing, stimulating attack continued Amelia and Zoé gazed into each other’s eyes with expressions of lustful antagonism before inclining their heads to allow their lips to close in a deep, angry, sucking kiss. Jamming their breasts together even more tightly, they forced their tongues inside each other’s mouths, letting them swirl around in a pool of hot, sweet saliva, wrestling and probing for signs of weakness… without finding any...

Soon their mixed saliva drooled down their chins and, as the heat kept building between their voluptuous, rubbing bodies, sweat ran down between their heaving breasts, crossing their flat, toned bellies and soaking into their pubic mounds.

The two struggling women spent four or five minutes locked in this position until, when it became apparent that neither was going to gain any immediate advantage, Zoé was first to break the kiss, nostrils flaring and eyes blazing wildly. Gasping with relief, the women pulled their faces apart, chests heaving, their ragged breathing testifying to the intensity of the struggle.

Pulling her thigh back unexpectedly from Amelia’s crotch, the black woman reached down and inserted two fingers inside the redhead’s hot vagina. “Unnhhh,” Amelia moaned at the sudden intimate intrusion as Zoé spread her fingers apart...stretching her opponent’s fighting cunt as she expertly measured its elasticity as well as its strength. After twisting around inside Amelia for a moment Zoé retracted just as quickly and held her fingers up close for both to see the thick, honey-like pussy juice stringing between them, “See how wet you are already, bitch?”

Zoé sniffed her fingers approvingly before popping them in her mouth, sucking Amelia’s musky residue off with relish. “I like to know exactly what I’m dealing with,” she smirked archly, shivering as Amelia returned the favour, pushing two fingers up inside her rival’s wet vagina, stretching it in turn before slipping her fingers out and holding them up for closer examination.

“Huh - you’re even wetter than I am, bitch,” the redhead concluded, letting the thick, pearly strings of pussy juice play between her stretched fingers before holding them under her nose and licking her sticky digits clean. Zoé Martin’s pussy juice tasted so wonderfully tart and salty that Amelia started to worry mildly about the aphrodisiacal effect it would have on her once the other woman’s cunt was fully heated up in battle.

Deciding it was time to up the pace Amelia fixed her opponent with her best belligerent deadpan expression. “Well, do you still need more foreplay, or shall we get down to it?”

Zoé smiled acidly in response. “You’re right, that’s enough foreplay for now. Lets continue this on the floor.”

“I thought you'd never ask!”

Amelia Turner and Zoé Martin felt tense excitement mixed with slight trepidation as they squatted down facing each on the rug for their first pussy-to-pussy lock up. Having just explored inside each other with their fingers, they already knew that the battle would be a close one, as their vulvas were equally matched in length and girth and their clits were also identical in size.

And, given how each hot, sexy woman would settle for nothing short of total victory over her rival, they knew that locking their powerful, predatory cunts in primal conflict over the best of five forced orgasms would be a severe strain and challenge for them both...
“Oh well, bitch I guess now we put our best cards on the table,” Zoé murmered in a seductively low voice as she opened her legs wider and parted her dark pubic hair, spreading her thick, juicy pussy lips with the fingers of one hand. At the same time, she popped the fingers of the hand that had been inside Amelia back in her mouth, sucking them with lascivious intent.

Watched intently by Amelia, Zoé began teasing her stiff, purply-brown clit until it fully emerged from its protective hood, wet and glistening, to point aggressively in the redhead’s direction. Although her poker face was careful to betray no surprise or emotion, Amelia was forced to admit that Zoé’s burgeoning womanhood was a truly remarkable and unforgettable sight. She calculated it must be close to 3.5 cm long from its base to its tip, while its girth was equally impressive. As if to highlight her heightened sexual readiness the Frenchwoman moaned deeply as she continued to stimulate herself while sucking her musky fingers.

Concerned not to let herself be upstaged by her opponent’s bravura sexual display any longer, Amelia opened her own legs and teased her succulent, engorged labia apart letting her reddish-pink clit emerge. She knew that her own shaft was of a similar size to Zoé’s so that part did not concern her too much. And she also began to stimulate herself while mirroring the finger sucking action started by her rival.

“Well, I think we just settled who has the most impressive clit at least,” Amelia teased seductively, knowing full well that there was so little to choose between them.

“I’m not so sure,” Zoé replied. “Sophie, will you come over please and help to decide whose clit is bigger and better?”

“You’d better come too, Mhairi,” Amelia called over her shoulder to her own student.

As the two students got off the sofa and came closer, both women were stroking the bases of their clits rhythmically to ensure they remained fully erect. Amelia also started playing with her nipple now as this was personally one of her most key erogenous zones.

“Well girls, what do you say?” Zoé demanded abruptly, her face and chest becoming increasingly flushed with sexual excitement.

Each girl took turns to peer at both teacher’s sex closely, marvelling at the size and strength exuded by each fully erect clit sitting ready inside its pulsing, swollen pussy; inhaling the incomparably erotic feral scent of two mature women now fully in heat.

Sophie’s verdict was not long coming. “Why miss, your clit looks much bigger!”

“That's utter shite!” retorted Mhairi outraged. “Miss Turner’s clit is definitely far larger.”

“Eh bien! Thank you, girls, now please return to your seats,” Zoé sighed before turning back to Amelia with a confident smirk on her face. "I guess now there’s only one way for us truly to find out…”

“Good, then what are we waiting for?!”

By now each woman’s sexual libido was at its peak and they knew they must unleash the tension soon, or the drive to dominate would start to recede and weaken.

Two sets of lustful but wary eyes met again as Amelia and Zoé slid forward, scissoring their long, toned legs and immediately slammed their crotches together, feeling their opposing pubic mats crunch.

Hunkering down to fight pussy to pussy they leaned back on their hands and began slamming their crotches together repeatedly, in a series of loud meaty slaps, each powerful thrust clearly intended to test pelvic strength and resilience.

Finding no advantage emerging after an extended set of volleys the women changed position slightly, bracing on their hands while pressing together strongly, grinding through their pubic hair which became deeply entwined, tugging and knotting as they steadily forced their wet vulvas together.

Amelia and Zoé snarled aggressively as each endured the discomfort of coarse hair abrading her sensitive labia until their squishing lips pushed through, leaving abrasive strands trapped in their fleshy folds. Then, as their engorged vulvas made contact along their full length the forward pressure being exerted lifted both women’s rumps off the floor as their juicy cuntlips slid wetly together.

The watching girls could see the immense concentration on both teachers’ sweating faces as they began using all their strength, skill and experience as each in turn tried desperately to mount the other and gain the dominant position.

But as the minutes began to tick by, neither was showing signs of giving way as their hairy cunts went at it full force, their hot, swollen vulvas melding with lewd sucking sounds and spreading apart. Soon a steady stream of sex juices from their interlocked labia was running down their crotches and inner thighs as they humped furiously.

“Uuuuhhhhhh!” “Mmmnnnnaahhh!!”

Amelia and Zoé groaned together erotically as their hungry wet twats sealed and locked allowing their succulent opposing clits to mate along their considerable lengths.

Perched open mouthed on the edge of their seats Mhairi and Sophie could hardly contain their excitement as the struggle between their strong, sassy teachers moved closer to its first climax. To Mhairi the battle still looked too close to call but she hoped fervently that Amelia would emerge victorious: at least that way Cardugan could claim a draw from the set of matches. Without even looking over she could tell that bitch Sophie was rocking in her seat, probably masturbating herself as she watched the stunningly erotic spectacle unfold.

The clit to clit battle raged on as Amelia and Zoé used every subtle trib move and trick they knew in an all-out effort to force their opponent to climax first, their swollen clits wrestling violently in a frothy pool of lubricating sex juice, every tiny nerve ending feeling the strain as they ground together remorselessly.

Finally, both women felt their cunts starting to tremble and instinctively reached out to pull each other into a hot, sweaty clinch, lips sealing in a deep and chaotic kiss as their trembling bodies continued to struggle. Locked in a tight embrace, Amelia and Zoé now focused all their desire on the primal battle between their bloated sexhorns, knowing there was no turning back and any moment now one woman would force her opponent into a submissive orgasm.

Both women grew increasingly tremulous and unsteady as they felt their climaxes approaching rapidly, but it seemed to Amelia that her rival was starting to give way just a little bit more as she felt Zoé’s body shaking with pre-orgasmic tremors.

“Ahhhh! Aaaahhhh! Fuuuck!!”

“Unnngghhh! Y-yesss!”

Sensing the fall was hers for the taking, the fiery redhead redoubled her efforts, ruthlessly bludgeoning her opponent’s sexhorn as the Frenchwoman’s sharp, breathless pants quickened and her back arched in desperate sexual tension.

“Aaaahhhh! Fucking cunt! Nooohhhhhh!” Zoé gasped

“Uuunnnnnghhh! Yessss bitch!" Amelia was ecstatic as she toppled and rode Zoe’s writhing body down to the rug, fighting to keep her pussy clenched tightly to the Frenchwoman’s spasming cunt. “Feel my clit… fucking yours into submission…do you feel it?!”

“Nnnnnnhhh! ...... aaaaahh!!..... aaaaaaahhhh!!!”

Zoé’s hot cum sprayed over both straining women as they landed heavily on the rug, eyes blazing wildly at each other and chests heaving breathlessly as Amelia pinned her rival to the floor while her orgasmic spasms subsided.

“I make that the first fall to me, bitch,” Amelia smiled as the two rival teachers stared deeply and knowingly into each other’s eyes, their soaking crotches still pressed tightly together, exuding the rich scents of battle.

“Lucky bitch,” Zoé spat back, clearly in no mood to elaborate on what she really thought about the outcome of her first climactic clit battle with Amelia Turner.

To underscore her victory, the redhead twisted her lips into a sneer as she raised her hips sufficiently to squirt Zoe’s pussy with a fine, misty spray of her powerfully aphrodisiacal sex juice. After this overt display of sexual dominance Amelia focused on holding the pin in place while she quickly considered her options. Her immediate inclination was to try to fuck a second orgasm out of the sexy French teacher immediately to build an almost unassailable lead in this ‘best of five’ series.

The risk was that Amelia’s own orgasm had not been far behind Zoé’s and unless she proceeded carefully, even a modest amount of extra stimulation could tip her over the edge entirely. The redhead still hoped to wrestle her opponent into a good enough position to ease the pressure on her pussy until the risk of her own orgasm receded enough for her to go on the offence again.



----------



Lying pinned under Amelia, Zoé was also collecting her thoughts as she prepared to launch an immediate counterattack. Granted, the French woman had conceded the first orgasm but, in truth, she was much less incapacitated than her opponent imagined. Reverting to a tactic she had used successfully in the past, Zoé reckoned it was better to submit to a ‘sacrificial orgasm’ in the first clit battle as she knew from past experience, she had the stamina to come back much stronger in the second round and subsequent rounds. And now, while Amelia’s clit still throbbed with pent-up sexual energy that demanded release, Zoé’s sexhorn was already starting to recover well from its ordeal, lying coiled and dangerous inside its hooded sheath.

And so it was that Amelia’s hopes of recovering while maintaining a loose pin on her rival were thwarted immediately as Zoé tensed her lithe muscles and with a scream that resembled a warrior's battle cry twisted sideways with sufficient force to topple and roll her rival over.

Now they fell on each other again with a vengeance, rolling over and over in a frantic catball before finally coming to a rest with a thud against the sofa that Mhairi and Sophie were sitting on. As the girls raised their feet daintily on the seats to avoid disrupting the proceedings they had a ringside view as Zoé, who was now on top, plunged into her pinned rival, her back and gyrating buttocks wet with sweat as she went all out for the quickest of equalisers.

The sounds of fucking and smell of ripe sex in front of them were so intense that both watching girls soon became massively aroused again.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! You fucking dirty bitch!” Amelia groaned, feeling Zoé’s rejuvenated sexhorn peeling her juicy labia apart like a zipper, opening her up for a deep clitting attack that she knew she would be almost powerless to resist.

“Unnnnnnnnnn fuck!”

“Your turn to cum for me I think, whore!” Zoé hissed.

“Nnnnnnnuuuuhhhh!!

Amelia’s head went back gasping for air as Zoé thrust into her, long-clitting the redhead’s open vagina repeatedly. Mhairi saw how the French woman was holding her teacher pinned against the sofa with one leg braced out on the rug to prevent her from rolling out and escaping. In short, Amelia Turner was trapped and there was nothing she could do about it as orgasm overtook her.

“Aaaahhhh….ahhhhhhh!....aaaahhhhh!!

Mhairi’s heart sank as her teacher screamed in ecstasy and started to spasm beneath the French woman, who was still driving into her rival with long, hard strokes in a determined effort to finish her opponent off.

To the watching girls Amelia’s orgasm seemed if anything more powerful than the one Zoe had succumbed to moments earlier, as the redheaded teacher’s juices continued flowing down her thighs and soaking into the rug beneath her wet, thrashing buttocks.

“I make that... the equalizing fall to me, bitch!” the Frenchwoman crooned as she smiled down into her rival’s flushed and disorientated face. “And nothing lucky about it either!”

Still pinned forcefully beneath her opponent, the redhead moaned weakly, too breathless even to form a reply. Besides, Amelia soon had much more to worry about as Zoé got her own back, spraying the Englishwoman's pussy with a rich, intoxicating victory scent before picking up again immediately where she left off.

Her face set with steely determination, Zoé Martin began slapping her cunt aggressively into Amelia Turner’s, leaving her rival no time to recover before their vaginas were sucking together once more... making deep slurping sounds as the strong black woman began deep clitting the redhead again.

If Zoé’s past sexfighting experience was anything to go by, her opponents’ sexual power usually waned at this point as her dominant pussy began to take control, and she could she could easily drive the more submissive woman to two, possibly even three, successive orgasms once she had them on the run like this. But two further orgasm submissions would suffice tonight, she repeated to herself in satisfaction, as her powerful fucklips started to tighten inexorably around Amelia’s.

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 Zoé 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 Zoé 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, Zoé 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 Zoé’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, Zoé’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 Zoé’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!” Zoé screamed at her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…you come first, you fucking dirty bitch!” the Englishwoman screamed.

“Owww! You goddamn fucking…!” Zoé’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!



----------



As Amelia and Zoé 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 Zoé’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 Zoé’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!!” Zoé exclaimed, but the Frenchwoman was hardly an ingénue 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 Zoé 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!” Zoé 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, 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 Zoé'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 Zoé'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 Frenchwoman’s salty cum back into her gasping mouth.




-----------



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,” Zoé 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!



To be continued/