BSQ Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited - Part 2

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Here's part 2 of Amita versus Susan - hope you enjoy it!

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Links to chapter 6
BSQ Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited - Part 1
BSQ Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited - Part 2
BSQ Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited - Part 3
BSQ Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited - Part 4
BSQ Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited - Part 5


Links to chapter 5
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 1
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 2
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 3
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 4
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 5
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 6
BSQ Chapter 5 Mothers and Daughters - part 7

All the characters and their names in the following story are fictional and over 18. I hope you enjoy reading the Boarding School Queen titfighting and sexfighting series. ? Ragnar0k 2019

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Boarding School Queen Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited - part 2



Eyes full of calculating enmity Amita and Susan closed the gap between them in long strides, heavy breasts swaying. Accelerating at the last moment, they braced while aiming their big orbs to meet head on. There was an almighty slap and the force of impact sent them reeling back in shock. But they pressed forward again immediately, gasping with anticipation now battle had been joined.

"Let's see what you've really got then!"

"More than you can handle, bitch!"

Gripping each other by the shoulders, they began clapping their pendulous tits together, grunting with each heavy impact. A sustained flurry of vicious smacks ensued as they fought to dominate from the get-go; each determined to win outright in this opening skirmish. Their big mammaries made a beguiling contrast as they slammed together: Amita’s cinnamon brown flesh surging against the creamy pink skin of Susan; opposing citadels of pink and brown nipples and areolae compressing together sensuously under each powerful blow. But as the loud slaps began to echo in the room both girls knew that complexion alone would not make the difference in this fight. In fact, the more their fleshy udders crushed and spread against each other, the greater the resistance became, as their tumescence increased in response to the force of the blows, and the girls’ growing arousal.

The female breast contains varying proportions of adipose fat that give it size, sturdy connective tissue and ligaments that give shape, and the miraculous glandular structures that produce breast milk itself. As the ratio of these complex structures determines the density and firmness of the breast, repetitive attacks on the integrity of these tissues would surely accelerate the failure of one girl’s mammaries against the other’s, especially as no two breasts can be exactly alike in composition. But, with both racks holding up to the beating they were taking equally well, only time would tell which one could absorb more punishment before capitulating.

Susan and Amita could already feel myriad sensitive nerve endings sounding the alarm as they slammed their boobs together and they both began to fight more tactically: timing their thrusts and using the inertia of their heavy breasts to attempt more accurate strikes; aiming to hit sideways into the more vulnerable flanks and undersides in addition to slapping together head on. Amita managed to force Susan back first in this way, timing a stinging jab into her rival’s left teat as it overshot. The blonde gasped, reeling back as shock waves rippling through her dense titmeat before shaking her head angrily and flinging herself back into the attack. Soon it was Amita’s turn to backpedal as Susan’s big jugs delivered mighty uppercuts to the vulnerable undersides of her breasts.

Standing toe to toe, the girls gasped and groaned while exchanging the odd swearword as they thrust and parried with their big jugs, saving most energy for the fight itself. Although every blow caused discomfort, due to the amount of adrenaline their young bodies were producing they had yet to experience the full pain that would come later. But the realisation there would be no early knock-out blow in this contest of equals was rapidly sinking in. Susan’s hopes of dominating her rival in the early stages proved unfounded. And, although wary of her opponent after their last outing, so far Amita was showing a tactical fighting skill at least equal to if not better than the blonde’s tonight.

Sensing a lock-up might be more to her advantage, Susan moved quickly to pull her rival into a clinch. “Hope you enjoy being crushed…”

“Bring it on…” hissed Amita, who could hardly wait, and for a tense moment they struggled to position their rolling udders to best advantage while strong arms fought to pull each other in. Anxious shivers ran down each girl’s spine, feeling those hot, sticky mounds of rival flesh push threateningly into her own. Both racks felt tumescent and sweaty as they pressed together, and the musk smeared across them was more intense now they were fighting close-in.

As the girls tussled Susan fought to keep her long nipples and Amita’s aligned. The blonde’s hard nips had famously ground their dark rivals to orgasm during the first match, and the blonde hoped they would repeat the prodigious feat again tonight. The thought made her intensely wet and excited as she tightened her grip. However, Amita knew what she was up against and welcomed the challenge, feeling her thick labia tightening with arousal at the prospect of a torrid nipple duel.

Snarling at each other they pushed closer until they were nose to nose, forehead pressed against forehead, blazing eyes locked together. Then both girls shuddered and moaned as they began squeezing and grinding simultaneously, feeling something like a jolt of electricity pass between them as their nipples scraped tip to tip before burrowing deep into the surrounding flesh. Straining titmeat bulged as each girl arched her body while thrusting and squeezing, feeling sudden, powerful sensations as their big areolae suckled ferociously on each other amidst all the quivering flesh.

Throwing her head back and moaning as Susan’s long, thick nipples hooked with her own, Amita felt pussy juice trailing down her inner thigh and involuntarily shifted her stance, bracing her swollen pubis against her rival’s equally prominent mound. As their crotches bumped and scraped, the girls became acutely aware of their engorged pussies, hovering beneath sweaty, bushes, dripping labial lips barely an inch apart.

But neither could afford to ignore the erotic breast battle for a moment: with thick nipples gouging, areolae sucking together hard, and powerful pheromones being unleashed, each girl was convinced her rival’s lactation must be well advanced and became single-minded in her determination to capitalize on this.

Heightened erotic pressure was indeed stimulating both Susan and Amita’s milk glands to start producing, and both girls could feel something going on deep inside the structures of their opposing breasts. Upping the pace, they tit-wrestled furiously, gasping sensually as each throbbing, painfully overstimulated breast spread against its firm, equally dense rival. Meanwhile their nipples competed viciously, locked inside the voluminous mounds of competing titflesh.

“Ohhhh…. Jeeezzz!”

“Fucckkk!!”

Just as Susan began to experience a peculiar, yet all too familiar sensation welling deep inside it seemed that Amita felt something stirring within her too. As their bodies reacted rapidly they became aware of each other’s laboured breathing, the pulses in their breasts throbbing faster and seeming almost to synchronise. Hoping to throw her opponent off her stride, Susan pulled her tits back unexpectedly, releasing some tension before driving them hard into Amita’s again. The dark-haired girl gasped as her foe’s thick nipples speared her own and Susan sensed the unmissable opportunity to prove her dominance once and for all, by driving her rival’s big nips all the way back into her brown breasts.

Amita’s eyes widened as Susan’s thick pink cylinders began pressing into her own with unrelenting force, feeling a shocking and numbing tightness at the base of her nipples unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. “Nooo!” she shouted out, but in her frantic confusion the word came out in Punjabi. Both girl’s sweat-sheened backs were arching in pain as Susan began slight rolling movements with her big udders in a supreme effort to corkscrew Amita’s straining nips deeper into her chest. But the defiant Sikh girl was already beginning to rally. Gritting her teeth against the pain she was tensing and flexing the strong pectoral muscles underlying her breasts, working the ligaments and structures supporting her strong nipples to the utmost as she began to force the blonde back. Now it was the turn of Susan’s nipples to come under intense pressure as the rival pairs struggled to bend each other back. Just when it seemed that Amita was gaining, the weight of dense orbs pressing in finally forced their nipples apart.

The nipple duel may have ended inconclusively but it seemed to spur other biological processes along and both girls’ heads went back open-mouthed as they intensified the up-and-down rubbing of their swollen breasts; fighting desperately to stimulate their opponent to express first. For Amita it brought back stark memories of the time a nipple orgasm was forced on her in their first match. This time however, she calculated she had a better than even chance against Susan.

Growing steadily wetter from their pussies as well as their leaking jugs, the rivals continued to grind against each other, dizzy from the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain in their overstimulated breasts. Both girls gasped, feeling a warm sensual surge stretching from deep inside the breasts all the way down to their loins and back up again. An instant later warm, milky cum spurted from Susan’s straining nipples followed by Amita’s in rapid succession; the creamy white liquid spattering their faces and running down all the tight spaces between their struggling breasts.



End of part 2