Collegiate Battle

[Shindy]

Chelsea lay on the big bed. Despite being flat on her back, her large breasts sat firmly upon her chest?her ?Gifts from her Grandma? as her mom always said. The fabric of the jogbra strained to contain her 34DDs. She sat up, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her visitor. She looked at herself in the mirror across the room. Her straight shoulder-length hair was pulled back in a taut ponytail, the blonde highlights more obvious in the light brown hair with the light the way it was. Her big blue eyes were highlighted by what she liked to call her ?hooker makeup??the stuff she wore when she went out clubbing?dark eyeliner, heavy shadow and a deep maroon lipstick that accentuated her already full lips. She stood and looked at herself?she knew she was beautiful, but she was particularly proud of herself today?she had accentuated everything she had. The thong rode high up on her hips lengthening her legs. Her narrowly trimmed pubic hair was invisible despite the extraordinarily thin strip of fabric covering it. Her abs were flat and ribbed, the result of several years of field hockey workouts. Her long fingernails were painted to match her lips. She noticed that her thick nipples were erect?they were so big that they looked like thimbles through her bra, her breasts were so large that they were nearly climbing out of the top of the bra, but she wasn?t concerned with that, she was more concerned with how fast they were rising and falling, a result of her rapid breathing due to nerves. Chelsea had grown up privileged. She was popular in high school and dated anyone she wanted. Everyone liked her because she was beautiful, wealthy, and smart?not necessarily because she was nice. She wasn?t downright nasty, but she certainly was entitled, and was a little bit of a bitch.

Erica rode in the ?car? to the predetermined meeting place. The car was a hired limousine?someone who wouldn?t ask questions no matter what happened and someplace where either she or that bitch Chelsea could hide from outside view behind the tinted windows. She looked at herself in the mirror she had asked to be placed in the back with her. Her dark hair cascaded gently over her olive-colored shoulders, her dark eyes were larger than ever, mostly because she had accented them perfectly with makeup, and her cheekbones were flawless. Her thin mouth was painted with a slivery-blue lipstick, matching the bright blue of her long nails. Her push-up bra forced her overcoat off her body, unable to constrain her massive 36DD breasts. The bra accentuated her already massive rack. Her flat tummy led down to the lacy black matching G-string, her body in perfect shape from so much time with her personal trainer. Erica, like Chelsea, had grown up privileged. She was popular in high school and fucked?and dated?anyone she wanted. Everyone liked her because she was so perfect, but she, like Chelsea, was a bitch.

Both girls had been advised that college would be different. That they wouldn?t be the most popular or the most beautiful, but that they would still have fun. Interestingly, both girls had found college the same, that is, until late in freshman year they bumped into one another. Unfortunately, it was in the same guy?s bedroom. That wouldn?t have bothered either of them too much?except the guy had continued to play the two of them against one another and never chose. To add to it, they had continued to have several run-ins with each other now that they were members of competing sororities. Chelsea had enjoyed ?accidentally? knocking Erica flat on her ass during a powder puff football game and Erica had ?slipped? and knocked Chelsea off the stage of a charity wet T-shirt contest. (Incidentally, when Chelsea was taken to the clinic because of an ankle injury, Erica won the contest). The whole thing came to a head however, when the two met at a fraternity charity fund raiser with, what else but jello-wrestling. The same troublesome guy matched them against each other. They went at each other like hellcats and each had pinned the other twice when the 5th and final fall came. Things deteriorated and although no punches were thrown, the two girls obviously were getting vicious and the ?ref? (who was the only ?adult? present) separated the two of them. This is what led to the planned meeting.

Erica walked from the car straight to the suite Chelsea had rented. Chelsea heard the knock on the door. Erica waited outside, on the penthouse level, knowing noone else would be around, with her overcoat in her hand, in only her lingerie and heels. Chelsea opened the door. Erica tried not to, but her eyes widened at seeing Chelsea?s fantastic body. She kept her head high, knowing that she was equally impressive. Chelsea tried not to react but she was struck by Erica?s phenomenal body as well, she was particularly dazzled by Erica?s ?guns? which were obviously a slight bit bigger than her very impressive cannons. There were no words exchanged, Erica nodded and gave a little ?hmmph? as she walked in, towering 4 inches over Chelsea in her heels, which she quickly kicked off making them exactly the same height. The sitting room area was empty of furniture as had been planned.

Erica put her coat down and walked over to the area which was obviously the area for their ?fight?. She unclasped her bra and her large breasts sprang free. Her thick nipples were erect immediately and her large brown areolae capped her firm breasts. Chelsea pulled the jogbra over her head, eyeing Erica. Her big breasts and thick nipples jutted out from her chest, big pink areolae capping her massive rack. Neither one said another word as they studied each other. The discussion had already been had, now it would be a best woman competition. Both had older sisters, both had ?playfully? competed with friends at something like this but neither had ever competed with such malice and neither had competed with someone who was such an equal.

The two ran at each other and the smack of flesh was incredible. Both turned their heads to the side and grimaced?the pain a bit of a surprise. They each stepped back and did it again, and again. Each time the result was the same?a loud ?thwack? of flesh and then searing pain in their breasts. Each one secretly looked in the mirror across the room, because each one felt that her breasts were yielding to the other?s but in fact, both pairs of breasts had been flattened with each crushing blow. This ?battering ram? type of battle waged for several minutes. Both girls? tits quickly reddened but neither girl showed a sign of fatigue. Still neither had said anything to the other, but somehow they just agreed to change the style of the battle a bit. Instead of running at each other, they stood close and began bumping breasts, occasionally swinging first a right and then a left. For several minutes they continued, getting more fatigued, showing more signs of pain, but remaining equal. After one particularly painful blow, Erica looked down at her tits to make sure they were okay, and they were, red, yes but her nipples were still firm and erect and when she looked over at Chelsea?s they looked similar.

The two crashed together again. This time, pain raged in Chelsea?s right breast. She yelped uncontrollably. She looked down and the breast didn?t look any different but Erica had sensed ?blood in the water? and pressed forward with a relentless offensive. Chelsea couldn?t help it, something was wrong with her right breast and she had to yield a bit to protect it?the pain was intolerable. Erica pressed forward and at first Chelsea just tried to turn her upper body away but ultimately she was forced to take a half step back and then another. She tried to grapple a bit with Erica, but Erica wouldn?t allow it. Slowly, Chelsea was forced backwards until she was against the wall. Her eyes were wide with concern as Erica snickered and charged full on into her, her massive tits enveloping Chelsea?s and crushing them flat against her body. Pain seared through Chelsea?s right breast, almost causing her to swoon as she groaned uncontrollably. She cradled her breasts, leaning against the wall for support, dazed. Her left breast ached as well. Erica stumbled back, moaning, realizing that perhaps that attack was a bit arrogant as fire burned in her massive chest. She cradled her own breasts as well, but she knew that she had the upper head and she took solace in that fact.

Chelsea slid down onto her but against the wall. She saw Erica?s tanned olive legs in front of her. She couldn?t understand what was wrong with her right breast until she looked down at it again?it had swollen remarkably and a bruise was developing, it must have been bruised on the inside. She was hurt, and wasn?t sure if she had lost, and if she should continue?.

To be continued?

[MikeJV]

Cool, overdeveloped bitches in a catfight... LOVE IT, PLEASE CONTINUE!!!

MikeJV