BSQ Chapter 6 Rivalries Revisited

Part 4 of Rivalries Revisited finds Amita and Susan still locked together chest-to-chest... will one of these courageously buxom young women finally gain the advantage over her busty rival?

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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 4

“Unnnnnnnnnghhhh FUCK!” Susan moaned as the pressure on her big globes increased exponentially in her adversary’s crushing vice.

“Can’t take it huh…?” Amita gasped, enjoying the complex erotic sensations as her bulging cinnamon flesh ground her rival’s swollen meat until their hot, chafing skin felt impossibly tight.

“Unnhhh… I’ll take all you’ve got…and more…” Susan groaned. “… not over yet… not by a long way…”

Amita bit her lip hard. Painful as it was to admit, the blonde had a point: their racks were mashed as tightly as possible, yet Susan’s big udders were not flattening as quickly as she’d have liked to see happen. The reason was not especially hard to fathom: swollen from the constantly gorging on blood and hormones all four bloated battling udders felt much tauter now, and the astonishing surface tension created between them was now frustrating the Sikh girl’s best efforts to deliver a swift mammary coup de grace.

Susan too had divined the reason underlying her boobs additional resilience, and her lips curled in disdain as she steeled herself to launch a decisive counterattack. Arching her back and flexing strongly, the blonde immobilised their tortured orbs before wrenching sideways as forcefully as she could. Shrieks echoed off the walls as Amita fought back strongly, but the big blonde thrashed around frantically, wrenching her torso upwards in an almighty struggle until one big udder sucked free, breaking the hold.

Sobbing with relief as they pulled each other to their feet again, Susan wasted no time in pulling back to make space and driving her reprieved tits in again with venomous force. Amita groaned, feeling her dense flesh shudder as Susan caught her a mighty blow before she’d positioned her big breasts properly again. Closing in vengefully, the blonde unleashed one – two – three successive slams with her pendulous globes without allowing her rival’s rippling jugs time to recover.

“Agghh… noooo!” Shocked that her defence could fall into disarray so quickly, Amita backpedalled before the blonde’s big orbs could swing in again, holding Susan away at arm’s length to allow her tenderized boobs time to settle.

“Let go of me bitch… I want at your tits!” Susan tried to press forward aggressively, convinced she was on the threshold of delivering the knock-out blow to her opponent’s meaty glands.

“Don’t worry – there’s plenty here waiting for you!” Amita hissed, feeling much more composed again as she threw her big jugs back into the fray with renewed fury.

Loud, wet smacks rang out now as the girls traded more heavy slamming volleys, faces set grimly in their anxiety to finish each other off before the growing soreness in their boobs overwhelmed them. But with neither backing down after the initial flurry the pace slowed considerably, as the pain and exhaustion that had been stalking them arrived with a vengeance. Panting and shaking, they leaned in, resting chins on each other’s shoulders, pendulous battle-hardened breasts pressing close but numbed temporarily with pain and hardly engaging.

“Oh jeez…”

“Shit!”

“We… need… to… finish this…”

Their low hanging udders swayed together, and they gasped feeling the turgid nipples crusted with orgasm residue brushing. The girls’ long shafts had rubbed and spiked each other repeatedly during the battle but had yet to go head to head in a decisive battle. Feeling their nipples tighten with a new sense of urgency, the girls juiced up at the prospect of locking powerful teats in an effort to break the deadlock. Amita’s big dark nipples protruded from brown areolae an inch and a half in diameter; Susan’s large pink areolae gave away nothing to her rival’s in size and her nipples were also impressively long and thick; both knew that in size and firmness they were incredibly well-matched.

“Hhhn…match nipples with me bitch…”

“Bring it on slut... my hard babies will crush yours!”

Glazed eyes met as they compressed their tits together again, content to let each hard nub rake and torment the other’s sensitive breast meat in foreplay for a few moments longer before squirming round to let their aching nipples find each other.

“Yes, bring your nipples to mine bitch!” Susan gasped as their sensitive nipple tips latched, feeling lust and loathing for her rival in equal measure, but aching most of all to conquer the dark fleshy udders that had resisted her own imposing globes for far too long.
“I’ll wreck your fucking nipples!” Eyes blazing with lustful hunger, Amita was consumed now with hunger and desire to feel her powerful breasts destroy her rival’s big pale orbs.

Their breath came in short expectant gasps as they pulled back fighting to line up, then drove their erect nipples straight into each other with brutal force. Both girls shuddered and moaned as the rigid cylinders bored in while their taut breasts flattened and compressed. Moaning sensually Susan threw back her head and squeezed, biceps and pectorals tensing hard, fighting to corkscrew her broad nubs deeper into her rival’s thick shafts. Amita shuddered and gasped, long dark hair flowing behind as she flexed powerfully in response, meeting her blonde foe’s grinding thrusts with equal force.

Amita and Susan staggered back and forth, mashing their big tits as tightly as they could while concentrating on holding the throbbing shafts together for as long as possible. Powerful, complex sensations speared deep into their quivering breasts as each thick nipple strained to pin its opposite number deep inside its own areola. Both girls now felt dauntingly heavy pressure beneath the taut surfaces of their breasts as the complex internal structures struggled to take the strain. The strong connective tissue, milk glands, and shock absorbent adipose layers were compressing massively while the underlying pectoral and intercostal muscles fought to push back before being overwhelmed.

With their teats lubricating again rapidly, and sensitive areolae stretched tight and sucking to each other Amita and Susan began to moan deeply, and it wasn’t long before thighs pressed automatically into opposing crotches, and wet pussies began sliding up and down on glistening skin.

Still working their bodies together rhythmically in a tight embrace they felt the long hard nipples slip off each other gouging their sensitive areolae and fell groaning to their knees, streams of hot sweat running down their backs.

“Oh my god….”

“Shit… dirty… whore!” Amita gasped, thrusting her body against Susan’s again only to be met with equal determined force as they collapsed to the floor, broad butt cheeks slapping wetly on the linoleum floor.

“Oh fuck….”

“Yes bitch…”

There was no holding back any more: rich, feral odours of soaked hungry pussies wafting up to create an unbearable sexual tension between them as they opened their glistening thighs to one another.

Trembling with spiteful passion, Susan swung her big globes round aggressively, her pelvis angled to bring her big golden mound down hard on her rival’s dark, hairy mons. Amita threw herself forward as the attack came, grimacing as her bulging pubis crushed against its rival and the blonde’s hefty orbs slammed into her own jugs with painful momentum. Susan moved in fast again, gripping her foe in a tight and powerful bear hug with predatory zeal. Not prepared to give up any advantage to her rival Amita moved quickly to reciprocate the hold, and the girls locked up in a venomous battle for control that neither could afford to lose.

Mewling with violent lust, they tightened their holds and drove their powerful nipples together while using the power and weight of their thighs and ample, fleshy butts to grind their hungry opposing vulvas together.

Flinging their heads back as the pressure on duelling nipples and trapped breasts increased, they ground their crotches harder, sobbing with animal pleasure as their big, juicy labial lips forced through the tangled mass of pubes to spread wetly against each other.

“Ohhhh…. ohhh… fuck!”

“Uhhhh… unnnnhhh… yes!”

Seconds turned to minutes as the two bustiest arch-rivals of the Sixth Form swayed together, locked in a fearsome struggle to overpower each other physically and now sexually as well.

“Ahhhhh… fuck you… bitch!” Amita groaned as they continued driving their dripping pussies forward, feeling them spread wide together as each girl fought to gain the superior cunt grip. The Sikh girl squeezed hard with her pelvic muscles, feeling her strong pussy sucking and pulling on Susan's without gaining all the purchase she needed and craved. Both girls moaned deeply, feeling their powerful throbbing clits begin to rub and grind as they emerged from their protective hoods.

“Huuuhhh… you’re the one… getting… fucked!” Susan gasped, drool appearing at the corner of her mouth as their nipples competed viciously, locked deep inside those quivering mounds of compressing tit flesh.

Locking each other with glazed, impenetrable stares, Amita and Susan pushed into each other breast to breast until the strain became almost impossible to bear. The wanton stimulation caused by the intolerable pressure spread from their battling nipples coursing deeply through their swollen tits and all the way down to their pussies, making their clits feel even more tumescent in response. And as their clits banged away together, the lewd sensory pulses travelled right back up through their tits again, hardening their abused nipples with each grinding stroke.

Both girls were slow to fathom what this unusual and exotic sexual phenomenon meant exactly, so focused were they on avoiding climaxing as they ground their hungry cunts together, for fear of losing the match in that way. But, as the cause and effect suddenly became too painfully obvious to ignore they began struggling frantically to match the rhythm of their powerful nipple thrusts to the frenetic pace of their banging clits.

End of part 4