AFTER SCHOOL
LESSONS, Part 5
By JB57
Teresa woke early on Saturday morning, her body burning with
a sexual fever. She masturbated furiously, bringing herself
to ecstasy several times, before she felt able to leave her
bed. She went for a long run, in an effort to burn off some
of the raging sexual energy that was rippling through her
body. But it did not really work. As the day wore on, her
excitement grew with every passing hour, but she forced
herself to calm down. Finally, 6 PM rolled around and it was
time to prepare to leave. Teresa dressed carefully, putting
on clothing that could be removed easily and that she would
not mind having damaged. She pulled on a skin-tight t-shirt
over her bare, bulging tits. The deep v-neck created a
window on to her formidable chest. The shirt left a good
part of her flat, tanned belly naked. She pulled on a white
thong, then slipped on some tight, low-rise cut-off jeans,
which left the grooves of her hip bones visible and dipped
low on her pubes. She pulled on some running shoes. She
looked at herself in the mirror, preening and posing to her
reflection. She was dripping sex. “Fuck,” she thought, “I’d
want to fuck myself!” She felt ready to meet Martha in an
all-out sexual war.
By the time Grant came by to pick her up at 6:30, she
appeared to be almost serene. But, inside, her sexual juices
were flowing and burning with an intensity she had never
felt before in her young life. Her loins were on fire, her
breasts were swollen with arousal, her nipples were aching
with heat and jutting into the fabric of her tight shirt
like small swords.
Martha’s house was on acreage a short distance outside of
the city. The house was set far back on the property,
well-concealed behind a thick wall of trees. As the car
pulled into a circular driveway, Teresa got a good look at
Martha’s home. The house was not very big, but it was a
handsome Cape Cod-style structure, with a porch along the
front and one side. It was a good size for a single woman
and it was beautifully maintained, with flower boxes under
the windows, urns on the porch, and a well-tended garden
adorning the lawn. It was obvious that the school teacher
was not lacking for money and Teresa suspected that Martha’s
relationship with Cynthia might be older than she had first
thought. The two women may well have come from similar
backgrounds, though why Martha ended up as a school teacher
would be the mystery. The teen wondered, for a moment, if
she had been right to trust Cynthia as the referee for the
upcoming battle, but she knew it was too late to back out
now.
Martha and Cynthia were sitting in deck chairs on the porch,
drinking beer and wine. The night was warm and the two older
women were dressed in ways that showed off their remarkable
attributes to full effect. Martha was braless, wearing a
tight, sleeveless halter, the v-neck plunging to reveal most
of her proud, ripe breasts. The blouse ended abruptly,
halfway down her abdomen, leaving the rest of her well-toned
belly bare. She was wearing low slung shorts, leaving her
long tan legs free, and running shoes on her bare feet.
Cynthia was dressed in a tube top, which was held firmly in
place by the tension of her massive tits. Her belly was
naked, and she was wearing black, low-rise jeans and
high-heeled boots. Her long legs were extended and her boots
were crossed at the ankle, propped on the porch railing. Her
auburn hair draped her shoulders like a sensual curtain.
Grant parked the car directly in front of the house. Teresa
did not wait for Grant. She got out of the car and marched
directly up the steps of the porch. Putting her beer down on
the table beside her chair, Martha rose to meet Teresa. The
brunette walked right up to the blonde, hands on her hips,
and did not stop until she was almost nipple to nipple with
her enemy.
Green eyes met blue, and a searing bridge of pure hate and
raw lust was immediately established between the two
beautiful women. In that instant, for both women, the
reality of what they were going to do to each other became
absolutely real and vital. Teresa felt sexual power and raw
animal rage boiling in her tits, in her cunt, with a
staggering intensity. Even during the past week, with her
many fuckfights with other women, she had not felt anything
like what she was feeling now. She realized that the sheer
hatred she held for Martha, the yearning to crush and break
this beautiful blonde bitch with her sex, the fundamental
challenge to her womanhood and her sexual domination
embodied in the teacher – all of these things were missing
in the training sessions. Now, she was about to embark on
the real deal – a true, winner-take-all sexfight with a
bitch whom she despised, and her body was burning with lust
and power as it rose to the challenge.
For her part, Martha felt many of the same feelings. She
felt her sexual power churning in her sex organs, she felt
the world narrow down to nothing but Teresa and the
challenge posed by this bitch-girl. Teresa was all-woman –
Martha had known this from the start. Part of her was
exhilarated by the challenge this girl posed to her own
womanhood and her sexual primacy. Another part of her was
frightened by the risk that she was taking. But most of her
body was juiced up to overflowing on sexual heat. She had
been in this position many times before and she could feel,
deep in her sex that this would be a night to remember.
“Are you ready to fuck, Martha?” Teresa asked after a
moment, the sexual tension between the two women charging
the air.
“All night long, baby girl,” the teacher replied, with a
smug smirk. “I hope you don’t plan to go home too early,
because I have plans for you that will take quite a while.”
Teresa smiled. “I’ve got plans for you, too, cunt fucker.”
Grant had come up the stairs and was standing behind Teresa,
hoping that his jeans did not pop open with the pressure
from his swollen dick. God, he thought, this whole thing is
so hot!
Cynthia watched this exchange with an expression of
amusement, but her own body was deeply aroused and she was
looking forward to the battle ahead. Both Teresa and Martha
were very good sexfighters and they both possessed enormous
amounts of raw sexual energy. And, most important, they
genuinely hated and wanted to humiliate each other with all
of their hearts. Cynthia’s eyes glowed with sex-heat. This
night’s battle should be very, very good.
“Let’s go inside,” Cynthia said. “There are some papers that
you both need to sign before we can get started.”
The women walked into the house, Martha leading the way,
Grant taking up the rear. Teresa glanced around as they
traveled through the house, and she noted that everything
about it indicated money. The furniture and paintings and
decorations were all expensive and tasteful. Teresa felt
even angrier. That would be something else that she would
make Martha pay for. Obviously, the whore was a rich bitch,
slumming in a public school.
The group moved into the kitchen, where Cynthia motioned for
everyone to sit around the small, round wooden table. The
redheaded beauty then pulled an envelope out of her purse
and spread some papers on the table.
“OK,” she began. “Usually, we don’t worry about things like
this, but tonight’s fight is a bit…unusual. Teresa has made
Grant part of this conflict. If Teresa beats Martha, then
Grant is required to fuck Martha as hard as he can and for
as long as he can keep it up. Martha has to sign this paper,
indicating that she has agreed to this, so that there can be
no later doubt that this is consensual sex.”
Martha took the paper, skimmed it over, then signed on the
dotted line. She fixed Grant with a seductive smile. “You’re
cute, boy. Too bad you won’t have a chance to keep your
girlfriend’s bargain.”
Grant smiled, trying not to show how intimidated he was.
High school girls, even girls as beautiful and aggressive as
Teresa, were one thing. But this gorgeous teacher really
took his breath away and frightened him at the same time. He
hoped that he would have a chance to ride her pussy, though.
The woman was incredibly hot, just as hot as Teresa, and the
very thought of ramming his cock into her tight, warm cunt
made him almost cum in his pants. The boner that suddenly
expanded in his pants as Martha smiled at him made him very
uncomfortable.
“Oh, I think that he’ll get his chance to ride your cunt,
bitch,” Teresa snarled. “You’re going to be doing things for
me, too, when I get done with you.”
Martha merely gave the girl a frosty smile.
Cynthia continued. “Here is the second part of the
agreement. If Martha wins, Teresa agrees to be her sex slave
for the rest of the school year. It’s September now, so that
means all the way through until the end of next summer.
Being a “slave” means doing whatever your mistress tells you
to do. Do you agree to this, Teresa?”
“Yeah, I agree,” the teen responded impatiently, taking the
paper and signing at the bottom. “Let’s get this started.
What are the rules?”
“Sexfight rules,” Cynthia replied, putting both papers back
into an envelope and into her purse. “No punching or kicking
or violence. This is all about meeting each other sex to
sex, and seeing which of you is the stronger woman. You
fight tit to tit, cunt to cunt, you stimulate and overwhelm
each other in every sexual way that you can imagine. You
keep at it until one of you surrenders or is rendered
unconscious. Then, I’ll declare a winner.”
Cynthia paused. “Do you both agree to accept my judgment,
whatever it might be?”
Teresa and Martha both nodded, then said, in unison, “Yes.”
Teresa and Martha stood up, confronting each other over the
table. Then Martha spun on her heel, and began to walk down
the hardwood corridor leading away from the kitchen.
“The little bitch is right, let’s get started.”
The others followed Martha and ended up in her bedroom, a
spacious, elegantly decorated and furnished room at the back
of the house. French doors opened on to a beautiful terrace
that led out to the lush green lawn beyond. A king-size bed
sat against one wall. It was flanked by an ornate night
table and a door that led to an ensuite. The bed was already
stripped, clothed with only the fitted under sheet and some
pillows. The lights were low. Two chairs were positioned
facing the bed, meant for Cynthia and Grant.
When they entered the room, Martha kicked off her shoes.
Then, barefoot, she turned to face the teenage slut whom she
planned to sexually break and humiliate. Teresa kicked off
her own shoes, then something caught her eye and a
mischievous smile crept on to her face. She walked to
Martha’s dresser and quickly found the underwear drawer.
“Hey, what are you doing, you little bitch?!” Martha barked.
“Stay out of my stuff!”
“Oh, don’t be like that, Martha,” Teresa cooed. “I just want
to see what kind of lingerie you can get on a teacher’s
salary. Besides, you’re so proud of your little tits. I’d
like to see what your underwear says about you.”
Before Martha could stop her, Teresa reached into the drawer
and pulled out some beautiful lace bras. They were all
designed to lift and separate heavy tits, while allowing for
a maximum amount of cleavage. Holding a red bra, Teresa
turned back to the waiting audience and, with a smile,
peeled her tight t-shirt over her head. Her massive tits
rose with the shirt, then bounced free, young and ripe and
bursting with life and sexual power. This was the first time
that Martha had seen Teresa’ naked tits and they gave her
pause. The girl’s jugs were spectacular, she realized, truly
beautiful. The nipples were thick and strong, the areola
hard and ridged. The girl’s tits wobbled in a way that
showed how dense and firm they were.
Teresa put the bra up to her naked breasts and tried it on.
To her disappointment and anger, the garment fit perfectly,
her massive jugs slipping snugly into the cups, the bra
lifting and supporting her heavy tits as though it was made
for her. She frowned. Martha smiled, then slipped her
sleeveless blouse over her head, revealing her own
magnificent jugs.
Teresa glowered. Martha’s tits were fantastic. They were
taut and thick and heavy, yet totally unsupported. They
looked like DDs or maybe more, at least comparable to
Teresa’s own massive mammaries. But were they as strong as
Teresa’s majestic pair? Could their nipples be as thick,
their areola as ridged and sensitive? She noticed that the
blonde’s nipples and areola looked to be as large and round
as her own, but were a light and appealing caramel color.
Martha’s tits were beautiful, and Teresa felt a sick pulse
of rage and desire. She wanted to test those massive melons
against her own. She was sick of waiting. She felt a flare
of pure lust in her crotch and she realized that she wanted
nothing more in the entire world than to feel Martha’s
massive tits rubbing and scraping and melting into her own.
She wanted to match nipples and areola with this blond cunt.
She wanted to go taut, meaty flesh to taut, meaty flesh with
this whore and she wanted it now! She had waited long
enough.
Teresa threw the bra to the ground and began walking across
the room, towards Martha, her tits bouncing vigorously. Both
women put their hands on their hips as they moved closer.
Their equally impressive tits wobbled enticingly, jiggling
in gentle rhythm to their swaying hips.
“You’ve got some saggy old tits, Martha,” Teresa lied. “And
you’ve been pushing those tired old bags into my beautiful
young tits every chance you get. Let’s see what you’ve got
when there’s nothing between your rack and mine.”
“I told you before, little whore,” Martha growled. “Your
tits are nice, but they don’t make you a woman. But I can
see you’ve got to learn that the hard way.”
The two sexually-overcharged women were now only inches
apart, their throbbing nipples perfectly aligned, rigid
spikes of oversexed flesh, radiating erotic energy. Their
tits felt swollen with heat and electricity, the power of
their mutual arousal burned in their loins.
Cynthia interrupted. “Well, size doesn’t mean that much.
It’s really all about who has got the stronger, denser tits
and nipples and who uses them better. But if you girls want
to find out, we can see what a tape measure says about who
is bigger.” She held up a cloth tape that she had pulled out
of her pocket and smiled mischievously.
“Fine by me,” Teresa grunted, the heat between her legs
flashing and burning in her tits. She could hardly wait to
throw herself into Martha’s arms and fight this thing out,
tit to tit.
“Let’s see who is bigger, little girl,” Martha sneered. The
tension in her groin was unbearable, her nipples ached with
need, but she knew that this was an opportunity to gain a
psychological advantage over Teresa.
Cynthia sidled over to the two steaming warriors, smiling as
she watched them struggle to keep their mutual lust and hate
in check. She slipped the tape under Martha’s breasts first,
measuring the underbust. Then she slipped the tape over
Martha’s massive, thrusting tits, noting that the woman’s
engorged nipples needed to be pushed back slightly in order
to get an accurate measurement. “A 38 inch underbust and a
44 inch bust. Very impressive, Martha. A solid DDD or F
cup.” The teacher smiled hatefully into her teen opponent’s
eyes.
Cynthia walked around behind Teresa and measured the girl’s
underbust. “38 inches,” she announced. Then, the redheaded
referee placed the tape over the thickest part of the girl’s
jutting tits. “Hm.” Cynthia smiled. “44, too. Both of you
are pretty much the same size. That should make things
interesting.”
“Well,” Martha drawled. “Like you said, size doesn’t matter
as much as denseness and thickness.” She reached up to cup
her stupendous, beautiful rack, pointing the hard nipples at
Teresa. “I’m going to smash you flat and milk those flabby
tits with my perfect jugs, little whore.”
“Fucking bitch cunt,” Teresa growled. “Your tits are just
fat. Mine are solid woman, and I’m going to teach you what a
real woman is right now.”
Green and blue eyes locked and flared in a final hateful
glare then, with a shared signal from their eyes, the two
women raised their hands from their naked hips and grabbed
each other around their biceps. Their massive tits
compressed between their biceps and forearms, their hard
nipples pointing directly at each other, thick spears of
flesh, tingling with electricity.
“Let’s do this, bitch,” Teresa growled.
The women closed the distance and jammed their tits
together, their thick, cylindrical nipples touched and
almost sizzled with sexual power as they met and fused.
“Jesus, FUCK!!,” Teresa screamed, her head tossing back, her
eyes opening wide as the raw power of Martha’s tits met her
own.
“Fucking CHRIST!!,” Martha shrieked, her tits throbbing with
the raw sexual energy pouring out of Teresa’s bountiful
breasts.
Pleasure rolled in electrical waves through both combatants
and, for a delirious moment, Teresa could swear that she
felt the milk holes of her nipples opening, sucking and
seizing to the matching holes on Martha’s nipples, trying to
suck vital life out of the other woman. She concentrated her
will into her tits as she had been taught, struggling to
mobilize her womanly energy and use it to subjugate Martha’s
body to her own. But Martha was doing the same thing,
drawing on all her strength and will to control her pleasure
and the sexual electricity burning in her body and turn it
against Teresa.
Panting hard, shuddering with erotic power and lust, the
women locked eyes, hate flowing between them like water,
locked nipples, and began to push. Their nipples mated and
speared each other, slowly pushing the opposing pair back
into the other’s dense titflesh. Their nipples pushed into
their areola, which now bulged forward and came together,
sensitive ridged flesh grating, sexual electricity and
pleasure rippling through the women’s battling tits.
Martha and Teresa gripped each other and pushed their tits
together with all the power of their voluptuous bodies.
Locked between their arms, their massive mammaries squashed
tight, each beautiful woman trying to crush the other down.
Their tits compressed but, as their nipples and areola
disappeared into the ripe, struggling flesh, the matching
jugs came to a quivering stalemate, dense flesh refusing to
yield any further, neither woman able to crush the other
back any more.
Raw pleasure was rippling in both women’s struggling,
quivering tits and Teresa felt herself soaking her thong
with vaginal secretions. She braced her bare feet to the
hardwood floor and powered even harder into Martha’s tits,
but Martha resisted, pushing back, then pushing out with the
strength of her pectoral muscles. Teresa reciprocated. The
teacher and the student glared furiously into each other’s
eyes, both determined to see the other one fail, both
enraged that their tits seemed so equal in strength and
resilience as well as size. Their hot breath came in panting
snarls of hate and rage. They gritted their teeth, their
beautiful faces mirrors of fury, and struggled to conquer
the other. For both women, their magnificent tits were the
symbols of their feminine power and beauty, and neither
could stand the idea of being matched by the other bitch.
Martha began pumping her pecs, thrusting her tits at her
enemy’s matching mammaries, determined to break down the
meaty resistance of Teresa’s fantastic tits. Teresa fought
back with answering thrusts. Flashes of pure pleasure burned
in Martha’s engorged boobs, and she relished the feeling of
Teresa’s sexual energy struggling with her own, of their
thick nipples twisted together and grinding hard, of their
taut titflesh melting into one. Yes, she thought, this is
what titfighting is all about – two women, meeting and
destroying each other with the very essence of their
sexuality! The heat between her legs was rolling through her
entire body in waves, her underwear was soaked through, and
the power in her raging breasts continued to build.
For long minutes, Martha and Teresa held each other in
check, their magnificent tits shuddering in stalemate, their
nipples fused and pulsing as one, waves of erotic pleasure
flowing through their bodies. The women grunted and moaned,
they gasped and cursed, but neither could crush the other
back. They pressed close, forehead to forehead, hot, sweet
breath mixing, and glared daggers into each other’s eyes.
“You’re tough, Martha, but I can feel your little titties
turning to mush,” Teresa groaned at her foe.
“Not likely, you filthy little fuck,” Martha gasped in
reply. “I can feel those little nubs of yours pushing inside
out – it won’t be long before I squash your soft bags into
your ribs.”
As if by mutual consent, the two women suddenly released
each other’s biceps and, with a cry, wrapped their powerful
arms around the other’s back. They squeezed tight, locking
in a mutual bearhug. At the same time, they moved hard
against each other, Teresa rubbing her tits up and down into
Martha’s orbs, Martha rubbing side to side against Teresa’s
boobs, each woman struggling to grind and rub the other into
submission, trying to counter the force of the other woman’s
attack. Arms around each other, squeezing tighter and
tighter, forehead to forehead and nose to nose, gasping and
panting and whispering obscenities at each other, the
student and the teacher began to use all the power of their
torsos to grind their breasts into each other, nipples
locked and piercing each other, forming the central point
around which they rotated their tits. Around and around they
rolled their breasts, their meaty flesh merging and
quivering with the strain, their massive tits starting to
slide in the slick sweat of their furious combat, their
rock-hard bellies slapping hard, then rolling and writhing
and rubbing as the women’s sexual struggle carried on. Deep,
narrow navels sucked and released as their abdomens slapped
and slipped.
“Fuck, fuck you, break you bitch, break…” Teresa moaned in
Martha’s ear.
“Dirty little tramp, filthy fuckbitch, I’ll smash your tits,
I’ll …Unngh, Oh God!” Martha gasped, as another shock of
pure erotic pleasure exploded deep in her tits.
The titfight raged on, the buxom beauties struggling and
pulsing into each other, their massive, dense tits surging
and vibrating with the power of their attacks. Their groans
and cries of pain and pleasure grew ever more intense. Yet,
slowly and inexorably, Martha forced Teresa back across the
room, pushing just a bit harder, using the power of her bare
legs to slowly force the brunette back. Their struggling
bodies slowly approached the bedroom wall and it was obvious
that Martha intended to back her enemy into the wall and pin
her there. Locked in a mutual bearhug, squashing each
other’s tits as tight as they could, rubbing and rolling and
grinding at each other, the two battling beauties whispered
curses and threats in the other’s ear, their faces pressed
cheek to cheek, as they fought to master each other.
They moved slowly towards the wall, Martha certain, through
the haze of intense pain and ecstatic pleasure, that she
would soon have Teresa at her mercy. At the last moment,
Teresa suddenly released her resisting pressure and allowed
herself to be pushed back. The move caught Martha by
surprise and she jerked forward. Teresa used the other
woman’s sudden imbalance to shift her weight and spin their
bodies. In an instant, Martha found her back slamming flat
against the bedroom wall. Teresa rammed herself hard into
Martha’s body, momentarily stunning the beautiful teacher.
Teresa used that moment to free her hands from around
Martha’s back, grab Martha’s arms and pull them from around
Teresa’s body, then interlace their fingers. Locked hand to
hand, she slammed Martha’s hands and arms up against the
wall. Suddenly, the mighty teenager was in the superior
position. Martha was completely unable to get any leverage
as her back was forced, ramrod straight, up against the
wall. Teresa pulled back, aiming her nipples at Martha’s
swollen nubs, and drove her massive tits into Martha’s
equally powerful boobs with all of her strength. The women
screamed together, but it was immediately apparent that
Teresa was now the aggressor and Martha was the victim of
the vicious attack.
“No, no, you filthy little fuck…!!,” Martha groaned.
“Yeah, baby, yeah, you cuntsucking whore, I’ve got you
now…,” Teresa snarled, her body on fire with lust and rage,
her throbbing tits so engorged with power and arousal that
they felt like cannonballs riding on her chest. They smashed
remorselessly into the equally engorged, fleshy cannonballs
on Martha’s chest. Martha screamed with rage and
frustration, and pain. She thrust back with all the strength
of her powerful pectoral muscles, and she felt her tits
quivering with effort as they strained and pulsed against
Teresa’s meaty rack. But the teen drew back, then powered
forward again, leading with her tits and their spear-like
nipples, using all the strength of her powerful legs and
abdomen to drive her body against the teacher’s tits. Her
bare feet strained onto the tips of her toes as she threw
all of her energy into the attack.
Teresa and Martha shrieked in unison as their tits smashed
tight, nipples mutually penetrating their dense titflesh and
fusing into one, pulsing in an agony of pleasure and sexual
power. Their sensitive areola exploded in delicious
sensation with the friction as they worked their tits
together. Their boobs trembled in an erotic stalemate as
both women thrust at each other with all the power of their
pecs. Teresa pulled back and then did it again, driving
herself into Martha, ramming tits with the beautiful bitch
who had dared to cross her, intent on slowly, inexorably
grinding the blonde beauty down.
On and on the struggle raged, Martha and Teresa screaming
and groaning with raw, wild pleasure as their tits squashed.
They rubbed their massive mammaries around and around,
wearing each other down, before Teresa pulled back to smash
tits again. The battling women’s orbs were equally powerful,
taut and dense, but Teresa’s superior position quickly began
to gain her the advantage. Her shrieks remained cries of
pleasure and lust as her nipples, driven by the power of her
voluptuous young body, lunged and stabbed at Martha’s
matching pair. But Martha’s moans rapidly became gasps of
pain and anguish. She fought back as hard as she could, she
rubbed racks with Teresa with wild abandon, the hot sweat of
their raging bodies providing sensual lubrication to their
battling, sliding tits. The massive mounds of flesh on the
raging women’s chests thrust and slid and interlocked as
they fought, grating and melting with a delicious wet
friction. But Martha could feel her tits weakening, the
dense flesh being slowly battered, her hard, powerful
nipples gradually losing ground. Their breasts continued to
slap, to beat together in a hard rhythm, the women’s cries
of hate, pain and lust mingling into one erotic symphony,
their breath coming in panting gasps as the titfight raged
on.
It took some time but, suddenly, Martha shrieked with
despair and Teresa cried out in triumph. With a final,
powerful thrust, the brunette girl drove Martha’s aching
nipples back into her swollen areola.
“Fuck, no, no….,” Martha moaned, tears of pain and
humiliation flowing down her beautiful face. She could not
believe that this was happening to her, she could not
believe that her magnificent, powerful tits could be so
completely subjugated by those of another woman. But it was
especially painful that this remarkable feat had been
accomplished by this shallow bitch-child, this fucking
slut-tramp who Martha hated more viciously every moment.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…,” Teresa chanted, as she ground her tits
deeper and harder into Martha’s overtaxed jugs. The brunette
beauty smiled in ecstasy, in the knowledge of her victory,
enjoying the luscious feeling of Martha’s dense tits giving
way before her own. Martha’s breasts were still resisting.
At the back of her mind, Teresa knew that Martha’s boobs
still had a lot of strength left in them. But the first,
decisive battle had been lost by her opponent, and it was
only a matter of time before Teresa ground Martha’s
beautiful tits into weak, depleted sacks. She intended to
milk the teacher’s tits with her own.
“Stop,” Martha moaned, “Stop, you win…” The taste of defeat
in her mouth was unbearably bitter.
“Say that I’ve got the better tits, Martha,” Teresa snarled
viciously in the teacher’s ear. She smiled, her face a mask
of smug vindictiveness. “Say that you’re just a little girl,
with little girl tits.”
Martha said nothing for a moment, her pride rendering her
momentarily mute. Teresa drove the tough spikes of her
engorged nipples hard and deep into Martha’s defenseless
tits. The blonde beauty screamed, sobbing with rage and
pain, then finally gave in.
“You’ve got the better tits, Teresa,” she sobbed in
humiliation. “I’ve got little girl tits, I’m just a little
girl.”
“YEAH!!” The victorious brunette pulled back from her
defeated rival and, releasing Martha’s grip, threw her hands
into the air. Her massive tits, red and sore but still full
and round, bobbed exuberantly on her chest. Her nipples
jutted, inflamed with sexual arousal. “Alright! I’m the tit
queen! I’ve got the better tits! And now, I’m going to teach
you what I’ve got between my legs!! My cunt is going to suck
your twat right out of your crotch, fuckbitch!!”
Martha was leaning forward, cradling her massive tits gently
in her hands, kneading the magnificent, wounded flesh.
Cynthia’s trained eye could see that Martha’s tits were
still strong and tough. The nipples were hurt and flattened,
but the blonde had managed to avoid more serious damage by
recognizing the hopelessness of her position and
surrendering early. Cynthia knew that Martha’s tits were
just as powerful and impressive as Teresa’s boobs, but the
student had fought a better fight and now Martha would have
to deal with the humiliation of losing the titfight, and
maybe the upcoming sexfight – unless she found some other
way to redeem herself.
But Teresa was intent on not giving Martha the time. Teresa
grabbed the blonde beauty by her long hair and hauled her
protesting, crying rival across the room. She threw Martha
onto the bed on her back, then crawled onto the bed herself.
Martha continued to cradle her injured tits, moaning with
pain.
“Come on, whore,” sneered Teresa. The girl was now brimming
over with confidence. She had humiliated Martha once and she
had no doubt that she had broken the will of her blonde
adversary. Teresa reached down and ripped the shorts off of
Martha’s hips, pulling the garment down the other woman’s
long, muscled legs. She then tore away Martha’s tiny red
thong. Teresa smiled as she stripped her opponent. She
grinned at Martha’s cunt. It was completely naked, shaved
hairless, except for a well-maintained landing strip,
exactly like Teresa’s pussy. Teresa ran her palm, then two
fingers, along her enemy’s hot, wet slit.
“Oh, very nice,” the girl purred. “I’m really going to enjoy
riding this little pussy. I wonder what your little clit
feels like?” Martha just moaned, her will broken. She turned
her head away from Teresa’s victorious smile, tears
glittering in her eyes and squeezing out from under her
tightly closed lids. Shame colored her beautiful face. But,
just under it, an intense rage burned brightly. This isn’t
over yet, Martha swore to herself.
To be continued: