STORE ROOM
CONFRONTATION - Part 4
by AVIDMIKE
Christina took a deep breath, realizing it was as much her
responsibility to come forward as it was Rhonda’s.
The breath was enough. Instantly she felt the thick, rubbery
points of Rhonda’s bare nipples flicking against the fronts
of her own naked breasts. She snapped her mouth shut and bit
down on her lower lip to keep from gasping at the sensation.
That time at camp she had just been a girl; now she was
feeling a woman’s big nipples, hard and aroused, jabbing
against her. She pivoted imperceptibly and felt the even
greater shock of her own brown buds striking against her
enemy’s twin shafts in response. It was like two pairs of
match heads striking against each other, flashing a
firestorm of sensation through each girl’s breasts,
shivering through her stomach, spine and pelvis. She felt
Rhonda’s long, lean body twitch as the lightning bolt of
wicked pleasure shot through her. “You big fucking bitch,”
she whispered as she redirected both nipples back against
Christina’s rapidly stiffening pair. The brunette’s brown rods
had almost instantly grown from eighth-inch tall nubs to
fully erect, hard cylinders almost three quarters of an inch
long, and she instinctively feinted in a delicate motion to
flick her newly stiffened weapons across Rhonda’s long pink
guns. “You big, dirty fucking bitch!” Rhonda whispered to
her again. “I’m glad you’re such a big hard slut, Christina,
because that means we can really fight.”
“Oh yeah we’re gonna fight all right,” Christina whispered back.
She had to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment even in the
near blackness. She simply could not believe what she and
this other young woman were doing to each other. Her stomach
was boiling with stress and the two combatants had only just
begun to touch one another. Christina wondered for a second
whether it might have been easier after all just to punch it
out with this woman. She was ready to put her fists on the
line against Rhonda, but she had to wonder whether she was
really ready to put the naked intimacy of the most secret
parts of her body into direct conflict with Rhonda’s.
She had to will herself to continue this first, exploratory
part of the fight. Rhonda raked her nips across Christina’s a
second time in a way that might have seemed gentle or
playful under other circumstances but in her present
overexcited state it was like having a horsewhip slash
across her aroused nipples. She grunted as the redhead’s
oversized rods pressed their sides against her own
lengthening shafts; time seemed to slow down as the rubbery
points dragged across her hypersensitive nubs and she winced
but forced herself to slice back nipple against nipple with
Rhonda, and to her satisfaction she heard a hiss escape the
redhead’s mouth at the contact. Then Rhonda led with her
right breast and stabbed one long nipple right past
Christina’s
erect defender and deep into her aureole. Christina twisted and
flicked her bent nipple back and returned the thrust,
grunting triumphantly as she drilled her own stiff brown
shaft back into Rhonda’s tit and felt it penetrate the soft,
flushed skin of her aureole. She kept twisting forward and
felt her nipple tangle up with Rhonda’s until her own
aureole began to press down on the redhead’s and for the
first time she felt a hint of the mass and weight of
Rhonda’s right breast begin to make its presence known
against her own quivering gland. Rhonda swore under her
breath and twisted away from the nipple knot and suddenly
Christina felt the other girl’s left breast smack lightly into
her right one.
Even with such a light, kissing impact the weight of
Rhonda’s boob made a sound almost like a muffled gunshot as
it impacted Christina’s breast, and Christina felt shock waves ripple
through her right gland and she fell back a step, both boobs
jiggling in the dark. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness
enough now almost to make out the milky form of Rhonda in
front of her, long face framed by the dark redness of her
hair, and a triangular hint of dark panty crotch—or maybe
dark auburn fur—beneath her legs. Christina couldn’t make out the
other girl’s aureoles or nipples in the dim light, however.
She was deeply curious about the color of those features,
but she guessed from Rhonda’s complexion and the fact that
they were difficult to see in the dark that her nipples were
probably pink, barely much darker than her pale, lightly
freckled skin. She always thought to herself that
pink-nippled girls were pussies and she held onto that
notion as she and Rhonda positioned themselves to continue
their duel.
Her right boob still seemed to quiver a bit even from the
partial weight of Rhonda’s as it had struck her. At this
point it was obvious that they were going to fight with
their tits and even though she hadn’t done it naked like
this before, Christina knew any serious titfight would get rough
eventually, and she would have to match Rhonda in weight
sooner or later. She knew they were the same cup size and
she hoped that meant that the redhead’s boobs didn’t
outweigh hers, but she couldn’t be sure until they really
came together that way. She thought that if Rhonda really
seemed sure she out massed Christina she might just smash into
her outright right away to establish her dominance, and that
hadn’t happened yet.
Instead, Rhonda suddenly matched up against Christina nipple to
nipple, holding her shafts right up against Christina’s shaft to
shaft and daring Christina to break the contact. “How do you like
that?” she taunted the bartender. “You like my big ones?”
“No; I think they’re weak,” Christina snapped back, flicking hers
back against Rhonda’s with studied, intimate roughness. It
took delicate control to keep her nipples aligned with the
redhead’s while their big breasts quivered and shook, but
she was managing it, she thought to herself proudly. “How do
you like my hard nips, bitch?” she demanded.
“I think they’re fucking puny,” Rhonda snarled. They were
taunting each other like schoolgirls, Christina thought. Well,
that was fine.
“Well they feel pretty tough up against your limp ones,
baby,” she said, leaning into Rhonda a little. She felt the
whisper of the other girl’s thick hair mingling with her own
brown curls as their faces hovered almost nose to nose now.
“Don’t feel so cocky, you goddamned cow,” Rhonda said, and
Christina thought she heard some extra resentment, as if she
might be getting to the redhead.
“We’ll see who the cow is between the two of us, honey,” she
goaded. “We’ll see who the cow is and who the boss is and
who’s on top and who’s on the bottom.”
“Yeah, well then why don’t you show me, bitch?” Rhonda said
sharply. The big redhead moved forward and for a second the
other girl’s face brushed against hers and she almost
snapped at her, her soft lips drawn back in an animalistic
snarl. She suddenly felt the redhead’s big breasts caress
hers full on, both girls’ nipples disappearing into the
ballooning round flesh of each other’s bosoms as they
pressed tit against tit. Christina couldn’t suppress a groan as
Rhonda’s heavy, soft boobs enveloped hers in a downy, erotic
warmth. She had never, never felt such soft girl flesh
against her naked breasts before and the sensation was
overwhelming. Against her will she found herself
backpedaling to escape that electrifying sensation and
Rhonda followed, lightly slapping both her breasts back into
contact with Christina’s as she caught up to the brunette.
“What’s the matter, you fucking cow?” she hissed, driving
first her left, then her right boob up against their
counterparts on Christina’s tingling chest. “You afraid of my
tits?”
“I’m not afraid of anything,” Christina grunted, making a show of
rubbing her own cool, hardening breasts back into Rhonda’s
pair. Her nipples had now hardened to an almost brittle
stiffness—they felt like the slightest friction or bending
of their rubbery shafts would make them explode—and the skin
of her breasts was taut with gooseflesh. She managed to
lightly stab her nipples into Rhonda’s aureoles once, then
twice, and was rewarded with a sensual moan from the redhead
before her rival pressed both big tits back against
Christina’s
boobs forcefully, using her shoulders to maneuver her twin
glands in an overpowering, massaging motion over Christina’s
tender bosom. Christina held her ground, pressing in cheek to
cheek with her enemy.
“Oh, you fucking cunt, I’m gonna rub the fuck out of those
hard tits of yours,” Rhonda growled against her.
“You big, filthy whore,” Christina grunted, just barely managing
to keep her boobs in play against the redhead’s. “I’ll press
the milk out of those big things of yours first.”
“I don’t think so you hot little bitch,” Rhonda said against
her, her voice guttural now. Christina’s back flushed with
uncontrollable pleasure at those words and she winced and
fought to bring herself back under control. The pressure
between their four fighting breasts was building almost
unbearably, but the sound of Rhonda complimenting her,
admitting to Christina’s sexiness in the middle of this contest,
sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She realized
all she wanted now was the big redhead underneath her,
begging for mercy and admitting that Christina was the hotter,
sexier bitch between the two of them. But at the same time
Rhonda’s voice stroking her like this was driving wild. Oh
well, she thought—two could play at that.
“Oh yes, you big, sexy tramp, I’ll be on top of you before
all this is over and I’ll be milking your hard tits.” The
girls continued to skirmish, breast against breast, and
Christina
raised her voice as she felt Rhonda moaning under her own
verbal attack. “You hear me, you fucking wicked hot cunt?”
Rhonda suddenly forced her body hard against Christina’s and the
brunette was driven back even further. “Shut your fucking
mouth you big bitch,” the redhead snarled, body-wrestling
against her.
“Why don’t you try to shut it for me, whore?” Christina demanded,
and for several intense seconds the girls mouths gaped and
each tried to nip and snap at each other’s lips and cheeks,
thrashing into each other like animals. Christina suddenly felt
the unpainted wooden shelves on her right side bite into her
back as Rhonda forced her into them. She groaned as the
other girl’s big, willowy body pressed into hers and
pressure between their mushrooming boobs really began to
build. As they scuffled Christina for the first time felt
Rhonda’s flat belly press into hers and she tensed her
abdomen as she felt the redhead’s crunched, firm abs clench
against hers. She’d seen Rhonda’s belly a few times and knew
the other girl must work out, but now that the combat was
starting to develop into a test of strength she was
developing a new respect for the redhead’s body. Rhonda’s
long thighs caged Christina’s in on either side as she pinned her
back against the aisle shelves and the brunette could feel
sinew and muscle bunching under the flesh of her inner
thighs like steely snakes. Her pelvis wriggled as she tried
to slip at least one of her legs out of the redhead’s grip
but to no avail; the other girl had her pinned good.
Christina
reached up and tried to brace herself against Rhonda’s upper
arms, and she again marveled at the redhead’s guns as her
fingers closed around sleek, toned biceps.
“No you don’t, baby,” Rhonda grunted, reaching up and
peeling Christina’s fingers away roughly. The two young women
interlocked fingers as Rhonda forced Christina’s arms back
against the shelves almost as if she were being crucified.
Moaning, Christina almost slumped against the redhead’s cheek as
Rhonda flattened her out against the wall, mashing Christina’s
round buttocks, spine and the backs of her shoulders
painfully against the shelving. The big redhead began to
slowly rotate her shoulders and compress first her left,
then her right tit slowly down onto Christina’s flattening
breasts. She made slight adjustments and as Christina struggled
to fight against her she could feel the redhead minutely
repositioning her big nipples buried deep at the center
meeting point of both their breasts, twisting them a little
so they dug deeper and more painfully into Christina’s tit flesh.
“How does that feel, bitch?” Rhonda said provokingly,
continuing to alternate pressure on each of Christina’s boobs.
Christina groaned as she tried to retaliate and maneuver her own
buried nipples so that they scraped against Rhonda’s. It was
hard enough to control the volume of her soft breast tissue
under normal circumstances, but with her body pinned and
movement limited it was practically impossible. “You fucking
whore,” she cursed, grunting against Rhonda’s hot face. “Get
your nipples out of my tits!”
“What’s the matter, pussy?” Rhonda taunted her. “Am I too
big for you?” She accented the challenge with her upper
body, pouring on the pressure even more, until her stomach
had flattened out so much against the brunette’s that
Christina
swore she could delineate every abdominal muscle bunching
against her own. She could even feel the beginning of some
pressure on her crotch; with Rhonda’s mound apparently
crammed into the ‘V’ of the thong she was wearing and
bulging out toward her own hot, irritated vulva. Despite the
protection they offered she was already beginning to regret
wearing the confining, hot nylon shorts that were now biting
into her upper legs and pelvis on either side of her crotch,
cutting into her belly and digging into the skin just under
her buns. Between the fire around her hips and the crushing
pressure on her chest Christina felt like she was starting to
lose it. But she couldn’t…she couldn’t let this big, cheap
cocktail waitress humiliate her in the dark this way.
To be continued