STORE ROOM
CONFRONTATION - Part 5
by AVIDMIKE
It was still impossible for her to get any leverage with her
lower body, however. She began to pour all her strength into
freeing just her fingers. Tendons and knuckles cracked as an
almost microscopic battle was waged between the redhead’s
hands and hers. “You’re not going anywhere, honey,” Rhonda
grunted, and to Christina’s satisfaction there was real strain in
her voice as she struggled to maintain her twin grips. “I’m
going to keep on controlling you and I’m going to humiliate
you once and for all.”
“You just suck my tits, baby,” Christina snarled. “You can’t keep
this up forever.”
“I’ll do more than suck these big sweet knockers before I’m
through with you, Christina,” Rhonda groaned back at her. With
the wooden shelf abrading her shoulder blades the brunette
was afraid to move her upper body too much; afraid the
unpainted wood would rip splinters deep into her unprotected
flesh. But she was beginning to see that it might even be to
her advantage to be pinned this way because unlike Rhonda,
she was the one who had something to push against. She
managed to raise her left shoulder several inches and was
greeted with a painful scraping against the wood behind her.
Ignoring it, she focused on the position of her left breast
and nipple; closing her eyes she managed to slowly work the
distended shaft until it was almost twisted around Rhonda’s
own engorged rod. When she was certain she had her nipple
above Rhonda’s she jerked her shoulder downward and was
rewarded with a hiss of pain from the redhead.
“God DAMN you!” Rhonda growled, flinching backward just a
little. Christina instantly snapped her sweating right hand out
of the redhead’s grip and whipped it up into Rhonda’s thick
mane of hair. Rhonda immediately dug into the tangle after
it but Christina had already twisted ropes full of the silky red
strands around her fingers. She curled her fingers inward
and gave Rhonda’s hair one good jerk backward until the
redhead’s chin was level with Christina’s nose. “Oh, you fucking
bitch,” Rhonda growled dangerously. “You really want to play
this way?”
“I’ll play any way I have to, cunt,” Christina said. She knew she
was in a risky position but her back was quite literally
against the wall now. She continued to twist hair around her
fist, making sure she had too much of a handful to easily
dislodge. Suddenly Rhonda’s hand flashed forward and buried
itself in Christina’s own soft brown curls and she felt her own
head jerked violently backward until she was chin to chin
with the redhead.
“Now let go of me or I’ll bash your head against these
shelves,” Rhonda growled.
“Fuck you—I’ll do the same to you, bitch,” Christina grunted
back. Christina realized suddenly that her back was no longer
against the shelves, that her initial hair pull had tugged
Rhonda’s body off of her and that they were now at
equidistant positions from the shelves behind each of them,
facing each other in the center of the aisle. It was tight
enough that Christina could make good on her threat: Rhonda’s
head was no further from the shelves than Christina’s was.
Rhonda’s legs were still spread a little and Christina took the
opportunity to widen her own stance a little. Their breasts
were still touching one another, but almost gently now,
Christina
realized, their nipples tracing soft lines on each other’s
skin, tingling as circulation returned to all four mammaries
after the crush. The stalemate continued for a few seconds
before Christina realized the initiative was hers to take. She
forced her own body forward, sensing that Rhonda was waiting
for another hair pull, and momentarily knocked the redhead
off balance and back against the shelves behind her. The
brunette quickly consolidated her position, pressing her
upper body down onto Rhonda’s and now taking her own turn on
top of the redhead’s chest. She took a second to reposition
her nipples to what she hoped would be the most
uncomfortable position for her opponent and then pressed
forward with all her strength, to the tune of a groan of
protest from the cocktail waitress. Rhonda tugged brutally
at Christina’s hair, forcing her chin back upward just as she was
considering landing a bite on Rhonda’s face, but Christina still
had the upper hand.
“Now let’s see how much pressure your big jugs can take you
fucking cow,” Christina said. The pain from the hair pull was
excruciating, but no worse, she thought, than the bite of
unpainted wood into her back and ass had been. She clamped
her legs around Rhonda’s and forced her stomach and pelvis
down against the other girl as the redhead bucked against
her; the hair pulls and the danger of the bare shelves kept
both women from moving too violently. “You like feeling my
hard nips inside your big bare tits, bitch?” Christina taunted.
“Like feeling that wood against your ass?” She even flicked
her hips against Rhonda’s a little, knowing the redhead’s
little thong offered absolutely no protection for her
behind. She was feeling a little better about her choice in
underwear and realized she would probably be well scraped on
her buttocks if she hadn’t worn the nylon shorts.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Rhonda snarled, and Christina could
hear real fury in the redhead’s voice now. She was enjoying
her revenge but she knew that they had both gone far a field
of their original rules and that their building anger and
the intensifying violence of the struggle could explode into
something very dangerous.
“You want me to back off, I’ll back off,” Christina said quickly.
“We agreed this was going to be just our tits.”
Rhonda shook against her but Christina could feel the redhead
fighting to keep herself under control. “So?” she said
furiously. “We’re tit to tit.”
“No hands,” Christina said emphatically. “Not even finger locked
like this you bitch. If you’re going to pin me against these
shelves you’ll have to do it with those fat jugs of yours,
not your hands.”
The girls breathed sweatily against each other for long
moments and Christina winced with each inhalation as her boobs
swelled up against Rhonda’s. Obviously the cocktail waitress
was trying to rationalize a way out of the standoff that
would keep her dignity intact and Christina too was not about to
let the redhead free until she could guarantee she was not
going to be assaulted. She could almost sense Rhonda mulling
an argument about who had locked fingers first. “All right
let go of me and let’s get back to me outdoing your weak
little tits, Christina,” Rhonda said finally.
Christina instantly felt a flush of anger at the taunt, amazing
even herself by how easily the big redhead could manipulate
her. She could have easily taken the cocktail waitress’s
suggestion as a surrender but Rhonda had turned it into a
challenge. Slowly, carefully, the girls relaxed the
death-grips each had on the other’s hands and hair;
Christina let
her hand twist free first and she let it slip down until it
had found a purchase on Rhonda’s stomach. Rhonda herself let
her own free hand lower itself to fall on Christina’s hip.
Christina
swallowed, flexing her fingers against Rhonda’s stomach as
she felt the circulation return. She relaxed the vicious
grip she had on Rhonda’s hair but neither she nor the
redhead fully disentangled their hair holds, just allowed
their fists to unclench and lay relaxed in the other woman’s
warm locks. Rhonda twisted her grip until she was holding
the nape of Christina’s neck and Christina let herself do the same;
she could resist letting Rhonda’s soft, silky hair slide
around her fingers and palms and she felt a shiver when she
brought her hand to rest on the redhead’s own neck.
Both girls let themselves relax and recover for long
seconds, still breathing against each other. Rhonda
attempted to move backwards out of Christina’s grip but
Christina
instinctively tugged at the redhead’s neck, holding her
closer, and she felt Rhonda’s stomach muscles tighten
against her palm. “Don’t,” she said simply. Rhonda’s face
was against hers, the redhead’s mouth just beside her own as
she pressed into the cocktail waitress’s cheek.
“Don’t fucking order me,” Rhonda said very slowly and
quietly against her. “You’re not boss here yet.”
“I will be,” Christina muttered, unable to resist.
“You think you’re so fucking hot, clicking around in those
fuck me pumps all night,” Rhonda purred. “All those loose
blouses and tight tops, squeezing your tits out at me every
chance you get.”
“What about you and your tight sweaters and hooker shorts,
bending over the ice cooler every night and sticking that
ass in my face every time you come behind the bar?”
Christina
growled back. “Oh, you knew what you were doing, didn’t you
honey? Trying to show me up in front of everybody and get
your rack out in front of mine all the time.”
“Don’t fucking tell me those tight shorts of yours weren’t
just as small as mine,” Rhonda said. “I could see every bit
of your ass and you did your share of bending over back in
that bar too, honey.”
“You’ve got a nerve calling me on my shoes when you wore
stilettos yourself, whore,” Christina said. “You just wanted to
make yourself look bigger and sexier than me.”
“I don’t have to do one thing to make myself look sexier
than you, Christina,” Rhonda said. “I’m bigger than you where it
counts and I always have been.”
Both girls had trembled against each other during this line
of talk and Christina suddenly realized she had given the redhead
some maneuvering room in the chest area. Only their aureoles
and nipples were meeting each other now, perhaps a bit more
titflesh as each girl inhaled and expanded her chest. Rhonda
had begun a slow but insistent rotation of her boobs, some
give and take with her shoulders as she subtly began to goad
the brunette back into the breast conflict. Christina’s mouth had
gone dry again and she could feel the sweat evaporating off
her body in the darkness as she and Rhonda moved against
each other almost gently now, as if they were slow dancing.
“Why don’t you just feel my big soft tits then, if you think
you’re so big?” Christina whispered, instantly feeling Rhonda
press against her a little more in response.
“You feel mine,” Christina said, slowly grinding her boobs
against Rhonda’s, bringing first one, then the other all the
way up from underneath Rhonda’s heavy load until they had
crossed the redhead’s nipples and perched themselves on top
of Rhonda’s breasts so that she could let the full weight of
her glands settle on her rival’s. “Just feel mine weighing
yours down, bitch.” The girls wrestled their bodies against
each other slowly, each able to force her rival backward up
or down the dark aisle only momentarily before her opponent
managed to stop her progress and start moving her backward
with her own muscle. It required incredible concentration to
maintain the strangely soft, massaging contact between their
big breasts, especially in this total darkness: Christina had to
sense Rhonda’s body position and anticipate the momentum of
the other girl’s breasts as well as her own. She was nose to
nose with the redhead and each girl still sought to psyche
the other out by hovering in close to her and maintaining a
sensuous, provocative body contact between them. Christina wanted
Rhonda to feel every part of her just so she could know what
she was going up against. But she couldn’t deny that the
feeling of Rhonda’s warm, quivering, bare breasts against
hers was making her shiver with sensory overload. The tangy,
sweet scent of the redhead’s breath kissing her face and the
tickle of the cocktail waitress’s soft, luxurious hair, the
glide of her thighs across Christina’s made for a constant flood
of sexual signals for her body to interpret. She felt her
nervous system responding as if to a lover, and she had to
keep reinforcing in her head that this was a contest, a
fight.
For a moment the two tall girls skirmished at exactly the
center of the corridor, and the only sounds in the darkness
were their labored breathing and the slide and hiss of
breast skin against skin as each girl fough0t to dominate
the encounter. Christina’s neck and shoulder muscles were
beginning to ache with the effort; she was really beginning
to realize how much weight she carried around on her chest
every day and how difficult it was to maneuver those
jiggling, heavy glands with precision. She could feel a mist
of sweat breaking out again between her shoulder blades and
in the small of her back, and she could sense the effort in
Rhonda’s grunts and her deep, long breaths as the redhead
wrestled against her. Christina finally slipped and let her left
breast smack against Rhonda’s with a thick, liquid impact.
Rhonda hissed and suddenly smacked back with her left breast
into Christina’s right and the brunette winced at the stinging
slap of flesh on flesh. “I can fight that way too if you
want, bitch,” the redhead growled. Christina almost started to
deny she had intentionally titslapped Rhonda but before she
could speak the cocktail waitress arched her back and
smashed both boobs roughly into Christina’s chest.
“You fucking cunt,” she found herself saying, leaning in and
directing her own still shaking breasts back into Rhonda’s
rack. The sound was like muffled cannon fire as their four
breasts collided head on; it was so loud in the sheer
blackness of the storeroom that both girls hesitated and
withdrew for a second, each cradling their own tingling
bosom and glancing up at the overhead windows to see if
anyone outside had heard them. But the streets seemed empty
and silent.
“You want some more of me, pussy?” Rhonda’s voice emerged
out of the darkness. Christina immediately stepped forward until
she was matching bodies full on with the redhead and both
girls slowly pressed and measured their bare breasts against
each other.
“If you want to keep smacking tits just say so Rhonda,”
Christina
said purposefully, her mouth almost caressing the redhead’s
lips. “You said you were going to beat my tits so here’s
your big chance.”
“If you want to play rough with what we’ve got I don’t have
a problem with it,” Rhonda said darkly.
“Let’s play rough then,” Christina said, jabbing her boobs a
little against Rhonda’s.
“Fine,” Rhonda purred. “No hands unless I say so.”
Christina didn’t have time to think about the ramifications of
that before Rhonda shoved her away with her chest. The girls
immediately lunged forward and butted each other chest
against chest, the collision sounding with a thick report of
dense meat against meat. Like dueling mountain goats the
topless women smashed together, separated, gathered
themselves and smashed together a second time, then a third.
Christina’s breasts were throbbing but she refused to give way to
Rhonda’s massive globes and she continued to thrash forward
blindly, trying to seek out the redhead’s breasts with her
own, going as much by heat as by the feel of Rhonda’s boobs
displacing the humid air around them. She poured all her
energy into her tensing, lithe thighs and after several
moments she could feel Rhonda’s body giving way. She
realized she was actually driving her enemy backward now
toward the blind alley at the end of the aisle. The redhead
fought even more viciously as she seemed to realize what was
happening and Christina moaned as shattering impacts of flesh on
flesh rocked her shaking breasts. “You wanted this tit
contest, bitch, and now you’re gonna get it!” she snarled
into Rhonda’s wincing face as she pressed forward her bosom
assault. Rhonda was staggering backward now and she cried
out as her back hit the shelves at the end of the aisle and
Christina’s sweating body smacked up against her full on.
Christina
reached out to grip the shelves on either side of Rhonda’s
body, mindful to avoid grabbing the redhead herself. Using
the leverage available to her she slammed her upper body
into Rhonda’s once, twice, three times before finally
pinning her enemy against the shelving, taking care to
position her nipples for the deepest penetration into
Rhonda’s retreating breasts. She pressed her abdomen and
pelvis against Rhonda’s and clamped her muscular thighs
around the other girl’s, holding her in place as the redhead
writhed helplessly against her.
“Get your hot tits off of me you sow!” Rhonda groaned
against the brunette, jabbing back at her opponent with her
own substantial weapons. Christina’s tits were throbbing despite
the fact that she’d finally taken the offensive, and even
with her leverage advantage she still grunted in pain at the
shock of Rhonda’s heavy, temporarily outmatched boobs
ramming back into her own. The redhead thrashed furiously in
her full body hold, sweat lubricating the contact between
the two girls’ tight bellies, flexing thighs, and compacted,
bulging breasts. Christina growled into Rhonda’s face as she
compressed her left, then right breast even deeper down onto
Rhonda’s, but the four jiggling, superheated glands were
already becoming slick enough from perspiration that it was
impossible to get the brutal, steamroller effect she was
going for, and she could feel her breasts slide across
Rhonda’s—not harmlessly, for she still got the benefit of
the redhead moaning in humiliated fury against her, but not
with the devastating impact she’d been going for.
Rhonda suddenly bucked violently with her hips and Christina
stumbled back a bit, and the redhead took advantage of the
breach, violently slapping her breasts back up against
Christina’s naked chest and throwing the brunette backwards.
Christina
struggled to right herself and Rhonda spring on her,
smashing her sweating boobs back into violent conflict with
the brunette’s pair. Christina began to throw all of her own
vicious energy into smacking back with her jiggling bosom
and a long and uncompromising tit-boxing match began. Again
and again the two girls butted breasts, sending loud, heavy
cracking sounds echoing through the empty storeroom. A spray
of sweat splattered Christina’s already wet face as her boobs
thudded off Rhonda’s and she hissed and grunted as she
forced her agonized tits into direct contact with her
redheaded rival’s bare breasts again and again, each girl
trying to force a louder moan of agony from her opponent as
the battle raged up and down the long, narrow aisle.
Christina
could almost locate Rhonda by body heat and by the intense
smell of girl sweat souring her cheap perfume. Several times
both girls swung their tits wildly from side to side,
feinting with enough savagery that they hit nipples only in
lightning-fast, flicking collisions. Finally Christina tried to
throw all her strength into one massive thrust with her
upper body, leaning forward into the collision only to find
Rhonda taking the same tactic. The fighting women hit chest
to chest in a terrible, smashing collision that flattened
all four quivering breasts nearly flat. Christina heard her own
roaring moan of pain almost drowned out by Rhonda’s and both
girls fell into a staggering, vicious embrace. Christina’s face
was buried deep in Rhonda’s thick, sweet hair as her head
lolled on her enemy’s shoulder and she felt the other girl
doing likewise as both combatants sank to their knees, each
unwilling to let go of the other.
Christina wrapped one arm into a snakelike coil around Rhonda’s
waist, drawing the other girl’s belly in close. The redhead
wrestled against her and she felt her competitor’s left arm
do the same to her own slender waist while their breasts
fought for position above their pressing bellies. Each girl
tried to press her whole body forward but with their upper
bodies wrapped up tightly together neither fighter could get
real leverage now. They staggered back and forth only a step
or two at a time now, tiring, a mess of tangled hair, sweat,
and aching breasts. Christina held Rhonda’s hot body to hers as
the competitors struggled in a stalemate, one hand in her
rival’s hair, the other wrapped around her sinewy waist.
Both girls continued to apply all the pressure they could
bring to bear on each other’s mashed mammaries, their
nipples still buried and tangled deep in hot tit flesh.
Christina
let her hand slip down onto Rhonda’s hip so that she could
just begin to feel the swell of the redhead’s ass. She
curled a finger around the elastic of the cocktail
waitress’s thong experimentally, waiting for a violent
protest from Rhonda, but the other girl only grunted against
her. If anything she could feel the redhead’s free hand
sliding around the small of her back, probing at her
abrasive nylon shorts. The underwear had become a hothouse
prison for her overheated jungle of dark pubic hair that lay
matted and tangled against her sweating vulva, not to
mention her flexing, sweating buns. Rhonda’s ass felt cool
to the touch as the mist of sweat on her cheeks evaporated
in the dark, warm air of the storeroom, and she envied the
other girl the freedom even as she knew her choice of
underwear still left her vulnerable to other forms of
attack. If Rhonda wanted to get her hands anywhere near
Christina’s crotch she would have great difficulty working her
way through the tight nylon material.
“I hope you’re getting off on this you bitch,” the redhead
grunted into her ear.
“You’re the one with the stiffies, honey,” Christina growled back
into the tangle of Rhonda’s hair, giving her throbbing
breasts a little shake for emphasis that forced a hiss of
pain out of both women. For all of the dirty, naked fighting
neither girl had addressed the sexual element of their fight
directly until now, and Christina trembled against the cocktail
waitress as she measured Rhonda’s and her own response to
clearing the air. For a few moments the girls stood in a
silent embrace, and the kissing pressure of Rhonda’s bare
breasts against her own could no longer be denied just by
the heat of battle. There was something electrifying about
having the redhead’s hot body pressed against hers, skin to
skin, in total darkness like this, undressing their secret
rivalry in the dark.
“Fuck you, you little whore,” Rhonda said finally, obviously
choosing to pursue the issue. “You probably wanted to get in
my panties for real all this time.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t been checking out my body and
my clothes ever since you started here,” Christina retorted,
refusing to back down from the challenge.
“Just because I couldn’t believe the slutty outfits you were
showing off!” Rhonda snapped.
“You bitch,” Christina said, curling her fingers around the
waistband of Rhonda’s thong. “You mean like these little
stripper thongs of yours?” She tugged the slender band of
material up between the redhead’s ass cheeks experimentally
and was rewarded with an irritated groan as she worked the
thong up deep into the crack of her rival’s bottom.
“You fucking cunt,” Rhonda muttered, her nails scraping for
purchase on Christina’s sheer underwear waistband. “Don’t you
fucking wedge me, girl, or I’ll split your ass too.”
“You’re not gonna find much to hold onto on my shorts,
honey,” Christina taunted as she yanked Rhonda’s thong up even
higher. “Maybe that’s why I don’t dress like a whore.”
“Maybe I’ll have to tear those fucking things off your ass
then, bitch,” Rhonda growled. Christina felt the other girl’s
nails scraping her pelvis and she heard the bite of nails
beginning to catch and rip on the nylon fabric she wore.
Instinctively she backed off with her hips, trying to give
the redhead less leverage to work with, and even though she
had a much better hold on Rhonda’s thong waistband the
redhead matched her move, leaning forward and allowing their
sweat-plastered bellies to peel away from each other with a
sticky smacking sound. Rhonda’s free hand slipped off
Christina’s
shorts and slid up her back as Christina leaned down even more,
and the redhead growled in discomfort as the brunette
maintained her hold on Rhonda’s thong. She still couldn’t
see a thing but judging from the elasticity of the fabric
and how high she had pulled the waistband up Rhonda’s flank
Christina judged that the crotch of the underwear must be cutting
right into her labia and grinding deep into her ass by now.
With a jiggle of her hips Rhonda finally pulled the
underwear out of Christina’s grip and both girls’ free hands now
joined their counterparts in each other’s hair as they
maintained the hot, head-to-head clinch. Christina’s breasts
finally freed themselves from their crush with Rhonda’s and
hung downward, quivering in the dark; she felt her nipples
pointing at the floor, fully erect, and for a second
Rhonda’s breasts bumped against hers as they swung back and
forth on the redhead’s chest. Angrily she twisted and sent
her own hanging boobs knocking back into Rhonda’s; she felt
the collision travel like a wave, first the uppermost, thick
meat of the base of her breast, then the thinning, inflamed
flesh of the forward part of her boob slammed against its
counterpart on Rhonda’s bosom, and finally their four
nipples tangled and scraped violently together in a final
whip crack collision and skirmish. The conflict was
accompanied by a loud, liquid smack of rippling flesh on
flesh, as if two hot water bottles had been slammed
together.
“Keep those sweaty fucking things off me, slut,” Rhonda
grunted, quickly returning the blow by somehow sending her
left, then her right swinging thuddingly into Christina’s
breasts. The impact was like getting a goading punch to each
one of her breasts and Christina immediately felt her waning
temper rekindling.
“You keep your gross titties off mine, you filthy whore!”
she said, realizing that was the last thing either of them
intended to do. The bartender immediately moved her boobs in
a circular motion until they were whipping across Rhonda’s,
catching her nipples at the last minute; that strategy
lasted only a second as Rhonda matched her move in the
opposite direction, leading to a stunning collision of both
pairs of jugs traveling in opposite directions. The fighters
groaned as the rippling sound of the impact echoed in the
darkness.
“God damn you, if you want to fight my tits against yours
than let’s fucking do it!” Rhonda snarled as she bore her
breasts again into Christina’s. “I told you I’d beat your tits
off tonight and I meant it.”
“That’s just what I want out of this,” Christina admitted,
pulling Rhonda in tighter. “I warned you I’d be the one to
beat your tits if we tangled up like this.” Snarling in
fury, both girls thrashed against each other, using their
heavy boobs like wrecking balls against each other,
battering and smacking sweating flesh against flesh in an
incredible assault of throbbing gland against gland.
Christina
could barely believe what they were doing to each other even
as she recognized that their simmering feud had to be
settled like this, by matching the asset each most hated in
the other against one another in private. Christina could feel
her breasts heating up even more at the friction and
activity, almost as if the milk she imagined in each bosom
was boiling under the assault. Her breath came in ragged
gasps as she continued to bear directly into Rhonda again
and again until she thought neither she nor the redhead
could possibly take any more, yet each time the vicious
cocktail waitress came back for more, mashing her quivering
breasts against Christina’s tingling pair, smacking and knocking
her boobs into Christina’s as if her life depended on it.
Christina
had never imagined her breasts could take or give such
punishment, yet even as they throbbed in pain she realized
that she could keep this battle going for as long as Rhonda
wanted it. Every time Rhonda’s breasts collided with hers
she ached to take the fight right back to her opponent’s
vulnerable boobs and prove to her that she had the firmest,
heaviest, most aggressive rack between them. The same hunger
that had come over her when she had gotten into that first
scuffle a month ago was now fanning into a flame inside her;
she had seen the look of twisted fighting lust on the other
girl’s face as they had tangled, even as she had dominated
her and pinned her underneath her long body—the other girl
had pressed into her eager for something more out of that
fight, and Christina was only now discovering what that was as
the sweat-soaked smacks of bare breasts beating together
rang in the darkness around her.
To be continued