STORE ROOM
CONFRONTATION - Part 6
by AVIDMIKE
After ten minutes of vicious smack fighting the girls
quieted their motions; Christina’s back and shoulders ached from
the workout and she could feel Rhonda trembling exhaustedly
with each motion against her. She curled her head deep into
Rhonda’s neck until she could feel the other girl’s ear
pressed up against her open mouth; Christina could no longer tell
where her own hair ended and Rhonda’s thick, luxurious mane
began. Both girls positioned themselves closer so they could
push the full length of each other’s dangling breasts into
one another and really take the measure of each other breast
to breast: Christina felt the first swell of Rhonda’s boob flesh
under her collarbone as she nestled against her, then
aligned her boobs so the quivering, tender flesh of her full
mammaries exactly matched up against the redhead’s until
their nipples, still pointing at the floor, pressed against
each other length to length. Rhonda managed to twist one
shoulder slightly higher than the other so that Christina felt
the redhead’s long nipples scrape along the full length of
her own until she felt a torrent of warm, tingling energy
flooding across her back, sending goose bumps rising all
over her body. She hissed and squeezed her eyes shut as she
returned the motion and dragged her nipples back against
Rhonda’s hard ones in response.
“Why don’t you just admit mine are longer and harder than
yours,” Rhonda whispered, her hot lips caressing Christina’s ear.
“Why don’t you admit mine are bigger and thicker than yours
are?” Christina whispered back, burying her face in Rhonda’s
sweet-smelling, soft head of hair and feeling the tender
curl of the other girl’s ear against her own lips. Her whole
body was trembling at Rhonda’s touch, alive with the
terrible thrill of saying every dirty thing she’d ever
wanted to say to the big redhead, of being here almost naked
with the other girl in their secret duel. Both girls bore
into each other full on, slowly grinding their naked tit
flesh against one another with every ounce of strength left
inside of them. “You wanted to match knockers with me; now
let’s see if you can handle it,” Christina hissed.
“I can handle anything that big hot body of yours can put
out,” Rhonda growled back into her ear. Christina’s mouth was
open in a silent scream of agony and excitement by now; she
had to hold herself back from the consuming desire to devour
the soft girl flesh already touching her lips. Rhonda hugged
Christina to her, increasing the pressure between their four
dueling breasts beyond the point where Christina thought either
of them would have ever taken this battle.
“You goddamned fucking hot cunt!” Christina snarled against
Rhonda. “I’ll press the milk right out of you, right here!”
“Not before those fat tits of yours squirt cream you big
sexy bitch!” Rhonda growled back, shoving the full length of
her breasts back against Christina’s. The brunette thought all
her fight had gone but she could not resist the siren call
of Rhonda’s hot body against hers. Suddenly she felt
Rhonda’s fingers disentangle themselves from her hair and
slip down her sides until they were beneath her; she
stiffened as she felt the redhead’s hands closing on her
aching breasts.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded.
“What do you think, bitch?” Rhonda growled. “I’m going to
milk those big titties of yours.”
“I thought you wanted to do this tit on tit,” Christina
protested, immediately pulling her own hands out of Rhonda’s
hair.
“There’s plenty of time for that after I wring your big
boobs dry,” Rhonda snarled against her. Christina instantly
reached up and filled her hands with Rhonda’s soft, heavy
breasts. As erotic as the twin glands had felt caressing and
pressing against her bare boobs, they felt twice as hot
against her fingers and palms as she trapped Rhonda’s long
nipples between her fingers and cupped her weighty boobs.
She tugged on Rhonda’s nipples and gauged the mass of her
opponent’s breasts in her hands and shivered as she felt the
redhead’s fingers exploring her own soft breasts. For
several moments neither girl attacked as they gently probed
one another’s jiggling glands for weakness and let their
long fingers glide across each boob’s bare, exposed skin.
Christina caressed Rhonda’s nipples, feeling how fat and stiff
they were and mentally comparing them to her own even as she
winced at the erotic touch of Rhonda’s hands on her own
throbbing breasts. She had had other girls pinch or slap her
boobs in the locker rooms at high school or camp, but she
had never had another woman feel her breasts openly like
this, nor had she ever been able to feel out another girl,
and she found herself hoping that they would both draw this
part of the contest out even as she wondered whether she
would be able to control the erotic feelings the exploration
was producing in her.
“I knew your tits would be soft like this,” Rhonda purred
into her ear suddenly as she swirled her fingers enticingly
around Christina’s aureoles. “I’ll bet you always wanted me to
touch them, the way you shook these babies in my face all
the time.”
“Maybe I just wanted you to know whose were better, baby,”
Christina whispered back. “I can tell you’re getting hot just
feeling what I’ve got.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t like feeling mine,” Rhonda
countered, arching her back a little to drop more of the
weight of her hanging breasts into Christina’s cupped hands. “You
were always checking me out in that bar and you might as
well admit it now.”
“Maybe I don’t mind feeling up your big ones, Rhonda,”
Christina
hissed into the redhead’s ear. “But you’re the one with the
soft ones. Mine are hard and firm, just like my nipples are
harder and longer than yours.”
“There’s nothing wrong with soft tits, baby,” Rhonda
groaned. “I’ll prove that to you before this night is done,
that’s for sure. But if you want to talk about nipples,” she
said, suddenly tugging Christina’s painfully downward, “Then
let’s see how much milk yours can give.”
Christina hissed and immediately dug her fingers into Rhonda’s
boobs, probing upward until she felt the ribs above her
rival’s breasts. Both girls then curled their fingers around
each other’s aureoles and nipples and began pulling them
toward the floor, twisting and tugging at the tortured flesh
as if they were both milking a pair of stubborn cow udders.
“You just try and milk me, whore,” Christina snarled into her
enemy’s hair. “I’ll wring your fat tits dry first!” She
winced against Rhonda’s fingers as she felt her own nipples
corkscrew and bend under the redhead’s ministrations,
sending a firestorm of pain through her already over
sensitized boobs. It took all her concentration to ignore
the pain and focus on tugging and twisting at Rhonda’s heavy
tits and stiff, resilient nipples. She closed her eyes and
gave herself over to the continuing struggle, trying to use
her sense of touch to build a mental picture of her rival’s
bare bosom. She tugged down on the protruding points for
several seconds until she felt Rhonda trembling in pain
against her, then probed upward, digging her fingers upward
into the meaty, jiggling flesh of the redhead’s breasts. She
felt Rhonda’s fingers invade her boobs in the same way,
alternating between squeezing their full weight and twisting
and tugging at her nipples. Of course neither girl was going
to give milk, but each was determined to make her enemy feel
as much like a powerless, violated farm animal as possible.
“You’ll never shove these babies in my face again after I’m
through with you,” Rhonda growled.
“I warned you to keep your fat ones out of my way and now
you’re going to pay the price, bitch,” Rhonda retorted as
she continued to work her rival’s hot, sweating bosom.
“You’re going to give me milk and beg me for mercy you
cunt,” Rhonda shot back. At that both girls tightened their
breast grips, each forcing a groan of pain from the other,
and for the next five minutes there was no talk, only moans
and vicious grunts of discomfort, hisses and gasps as each
girl intensified her attack on the other’s boobs. Christina felt
like she was holding her swaying breasts over two candles,
like a flame of agony was spreading from her nipples and
aureoles deep into the mass of her twin orbs. For every
moment Rhonda twisted and pinched at her the redhead also
let her fingers caress and massage Christina’s boobs, sending
shivers of sensual feeling to alternate with the pain. As
much as she cursed the redhead for adding this extra dose of
humiliation to the struggle, Christina realized that she was
doing exactly the same thing, gently squeezing and exploring
Rhonda’s soft globes and eliciting some keening little
squeals of pleasure out of the redhead. She realized that it
made her feel just as dominant and controlling to make
Rhonda squirm with pleasure as it did to make her flinch in
pain; if anything, it only added to the recipe of
humiliation.
“You just love my fucking hands on your tits, don’t you,
bitch?” she growled into the redhead’s shoulder.
“I can hear you moaning like a fuck-whore too, baby, so
don’t tell me you’re not getting off having your big ones
squeezed out,” the redhead said, her breath hot against
Christina’s hair. Both girls added a fusillade of wringing and
nipple pinching to the mix, and for several more minutes
they were too involved in shrieking into each other’s mouths
in pain and fury to say anything intelligible. Finally both
girls seemed to cup each other, smacking fitfully at each
other’s quivering, sore breasts in a final assault before
they seemed to reach a silent agreement that they had done
enough damage in this phase of the fight.
Christina grabbed a handful of Rhonda’s hair and forced her head
backward just as both girls came up out of the clinch,
gasping for air. She felt her own hair yanked and her chin
met Rhonda’s; as the girls scuffled Rhonda’s chin slipped
past hers and she felt her open mouth scraping across
Rhonda’s cheek for a second before the other girl’s soft
mouth brushed hers. The fighters hissed at each other and
Christina flinched as Rhonda bit at her cheek; she twisted and
their mouths collided again in the dark in a smash of
tangled lips and clacking teeth against teeth. The desire to
feast on Rhonda’s tangy-aroma’d girlish flesh was
overwhelming Christina and she briefly held the redhead against
her and sank her teeth into the soft skin of her jaw line,
holding the bite just long enough to produce a squeal of
pain from Rhonda. Rhonda forced her chest back against
Christina’s and the brunette felt herself tottering backward on
her knees with the redhead coming after her. She felt her
knees give way and Rhonda’s body pressing her downward with
first her breasts, then her stomach and hips contacting
Christina’s. Christina’s lower legs splayed out to either side and her
thighs spread to take on the weight of the other girl’s body
and for the first time in the fight she found her body being
overwhelmed by the cocktail waitress’s.
Rhonda bore down on her, her abdominals tensing to steely
hardness against Christina’s belly and Christina’s abs leaping in
response as she tried to keep her body hard against
Rhonda’s. The other girl’s hips were the final nail in the
coffin as she felt her shoulder blades touch the cold
linoleum floor. Rhonda’s sinewy body writhed over her,
adding a new dimension of pain and pleasure as Christina found
her own body unable to avoid contact with the dominatrix.
Rhonda gathered her arms under the small of Christina’s back and
held her, nose to nose for a moment as the duelists
considered their position. The girls panted against each
other’s open mouths and Christina closed her eyes as she drank in
Rhonda’s sweet, hot breath and filled the other girl’s
gaping mouth with her own. Her nostrils flared as she
sniffed the ruined smell of perfume and sweat that still
kissed Rhonda’s face and the tangy scent of her mouth so
close to Christina’s. Suddenly the redhead maneuvered her upper
body so she was no longer smashing her breasts down on
Christina’s, separating their sweating bellies for a moment as
she seemed to reposition herself for some new phase in the
battle. Her breasts with their still dangerous nipples
hovered over Christina’s still jutting bosom and Christina felt her
own nipples erect and ready for any combat Rhonda wanted
from them. And in fact the other girl did allow her stiffies
to press into Christina’s tip to tip for a moment before she let
them drift off target. She began to glide her erect nipples
and the soft, caressing flesh of her breasts over Christina’s
boobs, and Christina suddenly realized that the other girl was
going to erotically tease and taunt her pair from her new
position of dominance. She briefly managed to arch her back
and thrust her own boobs back against Rhonda’s but it was
impossibly to maintain that defiant stance for long and soon
she found her back flattening against the floor again.
“You like that, bitch?” Rhonda whispered, her face hovering
over Christina’s, barely touching her nose to Christina’s nose, her
open mouth to Christina’s gaping, panting mouth. “Like the way my
tits feel on yours?”
“You dirty fucking whore,” Christina whispered, her yawning mouth
yearning to bite Rhonda’s. She felt Rhonda’s warm boobs
caress slow circles around her boobs, raking her nipples
with agonizing slowness across Christina’s quivering tits,
finally allowing her tit flesh to alight on top of the
brunette’s waiting breasts. Christina groaned as Rhonda let more
and more weight press down on top of Christina’s bare boobs; the
redhead’s breasts felt like two balls of warm dough flowing
down over Christina’s tingling tits, caressing and massaging her
abraded bosom until her sleek, muscled belly met and kissed
the brunette’s navel to navel.
“Now I’m going to make you want me like you always wanted
me,” Rhonda purred, her lips brushing Christina’s as she spoke.
“Like you always wanted me in a dirty little fuck.” For the
first time since the fight had started Christina felt Rhonda’s
steaming hot crotch press down on top of her hers, and she
instinctively twisted her pelvis to tilt her own vulva
upward into position so that they aligned neatly with the
other girl’s bulging lips.
“You’re the one that wanted that fat pussy of yours on mine
so I hope you enjoy it, bitch,” Christina murmured, torn between
the desire to rub her hot snatch into Rhonda’s and the
knowledge that giving in to the redhead’s seduction would
only lose her this fight. She knew that her nylon shorts,
even though in a way they almost magnified the feelings
radiating off her pussy, still afforded her a barrier
against Rhonda’s sex, just as the redhead’s soaked thong
crotch protected her. She shuddered to think what might
happen if her glistening labia were to come into direct
contact with Rhonda’s. She could feel the heat roiling off
the other girl’s pussy as if it might melt the fabric
holding their two superheated cunts apart. Christina’s breasts
felt as if they might explode either with pain or pleasure
as Rhonda’s breasts overwhelmed hers.
“I’m going to enjoy every minute of pussy-fighting with
you,” Rhonda growled.
“Is that what you’re looking for you slut?” Christina demanded.
“A pussy to pussy fight?”
“You’ve been asking for it,” Rhonda purred. “You’ve been
asking for a pussy fight for a long time.”
“You’re the one who’s asking for it, bitch,” Christina whispered.
Every time either girl spoke their lips touched now. “Why
don’t you just admit you’ve always wanted to fuck me.”
“Shut your mouth, whore,” Rhonda said.
“Why don’t you shut it for me?” Christina taunted, twitching her
hips against the redhead’s and evoking a hiss of fury from
Rhonda. Rhonda twisted her mouth sideways against Christina’s and
their lips came into full contact for several aching
seconds; in other circumstances the action would have been a
kiss but here in the darkness it was just another taunting,
maddening challenge between the two rivals, like two
elephant seals fighting for dominance with their mouths. The
contact was light at first, delicate enough to send another
wave of goose bumps along Christina’s body. But Rhonda continued
to press and Christina eagerly pressed back until their lips were
compressed painfully. Their mouths were still open wide and
Christina could sense Rhonda’s teeth and her delicious tongue
lying in wait just as hers were, but neither girl dared yet
cross the threshold between their open mouths and explore
the forbidden territory within. For all the sexuality of
this long duel Christina was still able to delude herself that
she and Rhonda were fighting each other and she wasn’t yet
ready to discard that illusion. Both girls growled and
groaned as they pressed their lips together almost painfully
before finally pulling away.
To be continued