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: