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Sexfighting and Titfighting / School days, Rivalries reborn and endless - Two-tone

« Last post by Susanoom on Today at 12:32:27 AM »

It was an ordinary afternoon, one of those days when the sun filtered warmly through the windows of a small crowded bar near the city's high school. The intense aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air amid the buzz of people relaxing after a long day, students and adults alike.
At the corner table sat Jessica, her posture straight as if to convey elegance, even though she was there to relax. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, her piercing blue eyes attracting attention even before her sexy body, wrapped in a light orange dress that accentuated her curves.
Next to her sat Iri, with black hair streaked in pink that expressed the rebellious touch of her personality. Compared to Jessica, the girl sat slouched, her legs spread and her back fully against the backrest, while she threw her head back, her hair cascading downward beyond the chair.
The tattoos on her arm were visible thanks to the grey sports top she was wearing, her voluminous breasts pulling at that fabric as if wanting to tear it. She would be going to the gym in a few hours, preparing in advance so as not to miss her appointment with the head cheerleader.
"Really, I don't understand that girl," sighed Iri, slamming the palm of her hand against the table. "She hasn't been in touch for two days."
Jessica shifted her gaze to her friend, her blue eyes lingering on the girl's large breasts while she looked back at her with exasperated eyes.
"Sit better. I remind you that you're a cheerleader," said Jessica calmly, turning to look elsewhere.
Iri remained silent for a few seconds, perplexed as to whether her friend had at least listened to her words. They had been talking for ten minutes, and Jessica hadn't yet responded to her complaints. Huffing, Iri straightened up, sitting more properly even though her legs remained quite open.
"Jem had said she had to make the girl pay. It seemed like something big... but since then, nothing has happened. Not even a message."
"Maybe she's had problems, we can't know," Jessica shrugged. "I said to sit properly."
The head cheerleader pushed her leg against Iri's, forcing the girl to close them so that her leggings wouldn't show anything of what she was wearing on her hips.
"Yes, but... uff," Iri ended without saying more. She felt that she wouldn't find a solution at that moment. Jessica was already in that mindset. All that was left was to wait for Jem to show up. "...but here, no one takes orders? Do I have to go to the counter myself?"
Jessica gave a small smile, nodding while Iri, even more exasperated, got up from the table to order. Her icy eyes lingered for a second on the girl's firm ass as she walked, thinking that maybe she should try going to the gym too.
Jessica's fingers drummed on the table, lost in thoughts about her friend. Despite everything, she worried about Jem, if the blonde hadn't been heard from yet, her situation probably hadn't gone as well as hoped.
A too-familiar figure suddenly entered the head cheerleader's field of vision. The dark-skinned girl smiled at her, approaching while her black hair bounced slightly. Her body was concealed by a grey and purple sports suit that adhered perfectly to her curves, emphasizing a quite deep portion of her cleavage and a physique that would make any girl jealous.
Ellie saw Jessica sitting alone, and a mischievous glint crossed her eyes. Without hesitating, she approached the table and sat down across from her without invitation, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Hi, Jess," Ellie said in a honeyed voice laced with sarcasm. "You look all alone, problems with your friends?"
Jessica looked up at the girl, stiffening slightly. It had been a few months since the confrontation between the two cheerleaders during the championship. And Ellie had won, literally crushing Jessica with her ebony girls, leaving her on the ground humiliated and in pain.
Ellie remembered that moment well and wasted no time reminding her rival of what had happened. The girl leaned slightly forward, making sure the zipper of her sweatshirt opened just enough to reveal her generous cleavage.
"I have to admit that every time I see you... I remember how easy it was to destroy you. It was like crushing a cloud with something solid," the girl chuckled provocatively while Jessica clenched her fists under the table.
Ellie leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms under her chest, her dark eyes gleaming with arrogance as she stared at Jessica, her blue eyes enchanted by the frustration and anger of having to remember her defeat.
"Come on, little one. Tell me the truth," the black girl began. "You still think about it, don't you? How my breast crushed yours, slowly, until it gave way? Do you remember that moment when you felt your tits flattening against mine... and you realized there was nothing more to be done?"
Jessica felt the heat rising to her cheeks, lowering her gaze for an instant. Her eyes fixed on her perfect cleavage, now in top form. The cheerleader snapped her gaze up, nervous.
"Stop it, Ellie. It happened only once, and it's not like it traumatized me for life."
"One time alone was enough, honey," the ebony girl laughed. "I heard you gasping, I saw the defeat in your eyes as your breast gave way, surrendering to mine." Ellie leaned forward again, lowering her voice to a whisper. "And the best part is that you know it too. You still feel it, don't you? That sensation of being completely dominated."
"You seem obsessed, you know," Jessica said, trying to maintain her composure. "You keep thinking about it because it's the only time you won against me. What a great achievement, then."
"Oh yeah?" Ellie arched an eyebrow, amused. "Yet I remember that at the beginning you were so sure of yourself. About how your breast was big, full, that you would crush me. And then... poof. You moan when your breast just... surrendered."
"It wasn't a moan, it was... annoyance," Jessica pursed her lips. "And anyway, stop dredging up this story. If you want a rematch, just say it instead of sitting there boasting."
"And why would I want one?" Ellie smiled, shaking her head. "I already know how it would end. You'd be crushed against the wall again." The girl paused, her smile widening. "And admit it, Jess. A part of you enjoyed losing to something superior."
Jessica opened her mouth to reply, but at that moment, Iri set the cups on the table with a thud, a bit too decisively, interrupting the conversation. Her gaze darted quickly between Ellie and Jessica, loaded with irritation.
"Ellie," Iri said in a sharp voice, sitting next to her friend and placing a protective hand on her shoulder. "Don't you have anything else to do?"
Ellie slowly turned her head toward Iri, the amused smile curving her lips as she rested her eyes on the girl's prosperous chest, hidden by the light top. She took a sip of the coffee that Iri had just brought as if it were hers, setting it down calmly.
"Calm down, sugar. I was just reminding Jessica how fun it was the last time we... confronted each other." The ebony girl tilted her head slightly to the side. "I see you still prefer to watch while your little friends get crushed one after the other."
"Yes, I heard," Iri narrowed her eyes. "And since you're so fixated on confrontations, why don't you try with someone you haven't beaten yet?" The brunette's lips opened in an arrogant grin. "Or are you afraid your chocolate will melt against a vanilla that's a bit more resistant?"
Ellie laughed again, leaning forward, elbows on the table, slowly lowering the zipper to show more of her cleavage to the two girls. Iri's eyes lowered to the girl's dark skin, then returned to fix on Ellie with confidence.
"Vanilla is... delicate by definition. Soft, too soft. Chocolate is dense, mine is. It would soften any vanilla I placed it on top of."
Iri didn't lose her smile, imitating Ellie's posture and pushing forward until their faces were just a few centimetres apart, her chest pressing against the table.
"You talk a lot, but you forget that vanilla has an intense, persistent taste. And my vanilla is like that. It resists, adapts... and then envelops all the dark chocolate possible, making it melt."
"What a beautiful fantasy," Ellie arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by the rival's confidence. "But reality is different, little one. I would never melt. My chocolate would press, crush... dominate. And with you it would be the same."
"Reality is what you see, Ellie," Iri smiled. "You could press all the chocolate you have, but it would be pushed back, crushed... flattened by my best vanilla."
"You know what?" Ellie bit her lower lip, excited by the challenge. "You're really making me want it. I want to hear you moan while my breast overwhelms you. I want to look you in the eyes at the exact moment you realize you have no chance. Chocolate always wins over vanilla."
"And I want to hear you beg when my vanilla envelops you," Iri moved even closer. "When it squeezes your chocolate. I want to see your frustrated eyes when my breast crushes you, when it shows you who really commands. And you, with all your arrogance, are just asking for someone to put you in your place."
For a long moment, the two girls stared into each other's eyes in silence, their breaths slightly accelerated. Jessica felt her heart starting to beat fast in her chest as she knew those words were not just empty promises.
"So it's decided," Ellie was the first to break the silence. "Whenever you want, honey. But know that afterward, you won't be able to look at me without remembering that I dominated you."
"Oh, but it will be right now. Right here," Iri returned the smile. "And I'll make sure you tremble every time you see me pass by."
The two girls returned to staring at each other in silence, their smiles dangerous and arrogant, while their breasts pressed against the table. Iri got up first, followed by Ellie, and the two girls started walking toward the bar's bathroom.
"Jess, don't let anyone in," Iri smiled. "It won't take long."
Ellie grunted, following her rival into the warm room while Jessica watched the door close in front of her. The head cheerleader would have preferred to witness the entire fight, but the sounds would surely attract people, and she had to prevent her friend from being discovered in an embarrassing situation.
Inside, the two girls started walking around each other. Their eyes quickly lowered to the other's covered breast, looking at how full the rival's curves were.
"I'd say let's start," Ellie smiled.
The ebony girl slowly brought her hands to the zipper of her sweatshirt, her dark eyes never leaving Iri's as she lowered the zipper, centimetre by centimetre. The fabric opened, first revealing the smooth skin of her chest, an intense chocolate that seemed to attract the warm light of the bathroom. When the zipper reached the bottom, Ellie slid her shoulders back, letting the sweatshirt open completely. Underneath, she wore nothing.
Her enormous 36EE emerged proudly, round and heavy, with a fullness that defied gravity. The black nipples were already slightly hardened from excitement, her flesh lifting with a slight bounce when the sweatshirt fell to the floor.
Ellie inhaled deeply, making her chest swell further, a slow smile curving her lips as she observed her rival's nervous reaction.
"Here's all the chocolate you need to worry about, honey."
Iri's gaze became even more intense observing her rival's enormous breasts. She brought her hands to the edge of her grey top, gripping it decisively. Instead of a slow approach, Iri lifted the top with a provocative and aggressive movement, pulling it upward and sliding it over her skin until completely freeing her breast. Iri's 36EE exploded free with an inviting bounce, the breast full and firm. The pink nipples were already turgid, pointed forward toward the rival pair. As soon as the top ended up on the floor next to Ellie's sweatshirt, Iri ran a hand through her hair, thrusting her chest out and making her breasts sway like a threat.
"Here's my vanilla, bitch," the girl said. "Ready to melt you."
The two girls found themselves a few steps apart, their naked breasts facing each other, while the excitement made their nipples grow even more. Outside, Jessica guarded the door, knowing that the two girls were about to start a hard and intense duel that neither would forget. Suddenly, the cheerleader heard a dull thud.
Without waiting, the two girls lunged at each other, taking a step forward with an arrogant confidence of being the better woman, their dense breasts meeting with a fleshy thud that filled the entire bathroom. Iri's pink flesh and Ellie's ebony flesh flattened at the point of collision against their counterpart, trembling and shaking as the two girls began to grind their tits together, keeping their chests pressed.
At first glance, Iri's lighter breasts seemed to spread slightly more, yet resisting the rival's 36EE. Each girl placed her hands on the other's shoulders, slowly starting to bring each breast into closer contact against the rival's. Ellie's right breast pushed against Iri's left tit, shoving it slightly back. When the Italian girl pushed her right tit into the American girl's left one, the chocolate sphere deformed slowly.
"My tits will smother yours, bitch," Iri smiled, thrusting her tits forward.
Ellie grunted, feeling her flesh being pressed back. The black girl shifted her leg behind her, adding more force to her next push to crush the rival's pink tits back, Iri's flesh squashing against the chocolate tits as the smile faded from her lips.
"Nice, but it won't be my girls left breathless," Ellie replied, an arrogant grimace on her face.
Both pushed at the same time, grunting together as the heavy sensation of the rival's breast pressing against the chest became more evident, starting to make their dense tits slide one over the other, forcing each pair to shift and bend, moulding against the rival's pair.
The two pairs of breasts continued to hold up in the same way, and both girls lowered their gaze to see signs of yielding on the other's chest, trying to force their breasts together more to prove who was firmer, finding a continuous stalemate of firmness.
Iri slid her 36EE over Ellie's breast, bending them from above before the American girl pulled back slightly to make the two pairs roll together until they returned to the same height, dragging the nipples into Iri's areolas as she shifted her heavy tits to the sides.
Iri's long tips dragged across the rival's chocolate skin, sinking in as she dragged her breasts in movements contrary to the rival's, meeting the dark nipples in every motion. The two pairs of nipples rubbed together, sending a shiver down the spines of both girls, bending each other, and continuing their path.
"My hard tips are bending yours again, bitch," Ellie gasped, feeling Iri's nipples bend.
"Your weak nipples are succumbing to mine, slut," Iri grunted, pushing the rival's black tips upward.
Ellie rotated her shoulders with a growl, sending her right breast against the rival's tit. Iri narrowed her eyes, slamming her left tit against Ellie's, their flesh being pushed back as their bodies rotated on the spot, pressing more together with their thighs squashing.
Jessica, leaning against the door to keep it closed, heard the sounds of the fight between her friend and her adversary coming from the bathroom, feeling more curious about what was happening inside. Her vigilant eyes looked around her before turning and slightly opening the door to peek.
Her eyes saw the two girls pushing each other, their bodies separated enough to allow the two girls to arch their backs and slam their tits together with a slap that made the head cheerleader's blue eyes widen. Jessica felt her nipples starting to harden as she watched the flesh of the two girls compress together, trembling slightly on their chests and rippling.
The head cheerleader had to quickly close the door before a fleshy slap could escape. The image of the two girls' breasts squashing together was hotter than she could imagine, even though she hoped to see Ellie destroyed.
"You'll go down flat, honey," Ellie growled, bringing her breast over Iri's pair and pushing downward.
"Only if I allow you," hissed the Italian girl, rotating her shoulders to make the rival's tits slide between hers before slamming forward. "But first, I'll erase your sagging chest."
The Italian girl moved her hands to the rival's arms, slamming her tits forward again into the deep cleavage of the American girl. The chocolate tits moved on Ellie's chest with each slap, making the black girl moan as she staggered backward.
Ellie hissed, coming forward again, bending forward to slide her breast under Iri's pair before snapping upright. The chocolate 36EE crashed against the underside of Iri's breasts, her flesh flattening against the rival's tits before bouncing upward.
The Italian girl moaned in pain, losing her grip on the rival as the weight of her own breast forced her to take a step back to avoid falling. Ellie smiled, pushing forward as the rival's tits descended, stabbing Iri's tender flesh with her black nipples, grunting from the recoil of the reddened 36EE slamming against her breast.
"Here we are, slut," Ellie smirked. "Your little tits can't keep up with mine."
The American girl rotated her hips to launch her tits from the side, slamming her heavy tits from the right into Iri's chest, squashing her flesh against her own chest while the Italian girl cursed, her body being shifted by the force of the blow, before Ellie slapped the tits from the other side.
Jessica heard the continuous thuds coming from the door, sometimes louder and sometimes less consistent. She continued to become more and more curious, starting to peek inside the bathroom whenever she could to try to catch glimpses of the duel between the two girls.
The head cheerleader saw how Ellie continued to hammer her breast into the rival's chest, forcing Iri to move around the bathroom without being able to respond to the blows due to the pain. Jessica's eyes stopped seeing her friend when Ellie pushed her backward, into the area hidden by the door, and away from the view of the girl outside the bathroom.
"Fuck," Jessica hissed, closing the door behind her again.
Ellie seemed to start gaining the upper hand on her friend, she, too, had found herself having to face the incredible breasts of the black girl. Her smaller tits had resisted admirably, but each slap forced them to mold increasingly. Jessica hoped that Iri could really make it, her larger and denser breasts could take Ellie's, but the sight of the American girl pounding her friend's tits made her more frustrated.
"Where's your arrogance gone, Italian slut? My firmer tits are too much for your weak chest?" Ellie hissed amusedly, slamming her pair into Iri's breast. "Chocolate is always better than vanilla."
Iri let out a frustrated moan, feeling her breasts slapped from one side to the other. After Ellie shattered her breasts frontally against the Italian girl's pair, Iri planted her feet to avoid shifting again, stopping and forcefully thrusting her breast forward, meeting the black girl's next push.
Their flesh flattened together, visibly swelling at the sides, while Ellie found herself suddenly staggering back, moaning from the sudden pain that exploded in her breasts. Their tits trembled on their chests as their bodies separated, and Iri lunged at her rival again.
Another fleshy slap filled the bathroom, the sweat that had formed on their skin catapulted into the air as Ellie's arms grabbed her rival's waist, pushing her 36EE into the Italian girl's chest. Iri grunted uncomfortably, thrusting her breast into the rival's chest and returning the grip.
Jessica's eyes returned to peek through the slightly open door, watching the two enormous pairs of breasts shifting, Ellie's ebony flesh bent to the side before swelling at the sides, returning to their original shape when she pushed forward. Iri's heavy breasts squashed upon impact with the rival pair, spilling against Ellie's chest while the wet sounds of their fighting flesh continued to fill the air.
"Give, bitch," Iri growled, pushing back her rival's breast. "I can feel your bags softening."
"Make me," Ellie hissed, slapping her tits forward. "Your chest will be flat before that happens."
Their faces began to express their discomfort, neither could hide the pain they felt in their breasts, continually pressed together, their nipples duelling, immersed in their fused flesh, the dark skin mixing with the reddened skin.
The two girls pulled closer, pressing their bodies more together as they staggered around the bathroom, rotating until they could no longer even identify where the door was from which Jessica was watching them, concentrating all their attention on their heavy breasts, trying to subdue the other's.
Ellie separated her body from her rival's suddenly, rising on her tiptoes before slamming her tits into Iri's chest from a different height, slapping her pair on top of the rival's chest with a loud wet smack.
The Italian girl remained with her mouth open, a muffled moan escaping her almost without force, while Ellie smiled arrogantly, pressing her heavy breast more forcefully into the rival's pair. Iri moaned again, arching her back to push the chocolate pair upward with her tits, feeling the flesh trembling from the effort.
Dropping suddenly, Iri bent her knees to charge the upward thrust. Ellie found herself bending forward, her eyes widening when the Italian girl seemed to jump, forcefully thrusting her tits into the underside of the ebony breast.
"Fuuuuuuck!" Ellie moaned loudly.
Iri continued to rise until she was on her tiptoes, forcing Ellie's tits to lift above hers while the rival's body arched backward. Stepping back, the Italian girl let her rival's heavy breast fall, landing on the American girl's chest with a thud, before slapping the breast forward.
Jessica heard the black girl's moan through the closed door, smiling as she imagined her friend's breasts pounding hard against the rival's dark pair. The head cheerleader's nipples hardened until they pressed against the fabric of her dress, a warm shiver running down her back as her eyes wandered around the bar, making sure no one was listening.
"I'll pound your weak breasts until they disappear, little slut," Iri hissed with a malicious smile.
Ellie growled angrily, slamming her tits forward with force. The Italian girl grunted as her flesh was pushed back, slapping her 36EE forward with dominance. In no time, the bathroom filled with the wet sounds of the enormous tits meeting every second, the grunts and moans of the two girls mixing in the air.
The two pairs of breasts bounced and trembled visibly as they were crashed against the opposing pair, each girl thrusting her proud tits forward, trying to break the enemy's chest with the pure force of their breasts, the nipples continuing to meet in the middle, bending and scraping the rival areolas.
Sweat splashed freely with each impact, mixing on their pressed-together skin. The two girls continued to slam their breasts with unrelenting force, their flesh continuing to ripple as the two pairs kept being forcibly launched into the adversary's chest. Iri moan of pain when Ellie launched her entire body forward, slamming it against the Italian girl's with a dull thud, the reddened tits flattening more, pushed back by the chocolate pair.
"Feel your tits softening, slut?" Ellie hissed as the two pairs squashed each other. "Feel your tits breaking?"
Iri grunted without responding, pumping her breast against the rival's dark pair, feeling how Ellie repelled her tits with every thrust, moaning when the Italian girl slapped back her 36EE, causing more pain in the chocolate chest.
Ellie let out a low growl as she pulled back, quickly arching her back to launch her heavy tits forward. Iri was left breathless when the collision forced the air out of her lungs, her breast flattening more against her, bouncing back to its original shape as she stumbled backward.
Iri's face expressed the pain she felt in her breast as her rival continued to repeatedly slap her tits into her chest, swinging her heavy breasts to slam forcefully into the Italian girl's tits. Iri yelped as she stumbled to the side, straightening up before the cheerleader swung from the other side, completely catching the rival's right tit with her heavy breast.
"My chocolate... is too much for you?" Ellie hissed during a swing, watching her rival's body lower to the side. "Feel how... I'm... destroying you?"
Iri screamed when Ellie thrust her tits into her chest, the black nipples impaling the Italian girl's soft flesh, pushing her forcefully and forcing her to stagger back. The flesh rippled and trembled visibly on both chests, deforming when Ellie swung her tits again into her rival's left breast, slamming her back until she hit the sink with her ass. Panting, Iri turned to swing her tits with force, clashing with the ebony girl's pair in the midst of her movement. The wet slap echoed in the bathroom, followed by the moans of pain from both girls.
Jessica froze when she heard the two girls moaning outside the door, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. The cheerleader opened the door slightly, peeking inside. The cheerleader's icy eyes saw Ellie pushing her heavy, sweaty breasts into the Italian girl's back. Iri pressed herself against the sink, her mouth wide open to moan in pain.
Iri looked down at her rival, growling as she slammed her breasts into the black girl's cleavage, making her grunt as Ellie pushed back, forcing her rival's body to bend backward.
“I'm crushing your chest, bitch,” hissed the ebony girl.
The door slammed shut as Ellie slammed her breasts into Iri's chest relentlessly, shifting her breasts from side to side to press her 36EEs into the Italian girl's.
Iri gasped heavily, her back pressing painfully against the edge of the sink as her head touched the mirror behind her. The Italian girl's reddened flesh continued to deform under the weight of Ellie's breasts. The ebony girl smiled as she heaved her tits into her rival's 36E's.
“Look how they melt, baby,” Ellie hissed. “Chocolate breaking your vanilla.”
Iri moaned again, feeling her rival's dark nipples cutting into her skin as the weight on her breasts increased again. She threw her head back as her rival slapped her breasts from above, forcing the Italian girl's body to press harder against the cold sink.
Iri managed to move one leg, placing her foot on her rival's hips before pushing hard. Ellie moaned in surprise, stumbling backwards until she stopped against one of the bathroom doors.
Her chest rose and fell with each laboured breath as she watched her rival climb down from the sink with a furious look in her eyes. Each girl felt her breasts throbbing, hot and swollen from the continuous pounding. This only fuelled their mutual hatred and desire to finish off their rival as quickly as possible.
Screaming, the two girls charged at each other. Their breasts met with a loud, fleshy slap, both taking a step back but quickly recovering and painfully slamming their 36EEs together. Each thrust forced her rival to retreat, but her rival came back with more force, slapping her breasts against the other's chest, making her moan and resume a vicious cycle of pain. Iri and Ellie arched their backs, their breasts crashing together relentlessly, moaning as their flesh deformed further.
Each pair bent severely against their rival's chest, crushed by the weight of the girl's breasts pushing forward. Ellie moaned after the Italian girl swung her breasts to the side, slamming her sweaty pair against her rival's right breast.
Iri found herself gasping as Ellie lifted her breasts with her hands, dropping them forcefully onto the reddened pair, forcing the Italian girl to bend forward under the weight of the ebony tits flattening her flesh from above. Their nipples continued to stab into each other's flesh, tracing red lines on the skin with each pass.
Iri's arms closed around Ellie's back, pulling her toward her and dragging her breasts into her enemy's chest, her breasts sliding up and down as the chocolate flesh seemed to melt against the vanilla for a few seconds before the American girl responded to the grip, grinding back.
Each breast yielded against the other, regaining its shape more slowly in the small space between their sweaty bodies, exchanging positions with every movement of their shoulders. The two girls moaned in pain and effort to resist the temptation to let go of each other's bodies.
The American girl's body began to arch backward as Iri's grip tightened, the Italian girl thrusting her hard nipples deep into her rival's breasts, satisfied by the black girl's pained moan as Ellie responded by pushing her breasts forward, forcing the reddened flesh to spill outward.
Iri stood on tiptoe, increasing the pressure on the black girl's breasts. Ellie grunted uncomfortably as her tits were crushed down by the Italian girl's heavy pair.
Iri's body leaned forward, increasing the pressure her breasts exerted on the chocolate pair, sweat dripping down their faces, falling into their stuck necklines, their flesh continuously crushed, changing force with every movement.
“Aaaaah... bitch,” Ellie hissed, pushing her breasts against the rival pair.
Iri moaned at the sensation of Ellie's black nipples stabbing into her flesh, forcing her to rotate her shoulders to bring her own nipples into contact with her rival's, bending each other over before slamming forward. Suddenly, the Italian girl pulled back, slamming her breasts forward with all her might.
Ellie groaned loudly, her arms letting go of her rival's body as Iri released her grip on the black girl. Ellie's legs trembled as she stumbled backward, her body slamming into the bathroom door, only stopping when the toilet caught her.
Ellie found herself falling onto the toilet seat, her legs spread as she lay there breathing heavily. Iri looked at her breathlessly, walking towards her as the American girl's head lowered to look at her sore breasts.
Ellie's eyes met Iri's as she sat on top of her, the Italian girl's ass wrapped in grey leggings pressing against the American girl's thighs, her legs intertwining as if to pin her rival against the toilet.
“Say goodbye... to your fucking tits... black whore,” Iri growled between breaths.
Ellie smiled wearily, her arms wrapping around her rival's body and pulling her toward her. Their breasts lay weakly together, crushing against each other as their nipples pressed point to point.
" Come and get... crushed for good... white slut," growled the American girl.
Iri hissed, narrowing her eyes as she slammed her breasts into her rival's, hugging Ellie's body in turn, their faces just inches apart. Their grip tightened suddenly, the heavy 36EEs swelling outward with explosive pressure.
Their lips couldn't hold back the desperate moan as their breasts were forced to crush together, their chests burning as the two girls began to rub their breasts against each other. The American girl hissed through clenched teeth at the sensation of her tits quivering against her rival's.
Iri moaned as Ellie's breasts pushed hers back, grinding slowly. She leaned forward, forcing her breasts to rub heavily against the chocolate breasts, pushing back the black girl's flesh. Their nipples continued to meet in the middle of their necklines, rubbing against each other.
Jessica heard the muffled moans of the two girls, peeking inside the bathroom to see neither of them fighting. Cursing, the head cheerleader tried to open the door wider, but a moan from Iri forced her to quickly close the only access point. Jessica didn't know what was going on. She was nervous from hearing the girls' continuous moans. Their duel had been going on for some time, and she couldn't block the bathroom much longer.
Ellie groaned in pain as her rival's reddened breasts ground against her chest, their flesh sliding over each other, mixing sweat and continuing to soften her breasts with every pass. Iri threw her head back as the American girl's dark nipples cut into her flesh.
“Give... just give...” Ellie growled, her arms tightening.
“Surrender... to me… bitch...” Iri hissed, rotating her shoulders to increase the pressure on their breasts.
The two girls moaned in unison, their sweaty foreheads pressed together as their hot breath mingled between their mouths, inches apart. Their arms trembled with the effort, each girl feeling the other's legs stiffen with pain. Their breasts continued to sway in a circular motion, ground down to exhaustion.
Ellie's glowing, sweaty flesh flattened further, beginning to lose its proud shape, deforming against her chest, her skin compressing increasingly. Iri's breasts began to spread asymmetrically, her firmness yielding as her flesh bent and merged with that of her rival.
The more the pressure on their chests increased, the more the two pairs continued to yield together. Iri's full flesh spread wide at the sides as if trying to escape the continuous pressure of her rival's breasts, being sucked toward the centre. Her flesh softened, liquefying against her rival's chest. Ellie's breasts suffered the same fate, her flesh moulding incessantly against the Italian girl's chest, her skin gradually receding as her breasts melted against her chest.
Arching her back simultaneously, in a last desperate lunge, Iri threw her head back, her mouth wide open in a pained moan. Ellie bowed her head, closing her eyes in disbelief at what had happened. Their flesh was erased, pushed totally against their chests, unable to remain a second longer to fight against the rival pair.
Both pairs of 36E's gave way together, flattening completely against each other, black on white, white on black. There was no longer any distinction between chocolate and vanilla, only a shapeless fusion of their crushed flesh, spread across the sides of their chests.
A deep, shared moan escaped their lips, an automatic surrender as the realization of defeat took hold of their minds. Their bodies trembled from the extreme effort, their arms fell to their sides, drained of energy, leaving the two girls panting, leaning against each other.
The bathroom remained immersed in a deathly silence, broken only by the two girls' still irregular breathing. Their breasts slowly moved apart when Iri got up from Ellie, their sticky skin separating as if detaching from a part of themselves. Their eyes betrayed their frustration at not being able to overcome their rival's breasts, dressing silently.
Ellie managed to pull the zipper of her sweatshirt halfway up, revealing her less inviting and softer cleavage. Iri slowly slipped on her sports top, feeling all too well how the fabric clung to her damp skin. Taking one last look at themselves in the mirror, adjusting just enough to avoid attracting attention, the two girls headed out of the bathroom.
Jessica heard the door behind her open, turning quickly without hiding her anxiety, happy that she no longer had to try to keep the girls complaining about getting into the bathroom out. Her eyes saw the two tired and strangely silent girls.
“Who...?” Jessica asked, an almost desperate look in her eyes to know who had won.
Ellie didn't even glance at her, walking past her as she moved away from them. Iri stared at her until she left the bar, shifting her gaze to her breasts before looking her friend in the eyes.
“Neither of us,” Iri shrugged. “We crushed each other.”
“Well...” Jessica looked at her friend in surprise, then smiled weakly. “At least she didn't win.” At least she didn't win."
The two cheerleaders returned to the table and ordered some cold water to refresh Iri. Jessica placed a hand on her friend's leg and gave her a reassuring look. She didn't want Iri to feel bad for not being able to defend her against a girl like Ellie, having done more than Jessica herself had managed to do.
That's when Jessica's phone vibrated with a voice message from Jem. The two girls looked at the screen before staring at each other, pressing the button to play their friend's trembling voice, leaning in so they could be the only ones to hear what Jem had to say in her broken voice, on the verge of tears.
"Girls... I'm sorry I disappeared. I... I lost. Claire destroyed me. We fought for a long time, I thought my boobs could... she destroyed me. I couldn't go on,“ there was a long pause, a stifled sob, ”I had to beat her for Tom... for me. I wanted to prove to her that I was better than her, that my breasts were better than hers... that I was the woman he deserved. But Claire is better than me... and when I told Tom everything... he got angry. He said I was pathetic, that I humiliated him by losing to her... We had a big fight... He left... he left me.“ Jem sobbed again. ”I'm alone, and I don't know what to do. I've lost everything... the fight, my confidence, Tom... I'll explain better tomorrow, if I can... I need you."
The message ended with a final sob, and the two girls remained silent for a few seconds. Iri knew perfectly well how important it was for Jem to win against Claire, important for her relationship. That defeat must have broken something inside her.
“Poor girl...” Iri said softly.
“It's hard when you lose, and the stakes are so high. Especially for a guy who then dumps you because you lost. What a fucking idiot.” Jessica's hands clenched the phone, a slight anger rising towards the asshole who had made her friend fight for him. “We'll go see her tomorrow. We have to be there for her.”
“Sure,” nodded Iri. “We have to be there for Jem... and maybe we'll make her understand that it's not worth destroying herself over a man who doesn't understand how much we're worth.”
The two cheerleaders left the bar under an already dark sky. The cold air hit them like a refreshing caress as they walked close together for warmth, leaving the bar behind them. The next day, they would stay with Jem, showing her that the important thing is to fight for yourself and for those who are truly by your side when your world falls apart.

***

With just a few days to go before Christmas, Kyle's house smelled of fresh pine from the decorated tree in the living room, and the flashing lights cast soft glows on the walls, creating that characteristic festive atmosphere. Claire was sitting on the sofa next to her boyfriend, the warmth of the fireplace heating the couple as they cuddled in silence, watching television, even though the boy's eyes were fixed on his girlfriend's curves, accentuated by her Christmas sweater.
“Come on, tell me,” Kyle smiled, “What are you going to give me for Christmas? Don't keep me in suspense!”
“If you really want to know...” Claire smiled, “You'll get what you've always wanted, love. A titfight.”
Kyle's eyes lit up with excitement, almost jumping up and down at the thought. He leaned forward, his happy childlike eyes making his girlfriend laugh as she playfully pushed him away with one hand.
"Really? God, Claire, that's the best gift I could imagine! And who will be your opponent? Tell me you already have someone in mind."
Claire shrugged. The idea itself made her thrill, but she hadn't yet thought about who to ask to lend themselves to the gift. She had decided to opt for this option when she couldn't find anything else to give her boyfriend, and she hadn't had time to actually think about who could be a good show.
“I don't know yet. Someone who will make the fight... memorable.”
Kyle stared at her, hesitating for a second. Claire looked at him questioningly, observing the innocent smile that appeared on her boyfriend's lips.
“Well, maybe I have an idea...”

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