A multi-chapter story of coeds in heat: Bush War at the U

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BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 1
(By HGHunt)
Veronica Vanderkerler was anxious to begin her senior season as a front line hitter on her college's volleyball team. She was an excellent player on a very good team. She and the rest of the girls on her team got along well and many of the players returned from a team that had nearly won a regional championship the year before. The team spirit and camaraderie were great and besides the fact that all the best players returned was the prospect of a tall and talented junior college transfer who had led her JC team to the national finals the year before. Veronica and her teammates were very upbeat about the upcoming season. Coach Becka Winslow had the girls working out on their own before the practices began the first week of school at the end of August.
Veronica was the second tallest player on the team, standing 5 feet 11 inches tall. She was of Dutch descent and her long blonde hair framed a chiseled face with high cheekbones and startlingly beautiful blue eyes. She was slender, as were nearly all of her teammates, and shapely. She wasn't bountifully large in her breasts, but they were certainly "big enough" to set off her trim waist and long, long muscular legs. Yes, she was shapely if not top-heavy. On the volleyball court she was known as a terrific leaper and could jump well enough to compete successfully with girls several inches taller. She had played all three years before and had steadily moved up in the university's all-time statistics for kills and blocks. If she were to manage a terrific senior season she might well accede to the very top of the record book in both categories. She was really a solid team player, but in the back of her mind she was excited about the prospect of holding top honors in the school's volleyball record book.
Oh yes, I almost forgot. Veronica had a pet name in the locker room, and sometimes accidentally outside the locker room. It stemmed from the fact that about halfway through her freshmen season, at only 18 years of age, one of her teammates made a chuckling comment about Veronica's body. The girls changed together, showered together, and some even lived together. So it was no secret that Veronica was blessed with a very thick, glossy, and bountiful thatch of pubic hair. In contrast to her blonde hair above, her curly-haired bush was very deep dark brown. It was dense, very dense, and shimmered in the light. Unlike most of the other girls who trimmed much of their pubic fuzz into much smaller shapes and even hairless, Veronica enjoyed the natural look. The only accommodation to grooming was to shave the outermost hairs that grew far out to either side and down her leg. She was able to wear fashionable bathing suits without tipping off anyone of her fuzz-thicket underneath. She didn't wear high-cuts or thongs but she could cover her thatch with many different suits. Well, as the girls were showering one day during that season two and a half years before, in a jovial mood, the girls were discussing various things, when the topic of pubic hair came up. Sally, a girl since graduated, jokingly said that maybe she should go all natural, like "Queen Bush over there." She was referring to Veronica of course, and all the other girls knew it. Veronica blushed and the other girls laughed, but it was all in fun and Veronica took no offense.
From that day on the girls, when others weren't around and usually in the confines of their locker room, referred to Veronica as "Queen Bush", or "QB" for short. Most of the girls on the team had nicknames and this one stuck to Veronica. Sometimes they would even forget and use the "QB" moniker out in public or during a match. If anyone asked about it they just shrugged their shoulders and said they didn't know how the nickname had been acquired. Veronica actually took a bit of pride, deep inside, from the acknowledgement of her girlfriends that she was the Queen of Bush. Occasionally in the showers, as the girls joked around with each other, and Veronica joined in, she would prance around and do a little dance, grabbing her groin with both hands just to either side of her immense bush and pull her skin a bit wider, causing her already large bush to appear even larger. "Queen Bush sure took it to them tonight didn't she?" She had even taken to calling herself QB in the locker room and she felt it was not being conceited to do so. After all, it hadn't been her idea. She felt good about herself and her volleyball talent.
Well, well, well. Now that it was her senior season and the first day of practice had finished the girls headed to the showers as usual. The joking around among the girls was evident, but so was something else. When Chelsea Stoddermeyer strode in to the showers, after impressing all the girls with her obvious volleyball talent, the other girls took notice right away. Not only was Chelsea 6 feet 1 inch tall and a good leaper, shapely in every way, but Chelsea came through the door TOTALLY NATURAL. She was a very pretty brunette, with long shiny hair that fell to nearly halfway down her back. Her dark brown eyes were big and peered out from under long sexy lashes. She was striking in both looks and height. She had transmitted an aura of great confidence out on the court, and she carried that confidence with her into the showers as well.
"Oh my God!" mumbled Linda, one of the other girls on the team. "She has the biggest hairiest snatch I've ever seen." As the first to notice Chelsea, Linda took a quick glance over at "QB" to make a quick comparison. Veronica hadn't noticed right away as she was shampooing her hair and her eyes were closed. It took only a moment to realize that Chelsea was at least the match of Veronica in every fuzzy way. Chelsea was brunette with dark brown hair covering her groin practically halfway up to her navel. It spread out and away from her mound in a thick carpet. It was also evident that she did NOT trim or shave the edges as there were long dark pubic hairs growing along her upper inner thighs and off to the side of her mound. If she were to wear any sort of fashionable bathing suit she would be showing off a ton of thick dark hair all around the lower edges. In fact, even the short shorts worn by the volleyball team might not completely cover the hairs growing on the lowest extremity of her thatch. "Amazing!" thought Linda. As Chelsea stepped under the shower, unaware of the looks she was beginning to draw from the others, Linda reached over and nudged Amanda. "Would you look at that?" Pointing at Chelsea she added in artificially bad English, "Me thinks there might be a new QB!"
All six of the other girls in the shower eyed Chelsea's furry snatch and then without any shame turned their gaze to Veronica. Back and forth went six pairs of eyes. They were in the last group to shower as several girls had finished quickly and left. First they would look at Chelsea and then return to stare at Veronica and her hefty bush. It only took 20 or 30 seconds of this before Veronica became aware of the quiet in the room. She asked Tesha, "What's going on?"
"Well, Veronica. It looks like that bush of yours has some competition now." Only the sound of the showers was evident. The small talk had all ended. In fact, the air felt heavy with a sliver of tension. Chelsea had also become aware that they were talking about her, and noticed Veronica develop a frown of disdain as she looked in her direction.
Rashelle piped up, "Yeah, QB. I'm not sure you really ARE the QB any more!"
Finally Chelsea spoke up. Addressing Rashelle she asked, "Why did you call her 'QB'?"
Tesha blurted forth before Rashelle could answer and told the story of Veronica obtaining the nickname back in freshman year. Chelsea just smiled as Tesha concluded her story. "Well, well, well. Isn't that interesting. Maybe Veronica USED to have the best bush around here. Maybe she USED to have the nickname "Queen Bush", but it's obvious that a new queen has arrived."
Chelsea spoke with a venom tongue and as she finished she held her arms above her head and did a quick twirl around to give every girl there a good look at her prodigiously thick bush. She dropped her hands to her crotch and then slid her long slender fingers into her thicket from above. Slowly extending her fingers downward through her pussy fur she pulled the hair outward very slowly away from her mound. This stretched many of her long hairs out straight and away from her skin. This emphasized the length and thick consistency of her pubic growth for all who stared. EVERYONE was staring as she preened her soaking wet thatch. Damn, they realized, her hair was indeed very long and dense.
Veronica spat out a snarling retort, "No fucking beanpole JC bitch is going to come in here and take ANYTHING that is mine. That includes my nickname, my spot on the front row, or anything else. I've had that nickname for two and a half years, and I'll KEEP IT. Thank you just the same." It was obvious the comments had lighted a fuse inside Veronica that was very short. Her competitiveness would not stand for an interloper like Chelsea to get in her way. Now it was her turn. She exaggeratedly mimicked the previous actions of Chelsea. Turning around slowly 360 degrees, wiggling her hips as she rotated, she gave all the other girls a good view of her splendid tall body. Following Chelsea's lead, she too slid her fingers deeply down into her wet, glistening patch of fur and drew the hairs out in front of her own mound for the others to admire. They too were very long. The girls all stood in dumbstruck awe at what they were watching. It had never occurred to them before that there might be such a contentious issue surrounding pubic hair, but it was obvious that these two girls were very serious. Certainly there were other issues involved (like who would be the "go to" player on the front row), but the focus of their rivalry had now definitely arrived right at the V between their legs.
Chelsea shot right back, "Well, puny little thatch," making snide reference to Veronica's pubic patch, "where I come from, girls have to EARN their nickname. Why don't you have yourself a good look in the mirror before you decide that you can keep your "QB" title? I've obviously got the Queen Bush in this locker room, and there is nothing you can do about it."
Snarling right back at Chelsea, and taking a few steps closer Veronica retaliated, "Well I've already seen enough of you and your sparse little pussy to know that the Queen Bush title still belongs to me!" Placing her hands on her hips, water still dripping off her body, she thrust her thickly carpeted groin outward several inches in Chelsea's direction in direct challenge to Chelsea's claim.
The confident swagger Chelsea used as she took a couple of steps closer to Veronica actually surprised the other girls. They were used to viewing Veronica as a leader and watching Chelsea, apparently unimpressed, challenge her so belligerently came as a bit of a shock. Chelsea stopped about a foot and a half from Veronica. The two Amazons were quite a sight for the other girls. Tall, very tall stood the two athletic girls. Their hair was wet from the showers and drops glistened in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the shower room. Their tits stood out high and proud from their chests. But all pairs of eyes in the room were lower. Chelsea put her hands on her hips and thrust her furry mound far forward in angry acceptance of Veronica's challenge.
"Incredible, absolutely incredible," thought Tesha as she stared unashamedly at the two bushes pointing so menacingly at each other across the narrow space between them. Even with the saturation of their hair caused by the showers, the two patches stood out from Chelsea and Veronica's bodies thick and proud. As the two stared daggers of hate at each other they couldn't help but drop their eyes briefly to take a sneaky look for themselves at the relative merits of their bushes. Their bushes were only six inches apart and each girl could tell that the other girl across the inches was incredibly hairy down there and definitely a challenge to her own assets. All this happened very quickly and Veronica wasted no time in threatening Chelsea, "GIRL, I'll fuck you over so bad you won't ever want to lay eyes on me again. YOU can go back the fuck where you came from!"
"With THAT puny thing? Hah, don't make me laugh. Your hideous pussy couldn't fuck its way out of a paper bag. My pussy can out-fuck your jealous cxnt without even working up a sweat!" Tesha, Linda, Rashelle, Liz, Amanda, and Dawn all noted the gleeful way that Chelsea taunted Veronica. She had actually even laughed as she spewed forth her hatred. They were very surprised to hear her challenge Veronica so directly. THEY would never have dreamed of talking to her like that. Chelsea had actually inched forward a bit as she finished. Again she thrust her pussy mound out in shameless challenge to Veronica. The thick dark patches lined up with each other perfectly. Chelsea was slightly taller, but evidently she had a longer torso. The girls' legs were identical in length and that placed their furry mounds exactly at the same level.
The hatred and venom in Veronica's voice sounded scary to the other girls. "You fucking beanpole bitch! MINE is the QUEEN BUSH and the QUEEN PUSSY here, and you are about to find out for yourself that my pussy could fuck you over a thousand times!" With that she edged her body forward a bit, thrust out her mound until the most extended and longest hairs from their bushes were actually touching and mingling slightly together. The breathless excitement in the room was evident and the other girls were wondering where this was going when they heard a shout from just outside. "Hurry up in there ladies, I've got to get out of here for a meeting and you are taking too long. Speed it up." It was Becka, who the girls called "coach" that was telling them to hurry.
The awkward moment in the showers was met with disappointment from the rest of the team. They had been wishing to see THIS confrontation through to conclusion. The coach telling them to hurry disrupted that. Before the two tall young women parted they each leaned forward and whispered threats to each other. "I will fuck you over!" Veronica whispered. Chelsea whispered back, "I will fuck YOU over!" With hateful eyes never leaving the other, they parted and finished their showers in silence.
An unusual silence hung over the locker room as the girls toweled off, changed into their regular clothes and departed. Becka thought it odd, since the usual atmosphere was one of jovial playfulness. She forgot all about it as the girls left and she closed the locker room and headed off to an athletic department meeting.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2

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CHAPTER 2
(By HGHunt)
Bush War at the U Chapter 2
Tesha and Linda were roommates and as they hiked back to their dorm they talked excitedly about what they had witnessed. "Wow! That was incredible!" Tesha excitedly exclaimed. "I was getting all wet down there just thinking about those two going at it. Who do you think would win?"
Linda was practically hyperventilating and could hardly talk coherently. She mumbled out "Good God, I'm still horny thinking about those two amazons locking their angry pussies together. Oh yeah. You asked me a question didn't you? Who would win?" She repeated the question as she thought while they walked across the bridge towards their dorm. Finally she managed to speak. "Chelsea. I think Chelsea would win. Her pussy hair is so thick and long. I don't think Veronica quite measures up. I give the edge to Chelsea. What do you think?"
Tesha had already thought about her own answer and she vigorously disagreed with Linda. "No way! Did you see how angry Veronica was? She has been a leader on our team for two years, and there is not a chance she would lose to Chelsea. Besides, I think that if Veronica didn't trim her bushy thatch around the edges to fit inside her bikini, she would have just as much bush as Chelsea, maybe more."
The two girls walked along the rest of the way home in silence, tingly excitement wafting along with them as they went. Neither girl could get her mind off what she witnessed. It made them both horny thinking about the possibilities. Each wondered if anything would come of the confrontation. After dinner the two girls headed back to their room together and prepared to study. It was hot in August and the girls were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. Linda sat at her desk to work on her Chemistry and Tesha lay back on her lower bunk to read her novel for literature class. Linda was a brunette as was Tesha. Both girls had lithe, slim figures common among volleyball players. Each was about 5' 7" and their pretty faces would make them eye-candy at any party. Obviously neither girl was as tall as the two amazons, but they were fine specimens of coed femininity. Neither girl was a lesbian but they were natural flirts, sometimes even with each other.
Linda was stumped by one of her problems and she leaned back and looked across the room to see Tesha lying on the bed with her novel closed on the bed and her right arm across her tummy with her hand making slow circular rubs over her pussy mound. Her tight shorts showed a small wet patch of fabric right at the confluence of her pussy lips. Linda smiled and watched as Tesha's eyes opened and she noticed Linda staring. "God, I got so horny just imagining those two going at each other with their mammoth bushes that I couldn't help myself. I was imagining that I was Veronica and was fucking Chelsea silly. I really wish I could be part of that." She was really into it because she unashamedly continued stroking her pussy through her shorts, making the wet stain grow even larger. She didn't even try to hide her masturbation from Linda.
Linda pursed her lips and cooed, "Oooooh, fuck yes. Just thinking about those two bushes nestling into each other makes me hot too! My fantasy though is wishing I was Chelsea and could pussy-fuck Veronica into submission. I just know I could if I had Chelsea's thick bush." Copying a page out of Tesha's book, she leaned back in her chair and straightened her legs out into a large V. Her left hand dove to her own pussy and began to massage it through the thin fabric of her tight cotton shorts.
The two girls eyed each other and wicked thoughts raced through their heads. Tesha spoke up again. "Remember how exciting that looked when they stood toe-to-toe and bush-to-bush. I'd like to relive that all over again. In fact maybe they are having their 'bush war' right this very minute. Damn, that's an exciting thought!"
"What are we waiting for? I'm wishing the same thing." Linda stood up and put her hands on her hips. Mimicking the pose she had watched earlier she intoned, "I'm Chelsea."
Tesha sprang from the bed in almost delirious expectation. "I'm Veronica," she spoke as if she was a queen and in charge of the world. She strutted over to "Chelsea" (Linda) and put her hands on her own hips as she stared at her, feigning an angry look. The two girls were acting the part, facial expressions and all, that recreated the events they had witnessed in the shower. "I'm gong to fuck you over bitch! No 2-bit JC pussy is a match for mine."
Linda closed the gap between them. "You're a scrawny cxnt and it's ugly fuzz won't stand a chance woman to woman with me!" She literally spit her words, the fuming anger in her voice sounded very real to Tesha. "Let's get it on then cxnt!" Tesha spat right back. She thrust her hips out severely in front of her as Linda matched her movement symmetrically. Their two mounds met and the heat from their horny pussies passed between them. Tesha growled, "Fuck you!" Linda purred right back, "Fuck YOU!" They were really getting in the mood!
Tesha's hands reached down and grabbed Linda's waist. She pulled it toward her thrusting mound and ground against Linda's reciprocating thrust. Each pussy was feeling the angry pussy of the other girl. Their mounds slammed together time and time again, each jolt sent stabbing shockwaves of pleasure through their lower bodies. They grunted and growled obscenities at each other. Each claimed her pussy the superior. As exciting and passionate as they were, both ached for more. The standing position wasn't as advantageous for the intimate contact that they would have liked, and neither was the fact that they still had their shorts and panties on. Linda wanted to rectify that. Her pussy was burning with desire and she panted out her recommendation, "My bush can dominate your bush. I intend to prove it." With that she stepped back and took off her shorts in record time. Her tee-shirt was off and tossed onto the bed next. Just standing there in her lightweight bra and her damp panties was enough of a challenge for Tesha.
She stepped back and her shirt and shorts were off in a flash as well. Both girls eyed the sexy display of the other combatant. Both girls were still "in character." Linda licked her lips as she ogled her sexy roommate. One hand grabbed her right breast through the bra while her other slipped lower to find her damp panty crotch. Rubbing herself through the sheer material caused her finger to become damp from the vaginal juices so liberally leaking through. Tesha followed Linda's lead and while they stared at each other in sexy defiance of the other she rubbed her own dew-soaked panties vigorously with her right hand. Licking her lips she stepped forward towards Linda threateningly. Reaching behind she unsnapped her bra and tossed it towards the closet. This exposed a pair of 34B tits that were very firm and round. Her dark red pointy nipples and areola made a crisp circular boundary with her darkly tanned skin. Linda continued her finger exploration right through her panties as she matched Tesha tit for tat (tit?). Her bra was tossed aside too and she stepped back within range of Tesha's pelvis. Linda's boobs were among the larger pairs among her teammates. The 35C bra was gone and the excitement of the current events made her light brown nipples stand out in horny acknowledgement.
Snarling at each other they propelled their hips forward and upward with a powerful thrust. Their panty-covered pussies hit together and the girls each held their ground. The juices from their cxnts were now so plentiful that they could even hear the telltale sounds of squishy contact right through their panties. Linda cooed, "It seems like my juicy pussy has leaked right through to make your panties all wet. Isn't that a shame?"
Bristling with resentment, Tesha shot back, "All that juice is mine, sweetie, it's your funky hole that can't produce its own juice." With that the two girls ground their wet panties together, sending forth a magnificently feminine aroma caused by their confluence. Their panties slid back and forth and up and down across each other, each trying to out-grind the other. "Fuck your stinky pussy, cxnt." "Is that the best you can do, bitch?" "When are you going to show some action, slut?" "MY bush is the greatest bush." "MY bush is the Queen." The girls talked a streak of trash at each other as they continued their panty war. Finally after feeling her heated sexual desire leap over another boundary Tesha could wait no longer.
Tesha spoke (as Veronica), "I DARE you to show your scraggly bush. It might just be the last time you'll ever even see it THAT good."
"MY QUEEN BUSH can't wait to tear yours to pieces." Linda (as Chelsea) let go and stepped back instantly and then with a stripper's flourish dropped her very wet panties and thrust out her now naked pussy in challenge. Linda's bushy endowment, while certainly not in the league with Chelsea or Veronica was adequate. Her brown thatch was thin near the edges, thickening towards the vertical centerline of her pubic mound and trimmed only along side her pussy lips. The triangular appearance was natural and she was proud of her appearance down there: thick enough and dark enough that she would never be confused with a "little girl" but not a massive swarm of hair either.
Tesha's voice rang out, "Not so fast, slutbucket. Your twat can't hold a candle to my marvelous bush." Before removing her panties she let her right hand drop to her pussy cleft and she repeated the motions she had been using as she played with herself on the bed earlier. Now, with only panties between her digits and her cxnt, she massaged her pussy lips making them "plump up" and show distinctly their wanton outline through her soaking panties. Then she too removed them and tossed them aside. Stepping back close to Linda she thrust out her pelvis again, relishing the fact that Linda was staring intently at her bush. Tesha's bush was trimmed a bit more into a narrow v-shape, sort of like an arrowhead. The lower terminus ended at the very top of her cleft and her bare pussy lips were prominently displayed beneath. Her bush was dark brown and quite thick, but with the shaping from her razor, it didn't cover much skin. Obviously they had seen each other naked many times, but this was different, very different. Linda fumed inside at the ugly words Tesha had called her, even though she knew they were "in character" it hurt to hear those words and it made her blood boil. Aching for satisfaction she thrust her pelvis into Tesha's waiting bush.
Their fuzzy mounds smacked in angry collision. Linda grabbed Tesha's arms just above the elbow and Tesha grabbed Linda just above her elbows as well. The two girls now had a good hold on each other for balance, and in the small confines of their dorm room they stood and smacked their beautiful pelvises together. Leaning back at the waist and thrusting forward again and again they watched as their womanly fur joined and then parted. Each tried to imagine what it must be like for Chelsea and Veronica to be blasting away at each other with their incredibly hairy cxnts. Tesha pushed hard against Linda's mound and could distinctly feel the stiff hairs protruding toward her scrape against her own pubes and the surrounding skin. It wasn't painful really, but erotic as hell. She felt her own pubes burrow in amongst the thick center of Linda's gash cover. She pushed harder and harder against the powerful force coming at her from Linda's strong body. "See how my bush is overpowering your wretched fuzz?" Tesha loved to talk smack when she was angry. She was watching and believing that her narrow thatch was burrowing deep into Linda's forest and it felt good to dish out the verbal barbs at her roommate. She just knew that Veronica would be doing the same with Chelsea. "When are you going to start getting serious? You're no competition. Why don't you just give up?"
Linda reared back at the sound of Tesha's voice and sent a powerful thrust against her antagonist's pussy. Smack! The sound of pubic bone crashing against pubic bone reverberated in their small room. "Take that you slimy bitch. It's my bush that is winning this contest. You're narrow little thatch will be all shriveled up and gone when my bush is just getting started." She smacked her again, expecting to see at least a little wince or grimace from Tesha (Veronica). No such luck. Tesha actually ooohed and aahhed at the impact and returned in kind to dish out to Linda (Chelsea) what she had just received. Smack! Again and again the two 20-year-olds aimed their womanly mounds at each other and thrust forward in unison. Of course, they were holding onto each other for balance and could use the leverage to pull hard on each other, trying to gain as much momentum as possible for the impact, but the very fact that they were standing up prevented a great range of motion, so the fiery words that rang out between them were actually more damaging than the impact itself.
Yes, it did hurt some, but with the adrenalin so high, both girls knew they could take much more than was being dished out right now. Smack. Smack. Smack. They continued their tandem assaults on each other for many minutes. Besides the angry words that continued unabated between their now very foul mouths, they were becoming increasingly aroused. Both had been horny and hot from the beginning and the anger was now being matched in intensity by the lust of rutting females.
Dropping her hold on Tesha's arms, Linda reached behind and grabbed Tesha by the ass. Sinking her fingers as deeply into her very firm athletic buttocks she pulled Tesha towards her pelvis. Maintaining her pressure so as not to let Tesha back off and thrust against her again, she wiggled her pelvis like a belly dancer in very fast short bursts of motion. She loved the feel of grinding her bushy twat into Tesha's desperate bush. Tesha tried and tried to pull back and ram mounds head on, but Linda's grip was too strong and so she dropped her hands to Linda's butt and, with a wonderful handful of hard ass, she pulled Linda just as hard as Linda was pulling on her. She wiggled intently against the motions from Linda's bush. She could feel their pussy hairs scraping across each other as their crotches tried their damnedest to invade the other girls' pussy.
Each girl stood with her feet about shoulder width apart, allowing for a bit of access to her pussy lips, but from this standing position the majority of their intimate contact was mound-to-mound and bush-to-bush. Linda lowered her body by bending her knees to swivel her crotch upwards from below Tesha's glistening pussy and with a forceful thrust felt her thatch find her lubricious lips. She ground her hairy mound directly into and against those honeyed lips until Tesha could recover and lower herself away and try to retaliate. Linda parried every attempt from Tesha for several minutes. Tesha would lower herself to thrust upward and grind her arrowhead bush, but by the time she did, Linda would have altered her footing or posture and the best Tesha could do would be to meet her bush-to-bush over and over again. Not that that wasn't pretty damn exciting, but she really wanted to get at that pussy.
For many minutes the two girls bobbed and weaved their crotches against each other from their standing position, much like fighters in the ring. The heat was getting to them. Both girl's excitement was rising rapidly and they were anxious to accomplish something in their heated duel. Wham! Tesha's head shot forward and her mouth opened wide as she kissed Linda very forcefully. Linda was caught off guard by the move, but knew exactly what to do. Her mouth jerked open and the two hard-body beauties slobbered their mouths in a slushy wet kiss as their pussies hammered and ground at each other below. The trash talk had stopped and now the girls were locked together by mouth and mound. Linda kissed Tesha passionately but she kept her bush bumping and grinding against the arrowhead thatch of Tesha's crotch. Linda leaned forward and tried to push Tesha over onto the floor, but Tesha countered with a forceful push. Each put one leg back for leverage to try to topple the other straight over backwards with more force than the other. This allowed one thigh from each girl to intrude between the upper thigh of the other and they found their pussies now riding on top of their rival's thigh. Juices flowed onto their legs and ran down towards their feet. As they could feel their cxnts sliding across smooth hard thighs their passion grew, but without any diminished competitive intent. They struggled around the room seeking power over their roommate rival.
Hands kept their firm hold on luscious asses. Thighs aggressively rose up to put pressure on the offending cxnt. As they gritted their teeth and panted in exertion they began having a harder time keeping their balance. As their motions carried them around the small confines of their room they nearly fell several times before a determined thrust from Linda's pelvis caused Tesha to lose her balance and tumble backward at an awkward angle, landing on her bed with Linda on top. As she fell backwards her right leg lost its position between Linda's thighs. Linda took immediate advantage by pulling her legs together and lying between Tesha's legs and voraciously attacked Tesha's open twat with her bushy womanhood. She was able to lower her torso just enough for the thickest part of her bush to ride low between Tesha's legs. Grinding deeply into Tesha's wanton cxnt gave Linda a real feeling of power over her roommate.
Tesha only allowed a moment of this before she began to fight back. She bucked her hips high in the air, trying to unseat her foe. This put even more erotic pressure on their sex organs. Their wet lips would meet and slide deliciously and Linda's clit would grind down into firm contact with Tesha's engorged clit. Tesha felt an intense heat of passion arising from her pussy and she ached for the incredible sensations to continue, but she desperately wanted to control the flow of sex between her and her roommate. Right now she was on the bottom and on the receiving end of Linda's fucking. "Enough of this," she thought to herself. Straining incredibly hard against the thrusting bush above her she managed to quickly pull her legs together as she dropped back to the bed. The little bounce provided by the mattress gave her a slight momentum that she used to twist and roll Linda.
They tumbled off the low mattress and landed on the floor, but this time it was Tesha on top. The hard floor stunned Linda with the landing, but she was not hurt. The problem from her point of view was that she was supine underneath the strong and retaliatory Tesha. Wham! She felt Tesha's arrowhead bush slam into her splayed open legs. Her cxnt felt the bristly hairs intrude into her soft, wet tissue. "Ouch!" She let slip a tiny verbal recognition of pain. Now it was Tesha's turn to grind her narrow bush deeply into Linda's widely splayed pussy.
Biting her lip to keep from any further outbursts, she began humping her cxnt back at the invading army of bristly hairs. Linda loved the intertwining emotions of passion and anger as she humped her lubricious opening against Tesha every time Tesha slammed her. Tesha snarled down at Linda, "Feel my gorgeous bush pounding your pussy? I'm going to fuck your cxnt 'till you're begging for mercy."
"If that's the best you can do we're going to be humping for a long time. I feel your bush. It ain't nothing!" Linda and Tesha were both tired from their exertions and the options for powerful surprise moves were diminishing and Linda knew it. Tesha knew it too and she rallied her pelvis to grind and thrust her bushy mound at Linda's cxnt in every conceivable direction.
"When I'm through with you, every hair on my big cxnt will have beaten your hairs right back inside where they came from." Tesha was enjoying her dominant position. Linda couldn't believe what was happening to her. She could feel Tesha's pussy, clit, and bush grinding away at her pussy. She could feel the minor pain as Tesha's arrowhead thatch scraped, burrowed, and invaded every nook and cranny of her cxnt. But above all that she LOVED it. "Fuck me bitch! Is that the best you can do? Come on. Fuck me. Fuck me. I mean really fuck me!" She knew that Tesha was putting everything she had into her fucking and she wanted to let her know that she was taking it all in stride. She took more and more pounding from Tesha's writhing groin.
Both girls were panting and groaning and moaning and aching for sexual release. Tesha kept up her pussy smacking action and it was beginning to pay off. Linda was surging higher and higher and losing the battle to hold off her orgasm any longer. Her moans turned to shouts of ecstasy as her first cxnt-to-cxnt orgasm smashed through the mental barrier she had tried to erect. Her juices flowed and the sound of Tesha's pussy pushing and grinding over her own flooded vulva was the sound of sucking, sloshing, and wet skin. Still Linda kept demanding more and more. Tesha was hoping to hear Linda beg for her to get off so she could relax her tired muscles, but no, Linda screamed for more. "Come on. Don't stop. Fuck me harder. Fuck me more. I'm not done yet. Fuck me harder bitch!"
When her own primitive urges were so powerfully surging through her she decided it would be unladylike not to comply. So with as much abandon as her tiring muscles allowed, she pounded ahead with wicked fucking. Amazed by Linda's quick recovery and ever the more excited herself, she rubbed her clit directly on Linda's quivering knob for 30 seconds straight. "Ooooooooowwwwwwww." Tesha howled like a wolf as her own orgasm rocketed through her loins. Howling and panting ragged breaths brought the naked pussy underneath right back to its second orgasm in only a couple of minutes from her first. Linda wailed her lungs in echo of Tesha. For nearly a minute it sounded like a pack of wolves had just announced a deer kill to the whole world. University dorm rooms aren't real soundproof and now at least half-dozen coeds down the hall had a distinctly different opinion of the two athletes in room 313.
They thrashed their wet pussies and hairy mounds hard against each other in a ragged, haphazard way as their first shared lesbian orgasm subsided. Both girls had crossed an invisible boundary and both knew it only too well. They also knew that their previous status as confirmed heteros was going to be a lot harder to maintain.
Their cries subsided and Tesha rolled slowly off Linda, sighing her sexual contentment. Linda echoed Tesha with a long slow sigh, exhaling contentedly. She turned her head toward Tesha, as they lay on their backs, side by side. She reached her hand into Tesha's fine hair and twirled it around her finger. Slowly she pulled Tesha's head towards her waiting face. Leaning closer she planted a soft tender kiss on Tesha's mouth; just light little pecks and tender lip caresses between two loving girls. They smiled a smile of joyful awakening. Their heated bodies began to cool down in the wonderful fade of lust from their bodies.
"Well, maybe we didn't settle anything in regards to our two bushy amazons, but I'll say this, it sure was great pretending." Tesha's words sank into Linda's consciousness and she smiled a giant grin as she spoke, "Well, I don't know if Chelsea and Veronica will ever settle their differences 'properly' or not, but I know for a fact that I can't wait for 'our' rematch."
Tesha went on, "You know. I think we should make sure they have a rematch and that WE get to be there. You don't think either of them was about to back down when we were in the showers do you? There were six of us naked girls in there with them and I think if it hadn't been for coach shouting that they would have been going at each other right there and then, even with us watching."
"I think you are right. I saw nothing but hatred and determination in either of them and I think if we could somehow rig up a situation where they could meet in private (except for the six of us, tee hee!) that they would pick up right where they left off. Do you have any ideas?"
"I'll call Liz. I bet she would like to be in on this. We can talk to the others tomorrow at practice." Tesha called Liz and they began their planning and preparation for a little "Queen Bush" skirmish.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 3

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Bush War at the U Chapter 3
Practice ended for Chelsea with a completely different twist than what she might ever have imagined after enrolling at the University. She had been offered a scholarship for volleyball and the college offered exactly what she wanted for her field of study. To top it off, their volleyball team wasn't too bad, and she thought she could help. Chelsea was always a bit haughty and never backed down from a confrontation. She had even got into a fistfight in high school with another girl who simply challenged her because she was tall and figured her to be a big bluff. Wrong? Chelsea accepted her height without being bashful about it or trying to hide it.
When she had practiced that day and got to know the others a bit, she could tell that Veronica was the team leader, along with Liz, and that she was very coordinated and a good jumper. She could also sense the fire in her and the determination she threw into practice. The other thing she could tell was that Veronica was considered the 'go-to' player. She was the one that would usually get the most kills and blocks. THAT was a role Chelsea wanted for herself. She had excelled in high school and JC, and she knew she could excel at the major college level also.
How fortuitous it had been when she found a way to challenge Veronica so quickly. She was confident enough in her own ability that she knew she could convince the coach, given enough time, that SHE was the superior player. But why waste time? When the shower room incident happened, it was as if the hand of fate had dealt her a slew of aces. In her mind, only Veronica stood in her way of supremacy in volleyball and now she had an opportunity to intimidate her and even, if the opportunity arose, destroy her over the pet name she so obviously felt attached to.
"Good God," she thought as she walked alone back to her own dorm, "I wish coach hadn't intruded. I'd have fucked that tart into next week if she hadn't made us get out of there." She did realize that the chance of getting caught in those circumstances was pretty high, and that it would have actually been pretty risky to try to take the tall blonde right there in the shower. But, she realized she had certainly NOT been entertaining the thought of backing off. Rather, she had ached to devour Veronica right in front of her teammates, and to win the title Queen Bush for herself. She just knew the pecking order would be decidedly different when that happened. She smiled and wondered if Veronica would even have the nerve to call her number. She bet the bitch would just simmer in silence. Served her right for being so damn possessive of the silly nickname.
Veronica left practice and fortunately she lived in the opposite direction from Chelsea. Steam practically rolled off her forehead as she strode vigorously across the pretty campus. "That fucking cxnt. She doesn't have a clue what she's getting into. I'm one of the best volleyball players this college has ever seen. There's no way that Chelsea even belongs in the same league as me! I should have told coach that we would lock up after her and then I could have pounded her slimy bush right down the shower drain." Veronica was actually muttering aloud to herself as she practically jogged home. Her blood was boiling like never before. The problem was: Resolution. How the hell was she going to find a way to follow through and actually teach Chelsea, the upstart, the lesson she so richly deserved?
As much as she knew she would find a way to dominate Chelsea if ever the opportunity came, she was so angry and disoriented that she couldn't form a real plan. She did know though that she had to follow through and call the number she had memorized. No way would she let Chelsea believe she had successfully intimidated the Queen Bush Veronica! She had never before felt so 'attached' to her nickname, but with the rookie so blatantly challenging her in front of her friends, there would be no way she would relinquish her moniker without a fight. The fact that Chelsea had a huge bushy twat caused her no fear. She was confident of her ability in ANY arena, even one so dirty and sexy as a slut cxnt-fight. If that was what Chelsea wanted that would be what she got!
Finally back in her room, Veronica decided that if she couldn't actually follow through with her motivation at the moment, she could sure use Chelsea's telephone number. Timing was key, she thought. When? When should she call? Right as soon as she got to her room? In an hour? Two hours? When? Finally she decided that a little false confidence on the part of Chelsea would make her all the more deflated when she found out that Veronica meant business. She would wait until late into the middle of the night and THEN she would call.
Veronica tried to study but it was useless. Her mind was so far from her studies that she didn't get more than 10 pages read and a few questions answered between 6PM and 11PM. She set her alarm and tried to go to sleep. NO success there either. Veronica's roommate was a fill-in after the roommate she had lined up decided to transfer to another college at the last minute. She didn't know Cindy very well and she didn't confide in her anything that had happened. Cindy was aware that Veronica was upset about something but, minding her own business, she didn't make a big deal about it. Sleepless for hours, and watching the clock almost minute by minute, Veronica was anxious for 3:00 AM to arrive. Finally when the clock read 2:55 she got up, switched off the alarm, and headed down to the empty lobby to use the phone.
She had decided she would not get into any conversation whatsoever, but only say what she had to say and then hang up. As angry as she was, it was with trembling hands she was able to dial 244-6789. It took two tries before she got the numbers right. Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring. She wondered if Chelsea had left town. A groggy "Hello?"
"Chelsea?"
"Yeah?"
"Queen Bush is going to fuck you over 'till you wish you had never even heard of me. Your pussy will be so raw and vile, that a pack of hyenas wouldn't even come near. You've met your match sister and you will regret it!!!!" Chelsea started to threaten back but before she could say more than, "You!" she heard the loud click of the receiver on the other end. Finally Veronica drifted off into sleep, a small hint of a smile pursing her lips.
Veronica's plan, what there was of it, had worked. Chelsea had, in fact, thought that the absence of any phone calls before she finally went to bed around midnight meant that Veronica was scared. The middle of the night phone call proved her wrong about that. Even though she was a bit surprised and taken aback by the call and it's timing, all it did was put her right back where she had been emotionally earlier in the evening. Now it was her turn to toss and turn. Only the briefest of sleep-moments happened before Chelsea's alarm got her up and on her way.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4

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(By HGHunt)
Bush War at the U Chapter 4
Liz was a fiery redhead, and a real feisty girl with a flair for the dramatic. She was a 5ft 9 in redhead with a barely trimmed but rather small auburn pubic patch (kind of thick but covering only a small area). She loved a good fight, and ALMOST witnessing one in the shower had her drooling over the possibilities that had gone unfulfilled that Monday afternoon at practice. She too had walked away from practice harboring a distinct tingle between her legs. She had actually had a couple of lesbian experiences before and the chance that Veronica and Chelsea might lock lips was VERY appealing to her. If only she could be a little mouse-on-the-wall when their confrontation finally took place. She was damn sure that neither girl was bluffing, and that it was only a matter of time before circumstances might allow their renewed confrontation. "Why not make sure they have a way to consummate their mutual hatred in exactly the way they almost did?" she thought to herself.
When Tesha called, the two girls blabbered on and on about what they had witnessed. Both spoke about their desire to see Veronica and Chelsea fuck each other over good. What a sight that would be! A few well-placed questions got Liz to thinking. "Maybe, just maybe she had the right connection that could pull this off." The two girls agreed on a plan. It would involve the other three girls from the showers and they decided to get right at it. Liz called Amanda (5ft 10in blonde with thicker thighs and hips and CD-cup tits but only a tiny swatch of trimmed bush) and Rashelle (5ft 6 in, B-cup black girl with medium complexion and surprisingly soft wispy bush), while Tesha agreed to call Dawn (5ft 9in black hair, B-cup with very black medium bush composed of straight hair, not curly, maybe because she was partly Sioux). Dawn was actually the most beautiful of all the girls on the team. Her mixed ancestry had given her approximately equal parts American Indian, Swedish, Italian, and Turkish. And the mix was absolutely wonderful. Dawn was just plain drop-dead gorgeous. About a dozen back and forth phone calls later, the girls thought they had a plan. Of course their plan was kind of like grabbing a tiger by the tail and claiming you just tamed the beast, but at least there was a chance they could pull it off.
Dawn, Rashelle, and Amanda had watched the shower room action just as google-eyed as Tesha, Liz, and Linda, so it was that they too had discovered a horny anticipation of what might happen between these two amazons. Sleep came to all six with difficulty, and all drifted off with a gentle throbbing ache between their legs.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 5

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By HGHunt)
Luckily it was the first week of classes and there weren't many tests or papers due yet, because, if there had been, most of the octet of girls would have probably flunked them all. Not only were Veronica and Chelsea preoccupied with thoughts of volleyball, nicknames, bushy crotches, and angry words, but the other six girls weren't far behind.
Practice was at 3:00 each day and Coach Winslow was clueless about the emotional turmoil gripping about half her team. The silent locker room should have been a clue. The girls dressed in Spartan silence and headed out to the courts. When the whistle blew the girls followed orders and worked hard in all the drills. In fact the effort Coach Becka saw was clearly a notch above what she normally expected from practice. But even with the obvious intensity and effort, the systems she was working just weren't clicking. She couldn't put her finger on it, but all the girls seemed just a tiny notch slow in decision-making and it showed in their scrimmages.
She was very impressed with how Chelsea had stepped right in and shown that she belonged in major college volleyball. Her timing and leaping were good as was her intensity. She noticed that Veronica seemed even a bit more intense than was usual from the past three years. But somehow their presence together in certain drills just kept adding up to less than the sum of the parts. With two quality players like them on the front line, Becka thought she might be able to take this team to a higher national ranking and even go deep into the championship tournament. "Well, someday maybe, but not yet, not the way they play together," she thought. If only she knew! The other girls on the team, besides the octet of 'shower buddies' never knew what was up, but they could sense something amiss too. It was never enough you could put your finger on, but clearly the synchronization that should have been apparent was missing.
A tense fog-like shroud permeated the locker room after practice that the octet was anxious to cut. Liz and Tesha knew that if they acted fast, before the Queen Bush antagonists made it into the showers, they just might find a way to bring some resolution to the matter at hand. Liz and Tesha approached Chelsea immediately and quietly asked if she had done anything about her almost-fight with Veronica. "No, not yet. I can't wait to fuck her high and mighty ass up good and put her in her place!" Chelsea muttered in low tones for only the two girl's ears.
"What if we could arrange for you to have exactly the chance you covet? Would you be interested?" Liz asked Chelsea with baited breath.
"You know I would!" stated Chelsea emphatically.
"Well, at this very minute two of the others who were in the showers with us yesterday are talking to Veronica with the same question. If we could set up a time and place for the two of you to 'get it on' that is private, would you do it if there were any conditions attached?" Liz laid out the first question that they weren't exactly sure of the answer beforehand.
A sly smile crossed Chelsea's mouth as she answered, "Probably. What kind of conditions are you talking about?"
Tesha inwardly said to herself "YES!" as she outwardly spoke, "The six of us who were in the showers with you two yesterday ALL want to see a conclusion of what you didn't get to finish. Are you willing to meet Veronica for the title of Queen Bush while the rest of us are there to watch? If both she and you agree to this, I know how it can be arranged. Will you?"
"Oh, you sly bitch. You might have thought I would back down from a proposal like that, but honestly, there is absolutely nothing I would like more than for all of you to see for yourself exactly why it is me that should be Queen Bush, not that jealous tart Veronica. Consider my answer an emphatic, YES!"
Tesha slowly intoned, "Well, it won't happen until the weekend. Will you and she be able to maintain your cool until then?"
"I won't speak for her, but I'll be in complete control. I promise I won't say a word to her. I won't promise though to avoid antagonizing her. I can do that powerfully well without words you know. If she loses it then that's her problem. How will I know if she accepts these conditions?"
Tesha let her know that Linda and Amanda were at this very moment carrying out the exact same script with Veronica and that if they came into the shower and each nodded their heads twice, then Veronica was willing. Liz and Tesha were to nod twice also to indicate Chelsea's acceptance. Neither girl would be required to respond. But what that would do is make everybody in the shower aware of who had accepted and who had not.
After that Liz and Tesha would act as liaisons for Chelsea while Linda and Amanda would do the same for Veronica. When ready to pass along the details of the arrangement they would.
"Chelsea is going to be Queen Bush in less than a week. What do you girls think of that?" Chelsea spoke of herself in the third person for effect and the two girls just smiled and headed for the showers with Chelsea right behind. Chelsea felt the raw power of her own glorious femininity surge through her veins. YES, she thought. Her foe would be vanquished before her own friends' eyes.
Across two aisles of lockers, Amanda and Linda had the same success with Veronica. There was not a minute's hesitation on her part to accept every aspect of the plan as outlined. She ached for the chance to match loins with the upstart cxnt from "Podunk Junior College." Her comments to the two messengers practically mirrored Chelsea's and so it was with a new layer of expectant tension that the six entered the showers. As before, the others (there seemed to be some sort of unwritten hierarchy of who showered when, so that any but the 8 would never know what was going on) had showered and were already dressing before they entered. They entered to find Dawn and Liz already showering. There were two doorways into the ladies shower and each threesome entered together from opposite ends.
Chelsea and Veronica glared the most evil daggers at each other as the other four girls stepped around the tall amazons. Liz, with her clever understanding of the use of drama, had coached the four girls on how to act. They understood their parts and with slow, calculating looks, Amanda and Linda turned to look first at each other, and then VERY slowly looked beside them and up at Veronica. Then turning their heads very slowly back to look across the 15 feet or so separating them from the other trio, they began to nod in unison: once, ever so slowly, twice, ever so slowly. And with that Veronica thrust out her hips in an exaggerated swagger of vulgar threat.
Tesha and Rashelle took their turn and copied the exaggeratedly slow movements until they had nodded three times. Many a breath was held as this drama unfolded. Exactly at the conclusion of the acceptance message being transmitted, Chelsea took two steps forward; thrust out first her chest, high and proud, followed by an exceedingly slow gyrating grind of her pelvis. She swiveled it 360 degrees, stopping when it pointed directly at Veronica. With that Veronica nodded her head and stepped under the shower.
Breathing returned to normal (sort of) among the other 6 girls and they too went about their showering needs. It was only Tuesday and the tingly excitement of these after-practice showers was only bound to get better and better as the week progressed.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 6

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BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 6 (By HGHunt)

Veronica had a real bounce in her step as she walked home after Tuesday's practice. She was buoyant over the fact that she knew she would have the chance to knock Chelsea down a few pegs. In fact it wouldn't bother her a bit if Chelsea just packed up and left after the weekend. Nothing would be sweeter to see her main competition in the front row long gone, and to top it off; she would keep her pet nickname, Queen Bush. Yes, that name had a nice ring to it. Whatever motivation she had that kept her from trimming her immense bush like the others didn't matter. What mattered now was the new found pride she had, knowing that the other girls were a bit awed by her endowment. The fact that the other girls were also awestruck by Chelsea's thick fur was certainly understood by Veronica, but her confidence bubbled over regardless. She just KNEW she could dominate that thatch with her own hairy mound. While aware of the sexiness of the impending encounter, it was by far predominate in her focused mind that she would dominate and force Chelsea to admit that the better bush belonged to QUEEN BUSH VERONICA! Realizing that the other six girls were very anxious to see the bush fight, she began plotting ways that she might incorporate their excitement into further humiliation for Chelsea. Her excitement was practically overpowering and again she couldn't study much that night. The phones were ringing off the hook for the sextet of expectant spectators. As they worked out the details of their plan they couldn't stop talking about how horny the prospect of 'Bush War' made them. That was what they began to call the event. Linda and Tesha had admitted to the other four girls of their little mock war on Monday night. Neither girl was bashful about telling the others what their 'fuck fight' had been like. This talk made them all even more lusty and expectant for the real thing, but it also gave Liz and Tesha some ideas. Hmmmmm. In fact their planning and mental images had taken on the aura of a prizefight, at least among themselves. Wednesday's practice was almost a repeat of Tuesday's in Becka's mind. Again she couldn't fault the players for their hard work and intensity in drills and scrimmages, but it was as if a cylinder was missing from a racecar. The plays just didn't click. She chalked it up to early season rustiness. Amanda and Linda waited for the other girls to hit the showers before they entered. Tesha, Liz, Rashelle and Dawn had entered at the same time as Chelsea and Veronica and witnessed the ugly stare down, the hip thrusts of menace, and the sneering looks. It was quiet except for the sound of the showers. The whole room had a thick fog of mist, but the real thick fog was the emotional one that permeated the room. Every girl had a tense, knotted feeling in her stomach. The impending bush war permeated their every sense. Liz's pussy tingled with excitement as Amanda and Linda walked in. They entered from opposite ends and stood staring at each other with a pair of big sneers on their faces. "MY tits are better than yours!" Linda spoke loud enough to be heard over the showers but not to be heard outside the steamy room. Amanda laughed a haughty laugh and took a couple of steps across the floor. She lifted her hefty CD tits with her hands, thrusting them out and growled, "Your puny tits are no match for mine, bitch!" In fact these two girls were the two with the largest tits in their group and very nice sets they were. Amanda was the larger girl and clearly had the bigger tits, but Linda wasn't acting afraid (Well, if the truth be known she WAS acting). She swaggered across the room, hands on hips and challenged Amanda, "Let's tittybump to see whose are the best. Or are you chicken?" "Get ready to see your puny tits flattened bitch!" Amanda was really getting into the act! The two girls stepped forward and Amanda had to lower herself a little bit in order to 'line-up' her higher tits with Linda's. The heat and humidity had both girls sweating profusely and their breasts shined in the harsh light of the showers. Amanda's larger tits loomed above Linda's as they approached. Linda bit her lip and thrust her tits out at Amanda in haughty challenge. Amanda lined up her nipples with Linda's nipples as they brought them together. Six mouths slowly exhaled as their fiery nips finally touched. Even Veronica and Chelsea focused their eyes intently on the collision of four pretty boobs. For about 20 seconds they did nothing but joust their pert nipples back and forth against each other. As if by some unseen choreographer they then leaned into each other and pushed their sweaty breasts deeply into each other. They really leaned into each other and ground their heaving breasts back and forth and up and down. This lasted for only another 30 seconds or so when they stepped back to reassess the situation. Rashelle spoke up, "Hey girls, I know the perfect time for you to settle your differences. Why don't you just cool off under the showers for now and you can pick up where you left off later?" Everyone in the room knew what that meant. Amanda and Linda whispered slutty comments to each other as they parted, maintaining the glare between them. They found a shower and all was quiet and still as the girls finished their cleaning duties and parted. Veronica and Chelsea knew what the girls were trying to do. They were taking the opportunity presented by their upcoming fight to add another layer of expectation and sexiness to what was already so overwhelming that none of them could concentrate on anything else. They didn't really care about that though. All they cared about was the chance to annihilate each other in front of the other girls. If they wanted to have some 'festivities' of their own, fine with them. Liz and Tesha were just about done getting ready to leave when Veronica came up to them and inquired, "Just tell me one thing, when and where?" Liz looked up at the blonde Amazon and offered her reply, "Well, we already told you it would be this weekend, and that is true. We will let you know more tomorrow. Don't worry; you'll get your chance to meet up woman-to-woman with Chelsea. The final details will be firmed up by Friday, so just keep coming to practice and you'll learn everything you need to know." "Ok. But what the fuck was that with Amanda and Linda? I thought they were friends? Was that a charade or what?" Veronica asked the two quizzically. Liz spoke up, "How the hell should I know? I guess they just started comparing their bodies and decided to make their point? Its not as if they haven't seen a precedent you know? If you know what I mean?" Her attempt at providing a 'cover' story for what they had witnessed in the showers was a pretty bleak attempt at maintaining the charade, and Veronica saw right through it, but she played along anyway. Hell, why not watch a couple of foxy babes with nice tits do a little banging, she thought. It might even get the juices flowing as a warm up. "Yeah. Well, they better not take too long. Because I've got some serious business to take care of!" When the locker room was empty, the girls went back to their dorms, had dinner and tried to do a little homework. Again, however, concentration was minimal. Thank God that it was the week before Labor Day and no big tests were planned for any of them. Hopefully they could catch up next week. Linda and Tesha arrived back at their room after having dinner and they immediately discussed their little play. They had known that any prolonged battles might be discovered and would be dangerous. It had been decided to test the waters just a bit with a 1-minute titfight. They wanted to get two things accomplished. They wondered what Chelsea and Veronica's reactions would be and they wanted to heighten the intimate involvement of themselves. It had been discussed over and over again the night before, over the phone and over their chat line, and it didn't take much coaxing for Amanda and Linda to volunteer for the job. Linda had already found out how incredibly sexy a physical confrontation with another girl could be, and Amanda had readily admitted that the idea was a real turn-on for her. It had been her first encounter of the kind, but she was now sure that it wouldn't be her last. In fact, she returned to her dorm room so horny that she didn't even go to the dining hall to eat. Her roommate was at the library and Amanda frigged herself into a frenzy before dozing off until the phone started ringing. Liz was calling and Amanda admitted to her that the excitement she felt in going tit-to-tit with Linda was incredible and she couldn't wait to go at her again. She asked Liz if they had figured out the remaining pieces of the puzzle that they were trying to put together. "Yes. You just keep your act up with Linda, and the four of us will handle the rest. Can you do that?" "Yes. Sure. Can't you give me a hint?" "I think it will look at least a little more realistic if we keep it a surprise from as many as possible. Don't worry. Nothing will happen to keep you from your 'date' with Linda." Liz chuckled as she finished her conversation with Amanda. She immediately called Dawn. "Do you have the money?" Dawn answered, "Yes. Is our plan still in effect with regard to the purchase?" "Go for it. I can't wait to see their faces. Ha ha." The rest of their conversation went smoothly and Dawn left to run some errands. Rashelle had been talking to Linda and Tesha online when Liz called Rashelle. She let them all know that Dawn was 'in' and wondered if they were ready as well. Rashelle assured her that all was ready except for the key. She would have to wait until late Friday evening or early Saturday morning to get the key. She was highly encouraged by the rest of the evenings phone tree conversations and it was good to hear that Dawn was 'in'. Rashelle was actually a quiet, shy girl off the court, but the hot sexy atmosphere she found herself immersed in had brought out a bit of her daring. The desire to witness the main event had caused her to shed some of her more old-fashioned inhibitions. This would be exciting as hell, she thought. Like Amanda, Rashelle found some private time to enjoy her body all by herself. She rubbed her nipples until they were rock hard. She slid her hands all over her mellow brown skin, tickling the tiny, soft, downy hairs that grew on her belly. Letting her hand trickle down into her black and curly but soft and wispy threadlike pubic hair, she began moaning in anticipation of the unknown. In moments her pussy was leaking secretions, which her fingers were quick to discover. Letting first one, then two, and then three fingers slid effortlessly inside her dewy lips as she proceeded to give herself a good finger fuck. Her hips rocked and rolled over the bed and when she used her other hand to vigorously spank her clit she came in a shuddering climax. It was over in just a few moments. But the tingly feeling of joy hung over her like a shroud until she drifted off to sleep. Thursday's practice was an even harder one for coach Becka Winslow to figure out. The drills for getting in shape were tackled with vigor by everyone, but somehow when it came time to do passing drills and scrimmage, it almost looked like they were nothing more than a good high school team. The remnants of last year's league championship and almost regional championship play seemed to have completely disappeared. She began thinking about having a team meeting, but since it was still only the fourth day of practice she decided that it would be better to let a whole week go by, and then if things hadn't started to improve on Tuesday, maybe she would have that meeting and try to find out what was going on. Honestly though, she hadn't noticed anything like dissent on the team, nor had it appeared that any one girl was at fault. It was just as if the athletic thinking that is needed beyond the physical skills had somehow been truncated at the ankles. Hopefully it was something that time would take care of. Veronica and Chelsea entered the shower room right on schedule, as did the other girls. The stare-down routine continued and a few pelvic thrusts were traded back and forth by the two would-be bush-gladiatrixes. Their eyes sent daggers of evil intentions toward the other and even when Dawn and Rashelle entered last with a bit of a malicious intent evident on their faces, Veronica and Chelsea maintained their hateful glare. They had even moved their shower location 1 shower closer together, as if each could keep a closer eye on her opponent. Tesha, Liz, Amanda, and Linda felt a little knot in their stomachs as Veronica and Chelsea stood naked and wet only five or six feet apart. They all wondered if that was too close, if they could keep their cool and avoid tearing into each other right then and there. Not knowing if they should continue, but not daring to stop, Rashelle walked up to Dawn and pointing a finger at her chest, taunted, "I hear that pretty white girls are no fucking good in bed. No good kissing. No good hugging. No good nothing!" She had the others attention now. Dawn slapped her hand away from her chest and coarsely growled back, "You don't know what the fuck you are talking about." It was a bit of a shock to hear words like that come from the mouth of a girl that was so damn beautiful. Even though four girls expected it, it still sounded shocking when the words sprang forth. The venom in her voice sounded very real, and it only intensified when she continued, "This white girl can out-kiss, out-suck, out-hug, and out-anything a skanky black bitch like you. You better learn to keep your mouth shut, cxnt!" Well, if the truth were known, skanky would hardly be an applicable adjective to describe Rashelle. She was a clear complexion mellow chocolate color with fine features that could have graced the cover of any magazine. Her mouth was finely shaped with gleaming white teeth and set off by a pert little nose that made her face look round and large. Her eyes were very black but had a doll-like quality (You know, those big-eyed cutesy kind that make great Christmas presents for your nieces). Rashelle was only about 1 tiny notch below Dawn in the looks department. And if it weren't for the color of their skin, their bodies were very similar. True, Dawn was three inches taller, but their overall shape was just about the same. Pert breasts stood very high and proud and each carried extremely defined areola with distinct perimeters. Rashelle's were a deeper chocolaty brown and Dawn too carried a pair of dark brown tit-fronting nipples that were very pointy and long, especially for a girl with relatively small tits. Rashelle's areolas were probably a little wider, but her nipples were not nearly as long as Dawn's. Liz and Tesha, particularly paid attention to the way their bodies looked as they stood toe to toe. It was only a second before Rashelle stepped right up to Dawn and their tits firmly touched, compressing hardly at all, so firm and tight they were. "Right now! Slut! Or is the fraidy cat white girl gonna back down like all the rest? Kiss me or shut the fuck up!" Wham! Arms flew around each other. One arm went around the back and one arm over the shoulder to grab the back of the head. The gorgeous faces met with a smack as two pairs of lips parted and immediately began a wet tongue kissing frenzy. The sound of slobbering kisses was heard above the running showers. Even Chelsea and Veronica were taking notice of this performance. It sure as hell looked real! Only Rashelle and Dawn knew for sure. The trash talk and realistic antagonism had actually stunned Amanda and Linda. Each now felt that maybe they hadn't gotten into the mood well enough for their mock tit-fight yesterday. Or maybe it was that each of these two were actually letting their deep-seated real prejudices and emotions come flowing out when given the chance. Whatever it was. It was very convincing. Linda whispered loudly, "Dammit girls. Stop! Can't you wait to settle this? You know you could get caught if you keep that up in here." It took a few seconds for the girls to pull their bodies apart. Each took a moment to curse a few words of some hushed vendetta between them before they stepped back. The glowering and body posturing continued all through the shower and the now icy atmosphere was extending to all the girls. "Shit, what have we got ourselves into?" thought Tesha. One thing for sure, there was a palpable tension in the air. And now it didn't seem to be emanating only from Chelsea and Veronica. The girls finished and began to dress. Liz and Rashelle approached Veronica as they had approached Chelsea on Tuesday. They told her most of what she would need to know about when and where and why. Rashelle explained that since the college was in a bit of a budget crunch, as they all knew, the athletic building would be closed up tight over the three day Labor Day weekend. Fortunately she knew one of the grad-student administrative assistants pretty well, and she could get a key to use the weight room, under the pretense of lifting weights. She would get the key either late Friday night after he closed up for the weekend or early Saturday morning. It depended on her friend. Either way, it would give them the opportunity to sneak into the facility and be assured that no one would bother them. As it turned out the varsity wrestling room, full of mats, was right next door to the weight room, and the key would let them into both, as well as the shower room too, if they needed it. The wrestling room was completely in the interior with no windows and it would make a perfect place for what they had planned. Veronica agreed that that would be as good a place as any for Chelsea to get herself fucked. "We'll tell you tomorrow exactly what time to be there. I promise that it will only be the six of us and you and Chelsea. No one else knows anything." Liz let her know that apparently there would be a couple of preliminary matches, considering what had transpired in the showers the last two days. Veronica had no problem with that and let them know that she was a patient girl and as long as she knew she would get her chance at Chelsea, it didn't matter about the others. Amanda and Linda had a nearly identical conversation with Chelsea and the pins were falling in place. Chelsea reminded them that even though it was obvious what had been going on in the showers, and that she didn't care if they wanted to 'settle some differences' of their own, it was SHE that would be in the main match. She also warned them not to interfere in any way. Linda assured her they wanted the determination of Queen Bush to be solely between Veronica and Chelsea. It wouldn't be up to them. Only when one girl would admit that the other was the Queen Bush, or be totally defeated, would it be over. "Great," thought Chelsea, "That's just the way I want it." Thursday evening found the girls maintaining their heightened arousal and more than a couple found the time to gently frig them before sleep took over. The lush sexy possibilities of the weekend encounter were beginning to overpower their concentration, as if that hadn't happened already. Friday's practice had Becka shaking her head for the same reason as Thursday's and she began thinking it might really be necessary for that Tuesday meeting. Maybe there was some sort of jinx in those showers? It seemed that every day, when they got into the showers some sort of confrontation developed. Today it was Liz and Tesha. The others were inside and quietly showering. Even though there was no talk, there was still a LOT of communication. Every girl used body language and gestures for the audience. Amanda and Linda spent extra time washing their boobs and making sure they emphasized them to the others. Their pride in their tits was obvious. Dawn and Rashelle used their whole bodies to almost lewdly challenge each other; blown kisses, fingers tweaking nipples, hips swiveling, lips licked, fingers dwelling in crotches. And then there were the Amazons. Veronica and Chelsea had actually chosen showers adjacent to each other today. They were close! Even though these two fine tall girls with their long pretty hair had numerous blessed feminine assets, there was no doubt where the focus of their rivalry was located. With shameless, dirty, gesticulation, they thrust their pelvises towards each other. Hell, they even got so close that the water dripping off each other's bodies landed on their foe's feet. Veronica and Chelsea would run their soapy hands through their lush bush, making sure to linger long and slow; pulling and twisting some of their hairs, running fingers deep between their legs, parting the long hair that blocked the view of their pussy, and staring daggers of hate into the evil eyes of their foe. While all this was going on Tesha and Liz approached the doorway together. Just as they were about to enter, Tesha 'accidentally' swung her butt wide to her left. It smacked Liz in the ass and caused her to slip on the wet floor and fall on her side just inside the doorway. "You bitch, you did that on purpose! You better watch your ass, little girl." Liz's fiery temper was clearly evident. She stood up to find Tesha facing her, hands on hips. "You're fat ass got in MY way! You are the one that better take care of your own ass a little better. If it wasn't such a sorry ass, maybe you wouldn't have fallen down." Tesha dished out her barbs and Liz wasted no time in her challenge. My ass is the best damn ass around and your flabby butt doesn't compare to a REAL woman's ass... MINE!" "Are you challenging me? I hope so, because I can't wait to use my butt to teach yours a lesson." "You bet your sour ass I am. My butt will destroy yours." With that she turned around and thrust her very pretty butt directly at Tesha. Whirling around Tesha thrust her ass at Liz again and with a smack their butts came in contact again. This time Liz was ready and she didn't fall, but instead only moved a small bit and instead Tesha bounced off Liz. Instantly they were slamming their pretty behinds together, making slapping sounds throughout the room. After 15 seconds or so they kept their butts together and started rubbing them back and forth, and up and down very vigorously. "Feel my ass tearing yours up? It feels real good to rub your sorry ass raw." Liz fumed through her teeth. "Hey bitch. Yours is the stinky ass that is losing this fight!" Tesha could dish out the trash talk too. "Girls, girls. If all the rest of us can wait for resolution you can too. Break it up." It was Linda who inserted her words of temperament with success. The brown haired girl and the redhead pulled apart and turned to each other with steam rising from their foreheads. "Just wait bitch," growled Liz, "Your ass will be mine Sunday." "Dream on. You will be groveling at my feet when we're done." And so a final battle had been conjoined. Not only would the two Amazons have a chance to battle for the title, the other six girls would all test themselves in sexy battle on Sunday afternoon. That was the plan after all. The sextet of girls had been so turned on by the sight of Veronica and Chelsea in their confrontation that they had decided to become more than spectators. They had paired off in what seemed like logical matches to them and orchestrated a new confrontation each day. It had worked wonderfully. Only Linda and Amanda had seemed 'staged'. The other pairs looked and felt very real to the rest of the girls. It was originally a heightened and fun sense of the sexuality of their response to what they had witnessed back on Monday that caused them to arrange the battles among themselves. Yes, they were arranged. Yes, they were supposed to be 'mock' battles. But one thing was made clear from the moment Dawn and Rashelle had foul-mouthed each other, was that there was at the very least a serious undercurrent to their arrangement and that all had an inherent competitive streak in them. Athletes of this caliber didn't get that way without being competitive, and changing arenas into a 'my body versus your body' situation didn't change that. How much would be 'mock' and how much would be real would have to wait until Sunday for the answer. But one thing was absolutely certain. The battle for Queen Bush would be totally for real. There would be no charade between Veronica and Chelsea. Their hatred for each other was palpable and thick. No question about it. Sunday on the mats would be VERY interesting. The girls practically tiptoed through the last moments of their showers and back into the locker room. Veronica and Chelsea had messengers appear by their locker to let them know the final details. They were quick and concise: be by the back door of the athletic facility by noon on Sunday. Rashelle would have the key and they would go to the wrestling room and have total privacy among themselves. The outside world would never know. May the best bush win! CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 7

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