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

[hghunt999]

BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 16
(By HGHunt)
Ouch! Veronica felt Chelsea's hand grab her pussy hair again, and with a yank, another shock of hair departed its owner's body. Fear shot through Veronica. That was all the pain for now. But it was not all the humiliation.
Chelsea held the strands of brown pubic hair in her hand for all to see. She was sitting on the floor right next to the still prone and limp Veronica. Turning to Veronica she offered her perspective. "These nice girls arranged for our little opportunity this afternoon. I think they deserve a reward for their efforts. Amanda, get over here. Veronica is going to eat your pussy for as long as you want." She held up the fuzz for a reminder of what would happen if she didn't comply.
"Oh no," thought Veronica. "She's not done." Feeling powerless, she had no recourse but to comply.
First Amanda sat on Veronica's face and took a tongue lashing clear through to orgasm. The awestruck girls had been so caught up in Chelsea's victory that they didn't even contemplate not going along with whatever was suggested. Next it was Tesha's turn. Liz, Rashelle, Linda, and Dawn took their lap across Veronica's face. Every one of them rode deliciously to her own orgasm, so intense was the emotional and erotic intensity of their environment.
Veronica gamely tried to keep up the intensity. Her tongue became tired and it was all she could do to pleasure the last two girls. All the while Chelsea had been sitting at her side, holding on to that last shock of hair. When Dawn finally came down from her orgasm, Chelsea said to Veronica as she moved her hand closer and closer to Veronica's face, "You've been a really good girl eating all of our pussies. I think maybe you could get a job as a cxnt-munching whore. Haaaa." She laughed out loud and continued, "Just to make things complete you better eat this. Open your mouth." Scared out of her wits, Veronica obeyed. Chelsea's hand brought the last thick shock of hair from Veronica's own pussy up to her lips. With a vicious plunge she jammed it into her mouth, causing her to gag. "EAT IT!" Chelsea demanded. As soon as she got over the gagging she spent the next three or four minutes trying to chew/swallow the mass of sweaty, stinky hairs that had been forced into her mouth. Somehow she managed to do it.
She turned to the other girls now but addressed Veronica. "You'll be good now if I give these wonderful ladies the rest of their reward. They deserve another really good fuck from a REAL pussy, now that you've primed them with your tongue." She paused for a moment, thinking. "You know what? I think I need a little more 'priming'." With that she swung her ass around above Veronica's face again. This time she was facing her feet. "Lick, bitch." And with that command, Veronica found herself all over again having Chelsea's hated pussy plopped on her mouth. She was as powerless as ever to alter her predicament, so she complied. Opening her mouth wide she suffered as Chelsea's musky cxnt burrowed down forcefully. Again Veronica shot her tongue out to enter the gooey vagina of her despicable enemy. Again she wiggled it around and around, suffering through the responsive wiggles of Chelsea's increasingly horny pussy. Veronica's nose had the distinctly awful predicament of being snugly pressed up against Chelsea's brown asshole. The pungent and nasty aroma practically made her sick. She suffered through the degradation of her ordeal, out of self-preservation, but her inner spirit was not broken. Her body had lost and she knew it, but even as she finished 'priming' Chelsea's pussy she was resolute in her mind that she would somehow, someday, gain revenge on the evil bitch whose name she didn't even want to say.
When Chelsea felt well lubed up, she momentarily let her entire weight press down on Veronica's face, serving notice that she was still in charge. She motioned to Tesha as she got up.
"Well girls, this has been exciting as hell, and now I think we all deserve a final playful fuck. Tesha, I really appreciate all you did to help make today such an eventful day. Tell me what you want and how you want it. I'll fuck with you any way you want."
Tesha could hardly contain her joy and horniness. She really did ache for another chance to fuck Chelsea, even though she was feeling a bit guilty, since Veronica had been her friend for so long. But the heat of the moment and the impressive Chelsea had her lusting badly for more. "I want to feel your cxnt and clit pounding my pussy. I want to feel your big clit inside me." To accommodate her wish, she dropped to the floor and swung her legs up high and wide, raising her hips up off the floor.
Licking her lips, Chelsea mounted Tesha from above and immediately began to slide her slippery gash forward and back across Tesha's sopping slit. Tesha ooohed at the scrumptious feel of Chelsea's pussy weaving it's way across her twat.
Veronica just closed her eyes and inched a few feet farther away, wishing to avoid as much of what was going on as possible. She could still hear the girl's sighs, moans, and talk, and it angered her that it was Chelsea, not she, who was having 'fun' with her teammates.
Chelsea smiled as she rocked her big clit down and in. She felt Tesha's open cxnt accept her clit inside. The use (overuse?) of her clit today had made it reach its most prodigious proportions. When she was mutually fucking Veronica it had swelled to nearly three inches extension from its thick protruding base. While Chelsea could not see her own clit, she knew from the girl's reactions that it was stupefyingly large. She could feel it just fine. She rocked her hips to push its tip deeply into Tesha. Rotating her hips to feel the sensations of lubricated contact within Tesha's vagina, she groaned her pleasure. Both girls became more vocal by the minute. Groans, moans, gasps, and sighs punctuated the still humid air of their secret chamber.
Tesha was getting exactly what she asked for and it was even more deliciously fun than she could have imagined. The plump clit rocking inward and outward sent shivers up and down her spine in racehorse fashion. While not exactly as filling as a good stiff cock, it was probably even more intensely erotic and exciting than anything she had ever done. When she had fuck-fought with Linda in their role-playing fantasy she had been fucking Chelsea in her mind. But the real thing was even more wickedly intense than she could have imagined. It was even better now than when they had tangled pussies before the big fight. Not that fucking Linda was bad, but it was just that the astonishingly large clit Chelsea was using on her added such a terrific dimension to the real experience that it was a pale comparison. Wiggling to the rhythm of Chelsea's rocking she felt her orgasm approaching and her groans and moans grew louder and their pace picked up. When Chelsea pushed down harder and harder, filling her more deeply than ever she shuddered the first wave of her orgasm. Chelsea immediately withdrew her clit and pushed it firmly against Tesha's clit. The two clits danced together: one large and one normal size. Size didn't matter though, when it comes to pleasure. Human anatomy dictates that we all have the same number of nerves and Tesha and Chelsea's nerves were engaged fully in their mutual pleasure.
Zap! Zoom! Crash! Tesha's Chelsea-fuck was everything she hoped it would be. Intense. Filling. Hot, hot, hot!
The two girls succumbed to their orgasms and fell to the floor in delightful ecstasy. Tesha reached down and cupped her pussy with her hands, shivering in the aftermath of pleasure induced by her coupling with Chelsea. Chelsea shook with delight as she panted and caught her breath.
"God that was good," Tesha announced to the assemblage of naked girls. "If she can do that again, somebody will be one fucking happy girl." Veronica cried inside as she heard her friend (former?) Tesha speak those words. Tesha smiled as she lay on the floor and looked over at her friends. Her shit-eating grin was as wide as one of the university's football player linemen. "Whose next?"
Chelsea, having long ago lost count of her orgasms, and maintaining her arousal motioned for her next partner. Rashelle rushed over to her anxious to get started. "Did you really mean we could have sex with you any way we wanted?"
"Yes, precious. Of course I did."
"Mmmmmmmmm. I think a bit of edible sex is in order here." She hopped over Chelsea's head and lowered her butt as she rested her torso atop Chelsea in a good-old 69. Her mouth went down on Chelsea in a jack-rabbit start and took her big clit inside her mouth for some serious munching.
Chelsea was discovering a side of herself she had never really known before. Her lust for girls was always a back-burner thought before. She had never been multi-orgasmic before, but now she was having them back to back to back. Her clit jumped at the thought of being eaten when Rashelle mentioned 'edible', and when seconds later Rashelle was joyously chowing down on Chelsea's big clit, she felt the rush towards another orgasm mounting. She had only been winding down from the Tesha-induced orgasm for a couple of minutes when she was winding her way back up the incline. Resting for just a moment she then launched her own cxnt-munching barrage on Rashelle's dark hole. The girls lapped at each other's cxnt greedily. All the other girls could hear the sucking and sloshing sounds of their mouth-to-pussy coupling. They humped their cxnts intently against the exploring tongues.
"God she tastes good!" Chelsea thought. Her brain was overpowered by the intoxicating taste in her mouth and the incredible sensations her clit was subjected to. The horny cxnts lost control and they came all over each other's mouth. If any girl shouldn't have been able to produce vaginal secretions any more it should have been Chelsea. Amazingly she was still a virtual fluid factory. When Rashelle's pretty face withdrew from the sex-pit between Chelsea's legs, it was totally covered in sticky secretions. Her smile rivaled the size of Tesha's when she had finished. Chelsea finished her shuddering and without a pause asked from her position on the floor, "Whose next?"
"Me." Shouted four girls all at once.
But it was Amanda who acted faster and she kneeled over Chelsea and began to massage, very carefully, her tired and sore body. Noting the damaged areas she just gently brushed her hands across the bruises and welts, almost in a tickling fashion. Her large breasts hung above Chelsea who watched Amanda lustily probe her body with her hands. They roamed over Chelsea's face, feeling the nose, lips, and chin. They ran through her hair in a small attempt to straighten the unkempt look. Brushing her hair back a bit she did manage to make a slight improvement in the formerly wretched mess atop Chelsea's head. Paying close attention to Chelsea for feedback she continued her digital exploration over every inch of Chelsea's front half of her body. Pausing at her nipples she detected no hint of discouragement and so she ever so gently began playing a bit more vigorously.
As much pain as Chelsea's tits had taken at the hand of Veronica, she actually liked the touch Amanda was giving. Amanda leaned over and began to lick those tightly formed nipples with her tongue. Sensing no apprehension she gently sucked first one and then the other into her hungry mouth. Chelsea sighed, letting Amanda know she should continue. With her mouth busily pleasuring Chelsea's nips, her hand began its descent towards her pussy. Playfully fingering the remnants of her pubic hair she delighted in the intimate feel of twining the length of some of her remaining long hairs around her fingers. Letting go of the bush and lowering her aim she came to the clit that had already been the focus of so much attention. It stood proudly 'at the ready'. Protruding up and away from the conjunction of her labia, its massiveness undaunted by all it had been through, Amanda gasped when she gently let her fingers discover every tactile sensation she could find. She manipulated Chelsea's clitoris between her fingers. It twitched noticeably in response. She traced her finger along its length, starting at the upper conjunction with her mound. She felt its massive prominence and its wet, smooth texture. Long dark hairs were pasted along it, mingling with the skin. Marveling at its breadth as well as its length she traced it downward towards its tip. The tip had the feeling of a hard knob, sheathed in glossy sensitive skin. The tip was practically the size of a large acorn and it reminded her of the head of a small cock when she traced her index finger all around its circumference. She dipped her finger down below. It slid easily inside, practically sucking her finger in: it went so easily. Finding even more juicy texture she let her finger gather up a thicker coating of her lovely nectar and went back to examining her clit and pleasuring it as she went. All the while that her fingers probed and pleasured and explored Chelsea's womanhood, her mouth never let up with her tit-sucking. Amanda formed her index and middle fingers into a V-shape and plied them into position around Chelsea's clit, with the 'V' at the top. She squeezed her fingers together and was amazed that the thick mass between them kept her fingers fully an inch apart at the base. It seemed that every examination of Chelsea's clit provided Amanda with another superlative to describe its prodigious properties.
Loving every minute of it, Chelsea felt Amanda's fingers push her clit from the left, bending it over to the right. Its pliant texture let it bend, when enough force was applied and nestle off to the right side in the remaining bed of hair that surrounded her cleft. The instant Amanda's finger slid beyond the dimensions of her clit, she felt it spring back upright in instant erection. She did the same thing again, but this time she had to watch. She quit sucking her nipples and moved to a seated position right directly in front of Chelsea's widely splayed long legs. With her own legs bent at the knee and resting atop Chelsea's thighs, she fingered the big clit again. Pressing it to the left, she watched it bend to the pressure, and once again, spring back to its fully erect, proud stature the moment her finger slipped away. It was as if some sort of strong rubbery hinge held it firmly in place, allowing all sorts of distortions, but then immediately returning it to its former lofty status again and again. Amanda was transfixed in a daze.
Her hormonally charged system was ready to go. She looked up at Chelsea, who showed a wistful smile. "I think you deserve to lay back for this fuck." With less forethought of exploration she now went to work with her fingers. All ten of them were made use of as she explored Chelsea's cxnt in every probing way she could think of. Plunging fingers in deeply, rotating them up and down, in and out, around and around, rubbing the big clit over and over she watched as Chelsea's breathing became ragged again. Two at a time, three at a time, four at a time she rammed her fingers home. She balked only at the fist. Amanda had pretty large hands (she was five feet ten inches after all). So when she tried to insert five fingers, she noted the discomfort Chelsea showed. But four big long fingers were certainly enough to give Chelsea the full feeling of satiation she longed for.
Chelsea began growling her pleasure and an instant later Amanda speeded up her digital play. Another orgasm rocked Chelsea and Amanda watched closely to see her fingers get squeezed in pulsing rhythm by Chelsea's powerful vaginal muscles. She watched her labia close tightly around her fingers, loosen and clench tightly again. This went on for nearly 20 seconds and Amanda rejoiced that she had been able, not only to witness the event, but to know that she had caused it and provided the sexual stimulation to generate the powerful orgasmic response in this sex machine. She began to feel that Chelsea might not have any limits. So far she had handled everything that had come her way: fighting with her tits, her cxnt, her legs, her head, her bush, giving orgasms again and again, receiving orgasms again and again, and still she was going forward, wanting more and more, giving more and more. Make no mistake about it, Amanda had always thought of herself as one hot and sexy babe (true, true!), but she was convinced that she didn't hold a candle to Chelsea.
Since the moment Veronica had slinked away to the corner of the room, Amanda hadn't even given her a thought. She was consumed by lust for the victress. Having known Veronica for the last two years didn't matter. It was Chelsea she desired. Her bones practically ached with the lust she felt and it thrilled her beyond anything that she had been able to please Chelsea just now with a surging orgasm. It was with a bit of a come-down when she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see Liz, ready to take her place. Resignedly she rolled away from her place of honor (between the legs of Chelsea).
Having worked her way through half of the attending babes, Chelsea took a moment to look over in the corner at Veronica. She sat cowering in the corner, knees pulled up to her chest and her arms holding them with her face down at her knees. She was obviously sobbing as her head moved in short jerky motion. Chelsea couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not, but it seemed a solid bet that Veronica wouldn't be causing any trouble for a long time. She was whimpering like a little baby, not only from the pain and humiliation of her defeat, but from the obviously hot erotic action going on without her. "That was supposed to be ME!" she was pining to herself.
"Good girl," Chelsea nodded at Liz as she approached her lying there on the wrestling mat. These mats had seen lots of terrific wrestling over the years, but it had never been the host to anything like today's bitch battle. "I can't wait to get another redhead treat."
"Are you sure you want to continue? You've been through a lot."
"Oh sweety. So nice of you to ask. But you know what. I always live up to my promises, and besides, I wouldn't dream of stopping. Like I said, I can't wait for some Lizzy redhead treat. What is YOUR preference?" Chelsea was in heaven. All these girls were treating her like some goddess, even though she looked like a total mess. She smiled as she recalled that she was THE QUEEN.
"What I want is for you to TAKE ME any way YOU want. For however long it takes, my body is yours. Just take me and take me now!" Liz wasn't used to talking like that. The feelings were foreign, but when she spoke those words they sounded so natural and real. Her feminine lust took a submissive turn, not at all what the fiery redhead usually acted like when sex was at hand. Usually she was the demanding one in bed with her lovers, choreographing as much of the 'entertainment' as she could get away with. Most of her male lovers loved it too. But now she wanted to be the submissive one.
"Ok. If that is what you want. Come here."
Standing to her feet for the first time in quite a while, Chelsea waited for Liz to step right up to her. At four inches shorter than Chelsea, Liz looked up into the eyes of her lust object. Seeing lust in return sent shivers up and down her body. She felt shivers even in the back of her knees and it took a substantial effort just to keep from buckling. They were close enough now to feel the breath of the other and Chelsea wrapped her arms around Liz, pulling her close. Their naked bodies compressed together (not too tightly, due to the substantial injuries Chelsea had suffered). Liz saw up close the sweat and dirt and blood streaked marks on Chelsea's face. The beginning of a shiner was apparent around her left eye. The cuts were not bleeding anymore and the blood had dried, except for the fact that the heat of the oven-like room made the sweat mingle with it and dilute it some. Even with the ugliest Chelsea had ever looked in her life, she was a total turn-on for Liz. Chelsea's strong arms pulled her head closer and closer until their lips touched in a gentle caress.
Liz wrapped her arms around Chelsea, careful not to pull too hard. Chelsea, blithely pushing the pain to the far recesses of her mind pulled Liz tight. Their hot bodies almost flamed up in ignition as they burned together. The gentle kiss turned more lusty and passionate. Tongues began dancing to their own juicy tune. Twirling around inside each other's mouth, they felt the heat growing, and growing. For five minutes they just stood there kissing and holding each other close. Chelsea's scarred up body felt the auburn colored bush Liz carried at her 'V' pushing against her upper thigh. She parted her thighs to feel Liz slide her leg between her own. Turnabout is fair play and she slid her right thigh between the widening stance of Liz's legs. Their pussies were each touching the soft, hot, sweaty thigh of the other girl, and their passion was rising.
At this moment Chelsea lowered her arms around Liz's back and picked her up off the floor to bring her face even with her own. Liz was surprised that Chelsea had the strength to do that after all she had been through. Burying her tongue inside Liz's mouth she maintained the hard kiss all the way down to the mat. Slowly lowering Liz inch by inch to the floor, she gently laid her on the mat. Using her legs to part Liz's legs wide, she lay down on top of the accepting Liz. Their kiss maintained, now Chelsea could feel the reddish fuzz of Liz's pubic mound up against her own mound. There was novelty in the feeling, since she was used to her own bushy mound overpowering and cushioning any such contact with another girl, she now felt the distinct texture of bristly bushy hair against bare skin: her own bare skin. So much hair had been ripped away in the fight that her moat of protection between her pubic skin and other pubes was gone. Realizing that there was nothing she could do about it now, she just accepted the newfound feeling and took it upon herself to relish it while she could.
Letting off the kiss, Chelsea rose up on her hands and began to slowly perform a missionary fuck upon the wanton redhead. What hair she had left (still a few square inches scattered about, actually) she rubbed into and through the small reddish patch of fuzz Liz called her own. By maneuvering this way and that she discovered by feel exactly where her own pubes remained in sufficient quantity to mesh and merge with the neatly trimmed thatch beneath her. Around and around her mound swirled, grinding this way and that, pressuring her fuck-mate into the mat, savoring every encounter between hair from her own bush with hair from the red-head. Her bush might not look queenly at the moment but she was intent on treating it like the prime feminine real estate it had been a few hours before.
Liz looked up with her blue eyes and met the gaze from Chelsea's long-lashed brown eyes. They stared into each other's eyes with a burning gaze of slow-fused passion. Like the fiber-optic cable between two powerful computers, the line between their eyes communicated their intentions faster and faster. Liz wasn't moving very much. Chelsea had such a wonderful sense of playful, sexy motion that it wasnít necessary for Liz to be active. Chelsea was purposely avoiding direct pussy or clitty contact. She knew the proximity of their feminine organs to the bushy stimulation would ignite that slow-burning fuse of their libidos. She was a remarkable judge of such tactics. Liz felt the heavenly texture of Chelsea's bush coursing through her own. She felt the sweaty skin slide greasily across her own skin below her navel. She occasionally felt just a tiny touch of pussy lip and pussy lip. It was barely perceptible, and excruciatingly tantalizing. Her breathing began to get ragged. Her hips began to insistently push up against the tall girls bush. The passion was growing, like a balloon being blown up with tiny breaths. It wasn't in danger of popping for quite a while yet, but it was apparent that if it continued it was sure to happen eventually.
Chelsea smiled inwardly at the gentle little bumps she felt from the auburn bush beneath her. It was working. She was teasing her with just the minimal touches necessary to keep the arousal growing, but not so much as to cause a demanding response. But those first little bumps were signaling the inevitable. Rocking her hips forward and back she could just hit the tip of Liz's pussy lips with the protuberance growing from her crotch. She let the tip of her clit glide ever-so-gently against the skin beneath Liz's mound. She felt the shiver of delight beneath her and she began to get just a bit more energetic.
Their eyes continued to burn deeply into each other's souls and Chelsea saw the need for stepped up action. Reaching back to grab Liz's legs she pulled them up towards the sky and around in front of her. "Hold these here," she told Liz as she rose up to tower over the expectant girl beneath her. Much like the position she had been in when Veronica had managed the dual-fuck earlier, only the girls were facing each other, she lowered her crotch down to meet the bright pink twat with her own pleasure box. Big clit met small clit. Chelsea rubbed it over and over the straining-for-the-sky clit beneath her. The slippery pink nub gallantly pushed against the mammoth clit boring down upon it. Gauging Liz's mood with expert precision, she waited for the next insistent gash grinding from the widely-splayed crotch. When it came, she moved: lower. She could feel the lush pink lips of Liz's labia parting as she slid her precious clit downward to the opening. She could feel the slippery inside of those lips pulsing in anticipation of what was to come. She saw Liz's eyes open wide as saucers in expectation of the next move. Teasing was still in her blood and when Liz tried to rise up to force an insertion, Chelsea just rose enough to avoid it. She kept the contact preciously firm, but wouldn't let Liz dictate the timing or tempo. The wide-eyed pleading message was completely understood by the Amazon Queen. Wait. Wait. Wiggle a little bit. Feel the soft tissues of an expectantly wet cxnt. Only the edge of her long-shafted clit was inside Liz's southern lips and it was delicious. Sliding her shaft along the inner edge she maintained just enough motion and friction to keep their libidos going.
"What control!" thought Liz. She ached for the plunging, wicked fuck she knew would be coming her way. She could practically taste that massive clit embedding itself deep in her cavern of joy. But the timing was all in the hands (crotch?) of Chelsea. Over and over again she let just the very tip of her clit glide across the inner opening of Liz's lips. Minutes passed and the two girls continued their intimate coitus: incomplete for now, but oh so pleasurable. It was all Liz could do to keep from screaming in demand of the full-fledged fucking she wanted. But she had told Chelsea at the beginning to do with her as she wished, and if this is what she wished for then that was ok with her: as achingly incomplete as it was.
Liz watched as Chelsea's eyes grew wider and wider. Those big brown eyes and their long lashes had actually never looked more beautiful to Liz. She was sending a message that was for sure.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 17

[hghunt999]

BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 17
(By HGHunt)
Wham!
The teasing was over.
Liz's heart raced clear up into her throat as she felt the powerful plunge from Chelsea's crotch. Her aching pussy practically Hoovered Chelsea's clit into her vagina. She wanted Chelsea so badly that she was dreaming of having her entire body sucked deep into her womb. Obviously that wasn't going to happen, but the depth of Liz's desire was beyond rational thought. It was pure animal lust and she WANTED EVERYTHING of Chelsea to be inside her aching pussy. When she felt the meaty clit worm its way downward into her sizzling cxnt, she let out a scream that sounded like a wildcat in the night. Her desire had been put on hold for so long that she lost vocal control. It scared the other girls with its wild animal sound.
Chelsea smiled and began a slow grinding wiggle. She felt the sizzling heat of Liz's vagina cushioning her proud clit. Lush juicy friction between Liz's vagina lining and Chelsea's extraordinary plump clit sent them down the highway. Chelsea wiggled until she had squashed as much of her rubbery clit inside Liz's hole as she could get. Copulating like wicked weasels they heatedly fucked each other with steely intensity. Their eyes kept up their melting stares. Their hips hit a motion of lovely friction as Chelsea's clit slid out and in repeatedly. Liz's aching hole greedily accepted every plunge. Joyously rocking up to meet every downward thrust she bit her lip to keep from screaming again.
"Wonderful, wonderful. I never knew sex could be THIS good," Liz thought to herself as she smiled and moaned from the heavenly lush friction in her pussy.
Amanda watched from the sidelines in even more awe of Chelsea than before. She was on her feet, legs wide apart, knees bent, lining up her clit with Liz's hole and giving it a perfect fucking without missing a beat. Her leg muscles had been in this awkward position for a long, long time. On top of that she had been vigorously active for hours and yet she was still going strong. If it had been herself, she knew she would have collapsed from fatigue long before now. Amazing, truly amazing.
Every tenth or twelfth plunge into Liz's cxnt, Chelsea would pull out and rub Liz's hard little clitty with her own cxnt-juicy clitoris. These clit rubbing diversions kept the heat building and building. Their loins began to burn like a blast furnace. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rub, rub, rub. Finally the blast furnace took its last load of fuel and the bursting inferno enveloped the two horny cxnts. Jerking and spasming in uncontrollable tempo, they worked their organs together in glorious harmony. It was with bittersweet pleasure that Chelsea felt the waves of orgasm subside. She kept her firm clit as deeply imbedded inside Liz's cxnt as she could for the duration of her declining orgasm. Finally and with a wink of her good eye, she pulled out, leaving Liz's cum-soaked pussy behind.
Liz blissfully closed her eyes, let her legs fall back to the mat and she sighed while a contented smile spread across her face. She had felt shivers flood through her body when Chelsea winked at her. "God that was good." It was all she could say and it was all that was necessary.
Tossing her hair aside with a flirtatious swing of her head she cooed once again, "Who's next?" Chelsea was ready to go immediately.
Only Linda and Dawn were yet to couple with Chelsea since her brutal victory over Veronica. As Rashelle had just looked over and noticed that Veronica had fallen asleep. She was curled up in a fetal position and sound asleep in the corner. She made a motion in her direction and the others took a look. "Oh, what the fuck, let the bitch sleep," Chelsea graciously offered.
Dawn and Linda looked at each other and then back at Chelsea, who was standing tall and proud, despite her blemished appearance.
Linda took a deep breath and her C-cup tits jutted forward. Dawn glanced at Chelsea and then at Linda. A devilish smile crossed her lips. She reached over and took Linda's hand in her own and they turned and walked together towards Chelsea. They noticed a smile creep across her face and they caught a gleam in her eye as they approached. "Are you girls thinking what I hope you are thinking?"
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 18

[hghunt999]

BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 18
(By HGHunt)
That devilish smile expanded to cover all of Dawn's pretty face. She practically shouted, "Threeway!"
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh. I LIKE YOU!" Chelsea's grin gave away her excitement at the prospect of a three-way sexual encounter.
Stepping together the three girls bodies, dripping with sweat, and giving off sweet and wicked fumes from their exertions, secretions, and musky woman juices, they drew their faces close. Licking her lips Chelsea went for Linda's mouth with her own as Dawn met the intersection of their tongues with her own. Three faces, three mouths, three tongues, they jousted with each other in haphazard but lovely contortions. The slobbery wet junction of their tongues left dripping saliva all over their chests. It was an elegant dance, depriving no one of the lovely, lusty kissing flurry.
Dawn's fingers were carefully exploring the chests of both girls. She felt the full-breasted chest Linda was so proud of. She discovered the small hard nipples that fronted Chelsea's damaged boobs. Rejoicing in the erotic possibilities she cherished each small touch and every tiny response from one of her partners. She felt fingers clawing at her tits. First Chelsea and then Linda began teasing and toying with Dawn's lovely breasts. Six hands worked over six breasts, each girl with a hand on each of the others. Only a couple of minutes had elapsed since Chelsea's departure from the lush confines of Liz's pussy and now she was already panting and heaving her chest in response to the titillation.
Dawn took charge and suggested they get on the floor. She arranged them on their sides in a triangle head to toe. Tightening the triangle they each parted their legs and propped them open. Dawn was close to Chelsea's crotch while Chelsea was looking at Linda's hot box, and Linda quivered at the lovely sight of Dawn's plump-lipped pussy.
Dawn felt soft fingers gliding through her black straight-haired bush. Her straight long pubic hairs were probably some remnant of her intriguing ethnicity. Her combination heritage gave her a dazzlingly gorgeous face and the somewhat unique distinction of having no curly hairs sprouting from her crotch. Linda's fingers glided through her fuzz with ease, parting a path lower and lower. Inching towards her pussy, Dawn languished in the pleasure of both the current and expected exploration. Even with as much sexual stimulation already generated it was still a novelty reaction when Linda's gentle finger grazed across Dawn's pussy for the first time. It caused Dawn to jerk with a start. Dawn's own fingers were deftly examining the overworked pussy and clit of Queen Bush Chelsea. What a delicious two-pronged amalgam of sensations. Amazed by the length and breadth and stiffness of Chelsea's clit and hornily ravaging it with her fingers all while she opened her own pussy for Linda's wholly erotic manipulation.
Chelsea had wasted no time, she planted her wet mouth firmly over Linda's pussy and greedily began to lick, suck, and bite (gently). "Mmmmmmmmmmm, she tastes good," Chelsea was thinking. Right now her whole being had turned into a sexual organ. Every part of her wanted sex. Every part of her wanted these girls. The emotions, adrenalin, aromas, and overall intoxicating power of her victory, had caused her to lose all track of time and peripheral issues. Sex, sex, and more sex was all she wanted. What great fortune that there were six eager hot babes willing to indulge her. "YES!"
Within moments all three girls were hungrily chowing down on the hot wet cxnt under their face. Fingers helped out occasionally by pulling thick labia aside to pave the way for a deep tongue. They also probed each other's nipples and asses, continuously seeking ways to generate higher arousal. Hips began to wiggle. Clits were sucked deeply into mouths. Positions were reversed and their deep probing, licking, and sucking didn't lose a beat. Riding their wave higher and higher at a mutually shared pace it seemed as if they might hit an orgasmic peak real soon, but after several more minutes they were just below the explosion.
Chelsea pulled away and said, "I want a pussy to fuck and one to suck." Even though she was the one supposedly fulfilling the desires of the other two, it was a well-received request. Linda immediately scissored her legs across Chelsea's and plunged her crotch up against Chelsea's over-endowed clit. Dawn swung up to sit directly on Chelsea's face and Chelsea relished the glorious feel of two cxnts waging their horny quest for release on her body.
Linda maneuvered carefully and was able to rub her clit up against its monster counterpart. Her clit was really sensitive and the erotic potential of the massive monument jutting out from Chelsea's still hairy lips was excruciatingly erotic. She pushed at it and tried to wiggle it into her pussy. She got about half of it inside her pussy and she gyrated her hips, aching for more and more. When nearly all of it was buried inside her lush cxnt she began a straight-ahead pounding. It felt so much like a real cock fucking her she went crazy with lust, shouting and groaning. Her noisy response lifted Dawn and Chelsea to another level also and within moments they were worming into each other causing three-way orgasmic bliss.
They came down from their joyous explosion and were greeted by four girls clapping their approval. Tesha looked quickly at the other girls and before you know it she had launched into a suggestion that no one could dismiss. "How about a thank you finale for Chelsea now?" The other girls nodded and Tesha stepped over to the disjoining mass of girl flesh and choreographed a grand finale multi-girl coupling that would be sure to give Chelsea more pussy at one time than she had probably ever dreamed of before. Being the greedy type, and since it was her idea, she took Linda's spot between Chelsea's legs, inching her pussy up against Chelsea's still throbbing pussy. She put Liz and Linda on either side of Chelsea's torso, seated with legs splayed apart and their crotches within easy reach of Chelsea's hands. Rashelle was positioned on the throne of Chelsea's face facing the other girls. Finally Chelsea's vacant toes received their gift of pussy. Dawn and Amanda knelt on the floor and squatted their damp crotches slowly down onto Chelsea's toes. Chelsea had gasped at the thought of what Tesha was offering her. Six lovely girls were each providing intimate access to their fragrant well-lubricated cxnts.
"Go!" shouted Tesha.
Chelsea was splayed out on the floor with every part of her sexy body inundated by pussy. Her hands went to work plying the folds and crevices of Liz and Linda's pussies, her feet wiggled their way into erotic penetration of Amanda and Dawn with her big toes. Her mouth and pussy, the core of her sex, were equally busy fucking Rashelle and Tesha.
The other girls had plenty of nearby skin with which to amuse their hands and mouths. Groping at anything they could reach, uncountable combinations of sexual touches occurred in the next minutes. Their sighs were melting into one. Their bodies were melting into one. It was as if some sort of chemical reaction had been catalyzed in slow motion. Amazingly Chelsea managed to keep all six of her involved parts busy and active. How she did it none of them knew, but each was sure that Chelsea was focusing on her cxnt above the rest. Liz shivered in delight with the way Chelsea played with her pussy. Amanda had never enjoyed a girl's foot so much as now. Wow! Dawn ground her cxnt forcefully against Chelsea's toe, only to feel it respond and plunge in her with a wonderful wiggly penetration. Linda groaned with pleasure when she felt Chelsea's fingers tweak her clit in an especially appealing way. Rashelle couldn't believe her good luck as Chelsea's talented tongue maintained a remarkable rhythm of lush eating. And then there was Tesha who felt like she was engaged in the most delicious cxnt-bumping yet. The seven were a groping, licking, probing, tweaking, kissing, humping, fucking, mass of hormonal pleasure. Their timing merged and melted into perfectly harmonious rocking sexual joy. Before the events of the last week none of them could have ever imagined such orgiastic synchronization. But yet, there they were climbing towards their umpteenth orgasm and rising together.
Chelsea blissfully moved her hands, feet, tongue, and pussy to an inner timing and heat that was unquenchable it seemed. She ached for the wonderful sensations to just suspend themselves in time. She dreamt she could enjoy this glory forever and ever until the end of time.
Alas, it was only a dream. Alas, she was human after all. The other girls were human as well and their physiology demanded what it had been demanding all day.
Release!
It took nearly half an hour, but eventually their sweaty gorgeous bodies hit the perfect rhythm of pleasure and they blasted off in an orgiastic explosion of cosmic proportions. Their writhing bodies tried to capture each other in hedonistic wicked pleasure. Some screamed, some groaned, some just sighed, but one thing was shared by all. It was the most intensely erotic moment of their lives.
Especially Chelsea. The combination of lust and power and reward she felt by being able to pleasure 6 wet pussies all at once was pure heaven.
Finally the hormonal surges drained away. Their bodies became aware of the sore muscles, tired joints, overworked genitalia, and just generally run-down bodies. They remorsefully but necessarily pulled their bodies apart, separating ever so slowly. Few words were spoken as they took deep breaths to begin reclaiming some of the immense amounts of oxygen they had burned.
Amazingly, when they looked over in the corner, Veronica was still sound asleep (at least it appeared). So much had transpired and their focus was so intent on their sex that they lost all track of time. Surprise overtook them when they looked at the clock and saw that it was past 9:30 at night. They had been fornicating and fighting and all other manner of orgiastic sex for nine and a half hours. When that sunk in it was even more amazing: Chelsea had kept going strong throughout all of it. The warm-up sex, the multi-hour fight with a girl her physical equal (within a sliver of a cxnt hair, anyway), and the back-to-back-to-back sex with its multi-orgasmic immensity. WOW!
"Queen Bush. It has a nice ring to it don't you think?" Chelsea's comment reminded the other six that this had been a fight over the right to use the nickname. As enamored as they were by Chelsea ever since her stunning victory, her comment was a sober reminder that it had all been at the expense of a girl they admired and looked up to for their entire volleyball careers up to this point.
Feeling just a small pang of guilt, Tesha pushed it back into the depths of her mind and offered, "Well, I guess you can be called Queen Bush from now on. Thanks for letting us participate in your war with Veronica. You are certainly a deserving champion. What should we do with her?" She motioned over at the huddled girl in the corner. Each girl knew that only Chelsea could answer that question.
"I am sure the bitch will know her place now. I'm not worried at all about her. Just let her sleep. But just to rub it in a little bit more I think I'll take her clothes. I deserve a reminder of the whipping I gave her." Dawn retrieved the necklace from its box that had been laid aside. She put it around Chelsea's neck. Chelsea beamed with pride and thanked the girls for their thoughtfulness. Chelsea and the others dressed and then Chelsea picked up Veronica's clothes and they all left, turning out the lights before departing the room.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 19

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BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 19
(By HGHunt)
Veronica. Sad Veronica. Losing to Chelsea had been bad enough, but then to witness the incredible homage the other girls seemed so willing to pay to the victress was enough to break her. Almost. The tortuous fight had taken everything physically from her that she had to give. To top it off, the humiliation and psychological pain of what she had witnessed, in part, between Chelsea and the other girls going at each other with so much incredible lusty energy was even worse. SHE had been a leader among these girls for up to three years with some of them, and now it was clear that Chelsea had not only replaced her, but probably had taken on an even more lofty idol status among the six. Even though she slept through the last hour and a half of their orgy she had seen and heard enough to know that Chelsea was literally acting like a queen and the six were acting like pawns. It was enough to make her puke.
The sleep cured her worst physical exhaustion, but the pain from the fight and its aftermath lingered when she finally awoke in the pitch-dark room, huddled on the floor of the wrestling room about half an hour after the others had left. She moved her arms and legs; twisting her body this way and that to decipher what might be hurting. Fortunately it seemed that nearly all her pain was muscular. Her muscles were very sore as were many of the bruises and welts on her head and torso. And to top it off she had a monstrous headache. But she could move and it seemed apparent that Chelsea and the six were gone. Her eyes were working but it was very dark. Looking toward the door she could see the faintest glow of the emergency exit sign down the hall through the small window. Carefully she stood and placed one foot in front of the other. Meeting no barriers she made it to the door and found the light switch. Flipping it on she looked around the empty room. She saw her apartment key lying on the floor, lonely. The girls were gone and so were her clothes. She noted the clock. It read 10:08. She knew it would be dark outside now. Afraid of the possibility of walking across campus naked she began scrounging among the nooks and crannies of the wrestler's den. She found a couple of dirty sweatshirts and some towels tossed in a pile behind one of the workout apparati. Wrapping the towel around her like a skirt and pulling the musty athletic department sweatshirt over her head she left. Yuck!
Her walk home in the darkness of campus went by without incident; luckily for her. Few were about and she stuck to the out-of-the-way paths. She made it to her dorm room safely. She ached for a bath but had to satisfy herself with a long slow shower. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that she had five red marks on her face, two of which were ballooned up into knots. Her lip was bloated from the cut administered by Chelsea's fist. Her body had nearly 20 similar bruises and visible marks. Her legs ached and her eyes stung from all the tears.
The shower helped but it certainly didn't remove the damage she had suffered. She looked at her once-proud bush of pussy hair and recoiled to see how much had been ripped out. Like Chelsea she had maybe 40-50% remaining. She wondered how much Chelsea had left. After all, their feminine pubes had been the instigating cause of their bush war. She couldn't really remember just exactly how their fight had ended, but she knew that she had fought with Chelsea hard for a very long time and that she had felt 'in the advantage' for much of the fight. It must have been by the slimmest of margins that Chelsea had managed her victory. What should she do? Should she wait in hiding some time and pummel the shit out of the bitch? Should she quit school, the team, and slink away somewhere else where she would never see Chelsea again? Should she just bide her time, looking for the perfect opportunity to challenge her again? How would the other girls treat her now?
All those questions floated through her mind as she drifted off to sleep.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 20

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BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 20
(By HGHunt)
Chelsea was high as a kite as she glided across campus. Even with the pain and ugly appearance, she glowed with a self-satisfied aura of bliss. Her dreams had come true. She had crushed Veronica into oblivion and she felt sure that she wouldn't be any problem for her, on or off the court. Her roommate was also gone and she took a long look in the mirror before showering. She noted her cuts, bruises, welts, matted and tangled hair and most of all, her tortured bush. No doubt about it. Veronica had done some serious hair pulling down there. It looked like a tornado had gone through and scattered debris all over. Hee hee, she wondered what the wrestlers would think when they discovered all those dark brown pubic hairs in clumps all over their mats. Questions floated through her mind as she cleaned up in the shower and went to bed. But they weren't the same questions that troubled Veronica. Her questions were far more intoxicating and pleasant. Who fucked her the best? Who tasted best? Which girl might be in love with her? Why were they so impressed by her assets? What would practice be like next week? On and on she dreamed. Her body needed the rest and was grateful for the sleep that finally came about midnight.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 21

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BUSH WAR AT THE U - CHAPTER 21
(By HGHunt)
Each of the other six girls headed home having been thrilled beyond belief by all they had witnessed. Their pussies and minds had been subjected to more intense erotic and wicked delight than they could have ever imagined. Each came away with the feeling that they personally were Chelsea's favorite. She had so vigorously enjoyed her couplings, and so movingly adapted to their desires, that each thought the she alone was the special one. Six girls had developed powerful crushes on Chelsea today. Every one of them, even as soon as the walk home, had felt stirrings inside that were clearly the horny aspirations to fuck and love and have sex with Chelsea again. Besides their obvious lust for Chelsea came a new appreciation for competitive sex.
Sexfighting: God how fun. Every one of them had thrilled at their competition with her counterpart in the preliminaries. Ooooooohhhhhh, it had been delicious. Tesha and Linda, by virtue of being roommates talked continuously about their day. Over and over again they recounted events that flooded into their memories. They, like the others took refreshing showers and went to bed. They were in limbo between continued horny lust and the overpowering need to rest. Rest won out.
Monday was their day for recovery. Labor Day saw many of the students returning from their long weekends and Chelsea and Veronica couldn't avoid questions that arose about their appearance. Chelsea still had a marvelous shiner under her left eye and her numerous contusions hadn't disappeared completely. Veronica avoided others as much as possible, but she too had to answer many questions. "Had she been in a fight?" "Yes." "With who?" "It doesn't matter." "Did you win?" "She looks just as bad as me or worse." Those were the kinds of questions and answers Veronica gave. She volunteered no more.
Chelsea of course proudly claimed she had won when she was asked about her fight. The other girls simply couldn't stop thinking about what had gone on. Tesha and Linda took advantage of their sharing a room to go into mock sexual combat again and again. The others would have to wait.
Becca Winslow had been wondering before the weekend just what was wrong with her team. When Tuesday's afternoon practice rolled around she didn't have to wonder any more. The physical effects of the beatings Veronica and Chelsea had given each other did not escape the watchful eye of their coach. Yes, Veronica had shown up. Her scholarship was too valuable. At least that was the reason she brought up when one of the girls asked why she hadn't packed up and left the university.
When Coach Winslow had contemplated her upcoming season, she worried that the obvious conflict between Veronica and Chelsea would damage team chemistry. It was now apparent that the lackluster practices from the week before stemmed from the animosity between the two tall athletes. No matter what she tried to do to salve the obvious wounds from that first week of practice, and the fight, she was having a hard time getting the team to gel.
Then, surprisingly, two weeks into the season she noticed a difference in the girls. Chelsea and Veronica didn't share hateful glances between points any more. The other girls seemed to pick up on the attitude change and their passes became less tentative and more precise. They won more than half their games during the early portion of the season, but by the midway point they were clobbering many strong teams. They lost just a couple of matches to powerhouse teams. When the tournament rolled around they made a strong run, winning their regional championship and not losing until the national semifinals. Becca was very proud of her team. It was the farthest their program had ever advanced in the playoffs and it was a tribute to the girls and their coach that they had overcome their early season problems to succeed at that level.
To the girls on the team, at least for seven of them, it was the most fun they had ever had. Those road trips to tournaments and the adjoining suites in the hotels gave seven girls more opportunities than enough to satisfy their newfound love and lust for sexfights. They contrived all sorts of events and partner combinations, with spectators and in private, for their horny pleasure. Chelsea was usually at the center of attention and it was obvious that she was the best at most every contest. Who could last the longest? Who could make the other come first? Who could whatever? You name it. Usually it was Chelsea who was the answer to their questions.
Over the semester and season they each had become emboldened in their aggressiveness in sexual situations. Each girl had seduced at least one other girl into some sort of sexplay or sexfight. A couple of occasions were actually pretty serious confrontations between one of the girls and a non-volleyball counterpart. Tesha in fact, had become adept at contriving situations where she could evaluate a girl very quickly to determine if she might be a hot-headed and hot-blooded type who might accept the kind of sexual challenge she would throw down. Linda, her roommate was not jealous, since she too had found a couple of girls who she had whipped in a sexfight. They shared their experiences and were even beginning to cooperate and work together to coerce sexy girls into their clutches.
With the season over, some of the strict team rules dropped by the wayside. They began attending parties and going to bars. Alcohol, rampant as it was on most campuses, made it that much easier to find a confrontational bitch to get all worked up over. All this didn't stop the girls from getting together in pairs and small groups among themselves for some action. One day when Tesha, Linda, Liz, and Amanda were relaxing after a sexy interlude that had every girl coupled with every other at least twice, they were talking and draining their second bottle of wine. Hanging out in Amanda's apartment they were totally relaxed.
Tesha began to talk about a conversation she had back at the dorm a few days before. Several girls from their floor had been hanging out in one of the rooms down the hall, listening to music, chatting, and downing a few beers. There had been about 7 girls in the room. Tesha and Linda, known since that day back during the first week of classes as kinky girls, were both there. As they got to talking in their half-drunk status Linda let slip about her interest in and competence with sex-fighting. A couple of the girls were a little shy and bashful about the talk. Some of the others were a bit intrigued. Tesha and Linda had to describe what it was to the shy ones. Blushing profusely, it had been apparent that their horny talk had lit a spark of imagination within the two. But what Tesha was anxious to tell Liz and Amanda about was this freshman blonde who had sat quietly throughout her descriptions.
Turning to Linda from time to time as she told the story, for confirmation that she was getting it right, she told about how finally, after much informational discussion of what sexfighting was, and after both Tesha and Linda had relayed a personal story of one of their sexfight victories (neither mentioned the Chelsea and Veronica war), this freshman had acted like she was some sort of Queen or something and had looked down her nose at them. Yes, literally she had looked down her nose at them as they relayed their stories and even at the conclusion she just stared at them with an icy coldness.
"What happened?" Liz wanted to know.
"Well, I could hardly believe this lying cxnt. When I asked her what her problem was she had the audacity to tell me that I don't know anything about sexfighting. And then acting as haughty as you can imagine, she proceeded to tell us that 'she' was an expert sexfighter. Some of us laughed at her right to her face, because this girl is one of those nerdy smart girls. She majors in physics or computers or some damn thing. She is a nice looking girl, but she is almost always in her books. I can't imagine she would even have the balls to fight with her sex. In fact when she finished she went so far as to tell us the most ridiculous thing. She told us that she once had a sexfight and it lasted for 72 hours straight. Haaaa! Isn't that so ridiculous as to be totally preposterous? I laughed so hard I had to get up and leave or else I would have pissed my panties. I left and the little party broke up. I haven't seen her since. Is that how it went from the way you saw it, Linda?"
"Well, yes. But the most important part is the way she looked at you when you walked out. She looked at you with eyes that burned blue with hate. I could tell she wanted to just tear you apart, but somehow she managed to keep her cool. Those daggers of hate she shot at you as you left the room were REAL. If I were you I'd be careful around her." Tesha laughed at Linda's warning. Amanda and Liz were of course intrigued by this story. Any of the others would have been intrigued of course also. The notion of sexfighting, hell, fighting in general, had taken over so much of their thoughts in the past weeks.
Liz had questions for them. "What does she look like? How big is she? Is she pretty? Where is she from?" The questions came out all at once and Linda and Tesha tried to answer them.
Linda answered, "Well, she is actually a very pretty girl. She had long blonde hair that she keeps full and bouncy. It doesn't just hang straight. She wears reading glasses when she's studying, which is a lot, but when she takes them off you can tell she is really pretty."
Tesha interrupted to add, "I did notice she had pretty big tits and she is kind of tall too, possibly five feet eight or nine. I don't know what kind of shape she is in, but I don't think she is very athletic. I don't know where she comes from, out of state I think."
"God, Tesha. It sounds to me like you might be having a fight on your hands pretty soon." Liz had listened intently to all this and it made her pussy wet just thinking about this mystery girl. "Oh, by the way, what is her name?"
Tesha sighed and told them. "Oh, her name is Emily."
THE END

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