THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS, part 6

Kristine’s cheeks immediately turned red, but that didn’t stop her from moving towards Valentine with determination. With a quick step ahead, the cheerleader met the brunette in the center of the pier, both young girls pushing their fat boobs together again as they kept their hands on their hips.

“You will know who’s bigger and firmer when you fall in the water on your ass, honey,” the dancer groaned against Valentine’s face.

“It’s you who will end up in the water, sweetheart,” Valentine retorted grimly. “And then youwill know. After all these months, you will finally know.”

Kristine grunted softly in response, and Valentine immediately felt the brunette’s heavy glands dragging across hers a few inches. Sensing what her rival was looking for, she moved her own bosoms a bit, also seeking the position where she could take better advantage of the generous volume of her breast mass. The blonde immediately felt Kristine’s thick nipples penetrating her areolas even through the double layer of lycra, and her own hardened rods returned the favor in the dancer’s areolas—she should have guessed that, with boobs so similar in size and shape, that would happen. However, that time Valentine didn’t bring up the stiff nipple issue, and Kristine didn’t seem willing to do so either.

“Are you ready?” the cheerleader asked, pulling back her right leg, flexing her left. Through their breast connection, she immediately felt the same movement from the other girl.

“Always,” Kristine whispered, and the body contest between leggy, busty rivals broke out again.

Valentine instantly noticed how much pressure her arms and hands had saved her before, her two proud boobs immediately taking an overwhelming surge of volume and firmness from Kristine’s breasts. But her pair resisted as both beauties moaned aloud, their sensitive jugs pushing each other in the middle of the wooden pier. Suppressing her instinct to pull her hands away from her hips and grab her enemy, Valentine used her long legs to propel herself forward and crushed the two set of bosoms even tighter, but still no girl retreated. Unlike the first duel among the trees, in that small pier there was not too much margin for error. Valentine knew she could give up a step, but a second one would throw her into the lake in humiliating wet defeat. However, if she could get Kristine to take two steps back…

There was no doubt that Kristine was also aware of just how close both victory and defeat were, as Valentine felt another strong push against her breasts that almost knocked her back. Her breasts responded with impetus and, for half a second, the blonde perceived the dancer’s body almost losing its balance. The beautiful women kept on negotiating thrusts, never separating their D-cup boobs while their bikini-clad titflesh bulged under the mutual pressure. Valentine could not help but pant as her young breasts took more and more of Kristine’s firm mass, more and more of her hard nipples, so she moved her shoulders to ensure that her glands were in the best position to crush with volume and stab with erections. Kristine’s moans let her know that her plan was working, but Valentine couldn’t deny that the brunette’s boobs were affecting her in the same dirty way, her body quivering in unison with the tremors of Kristine’s.

Am I really doing this? Valentine thought for a few seconds of lucidity, her fat bust squeezing against her foe’s equally big rack. When just over an hour before she was in her room covering her heavy and luscious globes with her pink bikini, all she had expected for her virtues was a bit of tanning, but what she could never have guessed was that before the day was out, she would end up getting her breasts into the biggest mess of all, testing them in the most unexpected way possible against the girl who had been challenging her mental health on a daily basis for years. Her sexy boobs were made to be seductively displayed in low-cut clothes and bikinis, to brag about their size and solidity, to touch and kiss them when she was alone in her bedroom or in the company of some lucky guy. But now, challenged by Kristine Anderson, Valentine had discovered that her pair was also good for much more: to intimidate and threaten, to shove and fight. Against all social norms, it was a direct, frontal way to resolve uncertainties and ambiguities. So, gritting her teeth, the cheerleader kept pushing, leaving any personal and moral doubts for when her female ego was not at stake.

The body strength test continued, one minute becoming two, and then three before Valentine lost track of time, neither she nor her rival being able to move the other one a single step backwards. But, at some point that the blonde was unable to identify, the female clash changed its direction, and she realized that she was surprisingly dragging her breasts from side to side through the brunette’s—how long she had been doing it, she had no idea. But her surprise was even greater when she noticed that Kristine was doing the same thing, rubbing her big boobs firmly against hers from right to left, from left to right. But none of that made the dancer’s legs push any less hard, so Valentine didn’t relax hers one iota and kept shoving with every muscle of her long, toned limbs as both beauties straightened up a bit, each chest friction answered by another chest friction.

“Blonde whore,” Kristine panted, her face pushed against Valentine’s, their breaths mingling between gasps. “I admit you’ve put some muscle into your legs with all that cheerleading and swimming, but you’re still going to end up in the water.”

Valentine noticed that, in spite of where the maximum pressure point was undeniably located, Kristine was focusing her attention on her legs, not her bosoms, and that time she was fine with that since she didn’t feel ready to openly admit what she and the brunette were actually doing with their breasts. In her rationalization of those dirty actions, she felt there was a big difference between thrusting forward with her mammary glands and rubbing them against Kristine’s hard pair, because the former could still qualify as a fighting act, while the latter went in a direction that was much more uncomfortable to accept.

“Dancing and swimming has also strengthened your legs well,” Valentine conceded as she tried to get that last line of thought out of her head, her fleshy mouth just an inch and a half away from the other girl’s. “But that’s not gonna help you when I push you into the lake, you dark-haired cunt.”

“You’re not thatstrong, Val,” Kristine said, giving Valentine a dirty breast-to-breast rub while still pushing hard with her strong legs. “You think you’re such a hot and tough bitch, but you’ve been avoiding me for four years.”

“What?” the blonde almost screeched in disbelief, her heart hammering in her chest as she scrubbed it a little harder against Kristine’s, as she matched the strength of the dark-haired girl’s legs with her own. “Listen, slut, and listen well: if you had told me you wanted to get it on, I would have given you what you were looking for anytime these last four years.” Even as she spoke, Valentine realized that the words were disturbingly true. “After class, in front of everyone, or in private as now.”

“I would have loved to humiliate your legs in front of the whole school,” the dancer said proudly.

“It would have been your legs that everyone would have seen humiliated,” the cheerleader spat back.

“You don’t have anywhere near what it takes to humiliate anything on my body,” Kristine challenged.

“This body of mine has plenty of what it takes to handle and humiliate yours,” Valentine replied. “Especially if we compare legs.”

“You bitch!” The blonde noticed a certain annoying touch in the brunette’s voice. “You wish you had legs like mine!”

“Never, you slut!” Valentine herself noticed Kristine’s words getting under her skin in spite of herself. “Mine are stronger and longer!”

Legs had always been at the heart of everything that went wrong between Kristine and her, so Valentine wasn’t surprised that the mutual disdain for each other’s proud assets made them escalate the fight right away. Both girls immediately began to bump into each other chest to chest with a violence that arose from the furious words exhaled, Valentine’s blood boiling at the thought of Kristine actually believing that she could one way or another humiliate her long legs. Summoning all the reserves of strength in her powerful lower limbs, the blonde started to ram her bosoms again and again against the brunette’s equally heavy pair, but her ferocity was instantly matched by Kristine and her impetuous boob-first thrusts, with both young beauties moaning and roaring face to face as they mashed their dense bikini-clad glands together under the moonlight.

Valentine’s pink flip-flops flew off her feet as she twisted her bust to smash her sexy globes into Kristine’s from the right, but the brunette turned her body to receive the blow head-on and return it with her own quick smack of breasts. There were two or three more mutual collisions before the eighteen-year-old girls suddenly found themselves circling around each other in the narrow pier, the weighty loads of their bikini tops insistently, eagerly bumping together. Giving and taking blows, Valentine dismissed the recurring doubts that tried to assail her mind about the unconventional way she and her foe were fighting and let the prominent pride she had developed in her big boobs over the past year flow through her body now that she discovered that they could be real weapons. But that satisfaction was disputed over and over again by the determination that supported Kristine’s breast strokes, the other girl’s hot glands standing in the way of Valentine’s bosoms all the while with their youthful firmness and substantial size.

The aggressive female dance continued for a few minutes on the wooden pier, the grunts of contained effort and pain echoing through the night as the D-cup pair of the blue-eyed blonde clashed against the D-cup pair of the brown-eyed brunette with an insistence that was always powerfully answered. It wasn’t until Kristine accompanied a hard breast pounding with a dirty, quick boobs-to-boobs rub that Valentine decided it was time to up the stakes. Crashing furiously into the dancer, she began to scrub her sweaty bosoms across Kristine’s solid orbs, forcing a series of short moans from the depths of the throats of both females. With their hands still on their hips, the two rivals moved their torsos left and right aggressively, and Valentine couldn’t help but grunt as she felt Kristine’s nipples dragging through her bikini—they felt twice as hard as they had minutes earlier.

“You are even stiffer than before, Val,” Kristine accused as she pushed her fleshy mouth against the blonde’s ear, her words connecting with Valentine’s thoughts.

“You too, Kris,” the cheerleader replied in the brunette’s ear. “If you beg me, maybe there’s still time to let you kiss me again, as I’m sure you’re looking forward to it,” she arrogantly concluded.

“You haughty low-class bitch,” Kristine grunted, her boobs feeling suddenly fuller against Valentine’s pair. “You can suck my big tits like you’ve been wanting for months.”

“Don’t put in my mouth what you want, cunt,” the blonde exhaled, her breasts rubbing against Kristine’s insistently. “Now that you feel mine against yours, you must be dying to eat them.”

“I’m sure you’d love for me eating these boobies of yours, but that will never happen,” the dark-haired girl groaned.

The oral battle to settle who lusted after whom resumed with an extra edge of spitefulness after the long skirmish of bikini-clad busts in the pier. Valentine knew it was too late to retrace the path of hatred and forget what they had said to each other in the heat of the catfight to return to the moment when they could have let themselves be carried away by carnal curiosity to lock their young sexy bodies together in a completely different way—if only for one night. Now, the beautiful cheerleader was only interested in proving that she was the better of the two, and that included forcing the other leggy, buxom woman to admit that she had the hots for her.

“Liar.” Valentine intensified the friction between breasts as her hot breath kissed Kristine’s ear. “Sooner or later you’re gonna put your dirty tongue on my fat tits, because my body makes you hornier than you’ve ever been.”

“Let’s see who is hornier here, blondie,” Kristine said as Valentine noticed the other girl’s face turning towards hers.

As if there were some magnetic force impossible to resist, the cheerleader rotated her own head to suddenly find herself making out with the dancer again—in spite of the mutual accusations, she seemed as unable as Kristine to control her lust. The impulsive kiss made both young girls moan softly but, determined to show herself as imperturbable and confident as possible, Valentine immediately stifled the next sighs that rose in her throat. In front of her, Kristine also stopped moaning so, for the next few seconds, only the wet sound of thick lips brushing each other could be heard under the full moon. Slowly, the arms of one and the other left the hips to hug the rival’s body, their dense hard-nippled bosoms squeezing each other as the echo of the saliva-filled kisses intensified in the surrounding waters. Again it seemed that the fight was put aside to make way for a session of delicate, friendly seduction, but Valentine knew that she was still in the middle of a battle—the most bizarre and unpredicted of all battles.

Opening her eyes, Valentine met Kristine’s defiant gaze staring straight at her, the brunette’s dilated pupils flashing dangerously under the bluish moonlight. Narrowing her own blue eyes, the cheerleader opened and closed her mouth in unison with the dancer, the kiss growing wetter and deeper with every second until, feeling herself vulnerable and unbeatable at the same time, Valentine pushed her tongue forward to rape the other girl’s mouth…just to find Kristine’s oral muscle trying the same thing. The contact made both females moan, and the throbbing that had been lightly pounding between the young cheerleader’s legs for many minutes strengthened.

It was then that something white floating in the lake next to the pier caught the blonde’s attention. Looking past the shoulder of her enemy, Valentine realized that it was Kristine’s flip-flops—like herself, the brunette must have lost them during the violent breast duel. The almost dreamlike vision worked as a trigger, and every muscle in her young, fit body tensed as Valentine remembered in which direction she should be focusing her efforts.

The kiss broke with a resounding double gasp, the blonde pulling her hot mouth away from the brunette’s before pushing herself forehead to forehead against her.

“You’re really horny, Kris,” Valentine gasped as she looked intensely into her foe’s eyes. “So I think you could use a nice cold dip.”

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