Here we go everyone, the final portion of Chapter 8!
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Titfight Academy, Part 8 (B)As Padma too stepped to the side, Angelina and Lavender were left on the mat alone. The new pair of contestants appeared to have chosen to spend a moment eyeing each other up, so I decided to give them a quick once over of my own. Both fighters had already removed their shirts, each meeting their opponent in just a bra and gym shorts. Lavender's blonde hair was in a ponytail, while Angelina's dark curls fell around her shoulders in a rather glamorous cascade. Though both young women could be described as 'pretty', I had to admit that the term didn't really do full justice to the ebony third-year's physical characteristics. Angelina was one of few girls here who could offer my gorgeous girlfriend serious competition in the looks department, the others being Megan and Cho. And now probably Ginny as well. That's not to say that none of the remaining female students were attractive, of course. They just weren't in the same league as Fleur.
Lavender had some extra meat on her bones, but she carried it well, and the girl's figure was more curvy than anything else. Next to Susan or Hannah she would've looked reasonably fit. But the blonde firsty wasn't being compared to them right now. The tall, dark-skinned woman facing her on the mat was about as far from pleasantly plump as you could imagine, Angelina's sculpted physique radiating strength and confidence. Countless male students were drooling after the athletic black third-year, and as I drank in her muscular limbs, pronounced bust, washboard stomach and surprisingly full hips and booty, I could definitely see the appeal. Angelina was thick in all the right places and toned everywhere else, a fairly rare combination that couldn't be achieved without the aid of some seriously good genes.
As Lavender and the ebony beauty stared each other down, I used the opportunity to compare their respective bodies up close, drinking in every little detail. And true enough, even though the blonde did have a very nice, curvacious figure, it didn't put Angelina's to shame in the least. If anything, it seemed like the black girl had her less athletic rival slightly outgunned both up top and down around her thighs and bum, all the while having much better muscle definition and a relatively narrow waist. I noticed a frown appear on Lavender's cute, round face as the blonde appeared to come to the same conclusion. She wasn't going to beat the Nubian goddess in a hotness contest.
Luckily for her, however, we weren't here to choose Miss Bikini Body - the winner of this fight would be decided by tits only. With a cocky grin Lavender reached back to unclasp her her bra, flinging it towards the audience. Several male students whistled at the busty blonde's best assets, and I could even hear a few grunts from the back row as the girl's round, quivering jugs plopped down with a soft thud. Lavender's skin was smooth and creamy, and while her boobs were neither the biggest nor the firmest-looking pair in the school, there was no point claiming that I didn't find them highly attractive. Letting my eyes wash over the blonde firsty's ample titflesh, I licked my lips in approval. Lavender had some pretty nice tits.
As I turned my gaze towards Angelina, I noticed that the ebony girl had followed her opponent's example. Angelina's coffee-coloured jugs were slightly larger than the blonde's, and to me it looked as if their shape might've been a bit rounder, perkier. The black beauty also appeared to hold a small, barely perceptible edge in how high her tits sat on her chest, the first-year's creamy rack seeming to have just a hint more visible sag and bounce than Angelina's set did. Had I not seen Lavender's supple boobs in action before, I would almost certainly have given the firmness edge to the black girl. But as things stood, it was probably wiser not to jump into any conclusions just yet. A far more obvious contrast existed between Lavender's lightly tanned, pleasant curves and Angelina's dark, toned and beautifully muscular frame.
"Damn..." one of the firsties sitting the row ahead of me murmured to her friends. "Say what you will, but that black girl looks bloody scary to me. I would NOT want to go up against her." The other first-years seemed to nod in agreement, eyeing the tall and sinewy third-year student carefully. "Yeah, me neither. With boobs like that, she could probably flatten all of us in a row, even Romilda," the thin, mousy-looking girl from earlier said in a quiet voice. "Or beat us to a pulp using her fists even if she lost the titfight. You think Lavender has an actual chance against her?" Apparently the question was directed at the curly-haired brunette, since she was the one who answered. "I guess... I mean, Lav DID beat that French girl, and Angelina's boobs look pretty much exactly like those. So I'd say it's at least possible. Ain't gonna be easy, though."
The brunette's friends glanced at each other, looking thoughtful. Having gotten numerous chances to ogle at Angelina's and my girlfriend's jugs side-by-side, I wasn't sure if the darker orbs could quite match Fleur's perfect, nearly spherical breasts in terms of visual appearances. But they certainly weren't far off. In terms of size the ebony beauty's globes were every bit as large and heavy as Fleur's, and while I personally liked to think that my girl held a tiny edge in perkiness, the difference was barely perceptible.
I'd watched Fleur and Angelina bump tits on several occasions last year, and was all too aware of how evenly matched the two women were. My girlfriend's gorgeous jugs had managed to squeak out a win in each of their brutal bouts, but only after taking heavy damage from the black beauty's similarly sized and shaped set. Their most recent match, back in the beginning of September, had been especially close, and for much of its duration it'd looked like Angelina was finally going to get the better of her arch enemy. But Fleur had stubbornly fought on, slinging her black and blue tits against the ebony girl's chest until one fighter finally felt her breasts melt and ooze around the opposing pair. My girlfriend won that day, but only by the breadth of a hair. I could still recall Fleur's look of horrified awe as she'd held her pained, quivering boobs in her hands, trying to massage some life back into them. Had Lavender - and later Ginny - not barged her way into this year's championship race, I'm sure that today's event would've pitted the French hottie and the ebony beauty against each other in yet another rematch. Not that it still couldn't, mind you. The black girl had every chance of continuing on to the final.
But while Angelina's physique was by far the more intimidating of the two, Lavender looking more like a cute and fluffy school girl next to her, the blonde first-year had already provided plenty of proof on how dangerous her boobs were. Their full, round and pleasantly bouncy appearance might easily lull an opponent into ill-founded complacency, carefully masking the thick breastmeat that hid inside. Angelina's friend Alicia had learned that lesson the hard way, and had in all likelihood warned the black girl not to repeat her mistake.
As I reluctantly dragged my eyes away from Lavender's meaty rack, pausing to admire an enticing jiggle, I could see the self-assured smirk adorning the blonde's face. Unlike her fellow firsties, Lavender looked as smug and confident as ever, meeting the statuesque ebony girl's intense stare without any sign of hesitation or worry.
"Any last words, Angie?" the curvacious blonde asked sweetly. "Before my tits knock those big, brown udders flat?" A chorus of sharp gasps met her taunt, the crowd not apparently having expected Lavender to act quite so cocky. I watched Angelina's full, plump lips slowly curl into a malicious sneer.
"God, I love fresh meat," she grinned in a long, seductive drawl. "It's so fucking tender. I bet you'll actually cry when I'm done with your pathetic set. Pounding those soft little boobs to mush is gonna be even more fun than I thought."
"Bring it then, bitch," Lavender shot back, taking a step towards the black girl. "Talk is cheap. Just like you." Her dark-skinned opponent replied with an angry hiss, and I stared as each contestant began to circle the other.
Surprising me, both lunged forward at the same time, and a dull smack of their breasts crashing together thudded against the walls. Angelina's big, firm jugs shook and quivered from the impact, but so did Lavender's smaller boobs. Both women groaned and rammed toward each other again, with similar results. The black girl's thick breasts bounced against her younger opponent's dense set, and then both pairs of breasts compressed at the point of impact. This time, the fighters didn't pull back for another slam, choosing to keep their chest pushing into the opposing bust instead. Looking closely, it seemed to me as if Angelina's large boobs had displaced slightly less than the blonde's tits. I took in the scene hungrily, admiring how Lavender's full, round pair flattened, the compression appearing to continue just a hint further into her lighter flesh. As the sporty black girl's bigger jugs gained some ground, I noticed Angelina's lips curling into a familiar smirk.
Based on their previous matches I knew that the ebony beauty was very nearly as firm as Fleur was, and it certainly seemed that just like my girlfriend's pert pair, her rack also held a perceptible lead over Lavender's ample teats in density. Then again, in their (in)famous championship fight the busty blonde first-year had slowly overcome my girlfriend's initial advantage, pounding and grinding their boobs into equality and ultimately managing to wear Fleur's perfect tits out with her seemingly softer pair. It was way too early to tell who was going to win here.
I looked on as both young women began slowly twisting their hips, keeping their big, powerful breasts in constant contact as each pair slid over the other. Angelina's more plentiful flesh had a dark caramel tone, making the lighter skin on Lavender's round boobs look exceedingly pale. I could feel a familiar twitch in my pants as I watched both girls' breasts undulate against the other pair. Angelina's large, jugs tits would sometimes cause the blonde's full pair to compress deliciously, their greater mass displacing some of the creamy flesh.
But the first-year tenaciously shoved back, making Angelina grunt as her own chocolate orbs pushed out, briefly making way for Lavender's solid boobs as they gained purchase against the more plentiful jugs. In short, each set seemed to be holding its ground quite well, and as I glanced at the audience, I could see both the boys' lustful stares and the girls' envious faces. Very few women could hope to compete with either rack this evenly. The ebony beauty's large teats jiggled and shook a bit as they rolled over Lavender's, but the firsty's ample pair seemed to be wobbling at least as much, pushing in a bit before forcing Angelina's dense jugs up and to the side as they rolled against each other.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy crushing you, black bitch," Lavender hissed, "I can see it already. You, on your knees before me. Those big jugs drooping down, loose and soft, after they've surrendered to my better pair." Angelina growled at the taunt, narrowing her eyes and pushing back. With an angry scowl, she began sliding her dark globes to the left and right, almost as if she was trying to rub and shove Lavender's smaller pair flat. The breastmeat on both sets bounced and quivered while the athletic black girl sped up her assault, suddenly sliding her hefty rack above the blonde's teats and forcing them down. I heard Lavender's frustrated groan as her flesh yielded to Angelina's dark jugs, compressing under the strain. Though it awas entirely understandable given their tits' position, the busty blonde looked dismayed to see her thick boobs mold under Angelina's larger set. Lavender quickly reached out to grab the black girl's shoulders and pushed her away.
Angelina grinned, having obviously relished the feeling of her rival's firm rack yielding to her own tits. She made a lunge forward, but Lavender had been anticipating such a move. I watched the younger girl step back quickly, dodging the blow and quickly striking back. Angelina let out a quiet grunt as her tits shook violently from the impact, and while Lavender's tits bounced quite a bit as well, they for once seemed to retain more of their original shape. Eager not to allow her toned opponent any time to regroup, the firsty struck again, this time pulling further back and slinging her round orbs from the right. Both sets of boobs moved, shaking violently, but the black girl's slightly larger pair seemed to actually roll across her chest from the impact.
Angelina's jugs were still wobbling when Lavender started gliding her tits over and by them. Keeping her pace up, the curvy blonde rotated her shoulders to the left, smacking her pair back into Angelina's waiting boobs. Lavender's moves didn’t slow down even as her own tits shook from the impacts. The statuesque ebony girl was fully turned to her left when lavender flung her sizable tits back to the right, but Angelina had deliberately waited for her swing to meet Lavender's flying boobs in the middle of her swing. The well timed blow caused the loudest-sounding smack so far, and all four fleshy boobs caved from the impact, bouncing wildly. This time I thought it looked like the blonde's sizable boobs had flattened more, but the brevity of the contact made it hard to be sure.
In any case, the blow didn't keep Lavender stunned for long, and she soon retaliated by slamming forward. Hard. Both girls' boobs almost seemed to explode on their chests, spreading out and up before molding back to their original shape. Both women obviously felt the violent impact, but Angelina, apparently unprepared for the blonde's quick retort, seemed to stumble. Lavender pounced, slamming forward again. I could hear the black girl's annoyed grunt, and watched her stumble backward as her big, firm tits wobbled all over her chest. The blonde firsty kept up her assault, slamming forward so that her thick breasts became battering rams, and Angelina groaned as her dark, meaty jugs were pushed back and flattened out for a moment. Lavender's orbs had obviously been hurt as well, since both young women pulled away, cupping their heavy boobs.
Angelina eyed the blonde for a few seconds before her lips curled into a smirk. "I'd heard that some firsties saw you practising with Cho earlier this week," the black third-year said loudly, giving her friends in the audience a quick glance. "Seems like they weren't lying. She's definitely been giving you pointers," Angelina added, her smirk turning into a predatory grin as she noticed the Chinese girl's wince at having been caught. Well, well, well... I knew that any interest Cho might have in the tournament would almost certainly be about getting back at Ginny, who'd apparently bruised the Asian's ego almost as badly as she did her tits. But Angelina wasn't likely to be aware of that. Instead of settling the score with one enemy, Cho's little plot might actually end up making an entirely new one.
"Relax, I'm not mad that you've coached her a bit. Nothing wrong with giving the newbies a fighting chance," the ebony beauty chuckled, breaking the tension before shifting her gaze back to the first-year. "With soft, floppy tits like those, Lav-Lav needs all the help she can get."
With a low, angry growl the curvy blonde stepped closer, no doubt intending to make her opponent regret that last remark. Lavender's advance came to sudden stop, however, as Angelina quickly jumped forward and grabbed the younger girl by the shoulders. A collective intake of breath traveled through the room, and I watched the black beauty wrap her toned arms around the pretty blonde, trapping her. The first-year let out a groan of surprised discomfort as their chests met, the large, firm tits of her rival forcing Lavender's boobs to push out visibly. The look of apprehension was clearly visible on the blonde's face while she struggled to escape, and I thought I heard Alicia and Katie yell something. Their gang leader seemed to have registered the encouragement as well, a strained smile appearing on the ebony beauty's lips as she tightened her hold on the trapped firsty. Angelina's dark eyes were glued to Lavender's greenish counterparts as she began to taunt her younger rival.
"Struggle all you want, little blondie," the sporty black girl grunted, her voice sounding somewhat constrained from the effort of maintaining her grip. "I've got you all wrapped up. Feel those soft, pillowy boobs making way for my firmer set? You're even weaker than I thought," she hissed in a menacing tone, obviously enjoying Lavender's squirming. While it did look like the blonde's slightly smaller rack had lost quite a bit of real estate, Angelina's jugs weren't quite flattening them just yet. I watched the coffee-coloured orbs strain against Lavender's lighter boobs, molding and compressing impressively as they sought to push through the opposing breastmeat.
The busty blonde grunted and groaned at the sensation of Angelina's dense, hard jugs trying to invade her own, thrashing around as she struggled to escape the hug. I saw the ebony beauty's toned shoulders tighten, successfully securing the embrace. It was fairly obvious to me that the blonde firsty wouldn't be able overpower the bigger, much more muscular black girl, and I wondered if the match was already coming to a close. Lavender's boobs were losing their round shape and ballooning out from the center, and I could see Angelina's bigger bust start to take over the space between them. The progress was admittedly slow, and the black girl had to work hard for every millimetre she gained against her rival's surprisingly solid pair, but I didn't see how Lavender could turn things around. The dark fitness babe had her victim exactly where she wanted her, crushing the cute and curvavious first-year like a python did its prey.
Strangely enough, what saved the blonde from certain destruction was something snakes don't have. Perspiration. The girls' intense tit-to-tit action, which must've lasted for good five minutes, maybe more, had gotten both fighters rather sweaty. And for all her athleticism and strength, the ebony beauty was still very much human. Busy admiring the way Angelina's dark brown skin glistened in the bright light, I almost missed the first signs.
As the curvacious blonde continued to shift and turn as much as she could, her soft, feminine form yielded slightly beneath Angelina's toned arms, forcing the black girl to pour more and more power into maintaining her hold. Slowly but surely, Lavender began to slide lower. It took a moment for Angelina to notice the change, and once she did, I could see her arms starting to tremble with exertion, their slippery bodies making it inceasingly difficult for the black girl keep her opponent in place. Each young woman let out soft grunts as they struggled against the other, and I took a moment to stare at the two pairs of large, supple tits continuing to mold together even as their owners had to divert their attention elsewhere.
After a while, and despite Angelina's best efforts, the blonde managed to squirm and slide her way out of the embrace. She quickly stepped back, retreating away from the toned ebony beauty and doing her best to regroup. Lavender's face seemed to betray both relief and concern in equal measure, the firsty having clearly been rattled by the ebony beauty's powerful tits and body. Angelina, too, kept her distance for the moment, using the opportunity to catch her breath. She'd expended a lot of energy in her attempt to squeeze the life out her busty rival, and the third-year looked exceedingly annoyed that it hadn't paid off.
"Don't think I'm done with you, Barbie," Angelina hissed after a while, cupping her large, coffee-coloured orbs and lifting them up, showcasing their impressive heft and firmness for everyone. "Take a good look at the beauties that'll crush your puny set in just moment. Those flabby things are on their last legs." Personally, I couldn't see a major change in either set, though the blonde's lighter boobs had of course reddened more obviously in the bearhug.
"Fuck you, muscle bitch," Lavender spat, looking up at the older girl and taking a step towards her. "I'm going to beat those ugly, brown sacks flat. You'll be eating them off a plate tomorrow."
"Hah, I'd like to see you try, firsty," the ebony beauty laughed confidently. "Your saggy udders don't stand a chance against me," she added, shaking her head. "I could feel them oozing around my firmer tits. Your set is just as weak and cushy as the rest of you."
Angelina looked on with barely disguised glee as Lavender's face grew hot, her eyes flashing with anger. The younger girl was staring daggers at her opponent, clearly incensed by Angelina's superior tone and mocking. Not that I could blame her, really. "You think your precious boobs are too much for me, huh?" Lavender growled, her earlier concern now fully replaced by a more powerful emotion. "Well think again!"
Faster than I would've thought she could move, the cute first-leapt at her opponent. Evidently just as surprised by the sudden lunge, the black girl took Lavender's boob slam straight on. I saw Angelina's substantial rack splash out violently, and her deep groan almost completely drowned out Lavender's less pronounced grunt. While the blonde's teats also lost most of their round shape, the bigger jugs had displaced much more severely. Lavender seemed to allow herself a spiteful smile as she took in Angelina's stunned look. The athletic black beauty, who had just moments earlier dismissed the firsty's smaller boobs, appeared shocked to feel Lavender's rack flattening her proud orbs. The young blonde, for her part, didn't wait for Angelina to regain her senses, instead choosing to exploit her opponent's momentary stillness to follow through with half a dozen powerful tit-slaps.
The younger girl seemed to be drawing on every bit of experience she'd gained from battling Fleur, Padma and Alicia's firm racks, and while Angelina's jugs were bigger than the first-year's, the difference was relatively minor. The black beauty had at most half a cup size on Lavender, probably not even that. But unlike more top-heavy girls like Daphne or Pansy, she was also impressively firm.
The curvy blonde appeared to be determined to fix that state of affairs, and I watched Lavender set her jaw as she launched several quick jabs into the opposing pair. The firsty began peppering Angelina's famously powerful boobs with a flurry of blows, making the coffee-coloured flesh ripple and wave violently, and causing the athletic third-year to grunt and groan while her jugs absorbed the vicious assault.
I watched Angelina try to grab the blonde into another tight embrace, but to her clear irritation, Lavender managed to fall back just in time, dancing away from the bigger-chested girl. Most likely because of her weariness from that exerting bearhug, it seemed that Angelina was slower than usual, reacting just a fraction of a second too late to trap her smaller rival. The curvacious blonde had never struck me as the sporty type, but looking at her now, I reckoned she must've at least taken some dance classes before. Lavender's movements were quick and measured, and one definitely couldn't describe her as appearing clumsy. I guess I could picture her doing zumba or something.
With a loud roar, the full-figured firsty charged her opponent, forcing the black girl back a few steps. Angelina winced mightily as her dense titflesh compressed against the opposing flesh, and Lavender pressed her advantage, sending yet another salvo of fast jabs into the ebony beauty's shaking rack. This time the first-year didn't attempt to withdraw between her assaults, instead opting to grab Angelina's upper arms and pulling them to the sides. For a moment, it was unclear if the third-year even realized she'd been caught in a hold. Lavender was slamming her boobs into the older girl's ample rack with impressive frequency, alternating with rapid lefts and rights, and causing Angelina's tits to quiver on her chest. The black girl's breath was coming out as a giant moan.
Just when it was starting to look like Lavender's violent but undeniably effective approach might actually get the best of her bewildered opponent, Angelina began to struggle against the embrace. Though Lavender tried to stall her, the toned black girl simply forced her arms between them, her dark, visibly muscled limbs bulging with power. With a angry grunt, Angelina shoved Lavender away, and I swallowed as I saw the murderous look she was giving to the young blonde. Angelina quickly brought her hands to her jugs, starting to rub the sore, tenderized flesh.
"Aww, I hope I didn't hurt your poor, mushy udders, Angie?" Lavender smirked, bouncing her own pair gently as she watched the black girl's fuming gaze return to her face. "Normally I might've accepted your surrender right now, but an arrogant has-been like yourself would probably prefer to do this the hard way. And, to be honest, it'll be my pleasure to crush your overrated tits in front of everyone."
Angelina let go of her large boobs, letting them bounce down with a thud and thrusting them out while she stared at the blonde evenly. While her skin-tone did show some discolouration, splotches of dark brown having appeared on the girl's usual coffee-coloured tone, there was little change in shape, and the ebony girl's heavy orbs continued to sit high on her chest. "Big mistake, Blondie," she hissed. "Your saggy little boobs are as good as gone. I'm going to turn them into jello, and then feed 'em to you." Angelina spat, moving her hands to her hips and taking a step forward. Lavender met her challenge, craning her neck mockingly.
"Oh, bitch please. We both know how this is going to end. With you on your knees, licking my better boobs as I make out with your boyfriend," the first-year taunted, stretching her back to give the beefy, handsome guy in question a better look of her ample assets. "Or should I say EX-boyfriend, this stud looks like he might be interested in upgrading," Lavender seemed to have gained even more bravado with her latest assault, and Angelina approached the blonde bombshell warily. I doubted the black girl would make the mistake of underestimating her opponent again.
At almost exactly the same time, both women slammed forward. Angelina grunted as the shot from Lavender sent her big jugs quivering over her chest, but the impact also sent shockwaves over the younger girl's round tits, and Lavender's face tightened noticeably. The toned ebony girl seemed to pick up on it, and quickly shoved her jugs forward again, mashing her big globes against Lavender's full teats. The first-year groaned as Angelina's firm breasts displaced much of her slightly smaller boobs, sending a splash of wobbling titflesh out. Lavender's round mammaries regained their form when Angelina pulled away, but the feeling of her opponent's rack yielding to her own jugs seemed to have brought a smile back to the athletic black girl's face.
Before Angelina had time to think of a suitable taunt, however, Lavender struck back. The crowd stared in rapt attention as the busty blonde bimbo slammed her rack forward, hitting the ebony beauty head-on. As the firsty's supple tits smacked into Angelina's larger orbs, waves of flesh rolled across each set. Angelina grunted and withdrew a step, which apparently was exactly what Lavender wanted. The younger girl slid forward, this time bringing her full tits into Angelina's heavy mammaries from below. Both girls' boobs flattened impressively, but it was the underside of the sporty black girl's globes that took the brunt of the damage.
Angelina's face was a mask of discomfort and frustration, but she swung her own thick boobs at Lavender. The less chesty girl darted down, pulling her tits out of the way and causing Angelina's heavy jugs to miss. The ebony girl's big, heavy jugs elongated impressively before smacking down against her ribs, and Angelina let out an angry hiss. Just as she opened her mouth to voice her opinion on Lavender's sneaky tactics, the curvacious blonde's tits seemed to appear from nowhere, crashing into Angelina's boobs from the left.
Lavender dragged her tits over Angelina's, their combined titflesh compressing and condensing between the two young women. The amount of displaced breastmeat seemed to once again confirm that Angelina was the slightly firmer of the two, even as Lavender's round boobs slid up and over, but the look on both women's faces indicated that the move was just as uncomfortable for the third-year. Angelina thrust forward, attempting to push her tits into her opponent's set, but Lavender scooted back and managed to avoid the brunt of the impact.
Soon, she was once again peppering Angelina's large, dense jugs with slaps and jabs, then moving away before Angelina could strike back. The more muscular fighter tried to launch a slam of her own, but Lavender stepped to the side as the black girl lunged forward. I watched Lavender twist her nicely rounded hips, adding more torque to a direct hit on Angelina's right tit. The busty blonde managed to land another blow, seemingly slapping her opponent's larger tits around at will. It did look look like the younger woman might be getting out of breath, however. While Lavender was in reasonably good shape - quite a lot better than I'd anticipated, in fact - and had clearly been training intensely with Cho for this tournament, her stamina still had its limits.
“Fuck yeah, I think I'll just pound these floppy bags away,” Lavender panted, smirking despite the exertion. "We can both feel it, can't we, Saggy Tits? My younger breasts are turning your old, wrinkly sacks into mush." Angelina groaned as another blow rocked her jugs, reeling at the painful sensation that had to be emanating from her sore flesh. "I can't wait to flatten your big, bad tits, Angie," the first-year continued, licking her lips as she admired the way her rival's meaty breasts jiggled from the blow. I watched her take a small step back, presumably to make sure Angelina couldn't interrupt her gloating with a well-placed return jab. "You're not the first black girl whose pride and joy I've tamed, but definitely hotter than the last one. I bet you'll be better in the sack, too," Lavender winked, grinning cockily.
"Hah, as if a fat little blondie like you could take me in bed any more than you can here on the mat," Angelina shot back dismissively, clearly enjoying the way Lavender's eyes hardened at the dig about her weight. While the first-year wasn't at all too meaty for my tastes, the contrast between her soft, curvacious figure and Angelina's sinewy body was difficult not to notice. The statuesque ebony girl grinned, running her hands lazily across her tight, toned stomach and thick thighs while she sneered at her less-than-athletic opponent.
"You want this, don't you, Barbie? Can't say I'm surprised," she murmured seductively. "Everyone does. It's just too bad that after my big, perfect chocolate orbs have crushed your pitiful set, I'll have a lot better-looking blonde to pleasure me tonight." I saw Angelina's dark eyes find Fleur's blue ones, and watched my girlfriend meet her old rival's gaze evenly. The French beauty kept her face impassive, but I could tell from her quickened breathing that she was more than a little aroused. Fleur's quick release after her fight with Ginny hadn't been nearly enough to satisfy the modelesque blonde.
"Oh yeah, I've seen the way you look at me, Fleurie dear," the black girl called out, bouncing her big, round jugs and licking her plump lips teasingly. "You've been lusting after this hard, black body for months, staring at my perfect ass in the showers and hoping for a taste. Don't worry, you'll get to suckle on all of this soon enough. I might even let you and Ced eat me out together," she added with a smirk, causing my throbbing cock to jump at the strangely arousing mental image. My girlfriend didn't bother with a reply, instead concentrating on glaring back at the ebony beauty as she struggled to keep her cool. Everyone knew that the French blonde swung both ways, and would therefore almost certainly have fantasized about bedding the dark-skinned babe. Angelina grinned.
"Flattening Lav-Lav's weak little sacks shouldn't take much longer, and anyone can see that your precious tits are just about ready to pancake. That spunky little redhead really did a number on 'em," Angelina continued, smirking in Ginny's general direction. I couldn't see the sporty redhead's response, but Angelina quickly turned back towards Fleur. As the French girl was still topless, her sore, bruised boobs were on full display. They hung appreciably lower on her chest than usual, the normally firm flesh visibly softened by the beating they'd taken from Ginny's rock-hard tits.
"I promise I'll be gentle," Angelina cooed gleefully as she drank in the French blonde's now somewhat droopy set. "When grinding your proud udders flat, that is. I won't make any promises about what I'll do to you afterwards," the black girl added with a menacing grin, earning several hoots and whistles from the audience. "Get ready to spend the night as the champion's slave, Frenchy. We're gonna have so much fun."
Fleur regarded the dark-skinned third-year coolly, carefully masking any apprehension she might've felt. Because I certainly did feel some. Angelina was an undeniably intimidating young woman, her muscle-packed body looking just as powerful as her big, firm tits did. She'd tamed quite a few girls with them over the years, both on the mat and between the sheets. Her most recent 'double victim' was the volleyball hottie Megan who'd thought she could handle the ebony goddess, only to end up paying a heavy price for her overconfidence. If the rumours about the stakes later that night were true, I doubted Angelina would be getting another challenge from her classmate anytime soon.
Lavender, however, seemed unfazed as she interrupted the older girl's taunts with an indignant snort.
"Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we? Last I checked, your saggy mammaries were getting knocked around by my better jugs," the blonde called out, dragging Angelina's attention back to herself. "And lets not forget that unlike you, I've actually held the crown before. After taking it from Fleur's fluffy, overconfident pillows. You know, the same ones that have beat yours time and time again," Lavender pointed out mockingly, smirking at the giggles that followed her very public put-down. "Maybe I should just crush your tits right here and now, so I can humiliate the Frenchy some more."
"Would you like that, Fleur?" the pretty, full-figured blonde asked loudly, apparently unable to resist the temptation to have her own go at riling up the modelesque French girl. "I bet you'd love to see those big jugs making way for mine again. Remember how good it felt? My awesome boobs slowly pushing their way into to your overwhelmed, slowly softening udders?" Lavender said in a husky tone, touching her nipples and staring into my girlfriend's eyes intently. "It's going to be so fucking hot, Fleur. My body taking over yours, conquering your lesser pair and making it mine, for the second time in a row. I'm gonna break you for good tonight," she breathed out confidently, flashing my seething girlfriend one last smirk before turning back towards the mat.
"Right after I've thrashed Angie and her sad, old udders, of course."
"Yeah right, Blondie." Angelina spat angrily. "Those bouncy boobs will melt against my firmer set like the marshmallows they are. No firsty has ever beaten me, and you sure as hell aren't going to change that."
Though it did sound like a pretty bold claim, the athletic black girl wasn't just boasting. Even back when she and I were still innocent little first-years, Angelina had only ever lost to girls older and more experienced than herself. By her first Spring just a handful of skilled fighters had been able to hold the ebony beauty off, and she'd been broadly viewed as a champion-in-waiting, having to only wait for her predecessors to graduate in order to receive the crown. Not that she really would've, I knew Angelina to be far too impatient - and proud - to just bide her time onto the throne. In any case, that'd all been before Fleur. The French blonde's sudden arrival at the start of our second year shook up the entire scene, much to both Angelina and Penelope's consternation. To be fair, the rest of the girls hadn't too happy either, though for a slightly different reason; the drop-dead gorgeous newcomer with a sexy foreign accent stole practically all male attention, something that hadn't really changed even after Fleur and I got together.
Shaking my head as I tried to return to Earth, I noticed that Lavender and Angelina had begun to circle each other once again, their break slash verbal exchange apparently over. While my mind slowly cleared, I took the opportunity to cauge their racks. Lavender's tits had gone from pink to angry red, while Angelina's slightly larger mammaries looked equally blotchy and sore. Both sets had lost some of their visible firmness, and there was no doubt they'd have some pretty spectacular bruising in the morning.
Angelina and Lavender soon resumed their earlier slug-fest, continuing to throw powerful blows into their opponent's ample chests. At times, the girls pushed into each other, knocking themselves back a step and taunting their rival with smug sneers. After a minute or two of equally painful exchanges, the girls turned things up a notch, backing several steps to gain momentum. Their next blow was an explosive one. Both pairs of breasts bounced away at the point of impact with a loud smack. They staggered back, groaning, but kept bashing their tits into the opposing rack, forcing their breasts to meet head on. With the added momentum, both sets flattened significantly.
“That's more like it, you dumb fucking slut,” Angelina hissed after recovering from the last blow, lunging forward again.
I saw Lavender begin to move a second too late, and as the girls met once more, heard her let out a pained moan as their meaty mammaries spread against the other pair. The curvy first-year closed her eyes tightly, trying to back up for another slam, but was stopped in her tracks. I noticed Angelina's toned arms close around the blonde's back, and watched as Lavender quickly mirrored the move.
The fight continued as the girls began dragging their tits over the other pair. Lavender's lighter jugs flowed up and down, and Angelina's larger boobs rolled over and under hers. Their nipples pushed in the opposing titflesh, scraping and stabbing as they continued the slow swipes. One breast would seem to begin to yield, but then spring back into shape as the opposing breast fell victim to the pressure. Slowly but surely, the force both busty women were using began to increase, and after a few moments, their breasts were slamming into each other.
“How'd you like that, Big Tits?” Lavender asked with a grunt, slamming her sizable pair into Angelina's firm, proud orbs.
“You're going down, Bimbo,” Angelina growled back at the young firsty, unleashing an attack at Lavender's round teats. The blow knocked the girl's somewhat less expansive boobs across her chest, causing Lavender to groan. She retaliated quickly enough though, throwing her boobs against the dark-skinned girl's heavy set. I watched as Lavender took a moment to grind them into the tops of her rival's slightly larger teats, causing Angelina's ample flesh to spill down and out as it welcomed the blonde's pair. Neither girl seemed to bother with protecting their own breasts, instead focusing on dishing out pain. They had another back and forth salvo, tits knocking into tits with loud crashes that reverberated through the room. Because of the nature of their contact, it was impossible to tell whose set gave more, but based on their faces, both were feeling the attacks equally.
With simultaneous grunts, the girls moved to a squeezing battle, their arms clenching and relaxing in rhythm. At times, Angelina and Lavender didn't meet tit-to-tit, but rather had one boob trapped in the other's cleavage, doing their best to squeeze the opposing teat into mush. They continued applying more and more pressure, their glistening, sweaty globes gliding across the opposing chest, each set trying to push their rival's flesh away and wobbling from the sheer force of the contest.
“Can you feel me crushing your pride and joy, bitch?” Lavender hissed, an unfriendly sneer on her pretty, round face. "Those overrated balloons are going to burst any moment now."
“Keep dreaming, little girl,” her dark-skinned opponent grunted. "Your plump titties are no match for mine. You should quit before I grind them to paste."
Lavender and Angelina began leaning back and forth, their continued pressure forcing grunts of discomfort and pain from each girl's mouth. Both fighters were sweating profusedly, making it close to impossible to keep their rival's tit trapped for any prolonged period of time. I saw Lavender's boob plop out of Angelina's deep cleavage, and watched as the blonde started to shift around, twisting her torso from left to right and shoving her set into the opposing mammaries from the sides. I couldn't be entirely sure if the younger girl was trying to escape the embrace or to just find a better position from which to attack her opponent's big boobs, but judging by the way Lavender's maneuver seemed to be causing Angelina's thick, heavy jugs to wave and ripple, I suspected it was the latter.
The toned black girl struggled against Lavender's grip, trying to slide out, before opting to slam forward. I couldn't prevent a small wince at the first-year's loud groan as she felt Angelina's massive breasts invade her space, and I saw both girls' eyes slide down to watch the busty blonde's tits make way for the larger pair. Lavender fought back gamely, shoving her young boobs against Angelina's. This time, both sets seemed to be spreading out rather equally, and Angelina's jaw tightened visibly.
It was obvious to everyone that the black girl had at some point lost the small edge she'd held in apparent firmness, Lavender's dense inner tissue once again showing its resilience. The blonde's supple teats had taken the fight to Fleur's large, pert set - as well as Padma's solid tits before them - in a very similar manner, and it looked like Angelina's jugs might be next in line to succumb to their deceptive strength.
Glancing at the audience, I could see several girls observing the action with impressed admiration. Very few pairs had given Angelina's set this much trouble, and the older students in particular were used to seeing the statuesque black girl dominate most of her opponents. After all, they tended to be either smaller, softer or less experienced than the third-year was. The blonde firsty facing her now was supposed to be all three, and yet refused to go down.
Lavender flashed the toned ebony beaty a quick smirk before positioning her slightly more compact set below Angelina's. The young blonde kept her eyes on her opponent's as she began to drag her boobs upward, lifting the heavier rack with them. I heard Angelina's surprised gasp at the sensation, and watched as Lavender kept their two sets of breasts pushed up for a moment before pulling away and letting the black girl's big tits fall back to her chest with a dull thud. Angelina grunted as her tits came crashing down, and the girl's dark, smokey eyes narrowed.
"Fine, I guess you're not as flabby as you look," she admitted grudgingly. "But don't think that'll be enough here. My jugs are both bigger and better than yours."
With that, Angelina slammed forward. As the girls were still holding each other, Lavender had no way to evade the blow, gasping in both surprise and pain. The two full, firm pairs of breasts splashed outward, and while Lavender's receiving set gave more, the move also caused Angelina's thick jugs to push out noticeably, their tissue worn down by the cute blonde's precision attacks. It seemed that the first-year could feel Angelina's huge mammaries slowly loosing their resistance, and went on the offensive again, throwing two more punches that sent her opponent's heavy jugs flopping over her chest. While she was clearly getting winded, the young blonde was doing far too well to even think about taking a rest right now.
“Come on, Miss Titty,” Lavender panted, pushing her smaller boobs into Angelina's and giving the beefy black girl a quick chest bump. "Don't tell me that's all you've got?" The sudden attack obviously stung, and the third-year grabbed Lavender's shoulders and pushed her away with a grunt. The blonde grinned, taking Angelina's reaction as a sign of weakness. The older girl's large jugs were moving quite a bit more freely than before, and although Lavender's own boobs didn't weren't doing any better, bouncing and wobbling around her chest, the change from their normal state didn't appear to be quite as marked. Angelina, in spite of her sporty looks and visible definition, almost seemed to be running out of steam. Then again, I knew that the girl's body was built for explosive strength rather than endurance, and had to burn energy and oxygen like crazy.
But even if she did appear to be tiring, the black goddess was far from spent. I watched Angelina's toned arms glisten in the bright lighting as she gripped Lavender's hands with her own, ensuring that their fingers locked. She raised both arms over their heads and then rolled her shoulders, slamming her powerful tits into Lavender's boobs straight on. I could see both racks splay outwards, the tenderized flesh flattening across their ribcages.
“Oh, fuck!” Lavender wailed, cursing her own carelessness. I watched her ample tits quiver, their flesh parting for a moment and regaining their shape only after the opposing pair of thick, coffee-brown jugs withdrew. To me, the blonde looked every bit as drained as her rival, maybe even more so, panting noticeably as she tried to shield her rack from further abuse. Lavender's evasion attempt was only partially successful, and I saw her left boob receive a painful slap from the black girl's right mammary. Lavender let out a hiss at the contact, retreating back a step.
"Yeah, that's it Barbie, run to mommy," Angelina laughed between breaths, the violent blows having taken their toll on the third-year as well. "The big, mean black girl is about to beat those weak little boobs right off your chest."
"Keep telling that to yourself, you saggy bitch," Lavender shot back, kneading her reddened tits carefully. Angelina, likewise, took the opportunity to cup her own rack and nurse the sore flesh. And to be fair, the cute first-year had managed to give her older and more seasoned opponent a serious beating, using her smaller, seemingly more pliable bust to very good effect and forcing the athletic black girl on the defensive time and time again. While Lavender's comfy, feminine boobs might not look quite as dense or dangerous as some others, there was no denying that they could deal out a lot of punishment.
For the next few minutes, the girls continued to swing tits. Each pair seemed to flatten at the point of impact, but regained its round, full form quickly enough. In terms of shape the two racks were very similar, especially now that they'd loosened up from their normal state, and although Angelina's globes were certainly a bit larger than Lavender's set, the difference wasn't all that significant.
Watching the cute first-year's best assets spar with their coffee-coloured opponents, I let my mind wander back to the night I'd spent together with Lavender, right after her win over my girlfriend. The blonde's nice, round boobs were definitely bigger than average, and looked very, very attractive. Delectable even. But so did Angelina's slightly perkier and even more expansive jugs. All in all, Lavender's soft, girly looks contrasted well with the black girl's firm and toned physique.
The entire audience stared as the athletic ebony babe and the curvy blonde used their meaty breasts to hammer the other pair with violent blows, taking turns to taunt their opponent after a particularly painful hit. The protracted battle was steadily taking its toll, but neither girl seemed to have gained any discernible advantage.
The steady smacking of titflesh echoed throughout the room, and the two young women, no doubt frustrated with the lack of effectiveness of their attacks, began some alteration to their strategy. One of the girls would push her chest forward into the opposing pair of boobs, forcing them to spead out for a moment before the other would respond in kind. Both sets of softening breasts compressed at the point of impact, yielding some ground, but no significant progress was being made. Still, for Lavender their current stalemate was an improvement over the inital situation, where Angelina's firm, hefty jugs had been holding their shape a bit better than the blonde's smaller boobs did. Now, her youthful tits were meeting the third-year's thick chocolate orbs evenly.
Angelina, who seemed to be well aware of that less-than-encouraging fact, shook her arms loose from Lavender's grasp and immediately wrapped them around the center of the busty blonde's back. I saw Lavender respond in kind, and looked on as the fighters pulled each other into a tight bearhug. The girls' big jugs pushed into each other, molding and compressing. Lavender's smaller tits pushed against Angelina's, and the line between their battling breasts fluctuated just noticeably, moving back and forth between the powerful boobs between them. Neither well-endowed young woman seemed to have the lead in their close boob-grind, and I noticed Angelina glance up at Lavender's face. If she was hoping to see the tell-tale signs of a woman about to feel her breasts fail, she was sorely disappointed.
"What's the matter, muscle bitch?" Lavender sneered, offering the sporty third-year a strained smile as she began to taunt her. "Are those big, arrogant tits getting tired already? It's about time you and Fleur's elderly udders made way for fresh talent," she added, glancing towards the crowd briefly. "Ooh, your guy Gareth looks like he's almost ready to pop. Nice package, gotta admit. Would you like to watch me drain him after we're done here? Or maybe I should make him blow his load on your jiggly, loose sacks instead?"
With a low growl, Angelina responded by tightening her hold, pulling the two ample sets even tighter together and forcing an impressive amount of yielding titflesh to billow out. Both girls groaned at the sensation, feeling their dense breasts get shoved further and further out to the sides, molding much more freely than at the beginning. Still, neither seemed willing to give up the fight.
"Who's getting flattened now, Lav-Lav?" Angelina hissed, clenching her toned limbs. "My stronger, firmer boobs are squashing your puny set."
"The fuck they are," Lavender panted between her own grunts, doing her best to increase the pressure. The girls began alternately pumping their arms, adding pressure to the hug. Each pump resulted in a corresponding moan from the other girl as the pressure burrowed one pair of tits into the other. The hold lasted for some time, pushing Lavender's big boobs against Angelina's even larger mammaries.
Taking a deep breath, the first-year pulled her boobs up, sliding them on on top of Angelina's larger jugs and forcing the firm, round orbs to compress as they struggled to support both meaty pairs. "Get your pathetic little boobs off my rack before I-" Angelina started to grunt as Lavender brought her tits up and over, trying to shove them into the bigger orbs from above. The older student's threat was cut off when Lavender twisted her hips, rubbing her dense boobs into the set below. Angelina could apparently feel her opponent's grinding move push more and more of her firm flesh away, the first-year scraping her round tits across Angelina's more substantial chest. The toned black girl groaned, but returned the favor, shoving her rack up and into Lavender's boobs and lifting them towards the frustrated blonde's face. Lavender cursed at the unpleasant sensation, but redoubled her own efforts and pushed her tits down, trying to force Angelina's round teats to move downward.
Both young women grunted and groaned in unison, their flesh distending and shifting as each pair continued their battle for supremacy. I heard Lavender groan as her smaller teats strained against Angelina's, their proud orbs shifting and molding. Both women were wincing with each pass, their tits now slapping and stretching across one another. Angelina's left breast pushed down and out, slightly toward her hip as Lavender's stacked up, dropping with a bounce. Each girl pushed and shoved, pulling her own meaty jugs on top before the other reclaimed the top position.
"Gonna have to grind harder than that if you want to beat me, Blondie," Angelina sneered, though her face betrayed a great deal of discomfort. "If your floppy jugs can even handle any more pressure, that is. They seem to be fading quickly."
"Oh, I'd be more worried about your own soft, brown udders if I were you," Lavender snapped back, looking tired but all the same determined. "Let's see how much longer 'til they flatten completely."
I'd seen the busty young blonde match her sizable tits with several other top-tier girls before, managing to defeat both Padma and Alicia's proud boobs after some long and closely contested matches. Even my girlfriend's perfect, then-untamed orbs had ultimately lost to Lavender's set. Although I wanted to think that particular shock result had a lot to do with the beating Fleur had taken from Susan's monster mammaries just a week earlier, watching the blonde firsty spar with my girlfriend's long-time nemesis now, it was clear that Lavender's big boobs were plenty dangerous enough on their own. The curvy bimbo was currently giving a very powerful pair of breasts a run for its money, meeting Angelina's rack blow-for-blow and forcing the intensely proud ebony woman to fight back with everything she had. The match must've lasted for close to half an hour, and I wondered how much longer they could go on. Despite her impressive musculature Angelina wasn't really an endurance athlete, and Lavender, while obviously in much better shape than you'd have guessed, was starting to get visibly out of breath.
Clearly fatigued, Angelina and Lavender grabbed each other by the waist, pushing, shifting and slowly grinding away, each no doubt hoping to feel the other's pair give way to their own. I watched Angelina wrap her toned arms around the small of Lavender's back and thrust forward, slamming her ample tits into Lavender's pair and causing both racks to billow out severely. Lavender's pushed back, returning the favor with a quick succession of blows, and sending both pairs into wild ripples, their young, supple flesh waving around.
Each fighter groaned as their mammaries compressed impressively, the normally firm breastmeat yielding and losing its rounded shape. Angelina's attractive face was now showing clear signs of pain, and I noticed her stealing quick, worried glances at their straining chests. Was the toned ebony goddess, widely feared and respected by her peers, feeling her famous rack start to give way to Lavender's full, solid mounds? Fleur had described the unsettling sensation to me rather vividly, not sparing even the smallest of details while she'd recounted her own experience. As her perfect pair had slowly surrendered to the blonde bimbo's best assets, the foremost emotion, according to my girlfriend, had been intense, all-consuming shock. Embarrassment and shame had followed only later.
I saw Angelina stop thrusting for a moment, only to have the blonde firsty push her boobs into the older girl's large set with all her strength. I had to fight the urge to start rubbing my engorged member, knowing it was ready to go off at the slightest touch, and held my breath as the ebony student moaned, the mass of Lavender's full tits rolling against her own bosom. Angelina's big, powerful jugs were displaced noticeably, pushing both inward and to the sides, and the girl was clearly in serious discomfort. But Lavender's grimace revealed that she, too, felt her own pair flattening, the blonde's ample boobs spreading across her chest as they began to buckle under the immense pressure. The crowd simply stared, transfixed, as each contestant tightened their back and forced more of their quickly softening flesh together, thrusting forward in a frantic effort to flatten the opposing pair. My rock-hard erection practically pulsating against the fabric of my trousers, I watched two women stare into one another's eyes. Angelina and Lavender's faces were indentical masks of pain and exhaustion, but in their eyes one could also see the fiery resolve that prevented them from backing down. There was way too much on the line.
"Nnnh," I heard Lavender's panting, muffled grunt as the curvy blonde leaned her forehead against Angelina's. Each young woman was completely drenched in sweat, and their heavy breathing came out in slow gasps. Angelina's dark, smokey eyes, which I only then realized had been closed for a moment, fluttered open, blinking lazily for a moment while she struggled to regain her bearings. As the black girl looked down, her face fell.
"No fucking way," she breathed.
The grueling battle of bosoms had at long last reached its conclusion, and low murmurs travelled across the room as the crowd took in the sight. Angelina's famous boobs were now molding around the blonde's slightly smaller set, losing more and more of their spherical shape as they flattened against the competing chest. It's just that they weren't the only ones doing that. Lavender's breasts, too, were pancaking, yielding to the coffee-coloured flesh of her rival. Both pairs of big, firm breasts seemed to be quite simply melting against each other, and the two fighters' shocked expressions mirrored each other perfectly. Lavender let out a loud gasp as she watched her tits fail her, the once sturdy flesh caving in, waving and swimming across her chest. I could also hear Angelina's soft moan as she felt her rack surrender to the firsty's smaller set, the ebony beauty's prodigious chest flattening and spreading out like a puddle of half-melted butter.
The entire student population sat in stunned silence, eyes wide with disbelief as we watched Angelina's jugs mold against Lavender's equally soft boobs, tender, loosened flesh flowing out lazily in every direction. Even Fleur appeared to be dumbstruck, totally taken aback by the outcome. They'd completely flattened each other! The fighters themselves, if anything, looked even more astonished, staring at their ruined tits with incredulous dismay. In the end, neither set had been able to best the other.
But as rare as a draw might be, there was nothing uncertain about the result. Both pairs of firm, round breasts had met their match and surrendered at the same time, the dense breast tissue in each bust reaching its breaking point simultaneously. As I looked over to Padma, the tournament's designated referee, I saw the Indian girl standing still, trying to digest the scene in front of her.
How long the moment really lasted, I have no idea. One by one the students seemed to snap out of their stupor, and a buzz of whispers slowly took over the temporarily hushed room. Lavender and Angelina remained locked in their embrace, holding each other's unmoving torso close while they struggled to come to grips with what had just happened. It was a lot to take in, to be sure. Padma cleared her throat carefully.
"It appears we have a tie," the girl called out, her voice soft but clearly audible. "Angelina and Lavender have fought each other to a stalemate, and their breasts have proven themselves to be equals to each other." Murmurs of agreement met her formal announcement, but it was obvious that most were unsure about what this draw would actually mean. I was no exception.
The third-year ebony girl and the blonde firsty slowly extricated themselves from the hug, looking weary as they stumbled back. Lavender, who was still panting heavily, swayed slightly and had to take a small step to regain her balance. Angelina, her breathing now mostly under control, reached out to steady the blonde, and each woman eyed the other cautiously. I had no doubt they'd both gained a newfound respect for their busty rival.
Taking a moment to scrutinize the girls, I could see just how much abuse the two pairs of thick boobs had suffered. Angelina's big, gorgeous rack was now hanging low on her chest, looking soft, swollen and badly bruised. Pronounced ripples swam across the dark brown titflesh with every intake of breath, and the ebony girl cradled her once powerful jugs in her hands to cauge their condition. Her grimace seemed to confirm my own estimate; utterly wrecked. Lavender's slightly smaller set wasn't doing any better, her pretty, cream-coloured boobs having turned bright red and splotchy, drooping considerably almost as if they'd been completely emptied of their youthful firmness. As I looked on, the blonde first-year touched her mammaries gingerly, wincing as even that small movement caused the loose breastmeat to jiggle freely. It was obvious to anyone that both pairs were far too badly hurt to continue.
"Umm... what happens now?" Susan voiced the question that had to be on many people's minds. I followed the voluptuous redhead's gaze to my girlfriend, who'd just gotten up from her seat and was starting to make her way towards the mat.
"I would've thought that was obvious," one of the third-year girls responded from the crowd. I saw Megan turn to look at Tracey and Daphne for support before she continued. "Fleur has defeated the previous champion, and Angie and Lavender are now tied just below Ginny. Besides, the rules of the tournament were 'last tits standing', no?" the auburn-haired volleyball player asked, getting a small nod of affirmation from Hermione. Both Angelina and Lavender were quick to express their objection, arguing that the final would still need to be fought at a later date, but Padma's raised hand succeeded in silencing their protests.
"No, Megan's right," the Indian said firmly. "Fleur beat the highest-ranking girl, which makes her the new queen. And also overrides her earlier loss against Lavender, since Lav's the one Ginny took the crown from. You two stand at shared third place," Padma finished, her tone authoritative and the decision evidently final. I could see several girls nodding their heads in approval, and while Lavender and Angelina didn't look too happy, they had little choice but to accept the ruling. Neither girl's tits were in any condition to face Fleur right now, looking visibly worse off than my girlfriend's own battle-worn set.
"Okay then, I guess congratulations are in order," Padma offered as she turned towards the French blonde. "The throne is yours once again, Fleur." The gorgeous French girl smiled, conveying her thanks to the Indian student and letting out a breath she'd been holding, her lean shoulders relaxing. My eyes met Fleur's for a moment, and the blonde blew me a kiss, laughing at the whistles that followed her gesture.
"Better not get too comfy up there, Frenchy," Ginny interjected with characteristic pluckiness. "Because the title won't be yours for long." She shared a look with the other girls, and I saw Angelina flash the redhead a toothy grin before she turned to my girlfriend.
"Damn right. If Ginger doesn't get you with her perky little tits, my big jugs will. Heck, even Barbie here could take you down," the ebony girl added, sneering at the curvacious blonde first-year next to her. Lavender rolled her eyes at the black beauty, giving her a dirty look. "Seriously?" she replied with a huff. "I'm the only one here who HAS flattened her. But sure, I look forward to doing it again next semester. Almost as much as I do to destroying your big, brown sacks in a rematch. You're going down, muscle bitch. On me."
Padma's amused snort seemed to defuse some of the tension, and I saw Fleur crack a grin as Angelina glared at the busty first-year. Being forced to accept a fluffy, blonde bimbo like Lav as her match in the boob department had to be a major blow for the ebony woman's ego, and I could only imagine how badly Angelina wanted to wipe that sweet, confident smile off Lavender's face. While she'd avoided my girlfriend's fate, the statuesque third-year was obviously far from satisfied. Tracey appeared to take the lack of any further verbal jibes as her cue and went to fill in the empty ranking poster hanging on the wall, using a pink marker pen with practiced ease. She paused after the second name, however, craning her neck to glance at Padma.
"Alphabetical order," the slender Indian girl instructed her fellow second-year. "Previous position doesn't matter since they had a draw. Their tits are equals now." Tracey nodded, turning back to the list and resuming her work. As Angelina's name appeared right under Ginny's, I noticed the black girl flash Lavender a quick, unfriendly smirk. The pretty blonde narrowed her eyes dangerously but didn't say anything, both girls choosing to observe the formalities in silence. Once Tracey had stepped away, we all took a moment to study the large sheet of paper.
AUTUMN SEMESTER FINAL RESULTS
1. Fleur
2. Ginny
3. Angelina
3. Lavender
5. Padma
6. Alicia
7. Megan
8. Susan
9. Cho
10.Daphne
Several girls came down to congratulate the new (and, incidentally, also the old) champion, hugging Fleur carefully so as not to touch her tender rack. I saw Hermione exchange a few words with the French girl before she moved to join Ginny and Luna, wrapping a consoling arm around her friend. To me the sporty redhead looked more annoyed than gloomy, shaking her head wistfully while her eyes shot daggers in my girlfriend's direction. Susan and Hannah also made their way to the mat, their massive busts wobbling enticingly as they celebrated Fleur's victory with a small dance. I could feel a goofy grin appear on my face as I watched the display, and the firsties sitting in front of me giggled openly at their more voluptuous classmates. Even the curly-haired girl that'd apparently had her tits thrashed by Susan in the first-year initiation tournament, Romilda I thought her name was, seemed amused. Back on the mat I saw Daphne embrace my girl from behind, the tall, usually haughty blonde grinning widely.
Exactly five weeks after her first-ever titfight loss, my girlfriend once again occupied the top spot. Still, I couldn't help but feel that Fleur's position was now far more precarious than before, with three very dangerous adversaries - four, if you counted Susan - itching for a chance to knock the French blonde down from her throne. She'd had two serious rivals last year, Penelope and Angelina, and started this term with really only one challenger to lose sleep over. Keeping the crown until graduation would be anything but easy, but I knew that if anyone could do it, it'd be my gorgeous girlfriend. Fleur's eleven months of continuous reign were almost unprecedented, and the fact that she'd been only a second-year for most of it made the achievement even more impressive.
"Ready to head back?" my girlfriend's familiar, distractingly seductive voice brought me back from my thoughts. As I looked up I noticed that she had finally put on a top, shielding her sore but victorious jugs from view. The damage was discernible even through the fabric, though, Fleur's shirt-covered rack sitting lower than I was used to and having quite a bit more jiggle. Of course, being intimately familiar with the French girl's perfect tits, the difference was far easier for me to notice. Her face, by contrast, looked just as lovely and alluring as always, and her beautiful blue eyes were burning with desire.
Getting up from my seat - and doing my best to hide the massive hard-on bulging against the front of my trousers - I accepted Fleur's outstretched hand, giving my girl a winning smile. "Of course, your majesty. The carriage awaits."
***
And so concludes our little Championship Tournament - I bet you weren't expecting
that!
