"Help..."
Her words couldn't get out, the only thing Carol could hear was the voice of her head screaming at the top of her lungs in complete silence.
The little girl tried to call, but no one was there to hear her. It's always been like this, there was never anyone for her.
She was a ghost who wasn't even noticed in an empty room, too shy to be noticed, too insecure to speak.
Yet she wanted to. She wanted to scream to the world that she was there too and wasn't a faded stain in this life. Her presence had to count, at least for some, she was alive.
"Help me..."
But the words wouldn't come out, though she tried to get her voice out of her, she couldn't leave her body, dying in her throat.
Carol also had a beautiful voice, or at least her mother said so. She could be a singer, she would have had to take lessons but the basis was good. Her concerts in the shower were good listening and no one ever complained.
Not that there was anyone who could, she was always alone. She had failed to make friends, the days passed in solitude. Not even her mother tried to be close to her, always and constantly at work.
Well, how could he not? Her father had abandoned them, so her mother had to work for both of them. Maybe that's why Carol couldn't open up to anyone, not try to make friends. Maybe he was afraid of suffering again.
"Help me… please"
Her pleas still couldn't get out of her mouth, her lips parted, but her voice didn't come out. She was close though, more than before. She could still try, and maybe she could.
Inside her she felt a deep pain, her whole body was crying, and only she could hear it. She continued to suffer, yet she could not redeem herself.
Carol remained there, motionless in pain without being able to do anything. Not that she was capable of it. She was very thin, even though her school friends said she should lose weight.
Those words soon changed the mirror image of her, those 45 wet pounds of her now seemed at least twice as much. She had to stop eating or no one would come near her.
"Help… someone…"
Her life has always been like this. Lonely and tough, she was the girl to pick on, the one who didn't get invited to birthdays. The strange one, indeed.
How could it change? Was it possible? Carol had lost count of how many times he'd asked himself this. Funny how they now come back to memory right now.
It's said that before you die, you can see your whole life before your eyes. Is that what's happening? Was she going to die?
No, hardly that was possible. She was still far from that day. Besides, she couldn't bear to relive what she had been through a second time.
She was simply in more pain than usual, much more. She wanted to leave, comply with the order given to him. Escape from this school, get further away, as much as possible.
"Please…someone save me"
It was a normal day, there was nothing special. Thursday afternoon, she and other girls had been assigned to scrub the floors of the gymnasium.
Carol found herself alone, the others having all developed a form of fever. What bad luck, all on the same day. Or maybe they didn't want to be with her.
Her eyes began to burn as she mopped the gym floor, glowing with heat despite all the open windows.
It wasn't even necessary to wet the floor, her tears did it. Because her heart hurts so much because she can't give a damn what other people think.
It's fine alone.
"Help… please"
By the time she cleaned everything thoroughly, Carol was sweating all over. She had worked enormously to clean the gymnasium, a job of four people done by one.
There was no one. No one could see her. She headed for the showers, undressing and stepping into one to wash.
Wipe the sweat and every bad thought of her out of her head. The pouring water fell on her head, a warm caress for once. The noise hid the outside world from his ears and her eyes.
She shouldn't have done that.
"Please… it hurts"
She started singing, but no one could hear her. Her voice rang in the showers and probably in the gym as well.
She had a beautiful voice, no one could say otherwise, even if no one would ever hear it. Her wonderful voice of hers… that she now she couldn't get out.
"Help me… she hurts me"
Carol was startled when her body was pushed against the cold wall of the shower. Opening her eyes with a terrified look, she turned to face the tormentor.
The girl's naked body in front of her was magnificent, perfect. She was no match for any of it. The girl's black hair, as were her giant breasts, was already wet from the shower.
"How dare you come here without my permission?"
Carol failed to respond, the older girl's body crashing into her, her modest 32C completely eclipsed by the considerably larger pair.
Carol knew that girl, from day one she had been tormented by her. Every day, from the morning entrance to the afternoon exit, she was completely bullied.
She had never dared to report what happened, who would have listened to her? Who would defend her? Nobody, that's who.
"Help me… please"
Her prayers were useless, there was only her and her tormentor. She certainly could not be saved.
The cold wall behind her pressed into her back, her brunette's hot, strong body pressing into her chest, taking her breath away.
That's why she couldn't call for help, that's why her voice didn't come out. There was less and less air in her lungs, not enough for her voice to come out.
"I told you you had to get out of this school! No one wants you here"
Demi's harsh words kept hurting Carol, as well as her physical pain she was hurting her soul as well.
She was crying, feeling her tears streaming down her face, but Demi kept pushing her 36EE against her little 32C.
Not even her nipples could help her, annihilated by the brunette's predominant torque, anchoring them inside her flesh.
"Please… make it stop"
More than once Demi had told her to leave, it wasn't school for Carol. She was nobody, and the school belonged to Demi.
She had seriously thought about it but didn't want to burden her mother. Changing schools meant paying expenses, and they couldn't afford to lose money like that. So Carol stayed, putting up with whatever Demi threw at her.
Demi had heard Carol sing, she had recognized her voice, perhaps the only one who had heard her speak… well, plead.
Hearing the water from the shower running and her clothes abandoned, the brunette smiled wickedly, preparing for more bullying.
Demi smiled as she felt how weak the girl in front of her was, continuing to press her breasts harder into the tiny pair.
"Help…"
Her voice had finally come out, but still too low to be heard, drowned out by the sound of the water lapping their bodies.
Carol wanted to die, to stop suffering. Pain coursed through her body every second, destroying it from within. Demi was all too much for her, she couldn't do anything.
“Nobody's coming to save you,” Demi hissed, pointing out the obvious.
Yet hearing it hurt even more as if to say that she too Demi knew that she could do whatever she wanted, so no one would stop her.
Demi continued to rage against Carol, forcefully slamming her breasts into the girl's chest. The victim's slender body slammed into the wall, coming back to be slammed again.
The dull thuds of Carol's body hitting the wall always increased in speed, just as the choked girl's crying seemed to have no end.
Her voice started to come back, but instead of a song, there were only Carol's moans and sobs as she was humiliated again.
When Demi walked away, stepping out of the tepid water, Carol slumped to the ground, in pain, her body shaking with her sobs as her battered chest was bruised.
Demi opened the cold water jet, and Carol was finally able to scream, retreating into a corner of the shower, cold and helpless while the brunette looked down on her.
"Get out of this school you worthless shit" Demi growled "That's the last time I'll tell you"
Before Carol looked up at Demi before Carol could even nod, finally agreeing to get out of the damn school, no matter how or why, before Demi had her way again, without paying, a voice rang out at her shoulders.
"What if you were the one to leave instead, Demi?"
***
The silence was unreal, the only noise being created by the tip of the pens writing on the Language test sheets and the second hand of the clock.
Amanda's green eyes roamed the faces of the students, focused on the test she had prepared, smiling when she saw that bewildered look of someone who cannot find the answer.
The professor always enjoyed that look, always felt excited when she saw the despondency in another person's eyes if the cause of it was something she had done.
This had originated years earlier, at the beginning of her career. She had graduated at the right time, getting a job at a women's institution. She with 25 years, and her female students are newly of age.
It was really hard to get respect as a professor, when you have young people in front of you, you tend to forget the role they play.
Everyone was a student, everyone had the same experiences. When one of her student mentees asked to meet with her privately, telling her about this girl from another class was targeting them for their prowess, Amanda began to understand how the world worked.
The strongest command, the weakest obey. It has always been that way after all, even in disguise. Amanda listened intently, looking for common ground to leverage.
Eventually, it came. That girl used to destroy every person with her powerful breasts, a dense and strong 32DD. No one seemed to be able to bend her, which simply made Amanda want to meet her more.
Before she graduated, she too had had her...differences and the blonde professor knew she still had a say against this girl. She had never put up with bullies and castigated them all-this girl would be no exception.
They met over the weekend, Amanda had somehow managed to arrange the meeting without much preamble. She wanted to make the girl understand who would be in charge from there on out.
Amanda's 32F demolished that girl's 32DD in twenty minutes, continuing to throw them together until the poor bulla collapsed to the ground, surrendering in tears.
From that day forward, Amanda entered a spiral in which every problem was solved that way, with her breasts. Colleagues, students, and even the principal once. Amanda remained undefeated, until the end.
She moved with her husband years later, arriving at the present institution at the dawn of her 40s. She had kept her body lean and combative, not wanting to have any kind of trouble.
A cell phone caught her attention, as was customary she had taken each student's cell phone before the test, placing them perfectly on the desk, waiting to be taken.
The cell phone screen in front of her lit up, showing an unusual notification. A blog, the title immediately caught the blonde's attention. "Demi wins! The crown stays where it is."
Amanda wondered what was being talked about, but Demi's name was not unfamiliar to her. She had heard about the girl from her colleagues, being described as the school's quintessential bully.
She had not yet had any reason to have to confront the brunette, although the animosity she felt toward bullies was palpable. The title of that notification, however, was inviting. The crown.
"Does that mean she's calling the shots here?" thought Amanda.
The professor felt her nipples harden at the thought of Demi, bent beneath her in tears as she conceded. Amanda could have had the crown, gained decision-making power at that school, and found other rivals who could have fought her.
Sure, she was not as young as she once was, but she was confident in what she could do. Her experience was remarkable, repaying the disadvantage of aging.
She would just have to ... have a reason to meet with that girl to destroy her and, why not, expel her for inappropriate behavior.
Despite her desire to confront Demi, the blonde felt hatred toward her take hold. As she had ruined students' lives, Amanda would ruin her own, getting her expelled.
It was a few hours later, in the teachers' lounge, that she heard about the cleaning shifts. That Saturday, some of her students would be stopping by to clean the gymnasium; it was her class's turn that week.
"Hopefully, that problem girl won't be there too. She's always there usually."
The words of one of her colleagues helped create the idea for Amanda. Demi would be there, but bullies usually do not act against groups. They prefer to target the individual because they are weaker.
Amanda would have given the brunette the perfect prey. The teacher took care to warn of a "change of schedule," forgetting to warn poor Carol.
The teacher arrived at the gym when Carol was still singing, discovering the girl's hidden talent. But after a few seconds, her voice suddenly fell silent.
Here she was. She had arrived. Demi was here. Amanda smiled, waiting a few more minutes before moving. Taking off her heels to make the least noise, she crossed the gym and headed for the showers.
Carol's faint voice was barely heard, only as the blonde passed the door to the showers. The girl was calling for help, and judging by the number of clothes hanging in the open lockers, both Demi and Carol were naked.
Smiling in excitement, the professor began to undress slowly, trying not to draw attention to herself. Once she was naked, she began to walk briskly toward the showers, catching a glimpse of the brunette's back wet from the shower.
"Get out of this school, you worthless shit," Demi growled, "That's the last time I'm telling you."
A perfect line, Amanda's entrance would have been incredible. The blonde rose to her full height, pushing her breasts out and placing her hands on her hips.
"What if you were the one to leave instead, Demi?" said Amanda in a confident voice.
Demi turned sharply, in her eyes the shadow of sudden fright as her huge breasts bounced wildly in movement.
When the brunette's eyes recognized the professor, they immediately lowered to the blonde's huge pair. Dense and large, menacing and deadly, Amanda's pink nipples pointed at the students.
Carol watched Demi's body relax after realizing who was in front of her, losing all trace of fear and returning to her usual arrogant bitch self.
"Oh? Now even the professors are getting in the way?"
The brunette's voice expressed her iconic confidence, placing her hands on her hips and imitating the blonde's pose. Pushing back her shoulders, Amanda's eyes lowered to Demi's pair.
She had seen them before in photos, imagining how big they were, but now that she saw them in front of her, it was a very different story.
The perfect, firm shape of the youthful breasts expressed power and brutality from every angle, and the professor immediately felt intimidated by such a look.
She was not used to such feelings, which she chased out of her head, maintaining an arrogant smile to combat the bully.
"Someone needs to teach you a lesson, Demi. It's time for you to learn your place."
The brunette burst into laughter, bringing her hand to her mouth as she laughed heartily. She was amused that the woman could think she could win against her.
"And you are here to do that? Don't make me laugh, old woman," smiled Demi "Your floppy, fat breasts wouldn't last a minute against mine."
Amanda changed her expression, taking on a similar but quite different one. her lips relaxed into a softer smile as if she felt compassion for the girl.
She lifted her twins with her hands, letting them fall onto her chest. Each breast trembled slightly, yielding almost insignificantly.
Demi could not help but stare at the woman's full pair, silent as mild surprise shone from her face.
Looking up, Demi wanted to compete on the same level as the blonde, imitating her move and showing her the substantial difference between them.
Amanda's green eyes lingered on the student's firm flesh, shaken by the girl's hands as she moved them for her rival. When she removed her hands, Demi's breasts settled on her chest, silhouetted perfectly upward.
Both could assess each other's torque, already trying to find the first disadvantage points they could use to win the first exchanges they would have right away.
Demi was no fool, she understood that the blonde had had her experiences in this kind of competition, but she was no slouch either and could count on the youthfulness of her breasts.
"You're still in time to run away, professor," sneered Demi, bending her head to the side with an arrogant smile.
"Don't worry about me, Demi" smiled Amanda "There will be no place here for you to hide so you won't scream."
Demi smiled wickedly, the professor's words sounded like an insulting attempt to shake her confidence, but the blond would have to work harder to succeed.
"Carol was not fit enough for the job. Maybe you can give me some good pillows for my perfect breasts to rest on," replied the brunette, pushing out her larger breasts.
Amanda could have responded in numerous ways, but she chose the most satisfying and arrogant one possible to do so. The professor walked the short distance separating their bodies, throwing her breasts from the side, suddenly striking the rival pair.
Demi moaned in surprise, not hiding the painful sensation of her breasts crushing and trembling from the impact, swelling outward as the blonde's flesh compressed inside.
Demi pulled back, grunting at the arrogant rival move, ready to throw her breasts into the smaller pair. Amanda had a different idea and sent her pair to the other side.
"Fuck it!" said Demi angrily, forced to take a step back.
Amanda smiled as she continued to drag her tits into the brunette's massive pair, cutting flesh with her nipples with each step.
When the professor tried to throw her breasts back into the rival pair again, Demi slammed her chest hard forward, hitting the side of the blonde's pair with a loud slap.
Grunting and growling at each other, Carol looked up as the blonde and brunette twisted their chests together, their bodies struggling as none wanted to step back in front of their rival.
The poor victim's eyes focused on the flesh of those two women, mingling and fusing as Demi and Amanda tried to mock the enemy's pride with their own.
Amanda let a pained moan escape as the student's firm, larger breasts pressed against her, while Demi smiled as she took pleasure in continuously grinding the blonde's flesh with her firmer pair.
Despite the age difference, Amanda's breasts held up effectively against Demi's pair, losing some of their shapes with each step compared to the firm, younger one.
Carol, however, could see how much more dangerous Demi was, her larger breasts seemed to bully the blonde's pair with each exchange, feeling that she was the one getting more and more of the advantage.
Amanda felt the same, fighting desperately to be able to push her attacker back. The professor swung her breasts violently to the right, making her young rival grunt.
The blonde's flesh poured into Demi's pair, pushing to gain the upper hand as the younger pair swelled to the sides as they squeezed each other.
Demi hissed in frustration, her firmer, larger breasts failing to dominate the smaller pair, although she maintained her shape more than the blonde.
The brunette's breasts seemed to get the better of the professor's chest with each exchange, but Amanda knew how to fight back and responded by pressing Demi's breasts with her own, forcing each other to strain harder and harder for every inch of space between them.
Amanda grunted annoyed, lowering her gaze in frustration after a few minutes on their breasts. Her breasts were slowly pushed back, seemingly unable to resist her rival's firmness, as the larger pair wrapped their enemy's chest, smiling.
"Are you repenting already, professor?" taunted Demi, continuing to push her breasts forward.
Demi began pumping her torque into Amanda's, who grunted in annoyance as she felt her torque being moved further and further apart. Groaning aloud, Amanda finally felt herself being pushed back, her feet slipping on the wet floor.
The brunette pushed her breasts hard, slamming into the blonde's pair and leaving her stumbling back. Amanda tried hard to regain her balance as Demi charged forward. The student's body shattered against the professor's, ending up in the other shower stall.
"You're not being a show-off anymore, huh? So?"
Demi tormented the blonde's chest with her torque, continuing to pull back and slam into the professor, whose body finally found its end running against the wall again and again. Amanda moaned again, but before the student could attack, the blonde jumped against her rival.
Carol heard the schoolgirl let out a pained groan, moving away from the blonde a few steps so as not to fall. The schoolmistress advanced quickly, ducking down and rising soon after to send her breasts into the underside of the rival tits.
Demi gasped, feeling her chest fly toward her face and lose her balance. Demi's feet lifted off the ground a second later, resting on a patch of water and losing her balance, falling flat on her ass.
"So, bitch?" gasped Amanda, looking at her rival with a mean smile "Is that all you got?" taunted the blonde, motioning her rival to step forward.
Demi looked up, angry. Her eyes screamed with hatred toward the woman. She had fallen by accident, but it was as if the blonde had knocked her to the ground. The brunette felt her breasts throbbing, despite all the damage she had inflicted on her rival, she too had not come out unharmed.
"Fuck you!" cried Demi, getting up "I'm going to beat your tits to a pulp!"
Amanda rushed at the brunette as she stood up, slamming her smaller pair into Demi's. The coed screamed in pain, being thrown back and slamming into the shower wall, staying under the spray of water.
Amanda slammed her breasts into the brunette's again, causing the student to feel more pain. Demi gritted her teeth after moaning again, lowering her gaze to her breasts. Both pairs compressed where they touched, leaking out to the sides. Amanda smiled to see that she had erased Demi's advantage over her, pressing herself even harder against the young girl.
Demi grunted continuously as she responded to the blonde's attacks, thrusting her larger, denser breasts into the professor's smaller pair. Amanda hissed at her rival as she felt the responses from the enemy’s breast, trying to stab the student's flesh with her pair.
Amanda growled in response, again moving her breasts under Demi's and thrusting upward. Again and again, the blonde continued to throw her breasts upward, making Demi moan with each contact. The brunette felt her breasts distort and fly toward her face.
Demi's eyes lowered to watch her tits shake under the blonde's attack, feeling them like wrecking balls against her chest as they crashed hard into her. Carol watched as her heroine of the moment was beginning to dominate the student everyone was afraid of. There was hope that she would be saved by this woman.
As the helpless girl watched the clash between the two boobs, cowering in the corner, Demi violently swung her breasts to the side, pushing the blonde's chest completely to the side. Amanda let out a forced groan, feeling her chest being pushed to one side with sudden force.
Demi pushed her chest forward soon after, her hands grasping the blonde's arms as the brunette's larger breasts crashed into the professor's. Demi's hands immediately tried to go behind the blonde's back, trapping her in an embrace.
"You're mine now, bitch," hissed the student venomously.
Amanda grunted in discomfort as she felt the actual weight of Demi's breasts against her own, pressing hard into the little space available. The professor was not yet defeated, however, meeting each of her rival's thrusts with her strength. Her breasts continued to fight relentlessly against Demi's pair, arousing more and more frustration in the girl.
Amanda smiled, taking to grinding her breasts into her rivals' tits hard, pressing their breasts together heavily and keeping Demi glued to the wet shower wall. The brunette lowered her gaze, feeling her flesh begin to sag under the blonde's constant attack, incredulous at what was happening.
"It's over now, bitch," smiled the blonde, pressing her breasts forward.
The young woman's larger breasts swelled under the pressure, however, beginning to engulf the professor's smaller pair. Although she was using the position to her advantage, Demi's breasts seemed unwilling to surrender completely.
Demi angrily felt her flesh trembling in the effort, trying to push back the blonde and free herself. Amanda was convinced she could overcome the student by continuing to grind her stronger breasts into the larger pair, pushing her rival breasts with her own in every way possible.
"Give it up, bitch," Amanda hissed, thrusting her breasts hard into the brunette's pair "The time for your bullying is over with me."
Demi opened her eyes, a look of rage and fury in her pupils as she gritted her teeth. She had not yet been defeated, she would never be defeated. The school was her kingdom, she had the power to do what she wanted, no one could stop her, not even this blonde.
With a scream, Demi launched herself forward with her whole body, overwhelming the teacher by surprise, who was thrown back. Forcefully, the student rammed the rival tits with her own, slamming them upward and sending the blonde back another step.
Demi launched herself forward again, charging the professor who found herself being thrown backward, helpless and in pain as her breasts got a new overbearing pounding. The blonde's flesh trembled violently as the student pushed the woman hard against the wall.
The wet thud was followed by a series of fast and fierce slaps, Demi lashing out relentlessly, pounding her breasts into the blonde's chest again and again. Amanda continued to moan as she tried to respond to the brunette's timely assault, thrusting her breasts forward and stopping Demi's fury.
The two pairs of breasts pressed together as Demi pressed her body entirely into Amanda's, their faces pressed against each other as their breasts strained relentlessly together, grunting and moaning but continuing to slam their breasts together.
Amanda felt the rival pair continue to force her back, feeling the pain explode in her chest each time Demi slammed her breasts into his. Her strength was beginning to fail after all the pain she was experiencing; the student had turned out to be a much tougher fight than she had expected.
"No! I won't let you do that!" growled the blonde.
Demi was forced to moan suddenly as the professor thrust out her breasts with all the force she had, forcing the brunette's body back just enough to allow the blonde to exit the wall.
Amanda began to slam her tits forward forcefully, meeting Demi's pair frontally with everything she had as she pushed her back. The student screamed her discouragement, responding in the same way, slamming her larger pair forward.
Their proud breasts collided in the middle of their bodies, slapping continuously and brutally as each struck her rival with all her remaining strength. The firmness of Demi's breasts had lost its edge; Amanda's tits had begun to hold their shape less and less. Each blow sent incredible pain through both breasts, making them moan in pain.
Gritting her teeth, the body of one of the two began to lose ground unsteadily, however, it was a visible scene for all to see as the body began to move back. Carol watched as one pair began to dominate the other, the losing flesh beginning to bend with each blow, causing the girl to back away with each step.
She couldn't believe she was seeing Demi's back hit the wet wall with a thud, the duel of breasts becoming almost one-sided despite the brunette trying with everything she had left to turn the tables on her.,
Demi felt an increasingly pronounced sagging in her breasts, each blow being accompanied by more time to regain the original shape of her breasts, but Amanda continued to beat her relentlessly, imposing on her a rhythm too tight to continue without damaging herself.
Demi roared angrily, she couldn’t lose such a challenge, against a woman like the professor. She couldn't let it, pushing her breasts forward and tightening her grip on her rival's body.
Amanda grunted in annoyance as she felt the brunette respond with renewed strength, feeling the brunette's spikes press into the underside of her flesh. She felt her breasts throb with pain, but she couldn't afford to let go of the student.
The blonde tightened her grip on her rival's body, forcing her breasts down as best she could, finding Demi's nipples with hers and making them fight together, finally bringing their couples back to the same level.
Pushing forward, both women gritted their teeth as they tried to get past the other. Demi, however, constantly felt her breasts lose strength against the blonde's chest.
Amanda grunted tiredly, feeling her breasts being slowly wrapped by Demi's bigger pair, but she could see the scared look of the brunette as she tried in every way to push the blonde away.
Screaming in pain, Demi felt her breasts being pierced more and more by Amanda's smaller but stronger pair, threatening to destroy her with each passing second, blow after blow, until the flesh was almost completely crushed.
Demi tried to scream out her frustration, could not believe she felt that, that she could lose in a duel of breasts, but the blonde put a hand over her mouth, anchoring herself to her as she signaled for her to remain silent. The student had to breathe heavily for a few seconds before she heard something too.
A noise outside, someone was coming, probably attracted by the screams and moans of the two women. Demi crossed eyes with Amanda, in her eyes the light of victory and the arrogance of having defeated youth, as she felt her breasts being crushed by the blonde's pair.
"Mention this to someone, and next time you won't be so lucky..." growled Amanda to the girl "...but your bullying ends here. Don't make me come back and explain it to you again."
Forcefully thrusting her breasts into Demi's pair, the blonde pulled away. The girl's body slowly slid to the floor, supported by the wall as her breasts slowly resumed their shape, though hanging downward, as if exhausted.
The professor licked her lips, placing a foot on the girl's defeated breast, then shifting a gaze to Carol, who stood there staring at the whole spectacle. Lending a hand to the victimized student, she helped her up, casting an evil glance at Demi, feeling her tearful gaze filled with hatred.
"Spread the word, Carol. Demi's reign is over with me," Amanda hissed at the student.
Carol nodded in conviction, a small smile of relief on her lips as she followed the professor to change and then go home. She would never find out that the blonde was the architect of what happened that day, but it was a small price to pay.
Demi stood there, alone in her thoughts. She had not lost, but it was as if it had happened. She had been saved by a stranger to the situation, but she had felt her proud breasts fail against that professor's pair.
Humiliated and seemingly defeated, Demi lay still to recover her breath as the warm water gave her aching pair a slight relief. She closed her eyes, at least for a few seconds, feeling for the first time that hateful feeling of not being able to be enough...for this time.
And it hurt.
***
Far away from the school…
The air was too warm to allow good breathing, everything around them was beginning to spin slowly. To think that on the other side of the door, people were waiting only made the situation more exciting.
The music from the gym covered just enough so that the people on the other side of the door could not hear any noise, except for the loudest sounds.
Thumps, slaps, and groans could only be heard in some of the breaks in the songs, but it was impossible to recognize the owner of such cackles.
The two girls outside the sauna could only wait, their eyes fixed on the closed door as the clock counted down the passing minutes. All of them were anxious to find out who would walk out that door.
Their arms wrapped around each other's necks, locking each other's air supply more. Their breasts were pushed rhythmically together without stopping, accompanied by labored grunts.
"Give in ... bitch," Claire hissed.
"You will yield...I can feel it..." sighed Ana.
Their duel was about to reach its climax.
