I couldn't believe how hard I was when I woke up the next morning. Not being able to relieve myself really was a pain this time. I figured I'd take care of everything in the shower, so I grabbed a new pair of underwear and a clean shirt to go with the same jeans I'd worn the day before and went down the hall to the bathroom. Dan's house wasn't huge, but there were bathrooms on both floors, so I'd assumed that I'd be okay, especially as early as I'd gotten up and knowing what the ladies had been up to downstairs.
I'd watched a girl challenge my best friend's sister to a titfight! And watched that girl (Nikki) lose, her breasts unable to take a superior pair pounding her rack into submission. Tiffany, Dan's sister, had crushed Nikki's equally impressive tits. (They seemed equal at the time, anyway). And then, Tiffany made the buxom loser suck her own tits. What a great night!
I shook my head to clear it from my reverie, then opened the door, not seeing the light seeping below the door. I pulled it open, ready to reach into the bathroom closet for a towel, and saw Tiffany, nude, her hair still wet as she was vigorously drying it. Her breasts jiggled, the flesh rippling as she dried her head, but I didn't get the prolonged view I had last night. Tiffany immediately covered herself with the green bath towel.
"Holy shit! Jon, don't you knock!?"I immediately turned my head, and in doing so revealed my now-throbbing dick covered by soft flannel pajama bottoms. "Oh, god. You're hard, too? Get out, Jon!"I did immediately, mortified that she would have shouted about my erection. Thankfully, as I scrambled back, opening the door to Dan's room as quickly and quietly as I could. I could tell, somehow from the quiet in the room and in the house, that no one had woken up. I laid down in bed, knowing that I'd never be able to finish myself off with Dan in the room. Swearing, I tried to go back to sleep. I tried for what seemed like hours, though was only about twenty minutes. Sighing in frustration, I threw on the jeans I'd worn the previous day and stalked down to the kitchen for some breakfast.
I shouldn't have been surprised to see Tiffany drinking a cup of coffee. Karmically, I deserved some bad luck after what I'd witnessed the night before. But I just sighed and began walking out. "Wait, Jon,"she said softly. I stopped, wondering if she was going to apologize or rip me a new one. I turned around, bracing for the worst. Tiffany had thrown on a tight-fitting tank top and had thrown a robe over the rest. Her cleavage, still remarkable, was peeking just above the low neck of her tank top and between the v of her robe lapels. Her face was impassive, unreadable as I sat down across from her.
"Did you get a good look?"she asked in that same impassive tone.
"Huh?"I asked. A grin broke out across her face. I was relieved, but a bit confused. It obviously showed.
"Oh, Jon, as often as you've been over here, I'm surprised we haven't had this happen before. At least it wasn't as awkward as it could've been,"she laughed. I smiled, but shook my head.
"Including the fact that you yelled that I was hard?"Tiffany had the good grace to wince and look a bit embarrassed for me.
"Yeah... Sorry about that. I was surprised. And to be fair, you've finally gotten your look." She shot back, glancing down at her cleavage to emphasize the point. I nodded my acknowledgment of her point, taking another look between her firm tits. She caught me again, but laughed out loud.
"I forgot how horny young boys can be," Tiffany said, still chuckling, "but that's the only look you're getting buddy. Most guys spend a lot of money before they even get a chance. So consider it your lucky day. And don't worry, I won't tell Dan unless there's a situation where it's either you or me."I shrugged, but smiled at her.
"Sounds fair. Sorry I barged in on you," I told her sincerely. Tiffany laughed but nodded.
"It happens. We'll just try to keep it from happening anymore, yeah?" I agreed, and went to get a cup of the coffee Tiffany had brewed. "Well, I'm going to bed, Jon. We stayed up a bit late."
At this point, I knew not to mention the titfight, but we'd gotten into such a conversational groove that I goofed just a bit.
"I'd say. What were you guys knocking over? A thud woke me up last night. You guys okay down here?" The moment the question left my lips I realized I might have put her in an awkward spot. Tiffany obliged by stumbling for a bit.
"Well, we, you know, we were watching, we played a board game, and it got knocked over because Nikki fell down." She smiled faintly, obviously realizing that what she'd just told me not only was a lie, but it sounded like a lie.
To this day, I still don't know what came over me. I blame my raging erection. I was 18, so I can do that a lot. But instead of blowing off the incident and going along with the obviously uncomfortable lie, I said this:
"Oh, wow. I was wondering if you'd crushed Nikki's tits with yours and forced her to suck your nipples, but if she fell, I guess she fell." I really didn't know why I said it, but I'd said it.
And Tiffany's face registered the shock of it all as she listened to me. My own face grew shocked as I looked into hers, still unbelieving that I would have brought it up so nonchalantly. Her blue eyes widened and she sat back down, ignoring that her robe left more of her breasts exposed to my eyes. To my defense, I never looked down at her breasts as she sat there. She licked her lips a few times and shrugged, sighing.
"Well, that's a jarring blow in the morning," she said as calmly as she was able. "You saw it, then?" I nodded, unsure if speaking was wise. "Huh. You tell Dan?" she asked. "Does he know?"
"Fuck no," I said, and meant it. I wouldn't have told Dan if she'd stripped down and begged me. Ok, that's a lie. If she begged me to do anything while she was naked, it'd probably get done. But I wasn't about to tell her brother she was smashing her tits into other girls' breasts.
"Ok. You won't, right?" I shook my head. Her face was registering all sorts of different emotions, and when she brought up Dan, one was worry or fear. "Thanks. Why'd you come down?"
"I really did hear a good thud. And when I didn't hear anything else, I wondered if someone had fallen over and hurt their head or something. I just wanted to be sure everything was okay." Tiffany laughed, but it was hollow, without mirth or happiness.
"Was it?" she asked, sighing. "I guess you know I'm a bit of a freak now," she said sadly.
I thought for a moment (not long enough for me) before I replied. "I guess I am too," I offered. "I loved watching it." Tiffany grinned despite herself, but shook her head.
"Of course you did, you pervert," she said, chuckling. "What 18-year-old boy wouldn't like watching four tits rather than two?" Even I laughed in response, and for the most part, the tension seemed to be broken. I was glad, because I did like Tiffany, and felt bad that I'd spied on her. I was ready for that awkward moment to be gone completely. Tiffany, it seemed, was not ready for that.
"So, were you up and ready this morning because of our little scuffle?" My head jerked and Tiffany smiled. "We always have wondered what a guy would think of us fighting with our tits," she continued lightly. "I guess now I can tell them I know a guy who likes watching women slam their big tits into each other." She looked down at her cleavage and back at me. Then she giggled as I felt my cock throbbing. "Boy, I bet you'd do just about anything I asked right now, huh?" she asked smiling. I tried to blow off the obvious arousal I was feeling, but Tiffany just needled me.
"Well, since you were such a good sport and won't tell Dan about what I've been doing, I'll let you in on a little secret. Next weekend, we're having a slumber party at Christy Oliver's house. Saturday night. Her parents are out of town, and she only has a sister, who's visiting colleges. We only usually have these parties when our families aren't around. I'm not saying you should be there, I'm just letting you know as a favor." Tiffany gave me a sympathetic look as she stood to leave, eying my cock, but turned and wandered back towards the living room.
I went up to the bathroom, only to find that Dan was in there showering. I groaned. My balls had never been so tight, so I just suffered that day, but made a mental note to find Christy Oliver's address.
The week passed fairly quickly, and I easily tracked down Christy's address. I also looked forward to seeing her pert tits meet another pair. The hostess for the party was a small woman, with a petite, unassuming frame that matched her personality. After I'd digested what Tiffany had told me, that she'd be hosting the "slumber party,"I'd tried to find pictures of her from the high school yearbook. She was a year ahead of me (like Tiffany) and I realized that she was a slim little girl with small breasts that seemed bigger because of her delicate frame. She did usually wear a lot of bulky clothing, but her dress at the homecoming dance two years ago offered some insight with a low-cut neckline. I went over Dan's house a few times that week, and while he offered a night at his house on Saturday, I told him I'd be out of town.
That night, I drove to her house, and parked on the street a few doors down. She lived in a quiet neighborhood, the kind of place that wouldn't have been unusual to settle into after you got married and had kids. Which seems to be what her parents had done. These thoughts accompanied me as I nervously made my way into the backyard of Christy Oliver's house, feeling like the worst kind of peeping tom.
I found in that backyard a glass door that I was able to look through. I saw at least six girls sitting around a table with cards. This wouldn't have surprised me, but two of the women were topless, and one of them was the aforementioned hostess. Her pert, pale breasts were visible even from my vantage point behind a picnic table. They were topped by what looked like rock hard pink nipples and puffy, bumpy areolae. The other girl was someone I'd never seen before, with dark auburn hair and tits about the size of Christy's. Her nipples were darker, and the areolae were smaller, though the shape was rounder than Christy's more conical pair. The auburn-haired girl was a bit softer around the midsection; it was obvious Christy took care of herself, judging from the bit of definition I could see.
They were sitting in what looked to be a well-decorated kitchen with mostly some maple-colored cabinets and a table that matched. Four of the chairs matched the table and two didn't, the others being plastic chairs suitable for deck or mass seating. I could see little else through the glass door, save that the other girls were wearing tank tops or t-shirts. I thought about sneaking closer to get a better look, but didn't want to risk blowing my cover (such as it was).
I looked for Tiffany at the table, hoping to see her magnificent rack, but she didn't seem to be there. Not knowing what else to do I watched, wishing for all the world that this particular image had sound. After a few moments, it was obvious that they were playing strip poker. The four girls with clothes on had piles of chips in front of them, while there were none in front of Christy or the auburn-headed girl.
I don't know how long I watched the game go on, but it didn't seem as though Christy or the other girl lost another hand. They were actually able to grab a few chips, but no clothes returned. Before any other clothes were removed, though, they all stood up and walked towards the front of the house. I cursed my luck; while I was enjoying this voyeuristic adventure, I wasn't about to go in front of the house and look through the living room window.
Which is why I was surprised when I heard a door slam, faintly in the front of the house. I did my best to shrink behind the table, and got very nervous when I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps start towards the back yard. I looked for an escape, but the wooden privacy fence seemed rather well constructed. I scrunched down as much as I could, wondering if someone saw me through the glass door. The only way out would have me heading towards the front of the house, in the little bits of light that were escaping through the windows and door.
I swallowed, hoping that Tiffany hadn't set me up, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Tiffany's curvy form appeared, her silhouette lit from the back so the smooth edges of her breasts were visible even in the dark, shadowed in the kitchen light.
She stopped in front of the window. In a loud whisper, she said. "If you're out here, the glass door is unlocked. We'll be in the living room." She lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before turning to the glass door and going in, extinguishing the cigarette on the cement patio.
I waited for a moment before creeping in as quietly as I could. The door was well oiled, and I heard the girls, laughing loudly from the living room, down a hall and into an arched doorway to the left. The shadows playing on the wall indicated a few of the girls moving around.
As I crept down the hallway, I could hear words more clearly. "So Darla and Christy are going to go first?" I heard one girl ask. "I'll take a bet that Christy's tits hold up better than Darla's saggy bags."
"Fuck you, Kelly."
"Maybe later, Darla. I can probably convince Christy to let me have what's left, "a few "ooohs" flew up before a voice said, very softly: "I'll keep her."
"You'll have to beat me, Christy."
"I will, slut. You can't win this one on your back."
Tiffany's voice rang out. "Ok, guys, hold on. Let's not get too out of control here."
"Oh, Tiff, if she wants to, I'll crush those perky little titties. Then she can make sure I get everything I need. You want to up the stakes, titless?" Darla's voice was angry, and the rest of the room went quiet.
"When I'm done with you, you won't have the energy to top me off, bitch." Christy's voice had grown sharp as her anger bubbled over.
"Then stand up and prove it with those pathetic tits."
I was sad that I missed the visual to accompany the trash talking, but realized that if I was going to see the fight, I needed to move. I crept slowly down the hall, doing my best to avoid clomping on the hardwood floor. A half-closed door was across from the arched living room entrance. I peeked around the corner to see Christy's blonde hair around her shoulders as she lined up her nipples against Darla's. Darla's nipples were dark red, darker now that she was in a state of arousal. Christy's nipples stood out from her pale tits, her areolae puffy and hard looking. They looked fairly evenly matched at first, though Darla's darker tips seemed thicker than Christy's. I slowly slid into the room across, using the door as cover. I again fought the urge to masturbate as I watched the two women push their chests out.
I timed it perfectly, and as I leaned around the door, Darla thrust her tits forward just far enough that the two girls' nipples met with some force. Christy groaned as she felt the thick tips of her rival slap against hers for the first time. Darla winced as well, but twisted her torso so that her nipples ground into Christy's chest. Christy thrust forward, but mistimed Darla's twist and felt the redhead's nipples crush into her areolae again. It was amazing to see smaller pairs of breasts go at it, especially with the nipples being highlighted. I twitched at every strike
"You like that, Christy? Feeling my powerful tits slam into your pathetic nipples?" Christy grunted and reached to grab Darla's shoulders. Darla thrust forward again, and Christy grunted as their nipples met again. Some of the girls were watching nervously as the fight got intense with the trash talking. Christy was obviously in some discomfort as Darla scraped them, and soon, both women were hugging each other, their tits at the center.
"I'm going to flatten you, whore," Darla hissed. "I'm going to crush these perky tits so you've got nipples pointing at your waist." Darla's arms tightened, and Christy winced. As inexperienced as I was, I thought Christy was done. Every time Darla did something Christy seemed to feel it more than the redhead did. But Christy wasn't done, and as Darla tried to rear back, the hostess of the party slammed forward, tightening her own arms. Despite the short distance between the two pair of gorgeous breasts, Christy managed some impressive momentum, and Darla's rounder tits spilled out of the side. Darla moaned as the sudden attack surprised her. Her arms loosened, and Christy quickly took advantage, smashing her conical, firm breasts into the shapely teats of her opponent.
Darla moaned again as Christy returned the trash talk. "You like those round, saggy bags getting flattened, whore? How does it feel to get your tits thrashed Darla?" Darla didn't respond, but her arms wrapped around Christy's back and she thrust forward. Titflesh spilled as both breasts mushroomed out, nipples concealed as the women tried testing their firmness. Darla and Christy both pushed forward again and again. When they pulled apart, finally, both had choice words.
"I'm crushing your sad, droopy tits, Darla," Christy sneered, even as I watched her hands massaging her own firm breasts.
"Fuck that," Darla hissed. "Your little boobs are getting pulverized by the minute."
"You're going to pour your tits into a bra when I'm done with you, whore!" Christy shouted, and stepped forward to pound her chest into Darla's. Darla grunted as the sound of tits smacking together, that wonderfully flat slapping noise, filled the room again. I noticed, watching the audience grow more and more interested as the stakes seemed to increased. The girls' faces grew stiff and their mouths hung open as they watched two of their peers begin trying to destroy each others' tits. These two really didn't seem to like each other.
Again and again, the two girls smashed their firm breasts together, neither giving and a sheen of sweat began to form between them. I scanned the audience sometimes for Tiffany, but she must have been around the corner, so I hadn't seen her to that point. As the two girls continued, neither submitting, they latched arms again and began the grinding. The sweat seemed to lubricate the motion, and the wet sound of flesh on flesh began echoing through the room.
"I'm going to grind you flat," Christy hissed. Darla laughed and pulled Christy to her. I'd misjudged Darla, apparently, as she easily manhandled the hostess of the contest. Their breasts met again, but this time they didn't pull away. Darla put her arms around the small of Christy's back and pulled her close, and Christy returned the hug in the middle of Darla's.
Their breasts both flattened at the tips and began mushrooming out, and somehow I understood this was going to be the endgame. It probably had something to do with the exhaustion and pain on both women's faces, as well as the sheer amount of time they'd spent trying to crush one another. I watched, seemingly unblinking, as they ground each other. After what was probably only a few moments, I heard Christy's voice.
"I'm going to flatten you Darla. I'm going to crush your nipples, then your tits. Then I'm going to ride your face." Darla grinned as she pushed forward, causing Christy's conical breasts to round out for a moment. Christy winced as Darla returned the comment.
"Just for that, little whore, you're going to lick my pussy so much tonight, you'll forget you like cock. Tenderizing your tits is just my way to get there." And Darla pushed forward again and again. I think both the girls watching from the living room and me watching from my extra room saw Christy's hands fall before anything else and realized that she was in trouble. My belief was confirmed when Christy's head fell to Darla's shoulder and the latter simply pushed her backwards.
Christy's head lolled as Darla continued grinding. In coherent muttering started tumbling from the hostess's mouth as she felt Darla's impressively strong arms force her round tits into Christy's cone-shaped breasts. "Oh, yeah, Christy, there they go. Do you feel my tits breaking yours down? My powerful boobs crushing yours? The only reason I haven't stopped yet is because I can still feel the little remnants of your perky nipples on my thick tips. I'm going to obliterate them, and then you're going to eat my pussy until I'm satisfied. Right?"
Christy moaned, but didn't reply. Darla thrust again, pushing her tits into Christy's. The resulting groan was load, and the girls gasped as they witnessed Christy's tits break. Darla's round breasts overwhelmed her rival's, and Christy finally muttered "Stop!"
"No, no, bitch. First you tell me what's going to happen," Darla said, cruelly.
"Okay, just please stop crushing my tits," Christy sobbed. Darla pulled away. Christy's tits were red, and a bit swollen, and hung lower on her chest than they had when the contest had begun. Darla's by comparison were simply red. The victory was without question. "Go on," Darla prompted.
Tears streaming down her face, Christy looked at her beaten tits. "You're going to flatten my nipples, then I'm going to suck your pussy until you tell me to stop." Darla cackled and some of the other girls looked shocked, but none of them stepped in to stop the contest.
"Damn right. Whose got better tits, bitch?"
"You do, Darla. You have amazing tits, and great nipples." Darla lined her 'great' nipples up with Christy and pushed Christy's inwards, into the areola. Christy bit her lower lip as her nipples disappeared. I stifled a grunt of lust as I watched Christy's perky breasts simply melt away beneath Darla's as the latter proved her dominance.
"Watch those fucking nipples, bitch. Watch them just disappear." Christy obeyed, watching as her nipples were crushed. I'd never seen anyone so thoroughly defeated and was amazed to see the mental and psychological defeat were as damaging to the woman losing, even (or especially) when the physical stakes got that high. And for some reason I was absolutely as turned on as I'd ever been.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, Christy's nipples refused to appear, utterly destroyed. Darla pulled away the final time, and laughed derisively. The girls watched in awe as their hostess's nipples seemed gone, completely flaccid bumps on her areolae. Christy began gently massaging them, perhaps because of the pain, or because she wanted to bring some life back into the tenderized buds.
"Come on to your bedroom, whore," Darla whispered. "I want to be comfortable when you make me come." Darla grabbed Christy's wrist, though the blonde seemed so beaten that I imagined she would have just followed her to the bed on her own. I quickly ducked behind the door, hoping no one had seen me. I heard Darla and Christy shuffle past, and when the two opponents shuffled past, and seemed safely out of earshot, I heard a familiar voice.
"Have you ever seen anything like that?" Nikki, the girl that Tiffany had beaten the prior week, asked.
"Yeah, Darla's a bit rough, but Christy wanted to take her on," Tiffany's voice flitted over the crowd. "Are we up for another contest tonight?"
"I just wanna titfight," a small voice said. "I won't have to eat the winner's pussy will I?" The girls laughed, and I could hear that warm smile in Tiffany's voice.
"No, Kara. Darla's our special case; she only fights if the other person agrees to up the stakes." As if on cue, a muted yell of pleasure floated down from the stairs.
"Damn, Christy's fast." The girl that had been identified as Kelly spoke for the first time her choice in the titfight had gone down. There was some nervous laughter, but apparently a choice had been made, because people stopped talking. I peeked around to see a shorter, chubbier woman standing in the archway, as she slowly removed her bra. When the cups fell away, two huge, pale, hanging breasts, pink nipples pointing out, fell to her chest. The curly brunette cupped both of her massive jugs, and I watched with teenage lust as the heavy breasts simply fell over her small hands.
"I want Tiffany," the girl said. I couldn't believe my luck. I was going to get to see four massive breasts collide again. And part of me wondered what would be better: Tiffany winning, or watching her too perfect orbs consumed by these too-big tits. I felt my cock drooling as Tiffany moved into place, her mythical bust already exposed.
"Ok, Kara. Since it's your first time, just remember: No hands on tits for this one. Just breast or nipple. And don't expect me or anyone else you challenge to take it easy. It's a competition. We still on?"
"Yeah," Kara said, licking her pale lips. "I'm ready."
