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Best Friend's Sister, Part Three (Titfight Story)

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Best Friend's Sister, Part Three (Titfight Story)
« on: July 04, 2018, 12:22:20 PM »
"Well," Tiffany asked, "did we want to go nipples first, or do you want me to crush your titties and just get it over with?" Kara looked nervous for a second, but steeled her jaw and went to work on pulling her nipples. As she worked her nipples over, she pulled her tits away from her chest, letting them drop each time with a thud. Kara's large tits jiggled delightfully as she worked her nipples over with the seeming desire to make them hard and ready. Tiffany seemed content to let her own nipples harden with the cool air and arousal as she watched Kara work her big, floppy tits over.

"Ready," Kara said her face set, but her voice shaking. Tiffany smiled at her and nodded, and lined up her impressive nipples to Kara's. Kara had longer thinner nipples, it seemed, though Tiffany's looked stronger because of their more compact form. Kara licked her lips and s they both nodded, Kara pushed forward, her hard nipples sliding past Tiffany's and into the latter's areolae. Tiffany groaned as the stiff peak lanced her sensitive flesh, and as she pushed forward, winced at the discomfort. But her own nipples eventually hit Kara's at the base, and the heavier woman grunted and winced as she felt the strong tip burrow into her. Both women tried to alter the nipple contest to their advantage, their stiff, rubbery peaks spearing and grinding as they alternated methods. As Kara would spear Tiffany's large areola, Tiffany would twist her torso, pushing the longer nipples aside at the base until Kara followed the push and thrust forward.

The two women ground their nipples together for a while, shifting back and forth while the flesh of their meaty tits shook and rippled from the effort. As I watched, Kara began grunting a bit more heavily, and she thrust forward repeatedly, obviously hoping to end the nipple fight quickly in her favor. Tiffany didn't seem inclined to end it, and was able to ignore the blows as most of them, in their wild thrusts, glanced off her dense breast, rather than the more sensitive nipple and areola. When Tiffany landed a blow, though, she kept it up, following Kara's breasts with her own as Kara attempted to escape, scraping and grinding her own nipples into Kara's long tips.

I still give Kara credit for holding out as long as she did, but as Tiffany turned up the intensity, it was easy to see who had the best nipples. Kara's nipples began bending, twisting, and generally softening as Tiffany pushed her nipples further and further along Kara's bigger tits. Kara's winces became grimacing as she felt those powerful buds on Tiff's big tits grind hers down. Tiffany felt Kara stop moving, but without the submission, it seemed she wasn't going to stop. Kara's arms fell to her side as she felt her nipples now pushed into her areolae, grunting as Tiffany completely destroyed her nipples.

"I give," Kara said sullenly. Tiffany immediately pulled away, and Kara's soft nipples poked back out, a pathetic shadow of their former impressiveness. Tiffany rubbed her own sore spikes gently and they both decided to take five minutes to recover for the titfight. For all intents and purposes, the party continued, save that Kara and Tiffany remained topless, and occasionally would rub their sore tits for comfort. But the conversations were about classes, cars, some professors that were really cute. Alas, there was no conversation about a younger brother's friend.

Even my cock slowed it's rampaging (though it didn't really soften) as the conversations were rather dull. Then a voice from inside the room, whose origins I couldn't see, called "Time." The conversations ended, and Tiffany and Kara returned to the center of the floor.

Kara's tits seemed bigger, but the way they hung on her chest and jiggled when she moved made them seem to my untrained eye that they were less firm than Tiffany's high, proud orbs. Tiffany's round tits were a bit red from the nipple fight, but still sat high on her chest, her firmness apparent with the comparitive lack of jiggling. Tiffany's nipples were still hard, focused nubs, while Kara's looked as though, well, they'd gotten the crap kicked out of them. The surrounding are a was red and her nipples protruded enough to let one know they existed, but that was about it. As they lined their tits up, I felt my cock lurch. I again thought about pulling it out, but realized that I might miss out on watching Tiffany's tits, or more practically, get caught and arrested for breaking and entering and generally being a pervert.

So I watched as they lined their breasts up. Kara's breasts didn't put Tiffany's to shame by any stretch, but they were noticeably bigger, hanging on her chest heavily. Tiffany's sat higher on her chest, seemingly unfazed by their size as they just barely sagged. Kara's fell to the bottom of her ribcage, and I wondered if, like in the nipple fight, her tits would be overmatched by Tiffany's firmer looking pair.

After both women nodded, Kara thrust upward quickly, her tits becoming two wrecking balls as they plowed into Tiffany's breasts. Tiffany staggered back, seemingly caught off guard by the force of the blow. Tiffany's tits distended around Kara's orbs but returned to their perky shape until the next blow, when Kara launched from the side. Tiffany was pushed back again as Kara's tits landed with a solid thud, pleasingly losing their shape en route to smacking Tiffany's pair around again. Tiffany's winced again as she felt Kara land yet another blow against her quickly reddening breasts. The mousy looking Kara, I noticed, was becoming a very tough opponent very quickly.

Tiffany thrust forward and was able to force Kara back a step but the counter attack from Kara, from the right side, landed with a smack that caused all the girls to go "Oooh," as Tiffany rolled her head back. Kara pulled back and then landed a crushing blow from the top that planted her tits firmly onto Tiffany's. Tiffany fell to one knee as the crowd gasped. While Tiffany's tits recovered each time, it was apparent they were taking one of their harshest beatings, and to date, Tiffany had yet to score a telling blow. Kara's breasts seemed pink, but otherwise unaffected as she continued trying to dismantle my best friend's sister.

Kara followed Tiffany to the ground, dropping her tits onto the high-set pair below her. Tiffany's tits were pushed down as both her knees made contact with the ground. Kara squatted, and swung her heavy breasts to the left, where the resulting smack elicted a groan from the kneeling woman. As Kara readied herself for a major blow, Tiffany shot up, displaying some impressive athleticism as she jumped from her knees and her breasts thudded into Kara's without warning. In the squatting position, Kara was off balance, and even as her tits flew up towards her face, she fell back. Tiffany fell forward, and pinned Kara's arms above her head. I was amazed that neither girl had spoken, and surprised that Kara said nothing as Tiffany lined her pert breasts up with Kara's larger pair. Tiffany silently lowered her tits onto Kara's, and the latter bit her lip as she felt the still-firm breasts of her rival begin sinking into her own.

Kara knew that she was now in the position she'd needed to avoid, and I realized it as Tiffany slowly began moving her torso back and forth, pushing her breasts into Kara's as the larger breasts molded around her firm boobs. Both women looked each other in the eye as Tiffany's tits began pushing Kara's around. Kara held her gaze to Tiffany's as the larger breasts were shoved to the side by the smaller, firmer pair in a subtle show of dominance. The corners of Tiffany's mouth turned to a grin as Kara's breathing began to get a bit more labored.

"I'm gonna smash your titties now Kara," Tiffany said softly, but loud enough that I could hear it. Tiffany slowly lifted herself, and dropped her tits onto Kara's, pushing the larger pair down and to the side. As Kara's breasts slid away from her sternum, the weight pulling the heavy breasts to the side, Tiffany changed tactics, lowering her right breast to Kara's left and thrusting down with her weight. Kara's left tit expanded at the side as Tiffany's breast retained its shape. Kara moaned as her breast pancaked. "Wow, I just flattened your left boob, Kara. Can I do it again?" Tiffany didn't wait for a response, but instead dropped her right breast again. Kara winced as her breast was forced outward again, spilling under from what was now obviously the more powerful tit.

The other girls were watching quietly as Tiffany pushed her left tit into Kara's right and repeated the process, Kara's flesh yielding easily and spreading like displaced water. Kara's tits were now spread further across her chest than Tiffany's, so she went after each one at a time, slowly grinding Kara's. After what seemed like an eternity, Kara must have conceded, because Tiffany stood and smiled. The beaten pair of breasts wobbled as Kara slowly sat up and looked to Tiffany with concern.

"First, you have to tell me my tits are better," Tiffany said, explaining the rules as they went along.

"They are," Kara agreed. "You have better tits than me." 

"And usually, you'll have to suck the winner's titties, but I want to change that up. Can you suck on your own nipple?" Kara looked mortified, but my hand immediately went to my pants. "Because I'm going to have you put on a show for the girls with those big titties, girl." Kara looked for a moment as though she'd stand and run out, but slowly her hands encircled her floppy left tit. 

"I can suck it," Kara sighed, accepting her defeat. The girls nodded their encouragement as Kara's soft left nipple and limp breastflesh entered her mouth. Then the girls cheered as Tiffany raised her arms, her heavy breasts shaking from the movement.

Tiffany caught my eye with hers and licked her lips as she forced Kara's humiliation. I stifled a groan as I watched Kara switch to the right breast, this time her tongue playing at the lifeless tip before she surrounded her beaten breast with her lips. Several of the girls let their hands drop to their respective bottoms, lightly toying with themselves as Kara sucked and sucked.

I don't know how long the show went on, but Tiffany finally ended it by hugging Kara and getting everyone in agreement that they'd been up far too late. I waited patiently for the light to go off, and as I sat, rethought everything I'd seen, from Darla's humiliation of the hostess to Tiffany's fight with the bigger titted Kara. I was shaken from my reverie as the living room lights went dark. I stood up and crept around the door, only to find Tiffany, wearing a robe. We both stepped back quickly, and somehow managed not to scream. Tiffany smiled as if she was going to laugh, but managed to hold that back as well, and led me to the sliding glass door in the kitchen. I noticed she had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and grinned in understanding. She slid the door back silently. We walked to the table without saying a word, and Tiffany sat on it. I joined her in the near pitch black night.

"So, did you have fun?" Tiffany asked. I swallowed, nodding. Then, realizing that it was dark, I managed a throaty "yes."

Tiffany laughed. "Good. Thanks for coming by. It was fun, knowing someone was watching."

"How are you feeling?" I asked.
 
"Sore," came the voice from the darkness. I realized I couldn't see her well at all, just a vague shape next to me. "And kinda hot. I almost made Kara eat me out," her voice whispered, husky and deep.

"Fuck," I whispered, unable to help myself. Tiffany didn't say anything, but I suddenly felt a hand at my pants. I jerked instinctively, trying to pull away, but Tiffany insistently pulled at my fly and I felt her hand on my covered cock.

"You're hard again. Did you like watching me crush Kara's tits?" she asked, even as I felt the cool night air hit my cock. She was very good at getting it out, I half-realized.

"Yeah," I said, surprised that I was able to get that out. Her hand circled my cock and stroked it ridiculously slowly. My hand, seemingly of its own accord, gently filled itself with Tiffany's sore breast. Tiffany groaned.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered. "You like my firm tit?" I grunted in the affirmative and felt her hand speed up. After what I'd witnessed and the sheer fact that my hand was full of a breast I'd lusted after for nearly four years, I didn't last long. I fought the urge to cry out, and felt my cock explode, shooting a load that had to at least hit her forearm. Despite that, Tiffany didn't let go, stroking stream after stream out of me.

I gasped as I came down from the thrill of her touch, shaking as I felt her giving me what were now cursory strokes, almost like an obligatory wave to me for my help. She let my softening cock fall as I heard her shake her hand, probably to remove my cum.

"Thanks," I whispered.

I could hear the smile in her voice. "Any time," she whispered.

"You'll jack me off any time?" I asked, hoping to break the tension with a lame joke. Tiffany surprised me again.

"If I win, yeah. See you next week at Darla's." She'd already gone in the house and closed the door before I realized I'd forgotten to ask what would happen if she lost.