Amanda left after breakfast, and Tiffany jumped in the shower. She came out wearing her panties and drying her hair. When she saw my face she nodded.
"I'll give you some space," she told me as she gathered her things. I shook my head.
"We're going to talk, I think," I said. Tiff sighed and sat on the bed.
"I'm not blaming you at all for how I feel about this," I started, "and don't get offended by my saying it. I had a lot of fun last night."
"I know. You make the cutest faces when you finish," she said. I couldn't help but smile, and I kissed her on the cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"It was a big step; I figured if I showed you how much fun we were having, you'd think it was okay," she told me. "You seem really uptight about that sort of thing," she said. "And you've loosened up a lot, but I like taking the spoils of my victories. And I like sharing them with you," she added. "And yeah, last night was way different, because Amanda was more... willing. But she's still the sort of spoils of war."
I took in everything she said. I looked at her. "What about her as a person?" I asked. Tiffany smiled, confused.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, do you know why she's doing this? Are we taking advantage of her?" Tiffany chuckled. I felt my face flush and Tiffany stopped laughing.
"I'm not laughing at you baby, I'm sorry," she said. "You don't know her well, and I have to remember that. Amanda and I have gotten sort of close. When she pulled the stuff at the fight in the sorority, I realized that she was a smart girl, so we've been hanging out a lot."
Tiff stood up and bent over. Despite myself, I looked at her tits as they fell away from her chest. She flung her had back up, wrapped in the towel to finish drying her hair. Then she straddled me, and kissed my neck. "I've been grooming her a bit, Jon. And yeah, we've gotten close. She's had a rough go in her first year, and a lot of her sisters aren't necessarily fond of her. She made a big power play, and even as a pledge drew a lot of attention. She's got a few girls that don't like her. She's a freshman girl, and she likes experimenting. And she likes you." She kissed my neck again, and I felt my hands slowly reaching up toward her breasts. She pulled back, but not away. I let my hands rest just above her hips as I held her.
"Amanda and I are very similar, Jon. We both get what we want. Unless something is in the way. The reason I didn't tell you is that you don't like things that sound mean; and I admit, dominating and using Amanda sounds mean. Did you see her this morning? Did she have to wake you up like that?" I shrugged.
"It's not really using her if she says yes. She willingly is living up to the stakes. I'd have probably let her go after initiation if she didn't want me hanging over her head. Her idea showed me she's enjoying this. Probably because it's safe," Tiffany finished.
"Safe?" I asked.
"Because it's under my rules, Jon. She doesn't have to wonder if she's a slut, or if she's wrong, or anything. She can have fun." I looked up at her. "She's still in college. Do you think this is going to keep her from becoming a mom or wife if she wants to?" I again looked confused.
"I think one of the reasons I love you is that you are so innocent. Amanda's a stable, smart, strong young woman. She's not doing this because she hates herself. She's curious, and wants to have fun. She didn't start titfighting because she doesn't think she's worth anything; she does it because she's competitive and wants to be in the thick of things. Why do you think I started titfighting, Jon?"
"You knew you'd win," I said. Tiffany laughed and kissed me.
"How'd you know?" she asked, still laughing. "You okay?" I nodded.
"Are you going to be terribly angry if I ask you for a favor?" she asked.
"No," I said, my tone cautious.
"Good. All this sitting on your lap has brought to mind some of our activities last night," she said, kissing my neck again. She leaned forward, pushing me back on the bed.
A few hours after Tiff had left, I'd almost finished cleaning when I got a text.
"Mom and Dad's house week after Thanksgiving. Saturday 5 p.m. Please mark calendar. Also, fights next week. I'll give details when you call. Love u."
I grinned, and looked around my apartment. I suddenly felt the need to get out, so I grabbed some books and went to the library.
Despite the strange nights I'd had recently, I got most of my studying done, and actually finished a big project. I called Tiffany as I left the library.
"Hey," she answered.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Good. I guess you wanted the details about the fight?" I grinned.
"Yes," I told her, "talking to you had nothing to do with it." She laughed.
"Ok. Gloria agreed to the stakes on Wednesday night, and the fights are Friday starting at 5:00. We've got three lined up. They haven't quite decided who's fighting yet. Are you going to make it?"
"I'll be there," I told her.
"Good! Hope your week goes well, baby," she said. "Love you."
"Good luck, Tiff. Love you, too."
We spoke on and off for the next week, and even were able to sneak lunch in on campus, but both of us, apologetic as we were, were busy. I'd taken way too many professors that wanted writing, and was buried under stacks of books, notes, and papers at home. Tiffany was getting ready for both the end of the semester party and initiation, to say nothing of her own hefty amount of school work.
Wednesday came around, and Tiffany arrived early with Amanda. Giggling, both girls kissed me on one cheek before pulling away and laughing at my surprised face. I sighed as they pulled away, and Tiff looked at me.
"Don't pout, Jon. You've got two nubile hotties kissing you," she noted, sticking her tongue out. She kissed me gently, and grinned. Amanda giggled again. I shook my head, but took their coats and grabbed them both a glass of water.
"So what do you have planned for Gloria?" I asked. Tiffany's eyes sparkled, and she grinned.
"Oh, don't bother," Amanda said, shaking her head. "I've been asking the whole way over here."
"I like surprises," Tiffany said. Both Amanda and I rolled our eyes. We chatted about school for a bit, and I listened to some mundane dating gossip from the sorority. The knock on the door, even expected, caused the three of us to jump a bit.
I opened the door and Gloria stalked in, her face angry. Her boyfriend followed, eyes narrow.
"He's here to keep Jon's hands off me," Gloria told Tiffany. I looked at him, and saw his jaw tense.
"I'm good if he's good," the large man said, pointing at me. I'd never really been in a fight, and certainly didn't want to start with Lurch.
"You'll be completely bored," I assured him. He nodded, and I motioned for him to sit.
"I'm good," he said. I bit my tongue to avoid the joke about vocabulary, and went to get water for the girls. By the time I came back, Tiffany had stripped Gloria to her bra.
"Give us a good shake, Gloria," Tiffany asked. As combative as the blonde had been, she was compliant in paying her debts. Gloria's sizable boobs shook and trembled in her bra, flesh jiggling and bouncing over the top of the bra. She leaned forward, swinging them as much as the restrictive lingerie would allow. We all watched as the blonde humiliated herself, shaking her big jugs for an audience. I saw Amanda's mouth turn up at the corners just slightly, and even Gloria's hulking boyfriend was hypnotized by his girlfriend's shaking breasts.
"Look at those loser tits flop," Tiffany said. "Thanks Gloria. Lose the bra." Gloria glared at Tiffany, but said nothing as she slid her hands behind her. I saw her boobs droop as the garment slipped down, loving how they shifted.
"So soft," I whispered. Amanda must have heard me.
I felt Amanda's breath on my ear. "That's why Tiff's big boobs beat them, Jon." I grunted, and looked back to the spectacle going on. Tiffany moved behind Gloria and whispered something in her ear. The blonde stopped shaking her hanging jugs, standing up straight.
"Yeah, we can end it," Gloria promised, though her expectation of the event's end seemed a bit foreboding to her.
"Good. Now, tell our audience what you told me you were going to do to me, Gloria," Tiffany ordered. The blonde closed her eyes and sighed.
"I told you I was going to feed you your tits," Gloria said.
"And how did that go?" Tiffany asked. Gloria glared at Tiffany while she spoke.
"You crushed my tits with your firmer pair, Tiffany. Your tits beat mine into submission," Gloria said, sighing. I even saw her boyfriend shake his head.
"And what do you think is going to happen now, Gloria?" Tiffany asked.
"You're going to feed me my own tits," Gloria said, her voice cracking. Tiffany moved behind Gloria, hefting each of the blonde's sizable breasts in her hands and gently shaking them.
"Abso-fucking-lutely right," Tiffany said, pushing Gloria's left breast up. Gloria leaned over, apparently wanting to end the embarrassment as soon as possible. Between them, they were able to push the breast up, and Gloria's tongue began flicking her nipple. Her lips just touched it, pursing and extending. Tiffany watched as Gloria lightly kissed her tip. Tiffany laughed and reached for the other breast, but Gloria's boyfriend had moved closer, and stepped forward to grab Tiffany's wrist.
"That's enough, bitch," he said.
My response was apparently immediate and fast, and I still have no recollection of the moment. All I remember is looking down and seeing him on the ground, saying in what Tiffany long described "a quiet, even" tone, "If you touch her again, you won't get up next time."
The party broke up immediately, as Gloria ushered her boyfriend out quickly. I was standing at the door long after it closed, and when I turned, Tiffany's face was masked with shock.
"You okay?" she asked. I shrugged.
"I was more worried about you," I said.
"I gathered," she said. "Sit down, baby," she whispered. I remembered Amanda was there and looked to her.
"Why don't you go ahead back, Amanda," Tiffany said. Amanda nodded. As the blonde left, Tiffany looked at me.
"That was scary," she whispered after a few minutes of silence.
"I'm sorry," I told her, upset that I'd frightened her.
"I've never seen you so angry," she said, softer this time.
"He shouldn't have touched you," I said, thinking of the only thing that could have justified the violence towards him. Tiffany nodded.
"I know," Tiffany said. "And thank you," she added with a shaky smile. "Can I ask you something?" she asked.
I nodded, obviously still a bit stunned.
"Did it feel good?" The question surprised me. I hadn't really thought about it, but being able to knock him down was a bit of a surprise, and as I looked at Tiffany I saw her desire to know.
"I don't really know," I said honestly. "I just remember one minute he was touching you, and the next he was getting up." Tiffany smiled gently.
"Did it feel as good as this?" she asked, leaning in to kiss me gently. Soon her passion grew and I pulled away to catch a breath.
I recognized the look of lust on her face instantly, and Tiffany slipped off her shirt, still staring at me with her breasts heaving in her bra.
I didn't say anything as Tiffany reached behind her and I heard the snap of her bra coming loose. She shrugged it off her shoulders. Tiffany could see that I was still surprised at how perfect her breasts were; she let herself smile as I stared.
"You know how you get all hot and bothered when you watch me titfight?" Tiffany asked. I nodded.
"Now I know, too," she whispered. She pushed herself into me, and we barely made it to the couch before I fell down.
When I woke up, Tiffany was already out of bed, and when I walked into the kitchen, she was gathering some of her things. She was still topless, though, and I reached behind her to cup her heavy boobs. Tiffany stopped picking up her things and turned around.
She gently put my hands back onto her breasts and nodded.
"Go ahead," she said softly. I gently squeezed her firm breasts, pushing them together slightly. Tiffany's eyes glanced down to watch her own flesh shake and shiver under my hands. I let my hands linger, pulling gently at her nipples while she tried to make as little noise as possible. I spent some time fondling her, and Tiffany never made a move to pull away. When I slid my hands lower, I noticed the time.
"You have class; I should let you go," I told her.
"Are you done?" she asked softly. I was confused. Tiffany smiled, a gentle curve of her mouth that made my heart rate pickup. Apparently, Tiffany knew that I hadn't quite gotten her gist.
"With me. Are you done with me, or is there more you'd like?" I swallowed hard. Tiffany let a little chuckle escape. "Nice to know I can still surprise you. C'mon, Jon. You know I'd skip classes if you wanted. I'd suggest sitting on the couch if you want to keep playing with my tits, though." I swallowed, this time out of lust. She'd given me more power, more control. While I wanted to be the good boyfriend and let her go to class, I knew that I needed Tiffany more.
I led her to the couch and she grinned. "I guess I'm staying home today," she noted, before we fell against the couch together.
We showered after a lengthy interlude, and Tiffany laid back down on the couch. "I wish I could just sleep here," she muttered.
"You can," I told her.
"Two reasons I can't, stud. The first is that I've got some stuff at the house to deal with, and the second is I don't sleep much when I'm here. I find other things to do," she said. She winked at me, and I grinned back. "But thanks for the lovely time this morning. I'll see you later this week?" I nodded.
I got ready for work after Tiffany left and made it to my father's store in time to see him lugging a couple of heavy boxes. I grabbed them and moved them into the work room. When I came back, my dad was looking at me strangely.
"When'd you get that strong, boy?" he asked. I grinned at him.
"It's like Conan, dad," I told him. "You make that guy push that pole around long enough, he gets pretty big." My dad chuckled and patted me on the back.
"Well, I guess as you're not cutting of anyone's head, I'll chalk that up to good parenting on my part." I laughed and we both went into the store. I worked a long day, getting home much later than usual. I hadn't checked my phone (I had started leaving it in the car after I almost broke it by falling onto a hard box), so when I plopped down on the couch, I tapped the screen. I saw two messages. The first was from Tiffany. I opened it. "Miss u. Can't wait to see U this weekend. Fights are on. Gloria and boyfriend will be there."
I swallowed and nodded. It was a small circle. We were bound to meet again. I decided I'd apologize for hitting him if he was in a more gracious mood. I hadn't meant to do it, and he'd challenged me with the same. I shook my head to clear it, and checked the next message.
I grinned as I saw Amanda's bared breasts, each with a letter on it, just above her hardened nipple. The left one was a "J" and the right was a "T." I felt myself swallow, realizing what it had meant.
"Damn you, Tiff," I muttered, grinning as I thought about Amanda's participation in our love life. I realized that Tiffany was slowly picking away at all my objections to Amanda and others, and I found I paid less and less attention to those objections. I'd even thought about calling Tiff and asking if Amanda could come over to my apartment while she was gone. I knew that was dangerous territory, though.
I brushed the fantasy away, and stared at Amanda's tits again. They were gorgeous, and I couldn't help but remember them shaking, but my girlfriend had proven her tits better, decisively. I wondered if she and Amanda had been spending time together, and the thought sent me to my room.
I called Tiff later, wondering what she was up to.
"Sorority meeting for a few minutes, but I've got that biology stuff to catch up on," she reminded me. "I'd rather study anatomy, namely yours, but I also want to keep on top of studying," she said. I could hear the resignation in her voice, but decided to tease her.
"That's funny," I said. "I kinda wanted you on top of me." Tiffany laughed.
"Don't be a jerk. You'll probably get laid again this weekend. Maybe after fight night. Oh, I'll e-mail you the fight list in a few. I'm studying, so I'll say good night." We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. In moments, an e-mail flashed across my phone. I went to the computer in my room to bring it up.
"Fight Night: 7:30 p.m.
Connie vs. Amanda
Loni vs. Tanya
Sabrina vs Cassie"
I whistled despite myself. I made a note to myself to ask Tiffany about Connie vs. Amanda. The two girls she'd put in her place so severely that they did anything for her. Connie had Amanda by a good cup size, but I knew Amanda would fight hard. I wasn't confident I was going to remember to ask, though, and I also found myself wondering about Sabrina. The stakes that Tiffany had let me participate in were still vividly etched into my memory. Cassie, too, seemed to be a good fighter, and I imagined that the contest between the two was going to be impressive.
Friday, and another night of fights, I realized as my alarm blared. I wished as soon as I woke up that I had been able to sleep in. Waiting was going to be a pain all day.
It turned out I was wrong. My first two classes had pop quizzes, and my third class was canceled, so a few of the people in the class went to the library for a study group. We went out to lunch, and by the time I'd gotten to work, I couldn't believe the time had gone so quickly. I was also tired, but pushed through work. My dad was busy with a few people, so I was uninterrupted, and he was impressed when I finished.
"Hot date tonight?" he asked, grinning.
"Something like, yeah," I admitted.
"Well, I won't keep you from it. You really like Tiffany, don't you?" I grinned, nodding. "Good. If you screw this up, I'll probably kill you. You know that, right?"
"Awww, thanks Dad." He grinned.
"Get the hell out of here," he said, waving his head. "Oh, and would it kill you to come by and see your mother? She's missing you a bit." I nodded. "Why don't you bring Tiffany over for dinner?"
"Sure! Maybe after finals? When we all, you know, aren't going nuts." Dad grinned again.
"Sounds good. If you can make it home before then..." Dad didn't get to finish.
"I'll try to come by next week," I promised. He nodded and waved.
"Go away." I laughed and he turned back from the store, waving as I pulled away.
I showered and dressed, keeping it casual. By that time it was close, so I headed over to the sorority house.
There were quite a few girls in the lobby, and a cute brunette answered the door.
"Oh, you're Tiffany's guy, right? The one that knocked out Joe?" I tried to be polite.
"I didn't knock him out," I said. "We just got a bit heated, and I hit him."
"And you knocked him out."
"No, he just fell down," I told her. "What's your name?"
"It's Carly. And are you sure? I heard Joe was out and had to go to the hospital." I was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but she was filling every stereotype of sorority girl I had seen or heard.
"I was there. I hit him, he got up. We went away." I spoke slowly.
"Oh. Well, Gloria's pissed." She turned and walked away and I looked around. None of the other girls had heard, or if they had, they were pretending they hadn't. I didn't blame them. That hadn't been my favorite conversation, either.
Given that it was Friday, few girls noticed me walking toward Tiffany's room, and I recognized a few of the girls that did. One of them winked at me before her boyfriend leaned into kiss her neck, and I sped up, not wanting another altercation. Amanda answered the door in a ridiculously low cut shirt. I think she'd altered it, sending a jagged tear right between her full breasts.
"Oh. Hi," I said, staring at her cleavage. Tiffany laughed and Amanda's face fell.
"Damn," Amanda said.
"What?" I asked, completely out of the loop.
"Oh, Amanda said that you were too nice a guy to look at her cleavage in that shirt, and I told her that even nice guys will look at tits like hers when they're on display like that," Tiffany told me.
"Sorry Amanda," I said, closing the door behind me. I still gazed at her tits. Amanda laughed, sending ripples through the visible sides of her boobs. I refrained from grabbing her, knowing that she had a fight coming up.
"Oh, it's okay. Just means I have to serve you two a nice meal sometime. At your place," she added. She let the implication wash over me, and I swallowed.
"Well, I'm going to get ready," Amanda said. "See you two down there?"
We both nodded and Tiffany closed the door behind her.
"Hey, bab..." I didn't get to finish before Tiffany was on me, her lips meeting mine. I picked her up, gripping under her thighs and laying her down on the bed. As she reached for the snap of her bra, I shook my head.
"Leave it," I told her. She groaned, but did as I requested. I enjoyed watching her tits shake as we fucked, the edges of her firm breasts threatening to pop out. She came early, as wet as she'd been, and I pulled away. She breathed heavily for a moment, then wordlessly went to her dresser and pulled on some panties before sliding on her jeans.
"That was new," she said. "Did you..." I shook my head.
"I got what I wanted," I told her. She looked at me curiously. I leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"You came, you little slut. Just like I wanted you to." Tiffany gasped and looked at me, her mouth open.
"What the — " she began. I kissed her, cutting her off, and she melted into me.
"You ready?" I asked.
"Bra or no?" Tiffany asked breathless.
"Leave it on. I'll take it off when I'm ready." Tiffany let a small smile escape before she nodded, and I realized I'd hit home with the new approach. She slipped on her t-shirt and we walked downstairs. We talked about school and finals, and how hard Tiffany's classes were. I was going to bring up my own, but after hearing of her projects, I nodded and sympathized with her, realizing I had less to complain about.
By the time we got to the basement the room was packed. Dan and Connie were seated in the front row. We sat behind them, where there was a bit of room. As I walked past Connie, I stole a glance at her. Her big boobs were pushed against a tight-fitting black shirt, her nipples poking through in the cool, air-conditioned room. Neither of them seemed to notice my glance, for which I was grateful. Connie's big pale tits created a striking contrast with the dark shadows of the cleavage in the tight clothing.
As we sat down, Tiffany grinned at me knowingly.
"Get a good look?" she whispered softly enough so that just I would hear.
"Yes," I told her. I tapped her knee playfully. "You behave."
"I wasn't the one looking," she pointed out. I stuck my tongue out at her and she giggled.
From our seat, I was able to peruse the room well enough. Amanda had sat just beside Dan, her torn shirt showing the few guys in the room what they wanted to see. Well, two guys, I realized as I looked across the room. Sabrina, Gina, Gloria, Tanya and Gloria's boyfriend, whose name must have been Joe. There was no bruising that I could see, for which I was grateful.
We both shared a curt nod as I glanced over at Sabrina. Tiffany had let her off easy, as the black tanktop she was wearing revealed a healthy amount of cleavage and her thick tips poked through, but otherwise, she seemed a bit conservatively dressed, given what Tiff had done before. Her eyes met mine, and she smirked at me. I glanced at Tanya. The big boobed blonde was looking around, smiling and laughing, though every time her eyes met Amanda, the laughter quieted just a bit. I looked to Amanda, who was returning the stare with an icy one of her own. Cassie wandered in at that moment, and both blonde freshman girls glanced up to see her. Cassie grinned at Sabrina as she sauntered in, wearing almost nothing. She'd thrown on a bikini, and even the girls backing Sabrina eyed her toned, fit body with some envy. I could understand why.
Every part of the redhead's body was toned, from the sleek lines of her shoulders to the sculpted mass of her thighs. Sharp lines defined every muscle on her arm and in her calves. I found myself ogling her as she entered. I was not the only one; most of the girls were following her movement across center of the room. Her breasts even looked perkier than most, as though they had developed some muscle on their own. I noticed that she moved with ease. Her legs and arms didn't waste any motion, and she made no noise as she moved to our side of the room.
I watched her come to Tiffany's side and settle beside her. Her tits barely shook beneath her bikini, and Cassie's eyes caught mine. She winked to inform me she'd caught me staring. Tiffany whispered something to her and Cassie giggled. I assumed they were talking about me. As I turned away, I spotted Lonnie standing against the wall behind Sabrina's clique. She was distant, but smiling as she watched Cassie come in. She was wearing a demure t-shirt, though the thick points of her nipples were distinguishable as they pushed against the fabric. I turned back to Tiffany, who was obviously ready to say something.
"Well, we all know why we're here," Tiffany said, suddenly hushing the room.
"Fight night!" Gina shouted. The girls laughed. Tiffany grinned, nodding.
"Alright. This should be a nice, competitive evening. Whatever happens, let's not let things get out of hand." Tiffany glared at me, and Gloria thumped Joe on the shoulder. "Are we understood?" Everyone, including the guys, said "Yes," loudly.
"Amanda, Connie?" Tiffany asked, looking to the two blondes. "You two ready to start us off?" Both of Tiffany's victims stood, glancing at the other. Size wise, there was no contest, but Amanda had surprised me using her tits to hold up against many other pair. I wondered who would be the victor in the fight, and as both girls glanced at Tiffany, I began wondering what stakes were going to be involved.
Amanda lined up first, pulling her top up slowly so that her boobs distended, pulling up with the shirt before eventually beginning to slide. They fell to her chest and wobbled slightly before settling, her nipples pointing straight out. Connie's nipples were still poking through the black shirt and I shifted in my seat.
"I've flattened her," Tiffany reminded me. "I'd love to do it again, but Dan's pretty uptight about it." I grinned and nodded. She gestured to Amanda.
"Flattened her, too," Tiffany reminded me. "Almost want to do it again. You want to watch me take her on again?" I grinned again but said nothing. "Can't decide? Or do you like having her as a plaything?" Tiffany pushed. I felt myself flush, and Tiffany gasped a bit.
"Dirty boy," she purred. "Fine. We'll keep her," she said. When I looked at her face, she was biting her lip.
"You two ready to go yet, or what?" Tiffany shouted.
Connie pulled off her shirt, making sure Dan got to watch her big, heavy boobs drop. So did I, of course, but I could tell Dan liked it, and Connie seemed practiced. She shook her heavy tits gently and turned to face Amanda.
"I'm ready when you are, blondie," Connie said. Amanda flashed a wicked grin and nodded.
"Blondie? Seriously, Connie?" Amanda said an exaggerated sigh and eye roll. "You’re blonde too, Elsie the cow."
I was enjoying the back and forth between the Connie and Amanda, measuring how accurate Amanda's description of Connie was when Tiffany leaned in and whispered into my ear with a smirk.
"Blondes." Tiffany said with a superior tone then giggled.
I gave Tiffany a wink and caught Dan grinning as he watched the verbal exchange between his girlfriend and Amanda.
"Let's go, bitch," Connie said. "Better?" Amanda smiled, but both women strode forward. Soon Connie's bigger tits were lined up with Amanda's smaller breasts, and both women looked down.
"Guess I've got bigger tits," Connie said.
"Yeah. You know the bigger the tits the bigger the bimbo, Hooter girl." Amanda giggled as the other girls broke into laughter. "I’m surprised they found one of those little shirts big enough to fit over your udders."
"The girls have been teasing Connie about being a Hooter girl." Tiffany told me, though the grin on several of the girls' faces told me the same.
I laughed along with everyone else then glanced at Tiffany who had a smug smirk. "This should be good." Tiffany surmised then turned her attention back to the blondes standing tit to tit.
Connie almost snarled, rearing back, but before she could fire, Amanda stepped up and flung her smaller boobs into the busty blonde's chest. Amanda's breasts pushed inward, toward her own chest, as did Connie's and both girls took a deep breath at the impact. Amanda kept her tits in, sliding them over Connie's. I could tell that their nipples were going after each other as each girl would thrust forward, making her foe wince.
Their breasts mashed together, slipping and sliding over the other pair slowly as they tried to grind against each other. The room had gotten quiet, focused on a suddenly intense battle. Amanda and Connie both watched their respective chests shift and twist.
Connie's bigger boobs moved more, I noticed, slipping up and over Amanda's smaller tits, while Amanda's globes stayed more in the same position. Of course, I realized, there was more of Connie to move. Her flesh slid up more often than down, I noticed, and I wondered if Connie had intentionally decided to put the weight of her larger breasts on Amanda's.
Neither girl seemed eager to pull away. Amanda constantly moved her chest from side to side, forcing her smaller orbs to push into the side and underside of Connie's bigger rack. Connie's tits did shift more, but Amanda's boobs were pushed to the side and downward often. I caught only fleeting glimpses of both girls' erect nipples, each pair pointing straight out, thick and squat. Amanda's red tips were pushing forward, into the soft flesh of Connie's boobs, and Connie's turgid nips were doing the same to Amanda's tits.
Suddenly Connie leaned forward, pushing hard against Amanda. The smaller-chested blonde leaned back, then stepped back, trying to regain the leverage she had lost. Connie swung her tits this time, a quick strike from the left that slammed her left boob into Amanda's left as the latter tried to back away again. Amanda groaned as she felt Connie's larger boob slam into her smaller jug. The flesh of both tits rippled from the impact, but Amanda's face showed that she'd taken the worst of it. Still obviously stunned, she didn't even move out of the way as Connie swung back, fast enough that her tits distended into battering rams. Amanda's right tit waved this time, jiggling and wobbling as Connie's larger breast forced the flesh outward.
Amanda groaned and even some of the girls on Sabrina's side winced as Amanda took the wicked hit. Feeling the rhythm and momentum go in her favor, Connie reared back for another strike, only to find that Amanda took the break to slam forward. Amanda's tits jumped as she thrust her chest forward, landing a solid blow almost nipple to nipple. For a moment, it looked as though Amanda's tits burrowed into Connie's, but soon both pairs of breasts had returned, slightly wobbling, to their original shape. Amanda fired again, and Connie did not move fast enough to escape all of the attack. The strike pushed Amanda's right breast into the exterior side of Connie's left tit, poking it in. Amanda ground for just a moment before Connie twisted away, pulling her big boobs back.
Amanda lunged forward, and Connie slung her torso left, throwing a haymaker blow from her left breast into Amanda's left boob. Moving forward as she was, Amanda could not pull back in time, and the accuracy of Connie's blow surprised me. Amanda's boob was pushed toward her right breast amid the wobbling flesh between the two women. Amanda grunted, but pulled back, and narrowly avoided the next, quick twitch swing from Connie. The latter's big tits distended, becoming narrow, dense flesh that passed by Amanda's tits.
Amanda struck quickly, not rearing back, but slamming forward, pinning Connie's tits to the side for just a moment and twisting her shoulders quickly, grinding Connie's big tits. Connie groaned and Amanda kept up her attack for a few seconds before Connie reached out with her arms and shoved the smaller blonde away. Amanda took a few steps back, her mouth in a wicked smile.
"My little titties too much for those sacks?" Amanda said, her tone sharp with sarcasm. "Come here so I can finish them off," she hissed.
"Can't wait to see you try, you weak-titted slut," Connie fired back. Amanda stepped forward again, and both women brought their breasts forward at the same time. Both women groaned at the same time, too, as their tits rippled outward, waves of flesh moving from the source of impact.
"That one hurt," Tiffany said, shaking her head. "Ow."
The faces of the two competitors didn't seem to disagree, with each girl wincing mightily. Amanda and Connie both took a step back, drawing almost simultaneous slow breaths to help with the pain. Amanda moved first, slamming her tits from beneath. I wondered if she thought her smaller tits would be better at grinding away, but she was using them like fists.
Not that I could argue with the result. Connie groaned and stepped back, and Amanda followed her momentum, swinging her tits from the right so that her right breast slapped Connie's right tit with a loud, heavy smack. Connie's tit wobbled, and Amanda moved quickly, bringing her tits up from beneath. Another smack and both of Connie's dense tits shook, the impact causing them to quiver. I felt myself lurch as I watched my best friend's girl take another shot from Amanda, the latter's small tits seemingly bouncing Connie's bigger pair around.
Amanda thrust again, this time pulling straight back, and buried her tits as far as she could, wrapping her arms around Connie. Connie groaned, but instead of struggling to free herself, leaned backwards, pulling her own tits up. Amanda readjusted her feet so she didn't get pulled up, and in doing so, Connie's tits lifted up and over her own in the hug. When Connie leaned forward, Amanda groaned, the weight of Connie's heavier jugs bearing down on hers.
Amanda winced, but still had control with the hug, and she twisted at the hips. Connie groaned this time as Amanda sent her tits up and into Connie's rack. The smaller blonde kept up, twisting again and thrusting so that she was constantly pressuring Connie's chest with her own. Connie's boobs bent and shifted as Amanda began using her control more effectively. If Connie tried to lean back, Amanda's arms slid up and she pulled, causing both women to strain. That caused enough separation for Amanda to land hard jabs from her tits.
When Connie stepped forward, Amanda was ready again, slamming forward this time so that her tits met Connie's head on. Both women groaned, but the momentum did help Amanda's cause, as Connie winced and pushed her hands against Amanda's shoulders. With a sudden shove, Amanda's hold broke, and Connie stood, her breasts heaving as she tried to recover. Amanda regained her footing and leaped forward, shoving her tanned, still notably reddening tits before her. Connie had time to recover, however, and shot her own massive boobs upward, slamming into Amanda's pair. Both pair ballooned outward, and both women staggered back, each cupping their newly stricken breasts.
Amanda stopped rubbing her tits first, and took a step toward Connie. The latter pulled back, dropping her hands. Amanda smiled and shot forward, right into Connie's with a quick snap of her hips. Connie fired back, and her tits flew into Amanda's smaller pair, sending the smaller breasted girl a step back. Amanda's tits jiggled and wobbled on her chest as Connie stepped forward, launching another shot into Amanda's boobs. Connie's breasts splayed out at the point of impact, but Amanda's were pushed back just a bit, and the latter's groan was deep as she stepped back. Connie pushed forward, slamming upward so that her heavy jugs plowed over Amanda's. The smaller-breasted girl winced, but tightened her thighs and sprang forward, sending another uppercut into Connie's big boobs.
Connie pulled back immediately, rubbing the underside of her big breasts. I saw Dan leaning forward. The fight had been far more even than I had anticipated, I realized, and I can imagine Dan was feeling more intensity. I looked at Amanda, whose eyes were locked onto Connie. She had a strange focus in her face, and I looked at Tiffany for a moment. My girlfriend's eyes were also locked onto the struggle, her face impassive. I wondered whom she was betting on, but decided to let the fight play out.
I didn't wait long for it to resume. Dan's girlfriend took the fight to Amanda, hard and fast. Connie moved in quickly, slinging her big breasts to the right so that both of her heavy jugs slapped across Amanda's smaller pair. Amanda hissed, but fired her own shot, pushing straightforward into the base of Connie's left breast. Connie gasped, pulling her big jugs across her body, and in doing so pushed Amanda's tits with them. Both women were pushing and pulling against each other. Connie's left hand gripped Amanda's right wrist, while Amanda's right hand gripped Connie's left wrist.
Both girls pushed and pulled their boobs into and across the other, a contest I thought was evenly matched. The girls twisted and turned, their tits slapping and stretching against the other pair. I thought they'd call it a draw until I saw Connie's face turn into a wicked grin as she pulled away. Amanda gasped as the contact was broken and Connie fired a her large tits from the side. Amanda moved, but not quickly enough, and Connie's left breast slammed into Amanda's left tit. Amanda's flesh spilled out from impact, regaining some form, but not completely before Connie's big right boob slammed into her again. Amanda grunted, her breast wobbling, and she staggered back.
Just as she regained her footing, Connie slammed her big boobs forward, crushing Amanda's breasts beneath her own. Amanda grunted, and her eyes closed as Connie wrapped her arms around the smaller-titted blonde.
"Get off," Amanda hissed, but struggling, it was easy to see that Connie had her trapped. Amanda's tits were pushed inward as Connie tightened the grip, and Connie's were holding their shape, I realized sadly.
"Connie's got it," Tiffany said, her voice betraying no emotion. I knew it, and it looked like Connie did, too. Her grin was slight and smug, but it was there. She shoved her big tits further into the space between the two women, and Amanda's tits obliged, bending and pushing inward and spilling out.
Amanda's head lolled back, and I saw the fight leave her as her tits failed. Connie's big breasts pushed Amanda's boobs around, the latter wincing with every pass of the superior pair.
"I give," Amanda murmured, though I noticed she'd said it loudly enough for those gathered to hear. Connie loosened her grip but left Amanda trapped. Amanda's tits slowly slid downward, jiggling as they came to rest. Her nipples looked flaccid as Connie pulled away, and Connie demonstrated her dominance by bending them with her own stiff peaks.
Connie's nips bent and pushed Amanda's painfully while the smaller-breasted blonde groaned.
"Soft, weak, little titties, blondie," Connie whispered, and I was surprised at how aggressive she was. Connie gently pressed her larger boobs into Amanda's weaker pair. Unsurprisingly, Amanda's boobs melted away at contact, spreading slightly across her chest. "Who's got the better tits, Amanda?"
"You do, Connie," Amanda replied. When Connie left her tits, Amanda continued. "Your bigger, stronger boobs, pounded my chest, Connie. You have the better tits." It was true, I noted, as Connie gently sloshed Amanda's boobs around.
"On your knees," Connie ordered, again more clearly aggressive than I might have thought. Amanda did her duty, as I knew she would, and as Connie lowered her breast to Amanda's mouth, I saw Amanda's eyes close. She took the offered nipple and suckled gently. Connie cupped her tits and sighed as Amanda continued paying her debt. Connie switched nipples twice before standing and offering her hand. Amanda took it begrudgingly, and was instantly pulled into Connie's embrace once more. The larger breasts forced Amanda's back again, but Connie held the embrace only briefly. As they separated, Connie whispered into Amanda's ear, and the defeated woman nodded slowly.
Connie leaned down to begin gently kissing at Amanda's nipple. A few of the girls whispered something, but no one said anything. I looked to Tiffany, who was just as shocked as I was at the new turn of events. I refrained from asking what she was doing, knowing that Tiff probably didn't know, and wished for all the world that I could see Dan's face. Connie didn't seem to pay attention to the crowd around her, instead pulling Amanda's sore left breast, stretching them out from their tips. Then Connie moved to the exterior of Amanda's boob, sucking hard and forcing Amanda's eyes to close tightly. The beaten blonde whimpered as Connie let the gland free, the flesh slapping against Amanda's chest wetly.
"My first win, Amanda. You're my first win. And anyone who sees these beaten sacks will know it." Connie moved to the breast closest to our side of the room and repeated her marking. When she let Amanda's tit drop, we could see the harsh red mark rising on the side.
"She fucking marked her," Tiffany breathed, a strange combination of awe and disbelief in her voice. "Wow."
Connie stood in front of Amanda and pushed her bigger, firmer, better breasts into Amanda's, whose soft flesh simply spread, relinquishing their position with no hesitation. Amanda watched her tits break again, and groaned as Connie pulled away and cupped them. She began shaking them gently. "Yeah, I wish I could take these floppy tits as a trophy, but you'll drop off your bra?" Amanda nodded, groaning as her sore tits shook and wobbled. "If you want to see it, it'll have a place of honor: my first win, blondie." Connie shoved her impressive tits into Amanda's again and the wobbling flesh again splayed outward.
"Fine," Amanda said, obviously struggling to keep her composure. "I'll drop it off tonight." Connie grinned and turned towards Dan, bounding over the mat to her boyfriend and letting her big boobs bounce across her chest. I felt bad for Amanda, far worse than I would have for most. Tiffany shook her head, but shrugged as she stood up. Connie, meanwhile, was leaning into Dan, forcefully pushing her tits into his arm as she rested her head on his shoulder. I could almost see her smile from behind.
"Let's get Loni and Tanya set up, yeah?" she asked.
I knew that it was a rematch, that Loni had beaten Tanya's large, heavy jugs into submission in the last fight.
"How's it going tit-mush?" Loni asked, laughing as Tanya peeled off her shirt. Tanya's huge boobs spilled out of the tight fabric, and Loni nonchalantly shrugged off her own top to expose her heavy, round boobs. I took in Tanya's massive rack, wondering why these two were going at it again. Loni's win had been fairly impressive, and while Loni gave up at least a cup size, she obviously made up for it in aggression. Her predatory MO had been on display that day, as she used just one of her dense boobs to flatten Tanya.
Tanya's own breasts looked somehow higher, I realized, and I looked across her body to realize that she had been working out. She was nowhere near Cassie's level of fitness, but no one else was either. She had lost weight, and firmed up. Her breasts remained the same size, and I'm sure there were several jealous women watching the proceedings.
"Time to pay for that little mistake," Tanya quipped, and I focused on the faces of both women. The blonde bombshell was staring daggers at the brunette, who was grinning at the prospects of beating Tanya again. Tanya displayed no fear, however, stepping forward to challenge the brunette.
"No mistake there, dough-girl," she laughed, though I noticed Loni's eyes taking in Tanya's new physique. I felt a movement to the side of me. Amanda sat down, wrapped in a small blanket. She looked at me and gave a weak smile, then turned her attention to the fight's beginning.
I glanced at Tiffany who was looking with concern at Amanda. I almost stood so they could sit together, but Tiff shook her head slowly. I stopped rising and watched the fight.
Both girls were waiting for the other to move, stepping forward, then backward. Each pair of big breasts wobbled slightly as the women moved.
Loni, to no one's surprise, made the first real move, and Tanya made the most of her patience, stepping to the side so Loni's tits missed entirely. Loni regained her footing just in time to feel the smack of Tanya's left breast slapping against her right. The brunette grunted, pulling back to reset herself. Tanya followed through, however, and managed to push her big right tit against Loni's though it seemed more a light testing blow than a real strike.
The move pushed Loni back another step, and allowed Tanya to move forward more quickly, this time firing from the right and throwing her right breast against Loni's left tit. The two large glands smacked together, and Loni's eyes narrowed as she hissed through the pain. Tanya either felt less or ignored it instead rearing back for a more powerful strike.
Loni took advantage, grabbing at Tanya's shoulders. The blonde threw her hand up to prevent the grab, but left her breasts exposed. Loni's experience shone through as her heavy boobs careened into Tanya's unprotected orbs. Tanya's bigger boobs compressed at the point of impact, waving out from the center of her chest as Loni pushed inward. The brunette pulled out quickly and rammed forward again, slapping her smaller boobs against Tanya's bigger set.
Tanya grunted as Loni's attack forced her backward a half-step, but met the next blow head on. Both women groaned as the loud smack of flesh on flesh contact echoed through the room. Tanya moved first, sliding her tits across from left to right. Loni's boobs were pushed as the larger breasts made their away across the space between them. Loni grunted and reached down to attempt a hug, but Tanya's hands caught Loni's wrists. The two women struggled, keeping their big tits in contact, sliding and rubbing from one side to the other.
"Damn," Tiffany breathed. "Tanya seems to have improved." Loni pushed forward, trying to ease her tits into Tanya's, but the blonde slid her tits underneath Loni's and pushed up, forcing the latter's tits up. Tanya stepped forward suddenly, and Loni went on her tiptoes to try and ease the pressure. Tanya's mouth turned to a grin as she began gently bouncing her hips, sending Loni's big boobs up and down in a rhythmic slapping. Loni's boobs flattened at the bottom before bouncing up, landing against Tanya's big jugs each time. Loni groaned as her tits were pushed up over and over again.
Just as I wondered if Loni could escape, the brunette jumped. Her feet left the ground and everyone heard the half thud, half clap of Loni's heavy boobs slamming downward against Tanya's big breasts. Tiffany winced as she watched Tanya's big jugs seem to dent at the top, the flesh wobbling uncontrollably. Tanya fell to her knees from the impact, and Loni looked down with an angry grin.
"Stay on your knees, whore," she snapped. Loni grappled Tanya's shoulders and began pushing. Tanya winced as she felt Loni putting intense pressure on her. Loni's feet slid backwards slightly to add more leverage, letting her big tits hang away from her body. Tanya groaned as she struggled against Loni's weight and strength.
"Lie down so I can finish you, bitch," Loni hissed, the strain of the effort she was putting on Tanya evident in her voice. Tanya said nothing, but I saw her hands grip Loni's forearms, and suddenly, the blonde had one foot flat on the floor under her. Loni's arms began shaking as she struggled to maintain control, and Tanya yelled as she jumped up. Loni's exposed breasts flew upward, almost against her chest as Tanya's huge mammaries crashed into them, and Loni yelled out, holding onto Tanya for support. The blonde regained both feet and as she reached for Loni's waist, both women pulled the other to them. Their tits smashed together again, and both pair of breasts, now redder, gave more real estate between them. Both girls slowly slid their chests against the other, each grunting and gasping with each pass.
"Time to get payback," Tanya said as Loni winced, feeling her dense boobs under Tanya's once more. Loni thrust up in response, rather than side to side, and Tanya tightened her arms as she felt Loni's boobs push hers up. Tanya's jugs bounced slightly before falling down on her chest. Tanya responded by tightening her grip, cinching their boobs together even further. Loni rolled her shoulders to the right, trying to pull away, but Tanya followed, and soon the women were mirroring each other, their tits rubbing and pushing over and under.
Tanya pulled away first, and I wondered what she had planned until she threw a slight jab with her left breast. Her breast morphed around Loni's but the brunette still pushed against the pressure in obvious discomfort. Loni's arms tightened, and I was reminded of her power as the distance suddenly quickly grew between the two fighters. I felt Tiffany's hand on my thigh, gentle, but present and looked at her. She was watching the fight, and I gripped her fingers in mine. I felt a reassuring squeeze and turned my attention back to the fight.
Loni and Tanya were now pitting strength against strength. Both pairs of breasts were still in contact as Tanya stepped forward, and Loni stepped back to avoid the pressure. Sensing the advantage, Tanya struck, slinging her big jugs from the side and slamming them into Loni's boobs.
The blow caused Loni to release Tanya's shoulders, and the brunette stumbled backward. Tanya yelled and sprang forward, landing another solid blow with her heavy chest into Loni's wobbling breasts. Loni grunted and stepped back once more. Tanya stepped forward and Loni sprung, launching an attack from beneath. I was amazed at how much Tanya's heavy jugs flew upward, toward her face, and her long, drawn out groan was a testament to the force that Loni had put behind the blow.
Tanya staggered back, cupping her tits, the first sign that Loni had done damage. The brunette smelled blood, and judging from the reactions around the room, everyone knew it. Loni swung upward, pushing her heavy breasts out and up again, this time landing a glancing blow. The front end of Loni's breasts scraped over the front of Tanya's big tits and the blonde grunted. Tanya pulled back again and pushing forward with her chest.
Loni yelled out as their boobs collided, and Tanya moaned, her arms going to Loni's shoulders. Loni laughed as she felt the resistance, pushing against the pressure of Tanya's hands.
"Too much again, tit-mush?" Loni laughed. She pushed back once more and Tanya stepped back again. Loni reached up and grabbed Tanya's wrists, pulling them away from her shoulder and pulling them to her thighs. I was in shock at the turn and Loni grinned as she pushed forward, letting her tits push into Tanya's big jugs. The blonde's tits splashed outward across her chest as the Loni's heavy boobs slammed forward. Tanya's head lurched to the side as she fought the pain from the blow. "Fuck yeah," Loni breathed slamming forward once more. Tanya's breasts again wobbled intensely as Loni struck.
As Loni pulled back, I saw Tanya's legs tighten, and she sprang forward. Her big boobs slammed into Loni's as the brunette moved backwards. Loni's face was instantly changed, a mask of shock and pain. Her eyes widened as she felt Tanya's massive jugs slamming into her own, and immediately released the blonde's wrists. Tiffany squeezed my hand again and I looked to her. She let her eyes flicker down to my crotch, where I was raging and rolled her eyes. She patted my thigh with her free hand in forgiveness before we both looked back to the fight.
Loni was trying to push back at that point, as Tanya had not ceased her blows. She was alternating with major swings of her heavy breasts, each slinging movement distending her big boobs. Loni stumbled backward, and Tanya's arms reached out and pushed, clinging to the brunette's biceps and riding her to the ground. I don't know if Tanya had planned it, but the blonde's big tits landed right atop Loni's dense pair, crushing them in a major blow.
Loni wailed as her tits disappeared beneath Tanya's heavy pair, and I was actually worried until Tanya pulled up. Loni sighed as she felt the pressure removed, and Tanya's huge breasts swung threateningly.
"I'll end it if you surrender. Just the stakes in my new room." Loni shook her head, and Tanya lowered her tits so that her nipples were brushing Loni's tits. "It won't be gentle," Tanya snarled.
"Fuck you, tit-mush," Loni spat. Tanya didn't respond verbally. Instead, she simply dropped her big tits onto Loni's, forcing an immediate yell. She repeated the move, sending shockwaves through both pair, though it was obvious from the wobbling flesh of Loni's tits that she'd lost. Tanya knew it, and showed Loni, throwing the brunette's breasts up and over her chest with small thrusts of her superior tits.
"Liquid titties," Tanya squealed as she dominated Loni.
"Fuck, get off. You win," Loni said quickly. Tanya shifted up and dangled her big tits over Loni's mouth. I'd never seen Loni in the position, so I didn't know what kind of stakes Tanya had cooked up. Tiffany's win had taken place as a message to Sabrina, but Tanya was obviously out for some payback. I didn’t wait long to see Loni's mouth gently begin suckling on the winning left breast of the blonde. Tanya's mouth opened slightly as she felt Loni's mouth move over her solid flesh. Loni even gave everyone a bit of a show by gently shaking Tanya's hanging breast, forcing the boob left and right with her mouth. She obviously was doing Tanya's tit well, as the victor was holding her other breast and gently tweaking her nipple. Loni mumbled around the heavy boobs as Tanya switched. Loni reached up with her hand to hold and shake the freed breast and everyone watching heard Tanya grunt.
Tanya pulled away, standing over the beaten brunette and lightly pushed her toe into Loni's tit. The beaten flesh jiggled as Tanya played. "I'll want you in my room tomorrow morning," she said, loudly. She moved to her seat, and Loni shook her head, going to our side of the room and sitting on the front row.
"Casssie? Sabrina?" Tiffany said loudly. The gathered girls began whispering. I glanced at Amanda, whose face was sunken. Connie's win and the subsequent humiliation had taken its toll. She looked up at me, and smiled weakly. I returned the grin.
"Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose," she said, her voice trembling. I felt Tiffany pat my leg and we switched spots. Cassie had stood to leave in the other direction, and as I turned, her ass was just a foot from my face.
"Firm" was the only word springing into my head. Her ass looked amazing, and despite my not being an ass man per se, I would have challenged any man in that room not to reach out and touch it. Her skin looked smooth, delicate, and tanned, leaving me to wonder if she hit the booth or if she simply sunbathed nude. The curve of her shapely posterior started at the waist and sloped slightly upward and outward before coming together at the fabric of her bikini, just above her well-toned thighs. She sauntered towards the mat, and when I turned back, Tiffany was giggling. Even Amanda was covering her mouth. I felt my face go red.
"Dirty little boy," Tiffany said mockingly, just loud enough for me to hear. Amanda sputtered, and I decided I would jump in any holes that opened up spontaneously. A few of the girls around turned to see what was going on and gave me a strange, curious stare.
For all that, most eyes on our side of the mat were following the taut rear of the redhead as she strode toward Sabrina. Sabrina gave a withering look to my girlfriend as she reached down to pull up the black tanktop. I'd seen it before, but knew I wasn't going to be able to tear my eyes away. I watched Sabrina's big boobs drop as she eyed Cassie. Sabrina's round, firm tits bounced into view, gently jiggling as they settled from the impact. I took in every inch of the curve, loving that I was getting to see Sabrina's rack again. "I beat those big tits good, Jon," Tiffany whispered into my ear. "And then you fucked them." I gently turned to her, but she was leaning back already. I let my eyes wander back to Sabrina's chest. Her nipples were hard, pointing out from her chest and directly towards her opponent for the evening. She kept her attention on Cassie, ignoring the rest of the crowd as she took stock of her opponent.
The black-haired girl grinned as Cassie began to untie her bikini top. I swallowed as the redhead let the strings down, leaving the cups draped over her perky breasts. I knew that they were fir as I watched Cassie tug the bikini down.
By the time she'd finished, Cassie's thick nipples were hard, topping her high-sitting breasts. Her breasts looked slightly smaller than Sabrina's and Tiffany leaned into whisper. "She's lost a bit of weight from her workouts; her boobs have gotten just a bit smaller. Of course, you probably noticed that," Tiffany whispered. "Pervert," she added. I flicked her knee a bit and she stuck her tongue out at me.
"You two ready?" Tiffany suddenly said, her voice projecting from the seat to the edges of the room. Both Cassie and Sabrina nodded.
"Last fight of the night, ladies. Go for it," Tiffany said.
Cassie took the words to heart, and I realized how athletic the redhead was. She was fast, a blur, as she landed a solid blow with her perky boobs against Sabrina's.
"Ow!" Sabrina yelled. She reached out to grab at Cassie, but Cassie's hands snaked out and pulled at her wrists. Another slam forward sent Sabrina reeling, her tits wobbling delectably across her chest. Sabrina winced, her arms forced outward to allow Cassie another clear short. Cassie released her arms and stepped back, and I watched her eyes narrow as she circled Sabrina.
"Hit and run? Scared bitch," Sabrina hissed. Cassie stepped forward quickly, and Sabrina jumped back. It was a feint, designed to get Sabrina to move.
"You are," Cassie said, her tone one of agreement. A few of the girls laughed, and a dark look flashed across Sabrina's face.
"I'll get you for that," Sabrina said, the cool edge to her voice barely containing her rage.
"Moving like that," Cassie said, laughing. "I somehow doubt it." Sabrina sprang forward, slamming her tits from the side. Cassie dodged, but not in time to avoid Sabrina's big right breast. Sabrina's heavy orb crashed into Cassie's left tit, sending a shock of breastflesh upward and inward. Cassie grunted, but spun away leaving Sabrina to lurch forward. As the larger-busted woman regained her footing, Cassie struck, sending her left breast flying into Sabrina's right tit. I was amazed at the firmness of both breasts. Neither gave much, though the force of the blow certainly seemed to favor Cassie in the exchange, as Sabrina's big boob was pushed up momentarily. Cassie stepped back and reset quickly enough that the shot from her right breast slammed into Sabrina's left before the latter's other tit had finished shaking.
"Motherf---" another blow cut off Sabrina's curse, and soon Cassie had reached up to hold Sabrina's arms.
"I'm going to beat these tits off your chest, you harpy lol, harpy, really?…harpy. omg that was worth the read," Cassie spat. Sabrina groaned as Cassie's firm rack battered her own. Sabrina tried to match Cassie's quick twitches with her own hips, but only succeeded in leaving the sides of her tits open to Cassie's attack.
"Wow," I said. Tiffany didn't respond, but Cassie seemed to. She stopped her left-right motion and immediately dipped down to send an uppercut into Sabrina's tits. Sabrina moved forward, apparently misunderstanding Cassie's intent, and the redhead's blow landed a clean shot into the underside of Sabrina's big boobs. More wobbling flesh greeted my eyes as Sabrina gasped, her tits moving independently of each other.
Cassie grinned as she stepped back, breathing more heavily than she had been. Her nipples were so hard that they seemed to be almost quivering. "Enjoying your beatdown, Sabrina?" Cassie asked.
"Do I look beaten yet?" Sabrina asked, and instantly slammed forward. I saw Cassie's tits pushed back — hard— for a moment with the force of Sabrina's dense boobs, before regaining their shape. Cassie staggered, surprised and probably hurt from the big tits hammering hers. Sabrina followed up with a haymaker shot from the right. Cassie twisted, but still felt the sides of her left breast clipped by Sabrina's big right boob. The redhead winced and danced back, graceful and quick.
"Stay still so I can crush you," Sabrina snapped.
"Tempting offer, Goliath," Cassie replied. "But I'd rather just beat your tits down." Cassie sprang forward again, slamming another big blow into Sabrina's boobs. Both tits met at the tips, their nipples just missing as each breast flattened slightly at the point of impact. Sabrina's groan and Cassie's smile were the real indicators as to which pair had received the worst of the blow. Cassie slid backwards, more than stepped, keeping both her feet on the ground as she suddenly lurched to the side. Sabrina swung with all her might, and both women fell back after the smack of their tits filled the room. Cassie's firm boob flattened from the right, while Sabrina's tits shook and distended, both pair quivering as the girls stumbled away from the other.
"Ow!" Cassie shouted. Sabrina was too busy gritting her teeth to respond. Cassie recovered quickly, and attacked with a sprint forward. Sabrina moved, more quickly than I had thought given the daze, but managed to force a miss. I have no doubt Sabrina felt the air blowing by her tit as Cassie's tits swung by. The redhead rolled with it just slightly, taking an extra step. Unfortunately for the redhead Sabrina was fast enough, and grabbed her in a hug. She was able to trap Cassie's left arm, though Cassie's right was outside of the grip. Sabrina tightened immediately, and Cassie grunted as she felt her big tits meeting Sabrina's. Both women moaned, turning in circles.
I watched, waiting to see some advantage shift, but saw none as the girls continually turned. Cassie couldn't turn as much, but Sabrina, while holding on, couldn't contain the redhead completely. Cassie's natural athleticism and strength allowed her to slide side to side, and both women felt the other pair of breasts trying to take the fight. Cassie's pert, smaller breasts slid up and over, shifting slightly. While Sabrina's tits shifted more, she certainly had heavier breasts, and when Sabrina's rack came up to rest on top of the redhead's boobs, Cassie seemed the most uncomfortable.
Sabrina noticed, and did her best to ensure that her big boobs were resting atop Cassie's. Cassie fought the attempts by using her free arm to pull Sabrina's left shoulder down, ensuring that Cassie's smaller, firm tits were meeting point to point.
The hug went on for a while, with each of the girls pushing and shoving their breasts into and against the other's firm set. Sabrina's firm tits gave little, as did Cassie's, but watching their tissue bend and fold the opposing breasts. After several passes, Cassie's right arm came up and over Sabrina's left. She managed to snake it under and wrap her wrist around Sabrina's bicep. She pulled down, and Sabrina responded by shifting her arms down, making a move to trap Cassie's right arm in the hug.
I couldn't tell if Cassie had done it intentionally, but as Sabrina moved her arms down, Cassie was able to lift her right arm up, and Sabrina's left arm suddenly straightened out. The suddenness of Cassie's lift and the angle of the arm forced Sabrina to release the hold.
Cassie wasted no time, slamming Sabrina from the redhead's right. Sabrina's tits bounced in reaction, flying across her chest as Cassie dragged her own boobs across Sabrina's breasts. Sabrina grunted, twisting in time, and then shoving her chest to fight against Cassie's movements. Both pair of breasts, began to flatten as they met, compressing and shifting around each other. Both women seemed to be showing signs of weakening as their tits began to register the beating they had taken. Sabrina pulled back suddenly, and Cassie tried to follow, but her hand slipped, and Sabrina pounced, sliding her arm up and around Cassie's right bicep, trapping her.
"Now let's see what happens," Sabrina said, her breathing labored. Cassie snarled twisting violently, and before long, Sabrina was standing with her feet apart, fighting for leverage to contain the explosive redhead. Both women were sweating profusely, and Cassie managed to wiggle around enough that Sabrina's arms had fallen to her forearms.
Both women's breasts were shaking during the exchange, and Tiffany let her hand brush my crotch as she saw me stare. I gritted my teeth, but kept watching the fight, concentrating hard. Sabrina began twisting and rolling her shoulders gently, sending her tits wave by wave into Cassie's. Cassie's struggling began to slow, her hair falling between her eyes and Sabrina's face.
"Finally tired out, Cass?" Sabrina asked softly. "Can you feel me just pushing your firm, perky tits around now?" Sabrina gently pushed left, and I saw Cassie's right breast shoved outward. Cassie shoved forward, pushing hard, but Sabrina held her ground, and all I could see was Cassie's boob pushing further out. Cassie groaned and her arms slacked as Sabrina readjusted her grip. She picked the redhead up, and Cassie's shoulders fell forward limply. Sabrina dropped Cassie just slightly, letting the redhead's boobs drop into an uppercut from the black-haired woman.
"Oh, fuck," Cassie groaned. Sabrina repeated the move, and then simply released the redhead. Cassie slid to her knees, apparently spent from trying to escape the hold. Sabrina bent over, letting her boobs fall forward. I watched them dangle and swing as Sabrina taunted Cassie. Sabrina shifted so that her big tits hung in front of the redhead's face.
"What do you think of these tits now, Cass?" Cassie looked up, then grinned.
"Nice targets." From her knees, Cassie leaped up. Trying to avoid a headbutt, Sabrina stood quickly, sending her big boobs up and down. As soon as Sabrina turned, Cassie was on her, slamming her tits into the black-haired girl's orbs. A wet smack of sweaty skin and tissue again reverberated throughout the room as Cassie took the attack to Sabrina. A salvo of alternating blows pushed Sabrina back, and this time Cassie surrounded the larger-busted girl with her own arms.
"Let's see how you like hugs," Cassie said, her voice strained. Everyone watched Cassie's arms tighten, the already defined muscles becoming more pronounced. Sabrina groaned and I watched again as both pairs of breasts compressed, flattening against each other. Cassie mirrored Sabrina's shoulder roll, and Sabrina's grunts and gasps indicated the move's effectiveness.
"I think I like your style, Rin," Cassie said, and I watched the redhead's thighs tighten. She lifted with her legs, pulling Sabrina up and dropped her into the same uppercut that Sabrina had used.
"Fucking hell," Sabrina groaned as her big boobs were pushed upward toward her face. Cassie hefted Sabrina up again.
"Bombs away," Cassie hissed. Sabrina suddenly pushed down, thrusting her legs out. Cassie's eyes widened, and she lost her footing, falling backward. A loud thud announced her landing. Sabrina managed to catch herself, and landed atop the redhead. Cassie tried to sit up, her tight abdominal muscles flexing, but Sabrina managed to catch her wrists, and slowly forced her back.
Sabrina immediately slid down and pushed her torso up. Cassie barely had time to say "No," before Sabrina's big breasts slammed into her smaller rack. Cassie's groan indicated the pain, and the redhead made little resistance as Sabrina aimed again.
"Bombs away, right?" Sabrina asked. Another shot from Sabrina's chest flattened Cassie. It was apparent from the low, slow groan that Cassie had been beaten. Sabrina sat up, holding up Cassie's left wrist. The redhead's hand fell limply against Sabrina's and the black haired girl put the limp appendage against her right breast.
"That's a real tit," Sabrina explained. Cassie tried to sit up, suddenly, but Sabrina was too fast for the weakened girl, pushing against her shoulder. Cassie flopped back against the mat, her tits moving in waves on her chest. "You want another bomb?" Cassie said nothing, but actually groped Sabrina's sore tit.
"Say so," Sabrina prompted. Cassie's eyes closed, and she took a breath. When she spoke, her voice was strong.
"Your real tits pounded my pretender boobs, Sabrina. You have the better tits between us," she said clearly.
"And now what happens?" Sabrina asked. The answer was apparent, as Sabrina leaned forward. Cassie gazed at the dangling tit inches in front of her.
"I suck your big, superi-mmph" Cassie was cut off by Sabrina's left breast. I felt myself stiffen as I realized Cassie and I had shared at least one breast in our time. Cassie worked the breast over well, aggressive in her approach to fulfilling the bet. Sabrina cupped her tit to help, breathing hard as Cassie sucked in more and more of the winning breast.
"Oh, wow, Cassie. Let's get the other one," Sabrina breathed. "I can't wait to see you in my room tonight, Cass. Bring those handcuffs," she added. Sabrina turned her head and looked at Tiffany, whom I felt stiffen. Sabrina grinned as she pulled her tits away from Cassie. Sabrina stood, still looking at Tiffany. As Cassie rose, Sabrina leaned forward, hitting Cassie in the face with her left breast. The redhead looked pissed, but caught on, suckling the dangling breast gently.
"Bitch," Tiffany breathed. Soon Cassie stood and walked towards our spot, her tits shaking on her chest. She sat beside me and I did my best not to look at her bruising breasts. Cassie turned towards Tiffany, looking right beyond me.
"Sorry, Tiff," she said sullenly. Her head fell, and her breasts heaved as she tried to recover.
"We'll talk after." I didn't ask after what, but instead shifted my eyes again.
"Jesus, Jon, you can look," Cassie snapped. "It's better than watching your pubescent shifting." I glanced down for a moment, but almost immediately turned to Tiff. My girlfriend was staring daggers into Sabrina.
"Any other challenges?" Tiffany asked. A few voices murmured, but no one stepped forward.
"Fight night's done!" she announced to some cheers. The girls headed upstairs, save Cassie, Amanda and Connie. Dan stayed behind Connie, trying not to listen.
"Sabrina's going to be hard on you," Tiffany said softly. Cassie chuckled.
"I have no doubt. Sorry I couldn't get her."
"You almost did," Tiffany offered.
"Horseshoes and hand grenades, babe," Cassie said. "Relax. I've dealt with worse on a Tuesday," she said. Tiffany laughed, and even Amanda chuckled, albeit nervously. Cassie actually looked at Amanda.
"I still want to show you how some of those wall decorations in my room work," Cassie said, just loudly enough for our circle to hear. "From what I've been told by a little birdie, Jon here might want to watch." Amanda's eyes flickered to Cassie and darkened as she stared at the redhead.
"Maybe next time," Cassie whispered. Cassie said her goodbyes and headed upstairs. I watched her tight ass barely bounce up the stairs. As she left, I noticed Dan watching, too. When I turned back, all the girls rolled their eyes. I shrugged apologetically.
"I can't wait to see you tomorrow, Mandy," Connie said. "I'll want to make sure the mark's coming along."
"Is that all?" Tiffany asked. Connie glanced at Tiffany and nodded. "Maybe a bit more, but I'll try to let her enjoy it." Tiffany rolled her eyes, but looked at Amanda.
"What did you agree to?" Tiffany asked. Amanda shook her head.
"A meal out. With Dan and Connie. No public nudity." I glanced at Dan, who was looking incredibly sheepish.
"I see you got over that shy thing," I called to him. His face flushed and I grinned.
"Where are you going?" Tiffany asked.
"Hooters," Connie said. "Before my shift tomorrow night." Tiffany laughed.
"Have fun. Amanda, stick around." Connie and Dan went upstairs, with Connie latched to his arm.
Amanda looked at Tiffany and sighed. "She's good," the blonde said.
"She is," Tiffany agreed. "Don't let her do anything over the top at the restaurant, okay?" Amanda looked concerned.
"I won't. I really only let you two..." She stopped suddenly, her eyes wide. "I'll be fine," she assured Tiff. Tiffany grinned and leaned in to whisper something into Amanda's ear. Amanda nodded and turned to go upstairs. I watched her go, clutching her shirt as she walked up the stairs.
"Let me wrap some things up. You'll want to see what I told Sabrina to wear to the party if she won."
