Okay, completing this chapter took way longer than expected, but it's finally done! I recently got a new job, and while the pay is significantly better (Wohoo!), my free time is also much more limited than before (D'oh!). No idea when I'll be able to write the next story...
Before I forget: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
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Titfight Academy, Part 10 (B)The following few days passed fairly uneventfully, with me and Fleur spending most of our time at the beach or the pool while Gabrielle hung out with her new friend Becky. Well, they'd probably moved from friends to lovers a good while ago. The Dutch girl was apparently a full-on lesbian (as opposed to bisexual like my girlfriend), and had made her move the very next day, asking Fleur's little sister out on a proper date and ending the night with a kiss by the door. Gabrielle was clearly smitten with the red-haired part university student, part lingerie model, and paid no heed to Fleur's attempts to tease her about the constant messaging that took place whenever the two lovebirds were physically apart.
In stark contrast to the syrupy happiness of the brand new couple, my girlfriend and her father's mistress had stayed firmly on the warpath. There were no open hostilities - that I could see - at the moment, but each proud, young woman made sure to snub and slight her rival whenever an opportunity presented itself. Usually Fleur and Yasmine did it in a relatively underhanded way, remaining outwardly civil while nothing but venom and loathing brewed under the surface. The tension between the two was palpable, and their interactions seemed to be only growing more antagonistic with each passing day.
It was now New Year's Eve. Well, late morning, to be exact. Philippe and Apolline had just left to join some old friends on their private yacht, and wouldn't be returning from that mini-cruise until the evening. Fleur and I had originally planned to catch some sun by the pool before heading out to town for a bit of last-minute shopping, but Yasmine's presence in one of the poolside loungers made me hesitate. Spending any period of time in the brunette's vicinity was sure to make my girlfriend irritable.
While considering other options, I gazed at Yasmine's oily, bikini-clad body from the doorway, making special note of how her dusky skin glistened in the sun. She appeared to be roughly as well-endowed as Fleur, but because of her position, laying on her back, it was hard to make a more precise assessment. I could see that the brunette's breasts still maintained a fairly pert shape inside the flimsy, dark brown top, which meant that she clearly wasn't soft. According to Gabrielle, her father's current sugar baby had North African ancestry, being half-Arab and half-European, and was supposedly in her late 20s. She looked plenty hot enough to turn heads, having luxurious, tanned legs and a meaty ass in addition to the nicely-sized bust, but didn't seem to be quite as taut or toned as Fleur and her sister. Shapely and seductive rather than sporty.
My, ahem, 'observations' were interrupted by the doorbell. I whirled around to see the younger of the two blonde-haired sisters rushing to the front entrance, my amused girlfriend following after Gabrielle at a slower pace. Fleur was shaking her head slightly, but also had a wide grin on her face.
Gabrielle yanked the door open, revealing a strikingly glamorous-looking redhead. I watched her step inside and embrace the blonde teen. The two girls were whispering something to each other excitedly, even leaning in for a kiss after a moment. This had to be the famous Becky. She certainly did have the body of a model - and not one of those stick-thin catwalk types, either. The redhead had a proper bikini babe -look about her, the girl's figure looking fit, curvy and full of promise. Her face was beautiful as well, though I'll confess I paid somewhat less attention to that area.
"Hey, hands where I can see them," my girlfriend called out as she traipsed closer, smirking at the tight grip the redhead seemed to have on Gabrielle's butt. "That's my baby sis you're groping!"
The pair separated slowly, laughing at Fleur's mock sternness. The cute blonde quickly introduced her new girlfriend to us - even to Yasmine, who'd strutted inside to see what the ruckus was all about. The dark-haired woman was regarding Becky coolly, though I did notice her eyes drift down to the redhead's cleavage every now and then. Rebecca was wearing a snug little summer dress, similar to Fleur's and Gabrielle's, which did little to hide her substantial bosom. To me, it did indeed look about the same size as Apolline's, and therefore larger than Yasmine's own rack. Or Fleur's and Gabrielle's, for that matter. The exact shape was more difficult to gauge through the clothing, but the pronounced lack of any wobbles spoke of considerable density.
"Wow, I see Gabby wasn't kidding when she said she'd hit the jackpot," my girlfriend complimented the redhead playfully. "You really do have a great body!"
"Look who's talking!" Becky shot back, laughing. "You and Gabby are probably the hottest girls I've ever seen. Just what kind of vitamins have they been feeding you?" she grinned, making a show of ogling at the older French blonde's ample assets. "Holy shit. Are those even real?"
Fleur guffawed, her own gaze likewise glued to the redhead's rack. I could tell she was genuinely impressed. "Funny, I was about to ask you the same question!"
"If you're done flirting with my girlfriend..." Gabrielle butted in with a smirk, pulling the redhead into her arms. "I'd like to remind everyone that this fine piece of meat is already reserved. Get your own hottie."
We all laughed at the young blonde's half-serious protectiveness, before starting to head into the living room. I noticed Becky glance at her lover meaningfully, raising an eyebrow.
"You okay with an audience?"
Gabrielle nodded, smiling at the redhead cockily. "Of course, why wouldn't I be? And you? Worried about losing to me in front of everyone?" Rebecca chortled, and I watched her lush, red lips curl into a grin.
"Keep dreaming, babe. You're cute, almost too cute, but there's no way you'll be able to match me up top. Even the other models I've met are jealous of these," the redhead cooed, cupping her big, solid jugs through the clothing and bouncing them a bit.
I suddenly felt Fleur lean in, her nose nuzzling my neck softly. "Gabby says the topic of boob wrestling came up during one of their shags," she whispered into my ear, causing a small shiver. "And I bet your dirty little mind can picture exactly how." Images of two, sweaty young women rolling around the bed and pushing their tits together immediately assaulted my brain, and I fought to stifle a moan. My girlfriend giggled.
"Anyway, Becky apparently thought it sounded incredibly hot. She's never a had proper titfight before, but being the good girlfriend she is..." Fleur trailed off, wrapping an arm around me as she regarded the two girls. "...Gabby of course offered to show how it's done. I coaxed her into doing it here," she smiled slyly, sticking out her tongue. "Gotta look after my tit-obsessed guy!"
"Now all we need to do is hope that my parents don't somehow get back early," my girlfriend added in a louder voice, pausing to glance at Gabrielle and exchanging an amused look with her sister. "They have a bad habit of turning up at the worst possible moment, as Gabby well knows. Care to tell Ced how-"
"Oh shut up!" the younger blonde groaned, shaking her head and making a face. "I'm still bearing the mental scars from that little incident. And so is Mathieu, I bet. He looked ready to shit his pants when
papa waltzed in on us."
My girlfriend sxxxxxxxed, bumping her shoulder into Gabrielle's playfully and grinning widely. "Lucky he wasn't wearing any, then."
Gabrielle flipped her big sister off, glaring at the smirking blonde and muttering something about 'severe emotional trauma' and 'insensitive assholes'.
After a few further quips and witty comebacks, we began to clear an open area in the middle of the room. The French girls went over the rules, with Rebecca listening to them intently and asking the odd question here and there. I also watched Fleur give some last-minute tips to the curvy redhead, and was surprised to hear Yasmine interject with some additional advice of her own.
It turned out that Yasmine already knew all the ropes, and had previous experience of her own. The mediterranean beauty claimed to have fought at least a dozen women before, mostly during her time as a university student, and had supposedly won each and every time. Yasmine's self-assured, almost cocky behaviour certainly seemed to support that notion.
"I bet I could take you down without even breaking a sweat, Blondie," the brunette sneered at my annoyed girlfriend, giving Fleur's rack a dismissive look. "If you're up to the challenge, that is. I've seen how much you love showing those bouncy udders off to everyone, but from the looks of things, they're not really anything special. My jugs have flattened nicer sets."
As I compared them up close, the two women appeared to be right on par with each other in terms of breast size. And now that the brunette was standing up, it was easy to tell that her (still bikini-clad) boobs sat pretty high on her chest as well. Their shape even looked a bit pointy, both pert breasts straining against the cups and further enhancing the impression of firmness.
"You're on," Fleur hissed, clearly keen on seizing the opportunity to humiliate the characteristically arrogant and snooty Arabian beauty. "I'll show you which one of us has real reason to be proud, skank."
"That's the spirit, Barbie Bitch. I'm going to have so much fun putting your fat, puffed-up sacks back in their place. Just try not to run crying to daddy after I've done them in," the smoky-eyed brunette smirked, looking confident as ever. "Nobody likes a snitch."
Something about these two just seemed to rub the other the wrong way, I thought, shifting my eyes between the busty girls and contrasting their looks. Dark and light, Yin and Yang. Apparently the static tension that'd been building up between them had finally received the needed spark.
***
While my girlfriend and Yasmine taunted each other, Rebecca and Gabrielle had already started to shed off their excess clothing. I watched the redhead toss her sun dress onto the sofa, reaching behind to open the clasp of her light grey bra. She was wearing a matching pair of knickers, I noted, tracing the curvature of the girl's toned posterior. Compared to the upstairs, her ass looked compact, but there was nothing wrong with its shape. Becky's overworked bra came off with a soft snap, and two meaty, round orbs bounced out into the open air. The redhead's large jugs shook a bit as they slapped against her chest, quivering visibly, but I didn't really detect much sag. Each orb was full and round. I struggled not to groan aloud as I studied the ivory-skinned teenager's best assets intently.
They looked very similar to my girlfriend's amazing breasts. Maybe just a hint less pert, but also slightly bigger and heavier. I leaned forward, greedily drinking in the young, nubile boobs on display. Their shape was enviably spherical, and the amount of visible hang minimal. Rebecca's impressive breasts stood high on her chests, the flesh rippling and curling enticingly as she rolled her shoulders, presumably to work out a kink in her upper back. They seemed to be in the region of a mid-size DD cup, and had a very pleasing, almost photogenic appearance. Easily one of the sexiest racks I'd ever seen, and no doubt perfect for modeling.
But while the girl definitely had a solid pair, the small bounces seemed to suggest that her inner tissue wasn't quite as dense as her opponent's. Then again, I wasn't sure Fleur's was, either. The only girl that might - and I stress MIGHT - be able to beat Gabrielle in firmness was Ginny, and that firsty was giving up roughly half a cup size. Rebecca's rack, to the redhead's credit, was of course one full bra size
larger than Gabby's - a significant if not insurmountable lead.
Continuing my inspection further down the 19-year-old model's generous curves, I made special note of her smooth, toned torso, long legs and pale skin. She wasn't overly athletic, but clearly took good care of herself, and had a definite Jessica Rabbit -vibe about her. In terms of overall physical attractiveness, there was no denying that Becky's body closely matched those of the two blondes. If Fleur and Gabrielle were perfect tens, the redhead had to be at least a nine, fully rivaling the French girls up top and only losing a few points from her comparatively narrow hips and ass. Those too were pretty nice, but not exceptional like the rest of her. Becky was definitely more top-heavy than the others.
I briefly glanced over at Yasmine. While the brunette was plenty good-looking in her own right, she was probably closer to an eight, and appeared to fall just short of the three younger women in every area. Well, maybe save for those thick, juicy killer thighs. Yasmine's tits also looked like they might be capable of causing some damage, but I doubted they'd be a match for Fleur's. The dusky brunette seemed to be trying to conceal a fair bit of envy as she analysed the lingerie model's tantalizing body, doing her best not to look as impressed as she really was. I didn't blame her. Becky was seriously hot, and her rack was nothing short of phenomenal. Likely every bit as nice as my girlfriend's, in fact.
Fleur seemed to agree, and let out a long whistle. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Gabs," she muttered, licking her lips in approval. "Those jugs look fucking amesome. I might need to have my own go at them at some point."
"Assuming I let you, that is," Gabrielle smirked at her big sister. "Right now I'm inclined to keep this minx all to myself."
"Ooh, but are you sure you can handle me?" the gorgeous redhead asked sweetly, slowly running her hands across her figure. "These epic boobs in particular could prove too much for you. They've won me more than a few wet t-shirt contests."
"Don't you worry, Becky. Your big, beautiful pillows do look amazing, but they're going fold under my superior tits. I've got both appearances
and substance," Gabrielle breathed huskily, slinking out of her own sun dress and revealing two braless D-cup breasts. They practically sprang out as the fabric covering the orbs was pulled away, the blonde's dense set seeming to quiver only for a fraction of a second before it settled down, sitting exceedingly high on her chest. I'd gotten a good ogle at Gabby's naked, pert boobs some days ago, but still couldn't stop marveling at their sheer perfection. They looked almost divine. If Rebecca had a rack you'd love to suck, fuck or 'motorboat', the blonde's pair was one to worship and cherish. Truly a thing of beauty.
I watched Gabrielle's smooth, flawless orbs mold ever-so-slightly under the girl's fingers while she kneaded them, demonstrating to everyone just how thick and firm the titmeat beneath the surface really was. Not that there'd been any doubt, of course. The blonde's 18-year-old breasts had what I considered to be the ideal shape, appearing to pretty much ignore the effects of gravity and jutting out proudly like they'd been put there by some master sculptor. The almost complete lack of visible sag might've made them look surgically enhanced if it wasn't for the fact that no doctor was quite THAT good. They were perky, round and, like everything about Gabrielle, incredibly cute. This girl really was too pretty for her own good.
Taking a moment to appreciate the rest of her body, I couldn't help but think how much Gabrielle reminded me of Fleur. Both were lean yet shapely, having a rare combination of slender limbs, ample curves and a narrow waistline. Everything was perfectly formed and proportioned. But as similar as the two sisters' figures were, Gabrielle's more petite size and small reserves of baby fat, which were oddly enough only found in the precisely right places, made her look both hot and adorable at the same time. I thanked my lucky stars that she was of age now, as I could at least claim some moral justification for my gawking. I mean, I still felt like a total perv for lusting after my girlfriend's little sister, but at least I wasn't drooling over a minor!
"Don't forget to breathe, Ced," I felt Fleur's warm whisper on my neck. "Wouldn't want to pass out and miss all the fun, would we now?" She rested her head against my shoulder, leading me towards the sofa by the arm. "Let's sit down and watch the show. This should be good."
***
We watched the teens step closer towards one another, both taking turns to look down to their bared chests and flashing smug, knowing smirks. Gabrielle cupped her pert breasts gently and lifted them a bit, with Rebecca quickly mirroring her move. The effect was, unsurprisingly, more pronounced on the ampler set, and I couldn't help but admire how Becky's pale mass of titflesh shook and jiggled in her palms.
Taking a moment to ogle at the two teens' general physiques, one thing was clear - Gabrielle's bum was definitely nicer than her opponent's. The girls' asses were about the same size, even though the blonde was otherwise slightly shorter and less buxom, which meant that Gabby's behind looked bigger in comparison to the rest of her body. It also had a mouth-wateringly delicious shape: pert, round and cute. Perfect, just like her boobs.
While I did feel guilty for even thinking it, Gabrielle's bum might actually be even better than her big sister's. I made a mental note to never let Fleur hear me say that. She'd probably skin me alive - and with good reason.
With one last smirk, Rebecca and Gabrielle began to approach one another. Neither seemed eager to start out aggressively, instead closing the distance with a few measured steps and slowly bringing their tips together. As the girls' hard nipples rubbed against each other, I heard the redhead suck in a breath, while the blonde swallowed hard. They weren't pushing hard enough to cause any misshape of their firm orbs, and it looked like the contestants were savouring the feel of their sensitive nubs meeting softly.
"You're so fucking hot," I heard Rebecca whisper to the blonde. "I can't wait to watch you get on your knees, licking my bigger, better breasts after they've conquered those pretty boobs. I'm going to own you, babe."
"Not gonna happen," Gabrielle murmured back, bumping her chest into the redhead's globes. The lingerie model's large, firm jugs contorted a bit around the perkier set, and Becky gasped, clearly unused to the sensation. I saw a grin appear on the French girl's face. Gabrielle pulled back a step, her azure eyes burning with desire, before repeating the move. Again, Becky?s big, round boobs warped into a slightly different shape as Gabrielle's smaller orbs seemed to maintain their shape for the most part.
The redhead quickly began to mirror her opponent, and I watched hungrily as each girl pushed forward, rubbing their firm jugs against the rivaling pair. Gabrielle seemed to whisper something to her opponent, but Rebecca dismissed it with a snort and then rolled her shoulder from one side to the next, scraping her thick, full boob over the blonde's pert tit. I could only imagine what their hardened peaks had to feel like, dragging across smooth, sentitive flesh. Gabrielle immediately responded to the move with the same tactic. Both pairs of breasts molded and twisted only slightly as they sought purchase over the space between the women. This slow, almost tender contest went on for a while, and the girls grinned through the contact as though they were enjoying it. I certainly was.
Rebecca leaned in this time, brushing her lips against Gabrielle's ear and murmuring something in a low voice. That seemed to spark some action, as both girls began their rotations more energetically. I could hear their tits begin thudding and slapping as Gabby and Becky worked themselves into a more aggressive pace, but still didn't detect much visible shifting or change in the shape of the girls' perfect, exceedingly firm breasts as they strained against each other. Both fighters did let out occasional grunts, their faces becoming more flushed with every passing minute.
I finally noticed that the girls themselves weren't looking down at their battling busts; each was staring intently into the other's eyes. They seemed to be having some sort of staring contest, and were fighting both a mental and a physical war simultaneously. I briefly wondered how the result of this match would affect their budding relationship.
The red-haired lingerie model, who until this point had been resting her hands on Gabrielle's hips, reached around the girl's lower back and pulled her closer. Gabrielle returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around the redhead. Rather than sliding their tits over and across the other's set like before, the new strategy seemed to be to forcibly shove their boobs together. I watched the position of the two tightly-packed racks ebb and flow slightly, and Gabby made a cute growl as the girls increased the pressure, leaning their heads together. Initially I thought Rebecca and Gabrielle did it so they could whisper in each other's ears again, but as I kept observing the fighters closely, it seemed that they were simply breathing heavily on one another's neck and ears. Both to conserve their strength, and to tease and distract their opponent, no doubt.
Rebecca smirked slightly as she dragged her big jugs slowly and deliberately back and forth over the blonde's pert boobs. Gabrielle on the other hand stood still, her firm flesh apparently refusing to yield to the Dutch girl's heavier tits. I heard a bored sigh from my left, and looked over to see Yasmine pretend to yawn. My girlfriend gave her a dirty look, daring the dark-haired woman to complain aloud. She didn't, instead leaning back and continuing to observe the slow, affectionate struggle with an imperiously disinterested expression.
Back in the middle of the room Rebecca and Gabrielle were still locked in a bearhug. The girls were making soft grunts and groans as they forced their chests tighter together, and I watched both pairs of boobs begin to compress more obviously. The muscles in each girl's lean arms were also bulging as the pressure increased. No-one missed the fact that the redhead's bigger boobs were reshaping appreciably more than Gabrielle's pert orbs did, denting at the center and slowly pushing out. Becky's pretty face had started to show signs of discomfort, and as I looked to her rival, I could see Gabrielle regarding the glamorous and curvy redhead with a rather greedy smile.
"Ready to call it, Becks?" she asked her lover sweetly. "Just admit that my boobs are better, and I'll let you go.
"Oh, please," Rebecca hissed back. "These jugs are going to squish your baby-boobs flat in a minute."
The girls continued like that for a good while. I could see that the Dutch girl's wince was growing more pronounced by the minute as she fought to match the blonde's thrusts and to force their racks back into equality. But despite her best efforts, Rebecca's gorgeous, round jugs were, bit by bit, ballooning further out to the sides, beginning to make way for Gabrielle's denser pair. I watched the blonde cutie stare straight into Rebecca's wide eyes with a confident if not strained smile, and the harder she pulled, the further her firm tits appeared sink into the redhead's ample, round pair. Fleur's little sister was slowly but surely impaling the lingerie model's epic set onto her smaller boobs.
"Oh, fuck," the redhead groaned, letting go of her opponent's back and attempting to push her away by the shoulders.
"Something wrong, Big Tits?" Gabrielle grunted, smirking despite the obvious exertion. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
Becky's gorgeous rack, which had appeared to be just as imposing and powerful as my girlfriend's, was still stubbornly resisting the invasion attempt. But by the looks of things, it was fighting a losing battle. Gabrielle's even thicker breast-tissue continued its irresistible advance, penetrating deeper and deeper into the pale flesh. Briefly glancing towards Fleur, I noticed that she was observing the scene with a small frown, looking thoughtful.
"Gawwwd, those things feel like rocks," Rebecca panted, squirming in the blonde's embrace as she struggled to give her sore, pained tits some respite from Gabrielle's dense pair. "How fucking hard are they!?! I thought
I was firm!"
Both Gabrielle and her older sister chortled. I knew Fleur had been asked that same question many times before.
"Oh you are, babe," the younger French girl told the redhead, struggling to keep her trapped in her arms. "Way firmer than most girls I've come across. And really, really good for a Double D," Gabrielle grunted with a sincere-looking smile. "You also get full points for looks and grope feel."
The blonde's grin got only wider as she saw her opponent glance down and start to bite her lip, the lingerie model observing Gabrielle's progress in stunned silence. "Give up Becky, and I won't have to completely wreck your big boobs," the younger girl threatened, pulling hard and admiring how her pert boobs burrowed a little bit further in.
"It'd be a real shame to make them all droopy and soft, you know. If you surrender now, you'll still be able to show these beauties off at the beach. How's that sound?"
I watched the two teenage hotties gaze into each other's eyes, the redhead's expression a mix of discomfort and concern while the blonde looked almost smug. "You'll still need to tell all your friends who has the better set, though." Gabrielle smirked. "I can't wait to see their faces tomorrow."
Rebecca's reaction caught me by surprise. And evidently the gorgeous blonde as well. The Dutch girl crouched down for a second before ramming her big, firm jugs into Gabrielle's set from below. Gabby's impressively dense flesh pushed in for a moment, bouncing towards her face and quivering slightly before settling down into its usual pert, unyielding form on the blonde's chest. Gabrielle's gasp of pain and shock was clearly audible even through the slapping of wet titflesh, and Becky used the opportunity to wrench herself free from the hug.
"Ahh, finally!" Yasmine exclaimed, straightening her posture on the sofa and craning her head towards me and Fleur. "Took 'em long enough. I hope you fight better than these two," she sneered at my girlfriend, observing her cleavage with a disdainful expression. "Otherwise those sacks won't last a minute against me."
Fleur narrowed her eyes, but didn't bother with a reply. It'd been the dusky, dark-haired woman who'd coached Becky to use uppercuts to escape tight spots, so apparently Yasmine's earlier boasting wasn't just talk. It seemed she really did know her way around a titfight.
Before the Dutch girl was able to make much use of her newfound freedom, I saw Gabrielle jab her firm, pert set into Rebecca's larger boobs. The redhead grunted, feeling her round orbs mold briefly as the rival pair invaded their space. I watched Gabrielle follow with another attack, ramming her tightly-packed tits into her lover's more plentiful breasts. The redhead's jugs once again yielded some ground, compressing and ballooning out from the center to make way for the firmer pair. Becky's face fell. It looked like Gabrielle's pert D cups might hold the edge in boob-boxing as well, their incredible density forcing back the dismayed lingerie model's big, gorgeous globes.
Not for the first time, I found myself wondering how they'd fare against Fleur's legendary pair. Both blondes' sets were perfect in their own way, with one appearing to have a slight lead in firmness and the other in size. Becky's own rack looked much like a third piece of that gradual evolution; maybe a tiny bit softer than my girlfriend's, but also larger. If Gabrielle's tits were able to spear and pound the busty redhead's pride and joy like this, could they also overpower her sister's proud boobs?
In any case, it seemed the Dutch girl wasn't prepared to go down without a fight. She launched a flurry of jabs and swings, forcing the young blonde to pedal backwards and to turn with her. Gabrielle did succeed in avoiding most of the blows, and peppered the redhead's softening mammaries with a few rapid strikes of her own. Every once in a while one of Rebecca's powerful slams connected, causing the less buxom fighter to yelp as the impact sent her cute, pert boob into shockwaves. I admired the way Gabrielle's firm flesh briefly pushed in, displaced by the model's large, thick jug. While the ripples died down quickly enough, I could tell Gabby's tightly-packed set moved more fluidly than before.
Encouraged by the sounds her opponent was making, the hot, leggy redhead increased her tempo. She attacked more furiously, creating dents in both young sets. Gabrielle didn't take long to adapt, however, and soon began dodging and countering again. They continued like that for a while, the redhead appearing to hold the upper hand in per-shot damage while the blonde simply landed more hits. Eventually, Becky appeared to get frustrated with her increasingly regular near misses and tried to trip the blonde. But Gabrielle was too agile for the move, shifting her feet quickly and jumping out of the way. The red-haired girl's big mistake was leaving her boobs open to the blonde's counterstrike, and I could feel myself brace instinctively as Gabrielle slammed her part, firm orbs into Becky's stationary globes with considerable force. All four breasts compressed severely, but it was the lingerie model's amazing rack that actually flattened out for a moment, its plentiful titmeat molding around Gabrielle's tits and starting to shake uncontrollably.
Several more strikes found their target and Rebecca cursed loudly, withdrawing away from the French blonde's undeniably dangerous set. I could see that the light skin on Becky's large, sexy rack had turned a violent shade of red, and the meat beneath it seemed to bounce much more than it had at the beginning. Her jugs still maintained a nice, round shape though, suggesting that the Dutch girl wasn't beaten just yet.
Gabrielle apparently had similar thoughts and decided to change tactics, lunging forward to grab the redhead. Rebecca met her half way, ramming her big, powerful boobs into the blonde's. Just like before, the larger pair of mammaries caved in more, but Gabrielle's pert boobs compressed under the pressure as well, molding visibly as the redhead's rack sought to steamroll them with its considerable mass. Both girls' faces were tight as they pushed forward harder. I admired the show as Gabrielle and Rebecca shoved their firm racks against each other, forcing the mass of young, supple flesh back and forth in gentle waves that slowly progressed.
"Those cute little boobs are pancaking, babe," Rebecca breathed, glaring at the beautiful young blonde with a scowl. "Can you feel me just squeezing them flat with my big, firm jugs? We're going to look great at the beach tomorrow: your small and loose udders drooping down on your chest while to my larger, rounder orbs stand proud and firm by their side. Everyone will know that my breasts don't only LOOK better, but that they ARE better."
"One tiny problem, Miss Tits", Gabrielle growled, working hard to shove her bust more tightly against her opponent. "My firm boobs are piercing your mushy, overinflated sacks like the waterballoons they are!"
I watched Fleur's little sister pump her pert boobs into the redhead's bust, causing the round, thick orbs to billow out, then snap back into shape as the blonde pulled back to give another thrust. Becky let out a groan, but shoved back, refusing to back down.
"You're a tough bitch, Gabby," she hissed. "Just like those baby-size bumps of yours. But I'm gonna iron them out now. My big, strong jugs have you simply outgunned."
"Fuck you, Becky," the alluring blonde snapped, panting audibly as she fought against the pressure of Rebecca's large, firm orbs. "My boobs aren't small - they're just not obese like yours, either!" she huffed, shooting the red hot lingerie model a dirty look and straining to push forward even harder. I admired the blonde's sleek, taut legs and delectable bum for a second, her lightly tanned skin bulging visibly with the effort.
Gabrielle poured on the pressure, slowly rotating her torso as she ground her dense orbs against Rebecca's chest. The curvy redhead gritted her teeth, grunting and groaning at the obviously uncomfortable sensation. I could see the smaller pair sink further and further into the opposing flesh, burrowing impressively deep as the lingerie model's more ample flesh parted slowly. It was clear to everyone that Gabrielle's tits were beginning to take over the space between them, and the Dutch girl let out a gasp as her breasts were pushed back further than before. She stared in horrified fascination how her meaty globes continued to spread from the center out, the blonde's firmer pair of boobs nestling into them.
"No," the gorgeous model whispered, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. She looked absolutely stunned. Unlike before, the dense inner tissue at the core of Rebecca's jugs no longer appeared to be holding up. We all watched how her formerly perfect boobs started to lose their shape and resistance, rapidly yielding ground to Gabrielle's pert tits and billowing around them.
"Oh yes," the gorgeous young blonde countered, glancing up at her lover with a wide, hungry grin. "I've worn you out, Becks. My firmer, better breasts have penetrated these cushy sacks, taming them and making them mine. I own you now, Red. Your body's mine." Despite her distractingly adorable, soft face, for a moment, Gabrielle's smile looked rather scary and menacing. Her azure eyes were burning with unadultarated desire, however, and I could feel my throbbing cock lurch at the thought of what she'd do to the lingerie model after their fight. If only she'd be willing to let me watch...
Gabrielle relaxed her grip slightly, and I saw Rebecca let her head fall to the blonde's shoulder. Becky's eyes looked almost groggy to me, and she blinked slowly. The younger girl lined up her pair with the redhead's carefully, positioning their big, powerful racks tip-to-tip. She planted a small kiss on her opponent's parted lips, before thrusting hard. I joined Rebecca in her shock as the redhead's big, gorgeous breasts were completely overwhelmed, the model's once dense and firm flesh suddenly giving up the fight. The larger pair of tits simply folded around Gabrielle's dominant pair, molding freely and oozing out to the sides like half-melted butter. Gabrielle let out a satisfied sigh, but continued pushing. I could only stare in amazement as her pert orbs sunk even deeper, and soon they were almost completely surrounded by Becky's loose, liquefied udders. The blonde hottie flashed everyone a happy, triumphant grin as she speared the lingerie model's awe-inspiring rack with her own, obviously even more powerful boobs.
"Oh wow, this feels so fucking good," Gabrielle murmured, looking down at their chests as she licked her lips. "Your soft, warm boobmeat wrapping around my firmer tits. Submissively welcoming a better pair home. Damn, these jello-boobs are way nicer than any waterbed I've been on!"
Rebecca was staring at her ruined, quivering teats in dismay, their plentiful flesh morphing around the other girl's perkier pair. But to my surprise, the redhead seemed to be shaking her head.
"You'll have to say it aloud, Becks," Gabrielle smirked. "Who has the best tits?"
Rebecca ignored the question, instead starting to struggle in the blonde's arms. Fleur's little sister raised a curious eyebrow at the redhead, but pumped her arms, forcing more and more pressure into Becky's tenderized mammaries until the part-time model stopped squirming.
"Don't be stupid, Red," Gabrielle warned. "You're beat. I've crushed your epic tits. There's only one way out."
Becky exhaled a bit as Gabrielle pulled her boobs away from the larger bust. The Dutch girl's relief was short lived, though, and we watched in rapt attention as Gabrielle impaled the redhead's orbs again, spearing them with her tightly-packed set. Rebecca wailed as her pride and joy was pulverized, and before she had time to collect herself, the blonde pulled out to strike again. Gabrielle repeated the maneuver until she found a rhythm, altering lefts and rights, and it looked almost like the blonde was using her pert, firm boobs to fuck Becky's beaten udders, reshaping the loose, yielding flesh at will as her firmer breasts sunk inside.
"Oh fuck, stop," the redhead wailed, appearing to finally accept her fate. Not that she had any choice, mind you. "You win, Gabby. Your perfect breasts have turned my big, bouncy jugs into mush," Rebecca sniffed quietly.
"Well spotted, babe. Now, whose tits are better?" Gabrielle asked, her voice having a somewhat harder edge than before.
"Yours are! You have have the best rack on the whole fucking planet," Becky groaned weakly. "No one can out-boob you, Gabby. Please stop stabbing my tits. I give." I could see the redhead's long legs tremble a bit as she pleaded for mercy.
Gabrielle's beamed at her lover, and immediately released her. The cute blonde was grinning happily as she turned towards Fleur, Yasmine and I, raising her arms towards the ceiling and celebrating her victory by showing off a pair of red but still pert-looking boobs. Becky stood next to Gabrielle, breathing heavily and cupping her beaten, visibly droopy jugs carefully in her palms. I watched Gabrielle lean in to hug the other girl, making sure not to touch her sore rack with her own. She kissed Becky on the cheek, whispering something, and reached out to caress the redhead's butt gently. Rebecca let out a deep sigh, but nodded, and as the two gorgeous teens finally separated, I noticed a small hint of a smile tugging at the lingerie model's lips. Gabrielle for her part was grinning brightly, and even gave her most recent conquest a cheeky pat on the ass. Becky whined a bit, earning a cute chuckle from the blonde.
***
As the teens started to gather their scattered clothing from the floor, I saw Yasmine jump up up from her seat. She was eyeing my girlfriend with a sly, unfriendly smirk.
"We still on, Barbie? Or did you finally realize how hopelessly outmatched your sacks are against me?" the dusky brunette drawled, making a show of cupping her large, teardrop-shaped jugs through the bikini top's thin fabric and giving them a quick but clearly well-practised jostle.
"Don't make me laugh," Fleur replied, snorting at the mediterranean woman derisively as she got up to face her. "Why anyone would be proud of having floppy bags like those is beyond me. But I'll gladly knock them back to Earth."
"Hey, wait up hot-heads!" Gabrielle interjected loudly. I watched the blonde pull her white, airy sun dress over her head as she stepped between the two older girls. "You can claw each other's eyes out in a sec, but first, Becky and I need a small break to grab some water. And probably use the loo as well. Please don't murder anyone before we get back."
Yasmine huffed impatiently, scrunching her mouth as she regarded the blonde, but nodded all the same. "Fine. I'll try to hold off flattening your saggy whore of a sister a while longer. You've got five minutes."
My girlfriend rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the dark-haired woman's unoriginal taunt. I heard Gabrielle and Becky whisper something as they made their way to the kitchen, chortling loudly and wrapping their arms around each other's shoulders.
Feeling a tad parched myself, I decided to follow their example and go grab some refreshments. Though the fridge was full of various kinds of soft drinks, I settled for a bottle of regular, uncarbonated spring water. I leaned against the counter and took a good swig, enjoying the feeling of cold, fresh liquid running down my throat. It didn't take long for Becky and Gabby to quelch their thirst, and as the teens stalked off towards the bathroom, hand-in-hand, I took a moment to reflect on the conflict between the two alpha females in the adjacent room. This villa had been getting too small to fit both Fleur and Yasmine for some time now, my girlfriend and her father's mistress seeming to have an odd talent of constantly finding new things to dislike about each other. Were they simply too different - or too
similar - to get along?
Though I brought bottles for Fleur and Yasmine with me, neither woman accepted one, instead preferring to glare at one another from the opposite ends of the room. Even a relatively oblivious guy like myself couldn't ignore the incredibly tense atmophere. After a short while, apparently getting bored with the impromptu staring competition, the Arab hottie strutted off to the table closest to the poolside windows. She grabbed her phone, checking it for messages. Since Yasmine's back was turned to me, one couldn't really expect me to resist the temptation of leering at the dusky woman's shapely figure. This was one of her best angles, after all.
And to be perfectly honest, the brunette did have seriously nice legs and ass. At least on par with Rebecca's, and maybe even in the same league as my girlfriend's prized gems. They did fall just short of Gabrielle's smaller (but absolutely phenomenal-looking) rear though, I thought, sneaking a quick glance at the cute blonde who'd just made her way back to the living room. Aside from Megan, the 18-year-old had the nicest bum I'd ever seen.
Noticing some movement to my left, I turned to see Fleur begin to make her way to the middle of the room. She'd already peeled off her dress, revealing the matching pair of light pink lingerie underneath, and was currently reaching behind her back. A delicate snap indicated the clasp's release, and we all watched the French girl's bra slide down slowly. Fleur flashed me a quick grin before slinging the garment to the side. Her firm, thick tits jiggled slightly, resting noticeably high on her chest.
"Damn, girl," Rebecca whistled, leaning against the kitchen doorway as she stared at my girlfriend's perfect DD rack. "Those are even nicer than I thought! Please tell me you and Gabs like to borrow each other's toys?" she murmured with a suggestive wink, earning a chortle from Fleur and causing the younger French blonde to sputter. I saw Gabrielle narrow her eyes at the smirking lingerie model.
"Careful now, Becky," Fleur grinned at the teens. "It's never a good idea to piss of the girl who owns your ass. Or boobs. Gabby can be a mean bitch if you get on her bad side."
The redhead laughed, turning towards her lover and pouting adorably. "Aww, I'm sorry for teasing you, pumpkin. It was just a joke, I swear! Please don't be mad at me?" Rebecca cooed, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Babe, the only joke around here are your soft, mushy udders," the blonde replied sweetly, regarding the Dutch girl with a devious expression. "You'll be sucking a lot of pussy to make up for that. Good thing we have the whole afternoon to ourselves."
Fleur snickered loudly, drawing my attention back to her again.
As I drank in my girlfriend's naked Double D jugs, I couldn't help but note that they weren't quite as pert as Gabrielle's dense, compact orbs were. That was only to be expected of course, as Fleur's rack was also both larger and heavier than her sister's. My girlfriend's boobs did look absolutely gorgeous in their own right of course, and had a remarkably round and full shape for their size. Well, for pretty much any size, really. I'd seen only a handful of pairs that were able to match (let alone surpass) Fleur's big boobs in firmness, and none of those could hope to compete with the blonde when it came to volume. I really was one lucky bastard.
Fleur stood still while Yasmine strode to her, smirking confidently as she whipped her own top off. I watched the dark brown bikini land on a side table and almost knock some glasses down onto the floor. Both beautiful, shapely women cupped their breasts at almost the exactly same time, keeping their gaze firmly locked onto their rival's. The age difference was more pronounced than in the previous fight, Yasmine being almost a decade older than my 20-year-old girlfriend, but otherwise the fighters seemed to match up rather well. And while Fleur's figure did show slightly more muscle tone, her dark-haired opponent was far from soft or flabby.
Once the two buxom contestants finally lined up their tits, it looked like the brunette's pair might've been just a tiny bit smaller than my girlfriend's. But if that really was the case, the difference was barely perceptible, and any potentially resulting size advantage too minor to count on. More worryingly, it wasn't easy to tell which set was the firmer, either, though I did think Fleur's boobs sat slightly higher on her chest, appearing to have a hint less sag and visible hang. Which meant almost none at all.
At the same time, Yasmine's olive-toned boobs had an undeniably appealing, almost artistic 'swooping' shape: full and rounded at the base, but becoming more and more pointy towards the tip. As a matter of fact, the unusual form actually made her nipples appear to point slightly
upwards. While conical would probably be too strong a word to describe them, the brunette's tits did seem somewhat perkier than Fleur's more spherical globes, and I found myself wondering if those long, sharpened peaks would be as good at digging into opposing flesh as they looked. All in all, the Arab beauty appeared to possess a surprisingly powerful - not to mention attractive - pair of knockers.
Sexy eyes, a great ass, and an awesome rack to boot. I could definitely see why Fleur's dad loved shagging her.
As the two shapely young women faced off, still glaring at each other, both pairs bounced and shook just noticeably. I watched Fleur stretch her back, bending forward a bit and letting her heavy boobs fall away, while Yasmine stretched up, curving her back and forcing her sizable tits out and towards us. My girlfriend's big, round jugs swung enticingly, and I was impressed to notice that Yasmine's breasts didn't lose much of their perky shape, even as her breasts spread just slightly at the base against her ribs. This wasn't going to be an easy fight after all, I realized, starting to feel a bit anxious. Yasmine's claim of a clean win-loss record was getting more believable by the minute.
Once they were done stretching (and perhaps more importantly, showing off), both women took a few quick steps toward each other. Their large breasts bounced on their chests for a moment, the dense, ample titmeat rippling enticingly before it settled down.
"I'm going to enjoy burying those weak, ugly udders under my pair, you little slut," Yasmine sneered. "That should teach you to turn your nose up at me."
"Watch who you call ugly, skank," my girlfriend shot back. "You've got nothing on me. An average body, a soft, wobbly ass and a glammed-up horse face. Not to mention those fat, pointy sacks," she hissed. I studied Fleur for a second, noting my girlfriend's unusually venomous expression as she stared the olive-skinned woman down. Yasmine glared right back, the brunette's dark, smoldering eyes full of anger.
"I'm way hotter than you are. And we both know just how much you hate that fact," my girlfriend continued spitefully.
"My god, you really are delusional," Yasmine replied, her voice cruel and mocking, though I did see the brunette's jaw tense a bit. "Rich girls like you always think they've got it all: The prettiest barbie slut in town, with a perfect pair of big, round titties to shove in everyone's faces," she drawled lazily, shaking her head at my girlfriend. "But in reality, you're nothing. My better, firmer jugs will grind your precious boobs to paste."
"And after I've tamed those, Blondie, I'm going to dismantle the rest of your stuck-up body. One part at a time. Breaking prissy little bitches is my speciality," the smoky-eyed Arab breathed out confidently, running her gaze up and down my girlfriend's figure and giving it a contemptuous sneer. "Too bad they never last long against a real woman. You won't be any different. I bet you'll actually cry when your weak, quivering pussy surrenders to mine."
"Oh, we'll see just who breaks who, you dirty
pute," my girlfriend snarled, narrowing her eyes at the brunette and her dismissive tone. "Your sobs of despair and defeat are going to be music to my ears. Good luck seducing a new sugar daddy with loose, droopy tits - that's all you'll ever have once I'm done remodeling them. Making you come under me like the cheap whore you are will be just a nice bonus."
A brief but tense silence followed Fleur's words, being eventually broken by Rebecca's whispered "wow" as the flustered-looking redhead sat down next to her lover. The Dutch girl's eyes were flickering between the two, and it seemed she was both shocked and aroused in equal measure. Personally, I was leaning more towards the latter.
We could practically feel Fleur's anger coming off her in waves, while Yasmine seemed more controlled, her fury apparently of a colder variant. I realized that Gabrielle, Becky and I were little more than window dressing for this particular clash of wills and bodies. It was as if some deep, hidden power was urging Fleur and Yasmine to dominate the other, intensely proud young woman. To force their rival to submit and to acknowledge their superiority, both physically and mentally.
There was little time to digest that thought further, however. The unmistakable rumble of an engine could be heard from outside, causing all five of us to glance up towards the source. Given the hot and sunny Caribbean climate, most windows were kept open all day round to let the refreshing sea breeze in. And as a consequence, it was relatively easy to tell whenever a car was pulling up in the driveway. Actually, make that two cars.
Fuck.
Finding myself suddenly frozen in place, I watched Gabrielle rush to the front of the villa. She proceeded to take a quick peek outside to see who it was.
"
Oh putain," the young blonde groaned in her native language, Gabby's delicate, beautiful face paling visibly. "It's mom and dad - along with a bunch of some other oldies!"
That exclamation was definitely effective in snapping the rest of us into action. Both Fleur and Yasmine immediately scrambled to find their abandoned tops, while Rebecca and I started moving the furniture back into their normal places. Shit, shit, shit! My girlfriend was still in the process of re-clasping her bra - her sun dress laying in a pile on the floor - when we heard the door creak open. That sudden sound made Yasmine jump, causing the topless woman to drop her newly-found bikini with a yelp. With a mutual look of apprehension, Fleur and I slowly turned towards the entrance. This would require some explaining.
To my immense relief, however, we saw Gabrielle step outside and close the door behind her, no doubt planning to stall her parents and their guests for some crucial time. I made a mental note to thank the quick-thinking girl afterwards.
As Becky and I were lifting the last table to its original spot, I noticed Yasmine strut out to the pool area, struggling to tie the straps of her bikini together behind her back. The olive-skinned hottie's thick, nicely rounded ass cheeks bounced and jiggled deliciously as she made her way to a sunlounger, and I caught a glimpse of the woman's annoyed face as she plopped down on the chair, looking sullen to say the least. Glancing over at Fleur, I could see my girlfriend sporting a similarly disappointed expression. The blonde beauty had managed to pull her summer dress back on, and seemed to be busy smoothing out some creases.
Our gazes met again for a short moment, and I watched Fleur's lips curl into a wry, resigned grimace of a smile.
"Told you. My parents really do have terrible timing."
I could only snort at the understatement.
***
Oh dear, looks like the boat trip was cut short for some reason. Engine trouble, perhaps? LOL! You can thank good ol' Ragnarok for the inspiration - I've always found his thrilling, teasing cliffhanger endings to be highly...
evocative.
The other reason is of course that I have a huge amount of work stuff on my plate right now, and wanted to finally get this damn chapter finished!
