[orangemoose]

Can someone post Shindy’s story ‘Best Tits on Campus’?

[HumanPerson]

I think I've got the whole thing in pieces.

Here goes (first post was July 21, 2003.


Part 1

Sophomore year.  A bunch of us were in the fraternity house, in someone's room, drinking as usual.  As was standard, regardless of the company, all talk turned to girls.  We began to discuss first who had the best body and then who had the best parts and of course, we quickly got to tits.

"Michelle Cacciatore"  said one of my friends. 

"No, " said Tom, "We all know Julianne Montgomery has the best tits."

"Yeah!" chimed in someone else.

"They're almost perfect." said another.

"They are far and away perfect.  There are none better--" someone else was saying until he was cutoff by a female voice.

"No they're not."  We were all stunned.  It was Naomi, the house "Little Sister" who was always around for these conversations and usually just pretended to ignore them.  Naomi though, had been drinking a little more than usual and looked up from the beating she was giving one of my other friends on some xbox video game to participate in the conversation. 

"What?" someone asked.

"They're not." she replied resolutely.

"Oh, Naomi, shut the fuck up, since when do you look at tits?"  chided one of the guys.

"Jake, are you an idiot?" she asked, getting bolder. "The girl is on the soccer team with me and we are in the same sorority--in fact we're in the same goddamn pledge class you moron.  I look at tits-- HER tits all the time."

We all sat quietly for a moment.

"Anyway, " Naomi continued, "Melissa Griggs has the best tits on campus.  Ask any girl who works out at Campbell Hall."

We all looked at each other.  Finally, I said "Who the fuck is Melissa Griggs?"

"She's not in a sorority, that's why you don't know her, but she's a really sweet girl from Nebraska, and she's got the best body on campus, hands down."

We looked around and then Jake said, "Well, we don't know her, so she doesn't count, unless you bring her to the next mixer so we can judge for ourselves."  Everyone chuckled.

Naomi mumbled something we couldn't hear.

"What?" I asked.

"I said, even if you don't count Melissa, Julianne Montgomery does NOT have the best tits on campus--there are other girls who have better tits."

"Oh YEAH?" Jake hollared. "Like who?"

Naomi dropped her head and mumbled something.

"Well?" Jake pressed.

"Never mind." Naomi said and turned back to her video game. 

Jake teased her a bit and then gave her a shot of tequila.  She drank it.  We continued to drink and keep at our conversation and Jake continued to tease Naomi about who had the best tits on campus.

"Are you just jealous?" Jake pushed.

Apparently that was the last straw.  Naomi gave Jake the finger and then shouted, "Jake you fucking asshole, I have better tits than that blonde bimbo!"

The room became silent.  None of us knew what to say, Naomi never wore anything smaller than an extra large sweatshirt, she was one of the best athletes we knew, and none of us really looked at her like a girl, but now that she said that...

Jake became hysterical.  It was contagious.  Half the room was laughing.

"Prove it." Jake challenged.  Naomi blushed, her deep olive skin was obviously bright red. 

"You dick." she hissed at Jake.  Just 'cause you don't look doesn't mean they aren't there. 

"C'mon Naomi," someone else jumped in, "Can't you prove it? Please?" 

She looked around the room.  "I'm drunk enough that I have an idea. " she said, reaching for the phone.  "Clear the party room of the furniture." she instructed.

The boys scrambled.  They tripped over one another trying to figure out what Naomi was going to do to prove that she had better tits than her teammate Julianne. She came down to the party room five minutes later.  She had put on make-up and suddenly all of us were really aware that she was a girl.  Her straight brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her deep brown eyes were magical in appearance.  The little bit of make-up made her look absolutely stunning.  Little did I know what would come of this night between me and Naomi, but that's for another day.  Her half-cherokee, half-italian complexion was high-cheekboned and flawless.  Now we actually began to notice how pretty she was.  She still had her body covered in a big oversized sweatshirt though.  There was suddenly a knock at the door.  It was the president of Naomi and Julianne's sorority and the captain of the soccer team.  She escorted Julianne in--who also had obviously been drinking and asked Naomi if she was sure she wanted to do this here.  Naomi said yes and Julianne just glared at her but agreed similarly when asked the question.  Julianne and Naomi were such a lesson in opposites.  Julianne had straight blonde hair, was always primped and never left anything to the imagination.  She walked in in full makeup, with a white micro-miniskirt, high heels, and a red and white striped spaghetti strap tank-top.  Her big tits were almost falling out of the shirt and they barely jiggled when she walked. 

"Hey guys, " she said, slurring her words a little.  She knew most of us, and was pretty comfortable around all of us, just not as comfortable as Naomi.  "I heard you guys wanted me and Naomi to have a little contest?"

No one could say anything, as this had come as a total surprise.  I think half the room may have came in their pants.  We had no idea this was coming, and truth be told, we still didn't really have any idea what was coming. 

"Because I'm drunk, and because of some of the rules of my sorority, I am willing to participate.  But, I ain't so thrilled about it." 

We all looked at each other.  "Okay..." we said.

She turned to Naomi.  "Omee..." (that was Naomi's sorority nickname) "You understand that in front of your fraternity, you really want to do this?" Naomi nodded.  "And you know this will be different than at the house, there won't be any rules beyond standard here, right?" Naomi nodded and I think at this point, those who hadn't came before, finished now.

"Okay, well then boys, you're in for a treat.  You're about to see the two best sets of horns in the sorority, as we say, 'buck it up'." 

We all must have looked dumbfounded. "You know," she said, "Likedeer?"

Suddenly it dawned on us.  They were going to butt chests until one of them won, like two deer or rams butting one another with their horns or antlers.  We all started cheering.  We would have been excited just to see Julianne's tits, but now we got to see them up close and in competition. 

"Now because I lost a bet, I have to say something, and you all should know.  The last time we did this, " she paused.  We were all like, 'Last Time?'  She resumed, "Which was at the sorority house by the way--usually the only place we do this--Naomi won.  That's why I have to be here now."

Jake's mouth dropped to the floor as Naomi flipped him the bird.  Suddenly we knew why she was so adamant about having better tits.  But us guys knew that just because she beat Julianne in this contest thing didn't mean her tits looked better--she didn't even have enough to show through her clothes...

Suddenly Julianne's beautiful orbs were out and about for all to see.  The blond was tanned except for triangles over her breasts.  She had perfectly round, half dollar sized areolae and her pink nipples firmed up to fighting weight as soon as the air hit them.  She grabbed her tits and squeezed them with both hands.  "36d." she said smiling. Suddenly her skirt was off and she was standing there in a white thong.  Her body was firm and her legs perfect, mostly a result of her soccer playing.  We were all so focused on Julianne that none of us noticed Naomi removing her sweatshirt.

When we turned back, Naomi was smirking, standing there only in a thong.  I think the entire room gasped.  First of all, I think we all figured Naomi would be wearing boxers.  Secondly, Naomi had a tatoo on her left hip, a small one, but not something we would expect.  Thirdly, she had a washboard stomach, finely sculpted legs and absolutely INCREDIBLE tits.  Her brown skin was only slightly lighter from her bikini line over her breasts.  Her areolae were dark brown and were slightly bigger than Julianne's and her nipples were big and plump.  As we looked we all were sure that Naomi's tits were bigger.  She groped herself as well.  "36d also." she said, just not as boldly. 

She looked at Julianne, "Ready?" she asked.

"Yep.  It's different this time, Naomi, you know that, right?"

Naomi nodded.  "Let's do this."  Naomi didn't know, but she had already won in a way.  She showed all of us that not only could she hang with us, drink with us, and play with us, but she was damn hot too. 

We were all startled out of our reverie by the thwack of flesh as the two girls' breasts slammed together.  Naomi grunted.  Julianne slammed her tits into Naomi's and the brunette's tits were quickly knocked from side to side as the blonde became the aggressor.  Naomi grunted with each blow as Julianne quickly took control.  Naomi's dark tits were flattened and pressed from side to side as Julianne's moved forward.  Naomi found herself being backed up as the blonde's big tits pressed forward and her nipples attacked like slicing knives.  Naomi looked frantic and suddenly she found herself flipped onto her back as Julianne forced her over a low couch.  Naomi squealed as she landed ass up on the couch.  Julianne backed into the middle of the room, massaging her tits.  She played to the crowd clasping her hands above her head as if to simulate victory as the room cheered.  Naomi had gotten to her feet now and was ready again, apparently. 

"I warned you it was different..." chimed Julianne.

The two slammed together again.  The thwack was even louder.  Julianne this time, took a half step back and Naomi moved to take advantage.  The two fighters hit face on and they pressed their tits into each other's and Julianne's once again began to engulf Naomi's.  The look on Naomi's face belied her bewilderment at the situation, as her tits were flattened against her chest.

The struggle went on, but try as she might, we could all tell Naomi was outgunned...



Part 2

We all knew Naomi was the better athlete.  Although both women were soccer players, Naomi was a star and Julianne just a decent player.  Their legs strained as they increased the pressure on one another's chest.  Julianne began "butting" her tits into Naomi's, knocking them about as she pushed her rival backwards again.  Naomi grunted as she fought back but although her will was strong, her tits were not performing as she would have liked.  They were beginning to swell and those of us watching closely could see that they were beginning to get softer and give even more as they slammed into the blonde's powerful mammaries.

It was obvious to me that whatever had happened in the past between these two gladiators had led to a different result as to what was happening here tonight and it was clear that Naomi was disturbed by this.  The two women began to sweat a little and so their tits began to slide, especially as they increased the pressure between them.  At one point, as the two leaned at a fairly severe angle, Naomi's tits almost flat and compressed down by Julianne's, the two girls lost their "grip" and their footing and they stumbled past one another with a yelp.  With the two separated momentarily, we all had a chance to survey the progress of this heated, one-sided contest. 

Naomi's tits were now very red and swollen.  They looked like overstuffed pillows.  Her nipples were sinking in a little--certainly not as erect as they had been at the beginning of the fight.  Her face looked pained--we all knew it wasn't the physical punishment--we had witnessed Naomi take a few punches in the face during a fistfight with a guy and not flinch--rather it was the emotional embarrassment that was doing the most damage.  I was even pretty sure I could see a tear or two streak her make up down her face.

Julianne was a vision of the opposite.  Her tits were definitely red and slightly softer, but her nipples were still erect and she still had a broad beautiful smile on her face.  She rubbed her big orbs and pressed them together.

"C'mon Naomi, let's call it a night.  You know where you really stand now, and now you know why the fight during pledging wasn't really accurate.  Why don't you quit before you're really embarrassed..." Julianne taunted her opponent.

"No..." mumbled Naomi, "I never quit.  You're going to have to beat me outright."

"Haven't I already?" persisted Julianne.

"I'm still standing aren't I?" Naomi replied, pressing her tits together...

"Youare but your tits aren't."

Naomi sneered at Julianne and a chuckle arose from the crowd.  "Let's get back to it." hissed Naomi.

Julianne shook her head in disbelief and she mumbled "Okay..."

Suddenly, as if on cue, the two women charged one another.  They smacked together with a deafening slam of titflesh that made even us guys cringe with pain. 

"OHH!" yelped one fighter...

"Oh my GOD!" groaned the other.  One girl was down, clutching her chest.  The other stood over her, clearly hurt but also clearly not AS hurt as her foe.  The fighter on the ground moaned as she rubbed her tits and struggled to her feet.  The fighter on her feet egged her up.  Suddenly, the tide seemed to have turned, Naomi stood over Julianne as the blonde got up, and for the first time, her face wasn't in a scowl.

Julianne got to her feet and Naomi quickly began to tit-box with her.  Right then left, the two fighters slammed their weighty flesh into one another.  Despite renewed vigor, Naomi's tits had still been severely damaged and were clearly not as effective as she would have liked.  Julianne however, had now begun to show wear and tear, it was if that big blow had really taken some wind out of her sails.  The two women began "butting" again, this time however going back and forth in their steps, rather than all in Julianne's favor.

Naomi suddenly grunted with exertion as she bent at her knees and used her powerful legs to throw her entire body into a chest blow at Julianne.  Julianne squealed as her tits were massively crushed against her chest and she was knocked back into the wall.  Naomi smiled now as she raced at Julianne and used her own battered orbs to slam into her injured opponent. 

Pressed against the wall, Julianne was powerless to swing her big weapons into use, so she suffered a fairly one-sided onslaught until she was able to get enough leverage to use the wall to shove Naomi away.  Once again the crowd had a chance to survey the situation.  Suddenly, things looked very different.

Naomi's tits were bright red.  Little blood vessels had begun to burst in her skin leaving strange looking black-and-blue marks.  Her nipples were puffy and didn't stand erect at all.  Her tits which once stood tall now sagged considerably.

For Julianne, her mammaries no longer fared much better.  Her tits were swollen and sagged quite a bit, she had a big bruise just inside her cleavage on her left tit and her nipples were basically hiding in her areolae.  She gingerly rubbed her glands as if trying to coax them back into battle. 

The two fighters looked at each other and then their hands, nodding. By mutual agreement, they came slowly together and grabbed each other's breasts.  They both grimaced as they simultaneously began to squeeze and dig their nails in.  Titflesh oozed from between their fingers and they each began to stumble about the room on powerful legs as they pushed and pulled each other's tits beyond believable limits.

We watched in stunned silence as the two fighters squealed, yelped, grunted and groaned as they stretched their once proud tits like taffy, first one way and then another, causing one another to stumble and trip and fall, just to get back up again, but never to release their grip.

Julianne, probably because Naomi has the pain threshold of a thousand men, was the first to begin crying outright.  Naomi's face became flushed rather soon there after though and tears rapidly followed that.  Blood oozed from one of Naomi's tits where one of Julianne's fingernails had punctured the skin. 

The two women finally met in the middle of the room, each with a death grip on the other's mammaries.  Black make-up ran in streaks down both their faces, their hair was plastered to their head by sweat.  They hissed and mumbled at one another inaudibly to those of us watching.  We could no longer tell who was winning, but one thing we all uniformly could tell was that all four breasts in that room had been distorted beyond reality. 

And then the end began.  One of the two fighters squealed as her knees buckled from the pain. 

First one knee buckled, then it collapsed and the other went with it.  As she fell to the floor, she moaned, "Oh God, I can't believe this is happening..."  Her grip on her foe slipped away as she groped at her own agonized tits as her foe, now with much better leverage straddling her, increased the pressure and the twisting of her tortured mammary flesh. 

"...puh-lease....o..kay...puh-puh-puhlease...enough, you win..." moaned Julianne as Naomi straddled her.  Naomi rolled off and began to sob, covering her tits with her arms, she struggled to her feet and grabbed her sweatshirt and ran upstairs, sobbing.  Some of the guys ran to attend to Julianne, some sat stunned, and I ran up to attend to Naomi...

but that's the story of another day...

[The Chameleon]

God I miss Shindy! One of the best writers I've ever read!

[The Chameleon]

Can someone post Shindy’s story ‘Best Tits on Campus’?

https://web.archive.org/web/20170519055602/http://www.hostboard.com/forums/f294/176906-huge-list-female-rivalrys-erotic-stories.html

You can find all of Shindy's stories at that link (along with other wonderful authors submissions)

And most of BToC can be found here

https://web.archive.org/web/20140309014447/http://www.hostboard.com:80/forums/f294/177193-best-tits-campus-shindy-all-parts-re-post.html

[Thommy1982]

https://web.archive.org/web/20170519055602/http://www.hostboard.com/forums/f294/176906-huge-list-female-rivalrys-erotic-stories.html

[orangemoose]

I still can’t read the full story but maybe I’m confused

[tjtothemax]

Do you have the rest of the story? the links seem to cut off before the end of it and I cannot access page 2

I think I've got the whole thing in pieces.

Here goes (first post was July 21, 2003.


Part 1

Sophomore year.  A bunch of us were in the fraternity house, in someone's room, drinking as usual.  As was standard, regardless of the company, all talk turned to girls.  We began to discuss first who had the best body and then who had the best parts and of course, we quickly got to tits.

"Michelle Cacciatore"  said one of my friends. 

"No, " said Tom, "We all know Julianne Montgomery has the best tits."

"Yeah!" chimed in someone else.

"They're almost perfect." said another.

"They are far and away perfect.  There are none better--" someone else was saying until he was cutoff by a female voice.

"No they're not."  We were all stunned.  It was Naomi, the house "Little Sister" who was always around for these conversations and usually just pretended to ignore them.  Naomi though, had been drinking a little more than usual and looked up from the beating she was giving one of my other friends on some xbox video game to participate in the conversation. 

"What?" someone asked.

"They're not." she replied resolutely.

"Oh, Naomi, shut the fuck up, since when do you look at tits?"  chided one of the guys.

"Jake, are you an idiot?" she asked, getting bolder. "The girl is on the soccer team with me and we are in the same sorority--in fact we're in the same goddamn pledge class you moron.  I look at tits-- HER tits all the time."

We all sat quietly for a moment.

"Anyway, " Naomi continued, "Melissa Griggs has the best tits on campus.  Ask any girl who works out at Campbell Hall."

We all looked at each other.  Finally, I said "Who the fuck is Melissa Griggs?"

"She's not in a sorority, that's why you don't know her, but she's a really sweet girl from Nebraska, and she's got the best body on campus, hands down."

We looked around and then Jake said, "Well, we don't know her, so she doesn't count, unless you bring her to the next mixer so we can judge for ourselves."  Everyone chuckled.

Naomi mumbled something we couldn't hear.

"What?" I asked.

"I said, even if you don't count Melissa, Julianne Montgomery does NOT have the best tits on campus--there are other girls who have better tits."

"Oh YEAH?" Jake hollared. "Like who?"

Naomi dropped her head and mumbled something.

"Well?" Jake pressed.

"Never mind." Naomi said and turned back to her video game. 

Jake teased her a bit and then gave her a shot of tequila.  She drank it.  We continued to drink and keep at our conversation and Jake continued to tease Naomi about who had the best tits on campus.

"Are you just jealous?" Jake pushed.

Apparently that was the last straw.  Naomi gave Jake the finger and then shouted, "Jake you fucking asshole, I have better tits than that blonde bimbo!"

The room became silent.  None of us knew what to say, Naomi never wore anything smaller than an extra large sweatshirt, she was one of the best athletes we knew, and none of us really looked at her like a girl, but now that she said that...

Jake became hysterical.  It was contagious.  Half the room was laughing.

"Prove it." Jake challenged.  Naomi blushed, her deep olive skin was obviously bright red. 

"You dick." she hissed at Jake.  Just 'cause you don't look doesn't mean they aren't there. 

"C'mon Naomi," someone else jumped in, "Can't you prove it? Please?" 

She looked around the room.  "I'm drunk enough that I have an idea. " she said, reaching for the phone.  "Clear the party room of the furniture." she instructed.

The boys scrambled.  They tripped over one another trying to figure out what Naomi was going to do to prove that she had better tits than her teammate Julianne. She came down to the party room five minutes later.  She had put on make-up and suddenly all of us were really aware that she was a girl.  Her straight brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her deep brown eyes were magical in appearance.  The little bit of make-up made her look absolutely stunning.  Little did I know what would come of this night between me and Naomi, but that's for another day.  Her half-cherokee, half-italian complexion was high-cheekboned and flawless.  Now we actually began to notice how pretty she was.  She still had her body covered in a big oversized sweatshirt though.  There was suddenly a knock at the door.  It was the president of Naomi and Julianne's sorority and the captain of the soccer team.  She escorted Julianne in--who also had obviously been drinking and asked Naomi if she was sure she wanted to do this here.  Naomi said yes and Julianne just glared at her but agreed similarly when asked the question.  Julianne and Naomi were such a lesson in opposites.  Julianne had straight blonde hair, was always primped and never left anything to the imagination.  She walked in in full makeup, with a white micro-miniskirt, high heels, and a red and white striped spaghetti strap tank-top.  Her big tits were almost falling out of the shirt and they barely jiggled when she walked. 

"Hey guys, " she said, slurring her words a little.  She knew most of us, and was pretty comfortable around all of us, just not as comfortable as Naomi.  "I heard you guys wanted me and Naomi to have a little contest?"

No one could say anything, as this had come as a total surprise.  I think half the room may have came in their pants.  We had no idea this was coming, and truth be told, we still didn't really have any idea what was coming. 

"Because I'm drunk, and because of some of the rules of my sorority, I am willing to participate.  But, I ain't so thrilled about it." 

We all looked at each other.  "Okay..." we said.

She turned to Naomi.  "Omee..." (that was Naomi's sorority nickname) "You understand that in front of your fraternity, you really want to do this?" Naomi nodded.  "And you know this will be different than at the house, there won't be any rules beyond standard here, right?" Naomi nodded and I think at this point, those who hadn't came before, finished now.

"Okay, well then boys, you're in for a treat.  You're about to see the two best sets of horns in the sorority, as we say, 'buck it up'." 

We all must have looked dumbfounded. "You know," she said, "Likedeer?"

Suddenly it dawned on us.  They were going to butt chests until one of them won, like two deer or rams butting one another with their horns or antlers.  We all started cheering.  We would have been excited just to see Julianne's tits, but now we got to see them up close and in competition. 

"Now because I lost a bet, I have to say something, and you all should know.  The last time we did this, " she paused.  We were all like, 'Last Time?'  She resumed, "Which was at the sorority house by the way--usually the only place we do this--Naomi won.  That's why I have to be here now."

Jake's mouth dropped to the floor as Naomi flipped him the bird.  Suddenly we knew why she was so adamant about having better tits.  But us guys knew that just because she beat Julianne in this contest thing didn't mean her tits looked better--she didn't even have enough to show through her clothes...

Suddenly Julianne's beautiful orbs were out and about for all to see.  The blond was tanned except for triangles over her breasts.  She had perfectly round, half dollar sized areolae and her pink nipples firmed up to fighting weight as soon as the air hit them.  She grabbed her tits and squeezed them with both hands.  "36d." she said smiling. Suddenly her skirt was off and she was standing there in a white thong.  Her body was firm and her legs perfect, mostly a result of her soccer playing.  We were all so focused on Julianne that none of us noticed Naomi removing her sweatshirt.

When we turned back, Naomi was smirking, standing there only in a thong.  I think the entire room gasped.  First of all, I think we all figured Naomi would be wearing boxers.  Secondly, Naomi had a tatoo on her left hip, a small one, but not something we would expect.  Thirdly, she had a washboard stomach, finely sculpted legs and absolutely INCREDIBLE tits.  Her brown skin was only slightly lighter from her bikini line over her breasts.  Her areolae were dark brown and were slightly bigger than Julianne's and her nipples were big and plump.  As we looked we all were sure that Naomi's tits were bigger.  She groped herself as well.  "36d also." she said, just not as boldly. 

She looked at Julianne, "Ready?" she asked.

"Yep.  It's different this time, Naomi, you know that, right?"

Naomi nodded.  "Let's do this."  Naomi didn't know, but she had already won in a way.  She showed all of us that not only could she hang with us, drink with us, and play with us, but she was damn hot too. 

We were all startled out of our reverie by the thwack of flesh as the two girls' breasts slammed together.  Naomi grunted.  Julianne slammed her tits into Naomi's and the brunette's tits were quickly knocked from side to side as the blonde became the aggressor.  Naomi grunted with each blow as Julianne quickly took control.  Naomi's dark tits were flattened and pressed from side to side as Julianne's moved forward.  Naomi found herself being backed up as the blonde's big tits pressed forward and her nipples attacked like slicing knives.  Naomi looked frantic and suddenly she found herself flipped onto her back as Julianne forced her over a low couch.  Naomi squealed as she landed ass up on the couch.  Julianne backed into the middle of the room, massaging her tits.  She played to the crowd clasping her hands above her head as if to simulate victory as the room cheered.  Naomi had gotten to her feet now and was ready again, apparently. 

"I warned you it was different..." chimed Julianne.

The two slammed together again.  The thwack was even louder.  Julianne this time, took a half step back and Naomi moved to take advantage.  The two fighters hit face on and they pressed their tits into each other's and Julianne's once again began to engulf Naomi's.  The look on Naomi's face belied her bewilderment at the situation, as her tits were flattened against her chest.

The struggle went on, but try as she might, we could all tell Naomi was outgunned...



Part 2

We all knew Naomi was the better athlete.  Although both women were soccer players, Naomi was a star and Julianne just a decent player.  Their legs strained as they increased the pressure on one another's chest.  Julianne began "butting" her tits into Naomi's, knocking them about as she pushed her rival backwards again.  Naomi grunted as she fought back but although her will was strong, her tits were not performing as she would have liked.  They were beginning to swell and those of us watching closely could see that they were beginning to get softer and give even more as they slammed into the blonde's powerful mammaries.

It was obvious to me that whatever had happened in the past between these two gladiators had led to a different result as to what was happening here tonight and it was clear that Naomi was disturbed by this.  The two women began to sweat a little and so their tits began to slide, especially as they increased the pressure between them.  At one point, as the two leaned at a fairly severe angle, Naomi's tits almost flat and compressed down by Julianne's, the two girls lost their "grip" and their footing and they stumbled past one another with a yelp.  With the two separated momentarily, we all had a chance to survey the progress of this heated, one-sided contest. 

Naomi's tits were now very red and swollen.  They looked like overstuffed pillows.  Her nipples were sinking in a little--certainly not as erect as they had been at the beginning of the fight.  Her face looked pained--we all knew it wasn't the physical punishment--we had witnessed Naomi take a few punches in the face during a fistfight with a guy and not flinch--rather it was the emotional embarrassment that was doing the most damage.  I was even pretty sure I could see a tear or two streak her make up down her face.

Julianne was a vision of the opposite.  Her tits were definitely red and slightly softer, but her nipples were still erect and she still had a broad beautiful smile on her face.  She rubbed her big orbs and pressed them together.

"C'mon Naomi, let's call it a night.  You know where you really stand now, and now you know why the fight during pledging wasn't really accurate.  Why don't you quit before you're really embarrassed..." Julianne taunted her opponent.

"No..." mumbled Naomi, "I never quit.  You're going to have to beat me outright."

"Haven't I already?" persisted Julianne.

"I'm still standing aren't I?" Naomi replied, pressing her tits together...

"Youare but your tits aren't."

Naomi sneered at Julianne and a chuckle arose from the crowd.  "Let's get back to it." hissed Naomi.

Julianne shook her head in disbelief and she mumbled "Okay..."

Suddenly, as if on cue, the two women charged one another.  They smacked together with a deafening slam of titflesh that made even us guys cringe with pain. 

"OHH!" yelped one fighter...

"Oh my GOD!" groaned the other.  One girl was down, clutching her chest.  The other stood over her, clearly hurt but also clearly not AS hurt as her foe.  The fighter on the ground moaned as she rubbed her tits and struggled to her feet.  The fighter on her feet egged her up.  Suddenly, the tide seemed to have turned, Naomi stood over Julianne as the blonde got up, and for the first time, her face wasn't in a scowl.

Julianne got to her feet and Naomi quickly began to tit-box with her.  Right then left, the two fighters slammed their weighty flesh into one another.  Despite renewed vigor, Naomi's tits had still been severely damaged and were clearly not as effective as she would have liked.  Julianne however, had now begun to show wear and tear, it was if that big blow had really taken some wind out of her sails.  The two women began "butting" again, this time however going back and forth in their steps, rather than all in Julianne's favor.

Naomi suddenly grunted with exertion as she bent at her knees and used her powerful legs to throw her entire body into a chest blow at Julianne.  Julianne squealed as her tits were massively crushed against her chest and she was knocked back into the wall.  Naomi smiled now as she raced at Julianne and used her own battered orbs to slam into her injured opponent. 

Pressed against the wall, Julianne was powerless to swing her big weapons into use, so she suffered a fairly one-sided onslaught until she was able to get enough leverage to use the wall to shove Naomi away.  Once again the crowd had a chance to survey the situation.  Suddenly, things looked very different.

Naomi's tits were bright red.  Little blood vessels had begun to burst in her skin leaving strange looking black-and-blue marks.  Her nipples were puffy and didn't stand erect at all.  Her tits which once stood tall now sagged considerably.

For Julianne, her mammaries no longer fared much better.  Her tits were swollen and sagged quite a bit, she had a big bruise just inside her cleavage on her left tit and her nipples were basically hiding in her areolae.  She gingerly rubbed her glands as if trying to coax them back into battle. 

The two fighters looked at each other and then their hands, nodding. By mutual agreement, they came slowly together and grabbed each other's breasts.  They both grimaced as they simultaneously began to squeeze and dig their nails in.  Titflesh oozed from between their fingers and they each began to stumble about the room on powerful legs as they pushed and pulled each other's tits beyond believable limits.

We watched in stunned silence as the two fighters squealed, yelped, grunted and groaned as they stretched their once proud tits like taffy, first one way and then another, causing one another to stumble and trip and fall, just to get back up again, but never to release their grip.

Julianne, probably because Naomi has the pain threshold of a thousand men, was the first to begin crying outright.  Naomi's face became flushed rather soon there after though and tears rapidly followed that.  Blood oozed from one of Naomi's tits where one of Julianne's fingernails had punctured the skin. 

The two women finally met in the middle of the room, each with a death grip on the other's mammaries.  Black make-up ran in streaks down both their faces, their hair was plastered to their head by sweat.  They hissed and mumbled at one another inaudibly to those of us watching.  We could no longer tell who was winning, but one thing we all uniformly could tell was that all four breasts in that room had been distorted beyond reality. 

And then the end began.  One of the two fighters squealed as her knees buckled from the pain. 

First one knee buckled, then it collapsed and the other went with it.  As she fell to the floor, she moaned, "Oh God, I can't believe this is happening..."  Her grip on her foe slipped away as she groped at her own agonized tits as her foe, now with much better leverage straddling her, increased the pressure and the twisting of her tortured mammary flesh. 

"...puh-lease....o..kay...puh-puh-puhlease...enough, you win..." moaned Julianne as Naomi straddled her.  Naomi rolled off and began to sob, covering her tits with her arms, she struggled to her feet and grabbed her sweatshirt and ran upstairs, sobbing.  Some of the guys ran to attend to Julianne, some sat stunned, and I ran up to attend to Naomi...

but that's the story of another day...

[HumanPerson]

11.  Best Tits on Campus, the Charity 7

Melissa looked almost dazed. The crowd was in a frenzy. Bridgette, and Kara were dancing in her corner, the fighter's tits bouncing with her gyrations. The "ref" went and asked her is she could continue and she nodded, forcing herself to her feet. Bridgette, through strategy and determination had hurt the top seed. No one had a clue which way this fight would go. It certainly had taken an unexpected course so far. Melissa massaged her tits for a moment, and then nodded to the ref and to the blonde that she was ready. Bridgette wanted to seize her advantage and came in at Melissa hard. Her tits slammed the brunette's forcefully and in yet another surprise, it was clear that Melissa's tits were being knocked around. As Bridgette thrust and smacked, her opponent's tits flopped up and down and side to side. Bridgette then pressed her tits into Melissa's forcing the brunette backwards as her tits were crushed flat against her chest and her beautiful body relenting, backing up into the corner. Melissa's back was now forced against the turnbuckle and her face contorted with pain as sweat built on her forehead and Bridgette continued to grind intense pressure into her foe's chest. Kara was screaming with excitement from the twin's corner. Random people shouted encouragement to Melissa. The crowd roared feverishly. I saw Melissa grit her teeth as she struggled to fight Bridgette off. It was clear to me that Bridgette had intensified the pressure she was inflicting on Melissa's tits and that she was still achieving her goal. It was also obvious to me that both women were human and that their tits were made of flesh and at some point one of them would have to give. Melissa's ass pressed against the middle rope. Her head lolled in exhaustion and rested for a moment on Bridgette's shoulders, and her arms dropped to her sides. After several seconds, she lifted her head up, her face a mask of pain and determination as she squirmed to keep pressure off of her tits. I am not sure if anyone else noticed it, but I noticed the ripple course through her legs as she steadied herself for something, and then, with a loud grunt, Bridgette was stumbling backwards and Melissa was free from the corner. There was a look of surprise on the blonde's face as Kara screamed "NOOOO!" The crowd went nuts. Melissa attacked like a rabid beast, slamming her massive tits, now swollen and red into Bridgette's knocking the blonde, and her tits all over the ring.
Bridgette tried to fight back but she was on the defensive and suffering. We could all hear her grunts as her bountiful breasts bore the most intense pounding we had seen so far. Melissa was relentless as her tits pummelled Bridgette's. Her tits were knocked down, then up and side to side. Then Melissa rammed her, slammning her tits deep into the blonde's chest, crushing the once proud mammaries so flat that it almost looked as if they had been surgically removed. Bridgette wailed, "Ohhhhh GOD! oh! oh! oh! What happened?!" Tears streamed down both fighters faces--Melissa because they attack generated pain in her bruised breasts and Bridgette because of the onslaught.

Melissa trapped Bridgette in the corner. Kara yelled encouragement, Melissa pressed in, grinding her upper body in as tight as she could. Bridgette sobbed audibly as her once triumphant boobs were saggy and flaccid. Melissa backed away. Bridgette fell to her knees, cradling her massive tits, sobbing, dropping her chin to her chest. Melissa raised her arm and then walked over and shook Bridgette's hand before going to find ice. She grabbed the ice packs and her robe and marched off to the locker room.

Now it was time for the fireworks. Naomi and Maria were next....


12.  Best Tits on Campus, the Charity 8

The crowd was roaring. What a fight, what a night, and one more to go. As a side note (sadly) we had raised the largest sum of money ever in campus history at a fundraiser and we were still going. Hopefully that would keep us out of hot water. I was worried about the next match. Naomi and Maria hated each other to begin with and I was fairly certain that this match-up was exactly why Maria had entered the tournament in the first place. I think the only thing she would have preferred was if this were for the championship. Maria came out first--she looked amazing, I have to admit. She strutted down to the "ring" in thigh-high black, stiletto vinyl boots, black vinyl hot pants and a black vinyl bikini top. Her black hair was curly and cascaded down to her mid back--her face was fully made up and her fingernails were painted black. She looked very intense--smoldering. For a thought, she looked a lot like Dee from the California Wildcats Videos Truant's series... She did a strip tease that left her in a high over the hip g-string and probably made half the crowd explode in their pants...Her extraordinary nipples were rock hard and sticking out like glass cutters...I couldn't hear myself think it had gotten so loud.
The tenor of the crowd suddenly changed as Naomi came down to the ring--they roared again--I could see Julianne cheering her sorority sister across the ring as I silently watched my girlfriend. Naomi was an intense competitor and she had her game face on. She was wearing a Brazillian cut white bikini which contrasted perfectly with her brown skin. Her body was perfect and she looked awesome. Maria stood waiting as Naomi paraded around the ring, flaunting herself for the crowd and trying to rile up Maria probably. Maria called the "ref" over to ask her a question. I could overhear her, and what she asked concerned me.

"What are the rules, exactly?" the latina asked...

"Simple. No weapons. No foreign objects. Attacks to the tits only." replied the ref.

Maria nodded. I was worried about what she was going to do when I heard the ref (a volleyball player herself) say, "And if you cheat, I'll beat the living daylights out of you. Got that, smart-ass?"

Maria looked a bit surprised but nodded her head.

The fight was on. I couldn't restrain myself from yelling encouragement to my girlfriend... They tit-boxed for several minutes--very civil as each one connected and then counterattacked in a truly sportsmanlike manner. Although Naomi's tits were better--I even thought they rivaled Melissa's--Maria clearly outclassed her in the nipple category and she was using her nipples to attack as best she could. Both girls had gotten to breathing a little bit harder and their tits had begun to swell when Naomi gained her first advantage of the fight. Her right tit connected solidly with Maria's left, crushing it flat against her chest, causing the latina to groan...

Recognizing her advantage, Naomi slammed her left, then her right again and then both tits into Maria's, knocking her from side to side and off balance. Naomi attacked again, shoving Maria back into the corner. As she did though and as she went for another attack, Maria cupped her breasts and drove her nipples deep into Naomi's titflesh. Naomi shrieked a surprise "Oww!" and backed up. The fighters were back to butting breasts again. The smack of titflesh had slowly begun to be punctuated with grunts of exertion and groans of pain. Maria made a sudden thrust, leading with her dangerous nipples, but Naomi absorbed the attack, and Maria's tits, engulfing them in her own massive chest. She quickly wrapped her arms around Maria in a bearhug and elicited a loud moan from her opponent as she carried her back into the turnbuckle again and drove her tits deeply into her opponents'. She backed away for a moment but Maria was stunned and so Naomi seized the opportunity, slamming her tits repeatedly into Maria's leaving the latina's chest reddened and starting to sag. Maria cupped her tits and came out to meet Naomi's attack again, the dark haired girl wincing as she tried to use her sharp nipples to mount an attack against Naomi. Her tactics began to work as her thick, hard nipples slashed and poked at Naomi's titflesh, darting in, doing damage, and escaping. As she softened her opponent, Maria began to throw her weight into the attack, knocking Naomi around a bit. Slowly Naomi felt her massive chest give a bit of ground, and then, instinctively, she backed up a step and she began to get concerned. The brown-skinned girl cupped her own tits this time and slammed them into Maria's... The blow was so powerful that Maria was knocked on her ass. Her arrogance however, forced her to make a mistake. Rather than staying down and regrouping as she should have, Maria jumped up, trying to demonstrate that she was unhurt...
...Expecting this Naomi was ready and waiting, slamming her tits into Maria's chest again, knocking the smaller girl stumbling back into the ropes again. As Maria bounced off, Naomi hit her again, this time with cupped tits. Unfortunately for Naomi however, Maria's nipples dug deep into her tits also, eliciting a loud yelp from Naomi as Maria once again fell backwards and hit the mat. Naomi grimaced in pain as she massaged her own nipples, injured in the last volley. Maria shook off her knockdown, getting up more slowly.

'Well, at least she's a fast learner,' I thought to myself.

The two women went toe-to-toe again. Maria had an advantage for a moment but generally the fight was very much in favor of Naomi, who we all knew had the better tits, but then so did Julianne in the last fight with Maria...

Naomi pressed on and suddenly, as she slammed into Maria's tits for what seemed to be the hundredth time, Maria's tits gave way and collapsed flat against her chest. Maria wailed as her body was pressed back into the corner again. Both women were slick from sweat, their hair all matted and their make up running a bit. Naomi punished Maria now, her anger beginning to show as Maria grunted and moaned as her chest was punished by her powerful opponent.


...to be continued...


13.  Best Tits on Campus, the Charity 9

The fight was running out of Maria. I could see it on her face. I was sure it wouldn't be long before she gave up--or cried. One was coming. Naomi was fighting a great fight and Maria was running out of options. Maria's tits were puffy and red, her nipples had gotten soft and barely stuck out from her areolae... Naomi was now using the ropes for leverage as Maria wailed in pain, shaking her head and occasionally throwing it back. But like in her fight with Julianne, despite badgering from the ref, Maria again refused to quit.
Both girls were now drenched in sweat, and Maria now pushed Naomi back a bit and then made her move. She drove at Naomi with all her energy, driving her tits into Naomi's, which by this time had grown red and a bit swollen but really weren't that bad off. As the two collided, Naomi grunted but stood her ground. Maria sobbed as her tits slammed into Naomi's and then just flattend like hot marshmallows...

Naomi drove in again as the crowd sensed victory and roared. The wail was bone chilling as the two women crashed into the turnbuckle. It was obvious that the pain was excruciating as the attack mounted. The crowd was certain that the fight was over.

I almost shit my pants.

The wail was clearly not Maria's, it was Naomi's.

The two women were too close together for me to see what was going on, but Maria was able to catch my eye and she smirked. That fucking bitch smirked...

I could see Naomi's legs as they got wobbly... What could she have done? I was certain there was a weapon or something, but then as Maria forced Naomi out into the center of the ring and I saw Naomi's face contorted in pain, we all realized what was going on. The titters ran through the crowd. I screamed foul but the ref was certain this was legal. Up til now it hadn't happened but there certainly were no rules against it. Attacks were limited to the tits. No foreign bodies or weapons.

No one had ruled out the use of hands though.

Maria twisted viciously on Naomi's nipples with glee as I screamed and Naomi wailed, falling to her knees. "Ohhhhhh mmmmmyyyy GOD!!" wailed Naomi, clawing at Maria's wrists trying to pry them off her suffering tits. "h-h-h-h-h-HOLY SHIT!" she screamed... "YOU BITCH!!"

Maria twisted harder, jerking her opponent up by her tits. Naomi's tits--and her face--had turned bright red. The crowd had recovered from the surprise and had begun to cheer at this tremendous turn of events. Maria drove Naomi back into the corner. For the first time in my life I saw Naomi truly wail and begin to sob as her tits were ravaged by this little bitch.

I screamed at Naomi to give up while Julianne from across the ring had to be held back as she screamed for Naomi to return the attack.

Finally, Naomi stopped trying to pry her attacker's hands off her battered chest and attacked in a similar fashion herself. One person was silent in the arena at that moment, and I may have been the only person who noticed--Melissa Griggs.

Needless to say, I believe Naomi was too far gone when she applied her own titty twisters, or perhaps Maria was just better at the attack method but after several minutes of cursing, screaming and struggling, Naomi's tits looked like pulled taffy and tears were actually streaming down both fighter's faces. The two stood in the center of the ring, gritting their teeth as they stood on their tip toes trying to relieve the leverage their opponent had until suddenly, and very abruptly, Naomi's legs gave out and Maria stood over her, violently wrenching her titflesh, seemingly trying to rip her massive mammaries from her chest wall.

"N-, N-, Noooooo...." sobbed Naomi as she shook her head...

"Puh-, puh-, puh- puhlease st-st-stop..." murmured my defeated queen.

Once again Maria had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat as she raised her arm with glee. She walked from the ring as I ran to comfort Naomi and two of my fraternity brother went to ask Melissa if she was still interested in competing now that the stakes had been changed.

Apparently her response was quite straightforward: "Fuck yeah, I was waiting for someone to get serious..."

The Championship was going to be interesting....


finale to come...


14.  Best Tits on Campus, the Charity 10

The crowd was unrelenting. The room was steamy and hot from body heat. It was time. No one could wait any longer. My fraternity brothers and I sat ringside with the eliminated competitors. The announcer came to the center of the "ring" and called for the fighters.
The crowd roared in a deafening thunder. Maria came out first. She looked too ready for a fight. She wore a fishnet body stocking and knee high stilletto lace up black boots. Her make-up was perfect and her nails were still painted flawlessly.

She came to the center of the ring and in a fluorish, with an overacted roar, she tore off her body stocking and stepped out of it. Her body looked pristine, as if she hadn't fought at all this weekend.

Now Melissa was introduced, the crowd roared with even more enthusiasm as the pale skinned big brunette paraded down to the ring. What we were expecting, and what arrived, were not the same thing. Melissa, the wholesome beauty who fought because she was able to and won because she was good, was decked out in a leather bustier, full make-up with her hair teased and wearing a leather bustier. The crowd ate it up. She entered the "ring" looked at Maria, gave her the finger, so uncharacteristically and then stripped!! both women were fighting naked--this couldn't have been scripted any better. Melissa's pubic hair was trimmed in a neat airstrip while Maria was completely shaved.

The fight started before anyone had a chance to acknowledge that this was the title match. Both women instantly buried their strong hands and sharp claws into one-another's tits, both women's tits were suddenly pulled and stretched like taffy, and both women threw their heads back and forth squealing and grunting in pain. Flesh oozed between their fingers as both their faces flushed and the two fighters, locked in what could only be thought of as mortal combat, stumbled about the ring.

I couldn't help but think to myself that Maria's strong point was her nipples and although she had broken the ice with this technique this was probably not her preference of ways to start this fight. The fight went on, with both women stumbling about the ring, nails digging deeper and breasts getting red and beginning to swell. I couldn't be sure, but I thought blood had started to trickle from one of Melissa's big tits. One thing I could be certain of: with bigger tits and stronger hands, Melissa certainly had the advantage in this type of battle.

Suddenly, Maria screamed with exertion, Melissa's eyes went wide and the latina shoved both of Melissa's tits hard and up towards her face. The crowd favorite lost her grip on the underdog's tits and stumbled backwards at the onslaught. Maria forced Melissa against the ring border and began driving her tits into her chest and slamming them in every direction. Melissa was apparently caught off-guard and perhaps even hurt by this for, rather than regripping and resuming her attack, she shook her head frantically and tried to pry her opponent's claws from her suffering mammaries...

If nothing else, Maria was a savvy and determined fighter and she was not about to forego her advantage very readily. Seizing the moment she used her tit-hold as handles and threw Melissa heavily down into the center of the arena. Melissa wailed as she slammed into the floor and rolled onto her back, only to have the wild latina leap onto her torso, reattaching herself to the brunette's damaged tits. Melissa wailed, and I could now certainly see deep scratches on her injured weapons and I could see eyeliner running down the sides of her face in what I was pretty sure wasn't sweat, but tears.

Maria hauled up and slammed down on Melissa's tits, wasting no time in regaining a position of superiority. For her part, Melissa desperately tried to free herself from this terrible situation.

Suddenly, Maria leapt to her feet, just as Melissa went to grab for her tits. She slammed a foot down onto one of Melissa's arms and using it to hold the poor farm girl down, she hauled up on her tits.

Melissa let out a bone-chilling screech as Maria seemingly tried to tear the tits from her chest. The crowd roared at the brutality as I sat stunned at the way the fight was going.

But, Melissa was a consummate athlete and competitor and was able to buck and shift her weight enough that Maria was unable to maintain her position over her foe and stumbled away, losing her grip.

Melissa got to her feet. Maria turned and the two faced off again. Although physically the better pair, Melissa's tits were clearly suffering in this fight and appeared outmatched at the moment so that when Maria cupped her tits together, her razor-sharp nipples jutting forward, I screamed out to Melissa not to match up with her that way. Melissa, apparently felt that her last tactic had not been successful so she chose to meet Maria in this tit-boxing match. And although this boxing match-up was almost like Mike Tyson fighting Pernell Whitaker, it was also as if Tyson had been through fifteen rounds already. Maria's nipples slashed and stabbed at Melissa's softened and tenderized tits, eliciting yelps and wails as the two pairs clashed.

The tone of the match though was further dictated as the two pressed their tits together and slowly but surely one pair gave way to the other, first imperceptably giving ground and then, as if the flood gates had opened, collapsing under the pressure of her opponent's chest. Melissa didn't know what to do. She was in agony and frantic and running out of options so she went back to using her hands since her tits were definitively not working.


The fight wore on, and Melissa wore out. Tears streamed down her face as Maria either tore into her brutalized breasts or crushed them with her own. Melissa was a stubborn, determined, fighter though and she would not quit.

It was almost 40 minutes into the match as I saw the end approach. Maria continued to dominate Melissa and now, she had forced her foe to her knees, her head lolling from pain, exhaustion and probably humiliation at being dominated. Maria gritted her teeth as she kneaded Melissa's tits into fluffy marshmallows. In one last ditch effort, Melissa flung her arms up to try and latch onto Maria's tits, but from exhaustion and from lack of control, she missed, just clipping her opponents big, long razor-sharp nipples. Although nobody in the audience saw it, Melissa's competitive athleticism did. When she brushed Maria's nipples, her muscles quivered.

Instantly rejuvenated, Melissa attacked, pinching Maria's nipples and eliciting a scream that was probably heard down the street at the Dean's house. Maria was instantly on her knees sobbing as Melissa twisted her opponent's achilles' nipples violently.

Maria would not go quietly though and persisted in her attack on Melissa.

The fight was over though

Maria's grip slackened as Melissa finally gained control of the fight.

Despite being thoroughly beaten,

Melissa Griggs had the Best Tits on Campus....


...The End