[Janine_G]

Stacy winced as she watched her mother, Olivia get her tits crushed by their neighbor Donna.  The two blondes had been pounding each other in front of a few women from the neighborhood, including Stacy.  It was the third contest in about a year between the two women and it was the third time that it looked like Donna was going to dominate Olivia.  Donna had. moved into the neighborhood about 2 years earlier and prior to her arrival, Olivia had been the neighborhood "tit queen".  Enter Donna, who beat every other woman in the group and then challenged Olivia to their first fight.  It was a thrashing.  And it wasn't because Donna was bigger or anything, her tits were simply better.  And the second time proved it.  This third time was really just Olivia trying to see if she could ever match up against Donna or if the other woman would simply prove to be that much better.  And the proof was readily obvious to everyone, likely even Olivia despite her ongoing valiant effort.

Stacy thought back to her "blossoming" in high school and when her mom sat her down to explain that her (massively) large breasts were a blessing and a curse.  And in the course of the conversation, her mom explained that no matter how big and how good she was at using her breasts, there is always someone better.  Stacy saw that so clearly in her mom's battle with Olivia and thought back to her conversation with her older sister 5 years earlier when Stacy had just been 18 and had resoundingly defeated the Queen B of the high school.

She had asked her sister if she had ever lost a titfight, since her breasts were so big and perfect.   Dyanna's eyes had watered and her lower lip had begun to tremble and then tears spilled over down her cheeks.

"Once." she said, through a mumbled voice.

"Oh gosh..." I thought (switching from third to first person for the rest of the story.). "I didn't mean to upset you."

Dyanna shook her head, wiping the tears away with back of her hand.  I lost a fight to Jessica Spencer.  And suddenly I realized.  "It was over Matt?"

"And she won him away from me." she mumbled.

I could only imagine how defeating that must have been.  I vowed to watch who I fought and in the future always remember what my mother had said about there always being someone better. 

A few weeks after that conversation with my sister, I left for the summer to tour Europe.  I had decided to travel alone for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was that I had come to realize that I liked girls, I wanted to be very aggressively promiscuous this summer and I honestly didn't want to travel with anyone.  My father, who I never saw after the age of 2, was "generous" enough to upgrade my travel to first class to and from the continent of Europe and to pay for my eurail pass.

And so it was that I found myself sipping a martini in the Delta one lounge waiting for my plane to Madrid when I saw her.  Ailce. 

And more importantly, she saw me.

I mean, it was hard to miss Alice, with fire-red hair and an attitude to match.  I never asked her how she ended up in first class, but part of me, in retrospect, wouldn't be surprised if she had fucked her way in. 

She walked up to me and said, "Where you headed?"

And I told her.  And she smiled, "Me too." she replied.   And somehow, I wasn't sure she was telling the truth.

"Traveling alone?" she asked.

I lied, "I'm meeting some friends in Madrid when I land, so no.  But I am flying alone."

"Me too." she said.  She ordered another drink from the waitress.

"Nice tits." she said.

"I know." I quipped.

"Me too." she clapped back.

"I know."  two could play this game.

"May I sit?" she asked, gesturing at the empty seat.

And then I said something that was going to impact me far more than I ever intended.

"I have a better idea."  I said.

She raised her eyebrows.

"Let's go take a nap."  I said.

"I was hoping you would say that." she smiled. 

to be continued.

[Janine_G]

I don't know, but it was something about the redhead that just got to me instantly.  We exchanged names as we headed to the "wellness and relaxation area."  She was Alice and I was Stacy.  We moved into one of the tiny private "minute suites" that they had in the lounge area and I noticed immediately it was warm.  I walked in first, almost hit the tiny bed and she walked in behind me and closed the door.  As I turned around, I was surprised (sort of) to see that she had taken her clothes off down to her g-string.  Which was barely a g-string.

I raised my eyebrows, "Why even wear underwear."

She shrugged and took it off.  "we're gonna titfight, right?" she said and I was already out of my clothes.

There was no more conversation, simply an immediate bearhug.  As I mentioned before, I had been in a few fights like this before, and I had consistently dominated my opponent.  This time, my tits felt like they might explode.  I let out a little grunt.

Through a strained voice, Alice said, "Met your match, huh Stacy?"

Our mutual bearhug and the warm room had made both of us glisten with sweat.  We began to grind our tits together.  She was big, very big, but so was I.  But the pressure--my fucking god, the pressure in my tits was unreal.  I squeezed my arms tighter and it was her turn to chirp a little.

"Maybe not," I gasped. 

We stumbled about the room, she landed on top.  I groaned "Not fair" as her tits and her body weight crushed mine.  She was winning, I was losing.  She kissed me.  I kissed her back.  The fight was stopped on a technicality.  We fucked.  She was the first girl I had ever really fucked and she was amazing.  It turns out she was actually going to Madrid and on my plane.

We snuck into the lavatory in the first class section of the plane and finished our fight.  She won.  My mom was right.  Her tits were better. 

This time.

We found our way to a hostel.  She learned I had lied to make sure I didn't get sex-trafficked and that I didn't have any friends I was meeting.  She was meeting hers in three days.  We shared a bed in the hostel.  We didn't leave the first day.  We fucked all day and then I demanded a rematch.  I won.  Fair and square.

Her first friend showed up.  She was also very hot.  And very large breasted. 

And it turns out, she was more than a friend.  And suddenly we were a threesome for a day.  We fucked each other, but Adele, Alice's friend, was the jealous type and didn't like it, so Alice suggested we titfight for her.  Oddly, it was a suggestion that I wanted.  Adele and I battled for twenty minutes.  I won.  I really won.  She hurt me, but I made her beg.  It made me so horny that I grabbed her face and shoved it in my pussy and made her satisfy me--I was shocked, but so deeply satisfied.  We parted ways as things would have been weird, and I exchanged information with Alice and told her I hoped to see her again sometime.

I toured 5 countries, 11 women and 3 men before I bumped into Alice again in, of all places, Amsterdam.

She had separated from her friends due to scheduling conflicts and having broken up with Adele about three weeks into her trip. 

We were excited to see each other.  And that comes next.

[Janine_G]

At first, we toured the city separately, but deliberately, I stayed at the same hostel.  We quickly found each other's beds and we started fucking again.  It was intense.  I had gained a ton of experience on my trip, but so had she.  Sex wasn't sex, but a battle for dominance every time, which intensified the emotion.  She then asked me the question:

"What happens when we get back to the US?"

And I told her, we would see.  That seemed enough for her.  She then reminded me that we needed to have a rubber match and I coyly suggested that it should wait until we were back in the US.  Somehow she agreed.

We continued our tours and split again, but this time, we agreed to meet for our last week prior to heading home.  Coincidentally we had both planned our last week to be in Ibiza. 

We decided that our last week in Europe would be together.   And so we met in Ibiza.  And it was debauchery.

And on one of the nights, we found ourselves talking to two other women from Hungary.  And this would turn into an interesting evening.

[Janine_G]

Alice was wearing a gauzy, essentially see-through short and halter top combination and I was wearing what could only be described as wide suspenders and hot pants.  I had on fishnet stockings and 4 inch platforms and Alice was in thigh-high white boots.

The Hungarian women were dressed similarly as we spilled out of a club onto a quieter terrace overlooking the water.  It was by no means quiet, but it was at least a place we could hear other people.

The blonde, whose names was Karolina came up to me from behind and pressed her hot, sweaty body into me.  She whispered in my ear, "You're so fucking sexy..." in a very thick accent.

I spun on her and she didn't give me a chance to speak, pressing her mouth against mine and shoving her tongue was inside my mouth and I kissed her back until suddenly her head was yanked backwards and I realized it was Alice, who seemed a bit jealous. 

"What the fuck there, honey? " she asked the blonde who was clearly pissed off and suddenly the two were in each other's space and I was not going to interfere because I was too horny and drunk to fight.

Alice got tense until a brunette woman came up behind her and yanked her head back by her hair.

"You going to pull my friend's hair?" the other woman challenged.  Now I stepped in, grabbing the blonde's arm before anything more could happen.  Suddenly there were four of us in a standoff.   And then on a whim, I kissed Karolina again, and Lorena remarkably kissed Alice.  There was an intensity between all four of us and then Lorena, who seemed a little older than the rest of us, instructed, "Let's go back to our hotel room and sort this disagreement out."

We got back to their room, drinking more on the way, and suddenly we were all naked.  I was fairly sure that the two Hungarian women had no idea what they were in for as Karolina and I fell onto one bed and Lorena and Alice began kissing and fingering one another standing up by the other.  I opened my eyes to look as Alice's tits were engulfed by Lorena's larger and I stared as the brunette woman-handled my redheaded companion onto the bed and the two began to fuck.  Abruptly, Karolina pinched my nipple and said, "you pay attention to me!" and we began to really grind.  Other than Alice, she was proving to be the best sex I had experienced on the entire trip. I couldn't help but think that Alice was probably fucking Lorena's brains out though as I began to tremble towards an orgasm.  I wanted my blonde partner to cum first though, so I rolled on top and sat up cowgirl recovering my composure as I heard one of the two from the other bed scream, "Oh my god!  Oh my!" and I realized right away that it was not Lorena but Alice.  I looked over to see Alice pinned underneath Lorena as the brunette pumped intensely and then I lost control and came.

Karolina and I continued to fuck and we began to trade orgasms.  I probably would have dominated her if it wasn't for the added excitement of seeing Alice sexually dominated by the brunette.  As Karolina and I began to sweat from pleasure, I began to take control of the pseudo-battle.  Alice proved to be outmatched and as I finished off Karolina, Lorena moved her body to sit on Alice's face and instructed, "Finish me you weak pussy" but I intervened. 

"No, come here and I will fight you with my pussy."  I said, laughing as I tried to be a hero.  Lorena looked at me and chuckled.  "I think your girlfriend is a better fuck than you and I just beat her.  Why come to you and don't let her finish me as loser?' her broken English was somehow sexy.

"Because," I said, "I beat Karolina, now we finish this off." 

And so Lorena moved to the bed that Karolina and I were in and the blonde went over and began making love with Alice.

To this day, Lorena is the most dominating woman I have ever fucked, fought, or otherwise.  We rolled on the bed and her pussy gripped mine, her tits compressed mine and suddenly I was coming.  I would like to say that I "fought" valiantly, but she dominated me in a way that I will never forget.

Alice and I walked back to our hotel, both defeated, as the sun rose around 5 am that morning.

"Oh god, my tits..." I moaned.

"Holy Shit, Stacy, did you see what that woman did to me?  I don't think I can feel my twat."

I looked at her as we entered the building.  "Wanna find out?" I smiled.

"Oh gosh, I can't believe that I think I do..."  and we went to the room.

The rest of the week was even more insane, though there was no more encounters with other women.  We decided to have a threesome with a gorgeous Italian boy, but other than that, we stuck to fucking one another. 

We made plans to meet back in the states for our rubber match and then realized we didn't know exactly where we both lived. It turned out she lived only about four hours from where I lived.

When I told her the city I lived in her eyes lit up.  "Oh my god, I have a cousin that lives just outside of there."

"Really?  Well I just live outside of the city too, where does your cousin live? "  The world worked in mysterious ways, it turned out her cousin lived in my neighborhood. 

"Oh gosh Alice, I have to know her, I have lived there forever."

"Well," she explained, "She only moved there a couple of years ago and while she is my cousin, she is old enough to be my mom--in fact my mom and her were like, best friends growing up because my mom is the youngest of 7 siblings and Donna is the daughter of the oldest sibling so my mom was two when she was born.  Donna is like, 48 years old.

Suddenly, I realized something.  "Holy shit, Alice, what is Donna's last name?"

"Bell."

"Oh.  My.  Fucking. God."  And I proceeded to explain to her that not only did I know Donna, but that I had watched her literally titfight my mother three times.  Now what I didn't mention in the earlier part of this story was that Donna and my mother had become lovers after their second fight. 

"Holy shit." said Alice, "I'm coming to visit."

to be continued