As I went upstairs, Tiffany locked the door behind me. She ran to catch up, and I watched her breasts bounce slightly as she came up the stairs. She rolled her eyes as she saw me staring.
"Eyes up and ahead, pervert," she said, though I saw her smiling. I turned toward the stairs and walked up.
I was unprepared for the scene when I arrived upstairs. There were probably two or three dozen people in the two rooms at the front of the house, about a third of which were girls from the sorority. I recognized Corey as the redhead directed traffic at the door. Our eyes met for a moment, and she grinned a bit. I waved at her and followed Tiffany through the throng of people. We made our way to a room just off the side, which had the feel of a very large living room.
I understood Tiffany's haste. While there were six couches, and just as many large chairs, most of them were taken. Tiffany took me to one edge of a large classic gray couch and we sat down.
"Where did these people come from?" I asked. "This place was empty."
"We BOOBs love the DIKKs. They always come through," she said. I couldn't help but chuckle, and then thumped my girlfriend's arm lightly. She shrugged. "Seriously, the party was set for 8:00, and they are always just a bit late. We probably just missed them, to be honest." She leaned forward and kissed me gently.
"Fair enough. So... your girls took quite the beating tonight," I said. Tiffany shrugged.
"Connie won," she said, though her voice was trying too hard to be even. "But yeah," she admitted. "And Sabrina knew it after Cassie went down. I feel bad for them, honestly. I know the stakes will be just a bit heavier with me in mind."
"Looks like you'll just have to finish Sabrina off over Christmas," I said quietly. Tiffany looked at me and grinned.
"Best of three," she whispered. "But first, there's Sabrina in her winning regalia." I turned to see Sabrina, and I felt my jaw drop. It was no wonder she'd been so conservatively dressed during the contest. Well, I thought, chuckling even as the words "no wonder" popped into my head, not quite.
Sabrina was wearing a red corset and a mini red miniskirt, cut just below the curve of her ass. When she turned after talking to one of her sorority sisters, I felt my jaw drop. The corset had two golden "W"s stitched as if one was laying atop the other, and there was a yellow rope tied and looped through a belt on her left side. A pair of nice leather boots, a deep red, came the halfway point of her calf. She also was sporting a golden tiara with a red star.
Sabrina's large, firm tits pushed to the confines of the corset and slightly spilled over. The clothes certainly drew attention to her big rack, deepening her cleavage impressively. The skirt highlighted her developed thighs, smooth lines creasing the leg as I followed her legs down to her muscular calves. Despite her obvious curves and attractiveness, she was the only girl wearing anything out of the ordinary, and I wasn't the only one stifling a chuckle.
Tiffany did not go that far, laughing. "The sad part is," Tiffany said between laughs, "she still looks good. Look at her tits," she said, gesturing to Sabrina's breasts. "And her ass... I mean, she looks good. She just has to wear it when everyone else is in jeans and a t-shirt."
"You're missing the blue and starred part," I told her. Tiffany looked at me.
"Holy crap. Did you mean to out yourself as a total nerd just now?" she asked, sputtering. "Though it's a point in my favor that you were able to figure out what she's dressed as despite its flaws." I laughed with her.
"Everyone is watching her," I noticed. "Everyone is laughing." Tiffany shrugged.
"Hey, she won," Tiff said. "And I might feel bad about it except for that little message she tried to send through Cassie." She shrugged. "Though this is entertaining regardless." Sabrina had begun making her way to us.
"Do I really have to wear this all night?" Sabrina asked, her voice a hiss of undisguised venom and embarrassment.
"No," Tiff said. "You've done everything I've asked of you. But Jon might have a request or two." Tiff stood up and went off. Sabrina immediately sat down and glared at me.
"You wanted some fun, too?" she asked. "Go for it, buddy. But remember that after I flatten your girlfriend's precious tits again, I'll owe you one." Had I not known her as well as I did, her confidence would have startled me.
"Just give those tits a shake and I'll be set," I told her. Sabrina rolled her eyes, but cupped her big tits and jiggled them for me. The tops of her breasts shook wildly in the corset, and when Sabrina turned around, there were at least a dozen people applauding. She turned to me and flipped me off before heading to her room.
Tiffany sat down beside me, appearing from out of thin air, it seemed. She handed me a drink and leaned over, her bra clad breasts giving me an intoxicating view before she leaned back. "You were easy on her," she noted. I shrugged.
"She was pretty embarrassed already; I don't think there was much more I could have done," I replied. Tiffany grinned.
"Still shy, Jon?" Tiff asked. I grinned.
"In public, yes," I replied. "But when you crush her, I have a distinct feeling I'll come out of my shell. What about you? Did you let her off too easy?" Tiffany laughed.
"Not even close. She just won a really hard fight, and now she has to parade around in a costume. Even for ten minutes ought to quell some of that momentum." I nodded, taking a sip of the drink. I wasn't a huge drinker, so the mixed drink was a surprise. I could taste the rum (or whiskey, or whatever) in the drink but swallowed.
"Too strong?" Tiff asked, watching my face contort.
"Not used to it," I told her, though I knew she knew. I took another sip.
"Oh. Well, it looks like you can't drive home. After the party you can sleep it off in my room." She added, grinning. I laughed, but nodded, taking another sip. While I didn't like the taste, its purpose was compelling. She sat next to me for a minute. "I have to take care of some things. You mingle. No fighting, but see if you can keep yourself entertained." I watched Tiffany's ass sway as she walked away
I realized she was going to leave me alone, probably for the first time in the sorority. I shrugged. College guy in a sorority house; should be fun, if Hollywood's portrayal had been any indication. The first person that saw me as I stood was Carly, the cute brunette who had greeted me that night. I groaned as she trounced over.
"So I was up here, Jon, and couldn't make the fights... I've only seen a few of them. I heard you're other girlfriend lost to your best friend's girlfriend and that Tiffany's friends got beaten. Did anything else happen?" I stood in shocked silence as her staccato questions bowled me over. "Well?" she pressed.
"Yeah. Amanda got beat by Connie, and Loni lost to..."
"LONI lost?" five or six heads turned toward us and I nodded.
"Yeah. And while I'm not a member here, I'm pretty sure that wasn't good," I told her. "Loni lost, and Cassie put up a good fight, but Sabrina beat her." Carly nodded.
"Cool. I might fight soon. Amanda's trying to convince me to fight. What do you think?" She thrust out her chest. She was slightly smaller than Amanda, and obviously wearing a bra. The tight shirt clung to her skin all over, and the outline of her bra straps pushed through the fabric. The bra was doing its job well. The shirt wasn't cut low enough to show cleavage, but her smaller boobs certainly looked perky though the clothing.
"Go for it," I told her. "You never know until you try." Carly grinned and wandered off to chatter excitedly to another girl. I shook my head, trying to shake the conversation with Carly from my mind.
"She's not the easiest to listen to, but she's normally sincere," a smooth voice said from behind me. I turned to my left to see a young woman about my height. She had long, brown hair that framed a slightly rounded, pale face, and piercing blue eyes. She glanced down as I took in her face, and I followed a shirt that had a rather plunging neckline. The "V" of the plunge met between the interior curves of her breasts. That she wasn't wearing a bra was apparent as her nipples pushed through the purple fabric and the fact that I could see the underside of her pale boobs. They were sizable, not quite as big as Tiffany's but just as firm looking, and they matched the slender figure of the new woman especially well. Just a couple months previously, I would have been ashamed of looking.
I continued my slow absorption of the new girl's body. Her hips sloped out slightly then curved to her shapely legs. Her choice of a long-ish skirt was a deep, rich brown, and didn't hide her toned legs. When I looked up at her face she was smiling.
"I see your reputation isn't unfounded, Jon," she grinned. "It's been a while since someone gave me such a thorough undressing with the eyes." I hoped I had at the least the decency to look ashamed. "It's quite flattering. A man with a woman like Tiffany and some striking rumors about your relationships with some other women still takes the time to consider me."
"I'm sorry, who are you? I don't think we've met." The woman grinned.
"I'm Michelle. I'm a senior here, and one of the sorority's... decision makers. We keep an eye on all the guys, Jon, so don't think you're special. Though we understand that you've caused a bit of conflict between some girls. That we don't like."
"I'm sure they fight over guys all the time," I told her, though I had no idea.
"Less frequently than you'd think," Michelle told me, "but it does happen. You, however, didn't just go away. You stayed. And that's why I'm having this chat."
I looked at her curiously. "You want me to go?" I asked. Michelle laughed.
"No, Jon. The damage is already done. Besides, we're not in the habit of banning people without cause. I just want to ask you to avoid becoming such a divisive factor. We know both Tiffany and Sabrina are far more responsible, and we plan on having a talk with them, though we understand a third fight has been set. It might be their final fight," Michelle said coolly.
"Okay...." I said, waiting for the reason they were telling me.
"We'd like you to ensure it is," Michelle said. "We'll catch up. And Jon, I hope you enjoyed the view."
"I did," I said casually, and finally felt like I'd had an edge. My confidence with girls had grown, and Michelle's eyes widened just slightly as I gave her the half-compliment. She turned slowly to walk back up the stairs.
"What'd Michelle want?" I heard someone ask. I turned around to see my girlfriend grinning at me.
"To talk about what my presence at your sorority is doing to it." I said, as brutally honestly as I could. Tiffany shrugged.
"Yeah, it's been a bit different," she replied. I looked at her, obviously with a question in my eyes. "It has," she said, firmly. "And while you're a part of it, you're not the only piece of the puzzle. I'm sure Sabrina and I will get the same talk. It's not the first time Michelle's gotten on to me and Rin, Jon.
"But I have news. Tanya's angling for a fight with me, and I'm going to let her get her wish." I looked at her.
"Oh, there's been chatter all week," she continued. "To be the best, you've go to beat my bust," Tiffany said, grinning. "You want to dance?"
The rest of the party was a blur. The BOOBs threw a great party, and most of the DIKKs weren't actually living up to the namesake. As it got later, the party grew quieter, and Tiffany leaned up against me. I hadn't seen any of the girls from the fight to that point, but as Tiffany led me into the snack room, and we sat at the unused table furthest from the door.
We chatted for a while, and we both turned together to watch two girls walk in. Sabrina and Tanya sauntered over to Tiffany and me.
"How's the loser brigade?" Sabrina asked. Tiffany gave a cool smile.
"Congrats Tanya," Tiff said, ignoring Sabrina's taunt. "You've got the corner room?" Tanya nodded, a smug smile on her face.
"So you can show those big tits to more people? Two angles, twice the tits? Who's watching the show?" Sabrina's eyes narrowed as Tiffany taunted the big-chested blonde, but Tanya's eyes flashed fire.
"Show? Who's parading losers around like whores?" Tanya spat. Sabrina slowly turned her head to Tanya and glared. Tanya, apparently realizing too late what she said, looked apologetically at the older girl.
"Rin, that's not what I meant..." Tanya began.
"But it is what she said," Tiff said helpfully. She stood, and I followed her lead. "Looks like you two might have some things to work out. Rin, I'll expect a visit Monday after classes. And Tanya, we can probably manage a fight in a week if you think you'll recover by then. Good win tonight." Tiff and I walked out, hearing the hissing whispers of the two girls behind us. We mingled at the party a bit, but at some point Tiffany and I shared another drink. As we were dancing, I slid my hands up to Tiffany's bra-clad breasts, and she kissed me, gently pulling my hands down.
"Guess it's time," Tiff whispered.
"For what?" I asked, letting my hand grope her firm ass.
"For you to sleep off those drinks," she whispered. She pulled me to the stairs and as we climbed up, she kept at least one of my hands on her hip or breast. When she pulled the door to her room open, she pulled me in, closing and locking the door behind me.
"I think some people have been listening in to my room, baby," Tiff whispered into my ear. "Can you think of anything that will make things more... quiet?" I groaned as we sank into the bed.
When we woke up, Tiffany was nestled in my arm. I kissed her forehead as I slipped away from the bed to get dressed and slide out to use the bathroom. As I was coming back to her room, I saw Tanya coming down the hall. She fixed me with a wicked stare, then stopped before she went in.
"I bet you had fun last night," Tanya said, her voice cold. I wondered why Tanya cared about my sex life. Then she continued. "Watching your cocky slut of a girlfriend try to make me look stupid in front of Sabrina?"
"She didn't try to make you look stupid," I argued. Seeing the reaction on her face I realized I should have phrased that better.
"Are you saying I am stupid, Jon?" Tanya asked. I took a deep breath and looked at her.
"No. Look, I'm glad you guys had a good night last night. But Tiff was talking trash, just like you," I told her.
"No, Jon. She is trash. I'll show you next time. And don't think I want between you and Tiff like Sabrina did, Jon. I'll just destroy her and those little tits she loves so much. No politicking, just my tits versus hers." I felt my blood begin to boil as Tanya waited for my response.
I almost said something when Tiffany appeared. She was wearing some cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt that managed to hang loose on her shoulders, but still wrapped her tits snugly. Tanya looked at my girlfriend first with some explosive anger, but as she saw the look on Tiff's face, some of the rage subsided.
"Trash, Tanya? I thought that a girl with such competence titfighting other women would at least have the mind to come up with something better. Maybe a few of those freshman girls are right — maybe your tits have taken away from your brain. You know, a disproportionate distribution of mass?" Tiffany strode towards Tanya and looked her right in the eye. "It's because of that I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. Stay away from Jon. If you come near him again, our next fight won't be a titfight." I looked away, realizing that there was something else going on.
Tanya gave a quick, sharp nod and walked away, towards the bathroom. Tiffany looked at me and smiled pleasantly. "You're up early," she noted. "Did you not sleep well?"
"Slept okay. Just... woke up. Didn't mean to cause any problems," I said. Tiffany waved her hand.
"Heard the voices and came out for the 'trash' comment. Which was nice," she laughed. "I'm hungry. Do you want to go get something for breakfast?" We both got dressed and went out to a nice coffee shop. We split an omelet, and had a nice meal. As I paid the tab, Tiffany looked at me, a questioning look flitting over her face.
"Can I ask you something?" she turned to me, her face serious. I nodded.
"Can you dress up for dinner with my dad?" she said, as if she was asking some major favor, something that might damage our relationship.
"Umm.. yeah?" I said. She smiled.
"Sorry. It's just that I'm really nervous about him meeting you. And he's sort of old fashioned." I nodded.
"I'll do my best not to embarrass you," I said lightly. She thumped my arm.
"Dick," she muttered, but her sparkling eyes told me she liked the joke. "Thanks for lunch," she said, shaking her head.
"You have another busy week?" I asked, looking a bit sad. Tiffany nodded.
"Yes," she said. "Still have to finish planning for the party and get a few things together. To say nothing of the coursework." I looked at her carefully and she finally looked back.
"Am I keeping you from your schoolwork?" I asked. Tiffany shook her head.
"No more than I am," she said firmly. She reached out to grab my hand. "I'm not going to sell my future for our relationship, Jon. I want to be with you, but I also want to finish school. I don't know for what, yet. If you can accept that, great, but if you can't..." I shook my head.
"I want you to finish school," I said, surprised that she'd even bring it up that way. "I just don't want you to miss the opportunity because you flunked out or something." Tiffany grinned.
"I've been dreaming about finishing school for a while, and I don't think you'd do anything consciously to stop me from doing it. I was just letting you know where we stood," she said. "You look surprised," she finished.
"Just the how you said it was all," I said. Tiffany squeezed my hand.
"I hope you'd drop me if I was keeping you from finishing school, lover. But you seem to be doing fine, and I know I'm doing fine. You okay?" I nodded, still reeling.
"Busy week for us both, I think. Let's get caught up with school before we fool around some more, okay?" I nodded again.
"Don't be so sad, Jon. I promise I will make it worth your while if you can keep your hands off me for a week. I will call you about the fight. But I think some time away from each other in the bedroom might do us some good. You can still buy me lunch," she said hopefully.
"Um... you totally cut me off, and now you want lunch?" I asked, hopefully playfully. Tiffany laughed.
"You can be a real asshole, you know," she said, still chuckling.
"You free on Thursday?" I asked.
"I will be. I do love you, you know," she said softly. Part of me wanted to smugly say "I know," but instead, I leaned over for a slow, chaste kiss.
"I love you," I said firmly. "I'll see you Thursday for lunch."
I headed to work and put in my time. My dad had been busy with a few new customers so I was busy, and he was busy. I promised to have lunch with him as I left and made it home to study.
I was able to get quite a bit done before my phone buzzed. I picked it up and opened the message to find Tiffany holding Amanda's head to her left breast. Our blonde "friend" was trying to swallow Tiffany's entire tit. She had captioned it. "Amanda says hi," the note said.
"Not with her mouth full," I sent back.
"LOL," the message pinged back. "Gotta go. Love you," she said. I shook my head, wondering if the picture was for my benefit or simply a side effect from the nights' activities. I tried to study, but found my mind wandering, so I went to bed early, hoping Tiffany was enjoying herself.
I woke up early and was able to get more work done. Just as I got ready to head to school, I grabbed my phone and read her text.
"Hope you liked the picture. Got a text from Tanya. She wants to go this Saturday. We should be starting around five."
I sent Tiff a thank-you text and the week began to fly by. I barely registered anything but school and work until Thursday at lunch. When I got there, I saw Tiffany drinking her water. I hadn't seen her in a couple of days, and I took the moment to take my girl in.
She was sitting, so I looked at her face. She'd pulled her brown hair back in a ponytail, and was wearing a necklace that had a slight amber stone. Her eyes, bright blue were actually visible from a distance, catching the artificial light and sparkling. I let my eyes wander. She'd worn a bra — I could tell not only from the way her breasts sat higher on her chest, but the purple shirt she'd put on was rather tight around her breasts, and the slight v-neck on the shirt had no problem finding cleavage. The outline of her bra was barely visible. She was absolutely stunning. I don't know where she found the time to work out, but her frame was still as lithe as it had been before a crazy semester in college. She finally saw me, and her mouth broke into the most perfect smile, with her straight white teeth gleaming. As I stood watching, she bit her lip and narrowed her eyes, with her best "come hither look." I laughed, but walked toward her.
"Hey, lover," she said, grabbing my arm. "How's your week going?"
"I've gotten a lot of school work done," I started.
"Me too," Tiffany added, nodding.
"I think I'm all caught up." Tiffany grinned.
"There's still a few things I want to do," Tiffany said, looking down. She ran her hand through her hair and looked up at me. "But I'm pretty well set as far as school."
"Great," I told her. I grabbed her hand. "Hopefully we'll be able to stay on top of school." I slid into the seat next to her. I immediately felt a hand on my thigh.
"You're one of the things I want to do, Jon," she breathed into my ear. "Why don't you come by the store this evening. I'm working tonight." I nodded. I hadn't really realized how often we'd been going at each other until her voice shifted slightly and remembered the week where we hadn't been around. I took a deep breath and nodded again.
"Wow. I haven't seen a reaction like that since I first started letting you watch, baby. Miss me?" I resigned myself to her gloating. She pushed her breasts together to draw my eyes, then glanced down. I couldn't help but stare. Quickly she released her big boobs, but she was grinning wickedly as they bounced slightly.
We got our food quickly and ate. We talked about our weeks, and I found myself listening intently. Part of the conversation went to her job at the lingerie shop, which I hadn't heard her talk about much. She had told me about Sarah (and we had met), but she suddenly mentioned a Heather and Bonnie.
"So do you want to come by and pick something out... for you?" she said, grinning evilly. She looked around carefully before pulling down at the point of the "v" of her shirt to deepen her cleavage. I felt my eyes drawn before she let it slide back up.
"It's a good thing I love you, perv," she teased. I flipped her the bird as she laughed. "So, will you be there tonight?"
I nodded. The rest of the day was spent working around my father, who was obviously happy about something. About ten minutes before the store was closing, I finally had finished enough work to ask.
"What's going on, Dad? You've been grinning all day."
"Absolutely, son. Your mom and I are going away next week. For a nice holiday! You up for watching the house?" He looked me over.
"Have Tiffany join you," he said, flashing me a wink. Then he got serious. "Stay off our bed, though."
"AAGGH," I yelled. Dad laughed. "Seriously, do you mind watching over the place for a week? We'll come back before Thanksgiving. Oh, and have you invited Tiffany for dinner yet?" I stopped in mid reply. Neither Tiffany nor I had considered the idea of where we'd be for the actual holiday.
"Not yet," I admitted. "Her family might have plans; I can't really remember if we talked about it." My father grinned.
"I'm sure other things have been on your mind," he told me, laughing. I obviously seemed a bit confused, and he shook his head and continued. "I've seen her. She's a young, attractive woman. And she's smart. It's been a while, boy, but I remember meeting your mother. Things start going a bit chaotic when you're in love. Just let her know she's been invited, and turn off the lights. Thanks, Jon."
My dad turned and went back out to the front of the store. I wrapped up and turned off the lights in the storeroom. Dad was with a customer so he just waved.
I was grinning as I made my way to the mall, and stopped in to get a quick cup of coffee for Tiffany. I realized it was the first time I'd been at the store. I walked in and saw Tiffany with a customer. I took a minute to look around. The store was far more crowded than I thought it would be. There were about six girls shifting through various bras, panties, and socks. I didn't recognize any of them so I began walking around. Soon, I heard my name. I turned, expecting to see Tiffany, but instead saw Sarah. I immediately felt my gaze dip down to her chest. She was showing the barest hint of cleavage, just noticeable enough that it seemed accidental. The black jacket she was wearing covered most of her turquoise blouse, leaving the lapels pulled away to showcase the color. I looked back to her face and she was rolling her eyes.
"Should have guessed. How are you, Jon?" I grinned.
"Not too bad," I told her. "I'm here to get some shopping done with Tiff." Sarah nodded.
"I think you'll enjoy it," Sarah said mysteriously. I must have registered the confusion on my face because she laughed.
"Oh relax. It's nothing weird," she said. "Let me go let Tiff know you're here. Bonnie will be back from break in a minute and Tiff can take hers." I wandered the store, imagining Tiff in some of the outfits. The lack of contact we'd experienced struck me as I let my eyes fall on a deep magenta bra and panty set. It was more demure in terms of its coverage, but the lace seemed like it would look nice.
"Found something you like, sir?" I turned with some dirty comment right on the tip of my tongue, but swallowed it as I saw a tall redhead grinning at me. "It's an excellent choice, sir, offering great support for what seem to be your significant other's rather impressive chest. Are you sure this is her size?" I nodded, unspeaking while she pulled the set off of the rack.
"Oooh. She's about a cup size bigger than I am. I unfortunately can't model it to give you any real 'woman's perspective' on this." I felt my face burning red. "Unless you'd like me to try on the smaller size so you can try to envision it." She reached over and pulled the smaller set off. "Perhaps just the bra? It will give you a sense on how it supports your girlfriend's breasts." I was still struggling to formulate a word. The woman who'd come up to me was as tall as I was, maybe even a bit taller. Her outfit barely registered at first, but she was wearing a long sleeve blouse that was tight around her own bust. Her boobs were smaller than Tiffany's but they certainly looked nice. Her red hair framed a sharply chiseled face with pale skin and pale lips. Her blue eyes were piercing, and they sparkled as she spoke.
"I'll be right back, sir. If you'd be so kind as to meet me by the dressing room." She turned to walk away.
"Wait! I'm just here to see my girlfriend Tiffany — I appreciate the help, but I'm just looking." The redhead turned back, grinning.
"Tiff," she suddenly called. "You were so right. He's freaking adorable when he's nervous." I looked around and saw Tiffany and Sarah cackling behind the counter. I rolled my eyes. "I'm Bonnie," the redhead said smiling brightly.
"Hi," I muttered. "Jon." Bonnie laughed.
"Oh, I know," Bonnie went over to the counter, tapped at the register for a minute and then walked out on the floor. Tiff came over and grinned.
"Did you like your surprise?" she asked innocently.
"Ha. Ha." I responded. Tiffany glanced at the lingerie set. "Ooooh. Nice choice. I like the color, too. Do you want this one?" I threw a mock glare at her. "I'm sorry," she said playfully. She leaned into whisper in my ear. "I'll make it up to you after work." She kissed my neck gently and quickly before grabbing the lingerie set.
Bonnie rang Tiffany up while I kept glancing at Tiffany. She'd pulled on a tight-fitting shirt, but it covered everything. I noted the outline of her bra against the shirt as she leaned forward to pick up the bag as Bonnie handed it to her.
"Is he going to stay?" Bonnie asked, looking me up and down. Tiff smiled and nodded, but said nothing else. I watched the look pass between the two and wondered what was going on.
We stepped out of the store and Tiff kissed me softly. "Missed you," she whispered. "But I do have another sort of surprise. Bonnie almost tipped it off."
"What?" I asked, genuinely confused. I glanced down at the bag in her hand. She laughed.
"I'm not modeling this for you here. You'd just pull it off anyway," she argued. I shrugged, ceding her point. "Plus I only have a few minutes for break. And I want you to savor your visit. You can hang around while we close if you want." I nodded. Tiff smiled. "Good," she said. She looked at her watch. "I can help them finish early. You keep shopping for things you want to take off of me."
The night went quickly after that, and I ended up with two more lingerie sets and a teddy. I had to balance what Tiff's coworkers were going to see me buy and what I actually wanted to see Tiff wear. As closing time came close, I hurried up to the counter with my purchase. Soon I had the bag, and the girls locked the store. Sarah ran in to the office and closed the door and Tiff and Bonnie cleaned up. Having developed my own pattern and system at the store room, I recognized their efficiency — it had come through practice. In less than half an hour, they were done.
Tiff bounced over to me and kissed me and I groaned as I felt her mouth attack mine. "Missed you," she said simply. I grinned.
"I missed you, too," I told her. "I'm glad I got to see you tonight." Tiff grinned.
"That's not all you'll get to see," Tiff said mysteriously. Before I could ask, Sarah stepped out of the office. She was wearing a very plain gray t-shirt, and being me, I instantly saw her nipples poking through the fabric. I watched her firm tits bounce ever so slightly as she walked toward us. Tiff looked at me and thumped my arm, shaking her head.
"What is going on?" I whispered.
"Just wait. Sarah told the girls what we've been up to. And she had the idea for this... game," Tiffany said casually.
"What game?" I asked.
"Think of it like a game show, and you're the contestant. You're going to do a blind feel-test of four young, nubile breasts in a lingerie store."
"Huh?" was all I could manage.
"Sarah, of course, knows you, so she pointed out it wouldn't be fair if you got to see their young, supple tits," Tiff whispered. I swallowed, but tried not to let my feelings show on my face. Tiff laughed. "So you'll have to grope them. Squeeze them. Feel their firm, young flesh on your fingers. Bonnie didn't feel like titfighting, but those two have been going on and on over whose tits are better. They even tried on same-style bras to see who could get the most attention. They both got three numbers on a two hour shift. And there aren't that many guys in here," she reminded me. "They want an honest, objective viewpoint, and I can't think of a better connoisseur of young, firm titflesh than my guy." Tiff whispered the last into my ear and I groaned. "If you can last through it, I'll give you a show tonight with my new panties."
"What about the bra?" I asked, somehow latching on to that detail.
"You and I both know you'd have it off me in a minute. Why wait?" she breathed. She almost ruined the moment as she giggled while I gasped.
"You're in a mood," I told her. She shrugged.
"Lucky you," she said, sticking her tongue out. "Let's get this contest over with."
"I think I'll take my time. Be sure I get the best judgment," I said, hoping to make her jealous. Tiff turned slowly and smiled.
"Sarah said to take all the time you need, Jon. Bonnie agreed." I suddenly felt nervous.
The setup was far quicker than I had suspected. Tiffany fitted me with a blindfold, and after doing something to ensure I couldn't see, directed my hands to "Boobies A." They were a nice size, and felt like a nice shape. They were firm, surprisingly so, with hard, squat nipples. I eagerly filled my hand and squeezed softly, ostensibly checking for how much flesh was displaced. In reality, the other motivating factor was that I was enjoying myself. Somehow my clever, naughty girlfriend had once again pushed and manipulated me into my favorite fetish. I began gently pulling nipples before I slowly released them. Tiff's hands (I assume) gripped mine and pushed me to another pair of breasts. This pair was slightly firmer, though both pair felt about the same size. As I groped the second girl, I moved my fingers to her large nipples. I pulled gently on them, and in moments realized these bigger nipples were also harder and firmer than the previous pair. I gently shook "Boobies B" before going back to enjoy a comparable shakedown of "Boobies A."
"So what's the verdict, Jon," Tiffany asked, her mouth next to my ear.
"First, both pair were great, and I can really appreciate that you each have a delightful set of natural titties," I started. Both women giggled and Tiffany sighed. "But," I continued. "I think "B" has the best tits."
"Dammit," Sarah said.
"Yeah!" I heard Bonnie yell.
"I'll pull Jon out of here so you two can get dressed," Tiffany said.
When Tiffany pulled off the blindfold, I was in the darkened store behind the register. She was looking at me lustily. "Have fun?" she asked, her voice soft and silken. I nodded, and we kissed, passionately, for a few seconds. "I'm coming to your place tonight," Tiffany announced.
"I gathered," I told her.
I thought there might be more to do in terms of cleanup, but the next time I saw Sarah and Bonnie, both looked as though they were ready to go. I followed the girls out and watched Sarah tap at the keypad, locking the door and setting the alarm. We said our goodbyes and made it to the car.
"Get me home, Jon. You made it through. Such a gentleman, too." Needless to say, I could have been pulled over for "distracted driving" the entire way home.
When I woke up the next morning, Tiff had showered and dressed in a set of clothing she'd brought to the store. "I kinda knew I wasn't going to make it to my place," she teased when I asked her about it. My mind raced through her shows and displays, topless and in her panties from the previous night. I grinned and rolled out of bed, grabbing her waist and looking hungrily at her.
"Save it until after I destroy Tanya, Jon," she said. "I don't like leaving you hanging, but I need to be focused for this fight," she continued. I kissed her gently.
"I'd better get a reward for being good," I said, probably more sharply than I thought. Tiffany raised her eyebrows.
"Don't you always?" she asked, and we both laughed. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. Be good, baby." I kissed her goodbye, looking longingly at her ass as she left.
Friday flew by, with a lot of studying, a lot of work, and a lot of avoiding thinking about the next day. Tiffany had meetings at night, and she only called once.
"Jon," she slurred. "I thought you might want to know I'm okay. Cuz drunk." I couldn't keep the grin from my face. "With the girls in the sorority house, so we're completely safe. There are no scary killers like in all the movies. I just thought you might want to know."
"Thanks," I said, trying not to laugh.
"You know what there is a lot of, though?" she asked, her voice quiet. "And you see a lot in horror movies?"
"What's that, Tiff?" I asked.
"Big, young, nubile boobies. Just like the ones you like," she said loudly. The laughter that came from the other side of the phone made me shake my head. I almost asked who was there, but thought she might be more embarrassed in the morning. "Sounds like a good time, huh?" she asked.
I chuckled. "Sounds great, babe." Tiffany hung up, the sound of the girls still laughing disappearing with a faint click.
Despite the late hour, I pulled out a favorite horror movie and watched about a third of it before I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up, it was far earlier than I had hoped. My clock, after my eyes had focused, read about four in the morning. Groaning I tried to fall back asleep, but to no avail. I showered and got ready for my day.
By the time I had lunch, I was tired again, so I took a nap. I'd gotten all of my school work done, and I wanted to be rested to watch Tiffany's fight. I woke up right around 3:00. I checked my phone and charged it up as I took another shower and got ready to go. I got to the sorority house just at 4:00 and Tiffany answered the door. She had pulled on her sports bra, and then a shirt over it.
"How are you?" I asked. She smiled. I looked at the upturned corners of her lips and realized how much I loved her smile.
"I'm about to slap Tanya's tits off her chest. Not too bad," she responded. "Let's get upstairs."
When we made it to her room, Tiff sat on the bed and grinned.
"Glad you could make it," she said softly. "I wondered if you'd come after my drunk call last night," she said apologetically.
"Just harmless fun," I said, meaning it. "I hope," I added. Tiffany laughed, and I laughed, too. Soon I felt her hands on my waist.
"I may have mentioned something that I shouldn't have," she whispered. My mind raced, and I felt my face tighten with concern.
"Liiiike," I pressed.
"Like how I kinda love you," she said. My face moved from concern to confusion quickly.
"Is that a secret?" I asked. She snickered.
"Not anymore," she laughed. I laughed again, too.
"Tiff, I'm glad you think enough of me to tell people. Even if that admission was facilitated by alcohol," I added. Tiff thumped my thigh and glared at me. "I think it's sweet," I told her. "And I'm glad that you're comfortable with us," I said, emphasizing the last word.
"I'm almost glad we don't have time to fool around. I'd be all relaxed after. And Tanya's big juggs would probably own my titties. I wouldn't want to fight her." I felt myself twitch just enough that Tiff noticed.
"Oooh. Did I hit a nerve? Do you want to see my tits crushed again, Jon?" I shook my head immediately. Tiffany grinned. "Or did you want Tanya's big ole tits for your playthings? You fucking pervert," she laughed. I flipped her off. She laughed again. "Tell you what, lover. When I win, I will make those big fucking tits dance a little jig just for you. As an added bonus," Tiff said thoughtfully, "that will really piss her off."
Tiffany stood up and sighed. "Let's head that way so we can get this done. I'm tempted to challenge her for the corner room, but I like this one. So many... memories." She kissed me, and I could feel the anticipation in her as she attacked my mouth. When she pulled away, she grinned.
"Just checking," she said. I followed her down the stairs. I didn't ask for what.
When we got to the basement, Tanya, Sabrina, Gina and Gloria were sitting next to each other. Sabrina glared at me, but I just smiled and waved as we sat next to Amanda. Amanda looked at Tiffany shyly, and wouldn't meet my eyes. I wondered if something else had happened after the picture, but was distracted by the flurry of activity as Gloria set up the camera and Amanda suddenly stood to help arrange something else. Tiffany remained seated, as did Tanya. I glanced over at the blonde's impressive rack. She was bigger than Tiffany, and pretty firm to boot. Obviously not in the same league with Sabrina, I noted after watching her first fight as the "nuclear pledge." But Tanya had gotten good and aggressive. The sudden switch to Sabrina's side had struck me as odd, but as Tiffany never mentioned it, I decided to follow her lead. I had a feeling that much was going to be explained.
First, I took closer stock of Tiffany's opponent. Tanya's huge breasts overwhelmed pretty much any tight fitting shirt, and given her frame, I wondered if anything would really hide the size of her impressive tits. I also found myself wondering why Tanya had been so eager to suddenly go after Tiffany. She'd supported my girlfriend for some time, but now seemed firmly entrenched in Sabrina's corner. With that thought I kept my eyes on Tanya's big breasts, watching them shake and remembering her last fight with Loni. She'd dominated the tough girl with an aggression I hadn't seen. Despite my interest in the current fight, my mind moved back to Loni's defeat as Tanya's bigger, heavier breasts eventually wore down Loni's firm pair. I felt a familiar feeling and tried to focus again.
Tiffany was standing when I returned to the present, and she pulled her shirt over her head without ceremony. Her heavy, firm boobs fell down, quivering, and her nipples hardened just a bit in the cool air. She cupped them, watching Tanya's face the entire time. Tanya, whose hair had been cut since the previous week, now seemed to have some red in it, though it remained mostly its natural blonde. As she stood, I waited to watch her massive tits revealed.
She didn't disappoint, but obviously, putting on a show was not part of the agenda. Her tits came free quickly, shaking and wobbling on her chest as she let them fall. They seemed heavier somehow, and I began to develop some concern for my girlfriend's fate. Tanya's big boobs were slightly lower on her chest, and had more visible sag, but they were at least a cup size bigger, and it seemed like more as the two women moved forward. The larger globes were topped by her thick, red nipples, and her rack bounced as she made her way to the mat. The weight of Tanya's big boobs was apparent, and I realized Tiffany would be moving around, trying not to let herself get stopped so Tanya could pummel her. I wondered about Tanya's stakes as Sabrina stepped forward.
"Alright ladies," the black-haired girl asked softly. Sabrina's tone was even, and I wondered idly what she was hoping would happen. "What are the stakes?" I looked to Tiffany, my eyes wide with shock. From what Tanya had told me, there was just going to be a straight up titfight. Bragging rights.
"I want Jon banned from the house," Tanya said simply. "He's caused too many fights and too much disruption between the higher ranking members of our sisterhood. I understand that even Amanda is being taken in by the activities of these two," she said, jerking her head towards Tiffany. "Tiffany would also lose all victor rights over Amanda when... if I win." Tanya forcefully emphasized the "if," as though she was reminding herself.
"Well," Tiffany began. "Those are some heavy stakes." Tiffany's eyes flew around the room. "So mine should seem fair. As Tanya's no doubt alluded, Amanda has developed an alternative plan to paying off her debt to me. I had thought that those deals were secret, but that tradition's obviously been forgotten. So to make sure it's public, I'm actually going to let Tanya put her money where her tits are. If she's so upset at the way I treat the losers, I'll let Amanda off the hook. And let Tanya take her place. That's it. No other conditions for me." My eyes went wide, and Tanya's did the exact opposite as the blonde seethed. "If she wants to avoid those conditions, she can walk away." A few whispers came up from the crowd, but Tanya finally snapped.
"You fucking bitch! I'm going to tear your tits off. Jon better watch close, because I'm going to be giving your tits their farewell thrashing." Tiffany grinned as she heard Tanya scream.
"I take it that means you agree to the stakes, Tanya?" Tiffany asked, as evenly as she could. It suddenly dawned on me — the sudden turn. Tanya didn't like the way Tiffany treated her victims. It was why Tanya snapped at me. I shook my head at the hypocrisy, remembering Tanya's tits in the frame, flattening my girlfriend's nipple in front of the sorority. I waited to see the blonde's response.
"Sure. Not like you'll get anywhere close this time." Tiffany's eyebrows raised, and a few murmurs went through the gathered girls.
My girl's tits bounced slightly as she rubbed them from below. Tanya pulled her big, heavy breasts up and let them drop slightly as they lined up.
"No nipple fight. Your tips have been flattened by me enough," Tanya quipped. Tiffany grinned.
"K," Tiffany said, her voice curt.
With that, Tiffany launched the first shot. I'd grown accustomed to her speed, I'd thought, but this seemed faster than most of her fights. The first blow was on the mark, as Tiffany's dense left breast landed flat against the inside edge of Tanya's right tit. The impact sent both women's breasts jiggling. Tanya's tit immediately sprang back from the noticeable impact, and Tanya grunted as she stepped back. Tiffany continued her assault, sending another blow from her heavy right breast into Tanya's left boob. Tanya's flesh wobbled again, ripples shaking her bigger breast.
Tanya turned away, avoiding Tiffany's third strike, though Tiff's left breast scraped by Tanya's right. Tiffany stepped back, more quickly than Tanya moved and the two women reset themselves. As Tanya moved towards Tiffany again, Tiffany threw another shot and Tanya was ready. The blonde swung her hips from left to right, forcing her heavy tits to pull away from her body, distorting their shape slightly on impact, and noticeably as Tanya followed through. Tifany's boobs were pushed back by the force of the blow, and my girlfriend groaned. Tanya swung again, and Tiffany, still reeling, moved back just enough so that the tips of her tits took a hit.
My girlfriend grunted as Tanya's bigger, heavier breasts clipped hers. Tiff's tits bent to the side at the front, springing back into shape as Tanya tried to ready another blow. The blonde stepped forward, and Tiffany thrust her chest toward her blonde opponent, who stepped toward her with a quick counter. Both breasts slammed together, and both women winced as the contact was made. Tiffany tried to move first, pulling away, but Tanya dipped her shoulders and shot up. While the blow was glancing, Tiffany's heavy boobs still jumped up, falling down with equal force. My girlfriend grunted from the pain as Tanya's full breasts clipped her smaller pair. I watched Tiff's tits jiggle and wobble. Tanya immediately slammed her shoulders forward, sending her gigantic tits into Tiff's again.
Tiff stepped back, reeling from the strike. Tanya's face grew tight as she stepped forward, and Tiffany responded by throwing a quick jab, for lack of a better word, into the larger breasts of her rival. Tanya grunted, her flesh displaced momentarily, spreading away from the points of Tiffany's dense boobs before my girlfriend pulled away. Tanya winced as Tiffany's breasts slid back, but didn't waste time, thrusting her own tits towards Tiffany's rack. My girlfriend shifted to her left, but couldn't completely avoid Tanya's larger breasts, and Tiffany winced as Tanya's left boob careened into Tiffany's right. I watched again as Tiffany's breast wobbled over her chest, rippling from the impact. She was right, I noticed, ashamed. I loved watching her titfight, even if she wasn't on top. Of course, I rationalized, the fight was not over. And it wasn't. Another shot from Tanya's pendulous jugs sent Tiffany's boobs across her chest from the right. Tanya's distended tits slapped against my girlfriend's as the blonde came back. Tiffany, her eyes only half open after the first blow, didn't react quickly enough to prevent yet another blow. Soon Tanya was dragging her huge tits over my girlfriend's smaller pair.
Tiffany reached up and pushed Tanya away. Tanya grinned. "Can't take the heat? What a surprise. You're a hypocrite. Can dish it out, but you can..." Tanya obviously underestimated Tiffany's speed. Tiffany's blow cut off the blonde's trash talk, and sent Tanya's substantial rack up in waves. A few gasps erupted from the crowd, and Tanya instinctively took a step back. Tiffany seemed to know it wasn't a feint or baiting, and struck. The blow she landed, bringing her right breast from the side to slam into Tanya's right tit, sounded a large smack that caused a couple of the girls gathered to wince. Even Amanda's eyes squinted as she saw Tanya's breast quivering.
Tanya didn't stay defensive for long. As Tiffany pushed forward, Tanya twisted her hips left. Tiffany sensed what was coming, and fired her own shot. Their breasts met, fittingly, between them. Each breast distorted, pushing and sliding over its counterpart. Tiffany's nipples looked hard, poking up and over the curve of Tanya's flesh. Tanya's hard tips seemed to try to burrow into Tiffany's flesh, denting the sides of my girlfriend's flawless boobs. Both women winced, but seemed eager to keep their tits pushed together. I hadn't noticed Tanya's arms sliding toward Tiffany's shoulders, but Tiffany did, and grinned as she brought her own arms up. Soon both women had the other by the shoulders, and their tits were pushing against one another.
Each breast flattened slightly, though Tanya's seemed to give more ground. Of course, I realized after noting the fact, she had more ground to give. Still, both women seemed satisfied pushing their breasts together, and the erotic element of the contact started really getting to me. Tiffany's firm tits would push into Tanya's for a moment, and Tanya would slide her tits over and up, letting Tiffany's rack try to bear the weight of her own. Eventually, Tanya's tits would slope down and start the cycle all over again. The actions seemed repetitive, and likely mostly worked, judging from the redness of the two girls' breasts and the slow creep of pain that eased itself onto their faces.
I watched as Tanya moved her hands down Tiffany's slender shoulders to the joint and pulled forward. Tiffany's shoulders followed the motion, and Tanya sighed. Tiffany's tits were forced down with the pull, and the leverage Tanya's hands afforded allowed her larger rack to begin pushing into the tops of Tiffany's tits. Tiffany's boobs were slightly displaced, compressing from the top and forcing the flesh downward. Tiff struggled to twist away, but Tanya's grip was strong. My girlfriend pushed against Tanya, but the blonde knew she had the best position. To add a little more to the surprisingly effective hold, Tanya pulled back slightly and slammed forward with as much power as she could muster. Tiffany's tits were forced down for a moment even further, and my girlfriend moaned.
"Damn. That felt good," Tanya grunted. She repeated the motion, once, twice, and a third time. Each time, I watched Tiffany's tits lose some of their shape, flattening at the top. The third blow pushed Tiffany to her knees. Her arms fell to her side as Tanya maintained the hold. "Wow. Look at those little hangers now!" Tanya forcefully bent Tiffany down, using the stronger position to push Tiffany's shoulders toward the floor. As expected, Tiff's sore boobs fell from her body, slightly swinging from the struggle she was putting up. "From what I hear, you're on your knees a lot. This might be your new favorite position, Tiff," Tanya quipped loudly. Tiffany struggled again, but Tanya kept her grip.
"It's almost over, you egomaniac," Tanya hissed suddenly. "Just let me enjoy the moment." Tiffany twisted, still unable to get away. I was ashamed at how hard I was, but more concerned that Tanya's dominance was just beginning. Judging from the way Tiff's big boobs had been pounded, I saw no way my girlfriend could fight her. I watched my girl's tits jiggle, wobbling from side to side with struggles that had proved so ineffective. I looked over to Amanda and saw the glimmer of hope in her eyes. I realized that she wanted out. But Tiffany was all set to release her, too. Then I came to a sudden, more accurate realization. She was watching with the same idea I was. Amanda was watching with concern. I turned my attention back to the fight.
Tanya looked down at Tiffany. "Wow. I really can't tell you how much I seeing you like this. I get what Jon sees in you now. Those flopping jugs, little subservient bitch on her knees. Yep. Good call, Jon!" she called. I felt my anger flash, and Amanda put her hand on my leg as a warning. I looked down to her hand and Amanda shook her head when I looked at her.
I nodded, regaining that control I had lost, and I took a deep breath. What I saw when I looked to the fight surprised me. Tiffany had both her hands on Tanya's wrists, and the blonde was watching my lithe girlfriend pull the controlling limbs away from her shoulders. Slowly. Tiffany was glaring at Tanya, and Tanya's eyes had grown a bit wide. I had envisioned a slow motion event, but Tiffany had other plans, and as soon as she got her foot under her, shot straight up, driving her chest into the underside of Tanya's heavy breasts. Tanya's huge tits were rocked, bouncing and shaking. I could feel my own eyes widen as Tiffany pushed forward, slamming her tits into Tanya again. Tanya's huge boobs were shaking on her chest, and Tiffany's assault showed no signs of slowing.
Tanya seemed as stunned as anyone. She was driven back at least three steps before she attempted to pull her hands from Tiffany's grasp. Tiffany stopped her assault as she felt Tanya's shift and immediately forced Tanya's wrists to her side with a sudden surge. Another blow, a direct hit from Tiffany, forced a gasp from Tanya. The blonde struggled, and threw her tits to the left, catching Tiffany in a direct hit as the latter forced herself forward once more. Tiffany's reddened tits bounced against Tanya's, sending both pair into rolling waves across their respective chests.
I realized only then that Amanda's hand had lingered on my leg as we both watched Tiffany fight back. She let the limb fall away, and I shot a sideways glance toward her. She was still watching the fight. I turned my attention to see Tanya land another crushing blow against Tiffany's boobs. My girlfriend grimaced, but rather than backing up, she stepped forward. With Tanya's wrists still (roughly) at her side, Tiffany's arms suddenly and quickly snaked around Tanya's back. Tanya gasped, swearing, but Tiffany had managed to establish the leverage she needed to keep the blonde's arms pinned. Both women groaned as their tits smashed together.
Tiffany's arms slid down to Tanya's elbows, and as Tanya struggled, Tiffany attempted twice to get her hands together. All the while, Tanya's full breasts billowed and rolled over and around Tiffany's, and both women were feeling every shift of the mass of breasts between them. The pain and discomfort were etched on both women's face.
I'd regained some hope with the hug that Tiffany had applied. It seemed that she was controlling more of the action with Tanya's arms pinned. I watched as Tiffany began shifting her feet, alternating the pressure between the left and the right. Had I not understood the competition, I would have found the site enticing, as Tanya's heavier breasts ballooned out in the rhythm of Tiffany's short thrusts. Tanya shifted her own legs, but couldn't establish as much control because her center of balance had been limited. I found myself waiting for the blonde's big jugs to pancake as time went on.
Tanya seemed to have other plans, and in one sudden move she jerked her hips to the left. Tanya lost her footing, but the force of the move pushed Tiffany into letting go of the hold to keep her balance. Tanya stumbled, dropping to one knee. Tiffany stumbled, regained her footing, and jumped forward. Tanya was just getting to her feet when she felt Tiffany's breasts slam into hers. The force of the blow and the weak base from which she was working gave way to Tiffany's assault. Both women tumbled to the floor, and Tiffany landed atop Tanya. Tanya shifted and bucked, while Tiffany reached for the blonde's flailing wrists. Soon Tiffany's left hand caught Tanya's right wrist and Tiff slammed the blonde's hand to the floor, causing Tanya's boobs to roll across her chest. But Tanya reached up and snagged Tiffany's right wrist and pulled the brunette to the side, still bucking.
Tiffany tumbled, and Tanya rolled over, trying to get to her feet. Tiffany, still on her knees, lunged, and another loud smack announced the contact between the two women's thick breasts. Tanya put her arms down to brace herself, and Tiffany slapped another hug on, this time gripping her wrists behind the blonde's back. My girlfriend put her mouth to Tanya's ear and whispered something, and Tanya suddenly tried to flail. With her knees under her, however, the blonde couldn't try the same move, and she instead tried leaning forward, pushing her heavy boobs into Tiffany's. Tiffany grinned and simply leaned back, taking Tanya with her. I realized that even on her knees, my girlfriend knew she had some leverage, and as Tanya's breasts leaned forward, Tiffany pulled her heavy orbs up. Tanya groaned as she felt Tiffany's breasts begin pushing down on her larger pair. The brunette's arms suddenly tightened and Tanya snapped her eyes shut, gritting her teeth. I realized after a moment that Tiffany was grinding her tits into the top of Tanya's breasts.
I watched as my girlfriend slowly began pushing and rocking her bust into the blonde's tits. Tanya's tits began slowly sliding down, then springing back up as Tiffany released the pressure. Tanya's hands reached for purchase, but all she could do was grip Tiffany's elbows. Throught the attempt, Tiffany didn't slow the slight sway of her shoulders as she began rolling her back slightly. I recognized the move, and apparently many of the other girls did, too. Soon Tanya's tits were rocking in rhythm to Tiffany's motions while my girlfriend began taking control of the fight.
Tiffany leaned over again, pushing her tits further into Tanya's chest, and she whispered again. Tanya once again struggled and Tiffany rolled her eyes. My girlfriend slowly brought her knee up and put her foot beneath her. Tiffany began pushing with the additional leverage, and Tanya's grimace began accompanying a series of groans. I noticed Tiffany pulling back further as the fight moved forward.
Soon there was a distinct space between each blow Tiffany was firing, and as much as Tanya tried to move or reposition her tits, Tiffany's pair was burrowing into the tops of the blonde's big, heavy rack. Soon there was a general smacking, and Tiffany leaned over one final time. Tanya angrily shook her head no, and again tried to pull her legs up. Tiffany simply pulled forward, thrusting her tits directly into Tanya's pair. I didn't know if it was Tiffany's intent that she flattened Tanya's tits, but that's what happened. Tanya's proud orbs ballooned out from the nipple to the side, making way for Tiffany's invading pair.
The crowd gasped as Tiffany demonstrated her pair's dominance. She pushed Tanya's big tits around while the blonde struggled against her grasp. Tiffany was brimming with confidence, holding up Tanya's tits with her own before she pulled away and let the blonde's big tits drop. Tanya hadn't given up, I realized, and I wondered why. Tiffany didn't seem too concerned, instead taking the time to push and prod Tanya's slowly softening boobs. Tiff used her tits to push Tanya's in every compass direction, then a few more for fun.
"I give," Tanya finally groaned after a particularly vicious blow from beneath. Tanya's tits were still shaking when she repeated her submission. Tiffany pulled back and slapped Tanya's bruising left breast, watching it bounce as she played.
"Why did you give up?" Tiffany asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Tanya looked at her angrily, but Tiff quelled the rage building by working another roll of her tits into Tanya's beaten sacks. I felt myself grinning and tried to hide it, but watching Tiffany's breasts overwhelm another inferior pair was bringing some memories back. The fact that she'd been so aggressive and dominant caused me to begin breathing just a bit faster.
"God, stop! You've got better, firmer, stronger tits. You've got the dominant pair. No one can beat your fucking tits. Please, stop!" Tanya cried as her tits pancaked. And they had. Tanya's formerly firm flesh was spreading out over her torso as Tiffany ground into her. Hearing the admission made Tiffany grin, and she relented. As she pulled away, Tanya's tits dropped, jiggling, away from her chest.
"Good," Tiffany said encouragingly. "And what does that make you now?" Tanya looked down to her beaten tits.
"Answer, or you can watch those empty sacks flatten again," Tiff snapped, her voice iron. "What does that make you, Tanya?"
"Your plaything," she breathed. A few whispers began buzzing.
"Amanda, do you mind thanking Tanya?" Amanda grinned, standing. She sauntered over to Tanya and whispered in her ear. Tanya looked up. Her eyes were angry but she didn't say anything. Amanda leaned in and kissed Tanya on the cheek. Amanda came back and sat next to me.
"Sorry, Jon," Amanda said. "I'm a free woman." I laughed, patting her on the shoulder. She glanced back at me, a curious look on her face. It was almost a grin, but Tiffany wasn't done, and we both turned to watch Tiffany stand up.
"Get to work on these," Tiffany said, cupping both of her victorious tits. "And I'll let you know when you can come by my room to work out some arrangements." Tanya sidled over to Tiffany's rack, and let her mouth slowly move over my girlfriend's nipples. Tiffany put on quite the show, intent on embarrassing the top-heavy blonde.
"Damn, Tanya," Tiffany said at one point during the tribute session. "You suck my big tits like you enjoy it. Good job, slut," she crowed. Tanya didn't remove herself from Tiffany's superior breasts, however, and soon Tiffany tapped Tanya on the shoulder. My girlfriend whispered in her ear and Tanya slowly looked to me, her expression unreadable.
"I guess that's going to do it," Sabrina said cautiously, her eyes wide. She actually thought Tanya was going to win, I realized.
There was a general consensus of agreement. Tiffany gently shook Tanya's left tit and thanked her before walking to me and Amanda.
"Congratulations on gaining your freedom," Tiffany said. Amanda smiled.
"Are you coming with me and Jon tonight?" she asked. Amanda bit her lip and shook her head.
Tiffany smiled. "It's nice to have that choice, isn't it?" she asked. Amanda laughed, too, and we said our goodbyes. Tiffany pulled her t-shirt gently over her sore tits and we walked up the stairs to go to her room.
