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I woke up on Saturday still really uncomfortable and went out to the kitchen. I had realized a while ago that something was up between Tiffany and me in terms of the no touching sort of contact while she teased me. I also knew that I was likely to find out that night at the sorority. The last week had been an interesting ride, but I was hoping she’d at least try to get out of whatever she was in. I tried to take a deep breath as I considered all that Tiffany had gone through with Michelle and the sorority and her deep concern that she’d be kicked out. I made a very firm decision to resist any temptation.
So I thought I should have at least been a bit more resistant when I saw her sleeping in her oversized t-shirt on the couch. But somehow the shirt had shifted to give me a great view of my girlfriend’s firm cleavage.
I sighed and walked into the kitchen, determined to see through whatever plan my girl had made. As I put the coffee on, I tried to piece together as much of it as I could. She’d denied me any sexual contact, which I realized early was not like her. She’d been teasing me constantly, and I knew that her behavior was getting to her, too. Why would she do that? I asked myself. I thought about school, although she was so good at it that even during the weeks where she didn’t seem to study she was doing well.
I wondered if something had happened in the sorority, but I also wondered how Michelle might get into our bedroom. I gave myself a little grin at the thought of Tiff laying her out and sharing her, though she’d been pretty pointed in saying that only a few exceptions are made in her conquests. Then I realized who might have enough influence on Tiff personally. It was someone she was going up against, however indirectly. I sighed and shook my head, but shrugged. There was little enough I could do about it, so I focused on the plan for the day.
I knew Tiff was going to be at the sorority house for a while, so I got ready to clean and read. Despite my preparations, I couldn’t help but think back to the chance to see more titfights. I wondered how involved Tiffany would be, or if she’d be sitting next to me.
She’d promised me a great night, which she always had delivered. I decided to hang out in my room, and checked into my spring break surprise for my fiancé. I had asked her twice if she wanted to go camping, but the surprise was going to be a trip to a nice hotel with a spa treatment for her. And, as I looked around, it looked like there were some fun things to do.
I heard a familiar groan and walked in to see Tiffany pushing herself up to a sitting position. I strode past her quietly to pour her a cup of coffee. When I came back, she looked at me and said "Thank you," in a leaden voice.
"Thank you," I said. "I had a lot of fun last night," I told her. Tiffany looked up at me with a tired smile.
"I’m glad." she said. "You seemed to enjoy that tight ass," she noted.
"I did," I said.
"Bonnie works out a lot," Tiffany said, taking a small sip of her coffee. "She runs and hits the gym every day."
"It shows," I agreed, wondering where she was going with the conversation.
"Would you mind if I started joining her?" she asked. I grinned.
"No. Why though? You look amazing with your home workouts," I said, making a point of leaning over to look at Tiffany’s ass. She flipped me off and I sat down next to her.
"I’m glad you noticed," Tiffany said, grinning. "But I want to have some company, and the gym has some good equipment. Maybe I can even get you in there," she teased.
"With you and Bonnie?" I asked incredulously.
"Afraid you’ll get distracted again?" she asked. I grinned.
"Just trying to stay out of trouble," I assured her. "Speaking of, what’s going on with you, me and Sabrina?" I asked abruptly. I wanted to catch her slightly off guard, and the surprise on her face meant that she hadn’t expected the question.
"What?" she asked, the sleep falling away from her face.
"I know you like to tease, baby, but this week has been a bit deliberate and you took it a bit further. I also know that it’s getting to you, too. I saw you with Bonnie, just like you saw me. I also figured that the only person that could slide herself between us is her," I said, leaning back.
Tiffany looked down at her coffee, then looked back up at me.
"We made a bet. If I don’t have sex for a week at all, Sabrina owes me. Anything I want."
"How will she know?" I asked.
"She’ll be able to tell pretty quickly," Tiffany said.
"How?" I asked, wondering.
"She’s going to make me cum," Tiffany said, looking at me. I felt my breath quicken. "Jon, if you’ve been doing your usual, I’d be completely satisfied. If I don’t fuck you for a week, Rin’ll have me a quivering mess with her fingers. We’re going to it after the fights tonight. And we’ll be here, so you can watch. And record it." Tiffany stood up and pulled her shirt over her head.
"And then I’ll pay you back for being such a horrible fiancé," she whispered. I reached for her breasts, but she stepped back. "Oh I was just getting ready for a shower," she whispered. "I get one more day of teasing you, lover. I’m going to make the most of it," she said, grinning. She turned to walk, and I noticed that she was wearing a thong. I watched my fiancée’s tight ass bounce as she walked.
She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled knowingly. "I may have gotten a bit jealous of your attention to that redhead’s smooth, amazing ass," she teased, rubbing her hands down her hips to the curves of her fine, rounded rear.
"I’ll remember that," I promised. Tiffany smiled.
"I certainly hope so," she said, striding to the bathroom.
I groaned inwardly, but went about my day. I gave Tiffany a quick kiss as she left, late for a sorority meeting.
I spent the day reading and cleaning, as I’d planned. Tiff came home about two hours before the event started, shaking her head and waving off my questions as politely as she could. She hopped in the shower, and when she came out, she had her towel around her. I took a bit of time watching as she patted her breasts down. She grinned at me, but I noticed she didn’t stop me watching while she began to get ready. She pulled her hair into a pony tail, and I followed her into the bedroom to change clothes while she dressed. She wore a nice blouse, and a nice pair of jeans. The lack of a bra was apparent as her nipples poked through every time the fabric wrapped around the tips of her thick breasts.
I asked if she was ready to go, and she took a deep breath and nodded.
"Big night," she explained. I nodded.
"What’s going on?"
"There’s that competition with Sabrina," Tiffany reminded me. "And that fight."
"Teresa wasn’t the fight?" I asked. Tiffany shook her head.
"No. She had some other things to answer for," Tiffany said.
"Then what about the ‘you’re in’?" I asked.
"I can’t tell you yet, Jon. But I’ll be able to explain after tonight," she promised. I sighed, momentarily frustrated, and she looked sincerely apologetic.
"It has to do with the fundraiser," she ceded. "I just can’t say too much before the sorority even knows about it — officially. If for some reason someone asks and you let something slip, I’ll definitely be out. Secrets are pretty important to us," she explained. I nodded.
"I get it," I said. I was still a bit frustrated, but said nothing, trying to let go. Tiffany reached over to hold my hand and I smiled. It did feel nice to feel her hand on mine, and I wondered what was going through her mind.
I didn’t push her any further, instead deciding to enjoy the feel of her soft skin against mine.
We got to the house well before the time of the fight, and the party had already started. I recognized a few of the people hanging out, then started noticing a few of the girls wandering around. I first noticed Cassie mingling at the door. She caught our attention and strode up to meet us. She and Tiffany hugged, bringing to mind the titfight. I watched Tiffany’s big tits push against Cassie’s and struggled to remain calm. Cassie saw me watching, and gave me a pouty face.
"Still hung up on your girlfriend’s big jugs pushing mine around, are we?" Cassie said. "Last time I took care of you, Jon, but this time, I’m not obligated. And top bitch here needs to take care of some business today. Looks like blue balls for you," she said.
I flipped her off, but she had done enough to bring the memory back. Tiffany laughed with her, and they both began chatting. I wondered how much more mingling was going to have to happen before the girls adjourned to the basement. I could tell I was on edge. A few of the girls said hi to me, and I even chatted briefly with Amanda, who didn’t seem to mind what had to be constant looks down her blouse. She’d left the top two buttons undone, so the top of her black bra slipped over the placket. She did move a bit more than necessary, causing a few shakes of her trapped flesh. Another girl caught Amanda’s attention, and she turned, revealing her firm rear end to me.
When she turned around, she smiled. "Wow. Even after all we’ve done together, I didn’t realize you were an ass man," she teased.
"You’ve been working out," I said.
"Sweet of you to notice, Jon," she replied. "It’s been fun chatting. Hope you enjoyed the view," she teased.
When I saw Tiffany, she was talking to both Cassie and Connie. I looked around for Dan, but didn’t see him. I came up to the three women, and I noticed Connie lean forward just slightly to give me a hug. Her tits swung beneath her, and I asked about Dan. Connie sighed and rolled her eyes, explaining that he had to work.
"It’s a drag. I’m actually kind of surprised to see you, Jon. I don’t think Michelle’s too pleased that you’re riling up members of the sorority." I looked at her curiously. Cassie noticed and sighed audibly.
"Ok, Jon," Cassie said, interrupting. "Which members of Beta O have given you a blowjob?" Tiffany’s jaw dropped. "Excluding your girlfriend," she added. I flushed, having to mentally count for a moment.
"Right. There’s something about that that sort of upsets the sorority leader. So she’s going to target you. Except she has no authority over you. So she can target your girlfriend. Tiff’s not out of the shit yet, Jon. And she still has an outstanding debt to our beloved leader." Cassie’s succinct description of the situation made me turn to Tiffany. She shrugged and nodded.
"While it’s a bit more complicated, that’s really all you need to know. The reason I needed to be on point is because I have a plan for the rest of the semester. I’ve been putting it together all week," Tiffany explained.
Cassie laughed. "Yeah she has. And it’s fucking amazing. As good as your girlfriend is at beating the shit out of other girl’s tits, she’s also a master organizer. You’re marrying up, buddy," Cassie laughed.
Connie’s eyes widened and Tiffany sighed.
"Dammit, Cass," my girlfriend sighed. She looked at Connie. "Breathe a word of this to my brother, and I will make you regret it," Tiffany said threateningly. Connie nodded then threw her arms around her.
"Congratulations!" the blonde offered quietly. Tiffany laughed and returned the hug, her smile genuine.
"Congratulations to you, too, Jon," Connie whispered. I nodded my thanks, and the topic of conversation shifted once again to Michelle.
"The plan should work, though she still does have that debt to call in," Cassie reminded Tiff.
"Oh, I know," Tiff said. "I’m sort of counting on it," she added. Cassie looked at her, obviously confused and Tiff shrugged.
"I’m not going to get out of it. She thrashed my tits. And tonight, they’ll likely be on display all night. And I’ll be sucking on hers, I have no doubt," Tiffany’s voice was even and firm. "So I have to be on top of my game. And I am," she said. "But I need to go take care of something. Can you manage by yourself, Jon?" she asked.
"I imagine I’ll be alright." I said.
"Great. Cass, can you help me with something?" Tiff said, turning to the redhead. Cassie laughed.
"Jon neglecting you again?" Cassie asked. I threw her a pointed stare, and Cassie laughed again. "Just busting your balls," she said. "I’ll go take care of your lady."
Connie sighed. "Those two really like each other," she pointed out. I nodded.
"They’ve been through a lot," I told her.
"Is Michelle going to try and kick Tiffany out of the sorority?" Connie asked, and I shook my head in surprise.
"Not that I’m aware of," I told her. Connie sighed.
"Good," she said. "I know most of the girls want her around. They’re just afraid to stand up to Michelle. Well, I know that the freshman and sophomore girls want Tiff around — she’s a natural leader."
"She seems to be," I said, still glancing around. I took another glance at Connie’s deep cleavage, and looked up as people started quieting down.
"What’s going on?" I asked. Connie shrugged and walked toward a group of the Beta O girls, leaving me alone in the sorority house. I kept my distance from the crowd, but was only one of three guys in the room at the time. I definitely felt like I stood out.
Soon I heard the chatter quiet even further, and barely made out whispers as Michelle came down the steps. She had a smug grin on her face, and I steeled myself for what was coming next.
"As most of you know, coming up during the spring semester is our big fundraiser week. I’ll need the executive council and the two sophomore reps to meet with me for a bit during the party. Ladies, make your way to the stairs." Two girls whom I had seen previously but had absolutely no knowledge of made their way to flank Michelle. The girl on her left was a tall, lithe blonde, though her hair color seemed unnatural. She was athletically built and even though she was quite the distance, she looked far slimmer and spritely next to the curvier sorority leader. On the other side of Michelle was a shorter, but still slender girl, with almost black hair and big, piercing eyes. I found myself following her body line more attentively than I might have otherwise. She had a rounder ass than the blonde, and a more pronounced bust, though I noticed that Michelle’s firm breasts were bigger than both of the women next to her.
"Ella and Claire are in charge of the... special events this semester in terms of overseeing them. Guests to the sorority are allowed to witness these events through invitation only." A murmur of agreement ran through the crowd and I saw Michelle’s glance flicker to me before she resumed.
"Of course, we need the two sophomores responsible for the everyday occurrences around these events to be present, so we can get the proper input. Plus, the freshman girls will get to know these two intimately. The training for hazing will commence next week. Sabrina, Tiffany, come on up so we can say hello!"
Both Sabrina and Tiffany trudged up the stairs. I looked at my girlfriend’s nemesis/rival hard, realizing that she was dressed as conservatively as she could have been. A high-neck t-shirt and jeans. I was surprised, but understood that Michelle may have had a plan in mind as my girlfriend came up the stairs. While her tits were firm, they shook as she walked up the stairs, turning to the crowd and standing next to Sabrina one step down from Michelle.
"These two will be your liaisons, but the first lesson comes right now!" Suddenly Tiffany’s blouse was pulled up over her tits. Each of her sizable boobs flopped down and I saw Tiffany steel herself as Michelle’s hands gleefully shook their prize. My girl’s big tits shook and wobbled. "Tiffany here thought she could pull a coup. Remember this girls. I’m not done, but this is a bit too public for what I’m going to do to our little revolution leader here. Think hers are the best?" she laughed. The sorority widely chuckled as Tiff’s tits bounced around. The humiliation likely only lasted thirty seconds, but it felt longer, especially as I was torn between feeling bad for my girlfriend and getting even more turned on.
"But for tonight, enjoy the party!" Michelle shouted, letting go of Tiffany’s abused boobs. My girl slowly pulled down her shirt and trudged up the stairs after everyone. I felt an almost painful lump in my chest as I watched my girlfriend’s taut ass bounce up the steps. I shook myself away from looking amazed at how distracted I’d become. I barely noticed someone next to me.
"Ouch," Cassie said, suddenly appearing beside me.
"Part of the plan?" I asked.
"Believe it or not, yeah," Cassie said. "Tiff told me she expected it, but Michelle’s not new to the game. I’m willing to bet Tiff didn’t think it was gonna be public. How are you holding up?" There was a warmth to Cassie’s voice that surprised me.
"Ok. I’ve seen worse," I said. "The video after Sabrina beat Tiff," I added. Cassie nodded somberly.
"Yeah. That was pretty rough," the redhead agreed. "Certainly worse than getting her tits bounced a bit." She looked at me. "She’s going to be fine," she told me. I smiled, appreciating the gesture. She put a hand on my shoulder and I actually felt a bit better.
We mingled for a bit, and we both seemed to be eager to be distracted by the party. Cassie updated me on some of the relationships in the sorority, and I listened only because it distracted me from my girlfriend’s plight. I listened as attentively as I could, but finally Cassie pointed to the stairs. Michelle and Tiffany stepped out. Michelle was not smiling, though Tiffany was completely topless again, her own face unreadable. I felt my blood begin to boil, but Cassie leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Michelle looks pissed," Cassie told me, and when I looked I didn’t see anything but a neutral stare. "Which is weird, because Tiffany looks completely embarrassed with her tits out," she added. I found my eyes lingering on my girlfriend’s exposed breasts, wondering what had happened in the meeting.
"I hope you all enjoy the party. Unfortunately, Tiffany and I have some business to attend to!" Michelle whispered to Tiffany, and my humiliated girlfriend made her way down the stairs. I hadn’t noticed the guys coming in to the party, and while I saw a few pull out their phones, no one harassed my girlfriend.
Proving to me that my mind was in too many different places, I immediately hoped that the Hooter girls wouldn’t see my topless girlfriend on one of those photos. Given that the titfight circles weren’t terribly huge, I knew that was less likely with every step Tiff took. I met her at the stairs and she gave me a weak smile. I didn’t think, but leaned in to kiss her, wrapping my arms around her and feeling her bared tits flatten against me. A few wolf whistles told me I’d gone too far, and when we separated, Michelle’s face had suddenly become very readable. I winked at her and offered Tiffany my left arm. My gorgeous girlfriend grinned as she took the offered limb.
"You are so good at pissing my rivals off," she whispered. I shuddered just slightly as I felt her right tit bouncing against my elbow. "I owe you. Again." She hugged my arm close, and even I wondered as to what was going to happen with her.
We moved to the basement as quickly as we could, and after what I’d witnessed, I didn’t realize where we were going until we got to the door. I realized I was a bit hazy, though I couldn’t tell if it was concern for Tiffany or the game that she and Sabrina were playing that took a more direct toll on my understanding.
When they opened the door, Tiffany strode in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Try to keep your pants on. Michelle is going to do her best to humiliate me, and I know how hot you get," she whispered. "Just FYI, I deserve everything I’m about to get."
Tiffany went to sit next to Michelle, who just leaned over unceremoniously and began suckling on my girl’s boobs. When Tiffany moaned, Ella and Claire, who were sitting on the opposite side of Michelle, laughed.
"You sure you’re giving her everything she needs, Jon?" Ella called. The blonde shot me an evil grin. Michelle pulled away and whispered something to my girlfriend. Tiffany nodded and slowly leaned over, letting her heavy boobs fall away. I couldn’t believe how cavalier Michelle was being with the humiliation of my girlfriend. I realized what was going on as Tiffany gently pulled off Michelle’s top. Michelle’s perfect tits bounced into view and I felt myself stiffen as I remembered the fight between she and my fiancée.
"Whose tits are better?" Michelle asked loudly. Tiffany glanced down at her own swinging tits and Michelle gently pushed them, sending both of Tiff’s distorted boobs into a rhythmic rocking. As my girl’s boobs danced, Michelle bounced her own pert pair.
"Yours are," Tiffany said, her voice loud enough for the senior.
"Good girl," Michelle said. "Now get on your knees and show me how much better you think they are." Tiffany dropped to her knees and gave me a quick look as she began sucking on Michelle’s firm boob. Michelle sighed, but immediately announced the fight.
"Cassie, you’re up." The gathered girls murmured as Michelle held Tiffany’s head to her breast, my girlfriend’s suckling noises smacking through the room.
The athletic redhead walked to the stage and true to form pulled yanked her top off, leaving her firm tits bouncing in her plain white bra. She reached behind her to unhook the clasps, deftly doing so with one hand. She caught my eyes as she slowly pulled the cups away, letting her stiff nips pop into view. She cupped each breast and let them barely bounce as she released them. Cassie’s shoulders were straight, and everything about her was oozing confidence. She took a step back and languidly scanned the room.
I wondered only for a moment who her opponent would be. Claire stood up and I heard a few whispers. I looked around to see the usual gallery, including Connie, whom I hadn’t realized had made her way into the room. She seemed to be enthralled by Tiffany’s mouth on Michelle’s tit, and I smiled as she jumped a little when she caught me looking. She looked a bit sheepish, but leaned over to get a closer look, and I couldn’t help but steal a look at her shadowy cleavage.
"You know the drill, Cass," Claire said, peeling off her t-shirt. "When I beat you again, I get you for the weekend. And I won’t be as gentle as that little bitch sucking on Micki’s tits was." There were several oohs and ahhs, and it took me just a moment to figure out what was going on. Tiffany lost the battle. She was waging a war. And Cassie had signed up.
My mind went a bit blank as Claire’s sizable breasts popped into view. Her skin was darker than Cassie’s, and her thick, stiff nips were brown on dark skin.
"And when you’re on your knees with my firm tit in your mouth, it’ll be just the beginning, Claire. I’ll be bouncing your boobs all weekend." Cassie stepped forward quickly, and stopped just before her hardening nipples touched the darker-skinned girl’s tips. Claire started, but didn’t step back. Cassie still grinned, her eyes looking at the bare space between them.
I could tell that the audience was torn between the events on the mat and the events just beside it. Tiffany had tried to move away, but a subtle but firm push kept my fiancee’s mouth latched on to Michelle’s conical tit.
Cassie stole the show by nodding at Claire. "Whenever you’re ready, squishy," Cassie taunted.
I couldn’t believe the senior fell for it, but Claire snarled and jumped forward. Cassie slid back, almost like a dance move, and Claire’s tits distorted wildly. As Claire lurched, Cassie halted her slight momentum and brought her firm tits up and under Claire’s exposed boobs. The elder brunette groaned as I watched Cassie’s strike flatten Claire’s pair from below, forcing the latter’s flesh to slide around the redhead’s stiff pair.
Always aggressive, I thought, shaking my head as I watched Cassie move. She slid backward again as Claire tried to regain her footing, slamming forward with twice the force and slapping her hands on Claire’s shoulders. Cassie’s bigger pair crashed into Claire’s flesh, sending not unpleasant waves of flesh between both pair, and I heard the senior groan.
"Bitch!" Claire hissed, her own hands coming up to grab at Cassie’s biceps. Claire struggled, and I saw her own arms tighten, some thin lines developing in the middle of her right arm, but Cassie’s grip didn’t falter. Instead, she began shifting her torso from side to side. Claire groaned again, her hands sliding to Cassie’s waist.
"Let’s give them a show," Cassie said, sliding her own hands to Claire’s biceps and pushing. Soon, Claire’s arms had bent enough so everyone could see both women’s breasts smashed together. "Look at that," Cassie cooed. "My big, firm boobs crushing yours. I didn’t realize senior meant senior citizen," she cackled. Claire growled, and pulled her arms in, fast. Cassie was taken by surprise, and she lost her footing briefly. Claire, obviously no stranger to the fighting, pounced, shifting her hands to Cassie’s strong thighs and pulling upward.
Cassie landed with a loud, dull thud, and Tiffany turned for a moment to see her friend on her back before Michelle forced my fiancee’s head to her other, previously unattended breast. Michelle gently slapped Tiffany’s tits once or twice, whispering something to my girl that I couldn’t make out. Tiffany’s eyes flickered up to Michelle’s face a few times, but that was the extent of any communication between the two women.
My eyes were pulled back toward the fight going on in the center of the room. Claire had forced her solid body on top of Cassie’s, and the redhead was struggling for purchase. The brunette had pushed her shoulders back to the mat, and was slowly lowering her heavy breasts further onto Cassie’s trapped flesh. Cassie winced as she felt Claire’s weight begin resting on her, and tried twisted her hips to little effect. Claire’s hand shifted slightly, pushing Cassie’s leg up a bit more as the brunette tried to cinch the pin. The entire time, I noticed, Claire was pushing her boobs into Cassie’s, and the weight was obviously affecting the redhead. Cassie grabbed at Claire’s arms, but it seemed like Claire had an answer for everything the redhead tried.
I wondered if Cassie would be able to hold out when I saw her arms suddenly release Claire’s and find some room on the floor. She slapped her arms against the mat, and with her legs still around Claire’s waist from the original takedown, pushed up. Claire grunted, and Cassie twisted again, but this time, Claire lost her balance. It was easily one of the most athletic things I’d seen in a titfight, and as Cassie stood up, it was apparent from the look on Claire’s face that she didn’t have too much experience with that sort of strength either.
Claire slowly stood while Cassie waited, a knowing smirk on her face. As soon as Claire had gotten her footing, Cassie struck again. A wicked blow slapped across Claire’s chest, as the attack came from Cassie’s right breast. I couldn’t help but watch the waves of flesh spread across Claire’s chest, and the reminder that I had been teased for a week began to creep back into my brain.
Cassie fired another shot, and Claire twisted in response, forcing both women to groan as their tits barely grazed each other. From what I could see, their nipples had raked each other, and I imagined I saw Cassie’s thick tip pushing against Claire’s for the briefest moment. Claire struck next, sending a wicked blow into Cassie’s exposed left breast. Cassie winced as her breast jumped up and in before settling on her chest.
Claire’s aggression had increased, I noticed as the brunette reared back for another quick strike. She sent her smaller boobs into Cassie’s, forcing the redhead to step back as the redhead’s tits shook. Cassie pushed herself back, but Claire’s quick strike landed another blow on the underside of the former’s breasts, pushing the firm flesh up briefly before Claire pulled away to let the victimized boobs drop, quivering.
Cassie grunted as she felt her tits drop. Claire moved forward, continuing her aggressive streak. I was surprised to see someone as aggressive as the fiery redhead, but as Claire slammed her sizable boobs into Cassie’s firm, large pair, I found myself impressed. Cassie’s groan spread a grin across Claire’s face, and the brunette grabbed Cassie’s arms and began swinging her chest from side to side.
Cassie grunted, but couldn’t escape the surprisingly strong grasp of her opponent. Instead, her big boobs were buffeted by Claire’s tits. Each slap and thud began to echo in the room as the girls all watched with baited breath. Cassie, obviously, had a reputation for toughness, and many of the girls had never seen Claire fight.
Tiffany saw almost nothing, though my cock lurched as I thought how well she was getting to know Michelle’s thick tits. I could tell Michelle was enjoying it, as her face was flushed, and her hand was more often than not bouncing Tiffany’s hanging jugs. Seeing my girlfriend humiliated hit me on a primal level that beat out any shame for feeling it.
I forced my eyes to watch Cassie’s beating. Her pale tits were red, and she was wincing with each blow. I felt bad for the redhead, wondering what it was the senior girls had learned or done to so easily handle the youthful aggressors. Claire grinned as she heard another grunt from Cassie.
"I like variety. You’ll be my first redhead. In the spirit of something different," Claire began, then quickly dipped and sent an uppercut blow into Cassie’s trapped boobs. Both of Cassie’s tits thrust up, quivering wildly as her nipples bounced on the ends of her tits. Another uppercut had a similar effect, with the accompaniment of Cassie’s groan. A few murmurs from the crowd began to highlight the concern for Cassie’s fate.
Something in Cassie snapped, though, and her eyes suddenly flashed open. "Enough of this amateur hour horseshit," she hissed. "Time to show everyone what a titfight’s supposed to be." Claire rolled her eyes, but suddenly looked down. As solid a grip as she’d had, Cassie’s arms tightened again, and she began to suddenly force Claire’s arms up. As the struggle began unfolding, a test of strength I hadn’t seen at a titfight, Cassie decided to remind everyone that it was a titfight.
With Claire’s arms up, Cassie stepped forward, slamming her chest from the left and drilled her right breast into Claire’s exposed left boob. Claire’s breast squished against Cassie’s, flattening from the side and shoving toward the center of her chest. Claire released Cassie and the redhead stepped back. Claire groaned again as she felt her tit settle down, and Cassie grinned.
"Feel like upping your game, Claire-bear?" A few whispers ran through the crowd as Claire’s eyes narrowed.
"You uppity little slut," Claire snapped. She sprang forward.
For a moment, I thought Cassie would move forward to meet her, but she took a half step back and her arms snared out to slide over the brunette’s shoulders. Cassie slammed forward, and as I saw her arms tighten, I knew Claire was unlikely to dodge the blow while Cassie was holding her.
My inkling was right, and Claire groaned as Cassie’s larger, firm boobs slammed into Claire’s tits, the brunette unable to move out of the way of the intense strike. The latter’s boobs rippled with the impact, and Claire seemed stunned from the shot. Another shot connected, and I thought I could see the beginning of the end as Cassie began alternating her shots left and right. Claire’s tits never stopped shaking, and the perverted part of my mind or wondered if Claire’s boobs were better suited for a tit fuck than a tit fight. A battering of Claire’s tits ended the fight more quickly than I would have thought…or liked.
The brunette seemed to watch as Cassie’s heavy globes slung into her own, a rhythmic thump going through the room as Claire’s boobs bounced and quivered over her chest at the whim of the redhead’s superior orbs. "Enough, bitch!" Claire finally said, snapping. Cassie smiled and slammed both of her larger breasts into Claire’s beaten tits. Claire’s flesh distorted at the point of impact, looking as though her tits were slowly spreading out.
"Ask nicely," Cassie said, her tone saccharine. Claire groaned as she felt her tits getting ground out, but did as the victor asked.
"You win, Cassie!" she whimpered as Cassie pulled away. The redhead raised her arms, leaving her reddened tits on display, but her smile was wide and bright as she moved around the mat. A few of the girls in the room looked a bit surprised, but one face was fuming.
Michelle looked down at Tiffany, who was grinning, and pushed my fiancée away. Tiffany stood, her face smug, and my suddenly confident fiancée turned toward Cassie and nodded. Cassie brought the newly defeated senior to her seat. Right next to Michelle. The redhead’s hand moved to Claire’s head, and while the latter’s anger flashed, she willingly took in the offered breast and began sucking, obviously hoping to get it over with.
Michelle turned her wilting gaze toward Cassie, who shrugged, and cupped her left breast, offering it to the senior. "Show of solidarity?" the redhead asked, and I saw Tiffany’s eyes widen. The stillness in the room echoed Tiffany’s shock.
Michelle stood. "Fight’s over," she said, her eyes boring holes into Cassie. For a moment I wondered if another fight was coming. I saw Michelle’s soft features harden into a smile. She looked back to me for just a moment.
"Remember that we have another meeting tonight, ladies. I want Sabrina and Tiffany to attend so that we can discuss the schedule of events. Tiffany, keep your shirt off. I need everyone but the upper class council and Tiff and Rin to leave the room. Including guests," she said coolly, looking at me.
"Congrats on your win Cassie," Michelle added, sliding behind Tiffany and cupping my girl’s big breasts. She slapped Tiffany’s already red tits together, making my girl’s firm boobs applaud. Tiff blushed, looking down. I kept my eyes on her jiggling breasts for just a moment before I left, ashamed myself that I found it so enticing.
As Cassie and I walked out together, I looked at her. She hadn’t put her shirt on yet, and I jerked my head up, stumbling over an apology.
"I think I might have made things worse for Tiff," she said, her tone a bit worried. Her face was drawn tight, and I could tell she was concerned for Tiffany.
"No worse than I have," I added. She smiled with a weak chuckle.
"I just wanted to stick it to her. Michelle, I mean. Claire’s weak tits weren’t going to do anything against mine," she noted, and Cassie gently massaged her roughed up boobs. I did my best to resist staring. "Really? Such a gentleman. Especially after all we’ve been through." She sighed. "I wonder what they’re doing in there. I’m going to wait for Tiff, but I’m not sure you need to be here when she and Michelle come out. Head upstairs. It’s going to be better for everyone." I realized Cassie was right, and as I turned, Cassie caught my attention.
She leaned over and cupped her tits, letting her firm boobs bounce. "One for the road, you fucking perv," she laughed. Watching Cassie’s dense tits shaking caught me off guard, and I knew I stared longer than I needed to. Cassie just laughed and waved me off, pulling her shirt gently over her impressive rack.
I made my way to the party, where I again noticed Connie somehow had snuck by in front of me. I tried to repress a chuckle as I realized Cassie might have distracted me from noticing anything that had happened as people were filtering out of the fight room. Looking for a familiar face, I joined my fellow freshman to ask her if she knew what was going on.
"No, Jon," she said. "But I’ve never seen Michelle look that pissed. I’m kinda glad I’m not in there." I nodded, and Connie smiled gently. I found my concern for Tiffany grow until I heard someone whisper "There they are."
I turned immediately, and leading the pack was my girlfriend, her tits still bare, and her hair completely mussed. Seeing Michelle’s flushed face and evil grin, I realized that the bitch had taken one of her orgasms from my girlfriend. Michelle’s shoulders were more relaxed, and she was chatting lazily with Ella and Claire. As Tiffany walked out, she heard a few of the more energetic people laugh.
Her face fell, but she seemed to be in a bit of a daze as she made her way to the middle of the room.
I strode through the people to her, ignoring the louder laughter going through the hall.
When I reached her, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Tiffany’s lips were turned up just barely in a bit of a smile. I kissed her, wondering what was up, and felt the kiss returned more forcefully than I had started. A few of the laughs turned into wolf whistles, and Connie was suddenly at my side to hand her a t-shirt. Tiffany pulled it on, and a few joking "boo"s rang through the party. I realized as my concern for my girlfriend subsided that the reaction to Tiffany’s being topless went away as soon as she put on her shirt. It gave me pause for just a moment, but then Tiffany whispered into my ear.
"Jon, I can’t wait to thank you for tonight. But we have a bit of a meet and greet at our place."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Later," she promised. "I can’t tell you everything now. Later tonight," she promised. An old smile crept across her face. "Unless there’s a reason I won’t be able to speak well," she said. I groaned as her hands slid to my waist and back up again.
"I’d really prefer to get out of here, though," she said, backing away slightly. The people staring had already stopped, and the party had picked up around us.
"You won’t get into trouble?" I asked. Tiffany grinned again.
"How much trouble can I get into, Jon? I’m going to be lucky if none of those pictures make it to the internet," she said, the smile on her face fading. She turned her head.
"Let’s get Sabrina. I want to get that out of the way," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door.
We made our way through the throngs, and a few of the sorority girls (whom I did not know) kept asking tiffany if it was true, and repeated "Yeses" caused some major excitement. We finally found Sabrina working to get a song played, and she grinned at Tiffany when she saw us coming.
"Holy shit, Tiff," Sabrina said. "I gotta be honest, that was a pretty bold move in there." She saw the look on Tiffany’s face and shook her head.
"Yeah, let’s get to your place," she said, surprisingly upbeat. "Can you drive? I imagine I’ll just spend the night on your couch," she said. "I can’t wait to collect," she added. I realized that Sabrina didn’t think Tiffany had followed through on the bet.
As we made our way out of the party, Tiffany got a few more hoots, but for the most part, the winter air was cool enough to keep everyone inside. Tiffany had remembered to grab her sweatshirt, but I could still say the barest hint of her hard nipple through the second layer.
"Can we get home?" Tiffany asked. "It’s cold outside."
"Jon noticed," Sabrina offered, and both began laughing. My confusion was obviously apparent and Sabrina looked at me.
"Your girl sent a pretty strong message here tonight, Jon," the black-haired girl said, more softly than I thought necessary. "And Cassie beating up on Claire was just unfair," Sabrina added, looking pointedly at Tiffany.
"Got the point across," Tiffany responded sharply, though she was grinning at her rival. "And it’s going to make life a bit more difficult for Michelle. Which after tonight, I’m not against," she added. It was comforting to hear Tiffany talking so openly about what happened, but as we got in the car, it got quiet.
As I pulled out of the spot, Sabrina moved around a bit in the back seat. I didn’t look to see what she was doing, but she and Tiffany had both stopped talking completely. I glanced at Tiffany, who was just looking out the window.
When we got to our place, I led the way up the stairs, cursing myself for the decision to not get a good view of the two women from behind. The barely present logical part of my brain reminded me that I’d get to see a lot more after I got the door open, so I let a smile grow on my face. As I turned to let the ladies in, Sabrina cocked an eyebrow.
"Why are you grinning, Don Jon?" she quipped. "In about five minutes, I’m going to prove your girlfriend can’t keep anything out of her pants." Tiffany rolled her eyes, and after I closed the door, my fiancée gave me a quick wink before shimmying out of her shoes and pants. She tossed her sweatshirt on the floor, and my eyes widened as I saw how hard her nipples were as they thrust through the fabric of her t-shirt.
Sabrina grew quiet as she peeled off her coat and looked at my fiancée’s body. Tiff’s rival took the few steps needed to close the gap between them and leaned in to gently kiss her. It was a soft, sensual kiss, and Tiffany eagerly returned it. I watched with intense interest as my girlfriend’s nipples somehow grew harder, and when they pulled apart, Sabrina laughed.
"Going too hard tips your hand, girl," she said. "Trying to work yourself up? Just enjoy this, Tiff." Sabrina’s thumbs hooked Tiffany’s panties and pushed them down to her thighs. "Jon, feel free to enjoy it, too."
Sabrina pushed Tiffany into the couch, and shot a smoldering look up at my fiancée before gently rubbing her thighs. As she worked her way up, I saw her face melt into surprise.
"Holy shit, you’re soaked," Sabrina said, and she shook her head. "No fucking way..." Sabrina gently probed Tiff, and my girlfriend let out a slow, languid moan. Sabrina’s eyes closed and she shook her head.
"I can’t believe it," she whispered as she knelt. Tiff’s body shuddered, and even under the shirt, her firm tits began to quiver. I groaned as I saw Sabrina slowly start working my fiancée over, and as I watched, I lost track of everything until Tiffany took in a sharp gasp and her hand clenched the outside of the cushion.
"I’m cumming, Sabrina," was all I heard Tiffany moan as Sabrina worked her. "You’re so amazing, so good." My fiancée was talkative, I thought to myself, failing miserably at keeping the grin off of my face. I felt my pulse began to rise as I thought of what Tiffany had in store for Sabrina that night.
"Tiff, I can’t believe you stayed away. You didn’t even..." Sabrina was shaking her head. "As much as I know I’m gonna hate what’s coming, you have my respect. Plus what you pulled off tonight," she said.
"Good," Tiffany said, still grinning from the high of her first orgasm in seven days. "Good. Do you wanna hear the stakes I’d come up with?" Sabrina sighed.
"No time like the present," Sabrina said. She looked over to me for a brief moment, and took a deep breath.
"Oh, Rin, I already own your ass. I get sex whenever I want it from you. And Jon still gets those big boobs of yours, too." Sabrina’s eyes shot up and she glared at my girlfriend. Tiffany shrugged. "It’s true," she added. "No, the stakes are different this time. All I want, and I’m willing to let you go tonight if you agree, is for you to join my side if it comes down to Michelle and me." Sabrina’s eyes widened and I could see a sympathetic smile go over my girlfriend’s face, knowing what she’d asked.
"Can I have some time?" Sabrina asked. Tiffany nodded.
"Absolutely. But you get to stay here tonight," Tiffany said.
"You said I could go," Sabrina said, her eyes wide.
"If you agreed," Tiffany pointed out. "I said you could go if you agreed. I don’t mind giving you time, but you are kinda my bitch," Tiffany said teasingly. Despite herself, Tiffany reached out and touched Sabrina’s shoulder.
"I know it’s a hard decision, but I literally haven’t had sex all week. And it’s your fault. So take off your top, get on your knees, and make me cum again." Sabrina slid to her knees and pulled off her shirt, letting her heavy tits out. Tiffany looked at me from across the room and smiled as she stood over her rival.
"You’ll be next, Jon. I promise," she said. She closed her eyes as Sabrina’s tongue began to work its magic.
The night went on like that for some time, but Tiffany made good on her promise, and when I woke up, I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face.
I made coffee out of routine, and remembered to make another cup just before I started the pot. I decided to go into the living room, again forgetting in my early morning stupor that Sabrina was on the couch. I grinned as I saw her, completely worn out, and flashed back to several memories of Sabrina and Tiffany on either side of me.
"Morning Jon," I heard a sleepy voice call. I turned to see Tiffany wearing her pajama bottoms. She grinned at me.
"I figured I owed you a bit for this week," she said. "So I’ve instituted a rule for this weekend. I’ll go topless the whole time," she promised. "Um, when we’re home," she added. "And I realize you didn’t get to see both fights last night after Michelle canceled the last one. So I’m going to call a friend. I’ll let you know exactly what’s going on this time."
"You know," I said. "You never really told me what happened last night."
"You’re right," she said. "Do you want to talk now?" she asked.
"Let’s get some breakfast, first," I said. I cooked up a couple of omelets, and Sabrina walked into the kitchen. She looked at Tiffany strangely, but didn’t ask. I glanced at Sabrina’s chest, and let myself get a bit lost in her cleavage. The two rivals both rolled their eyes.
"Impressive restraint," Sabrina said dryly. We all laughed, and I served up the omelets, giving Tiffany and Sabrina a bit of time while I made mine.
"Great omelet, Jon," Sabrina called. "I can see why Tiffany puts up with you." They both laughed and I sighed as I brought in my omelet on a plate.
"Do I need to make more?" I asked, noticing that both women had cleaned their plates.
"No thanks," Sabrina said. "It was amazing, though. And I hate admitting this to you both, but I had fun. Again," Sabrina added, shaking her head.
"I did, too," I said, trying to reciprocate the good will.
Both girls looked at me. "Every time we do this, you get a real life fantasy," Sabrina said dryly. I sighed. "But thanks," Sabrina added, realizing she might have been a bit harsh. After an awkward silence, Sabrina cleared her throat. "We’ve got a lot to do, Tiff," Sabrina stated suddenly, changing the subject.
"Yeah. I need to let Jon know what’s going on first. Why don’t you shower and get dressed?" Tiffany offered. Sabrina grinned.
"No peeking," she told me, laughing as I blushed. Sabrina left, and my girlfriend watched her rival disappear into the bathroom.
"After the fight tonight, and I already have a few ideas, you and I are going to enjoy a nice evening so I can properly repay you for the torture. But for now, can I explain what happened last night?" she asked. I nodded, and felt my eyes snap down to her still-bare chest. She smiled.
"I’m going to enjoy this," she giggled. She shook her torso slightly, sending her breasts to a gentle wobble. I swallowed.
"Jon, last night we officially announced the Hooter’s fundraiser, including a private set of titfights against the Beta Omega’s and the Hooter’s girls. I engineered the whole thing to keep Michelle in the dark, and I’ve gathered enough support that the sorority’s executive council voted to go ahead with it contingent upon the agreement of the restaurant through an official chain. Tamera, in the little contact we’ve had, said the manager had already cleared it. The public fundraiser is a oil wrestling event. Bikinis. And if you want me to, I’ll compete in both. I’m definitely doing the fight," she added, giving her bared tits another shake. She bit her lip as I groaned, and I wondered if I was going to survive having my girlfriend topless at home.
"The kicker was that last night, I got an added bonus. My mom is one of the most influential alumni they have at Beta O. And she was there. And she had no idea her little girl was about to make the sorority so much money. Her little set up with Michelle was the icing on the cake for me. Both of them were stunned. Absolutely surprised. And I got to stick it to both of them for sticking their nose where it didn’t belong. Even after I had to tongue my sorority president to orgasm, I still felt like I won." I groaned as Tiffany nonchalantly added the details of her torture. Tiffany glanced back and smiled as she still heard the shower running.
"You should have seen what she did to my loser tits, Jon," she whispered. "You’d have loved to watch my beaten boobs bouncing all over, especially as Michelle got closer to cumming all over my face. I actually thought of you slapping my jugs all over while I was eating her hot, slick pussy, baby," she added. The shower stopped, and I could feel my face flush.
"I thought you were done teasing," I breathed.
"Oops," she giggled. I leaned over and took her left tit in my hand. I gently squeezed it to watch the flesh spill between my fingers.
"I think tonight will be special for you," I promised, and Tiffany didn’t try to hide her smile.
"You have no idea," she replied. She let my hand take its fill before standing to go shower.
Sabrina came out from the shower wearing a t-shirt of Tiffany’s. I shook my head, realizing the black haired girl filled out the shirt just as well.
She sat down at the table across from me and I took a sip of my coffee.
"How did you keep your hands off her?" Sabrina asked.
"She asked," I replied. "And I love her," I added. Sabrina shook her head.
"I’m not sure I’ve ever disliked you more than I do right now," Sabrina said, rolling her eyes.
"Can I see your tits?" I asked. Sabrina’s mouth went wide, and I laughed, holding up my hand.
"Just proving it could always get worse," I told her. Sabrina smiled despite herself.
"Why don’t you like me, though?" I asked, as genuinely as I could. I wanted to figure it out.
"Tell you what," she told me. "Maybe we can talk more a little further removed from you and your girlfriend using me like your little sex doll last night." I nodded, doing my best to avoid looking sheepish, and Sabrina shook her head. "You really don’t know?" she asked. I shrugged.
"Wish I did. I know Tiff likes you," I added. "And obviously you two have a history." Sabrina said nothing, sitting stone faced at the table. I heard the shower shut off, and Sabrina smiled.
"Getting there, Jon," Sabrina said. She gathered her things and got dressed, though I noticed she didn’t bother with her bra. As Tiffany came out, she had already thrown on her bra and a shirt, and was brushing her still wet hair.
"I’ll be just a minute," Tiff said, and I noticed my girlfriend’s gaze linger on Sabrina. "Jon, do you mind driving us?" I nodded and went to pull on some more suitable clothes than my boxers. When I came out, Sabrina and Tiffany were sitting on the couch and laughing about something. I groaned when I realized what it was.
"He was so cute!" Sabrina laughed. "You and Dan pushed him in?" Tiffany laughed.
"Yes. Mom and Dad were so pissed. We both got grounded for a month. And Jon never came over to swim in the turtle pool again." When Tiffany looked up, she had an impish smile on her face.
"Oops," she said, grinning. I smiled and laughed for a moment, but as we made our way to the car, I gently pulled her back.
"I will get you for that," I told her. She looked up at me with another smile, and I saw her pulse start to speed up before I followed her to the car.
Sabrina fell into the back seat with an audible grunt, and she and Tiffany began talking about the sorority. As we pulled up to the house, I told Tiff I’d be back whenever she needed me, and I drove home.
My day was spent with books and a bowl of soup, followed by a nap that would have made both my partners in the previous night’s activities envious.
When I woke up, I paid a few bills and grabbed my phone to take a walk.
I’d barely made it out the door when I got a text.
"Need you to go to Hooter’s. Tell them the fundraisers are on. Tell Kara. Connie’s with us working on the committee. Love you." I shrugged and got into my car.
By the time I’d made it to Hooter’s, I was actually hungry. I decided to eat while I was there and leave the message with Kara.
I remembered Sydney from the event, and as I looked around, realized that Shelby wasn’t working. Sydney gave me a curious look and I grinned at her, noticing that her bra was like Kara's. The busty blonde’s tits stuck out on her chest with her nipples pointing directly at me through her tight top. I watched for a few moments as Sydney’s tits began bouncing when she walked. I wondered what had happened, but Shelby caught my attention.
"How many?" she asked.
"Just one," I said. She nodded and let me have a table.
I hadn’t been sitting there long when I heard the waitress walk up behind me. To be polite, I turned to look, only to find a deep, dark cleavage between two pendulously hanging breasts. I felt myself catch, but was aware enough to say "Hello Kara," before pulling back to see the look on Kara’s face.
"Hey Jon," she said, keeping her cleavage in view. "Tiff said you might be coming by." I nodded.
"Here I am. Can I get a root beer and a bit of a show?" I asked. I winked at her and she laughed, but lifted her left tit after pinching her nipples to harness and then dropped it, letting it quiver in her useless bra. I watched her flesh undulate in her tank top before she spun on her foot and went to get my drink.
I waited patiently — the restaurant was busy, and I had plenty of time, judging from what Tiffany and Sabrina had said was going on at the house in terms of planning.
Soon Kara had come back, and she glanced around before setting my drink on the table, then scooping up her heavy left tit on the platter. "My tits on a platter for you," Kara offered. I groaned, and Kara stuck out her tongue. I smiled and ordered, realizing that Kara was likely busy. She asked if I needed anything. I thanked her again, and told I had other business to take care of.
"I have to drop off a message," I told her. "Beta O is in for the fundraiser," I told her. "Tiff asked me to get the info to Tamera through you. Tiff said she’d be in touch, but that you might have some work to do on your end."
"We definitely do," Kara said. "Thanks for the message, Jon. Hope you enjoyed that show," she added with a wink. I grinned, finishing and paying for my meal. I did watch Kara maneuver her way around the table, getting some long distance looks of her exposed flesh jiggling perhaps a bit more at the tables filled with men. I heard a group of girls burst into laughter, after Kara had passed them. They seemed to be joking about Kara's oversized free swinging jugs. I grinned, then stood to walk out. I saw Tamera, stricken again by her presence and attractiveness. She was a lot like Tiffany, I thought as I let my gaze linger. The small stare likely caught her attention, as she gave me a short, curt wave, and I decided to head to the Beta O House see what Tiffany and Sabrina had come up with.
When I pulled up, I realized I shouldn’t just barge in to the sorority house. I relaxed in the car, listening to the college radio station. I had nearly dozed off when the phone gave a little chirp, and I started, looking down to see Tiffany’s text. I tapped my phone to see it. I was far more surprised than I should have been to see Amanda with her arm around Gloria’s shoulder. The text below the picture read: Hope u don’t mind watching with us.
I clambered out of the car and went to knock on the door. It took a few moments, but Corey answered the door, and she sighed.
"The one time I’m in the lobby to read a book," she said, shaking her head. We chatted for a few seconds before I made my way up the stairs, hoping that I’d remember where Sabrina’s room was. I knocked on the door and heard a few giggles. Sabrina opened it and laughed.
"Were you in the parking lot?" she asked, apparently surprised that I’d made it so quickly.
"Yes," I said, and I looked down in embarrassment for a moment. Because of the quick interaction, I hadn’t noticed Sabrina had changed her shirt to a v-neck tee. I let my eyes linger before looking back up to see Sabrina’s attention turned on Amanda and Gloria.
"Hey Jon," Amanda said, slipping her bra out from below her shirt. I grinned as she tossed the bra on Sabrina’s bed, and wondered if there was enough room to fight. As Tiffany and Sabrina sat on the bed, Tiff nodded at me. I sat down behind them both and began to watch the two girls as they prepared to fight.
Gloria peeled off her shirt, and I watched her breasts quivering beneath the cups of her bra. I couldn’t really gauge a size difference given that Amanda had left her shirt on, but I could feel my own anticipation build.
"Is this a sorority match?" I asked. Tiff shook her head.
"Grudge match. Amanda beat Gloria’s sister last semester," Tiff reminded me. I had forgotten that Gina and Amanda had faced off. I had also momentarily forgotten that Amanda had invited me in on the stakes.
"So they’re just doing it for personal reasons?" I asked.
"Just watch the pretty girls push their boobs together, Jon," Tiffany sighed, perhaps too loudly. Even Amanda and Gloria snickered. Sabrina guffawed but covered her mouth, shooting me a quick glance before chuckling again.
"Alright girls, this one’s going by the rules of the house," Tiffany warned. "Just keep it clean," she added. "Whenever you’re ready, ladies," Tiffany called.
Amanda whipped her shirt off, revealing her pert boobs to everyone. I noticed Amanda, who had long been a bit shy with Tiffany around, barely acknowledged our presence. I refocused on Amanda’s breasts, watching them shake as she stood, and realized that I might have been staring when I heard the clasp of Gloria’s bra come undone. My eyes snapped to the taller blonde as her tits slid out of her bra, resting high on her chest. I noticed as my eyes flitted back and forth between the two pair of breasts that Gloria’s were slightly larger, and wondered if Amanda, whose tits had never seemed as firm, would be able to hold up. Gloria had given Tiffany a bit of trouble.
Amanda moved first, her confidence impressing me again. She took a big step forward and tried the direct approach, slamming her chest straight into Gloria’s boobs. Both pair distorted at the point of contact, compressing as they were forced together. Gloria’s seemed to be more affected with the impact, but little ripples flashed across their exposed flesh. Amanda stepped back and Gloria, obviously slightly more experienced slammed forward herself. Amanda’s eyes widened at the speed of the move, and both women glanced down to see their tits battling between them, their breasts shoving to gain and lose footing with each movement.
Amanda shoved her torso to the left while her tits were still touching Gloria’s sending another shot into the larger breasts and causing them to shake and wobble just slightly. Amanda winced as she felt Gloria push back, sending Amanda’s tits a bit further back before they separated and each pair regained its natural shape.
Amanda stepped forward, and Gloria fell back a step. Amanda grinned, obviously thinking she had the larger breasted girl on the run, but Gloria laid a trap by bringing Amanda closer, and the older girl slung her tits from the left. Gloria’s big right boob slammed into Amanda’s teat, sending the freshman’s flesh rocking over her torso. I licked my lips almost unconsciously as my mouth went dry.
"I’m going to get you for beating my sister," Gloria hissed. Another shot from the confident sophomore rocked Amanda’s right tit again, and Amanda winced. Rather than pulling back, Gloria rotated her other shoulder, sending her own right breast slamming directly into Amanda’s left. Amanda grunted, and as the younger girl tried to step back, Gloria slammed both her big breasts into Amanda’s chest once more.
Given the lack of space, the blow was more forceful than I would have expected, sending Amanda a step back with a thunderous clap. I tore my eyes away from the fighting to glance at Sabrina and Tiffany. Both girls were engrossed with the fight. I thought better of disturbing them, instead focusing back on the two girls going back and forth.
Though to be honest, Amanda was the one going back more often. Gloria’s big tits kept swinging, slapping Amanda’s tits back and forth, and I felt myself grow aware of my heavy breathing. Gloria swung from below, but when Amanda stepped back, the younger girl obviously had adapted. As Gloria’s tits were coming down, Amanda’s tits were coming up. The smack as the top of the younger girl’s breasts slammed into the bottoms of Gloria’s tits was loud, especially for the small room. Gloria staggered backward and Amanda took the opportunity to spring forward, landing another solid blow with her breasts atop the stunned sophomore’s boobs.
Gloria groaned, but reached out to grab Amanda. Amanda’s hands shot up, and she caught Gloria’s wrists, slamming the older girl’s arms down to the side and leaving the larger pair of breasts exposed. Amanda’s excitement seemed to increase as she moved forward, shoving her tits roughly against Gloria’s. Both girls winced, but Gloria’s trapped torso obviously took the brunt of the blow. Amanda fell into a rhythm quickly, and I was shocked to see the same move from the fight the previous night. I thought back to Cassie just obliterating Claire with her boxing move. I was surprised and excited to see Amanda learning from it.
Gloria was likely anything but as she winced and began to grunt as her tits took a pounding. Amanda was going from top to bottom , side to side, and even from under to send Gloria’s jugs flopping all over her chest. As Amanda reared back for a big strike, Gloria jerked her entire body backwards, almost jumping out of Amanda’s arms, and Amanda stumbled.
The opening allowed Gloria to spring forward herself, and as Amanda regained her footing, her already sore breasts were slammed by Gloria’s reddening orbs. Both pair of breasts splashed outward, sending flesh wobbling all over her chest. Amanda groaned, and she was stunned enough that she couldn’t dodge the next blow.
Amanda’s tits flew upward as Gloria’s uppercut blow slammed into her stationary tits. Amanda’s boobs were flopping over her chest when she looked up and stumbled back. The tips of Gloria’s bigger boobs grazed Amanda’s tits, bending the younger blonde’s orbs at the middle for just a moment before the distending breasts flopped back into shape.
Gloria kept up the aggression, this time slamming from her left. Amanda gasped as she felt her boobs shoved to the left, and the sophomore dragged her bigger, heavier boobs across Amanda’s, pulling another groan from the younger girl.
"I’m going to enjoy this. Just like you did with Gina," Gloria promised. Amanda looked up and thrust forward weakly. Gloria avoided the blow and her hands reached out to trap Amanda’s wrists.
"Feel familiar?" Gloria laughed, twisting her shoulder so her big left breast flew into Amanda’s trapped right tit. The latter’s boob wobbled gently and soon her left breast joined in a delightful dance across her chest. Amanda’s head lolled slightly as her boobs began getting thrashed. I sighed. I genuinely liked Amanda, and hated watching her lose, despite the physical reaction I was having.
As Gloria pulled back from what would have seemed to be the final blow, Amanda surprised all of us, dipping down suddenly and breaking free of Gloria’s grasp. The uppercut she delivered sent Gloria’s big boobs up and toward her face.
"You bitch," Gloria groaned. Amanda didn’t let up, sending another uppercut. Gloria didn’t get out of the way quickly enough, and both pairs of breasts met at the tip again. This time, both women groaned and stepped back, hoping to avoid more contact. Amanda leapt forward, obviously hoping to end the fight.
Gloria quelled the uprising by slapping her arms around Amanda’s toned body. The younger blonde groaned as she felt the bigger boobs of her opponent laying atop her own battered pair. Unlike many of the fights I’d seen, Gloria wasn’t preparing for a slow grinding victory. She violently shook her torso back and forth, forcing another groan from Amanda.
"Feel my big, thick boobs just wearing yours out?" Gloria asked, and the way the younger girl was reacting, the answer was obvious.
Amanda groaned again, but didn’t yield. "You are one tough bitch," Gloria muttered. I saw her limbs tighten and Amanda wailed as Gloria picked her up. "Let’s just see how much pressure those boobs can take." Amanda grunted as Gloria reset her arms. Amanda moaned again, and Gloria faked a pout.
"Not yet?" Gloria began shaking, hard. My eyes lingered in the space between the two women, and despite Gloria’s position, her own breasts beneath Amanda’s, it seemed as though Amanda’s boobs were giving up more. When Gloria stopped her manhandling of the younger girl, Amanda’s eyes were shut, and her breasts seemed to have given up the fight. At the slightest movement, the young blonde’s crushed jugs shook and wobbled.
Gloria set her down and pushed gently. There was no mistaking the superior pair. Amanda’s tits pancaked out from Gloria’s pass, and the sophomore laughed as she watched Amanda’s teats fail.
"You win," Amanda said sadly. Gloria turned her toward Tiffany and Sabrina.
"In keeping with our tradition, I’d like to present this freshman victim," Gloria giggled. Sabrina smiled, and Tiffany shot Amanda a sympathetic look.
"Just a couple of quick bounces, girl. Nothing more tonight," Gloria promised as she cupped Amanda’s boobs. She began juggling them, and I watched Amanda’s young nubile flesh bounce and jiggle over her chest.
"Look at Jon, Amanda," Gloria ordered. "He can’t keep his eyes off your loser tits. But whose are better?"
"Yours are, Gloria. Your big boobs pounded mine into these bouncing jugs," she said despondently. She looked down at her tits without looking up.
"My hands are getting tired. You bounce them," Gloria laughed. Amanda cupped her sizable boobs and began bouncing them for our entertainment, an audible sigh on her face. Sabrina giggled, and Tiffany shook her head as Amanda humiliated herself. Again, my eyes were drawn to the quivering flesh of her chest as she cupped them. I looked to her face once and thought I saw a small smile for just a moment as she looked up but couldn’t be sure.
"I’m satisfied," Gloria said. "For the public stakes. I’ll look forward to seeing you Thursday night." Gloria pulled on her shirt gingerly, and Amanda followed suit. I opened the door for them as they left and said my goodbyes. As I closed the door, I realized I was in Sabrina’s room.
"I guess I should go," I told Tiffany and Sabrina.
"Not without your special treat," Sabrina said ominously.
"I can’t believe you didn’t grope either of us, Jon," Tiffany sighed, mock exasperation tinging her voice.
"It’s enough to make us feel unloved," Sabrina pouted. My mind was racing. The majority of my brain knew they were up to something, or at the very least teasing me, but Sabrina leaned over and her cleavage deepened. With the fight going on, I’d somehow missed the fact that my girlfriend’s rival had neglected to put on a bra. As I watched, her tits began to swing away from her chest.
Not to be outdone, my girlfriend leaned over. Realizing that she was still wearing her bra, she quickly reached behind her. Both girls began giggling as Tiffany threw the bra on Sabrina’s bed.
"We have some good news," Tiffany said.
"I’m going to back Tiffany if it comes to it," Sabrina said. "We just wanted to see if the news would register with our bras off." She laughed. So just the teasing, I thought, smiling despite myself.
"Next week, our hazing fights start," Tiffany said. "We’ll be both out a lot training the girls, so I wanted us to give you a good send off." Both girls grinned and blew me a kiss.
"I’m going to take my girl home, Sabrina. Thanks for having me over," I said. Sabrina grinned, and Tiffany gathered her bra.
"Oh, you don’t need that," I told her firmly. Sabrina’s little gasp told me my ploy had worked. Tiffany suddenly grew quiet, but she folded the bra and gently put it in her purse. As the door closed behind us,
Tiffany turned and pushed her big boobs into my chest. I felt them crush against me, and she looked up at me with an almost too-good innocent look.
"My big boobs feel so naked without their bra, Sir," she breathed.
"Imagine how they’ll feel bouncing out of that shirt," I shot back. Tiffany’s nostril’s flared as her breathing became jagged.
"I just did, baby. Let’s get home," she said, turning and pulling me down the hallway.
