[Augur]

Best Friend's Sister: Kara's struggles, Part 11
By Goliadmike
(Spin-off of Jon Grey's Original Series)

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BFS Hooter girl tournament - Finals

I answered the door, and immediately (and obviously) felt my eyes drawn to Kara's tits. The brunette was wearing a thin, hot pink tube top that couldn't hold up her big jugs, nor hide her stiffened nipples. I swear I felt my mouth water. When I looked up (finally) to Kara's face, her almost scowl told me she wasn't impressed with my gawking.

"Hey, Kara, you look great," I managed to get out.

"Do I?" she snapped. "Or do I look like a desperate club slut out looking for a fuck?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Like I said, you look great." Kara's scowl didn't fade, and I could tell she wasn't happy. I could only assume that Darla had dressed her like this, and as much as she said she liked the exhibitionist part, it looked as though this may not have been her cup of tea. But, I reasoned, she still had done it.

"Are you ready?" she asked, obviously impatient.

I was excited, but had to admit to myself that I was a bit nervous. "Oh yeah," I replied.

"Darla is waiting in the car," Kara explained. "You're in the back."

That wasn't good. That means I couldn't see Kara's big boobs, and it might mean that Kara and Darla had something in mind. "Oh," was all I could muster.

As Kara walked toward the steps I noticed that her skirt was ridiculously short. It was nice denim pleated number, but came dangerously close to revealing the bottom curve of Kara's round ass. I let a snicker out, realizing that Darla must have been enjoying herself a bit much. My concentration on Darla's idea of "fun" was shaken when Yvonne, a neighboring girl was running up the stairs. She slowed to a walk when she was aware of us, and her normally smiling face turned to disgust as she saw Kara's obscene outfit. I nodded at her, and she rolled her eyes as she walked by.

I grinned as an idea came into my head. "Hey, wait here," I said, stopping her at the top of the stairs, "till I'm at the bottom." I scrambled down the stairs and shouted "Okay!"

Kara's descent down the stairs might have been a bit more awe inspiring had her big jugs not been in the tube top they were in. They swayed and jiggled as she moved down each step, her big, free tits swinging. The flesh rolled in the top, and her bouncing tits looked like a tremor had hit with each step. I had to stop myself from drooling as I watched her massive boobs. I heard Darla laughing in the car, and saw Kara roll her eyes, but I still let my gaze linger on her swinging teats as she made her way to me. I walked with her as we moved towards the car.

Darla wasn't done having fun, however. She rolled down her window, and waved a camera at Kara.

"Hey Kara, perv," she said, directing the last insult at me, "you want me to take a picture... you know, capture the moment?" Darla asked. I stiffened a bit, but then realized she might be having a bit of fun at her big-titted girlfriend's expense.

"Sure," I replied, draping my arm over Kara's shoulder. Just before Darla took the picture, I filled my hand with Kara's right tit. I felt her stiffen in surprise, but left my hand below her boob.

Darla looked disappointed as she addressed her girlfriend. "Kara, you weren't smiling," Darla said. I laughed, realizing I had been the cause. "Let's try another one," she said.

Darla took another shot, and I again squeezed Kara's breast playfully. She apparently kept her smile, because Darla looked at the camera for a second and smiled. "Better," she said. I released Kara's tit, and she made a beeline for the driver's door. Still upset that I wouldn't get to ogle her floppy boobs, I climbed into the back seat.

"How do you like her outfit, Jon?" Darla asked. I could tell that Darla was eying Kara. but I couldn't really get any sense of them putting me on. I decided to answer honestly.

"I already told her she looks great," I said. Darla did nod.

"Wait till you see her referee outfit," Darla said.

I relaxed as Darla seemed perfectly comfortable talking about Kara on display. "Looking forward to it," I replied grinning.

"You should be, Jon. It will be a hoot... or hooters." Darla laughed, and I laughed along with her. I had no idea what the referee outfit was, but if Darla was hyping it as much as she was, I knew I was in for a treat.

Kara interrupted our mutual laughter: "How is Tiffany?" Darla's face fell as Kara mentioned my girlfriend.

"She's good," I replied. I wondered how Darla was going to react to the conversation. "Busy with school and the sorority," I told them.

Darla snorted. I rolled my eyes but said nothing.

"BOOBs," Darla said, snorting again with disgust. "Suits her."

I didn't know how to react, and I couldn't tell if Darla was just baiting me. I finally asked, hoping this wouldn't blow up.

"And what's wrong with Beta O?" I asked.

I could just see the corner of her mouth, but Darla was smiling. "Oh, nothing if you're a rich slut with big fat boobs," she said. I felt my hands clench, but tried to remain calm. I almost said "Tiff's boobs aren't fat," but stopped myself. I leaned back.

"They don't all have big fat boobs," I finally decided on. Darla was quick, however.

"Oh, so they started letting the rich flat chested girls in then, eh?" she sniped.

"They are not all sluts... or rich," I said. I was getting frustrated with her little quips.

"Oh," Darla said in a mocking tone. "That really means a lot coming from a shadow lurking perv that likes to shoot his jizz all over girls' boobs." I should not have been as surprised as I was to hear that, but I was stunned. Kara new, and Darla had been there, so the comment was perfectly understandable.

"Hmm, it seems a lesbian that likes to parade her conquests around naked and dress them like hookers shouldn’t be pointing out the moral failings of others," I finally shot back. "Should they, Darla the dyke?" I knew she did not like the nickname, but at that point, I'd reached my limit. I waited for a moment before I kept attacking.

"You know, after Tiffany crushed your tits I would think that beating would have changed your attitude," I said, "But, I guess once a bitch always bitch." Darla turned around, glaring, and I waited for the response. I leaned forward despite myself, knowing that she was going to fire back at me.

Kara seemed nervous and I realized that it didn't matter. I wanted Darla and I to air out our differences. I was surprised then, when she turned around with a much calmer look on her face.

"You know, Jon," Darla began, "I wasn’t always a bitch…or a dyke. Well, I’m still not a dyke. I guess you were lurking in the shadows the night you saw me beat Christy, that little blonde bitch?" I had no choice to nod.

I wondered where she was going with her new line of thought. After Kara had me admit that I had been watching those fights, I was a bit concerned that I was going to be labeled the pervert and that Tiffany would get lumped in with me. I waited for her to continue.

"I’ll give you a little history lesson." Darla said. I leaned back, waiting to hear the story that Darla was going to tell.

"I guess you thought I was being a bitch for the way I treated Christy?" Darla asked.

I shrugged. She had been a bit of a bitch, but after Chrissy's milking of Kara and Sabrina's torture of Tiffany, it had been pushed down the list of things that had been done after one of the titfights.

"Well, that night was just a little payback for the hell her and her little group put me through in high school." Darla explained.

"Christy wasn’t the leader of her little click, but she gleefully jumped in whenever Becca started in on me." Darla continued, "Becca was the leader, while Christy and Kelly were her best friends and did whatever Becca wanted them to do."

Darla turned around to glance at me. I was leaning forward slightly, propping my chin on my hand. I had seen the fight with Becca, but hadn't really connected them together before that. Whatever she found on my face satisfied her, as she turned to the front and continued her story.

"I was dating what I thought was a great guy," Darla said, "But I found out he was cheating on me with Becca, we had a couple of fights over him with all of them being broken up before I could kick her ass. Finally I just dumped him."

"That sucks," I said, and meant it.

"It did suck, but that wasn’t the worst part." Darla continued. "I guess the bitch, and yes Jon she is the real bitch. Becca felt threatened since the guy cheated for her what was to stop him from cheating on her, so she made my life hell. Becca spread rumors about me. Becca is the reason for my nickname, Darla the dyke."

I nodded; I hadn't heard Darla's side of any story in all of her attitude, so I was leaning forward to hear more.

"Becca and I were in the drama club and we were always battling for parts in plays. Unfortunately, for me, Becca had the drama teacher wrapped around her little finger. The bitch has a way of doing that with guys. Becca always got the good parts and I was stuck with lesser roles." Darla added.

Darla stopped for a moment seeming lost in thought then went back to telling her story.

"Between the drama club snubs and taking my boyfriend away from me. Becca took great delight in ostracizing me. I don’t know why, but even after she and my ex boyfriend broke up with each other she and her group continued to pick on me." I feared the worst as I tried to frame my question.

"Um, was Tiffany part of that group?" I asked, my muted voice echoing my embarrassment.

Darla shook her head.

"No, Tiffany was so wrapped up in cheerleading she didn’t pay much attention to the drama and choir girls. I never had a problem with Tiffany until Christy and Kelly came crying to her after I kicked Christy's ass." Darla replied.

I nodded. I'd hoped Tiffany hadn't been a part of it. Her treatment (and mine) of Darla and Kara hadn't actually prevented my imagination from including Tiffany in that crowd during high school.

"The loss to Tiffany stung at the time but it was not the end of the world for me, in fact, it actually helped. Christy and Kelly began to pick on me after my loss to Tiffany. Well, at the time, things got worse for me, after high school, Becca moved away, but she recently moved back after flunking out of the private school she enrolled in. so she was back with her little clique. They Kelly and Christy told Becca about our little events. Becca jumped at the chance to challenge me." Darla said.



I remembered the fight. Becca had dominated Darla, her big tits flattening Darla's before the blonde led Darla upstairs to do something that probably defied definition. I let myself remember the fight.

"I was determined to put that bitch in her place, but someone had been teaching and training Becca. In addition, I wasn’t prepared for her nipples. I have to admit they are amazing." Darla mused.

I remembered Becca's big, thick tips, too, crushing and battering Darla's overmatched nips.

My reaction to the memory must have caught Kara's attention, as she kept glancing at me in the mirror before a look of realization spread across her face.

"Oh my God, you saw that fight too didn’t you?" Kara blurted out.

As caught up as I was in the discussion, I turned red almost instantly after realizing what Kara had said. I felt mortified, but answered Kara's question. "Um, yeah, that was the night Tiffany fought her brother’s girlfriend."

Darla and Kara both busted out laughing. I couldn't believe they'd call me out so often, and in retrospect, I couldn't believe that I'd been able to spy on them so often, and then I realized how creepy it was that I'd done it. I wished I could hide in the car, but both Kara and Darla kept the attack going.

"I take it back, Jon, you’ve got Darla beat in the pervathon." Kara laughed. I half wanted to pull her top down, just to stop her laughing at me. I instead sought escape in the floorboard.

"Damn, you broke into my house again?" Darla asked. I swallowed, but kept my mouth shut. It seemed that every time I opened it, bad things happened. "Sick, just sick," Darla said condescendingly.

Thankfully she went on with her story. "So anyway, Becca beat me, and I had to spend the night servicing my long time enemy. Those bitches became relentless, Kelly, that little witch decided that she could take me. So we were in the student center and she was goading me into a fight with her and I was about to accept when Kara here stuck her big udders where they didn’t belong."

I was amazed at the casual way that Darla reached over and jiggled Kara's right breast. Kara flinched just slightly as the contact was made, though I couldn't tell if she was worried about pain or just the idea of Darla groping her boobs.

"I have to admit I was a little worried about these things," Darla said, squeezing Kara's big boob, "But I came up with a plan and it worked beautifully. Ha, every time she swung these things at me." Darla explained, bouncing Kara's tit in her hand, "All I had to do was turn and protect my boobs until wore herself out." Darla beamed.

I nodded as I traced the movement of Kara's heavy udder. "I saw that fight," I said. Both girls glanced at me, and I realized what they were probably thinking. "Not in person, it was recorded," I said, holding my hands in front of myself and shaking my head. Kara and Darla burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes, but was glad that they weren't upset or on the attack.

"So anyway, I have a strategy for that bitch, Becca," Darla concluded, "And she’s going to pay."

Darla's tone had grown serious, and I leaned back, wondering what she had planned for the unsuspecting blonde.

"So, Jon, when you see me being a ‘bitch’ it is for defense. People leave me alone when I’m in bitch mode." Darla stated.

I nodded in agreement. I certainly didn't like dealing with Darla in that mode, and I remembered feeling bad for those on the other side of it, including Kara. Had I not had the talk with her at the restaurant, I would have been concerned, but both seemed to be getting what they wanted. Kara was getting all the attention she could handle, especially with Darla parading her around.

Kara drove for a while and we sat in silence. Then Darla laughed suddenly.

"Hey Jon. We're not the only perverts in the car," Darla said.

"Oh," I said.

Darla grinned as she continued. "Do you know what Kara likes to do?"

I turned my full attention to Darla, leaning forward. "What?" I asked eagerly. Kara shot Darla a glance, but it didn't seem to deter Darla at all.

"She likes to parade in front of her big window naked so everyone can watch her," Darla said, laughing again. I smiled, trying to imagine Kara naked in front of the window, her pendulous boobs swinging as she moved around her apartment. I found myself trying to stifle a laugh.

"Really?" I asked, not at all with a calm, steady voice.

"You make me bitch," Kara said, now on the defense.

"Pfft," Darla said, scoffing her girlfriend. "You should see how hard her nipples get when some guy sees those things bouncing around her apartment." I fought the urge to say "I'd love to," and instead stopped stifling the laughter as Kara began to flush.

Kara turned a bright crimson as Darla piled on. "One day she had those udders pressed up against the window all flat and shit," she added. "The old maintenance guy saw her and I thought he was going to have a heart attack." I laughed heartily. Darla told me a few other stories, the standout Kara cleaning in the nude with the windows open.

I'm sure Kara was relieved as we pulled into the house. We got out and walked to the door. A good looking brunette opened the door and greeted us. I spent some time looking over her body, probably more than was necessary. Kara introduced her as Alexis.

"I'm Jon. It's nice to meet you," I told her. She grinned at me. I was very impressed with her bikini. It was holding her ample boobs in, and left no doubt as to where she worked. The white letters stood out more than I would have expected on the pink bikini. "Thanks for having me," I added as we walked in. Alexis smiled her acknowledgment and ushered us inside.

"You can change upstairs, Kara. Ryoko's already there." Kara thanked Alexis, and made her way to the stairs.

I watched Kara walk up the stairs, hoping to get another view of her big jugs flopping in the tube top. As she went upstairs, I realized that the only person I knew with any sort of connection was Darla. And as a few of the girls had arrived, I didn't want to seem as lecherous as I was feeling, so I clung to the petite girl. Darla noticed, but surprisingly said little about it.

"How long have you been involved?" I asked. Darla snickered.

"Since the beginning. Kara told me about it and I told her to bring me. I was actually bored as hell in the first part, Jon. Then things got interesting," she added.

"Meaning?"

"They actually started taking it seriously. They have fun, and that's good. I have fun, too."

"So does Tiff," I added. Darla snorted.

"I remember," she said. I quieted down. "But they also started going after each other. The first few fights were all lovey-dovey. I've actually seen some decent fights, and my girl Maria is going to take it all."

"I thought Kara was your girl," I teased. Darla grinned.

"She's different," Darla said, and I noticed that there was a bit of tenderness and secrecy about her relationship. I didn't push. "Maria's my pick for the fight," she offered by way of explanation. "Tits and attitude."

"Like you?" I asked. Darla grinned.

"Kinda. She likes winning, and she likes everyone knowing what that means. You should have seen her last week. I knew Maria'd be going up against some bigger boobs, and whose got bigger boobs than Kara?" I nodded my agreement. "Well, I had Kara present her big jugs to Maria and let Maria flatten Kara's tits. I think it was the first time she'd been against a pair that big, and she owned them."

"So she joined the exclusive club of everyone else?" I asked, grinning. Darla looked at me for a moment and realized that I was joking. She laughed, loud and hard.

"Shit, that was good," Darla said. "Oh, here's Maria!" she said. I turned to see Maria walking towards me. I admit she was striking, tall, with long jet-black hair that seemed to pop more because of her light brown flesh. Her boobs weren't huge, but they weren't tiny, and they certainly looked firm beneath her t-shirt. I found myself hoping that not all of the girls were as gorgeous, simply because the overload might kill me.

"Maria, this is Jon," Darla said, casually introducing us after they shared a quick hug. "He's Kara's guest this evening." Maria grinned.

"I see," Maria said. "So this is Kara's punishment for losing worse than Connie did to Tiffany?" Darla snorted. "Not a surprise with her weak tits," Maria said, perhaps with more derision than I thought was necessary. Darla didn't seem to mind, and I shrugged. Maria caught my eyes flit down to her chest and she grinned.

"Impatient, are you?" she asked. "Don't worry, you'll see them soon." We all laughed a bit, and Maria cut the tension pretty quickly with the laugh. "Ass," she added, to more of our chuckles.

"Speaking of asses," Darla chimed in. She pointed behind me. Maria was now wearing an almost evil grin. I turned to the stairs to see an Asian girl, slim and slender, but with a large pair of tits. She was completely nude, forgoing the same pink bikini that our busty hostess had put on. The Asian girl shook her head as she came down the stairs, her boobs shaking with each step. Her areola were as puffy as any I'd ever seen, pointing straight out. I did my best to keep my mouth shut, but I certainly was not the only one staring. Everyone watched the parade of tits.

Of course I was more drawn to Kara's swinging, flopping jugs as the brunette sub walked down the stairs, completely nude. Her bare pussy caught my eye, too, and I found myself wondering why she'd shaved it. I grinned as I realized I'd have plenty of opportunity to ask. Her swaying, shaking tits were mesmerizing, and I almost jumped when I heard some laughter then a door opened and a few more people came in. I still kept my eyes on Kara's flopping udders as she moved down the stairs. I certainly wasn't the only one watching, as laughter began popping up around me. Behind Kara was a smaller Latina, also completely bare-assed. Her black hair and round ass were definitely her best assets, as she wasn't the biggest on top. They may have been fairly firm, but even in the company of the losers parading down the stairs, she didn't compare in size. She looked very uncomfortable, and was glaring at anyone who looked her way, turning one way, and then the other as she made her way to Maria.

I turned my attention to the visitors as they made their way into the living room. The first I recognized instantly as Shelby. Her perky jugs bounced in her shirt as she made her way to the room, a beaming smile on her face.

A gorgeous girl followed, her tall, muscular boyfriend behind her. She wasn't exotic, but seemed like the girls in all the glamour shots in a lot of guy magazines. She had a nice tan, blonde hair, and was probably the envy of a lot of girls at the restaurant. Her tits rounded out the edges of the shirt just enough to imply their size and firmness. She wasn't as toned as some of the other girls, but all the soft places went to the right parts.

Shelby bounded over to me and Darla as Kara was coming down the stairs. "Hey Dan's friend!" Shelby said, probably louder than absolutely necessary. "Are you here as Darla's friend?" Darla glowered at the blonde, but I shook my head.




"Kara invited me," I said, shifting. I wasn't familiar with the new additions, and so many new people letting me watch something that seemed fairly intimate made me a bit edgier than I thought. I realized I was hovering closer to Darla than I had been before the two newer guests had arrived.

"Are you going to be fighting today?" I asked. Shelby shook her head and looked around.

"Nope," Shelby replied. "I already got eliminated. I'll be serving the drinks. Thankfully I've had lots of practice, 'cause I'm a waitress!"

"Neat! Well, I've gotta go change. Bye!" And with that, she walked toward the stairs. She slipped behind Anna and went up to change. From what I was seeing, I'd actually get a chance to watch Shelby's perky jugs bounce around. I half-wished Tiffany were there so she could do something for my rising excitement.

"Isn't it great to just watch those big boobs bounce?" Darla asked, almost with admiration. I could tell she was half-mocking her though, and it was apparent why. She looked out of place and ashamed, and a bit silly, like she had forgotten her clothes. I grinned as Darla waved Kara over, beckoning with one finger.

"I've been letting Jon here know about Maria's show of strength last week, how she pushed those hanging boobs around like water balloons. Guess what he said," Darla hinted. '"I don't know," Kara asked, steeling for the worst. "Oh... How'd you put it Jon?" I couldn't help but grin.

"So she's joined the exclusive club of everyone else?" I repeated, to a second round of laughter. Kara sarcastically sighed. "Ha fucking Ha" she said and flipped me off. I felt bad, and shrugged with an apology. Kara rolled her eyes, so I turned away to glance at Maria. I tried to picture them flattening Kara's big boobs, but my eyes soon were drawn to Anna, and I kept wondering why she was involved with the titfighting crowd. She returned my stare with a withering gaze, and I turned again to face the visitors.

The blonde girl that had come in with the bodyguard introduced herself as Sydney, then immediately went to look for something to drink. I was able to keep my eyes above her nice looking tits, because her boyfriend was grinning at me amiably. Charlie kept his handher back as they moved around the room.

Kara grinned at me and muttered something, but soon the chatter about her nakedness died away. I tried to catch her attention, but then two more girls walked in.

They were two black girls, both statuesque, but one had the look of a supermodel. I was amazed. Her firm, heavy tits, actually reminded me of Tiffany's, and I longed for those two to go at it. Images in my mind of the tall black girl on her knees worshiping my girl's tits turned into Tiffany, her beaten jugs hanging beneath her while she slurped on this girl's amazing body. They were dense looking, and sagged almost not at all. I was taken aback.

The other girl was slender, but stacked, wearing a t-shirt that hinted at impressive cleavage. Compared to the first girl's boobs, hers jiggled a bit, but still looked capable of some heavy damage. They were thick, too, and about the same size as her companion's. Her frame was more muscular, slender and athletic looking. I hadn't noticed the third girl behind them, but she was wearing attire not suitable for a titfight. Or any fight. I guessed she was there to watch.

I realized that the model-looking did not seemed pleased to see me. Kara must have noticed it to, because, as the dutiful hostess, she introduced us. "Hey Tamera, Rolonda this is Jon. My guest for the evening." The model's shoulders actually relaxed. "Jon, this is Tamera." I shook the model's offered hand.

"This is Jade. She's here to watch me flatten Samantha," Tamera said, introducing a smaller, athletic looking black girl. I saw Kara's eyebrows perk up, but had no idea why, so I just tried to be polite.

"Nice to meet all of you," I said.

"And by that, he means he can't wait to watch," Darla sniped. I turned to glare at her, and she grinned.

I turned back to shake Rolonda's hand. "Are you going to fight tonight?" I asked Rolonda, trying to make conversation.

"Ro's gonna win tonight," Rolonda said. I grinned. "It's ok, you can look. I know you don't see tits like these all the time!" Some laughter rang around the room, and I held back the commentary about my girlfriend. I admit that it did look like Rolonda's firm boobs might prove a challenge for Tiff's big jugs.

The two black girls left to mingle, and I noticed that the crowd was getting big. Kara directed me to two other girls that were walking in. I felt myself pause as I looked at the blonde. The way her boobs were jiggling, I could tell she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt that offered support, but she also didn't need it. Their jiggle was limited, and her firm tits jutted out through the t-shirt almost proudly. They were easily the only pair of tits that I thought could contest Tamera's big jugs.

Her friend, a busty redhead, wasn't as busty, but her tits looked bigger than they were because of her slender frame. She was shorter, and Kara seemed less than enthusiastic as she introduced us.

"Jon, this is Samantha," Kara said blandly, indicating the blonde. "And this is Riley," she said. "Girls, this is Jon, my guest for the evening."

"Nice to meet you, Jon. I'll be sure to say hi after I win the tournament," she said. Riley grinned. "Looking good Kara," Samantha added. Even I detected the mocking tone in her voice, and glanced at Kara, who was rolling her eyes. Darla and Maria were still engaged in conversation. As Samantha and Riley wandered off, Darla came over to Kara.

"Well, I think we've got enough people that we can start serving the snacks, don't you Kara?" Darla asked. Darla rested her hand on Kara's round butt.

"Yes, ma'am," Kara replied. Darla swatted her just a bit and Kara motioned to Anna and Ryoko and they all sauntered off to the kitchen. Riley headed upstairs.

"Another part of this tournament you didn't get. The losers get to serve the snacks. Because this is a more public event, the girls are wearing bikinis. Speaking of, there's one now." Shelby came down in her bikini, her nice-sized boobs bouncing with each highly energetic step the Hooters hostess took.

"Except for those three," I noted. Darla grinned. "They got eliminated already, without a win."

"And Kara's tits aren't for fighting, Jon. She's told you that," I nodded, remembering our talk in the restaurant. "She's our referee and the lowest on the totem pole here," Darla added.

Someone had turned on some music, and Shelby shouted as she recognized the song. She came down and saw Maria, who immediately laughed. "Closing time!" Maria shouted. Both girls laughed again and began dancing to the song. Shelby danced well; I'd half-expected some jerking, spastic rhythm, but about ten seconds into the song, Maria was staring at Shelby's boobs. They danced for a few seconds more, then suddenly Maria's hand shot into Shelby's top. My first thought was definitely jealousy, but then it looked like a small struggle.

Tamera and Rolonda appeared out of nowhere. "What's going on?" Tamera asked.

"She's padding her bra!" Maria yelled. Rolonda was the first to act, grabbing Shelby's wrist and pulling Shelby's hands away. Or trying.

"Oh hell no," Rolonda said. "Help me out here, Tam." While Shelby put on a good fight against Rolonda, her small frame couldn't keep both women off of her, and soon Maria had liberated the pads from Shelby's defenseless tits. Rolonda grabbed one of them, and Maria had the other, holding them above everyone's head. Shelby immediately turned beet red and crossed her arms over her boobs, and her cheeks were full of air as she bit her lips and breathed.

"Why in the world is she so embarrassed?" I asked Darla. Darla grinned.

"You'll see," she replied. Shelby immediately went off to the kitchen.

Maria came over as Anna left. "I can't wait for this to start," she said. "I want to feel another girl get flattened by these." The Latina pointed to her dense jugs. "Where's Kara?"

"Getting snacks," I offered. Maria laughed.

"Oh goody. I was getting hungry. That really was a great idea to have the losers start serving." Darla nodded her agreement. I made a note in my head to check them out. And the hostess, I added, nodding to myself as I figured it out.

Thankfully, no one noticed my introspection. I did notice Riley come down in a bikini, and she followed Alexis into the kitchen. I cursed myself for missing the busty redhead, but in some ways was glad for the break from the constant exposure to so many boobs. The break lasted twenty seconds as the door opened, and I grinned as Dan ushered his busty blonde girlfriend in.

I walked up to meet them. They both seemed happy to see me, Dan especially, and I completely understood. I had been lucky to have Darla and Kara to help me with all of the new stuff, and Dan would need some similar aid. A friendly face never hurt. Connie knew the girls, but Dan was out of his element altogether.

As I strode up to greet them, I noticed Connie's blouse was unbuttoned at the two top buttons. She was wearing a bra, and I wondered why she'd be showing much cleavage and then my girlfriend's name crept into my brain. Dan didn't seem to mind, though he was standing closer to me than he usually would.

"Darla's over there," I offered. Connie nodded. Dan looked up and nodded.

"I remember her. She was in Tiffany's year, right?" I nodded. "I thought she looked familiar. And she beat Kara?" Dan asked, his eyes wide. Dan had obviously become more comfortable talking about titfights. As Dan looked for Kara around the house, Connie caught my eye and looked towards her cleavage. I took another glance down her shirt, loving the curves of her big boobs.

"Oh, I saw Tiffany," Connie said. "She told me to tell you hello." Connie stole a glance at Dan, who was now studying some of the other girls. Connie pushed her big boobs up and dropped them. I almost groaned but said nothing. Thankfully my lust-filled stare wasn't seen by anyone as the girls came out to serve the snacks. Shelby had somehow slipped downstairs, and I almost laughed as I realized I was upset I hadn't seen her perky jugs bouncing down the stairs. As they were coming out in a line, and Shelby was third of the four, I couldn't see her boobs, just her silly smile and slightly blushing face.

Ryoko came out first, and I noticed both Dan's and Connie's eyes widening as they saw the Asian girl walk out on complete display, save for the silver-looking serving tray that Ryoko held at her waist. Ryoko's big boobs wobbled a bit and Dan especially traced the black-haired girl's shaking jugs as she marched by them. Ryoko's face was flushed with embarrassment, no doubt from the new visitors to the event. But Samantha, Tamera, and Rolonda all were snickering as they watched their loser coworkers parade around to serve the guests.

Anna came out next, and Dan's jaw dropped. I found myself enjoying the fact that I'd gotten there first, so the shock of seeing them in their birthday suits wasn't as intense. The little Latina girl had a lot of shake in the rear, as her fine ass strolled by. Dan leered at her, and I caught Connie's eye. She, too had been staring, but grinned at me and thumped Dan's shoulder. Dan tried to appease his girlfriend by getting lost in her cleavage for a moment.



Shelby came by next, and Dan, Charlie, Connie, and I all found ourselves staring. Shelby's huge nipples, and they were huge, were straining and stretching the fabric of the bikini. they almost looked like fingers beneath the tight cloth. They bounced and wobbled as Shelby's tits shook, and I glanced enviously at Dan, not for the first time wishing my girlfriend had come with me. I'm sure Dan was close to the same boat I was as he watched the scantily-clad girls parade by with food and drinks for everyone.

I finally got a glance at Riley's tits in her bikini, the cups doing a nice job of displaying her freckled jugs. I wondered who had beaten her, but my attention was drawn away almost immediately.

Kara came last, her pendulous udders swaying. I did my best to offer a comforting look but my eyes kept falling to her big breasts. Dan and Connie both stared, though Dan was more in awe or surprise, and Connie had a superior, smug grin on her face as she watched Kara strut around in the nude. I found myself hoping that Kara and Connie would have a fight at some point, but shrugged it off, trying to focus on the myriad of happenings around me.

Dan went off to get a drink from Shelby, who immediately shrieked "DAN THE MAN!!!" and probably would have given her a very nipply hug had her hands not been full. Everyone laughed, and Tamera motioned to Rolonda as the laughter died down. The two black girls went up to the room, their bags in hand.

I kept an eye on Samantha and Riley, who were in constant contact with another even as the latter was serving drinks. They didn't really interact with the other girls unless it was to ask for a snack or a drink from one of their naked coworkers. Samantha paid particular attention to snipping at Kara, who rolled her eyes more than once as she served the buxom blonde.

Realizing I could use a drink, I walked over to Shelby. I made no secret about looking at her boobs and obscenely obvious nipples, and she grinned. "It's ok," she said, looking down herself. When she looked up, I realized she was probably more uncomfortable than she was letting on. "Everyone stares." I grabbed a drink from her, thanking her. I tried to keep my eyes on her face while we chatted for a bit until she had to go serve some of the girls. I watched her round ass as she walked. I grinned as she stopped, and turned. Her profile was attractive with curves in the right places.

I made my way to Kara, who was serving snacks. She rolled her eyes as I approached, but gave me a sweet smile. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, politely. I grinned. I took a few of the items and whispered to her. "I'd say I was sorry to see you like this, with your big hanging tits flopping around, but I'm really enjoying the show," I told her. Kara looked around, but blushed just a bit. She handed me a snack and shooed me off.

I got a good look at Alexis as she wandered by, and while Dan tried to avert his gaze, I had no such concern, taking in the brunette's curves fully. She noticed, and shook her head, but grinned as I watched her boobs jiggling just a bit in her top.

Soon Tamera and Rolonda came down. Rolonda was wearing a bikini with a t-shirt over her top, and I groaned inwardly as I saw her gorgeous boobs bouncing beneath the fabric. She caught my eye and smirked at me, shaking her head. Tamera was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and as the two black girls came down, Maria went up, her own bag in hand.

Charlie wandered over to me, looking a bit awkward. "Hey, man," I looked at him.

"Charlie, right?" he nodded. "What's going on?"

"You think this is weird?" he asked. I liked Charlie. He was blunt.

"Well, I'm probably not the best person to ask. I met my girlfriend when she was doing this sort of thing," Charlie didn't look disgusted or surprised, but a bit relieved.

"Cool. I've told Sydney that I like the idea, and she invited me. I just don't know how to react to the naked girls; Syd told me about the rules." I nodded.

"Yeah, that's different. I just try not to stare and be polite." Charlie nodded. Dan made his way to the guy group (all three of us), and we chatted about the awkwardness of the scenarios. Dan was as sympathetic to Charlie as I'd been to Dan. Charlie seemed to feel better as we chatted. We commented on our girlfriends. Charlie was impressed and wondered if Sydney would challenge Tiffany or Connie. Connie admitted that Tiff had gotten the best of her, while Dan idly tried to find somewhere on the wall to stare.

As the party began and people were snacking, I noticed an interesting dynamic. Samantha and Tamera had circled the room, but always had the most distance possible between them. I found Darla and asked about it.

"What's going on with those two?" Darla shrugged.

"I know there's tension, and I know..." Maria tapped Darla's shoulder. She had put on her own bikini, and now I ogled at her sizable boobs. They filled out the bikini nicely, jutting out and forcing the cloth to try and contain their conical shape. I followed the trail of her long back hair down her smooth skin as she turned around to look for someone. When her eyes rested on Samantha, she nodded. She turned back to us, the movement causing her tits to roll just slightly under the pink triangles of cloth. She rolled her eyes and looked to Darla, but I noticed she didn't move to hide her rack from my view. She in fact gave her solid tits a good shake, seemingly for my benefit. By this time, Dan and Connie had rejoined us, each holding a drink and sharing a bag of what looked to be homemade snack mix.

Once I realized she had returned from upstairs, I looked for who had gone up. Sydney had disappeared, probably to change as well. They were taking turns, I realized, making the best of the time they had.

"I can tell him," the Latina said. I looked at her curiously. She shrugged. "It's not a secret with us."

"Who?" Dan looked confused.

"See that girl?" Darla asked. She pointed at Tamera. Dan nodded. "Good. See that girl," Darla turned and pointed at Samantha. Dan nodded again. "Good. Those two." Connie sputtered and Dan gave Darla a harsh glare. Darla ignored him and motioned for Maria to continue.

"Well, the simple version is this: Tamera's brother Javon broke up with Jade. Then he started dating Samantha. The more complicated version is that Javon and Jade were going out and pretty serious. I'd even heard Tamera talk about the fact that they were considering getting engaged."

"Wow," I said. I had no idea there was such a deep connection between Jade's wanting to watch Samantha's tits flattened and the source of tension between Tamera and Samantha.

"Yeah. I'm not sure, but they were pretty close. I don't know about a ring or anything, but Jade and Javon went to a party at the DIKK house," Maria smiled at me, and Darla rolled her eyes. "Apparently everything was going great until Javon just disappeared. Jade didn't think anything of it; she knew Javon hung out with those guys. But after about an hour, she went looking. Apparently Samantha had had a lot to drink, and ended up giving Javon some pretty good head. Jade saw her on her knees, tits out as Javon was buckling his pants."

"Damn," I whispered. "No wonder Tamera doesn't like her."

"Hates her," Maria confirmed, joining me in the conspiratorial whispering. Darla leaned in, too, apparently wanting to learn more. "Because that wasn't the last time. Apparently Jade and Javon worked it out, and dated again. Just as they were getting serious again, Jade walked in on Javon. Judging from what Samantha told a few of the girls, she was on all fours this time, Javon pounding away. Samantha's version has her looking right into Jade's face as Javon pulls out and.. you know."

"No fucking way," Darla whispered. I nodded my agreement, a rare position with Darla. Dan and Connie were looking stunned as well.

"Oh yeah. They really don't like each other. Like almost physical confrontation at work not liking each other. That was the last straw for Jade, of course. They split — and it was ugly — and now Javon and Samantha are dating. Samantha still lords it over Tamera, but I also know why Javon isn't here tonight."

"Why?" Darla and I asked simultaneously. Maria grinned at us both.

"Tam told him not to." I nodded, waiting for her continue. "No that's it," Maria said. "She's kind of a boss in terms of personality. I think most of the girls can tell you that here. I'm sure Samantha doesn't want to be on the losing end of Tam's boobs." Darla nodded.

"She's pretty forceful," Darla agreed. Maria's eyes flashed.

"Oh, I'll get her if it comes down to us," Maria said, smiling. She let the smile fade. "But apparently she actually forbade Javon. Her words. And apparently, he listens to big sister."

I nodded, understanding why those two didn't want to get close to each other. I was still in a bit of disbelief about Tamera ordering her brother around, but there was more evidence for it than against it. I did wonder what Jade's presence would have during the fight.

During Maria's story, Sydney had come down in her t-shirt, her big boobs held in by the bikini beneath. She looked to be about the same size as Maria, whom I learned had lost to Tamera. No shame in that, I thought to myself. Tamera's big boobs looked as hard as ever in the t-shirt. Samantha and Riley had gone up to change as well, I assumed, which meant that the fights would probably get going soon.

Another girl showed up, her eyes wide as she wandered into the living room. She had black hair, and dark skin. But for the curiosity covered face, could have passed for Maria's sister. Maria called her over.

"Andrea!" she yelled. The young girl couldn't have been much younger. She was wearing a much more conservative shirt than her sister, a t-shirt that still hugged her obviously slender frame. Her smaller chest also added to the youthful appearance, though her eyes and facial structure were closer to Maria's than they were different. Both girls hugged in the center of the room. "Hey girl," Maria said.

She brought her around to introductions, and while Andrea's eyes were wide as she came across the naked girls, she seemed to take most of it in stride. When Maria brought her over to us, Andrea was smiling.

"You're Kara's guest?" I glanced at Maria, who shrugged but said nothing.

"Yes," I responded.

"Wow!" she loudly "Maria told me to expect you, but I didn't think the guys would show." Maria and I took turns explaining to Andrea that our girlfriends were involved in one way or the other.

"But what about your girlfriend?" she asked me.

"His girlfriend's the queen; she's busy sitting on her throne," Darla snapped. The tone made Andrea nod and say nothing else.

The serving girls had begun packing everything up, and I watched Ryoko's slim ass waving in the air as she bent at the waist. Her tits had apparently knocked over a bag of popcorn as she was moving things to clean. I held back a chuckle as she bent over, her butt in the air as her boobs swung beneath her, though this time well out of range of the food.



Soon everything had been cleaned up, and all the trash had been taken care of. Samantha came down. Even the t-shirt couldn't hide her amazing curves. Her big boobs barely sagged, and the shirt was strained to the max by them. Her shorts covered her ass, but not enough to hide her nice curves.

As the girls gathered Darla had us all go downstairs. The guests followed the people who had invited them, which made me last, as Darla and Kara took up the final position. I watched Kara's round butt jiggle as she walked, and noticed the edges of her tits as they swayed from side to side as she walked. Kara led Darla down the stairs and I leaned over to whisper in Darla's ear. "Great view," I said. Darla grinned, but said nothing.

When we arrived in the basement, I noticed another girl wearing a bikini. The brunette was curvy, and her tits were noticeably large, almost as big as Kara's big jugs, bulging out around the bikini cups. I found myself missing Tiffany again. A few of the girls said "Hey Hailey," and Alexis nodded at her roomate. I finally pieced the pairings together, I realized, and Hailey wasn't model-attractive, but had a nice face, and a fantastic rack. A thin, long limbed guy was beside her, looking as nervous as Charlie, Dan, and I had upstairs. He did notice the naked women walking in, and I hoped for his sake that Hailey had warned him about the serving girls.

I kept my eye on Kara's big rack as it shook on her chest, though I tried to keep my eyes moving about the room. Samantha and Tamera were again on opposite sides of the basement as the fight got going. Darla and Maria huddled in the corner, and I found Dan and Connie, both of whom waved me over.

"Can you get away from Kara?" they asked jokingly. I nodded.

"She's the ref, so she'll be working," I said. Connie rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

As people settled in, Darla said "Alright Kara, let's get this thing going." There was a general consensus. Even the guys and guests nodded. Kara grabbed four names; she'd explained the brackets, and from what she had told me, I assumed it must have been the loser's bracket.

"The first boob fighter will be..." Kara paused as she pulled a slip of paper from the can. "Rolonda!" I grinned as I watched the stacked black girl walk toward Kara in her pink and white bikini. Next to Kara's swinging jugs, Rolonda's big boobs looked even firmer, I realized.

"Who is going to be my first victim, E?" Rolonda asked. I had no idea what "E" meant, but judging from Kara's reaction it wasn't great. She grinned after putting her hand in the can and pretended to look for a piece of paper.

"Well?" Rolonda asked, her voice tinged with a mocking annoyance.

"Squaring off boob to boob with Rolonda is," Kara said, drawing out the announcement some more, "Hailey!" There was quite the reaction from the crowd. I too felt myself react, suddenly picturing Hailey's big rack against Rolonda's dark, firm looking boobs.

Hailey wandered over to Kara and Rolonda after a hug from her boyfriend and a pat on her ass. I grinned as the two girls marched toward each other, then stood with their hands on their hips in a standoff. Soon, they both peeled off their shirts. I felt my breathing quicken in anticipation of the night's first fight.

Rolonda's firm jugs stood out against the bikini top, her nipples visible through the fabric. Hailey's face was bright red, her big boobs straining to escape.

"Nice tits," Dan breathed.

"Which ones?" I heard Connie ask. There was a touch of annoyance in her voice and I shook my head. Dan knew better than that.

"Yours are better than theirs, babe," Dan said, trying to sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You girls know the rules but for our new guests I'll go over them," Kara said, her voice carrying through the room. I leaned in with interest, wanting to be sure I'd understood. "There are only two rules, no hands to the boobs, and if you end up on the floor, no wrestling unless it is to pin your opponent down. Are there any questions?" Kara asked.

Cheers erupted. "Alright then, Hooter girls!" Kara yelled. "Display your weapons."

Simultaneously, Rolonda and Hailey reached behind their necks to remove their tops. Both pair of large breasts spilled into view, each with a pair of stiff tips. Hailey's dark red nubs looked like rocks, and Rolonda's nipples looked as though they would have eventually simply torn through the bikini.

Hailey had a height advantage on Rolonda, though I was not sure how height would help in a titfight. It wasn't a big differential, either, and I doubted it would make a difference, but I did notice that Hailey's nipples were taller than her black opponent's.

Hailey looked down at Rolonda's hardened nipples.

"Like what you see Ro?" Hailey asked, looking down then back at Rolonda. The black girl grinned as she nodded

"It turns me on that I’m about to smash your breasts in front of your boyfriend." Rolonda replied.

"Huh, then you’re going to be so disappointed when these big babies knock you and your tits out of the tournament, but I guess as you’re watching me later in the tournament you can ask him what he thinks of your sad sacks," Hailey told her, grinning and chuckling.

"Get us started E." Rolonda told Kara. She pushed her chest forward so her tits were just touching Hailey's rack. I marveled at the color contrast of their flesh as the two women met at the center of the room. I glanced over at Dan, who was fixated on the four boobs in the center of the room. Then I glanced at Connie, and greedily took in the blonde's impressive cleavage for a moment.

Kara looked at both girls as though evaluating them. I joined her, noting the girls comparable size. Both girls also seemed confident, which made me look forward to the fight even more. Their boobs were pushing just slightly on another, and I realized for the first time watching a fight I had no rooting interest. I knew none of the politics and as both girls were grinning, there seemed to be something fun about the competition.

"Ready!" Kara shouted, throwing me out of my mental meandering. Both girls tensed and Kara shouted "Fight!" Cheers erupted, and I finally got the idea. It was a boxing match, but with boobs and each pair only had one target: the other set of tits.

Rolonda and Hailey both pushed forward, setting their big jugs against the other. Rolonda said something to her brunette opponent, but Hailey seemed to dismiss it with a sniff and then rolled her shoulder from one side to the next, scraping her heavy boob over Rolonda's firm tit. I could only imagine that Hailey's hardened peaks were dragging across Rolonda's dark flesh. Rolonda met the move with the same tactic. Both breasts molded and twisted as they sought purchase over the space between them. This went on for a few moments, as both girls seemed to grin through the contact as if they were enjoying it.

Hailey leaned in this time, whispering to Rolonda. That seemed to spark some action, as both girls began their rotations more energetically. Their tits began shifting and slapping as they worked themselves into a more aggressive pace. I heard the girls grunting occasionally, and Hailey made the first move after a few minutes, reaching up to grab Rolonda's bicep. Rolonda matched the move, and the two girls became mirrors of one another again. Rather than sliding their tits over the other's set, the new strategy seemed to be to push their boobs together. Both girls watched the position of their tits ebb and flow.

"Aw, look Rolonda," Hailey said, her eyes on the mass of breast flesh beneath her head, "my big white titties are burying your soft brown ones." I couldn't agree with Hailey's statement, but their boobs were certainly trying to do what Hailey had indicated.

Rolonda wasn't fazed by the comment, however. "Huh, I guess you need to go get your eyes checked, Hail," Rolonda said. "Because you're seeing things girl; your boobs aren't doing shit."

"Oh they're not?" Hailey asked.

Hailey struck the first big blow, cutting Rolonda off with a straightforward slam into Rolonda's chest. Her big breasts were shoved back into her chest, and as Hailey pulled back, Rolonda's dark boobs were shivering on her chest. Hailey slammed forward again, sending Rolonda's head rolling back.

"That looked like it hurt," Andrea said, her eyes wide. Connie nodded.

"Oh, it did. I'm sure your sister's explained some of the stuff about it, but yeah, getting your boobs rocked like that does hurt." Dan blushed a bit as his girlfriend began helping Andrea. I turned my attention back to the two topless women.

I looked for any sign of Rolonda's breasts weakening, but seeing none, I stole a quick glance around. Alexis, who Darla had told me was Hailey's roomate, was the most intensely interested. Dan was as wide-eyed as anyone, and Connie was so engrossed that she didn't notice Dan's slack-jaw gaze.

Tamera and Jade yelled their support, but Hailey dimmed the cheer as she sent another shot into Rolonda's boobs. Rolonda's tits shook and wobbled until Hailey reached around and pulled Rolonda's slender body into hers. Hailey tightened and Rolonda groaned.

"Since you can't see it Ro, maybe you can feel it." Hailey grinned as Rolonda struggled in her grasp. "That's right, my big white titties burying your jugs, girl." Rolonda shook her head.

"Wrong, Hail," the black girl replied. "Mine are still sticking out." Rolonda shoved her coworker away and stepped back. Hailey's tits seemed slightly reddened, while I could tell from the way Rolonda was slowly touching her boobs that Hailey had hurt them. They took a few steps before their hands met and their fingers locked. As Hailey tried her thrust, Rolonda also met her, and the sound of their boobs slapping crashed through the room. Both girls grunted as their big jugs shook on their chests.

"How long can they do this?" Andrea asked. She looked amazed at the fight and what was going on between the two girls.

Connie grinned "As long as they both can stand it. Eventually, it'll come to a point where one of them doesn't want to do it and she'll quit. And it's usually pretty tame from what I've heard."

"Oh, yeah, sis," Maria told Andrea, nodding her thanks to Connie. "We haven't had a whole lot of problems. Rolonda is a bit aggressive, but she's on that side of the spectrum. Most of the girls are pretty mild." Andrea nodded, and turned back to watch the fight.

Rolonda had the advantage it seemed, moving faster and gaining more momentum with her more athletic body. The tide of the battle shifted as she began bashing Hailey's tits with rapid blows. I heard Dan whisper "shit" to Connie as the pace of the beating increased. Rolonda knew the tide was turning as well. Hailey had started turning away and Rolonda grinned.

"Hey, Hailey. I wonder how hard your man will be when he's watching you on your knees kissing my beautiful black breasts," Rolonda taunted.

Hailey seemed to react to the insult, launching an attack at Rolonda's big teats. Rolonda took the thrust and laughed. She began crashing her firm jugs into Hailey's, and Hailey began dodging the big blows again.

"She's taking it to her," Connie offered. Tamera and Jade agreed without hearing her, beginning to chant "Bomb those boobs!" Hailey's boyfriend began to shout his encouragement, but I wondered how much help it would give her.

Hailey did respond, swinging her tits from left to right. The blow connected with Rolonda's boobs, pushing the black girl's tits across her chest.

Before Rolonda's jugs could stop shaking, another swing from Hailey's tits sent Rolonda's pair in the other direction. Hailey seemed to clench her fingers more tightly, and Rolonda couldn't stop another blow, so hard that both Hailey and Rolonda winced. Rolonda pulled away, and Hailey, still reeling, let her go. Both women began massaging their tits and took a small breather.



"Go get her Ro, she's hurt," I heard Tamera call. Connie snorted. Dan noticed.

"You don't like backseat titfighters?" he asked quietly. Connie giggled.

Hailey, however, was the girl that moved forward first. "C'mon Ro, let's finish this." Hailey's red boobs settled on her chest as she took her spot. Both women stood with their hands on their hips as they faced off. Rolonda moved first, swinging her tits to the right against Hailey's unmoving boobs. The slap echoed through the basement and Hailey moaned at the powerful assault.

"Ow," Connie complained. Dan, obviously fired with lust, reached over to gently rub Connie's left breast. Connie moaned.

"Let me," he whispered. Connie nodded as Dan gently fondled her. I rolled my eyes, though admittedly out of some jealousy. I noticed Andrea moving away from them as she bumped into me and I stepped back to allow her the room to move. Her eyes never left the action in front of her.

Rolonda wasn't done yet. She followed through with her initial swing, but this time, Hailey retaliated, swinging her own massive jugs into Rolonda's flying teats. Both pair of boobs met at their peak momentum, slamming into one another with another ringing slap. The pain was obvious, and both women actually cried out. Neither was ready to quit, I realized, as both women flung their boobs into each other again. Rolonda flinched before the blow, but Hailey stepped back after the contact, stumbling away.

Hailey recovered quickly, and as the blows seemed to be working in her favor, prepared to continue the assault. Rolonda, however, had different plans.

"Fuck that shit!" she yelled. She threw herself at Hailey, forward and chest first. Hailey pulled her shoulders to launch another strike.

"What's a matter Ro?" the latter asked. "Your tits can't take it?"

Rolonda made a dismissive snort. "Ha, I know a better way to put your udders out of the tournament," she fired back, grabbing Hailey's shoulders and pulling Hailey into a front to front position. Hailey realized what was going to happen just a second too late, and Rolonda shoved her tits in, then up. Rolonda's dark jugs burrowed deep into the white girl's tits and pushed them toward Hailey's chin. Rolonda then used Hailey's shoulders to pull the brunette's big udders onto her own.

Hailey tried to push Rolonda away, but the black girl seemed to strong, so the brunette changed tactics, instead grabbing Rolonda's ass and pulling her into vice. While the move stopped Rolonda's rhythmic thrusting, it left the black girl's tits impaled in her own.

Andrea gaped at Rolonda's prowess.

"How does that feel Hail?" Rolonda taunted. She closed her eyes, relishing the moment. "I don't know about you but this feels great. My boobs all up in your tits," Rolonda laughed. And the black girl wasn't done. Rolonda slid her hands down to Hailey's back, pulling her on with more pressure. Hailey again tried to push away, but couldn't escape Rolonda's firm tits.

"Why don't you give up before I pop your boobs," the black girl suggested, glancing down at Hailey's pinned tits. Most of the brunette's jugs were ballooning out from the massive pressure Rolonda had begun applying.

"Shit," Hailey groaned as she began struggling harder.

"I can hold you here all night," Rolonda said, and the grin on her face seemed to indicate it was true.

Dan had stopped fondling his girlfriend, though both were closer together and whispering. I looked back as Rolonda began taunting Hailey some more.

"You ought to see your boyfriend's boner," Rolonda taunted. Hailey struggled to reply, but Rolonda increased the pressure. "Go ahead and give up, so you can take care of it," she said, snickering even as the brunette began squirming more. "Or, maybe you would like me to do it for you?" Rolonda asked, her eyes bright.

Some of the girls snickered. Andrea's mouth gaped despite the fact I looked for Hailey's boyfriend, and he was wearing the same look I would have. His mouth had dropped open, though his eyes were fixated on his girlfriend's impaled udders being pushed to her chin.

"Fuck you," Hailey said.

"Well, then since you don't want to do this the easy way, I guess I'm going to finish you off the way you like to finish your conquests." Rolonda shrugged her shoulders, but then put her right foot behind Hailey's left. She showed her strength by spinning Hailey around, tripping Hailey and riding the bigger girl to the floor. The air came out of Hailey in a big "whoom" and Rolonda straddled Hailey and trapped her wrists. She was too quick for the brunette, and soon Rolonda had Hailey pinned, the latter's hands trapped neatly above her head.

Hailey closed her eyes and Rolonda grinned.

"Why don't you spread your legs and give your man a really good show," Rolonda sniped as she pushed Hailey's legs out with her own.

"You bitch," Hailey muttered, but I noticed a strange smile on her face as Rolonda began claiming the dominant position. Andrea turned her head and both Connie and Dan were actually staring more closely.

"Now for the good part," Rolonda said as she dangled her boobs above Hailey's. The move sent Hailey into a panic, and she began wildly rolling her hips, legs, and back. Hailey's big jugs shifted wildly as she tried to escape, but Rolonda grinned as she was able to easily stay astride Hailey's flailing form. Whenever Hailey lifted her crotch, Rolonda ground down, thrusting her pussy into Hailey's each time she pushed her back.

"You better go ahead and give up, Hailey, or your boyfriend might not make it back to your room before he loses it," Rolonda said with a laugh.

Hailey stopped, though I couldn't tell if Rolonda's taunting had anything to do with it.

"Yeah, now hold still," Rolonda murmured, gently allowing her boobs to push onto Hailey's big jugs. Rolonda took her time, rubbing her nipples over Hailey's mammaries before slowly letting her dark orbs ease onto the captured girl's chest.

"Do I really have to do this or are you going to admit it," Rolonda asked, smiling down at her victim.

"Do what?" Andrea asked, though I couldn't tell if there was a specific audience in mind.

"Watch this," Connie whispered to Dan. She must have heard about Hailey's other fights.

Hailey shook her head. Rolonda lifted her chest from the brunettes and winked at Hailey. She gave her tits a shake as she gave her final warning. "One last chance Hailey, do you give?" Rolonda asked.

Hailey struggled again, bucking and trying to throw the black girl off.

"Fine then," Rolonda said with a shrug. Immediately, and faster than I had expected, the black girl slammed downward, forcing a gasp from Hailey as her jugs spilled outward, flattening against her chest. Hailey's struggles ceased. Rolonda pushed up, and said "I warned you," as she lined up her tits again.

Hailey's head rolled from side to side as her jugs took another blow from Rolonda's heavy boobs. Hailey grunted as Rolonda repeated the maneuver, again forcing Hailey's boobs to splash outward.

Tamera and Jade were whispering excitedly, but the rest of the crowd, including Dan, Connie, Darla and myself were watching, enthralled by the action. I stole another glance at Hailey's boyfriend, who was shocked at the turn of events.

Rolonda pulled up again, this time swinging her boobs from side to side, left to right and back again. Hailey lay prostrate on the floor, helpless to stop what looked to be a considerable amount of force slamming into her trapped boobs. The first contact was a loud smack, and Hailey's tits were sent rolling across her chest. Rolonda's boobs hammered Hailey on the back swing, even as Hailey's boobs were still shaking. Hailey's head lolled to the side on the second blow, and even much of the crowd reacted to the third blow.

Rolonda kept up the attack, her big brown tits falling into a rhythm like a clock pendulum. Each hit sent Hailey's loosening breast flesh across her chest, and Hailey jerked with each contact made. After some time, Rolonda gently pushed Hailey's tits around, shoving the beaten sacks around like a bulldozer moving mounds of dirt.

Rolonda lowered her chest onto Hailey's whispering into the brunette's ear. Hailey seemed to stiffen, but then relaxed. Rolonda pushed up and after the briefest of standoffs, Hailey surrendered the fight.

"Okay, okay, you win. You have better tits," she blurted out quickly, detecting the warning in Rolonda's eyes. Rolonda savored the victory. She helped Hailey up after a few minutes of a victory pose, still astride the brunette. The two girls hugged, and Hailey dropped to her knees. Rolonda glanced at Hailey's boyfriend and winked, and I found myself surprised. I wondered if something else was going on, but didn't have time to react as the victor began to take her spoils.

"Which one do you want to worship first, Hail?" Rolonda asked. She cupped her right boob first, then her left. She jiggled and shook them in her heands.

"It doesn't matter," Hailey muttered.

"Then start with this one," Rolonda told her. She pushed her left tit toward Hailey's mouth. Hailey dutifully kissed the winning nipple. Rolonda seemed to enjoy it, letting a moan escape her lips. She began taunting the beaten girl.

"Your man does look good, Hail, just let me know if you need any help with him," Rolonda grinned. Hailey continued suckling Rolonda's tits, the contrast between the pale lips and dark flesh a striking one. "Mmm, yeah, use that tongue," Rolonda ordered. She threw her head back as Hailey continued her oral ministrations on the black girl's victorious tits.

Andrea was the only one that seemed willing to say it loud: "She really likes sucking on her boobs, huh?"

"It sure looks like it," Maria said with a big grin.

"Yeah girl, suck it, suck it!" Rolonda said loudly. She put her hands on Hailey's head. Hailey seemed to take the hint as her cheeks began hollowing. Rolonda continued her guidance, pulling Hailey's head from the left to the right and back again. Ever the showman, Rolonda reached down to cup Hailey's hanging, beaten udders. Rolonda pulled back for a moment before cupping the tit again.

"Are you into this Hailey?" Rolonda asked, pulling her left tit from the brunette's suckling mouth. Hailey looked up at Rolonda pleading; even I saw the look on her face from the distance I was. Rolonda turned her torso, placing her right breast in front of Hailey's mouth. and shaking it. Hailey got the hint, kissing and suckling the victorious breast.

"You want to see me do that to one of the girls?" Connie whispered to Dan. Dan nodded, and I could tell he was getting excited as he watched Rolonda take her spoils from Hailey.

Rolonda reached down to begin fondling Hailey's boobs. She cupped and palmed them, then pinched and tweaked her tits. No one at the fight could not see how hard Hailey's nipples had become, and Rolonda made sure that her actions were seen from every angle. She occasionally stole glances at Hailey's boyfriend, offering a particularly intense squeeze, shake, or tweak when she met his eyes.

"Alright, Hailey," Rolonda finally said," that's good enough, but you can worship these boobs anytime you want, and you can bring your man." Hailey was bright red, and obviously embarrassed. She kept her head down as she moved from the center of the room to the crowd and her boyfriend. They shared a tender hug as Rolonda made her way to Tamera and Jade, giving out high fives.

When I looked for Hailey, I saw only she and her boyfriend heading up the stairs. Again, my jealousy flared and I sighed, waiting for the next fight.

"Well, there is one more eliminated," Kara called, "Next!"

Sydney made her way to the center of the room and started chatting with Kara. I was able to overhear Darla.

Andrea was listening too, intrigued about her sister.



"Do what you're good at. You've got firmer boobs, so make sure you take advantage. Don't let her strategy sway you away from yours. Keep stabbing and striking. I want you to impale those tanned titties," Darla offered.

"So do I," Maria grinned wickedly. Andrea gave Maria a hug, She strode toward the center of the room. Kara stopped talking and Maria grinned.

"You shouldn't listen to what she has to say," Maria said. "Unless you want to know how to lose," the Latina giggled.

Kara gave an obviously exaggerated laugh. Darla leaned over to me. "Watch this," was all she said. I looked down to her and found her stare focused completely on the fight.

"You girls ready?" Kara asked. Both nodded in response.

"Let's see those weapons," Kara ordered.

Maria waited as Sydney pulled off her shirt. Sydney's round boobs spilled out the side, while Maria's more cone-shaped boobs pushed straight against the bikini cup. Sydney took a deep breath, expanding her chest and exhaled, letting Maria take in the sight. I knew I enjoyed it as I kept my eyes moving from one girl to the next. Maria's tits didn't spill out, and it looked as though the bikini string was fighting to keep her nice jugs inside.

"Let's do this," Maria said. She reached behind her to undo the bikini top. Sydney did the same, and they released their big jugs. I inspected Sydney's tits first. Her tanned globes were softer looking, but in terms of appearance were rounder and seemed more like a model's boobs. I let my gaze fall on Maria's tits, glad that I no longer had to imagine what they were like. They were firm, powerful looking jugs, jutting straight out and tipped with dark nipples. Both women looked to Kara as the latter asked the question.

"No hands, no wrestling, any questions?" Kara asked.

Both girls shook their heads, and I found myself anticipating Maria's first match.

"Ready," Kara yelled, and both Sydney and Maria tensed up.

The blonde struck first, rushing forward and thrusting her chest into Maria. Andrea gasped as her sister was pushed back so quickly. Everyone seemed surprised by Sydney's attack, and the room quieted. Sydney immediately grabbed Maria by the forearms and swung her big boobs across Maria's dense tits. Maria shrieked as the first blow caught the tips of the Brazilian's boobs. I wasn't in contact with Andrea, but could feel Maria's sister tense as she watched the battle. Sydney continued her attack with gusto, slamming Maria's conical jugs from both sides. I found myself worried about Maria, though I noticed Kara throw Darla a smirk as Darla's girl took the pounding from the model-esque blonde. Sydney boyfriend's eyes were glued to the contest in front of us as he watched Maria take the pounding.

Maria tried to break free, shaking her arms and stepping back. Darla cupped her hands around her mouth.

"Come on Maria, do it!" Darla yelled.

Maria stopped the backpedaling when she reached Tamera and Rolonda, who were just as enthralled by the battle as everyone else. Maria, realizing she had nowhere to go, stepped forward and pushed her tits into the blonde. The move was actually effective in stopping Sydney from slinging her tits. Maria rested her head on Sydney's shoulder as she collected herself.

"Is she ok?" Andrea asked, a bit concerned.

"She's just gathering herself," Connie assured her. While the move had stopped her from slinging attack, Sydney was still on the offensive, rubbing and grinding her big boobs over Maria's cone-shaped jugs. Tamera and Rolonda began taunting Maria while they watched Sydney's breasts shove the tips of Maria's tits back and forth, bending despite the fact that the base of Maria's tits were stationary. Sydney's boobs bent in and up, springing back as her big boobs passed over Maria's. After a few passes, Maria lifted her head and thrust her chest forward, then pushed forward with her tits. She reared back as far as she could then slammed her cones into Sydney's globes. Sydney stopped her grinding technique with a grunt. Another ram forced Sydney to release Maria as her boobs shook. Maria fell backwards a bit, forcing Rolonda and Tamera to help her up.

Both girls began massaging their jugs and looked toward one another. Maria did seem a bit concerned, but her face tightened and her eyes glinted with determination. Sydney, on the other hand, had nothing but smug confidence on her pretty face.

"That was a good move, right?" Andrea asked Connie. Connie grinned and nodded.

"Anytime you can stop your boobs from taking a beating, it's a good move," Connie agreed.

Sydney tried the forearm lock she'd managed earlier, but Maria pulled her arms back and caught Sydney's hands, forcing the blonde's fingers to tie around her own. Sydney tried another wrecking ball swing, but Maria deftly moved back, and Sydney's tits swung through the air with a near miss. Maria stabbed forward, landing both her dense tits into the sides of Sydney's breasts. Sydney grunted from the impact but reacted quickly, trying to push her boobs to the opposite side. Maria moved with her, keeping her firm boobs buried into the side of Sydney's tits.

Sydney swung her tits so hard, she almost fell. Only Maria holding her up kept the blonde on her feet. Maria felt the loss of balance in her opponent, taking the moment to line up her firm, cone-shaped jugs. As soon as Sydney squared to her, Maria thrust her boobs straight into the blonde's round jugs. Sydney's boobs compressed, and the blonde stumbled back. Maria took further advantage, beginning a salvo of staccato short jabs.

"Where are you going?" Maria asked, a mocking edge in her voice.

Sydney remained quiet, though Andrea looked to Connie. "She's winning now," Maria's sister said excitedly. Connie nodded.

"That felt good sinking my tits into your big soft udders," Maria continued, watching Sydney with predatory eyes.

"Ugh," Sydney grunted. She thrust her entire weight behind a desperate haymaker. It missed completely, and as she tried to regain her balance, she turned to see Maria, waiting. The smiling Brazilian took full advantage and impaled Sydney's round tits a second time. This time everyone, even Andrea, saw Sydney's tits cave in as Maria's boobs burrowed into Sydney's udders.

"Yes, do her, Maria!" Darla yelled.

Sydney stumbled back, but pulled free of Maria's hands. She backpedaled, hoping to buy herself some time. She rubbed her boobs, massaging the sore glands as she tried to reorient herself.

Maria, displaying what had become her trademark aggression, moved in on Sydney. Sydney made the first move, grabbing Maria's shoulders, while the Brazilian responded by grabbing the pretty blonde's upper arms. Maria thrust forward, but Sydney twisted her torso, turning her boobs to the side. Maria's conical tits missed their target just barely. Sydney kept the dodge and weave up, and Maria took notice.

"What's wrong Syd?" Maria asked, "scared?"

"I would be," Andrea said, awed by her sister's jugs.

"Me too," Connie said. "Damn."

Sydney, however, smiled at Maria, while grabbing the latter's elbow then slung her tits directly across Maria's firm breasts. Maria winced, but shoved her pointed torpedoes into Sydney's boobs. Sydney grunted in response, but turned her boobs then slammed them back into Maria's jugs. They began trading blows, shoving and swinging in retaliation.

Even if it seemed repetitive, it certainly wasn't boring. All the girls and guests were silent as the two evenly matched fighters went at it. I glanced around and noticed both Sydney's boyfriend, who was sitting their obviously stunned, as well as Andrea's gaping mouth as she watched her sister battle.

Sydney ended the stalemate by slamming her tits with a good shot that seemed to fold Maria's jugs. Maria winced and immediately tried to push away, but Sydney sprang on her weakened prey. She began repeating the blow throwing her heavy orbs back and forth over Maria's jugs. Sydney seemed to be winning as she simply slammed her tits into Maria's repeatedly. Maria seemed stunned.

"What do you think of your pointy titties now, Maria?" Sydney taunted.

The black-haired girl didn't respond, instead focusing on twisting and turning to defend her boobs from Sydney's onslaught. Maria began to backpedal, which seemed to inflame Sydney's aggression. Huge swings began flying, her tits turning into fleshy wrecking balls. When she could back up no longer, Maria moved to the side.

I noticed, and others did too, that Sydney was taking longer to "reload," and fire another shot after she sent a blow into Maria's boobs. Both fighters began sweating as the physical exertion took its toll.

Sydney stopped, a look of satisfaction crossing her face as she examined the Latina's jugs. After a few breaths, Sydney lightly touched her aching tits. Sydney noticed Maria staring and thrust out her round jugs proudly, obviously to give Maria a better view.

"Like what you see?" Sydney asked, smiling and turning her chest right and left to show her big tits. Maria grinned.

"Yeah, your big, fat, red, hanging boobs are going to be fun to crush," the Latina replied.

Sydney gave a careful smile, unsure if Maria was simply displaying bravado or if the fight was going to continue. Sydney looked surprised as Maria made her decision quickly, throwing herself at the blonde. As Sydney had left her big jugs thrust out, they made a perfect target. Maria's aim was flawless, and as the two tits met nipple to nipple, the Latina's dark boobs sank into Sydney's tanned flesh.

"Agh!" Sydney wailed as Maria threw her arms around the middle of the blonde's back.

Maria winced from the first impact, but let out a little satisfied sound as she felt Sydney's udders yielding to the dense boobs. The hold had trapped Sydney's arms, and she could barely move. Her struggles were ineffective at best, and may have helped drive Maria's firmer jugs into her own weakened globes. Maria watched Sydney and smiled at the blonde's apparent helplessness.

"Wow; I'm really deep aren't I?" Maria mocked. Sydney closed her eyes and struggled for a moment.

"Shit," the blonde muttered.

Maria laughed, then eased away, letting Sydney's reddened flesh regain some of their shape before the conical boobs pushed back into the blonde's powerless tits. When Maria let off the pressure, she had let her head fall forward, relieved from the pain. When Maria reapplied her pressure, Sydney's head flung back. Maria repeated the process, relaxing her arms then pumping them with force.

"Oh, did you feel that Syd?" Maria asked. "I think I just went deeper." From what I could see she was right. Sydney was turning, but her movements grew weaker as Maria's gradual pressure was beginning to wear on her. She was obviously exhausted from her earlier attack, and soon Sydney seemed to go limp.

"She's broken," Connie said, amazed at the fight. "She's tired, but she can tell her tits are giving it up to Maria's jugs." Dan's hands were moving insistently at his girlfriend's breast now. I was surprised he hadn't pulled it out. Connie actually allowed her hands to move beneath her boobs as her boyfriend groped and pawed at her.

Maria continued to monitor Sydney, and I realized that the latter had already given up. Maria's movements were specific and designed to prove that she had the better tits. Sydney's eyes were watching the same thing I was, as Maria's missile like tits pushed Sydney's flesh up and out, the bulging noticeable above and to the side of Maria's orbs.



"Holy shit," Andrea whispered, ignoring Connie's shaking boobs as Dan grew more and more insistent. "Maria's pounding that blonde girl's boobies."

Maria said little, instead focusing on the destruction of the blonde. I saw Sydney's boyfriend in utter shock, wondering how his buxom girlfriend could have lost after doing so well. I sympathized. Watching Sabrina beat Tiffany left me with much the same feeling. I too, was shocked, and I noticed only Darla seemed smug and confident.

"It is just as well that you lose to me, Syd," Maria teased. "You really don't want to put your tits up against Samantha again, or face Tamera... I'm doing you a favor."

"It's not over," Sydney declared, her tone defiant.

"No?" Maria asked.

Sydney shook her head, trying to free herself with a sudden squirm and twist.

"Fine," Maria sighed. Andrea almost squealed, it seemed, as she watched her sister work.

As Sydney twisted, Maria violently pumped her arms, slamming her dangerous jugs, in and out of Sydney's now-obviously beaten boobs. Each thrust brought a new groan from Sydney's lips.

"Oh, my God!" Sydney cried out.

"Say you give," Maria demanded as she repeatedly speared Sydney's boobs.

"You win, you win!" Sydney finally blurted out after a few moments.

The moment Maria heard the surrender, she released Sydney. Sydney cupped her battered udders as Maria stood proudly, beaming after her victory.

"Fuck," Sydney muttered as she looked at her beaten rack.

"Is there any doubt now, Blondie, who has the better rack?" Maria asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Sydney didn't respond immediately, instead looking up, pleading. Maria grinned and responded.

"On. Your. Knees... loser," the Brazilian ordered.

Sydney's head fell before she slowly lowered herself to a kneeling position. Maria glanced at Charlie. I was surprised to see her wink; she hadn't really paid him much attention. Charlie's attention was certainly drawn to the action.

"Who has the better boobs, Sydney?" Maria asked when she finally returned her attention to the kneeling blonde.

"You do, Maria," Sydney answered, keeping her head bowed. I traced her beaten tits as she knelt, and was surprised when Maria put her hand on Sydney's head.

Maria pushed Sydney's head back, then pushed her left tit toward Sydney's mouth. Maria cupped her tit and forced the nipple to within inches of Sydney's face, forcing the blonde to kiss her nipple. Maria smiled, giggling as she felt Sydney's lips touch her bud.

"Mmm, Syd, that feels great," Maria said. Sydney groaned, then her body spasmed. Maria's left hand had slid down to cup Sydney's right boob. The dark-haired girl hefted the beaten sack.

"I really softened this thing up good, didn't I?" Maria taunted, bouncing the left breast in her hand.

Maria almost laughed as she glanced at Charlie, who was gaping at the scene before him. Maria's attention was taken from Sydney's boyfriend as she felt Sydney's tongue dancing over her nipple.

"Umm, hmmm, I hope we can still be friends now that we both know who has the better rack," Maria said while fingering Sydney's nipple. Sydney didn't respond, instead worshiping Maria's better boobs.

"You like this Syd?" Maria asked as the blonde's nipple hardened beneath her delicate ministrations. Sydney groaned, and Maria laughed. Her hands gripped the captured boob and shook it.

"Do the other one," Maria ordered. With no complaint, Sydney switched her attention to Maria's big right tit. Maria closed her eyes and reveled in the attention she was getting. I wondered if she just liked having Sydney on the ground or if Sydney knew her way around a woman's breast.

Regardless, Kara had to motion the black-haired girl to stop, and it was only after that signal that Maria, obviously reluctantly, took her breast from Sydney's mouth.

Andrea was blushing as her sister ended the session, and no one said anything to her, obviously understanding of the awkward moment.

"That's enough Syd," Maria said as she released Sydney's breast.

"Congratulations," Sydney murmured.

"Thanks," Maria replied, grinning widely. I saw Kara looking oddly at Maria, and traced her view. The Latina girl was checking out Sydney's ass. I realized why when I looked: most of her ass had fallen out of the bikini and Sydney was giving a nice show. Charlie caught her in his arms and they melted together in an embrace. Sydney seemed not to notice.

Maria stretched out, thrusting her arms up and her powerful tits out so that everyone could see. After the stretch, Maria slid her hands down to her hips and glanced around the room, gazing at the girls that were next in line.

"Next!" Maria shouted, first eying Samantha, Rolonda, and finally Tamera.

Tamera stood with a smile on her face as she nooded back to the confident Brazilian. Rolonda looked less enthused, but still met Maria's gaze. Samantha's face was unreadable. I was impressed with her poker face, and only Maria's bending over to get her top distracted me from my attempt to decipher her countenance.

Maria, top in hand, strutted over to Darla. Dan and I both lost ourselves for a moment as we watched Darla help tie the knots, watching Maria shift and shake her tits in order to get her big boobs back into the bikini. I found the movements hypnotic, and was unable to tear my eyes away. When Maria was done, I turned my attention to Shelby, who was chatting with Sydney while the latter pulled her top on. Shelby helped tie the hard to reach knots, and when I looked back at Maria, her top was on. She winked at me as she saw my gaze drift down to her boobs again.

Kara moved to the center of the room, but need not have bothered. Both Tamera and Samantha were striding toward her, and whatever tender or erotic moment had flown over the room was blown away with tension. Tamera and Samantha stood nose to nose. Both women were tense, their postures bent forward. Both alpha females, I knew. Like Tiffany. Both women were wearing t-shirts and shorts, both covering and somehow highlighting their attractive curves.

As the fight began going, Hailey made her way down with her boyfriend. Her hair was ridiculously mussed, and her big jugs were bouncing up and down in her bikini. Her boyfriend was grinning wildly, and it was fairly obvious what had gone on.

"Lucky guy," Dan muttered. Connie didn't seem offended but leaned in to whisper into Dan's ear. Dan grinned, and said nothing, so I left it alone.

Maria had rejoined Andrea, and like everyone else, she hushed after seeing the tense confrontation between Tamera and Samantha. Kara began the fight hastily. "In the winner's bracket of the fourth round and undefeated so far are Tamera and Samantha," the nude brunette announced.

"The loser will surrender to the winner her autographed shorts and any shorts she has acquired from her opponents," Kara added.

"And this loser will quit work after this fight," Samantha said, lightly bumping Tamera's chest with her own.

"Wrong bitch," Tamera snorted, bumping back.

"The special stipulations of the fight are Tamera will quit work if she loses, and Samantha will stop dating Tamera's brother Javon if she loses," Kara said, looking at both competitors carefully. Andrea and Maria were hushed next to me, and Dan and Connie had even stopped their r-rated session to watch the two queens go at it.

The reaction to Kara's news, however, brought some surprised gasps and some oohs and ahs from the crowd.

"Ladies, show us your weapons," Kara ordered.

I waited hungrily to watch these two women reveal their big jugs. As they pulled off their shirts, they revealed the pink bikini that I was thinking about ordering for Tiffany as a gag gift. As jokes went, it would be harmless, I knew, though her reaction might not have been. Tamera finished first, as she tore her bikini from her chest in an almost shocking fashion, revealing her big, firm, dark tits topped with erect, thick, black nipples. Samantha took her time, but was no less proud to show her tits, her posture straightening and thrusting her chest out.

The blonde's breasts drew me in, big, firm and high on her chest. Her nipples were just as thick and large as Tamera's hard peaks. Her areola were slightly larger than Tamera's, covering most of the tips of Samantha's large boobs. I let my eyes linger on Samantha's heavy breasts as the two fighters pulled away from one another.

I, like many others seemed to be doing, compared their tits as they held the pose close to one another. Samantha's were slightly smaller, though just noticeably. Both pair seemed to not sag, which was impressive given their size.

Kara looked back and forth between the two women before continuing her duties.

"Alright girls, no hands and no wrestling," she said firmly. "Any questions?"

Neither girl said anything. Kara looked back and forth a few times and seemed ready to speak when Samantha lifted her head to speak. "It's going to be so nice to be able to come into work and not have to see you anymore," the blonde said.

"You wish bitch," Tamera replied. "After I'm done with your tits you won't be able to find another man, and hopefully my brother can find a real woman, not some dumb blonde skank."

"Fuck you," Samantha screamed.

"Are you ready?" Kara asked. Samantha and Rolonda nodded.

Connie, Dan, Maria, Andrea and I were standing closer than I had thought, and it seemed as though none of us had really breathed while the two girls went at it vocally. I glanced at Maria's cleavage as the tension calmed for a bit while Kara readied herself to start the fight.

"Fight!" Kara yelled. I couldn't help steal another glance at her wobbling jugs as she pulled back away from the two girls. Darla caught my eye and shook her head, though she was grinning.

Both girls pushed into each other, knocking themselves back a step. The space provided both Samantha and Tamera the ability to gain momentum, and the next blow was an explosive one. Both pairs of breasts bounced away at the point of impact with a loud smack. Several people shut their eyes at the impact, and a few of the girls visibly winced. They staggered back two steps this time, and ran forward, forcing their breasts to meet straight on. With the added momentum, both pair of boobs flattened. Kara almost turned away given her proximity, and I knew that blow had hurt both fighters.

"Shit," Connie whispered. Andrea and Maria just nodded. I shook my head in agreement and turned my attention back to the fight.

"Take this bitch," Tamera hissed after recovering from the last blow, then ran toward Samantha again.

Samantha had already begun moving when Tamera spoke up. Samantha focused on Tamera instead, and when the girls met this time, everyone in the room sharply gasped. Tamera nearly fell as the four breasts smashed against the other pair, and Samantha was closing her eyes tightly as she backed up from the blow. She might have fallen, but Tamera had used Samantha to hold her up and prevent her own tumble. As Tamera's hands closed around Samantha's back, Samantha mirrored the move.

Somehow, both women were able to maintain their balance, using the leverage and stability they'd gained from the other woman. They began a squeezing battle, their arms clenching. They weren't tit to tit, I noticed, but each of the girls had one tit trapped in the other's cleavage. They continued applying pressure, and I could see the boobs on the outside of the women pushing out and wobbling from the sheer force of the contest.

"I'm gonna crush you, bitch!" Tamera wailed.

"cxnt," Samantha muttered.

They began leaning back and forth, their continued pressure forcing grunts of discomfort and pain from each of their mouths, and tears from their eyes. Samantha tried to shift around, ineffectively, though I could not tell if she was trying to escape or find a position that she would be better able to attack Tamera's big boobs. The hug ended as their heads smacked together. Samantha pushed Tamera away, then began rubbing her head. Tamera was shaking her head as she tried to recollect herself she seemed a bit dazed.

Kara stepped in immediately, making sure the girls were okay. "Are you alright?" she asked, stepping between them. Samantha nodded, then Tamera joined her, a bit more slowly.

"Come on bitch," Samantha snapped, pushing Kara out of the way. Samantha tried to give Tamera a chest bump, but the black girl pushed the blonde's shoulders away. Samantha laughed, assuming apparently that Tamera's reaction was avoidance. Tamera dispelled that notion as she gripped Samantha's hands and ensured that their fingers locked. She raised both arms over their heads and then rolled her shoulders, slamming her tits into Samantha's big, waiting boobs from the side.

"Fuck!" Samantha yelled, then mirrored Tamera's attack, slamming her tits into Tamera's boobs

"Shit!" Tamera shouted, understanding what Samantha had just felt.

"Damn," Connie whispered. I could almost see her taking mental notes for her next fight.

For a few moments, there was just swinging tits. Each pair seemed to flatten at the point of impact, regaining its form. The contrast of dark and light skin was impressive, and both women continued forcing that contrast, their breasts hammering the other pair with violent blows. The battle must have been taking its toll, but I certainly could not see any advantage gained from the attacks. The smacking flesh echoed throughout the room and crowd.

The two women, frustrated with the ineffectiveness of the attack, began some alteration to their strategy. One of the girls would push her chest forward into the invading boobs. Both set of breasts compressed at the point of impact, but no significant progress was made from either fighter.

"I'm crushing you bitch!" Samantha yelled. The looks on the faces of the gathered Hooters girls seemed doubtful. Even Riley tried to crane her neck for a position that made Samantha's statement true.

"You mean you're getting crushed," Tamera shot back.

Tamera shook her hands loose from Samantha then immediately wrapped her arms around the center of the blonde's back. Samantha responded in kind, and they pulled each other into a strong hug. Their big jugs pushed into each other, pushing and compressing. Samantha's tits pushed against Tamera's and the line between their battling breasts fluctuated just noticeably, moving back and forth between the powerful boobs between them. Neither woman seemed to have an advantage, and I looked to their face to see if I could notice any of the tell-tale signs of a woman feeling her breasts fail.

Both girls seemed in constant pain, but neither seemed willing to give up the fight.

"Who is getting crushed now, Samantha?" Tamera grunted.

"You are," Samantha hissed between her own grunts and pressure. They began alternately pumping their arms, adding pressure to the hug. Each pump resulted in a corresponding moan from the other girl as the pressure burrowed one pair of tits into the other. The hold lasted for some time, pushing brown boobs into tanned tits.

Samantha released the hold, pushing Tamera away.

Tamera grinned. "What's wrong, Blondie?" Tamera taunted. "Couldn't handle it?" I grinned as I saw the black girl lean forward, smugly confident.

"No, your breath was making me nauseous," Samantha replied.

"Burn," Andrea giggled. Maria chuckled a bit, too.

"Whatever," Tamera said, "we both know I was flattening you." Tamera charged the blonde. Samantha fell back a couple of steps. Samantha shouted, then charged her coworker, forcing the black girl back a few steps. Tamera winced as she stopped. Samantha didn't press her advantage, and they both began circling each other. I though, oddly of several gladiator movies, and wished with all my might that they had been topless women at that moment. Tamera began rubbing her tits, as they were probably as sore as Samantha's reddening jugs.

Tamera dropped her boobs, and thrust them out defiantly at Samantha, her hands on her hips. Samantha met the challenge, stepping up to the black girl.

Silently, they grabbed each other's upper arms. The fight continued as the girls began dragging their tits over the other pair. Samantha's tanned jugs flowed up and down, and Tamera's dark boobs rolled over and under hers. Their nipples pushed in the opposing titflesh, scraping and stabbing as they continued the slow swipes. One breast would seem to begin to yield, but then spring back into shape as the opposing breast fell victim to the pressure. Steadily, the force both women were using began to increase.

Within moments, their breasts were slamming into each other.

"Bitch," Samantha yelled, slamming her big jugs into Tamera's orbs.

"Slut," Tamera screamed back at the blonde, unleashing an attack at the blonde's jugs. The blow knocked the blonde's boobs across her chest, causing Samantha to groan. She retaliated, throwing her boobs against the black girl's tits. Neither was trying to protect their own breasts, instead focusing on dishing out pain. They had another back and forth salvo, tits knocking into tits with loud crashes that reverberated through the room.

Samantha's tits went from slightly red to angry red all over as both girls kept the powerful blows coming.

As the fight progressed, Samantha's blows became slower and weaker. Tamera noticed, too. The black girl's face became more intensely determined, gritting her teeth and narrowing her eyes.

"Take this, slut!" Tamera shouted, and the black girl swung a wild blow, that forced Samantha to begin crying. The blonde tried to shake loose from Tamera, but the latter began pummeling Samantha's reddened udders. Samantha's boobs swung across her chest as Tamera began pounding them.

"You're nothing," Tamera spat, banging her tits into Samantha, "fucking nothing!"

Rolonda and Jade began a much more verbal support, where Riley, Samantha's friend, showed her shock by putting a hand over her mouth. By that point, it was apparent to everyone that Samantha's udders had been bested. The crowd reacted after every single blow, unable to believe that Tamera was continuing the destruction so brutally.

Samantha began crying anew at the continued assault.

"I don't know why my brother bothered with you," Tamera hissed. "You're just tits and ass, and your tits ain't shit!" I noticed Samantha's eyes flash and her back stiffen.

"Fuck you," Samantha said, sobbing. She threw her tits against Tamera's again, but this time Samantha's breasts simply bounced away from Tamera's stronger pair. Tamera sent another strike into Samantha's big tits.

"Hopefully, Javon can find a real woman now," Tamera added.

Samantha tried shaking out of Tamera's grip, her tits wobbling on her chest.

"Tamera's beating the shit out of her tits," Maria breathed. There was a sense of both surprise and admiration as Maria watched the blonde's tits fail.

"Weak bitch," Tamera noted as she shoved her firm tits into Samantha's jugs. The black girl pulled back, raising on her toes to place her boobs on top of Samantha's. Tamera forced the losing tits down, shoving Samantha's jugs towards the floor.

"I beat you, whore." Tamera glanced down to watch her winning breasts conquering Samantha's udders.

Samantha shook her head, tears flowing freely as she tried to take the scene in.

"No," Samantha said softly, unbelieving.

"No?" Tamera asked.

Samantha shook her head in response. Tamera's face was one of resignation, but I also thought I saw the glimmer of a grin at the corners of her mouth.

"Stupid blonde," Tamera said. The black girl pulled her tits away from the blonde. Tamera paused after she shifted her chest to the side, obviously preparing for a big strike. Tamera hesitated, and it seemed as though she was waiting for something. Whatever it was didn't come in time, as Tamera threw her tits into Samantha's from the side, then repeated the motion from the opposite direction. Samantha's boobs and head followed the same motion as Tamera tried to destroy Samantha's jugs.

"No!" Samantha cried out.

"Give bitch," Tamera ordered.

"No," Samantha replied.

Tamera repeated the motion, sending Samantha's big boobs across her chest again. They jiggled and shook from the impact as they went back and forth.

"Give bitch," Tamera demanded a second time.

Samantha didn't seem able to answer, but she shook her head.

Tamera slung her firmer jugs into Samantha's again.

"I can do this all night until you give, slut," Tamera said.

"That's right Tam, beat that bitch," Rolonda yelled. "The fucking whore!"

Jade chirped in a few insults; the most memorable was "man-stealing, weak-titted bimbo."

"Stop!" Samantha screamed after a particularly devastating blow.

"Do you give?" Tamera asked, lining her boobs up for another strike. Samantha nodded.

"Say it!" Tamera ordered firmly.

"I give," Samantha said weakly.

Jade and Rolonda were vocal in their cheers, while Tamera pushed the blonde away with disdain.

"Take off those shorts and sign them," Tamera demanded.

Samantha cringed as she rubbed her beaten jugs. She took a moment that I greedily watched, her tits shaking gently. They hung away from her chest, red and soft looking as she humiliated herself, revealing her bikini bottoms as she pulled her shorts down. She took them to the table and signed them. As the blonde made her way to Tamera, the victor stood, proudly smiling with her hands on her hips.

"On your knees," Tamera ordered. Samantha knelt without complaint. I and most of the guys watched her beaten jugs jiggling on her chest.

"Hand them over," Tamera ordered, holding her own hand out. Samantha's hands were shaking as she complied. Tamera pulled the shorts to her and looked down at Samantha. "Now, after this tournament is over, you are going to call my brother and break up with him," Tamera demanded. "And if you don't, I'll do it for you."

Samantha nodded, her head down, defeated.

"Oh, and if I catch you sneaking around with him, it will be more than your tits getting beat, slut," Tamera warned.

Samantha stayed on her knees but said nothing. Tamera turned and walked toward Rolonda and Jade, twirling Samantha's shorts over her head.

"Um, Tamera, she's supposed to worship your tits," Kara explained.

Tamera laughed. "Girl, those lips ain't touching these tits." Jade and Rolonda joined Tamera as Riley rushed forward to comfort the beaten blonde. The crowd began whispering after the taunt, and I watch both Connie's and Maria's mouths drop at the insult.

"Hey, Tam, I think I'll start dating your brother now," Rolonda commented. Tamera laughed.

"No, Ro, he needs a good woman after fucking that," Tamera said, still chuckling as she pointed at Samantha. "I know where your lips have been." Tamera turned her attention to Rolonda, and Rolonda, Jade, and Tamera all broke into laughter, clapping each other on the arm to celebrate the win.

"Hmm, just as well; I know where he's been," Rolonda mused.

"I'm going to have to send that boy to the doctor" Tamera said. "He needs to be tested." Jade and Rolonda nodded in agreement.


*continues below*

[Augur]

(The story was apparently too long for one post, so I had to cut it in half)


Kara looked around, and having no attachment, I did the same. Hailey and her boyfriend were snuggling, whispering to each other. Maria and Andrea were whispering about how intense the fight had gotten. Dan and Connie had almost been making out, but as Riley escorted Samantha to the other side of the room, Dan's girlfriend hightailed it over there. Connie began helping Riley comfort Samantha. Kara looked at Darla and shrugged.

I noticed Samantha and Riley whispering to one another, Samantha's cheeks still soaked with tears. There was a second or two before Kara spoke up.

"Hey girls, do we need a break or should we continue?" I asked.

"Let's go," Rolonda said immediately. "Draw those names girl."

Samantha looked worried. Connie put a hand on her shoulder and tried to soothe her.

"We need a break," Riley suggested. It was fairly obvious that Samantha agreed as she looked gratefully to her friend.

"How about this," Darla said. "If Samantha gets a bye we continue; if she has to be in the next fight, we break now." Whispers from both sides of the debate came into the room, and Kara held up her hands.

"Put it to a vote?" she asked. The girls agreed to the vote, with only Rolonda and Tamera voting to continue no matter the draw. The rest of the girls seemed to like Darla's suggestion and so Kara put three names into the can.

"The first opponent in round five is," Kara announced, pulling the name from the can. "Rolonda!" Kara extended the "Ro" for effect, and the room, myself included, applauded appreciatively. The room fell silent as Kara put her hand in for the next name. Samantha looked very concerned, and Maria showed no emotion.

"Fighting Rolonda will be... Maria!!!" Kara shouted. I saw Samantha's shoulders visibly relax as she nodded at Riley for a moment. Maria and Rolonda stared at each other for just a moment before moving toward Kara.

Maria grinned at Rolonda, and I knew at that moment I wanted Maria to win. Something about her confidence was just getting to me, and Rolonda's attitude had rubbed me a bit the wrong way. Maria doffed her top, showing off her torpedo tits, pointing straight out. Andrea was watching with interest while I watched with what had to be undeniable lust on my face.

"I don't know why you are so proud of those torpedo tits, Ria," Rolonda taunted.

Maria raised her eyebrow and grinned.

"Because, honey, these are so damn firm and sexy," Maria replied. She swung her boobs from the right to the left and back and forth, showing off their density. They were, too, and Rolonda's face showed some concern as Maria's dancing barely shook on her chest, even after the fight she'd had with Sydney.

"Hmph," Rolonda snorted. "They may be firm, but sexy, puleeze."

Maria put her hands on her hips, almost challenging Rolonda.

"Now, these, on the other hand," Rolonda said as she dropped her bikini top, "are sexy." I estimated that Rolonda's tits were about the size of Tiff's maybe a bit smaller. They hung nicely, obviously not jutting out, but seemed firm. Her nipples seemed average and dark, and were not as thick as Maria's nubs. Rolonda shook her boobs in Maria's direction, and Maria sputtered with laughter.

"Wow, Ro, Hailey really softened you up for me," Maria said, her eyes flashing. Rolonda huffed. "You are really wobbling there," Maria added, this time pointing to the black girl's shaking tits.

"You're about to see how soft they are," Rolonda replied. While the crowd "ooh"ed and "aah"ed again, I realized that Maria was trying to get into Rolonda's head. I wondered if it had worked as the two girls were silent. Kara looked back and forth between them before asking.

"Ready?" the naked brunette asked.

The girls stepped to each other, nipple to nipple.

"For the right to stay in the tournament," Kara yelled, "Fight!"

Maria lunged forward, trying to stab at Rolonda's big boobs, but Rolonda moved back, avoiding the lunge.

"What's wrong, Ro?" Maria taunted. "Scared of my tits?"

"She should be," I heard Andrea whisper. Dan and I nodded our agreement.

But Rolonda had not been scared. "No, just lining you up," Rolonda smirked as she rotated her shoulders, sending her big jugs across the Brazilian's firm pair. I almost winced, but Maria reacted quickly, and Rolonda's counterstrike careened of Maria's arm for the most part. Rolonda followed through, however, swinging backward, but Maria turned again, letting the black jugs slam into her toned arm.

Before Rolonda could try something else, the aggressive Latina jabbed her boobs into Rolonda's swinging tits. Rolonda grunted from the attack, and Maria took the cue, pushing her cones into Rolonda's darker breasts. The black girl's tits yielded, compressing and slightly ballooning out to make way for the firmer jugs. Rolonda's face fell, but then she exploded into a fury of swings. Maria turned with her, avoiding most of the blows, and peppering the black girl's softened boobs with tiny strikes. Every so often, one of Rolonda's big swings made Maria yell as it connected. While Rolonda would attack more furiously after those blows, Maria recovered, and began dodging and countering again.

Rolonda, finally frustrated with her near misses, tried to blatantly trip Maria. It had worked on Hailey, and I thought my pick in the fight was going down. But Maria was quicker, and was able to move her feet and legs quickly enough to avoid getting trapped. Rolonda's big mistake was leaving her boobs open to Maria's strike, and I even felt myself brace as the Latina thrust her mammaries into Rolonda's orbs. Several more strikes had Rolonda cursing, and Maria's smile seemed to really get to the black girl.

"Aw, Ro, you're softer than Sydney," Maria said after a vicious thrust.

Rolonda, for once, said nothing, deciding to change tactics.

"It's just as well that you lose to me," Maria continued taunting. "I would hate to see Samantha crush your jugs again."

Rolonda grunted, but flung her tits from the side again. Maria dodged the blow easily, deflecting it with her arm.

"Fuck!" Rolonda yelled with frustration. On the next swing, Maria leaned back, letting Rolonda's sailing tits scream by hers. Maria then leaned in, pinning the black girl's teats across her chest. Rolonda threw her head back with a moan as Maria cinched her arms around the black girl's back.

"Now I really got you," Maria commented, coolly. She could have been speaking about the weather. I saw Rolonda's face fall as she felt the pressure from Maria's tits.

"What Ro, nothing to say?" Maria teased. "I know you're just saving that mouth so you can worship my boobs," Maria snickered.

Rolonda struggled to escape, trying to slip out and mount a comeback. After a few moments in the hold, Maria eased off just enough for Rolonda's tits to flop back to their original position. The Latina lined up her nipples with the black girl's tips and then squeezed hard. I joined Rolonda in her disbelief as the black girl's udders were completely overwhelmed. Her tits simply folded around Maria's superior pair. Maria pushed harder, and soon she was completely surrounded by Rolonda's beaten sacks. Maria gave a victory laugh as she ended Rolonda's boobs.

"Oh shit," I groaned. Andrea looked at me, grinning.

"You like watching my sister's boobs, don't you, Jon?" I nodded. "She just beat that girl flat," Andrea said. Her eyes flickered down and she snickered. I didn't bother to hide myself. We both turned to watch Maria again.

"This feels so good, Ro," Maria cooed. "Your big warm boob meat wrapped around my big firm cones."

Rolonda was staring in disbelief at her boobs morphing around the firmer pair.

"Do you give?" Maria asked. Rolonda, surprisingly, shook her head. "If you don't give, I'm going to boob fuck you like I did Sydney."

Rolonda ignored the warning and began to struggle. Maria pumped her arms, forcing more and more pressure into Rolonda's beaten sacks until the black girl stopped.

"Last chance, Ro," Maria warned.

Rolonda gritted her teeth, obviously getting ready to resist Maria.

"She's tough," I offered. Andrea laughed.

Rolonda sighed a bit as Maria pulled away from Rolonda's boobs. The relief was short lived as Maria impaled the darker orbs again, spearing them with her firm jugs. Before Rolonda could react or even collect herself, Maria pulled out and struck again. Again and again, until Maria found a rhythm, she used her firm jugs to fuck Rolonda's weak udders.

"Oh fuck, Maria, stop, please stop," the black girl finally pleaded.

"Who has the best tits?" Maria asked.

"You do, Ria. You have the better tits," Rolonda huffed.

Maria's smile was wide and broad as she released her beaten foe. Darla was grinning smugly as the Latina took in the victory. Rolonda stood before Maria and cupped her beaten jugs.

"You know the drill, Ro," Maria said, mocking her opponent.

Rolonda nodded and dropped to her knees.

"Why are you on your knees, Ro?" Maria asked.

Rolonda's face was frustrated, but she answered. "I lost."

"You sure did," Maria said, then giggled. "And what are you about to do?" Maria asked.

"I am going to worship your tits," Rolonda said sharply.

"You mean you get to worship my tits," Maria said in the manner of a teacher correcting a student. Rolonda said nothing, so Maria placed her right breast into Rolonda's lips. "Get to work loser," Maria told the kneeling girl.

"Ahh," Maria sighed, feeling Rolonda's tongue and lips working over her thick tips. "That's nice." Maria paused in the ritual to think something over. "You sure seemed to like fondling Hailey's beaten jugs," Maria said softly;. "I wonder how you like it?" Rolonda flinched as Maria's hands cupped her sore, swinging teats, but she said nothing.

"That's it," Maria urged her beaten coworker, "more tongue." Then Maria laughed. "I think Hailey's boyfriend likes seeing you on your knees, too," Maria taunted. She winked at Hailey and her boyfriend.

Maria switched Rolonda to the left tit. "He's not the only guy that likes watching you on your knees," Maria laughed, lording her win over Rolonda. Andrea looked back at my crotch and whispered so only she and I could hear it.

"He's certainly not. The only question I have is what turns you on more, Jon? The fact that Rolonda's big boobs are on display while she is on her knees, or that my sister's big, firm jugs are the reason she's there?" I grunted, but said nothing in response.

Rolonda groaned as Maria fondled and pulled on the kneeling girl's nipples. "Alright Ro," Maria said, pulling her hands away. "That's enough." Maria helped Rolonda to her feet.

Maria leaned in to hug the black girl and pat her ass.

"No hard feelings?" Maria asked.

Rolonda shook her head, and I noticed a smile, weak as it was, on her face.

"Break," Kara shouted, startling me. Rolonda moved to Tamera and Jade while Maria strutted over to Darla. The latter offered to help with her bikini, but Maria opted to let her tits remain free, jutting out from her toned body.

"I'm thirsty," Tamera told the gathered girls and guests, still comforting Rolonda.

"Me too," Hailey agreed.

"Looked like she had something to drink while she was gone," Dan whispered. Connie thumped him, but I couldn't help but grin, despite the juvenile joke.

I pulled my phone and sent Tiffany a quick text. "Totally have to get you to watch this," I tapped out. "It's hot."

Maria looked at the girls and grinned. "Alright service bitches, bring us some snacks!" The other girls nodded and murmured their agreement. Anna headed for the stairs, Alexis and Shelby right behind her. I watched Kara move toward Darla, but then thought better of it. She followed Ryoko and Riley, walking up the stairs.

"Does anyone else get the feeling we need to restore the mind as well as the body?" Darla asked, a mischievous look on her face.

A few of the girls looked confused, but Tamera, Maria, and Darla all grinned. I was completely lost. I looked at Dan and Connie. They both shrugged and turned their attention back to the three girls.

"Some entertainment might help us relax," Maria suggested. Tamera grinned and Darla nodded.

"Yeah. But what to do?" Tamera said. It was pretty obvious posturing as the girls put their heads together. I realized that Maria and Darla might have been behind it, but Tamera got in on it as well.

"How about the birthday chant?" Tamera suggested. Maria grinned and whispered something to Darla. Darla nodded vigorously. A few of the other girls nodded and clapped. I was lost, but I hadn't heard the birthday chant.

"Oh wow," Connie giggled. "I still haven't seen one, but I've had to practice. That oughta be good. I can't wait to see all their boobs flopping around."

"Me either," Dan said. Connie tried to look annoyed, but could only giggle.

"That won't entertain us for long," Hailey pointed out. Her boyfriend grinned and hugged her close.

"Hail's gotta point; the birthday song's only a minute long," Tamera mentioned. "What else can we do?"

The three girls mulled it about. I saw no real dissension from the girls, though Samantha was looking pretty distant and solitary as the rest of the girls crowded the center of the room. They all seemed eager to hear what the three confident girls had in store for their naked coworkers.

"How about we get them to dance for us?" Darla said. Her eyes belied her even tone, as I saw them flash in the light. I thought about all the girls we'd watched all night dancing and couldn't deny that it appealed to me.

"Then a race!" Rolonda added. It looked as though she was recovering from the beating by Maria.

"Awesome!" Maria agreed. There was a bit of chatter about it, but no one seemed to be upset at all by the prospect of the eliminated girls performing for the party.

"I'm half wondering if I should leave," Andrea said, shaking her head. "This is going to be insane."

"You're not the only one," Connie confided. "I think Anna's about pissed about all this." I looked at Connie.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," I said. Connie laughed. Even Andrea was grinning, and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't believe you'd miss a small detail like that, what with all these gigantic boobs slapping each other," Connie quipped. Dan chuckled, and I flipped him off.

Maria motioned for Andrea to follow as Darla moved to allow them some room.

We heard the first girl come down, and I was both happy to see Shelby, and disappointed that she was wearing her bikini. Riley was right behind, and I wasn't surprised as she came down that she walked calmly toward Samantha. Shelby wandered over to Sydney and her boyfriend with a tray of snacks. Anna wandered over to Darla, Maria, and Andrea, while Alexis went to Hailey and her boyfriend. Ryoko and Kara were handling the drinks. I watched the two topless women move around the room for a moment, alternating my stares between the puffy nipples of the Asian and Kara's bigger floppier jugs. Kara noticed and smiled, shaking her head. I grinned at her apologetically. Kara shrugged and made her way to us.

I noticed that Ryoko was shaking her boobs a bit in Dan's direction, but Kara ambled up with the tray offered before us.

"May I offer you a drink, folks?" Kara asked. Dan's eyes wandered to Ryoko's boobs as I watched Connie take a drink, smugly looking down at Kara's rack.

"Thanks, Kara," I said, sipping at my drink. "And thanks for the invite. This has been fun." Connie snorted, and Kara grinned.

"I'm sure it has been for Jon. He's been practically drooling over every girl that's whipped her tits out. Even yours," Connie quipped. I shook my head, and hoped Kara hadn't been upset. But she was grinning as she leaned over slightly, keeping her tray to the side. Her boobs fell away and she gave them a good shake for me, and Dan, who was watching as well. I watched the big jugs flop around for a moment before she pulled up.

"I hope the service was satisfactory," Kara said, grinning.

"It was that," I said, winking. Kara's eyes narrowed, but she stuck her tongue out. She moved over to Anna, Maria, and Darla. Connie followed Ryoko over to Samantha, leaving me and Dan alone for a moment. Before we could speak, Shelby came over with a tray of snacks, mostly chips and hot sauce. But the food was secondary to the nipples on the cute blonde's body. They were pushing against the fabric of her pink bikini, and I found myself almost hypnotized as the long, thick tips bounced freely on the tips of her nice-sized jugs. I glanced at Dan to find that he was in much the same boat.

"Hey Dan the Man!" Shelby exclaimed. "You guys having fun? Even our parties our fun, just like the restaurant!" I nodded as Shelby continued. "Try the hot sauce. It's REALLY hot. Not that the girls aren't, but you won't be eating them!" I choked on a chip. Shelby didn't seem to hear what she said, though Dan, for his good fortune, had already swallowed his chip. I kept my eyes focused not only on her nipples, but the nice curves of her breasts.

Shelby left and Dan just looked at me, at a loss for words. The three girls who had arranged for the coming festivities gathered in the center of the room.

"We need some entertainment," Tamera ordered. Everyone cheered but the servers. Maria grinned.

"Birthday chant!" the Latina shouted. Remembering Connie's comment, I saw Anna roll her eyes and mutter something under her breath amid the new round of cheers. I realized that the party might be a bit overwhelming, but that didn't stop my gaze from lingering on her smaller, perky tits. I still felt bad for her as the party got worse for the losers of the tournament.

"Yeah, go over there, servers," Tamera directed, pointing to a deserted spot in front of the wall. "I want Riley, Shelby, and Alexis in the back clapping and Ryoko, Anna, and Kara in the front flapping their wings."

Everyone started laughing as the girls moved to take their position. Anna's face was dark and annoyed, whereas the other girls seemed much more accepting of it. Ryoko actually had a slight grin on her face, and Shelby Riley, and Alexis looked amused as the naked girls hid most of them from view.

Kara took center, hiding Shelby from my view, while Ryoko and Anna flanked the big-titted brunette.

"Get them started, Shelby," Maria shouted. Shelby nodded, then began clapping. The girls in front tucked their hands under their armpits. I grinned as I realized what I was about to see. I kept my eyes on Anna, who was obviously not pleased with her placement, but dutifully did as she was bid.

From a sheer aesthetic movement, I watched as the girls began chanting a birthday chant. The girls in the back clapped the rhythm, while the rest of the room burst into laughter. I chuckled as the nude girls began flapping their arms, but I felt my laugh catch in my throat as I watched Ryoko's big, soft udders flailing about.

"That looks dangerous!" I said to Dan. Dan sputtered, and we both began laughing. Kara's big udders were flopping all over her chest, her thin nipples pointing up, down, left, right, and all the points between as they swung.

"Look at Kara's boobs," Connie laughed. "They're so fucking floppy," she added. She was right. Kara's big boobs were wobbling and shaking all over her chest. As she lifted her arms, her entire torso went up, and the tips of her big jugs pointed up. When she brought her arms down, her torso reversed momentum, sending her udders flopping toward the ground. They almost spun, jiggling over to the sides when she'd step, and amid the happy birthday chants, I saw her face flush. I laughed unsteadily, unable to pull my gaze away from the brunette's big boobs.

"Yeah, they are," I said, mesmerized. I shifted my eyes to Anna. Even her small boobs were bobbing up and down as she flapped her arms, her eyes dark and angry.

When the song ended, everyone laughed, though Dan and I both realized we were laughing a bit nervously. Connie grinned as she noticed her boyfriend's slack jaw. "I guess it wasn't just funny," Connie noted, still chuckling. The entertainment seemed to have worked; most people were chatting, and I noticed Darla and Maria grinning. I was still a bit dazed. I turned and saw Kara's big udders bouncing, even though the brunette was simply standing there in reality. Dan seemed to be in a similar predicament, shaking his head as Connie asked him another question.

"Let's make them dance," I heard Hailey offer. I joined the raucous cheer. Having just witnessed the three topless Hooters girls shaking their boobs for us, I was looking forward to watching them dance a bit longer.

"Fuck," Riley muttered.

Anna, her hands on her hips, glared first at Hailey. She got no response, and I noticed her gaze shift to Maria. She found no sympathy there, and Darla was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"What kind of dance?" Shelby asked. I watched the blonde hostess glance around, keeping my eyes focused on her thick nipples, which were just poking out of the bikini.

"Like you are at a club on the dance floor," Hailey replied as she moved to her iPod setup. I assumed she had it for workouts given the basement's layout and mats. The girls stood while the intro played.

"Dance bitches!" Tamera yelled. A bunch of the gathered, including Connie, shouted "Yeah!" as the music picked up steam. Alexis and Shelby started dancing first, moving their round asses in their bikini and gyrating their hips to the music. Ryoko surprised me by moving first, and I noticed Dan's gaze grow more intense as the Asian girl began twisting her torso, sending her loose boobs up and across her chest in time to the beat.

Connie noticed and thumped her boyfriend, but I saw her smiling as she tried to be annoyed. Kara began moving slowly, sending her boobs swaying across her chest. Riley only did the bare minimum, and while she was fun to look at, my attention was drawn to Anna, who was looking absolutely furious until Maria screamed "Shake it girl!" Anna started swaying, then turned around and showed her bare ass to us.



Dan and I were transfixed as the little Latina shook her ass, causing her cheeks to clap together. Shelby tried to join her, but her butt wasn't rounded enough for it. I licked my lips as I felt my excitement parch my mouth. Dan and I were among several people clapping, and I watched Shelby move to Kara. The blonde shook her tits and ass as she began grinding against Kara, even saying something and patting Kara's bare butt.

Kara began dancing with her, rubbing her ass against Shelby's for a moment before turning and pushing her big, soft tits into Shelby's boobs. I wondered if she was fighting with her, but when Kara pulled away, Shelby's nipples looked as though they were trying to escape from their pink prison. They pushed tightly against the fabric and I felt myself staring. For a moment I wanted to turn away, but Shelby seemed to be enjoying it.

Shelby moved faster and harder, shaking both her round ass and her nice jugs. Dan and I both stared at the monster nipples as she gyrated her body around the dance floor. The song died away, and I was sad to watch Shelby stop shaking her goods. Her nips still pushed out as she wandered around the floor for a moment.

"I think another song might help me feel better," Tamera announced. "Dance again, bitches!" I snickered as Hailey turned on Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty." I overheard Tamera laugh as she glanced at Hailey.

"Damn, Hail, what kind of workouts do you do down here?" Tamera made a pointed face at Hailey's boyfriend and the brunette blushed.

The girls stopped further conversation as Shelby continued her fervent shaking, once again moving to Kara and forcing the brunette to shake her body again. Her big, naked boobs slipped over Shelby's back as the blonde backed her ass into Kara and did a faux grind. Anna shook her ass again, to the whoops of all the guys (myself included) and a couple of the girls as Darla and Maria added their voices to the fray. Riley continued her almost there pace, while Alexis and Ryoko ground against each other, the Asian's free and wobbling tits bouncing into Alexis's bikini-covered jugs.

Shelby grabbed her legs just above her ankles and Kara got a bit into it, spanking the blonde with a wide grin on her face. Everyone, girls and guys included, started laughing as Shelby's obscene nipples pointed at the floor while Kara's jugs jiggled and wobbled freely with every stroke of Kara's arm.

Ryoko whispered something to Alexis, and slowly, like some stripper, she leaned over and to the beat of the music grabbed first her left leg, just above the ankle. Her boobs shook to her left, swinging while they hung below her. Ryoko flashed her eyes at Dan and winked as she repeated the move with her right ankle, causing her boobs to swing the other way.

Kara noticed, and turned up the intensity, alternating her hands. Each blow now shoved first her right, then her left boob up into the air. The cheers grew louder as the girls encouraged the competition between the two groups. Shelby, for her part, shook her perky jugs in her bikini, but never let them out. Alexis was a better dancer than Kara, and her tits jiggled wonderfully in the outfit she was wearing. No one noticed Riley and Anna step back and stop dancing as the four girls engaged in a bit of friendly competition.

Dan was agog as Ryoko's jiggling boobs flopped all over. The Asian girl was shaking her ass with each blow, and the resulting vibration traveled up into her tits each time.

I was fixated on Kara's wobbling jugs as she warmed Shelby's ass with her hand. The blonde's tits were shaking, but nothing like Kara's bigger boobs. Kara was sending the tops of her tits almost up to her chin as she spanked with wider and broader strokes.

The song ended, and cheers amid some laughter came from the crowd. The girls that participated in the four were laughing a bit, even if they were a bit flushed, and some appreciative faces lit up the crowd. Dan and I applauded, though our eyes were not lingering on the joyous faces.

The queens left little time for celebration, I noted, as Maria stepped out, her jutting breasts shaking just slightly.

"Hooter girl race!" Maria shouted.

Tamera nodded her agreement, and Hailey stepped forward.

"We don't have stools," Hailey said.

"We'll just make them spin," Tamera replied. I was confused about the progress, but if the race was as much fun as the dances, I knew I was in for a good show. Dan was carefully paying attention to Connie until the latter sidled over to Samantha to check on her again. "We'll have two races; the first will be the bikini girls, and then the second will be the bare ass girls," Tamera offered.

Most of the crowd was for it.

"We will have the naked girls spin the bikini girls then have them face the table and fill the glasses on those trays, then race to those guys," Tamera suggested. She pointed at me, Dan and Charlie. I gulped, unsure of how we were going to figure into this race.

Kara took her place behind Shelby, Ryoko behind Riley, and Anna behind Alexis.

"Alright, spin the racers around ten times and then let them go." The girls nodded.

"After you have been spun, take off running to the table, fill the glass on your tray, and then bring it to the guys," Tamera offered in way of instruction. "The winner will be the first one to deliver her drink to the guys." All the girls nodded again.

"Ready," Tamera shouted. The naked girls put their arms on the bikini girls. "Go!"

Kara, Anna, and Ryoko, spun the clothed girls as fast as they could. Riley was the first one out of the blocks, but she almost fell over. Alexis and Shelby left at the same time, a moment later than Riley, then careened into each other, falling to the floor. Riley regained her footing and made it to the table, while Shelby and Alexis clambered to their feet, laughing at each other. We were all laughing, to be honest. Riley filled her glass first, and as Shelby and Alexis made the table, Riley had just put the pitcher down.

Alexis threw the first "blow" of the race, sending her hip into Shelby's as the blonde spilled her drink. Shelby began to whine, and Alexis grabbed her tray and made her way to Dan. Riley had made it to us, moving to Charlie, who was picking his glass off the tray. It wasn't close. Alexis was a few steps behind, and Shelby was complaining.

"That wasn't fair," the petite blonde huffed, her nipples moving up and down as the hostess complained. "You bumped me. On purpose."

"All's fair in love and Hooters, Shel," Alexis quipped, causing both to sputter. Everyone cheered Riley and Tamera nodded.

"Alright," the black girl called. "Time for the nudes race."

Cheers went up as the girls returned to their respective naked people. I knew that Kara was going to have her big jugs flying all over, and I couldn't wait to see it. Dan and Charlie were still a bit in shock, as I was, though I knew my experience with Tiffany and her conquest was letting me adjust a bit more readily.

"Ready?" Tamera shouted. "Go!"

Shelby spun Kara fast, and the blonde pushed Kara the wrong way. The brunette smashed tits first, flattening her jugs against her. Anna slammed into Kara, pushing Kara back into the wall and I winced. Ryoko made it off first, her tits jumping and jiggling as she ran past the two girls.

Anna was quick, jumping in front of Kara to make it to the table at the same time as the Asian girl. As Kara made it, she thrust her hip into Ryoko, causing her to spill the drink. Kara chuckled. Anna was ready to go, but Ryoko was holding her tray. As Anna fought to push Ryoko's hand away, Kara poured her drink. As she turned to head towards us, Anna shoved Ryoko right into the brunette.

Kara's tray went up into her ample chest, spilling the drink all over her tits. Ryoko was laughing until she realized that Anna had grabbed her drink and was almost all the way to Charlie. "Bitch!" Ryoko yelled. Kara bent over, her wet udders dripping as they hung below her. She grabbed the glass and picked it up. Ryoko had refilled her glass and brought it to me. She bowed slightly, presenting me the glass as her boobs swung away from her chest. I gazed down without being subtle, and Ryoko grinned as I took the drink.

Kara came next, her wobbling boobs still soaked from the spill. Dan laughed hysterically as the admittedly ridiculously looking Kara moved up, her big jugs flopping around above the tray. Dan took his time taking the glass, and I looked at him grinning.

That ended the entertainment, and the serving girls made their way to clean up the place. Dan and I helped where we could, holding a few bags. I watched Maria and Andrea giggling with Darla as the three girls talked about the race, especially Kara's unfortunate incident.

Kara regained control by calling the girls together so they could restart the tournament.

"Maria, Samantha, you ready?" Kara asked.

Maria smiled at the naked brunette, and then strode confidently toward Kara. Maria's dense jugs shook a bit as she walked, and I marveled again at how firm and hard her tits were.

Samantha pulled the top down after untying the strings with no announcement or even display. While I knew that the fights Maria had been in had hurt her breasts, there was no doubt looking at Samantha's rack that the latter had suffered a great deal. They weren't red, but they looked slightly discolored, the calm before the bruising. I felt a bit bad for Samantha judging from the way her tits looked, but none of the girls seemed to.

"Damn, Sam," Maria said, and I knew she was going to be taunting her, "your boobs don't look so good. I hope they can at least put up a decent fight." Sam's eyes narrowed just a bit before she responded.

"You're about to find out what kind of fight these boobs are going to give those pointy things," Samantha replied, then poked her finger in Maria's right nipple.

"We'll see honey," Maria with a sweet voice and a look that said Maria was anything but sweet.

"Are you ready?" Kara asked, looking at both girls before each one nodded. Samantha glared at Maria while the Latina grinned. "For the right to face Tamera in the championship round," Kara yelled "Fight!"

Maria made the first move, a straight-on lunge obviously designed to spear her opponent's tits. I looked around for Andrea, and saw her near Darla. Riley was watching from the other side of the room with a strange intensity as her friend dodged Maria's first blow.

"What's wrong Sam?" Maria asked, regaining her balance after the powerful miss. "Don't want your udders to be boob fucked by me?"

Samantha didn't respond to the verbal jab, instead moving to situate herself right in front of Maria. Maria grinned widely as she reached for Samantha's biceps. Samantha intercepted the black haired girl's wrists, then pushed Maria's arms down to her sides. Maria kept grinning as Samantha swung her tits toward Maria's pointing jugs. At the last moment, Maria twisted so that Samantha's ample breasts slammed into the Brazilian's arms. Maria twisted back and tried a short jab into Samantha's big boobs. Samantha saw the move and twisted so that Maria's right boob slid between her own big jugs. Samantha, feeling Maria's tit go deep into her cleavage, pushed her shoulders forward and in, pouring pressure onto Maria's breast.



The Latina looked shocked and then struggled to pull free. She seemed to be thinking over her strategy when Samantha's large boobs swung into her unmoving tits. It was a well-placed and well-timed blow, as Samantha's bigger, meaty boobs slammed into the tips of Maria's boobs, making the pointed peak fold as the contact was made. Maria made a visible wince as she felt the tips of her jugs give way to Samantha's big boobs.

"Aw, what's wrong Ria?" Samantha asked, her voice an obvious taunt. "Rethinking about trying to boob fuck me? Are you scared I'm going to pinch those weak cones of yours?"

Maria focused on her escape, trying to avoid talking as she tried wriggling free of the surprisingly strong blonde. As Maria struggled, Samantha slammed her big breasts into Maria's once again.

"Fuck," Maria muttered as Samantha moved to strike again. The Latina was just able to move to her side, Samantha's tits missing their target. Maria seemed to have given up trying to escape and was dodging the wrecking balls on Samantha's chest.

As Maria turned back, however, Samantha trapped Maria's right breast again, pinching Maria's boob with her big jugs.

"Damn," Andrea muttered. I hadn't seen she and Darla move closer to me, but she was standing just to my right, with Darla on the other side. Connie and Dan both watched, engrossed in the action.

Samantha's focus on squeezing Maria's conical jug allowed the latter to twist her left wrist free, but didn't get completely free, as Samantha's hand still had the black-haired girl's right wrist free. As Maria tried to pull away, her eyes widened as she saw her trapped boob extend while Samantha continued to put on serious pressure with her big jugs. Samantha laughed as the distended flesh snapped back into its original shape when it finally free of its prison.

Maria moved back to line up a head-on strike, making her wrist dance and weave to avoid being captured by Samantha, who was determined to get control of the black-haired girl again. In her attempt to regain the wrist, Samantha left herself open to a perfect shot from Maria's firm boobs. Maria's squat, dark nipples thrust into Samantha's longer, thinner peaks, and Maria regained for a moment, then her face changed. I watched as Maria's boobs sunk into Samantha's jugs, but Maria's nipples were pushed back by Samantha's firm tips. Maria stopped as Samantha continued to push. Samantha's boobs pushed out at the base, but the look on Maria's face indicated some severe discomfort.

Maria pushed her still-free left arm around Samantha's lower back, bringing the blonde. Samantha's face grew determined as she mirrored the move, one hand on Maria's lower back. Sam grunted, applying more pressure, and felt Maria's boobs dig into her jugs. Samantha's tits bulged, but Maria grimaced. Samantha noticed and taunted the Brazilian.

"How about that tit fuck?" Samantha asked mockingly.

"It's going to happen," Maria replied between strained breaths.

"She's hurting," Connie noted. I glanced at Andrea who only nodded.

Samantha made a move to trip Maria suddenly, but Maria was faster, dodging Samantha's right foot by bracing herself with her own right leg.

"Nice try, Sam, but you're too slow," Maria said.

Samantha tried again, but Maria dodged, then began to retaliate. As they dipped and shifted, Samantha's big boobs began wobbling and jiggling, shaking over her chest. Maria's flopped around less, but they still shook and waved as each girl tried to gain purchase.

I couldn't control the groan, and Connie looked back at me with a mockery of sympathy. She immediately turned back, obviously concerned about Samantha. Andrea didn't even acknowledge it, keeping her eyes glued to her big sister as the two girls wrestled for position and dominance.

Maria made the first move to end the stalemate, thrusting her chest into Samantha's jugs, just after Samantha's attempt to jump. The bottoms of Sam's big boobs indented under the pressure of Maria's well-placed strike. Samantha let out a gasp as she felt the thick, firm boobs burrow into the base of her tits.

After Samantha released Maria's right wrist, she pushed the Brazilian away and took a step back herself. Maria grinned widely at the blonde, but Samantha's face remained stone as the two girls circled each other. After a few steps, Maria strode up to the blonde.

"Come on, Sam, or are you scared of these?" Maria asked, cupping and stroking her boobs.

Samantha stepped forward, trying once again to grip Maria's wrists. Maria was prepared, and moved her hands more quickly, this time actually locking her fingers into Samantha's. With the hands out of the equation, Maria shoved her chest into Samantha's rack. The blonde moved backward, just enough to avoid a full on blow, but Samantha did not get the chance to trap Maria's breast. In a colossal taunt, Maria blew an air kiss to the blonde. I was surprised to see her confidence. As Maria tried to line up her tits, Samantha slapped her tits across Maria's. It wasn't a strong blow, but stopped Maria's forward progression enough that Maria's cone-shaped boobs slid between the blonde's globes.

Maria hesitated for just a moment, and Samantha took advantage, suddenly pulling Maria's hands over the Brazilian's head and bending her wrists back. It was sudden enough that Maria was shocked, stunned as Samantha held her in place. Samantha took advantage, slinging her tits from the side into and across Maria's helpless boobs. Maria grunted as her tits were forced to one side. She tried to bring her arms down, but even as she struggled, Samantha reversed course, turning her tits back from the other direction. Another blow came barreling back.

"Fuck!" Maria wailed.

"Maria," Andrea whispered. I could tell that Maria's boobs were taking a beating, and Samantha gave no indication that she was going to let up on Maria's jugs. A fourth strike slammed across her helpless boobs.

"Do you think I'm scared of your tits now, Maria?" Samantha asked.

Maria was also a fast learner, and realized the time had come for a move to escape. The Brazilian lunged forward, turning so her tits were pushing against the blonde's boobs. She didn't have enough leverage to bury her boobs into Samantha's tits, but Samantha's swinging stopped. I saw a momentary look of relief flicker across Maria's face.

"Nice try Ria but watch this," Samantha said, smiling mockingly. Maria's hands, still above her, were forced back, behind the black-haired girl's head. The move forced Maria to arch her back, pushing her tits out and up on her chest. Samantha simply leaned in, forcing her jugs into Maria's. Samantha's big boobs came in from below Maria's in that position, pushing the end of the black-haired girl's breasts toward her chin.

"Ow again," Connie whispered, looking sympathetically at Andrea, though I could tell that she was enjoying watching Samantha retake control.

The pressure on Maria's wrists seemed to be causing some distress, and within moments, the Brazilian fell to one knee, her tits falling away from the blonde. Maria looked up, and a flash of recognition crossed her face, though I couldn't see why. She suddenly pulled backward, falling on her back, and Samantha, who had been so engrossed in leaning forward, found herself stumbling and falling to the floor. I enjoyed watching her big boobs wobble as she tripped.

"Fuck!" Samantha shouted. Her boobs broke her fall, and after the beatings they'd taken, I realized that must have hurt.

"Yes," Andrea whispered, obviously less concerned about Samantha's jugs.

Maria was up quickly, shaking her wrists, trying to gain the feeling back in her arms. She massaged them as she waited for Samantha to rise. This time, Samantha was much more confident, and her gaze flickered down to Maria's boobs.

"They are going soft on you," Samantha noted with a smirk.

"Hmph," Maria breathed. She shook her boobs in her hands. "Don't think so, Sam; you're just hoping, now."

"Let's just see how firm they are then," Samantha said, striding toward Maria.

The quick advanced put Maria off her game, as did Samantha's predatory smile. The Brazilian put her hands up in a defensive posture, but Samantha navigated them, getting her hands on Maria's upper arm.

"Shit," Maria muttered, mirroring Samantha's grip. Maria's whole body tensed as she prepared for whatever Samantha was planning. To that point, Samantha had swung from one side or the other, seeking to bash the black-haired girl's cones. This time, however, she pushed forward, dipping, then rising up quickly in an uppercut that slammed her bountiful rack into Maria's torpedo-like boobs. The blow pushed Maria's tits up on her chest, causing a ripple to wave through Maria's boobs.

"Oh no," Andrea whispered, just as her sister groaned. While she wasn't watching, I eyed Andrea's smaller boobs, and wondered how she might fare against some of the gathered girls. Watching her sister get pummeled like she was probably wasn't inspiring her to seek out competition.

"Fuck," Maria breathed.

The next blow from Samantha was straight on. Samantha's tits did give way a bit, ballooning out, but so did Maria's jugs. Maria's tits rippled more intently this time, and I realized, as did everyone else, that Maria's firm tits were fading. Samantha winced, the pain obviously there, but she could tell, too that the fight was going in her direction. The third blow forced Maria to try pulling away, but Samantha was locked in, and did not let go. Instead, the blonde began taunting her opponent.

"Aw, look Ria, your deformed tits can't hold up to these beautiful breasts," the blonde said. She thrust another uppercut into Maria's boobs.

Maria was stunned and shaken, and so said nothing in return. She was almost motionless for a few of Samantha's blows, mostly uppercut-style shots to the black-haired girl's tits. Andrea looked concerned, then almost had hope as Maria began turning her chest to dodge. The hope that her sister found was short-lived, as Samantha's blow landed in mid-turn, pinning Maria's folded boobs. With Maria's tits pinned, I began to appreciate Samantha's full, dense jugs, and wondered not for the first time how they would have stacked against my girlfriend's powerful pair.

As I glanced again at Andrea, I saw Darla snarling about something to Kara. I looked to Kara, but the brunette had turned her attention back to the fight. Shrugging, I did the same.

"Not so proud of those weird torpedo titties, now, are you Maria?" Samantha asked. The blonde hugged Maria after shoving her big boobs into the Brazilian's. Maria groaned as Samantha went back to her strength — her strength.

"Now, when you're shoving them in some guy or girl's face, we'll both know that you don't have the best tits in the restaurant," Samantha noted.



The blonde poured on the pressure, slowly rotating her tits as she ground her mammaries into Maria's chest. Maria gritted her teeth as she threw her head back. It was fairly obvious that Maria's tits were getting crushed, and when Samantha relaxed her grip, Maria let her head fall to the blonde's shoulder. As much as I was rooting for her, Maria's defeat had gotten me harder than I had been the entire night, and Samantha's prolonging the ceremony was not doing any favors. The blonde re-tightened her grip, pushing Maria's cone-shaped boobs into her chest. This time Maria cried out, her head falling back as she was unable to retaliate. I looked, following Kara's gaze as the brunette's eyes were fixed between the two, and realized her intent gaze was watching the tips of Maria's boobs disappear, while the base of the Brazilian's jugs pushed outward from the pressure. Samantha held her tight, obviously enjoying the moment.

"Oh my god," Andrea whispered. "She's getting flattened."

Samantha relaxed the hold, prompting Maria's head to fall once again to the blonde's shoulder.

"Do you give, Ria?" The black-haired girl sighed in relief.

"Well?" Samantha asked, growing impatient.

"Fuck you," Maria said, pushing away with a surprising force.

"Yes!" Andrea whispered again. I, too was surprised with Maria's resiliency.

The move did break Samantha's grip, and Maria took a few steps away from the surprised blonde. Samantha quickly regained her composure and slid her hands down to her hips as she watched Maria move back.

"Come here, Ria," Samantha said, advancing. "You want to play some more?"

Samantha chased Maria for a few steps before stopping.

"Who's scared now?" Samantha "If you are just going to run away from me, you should have quit."

"I'm not scared of you," Maria snapped. She stopped circling. "In fact, I'm just getting started." Her voice sounded confident, but it sounded much different than she had in the beginning; I wondered if this was bravado. She had begun tweaking her short nipples, getting them hard.

"Ha! Whatever, we both know you and your boobs are done," Samantha said, mocking her.

"We'll see," Maria hissed, then ran at Samantha. I was impressed with Maria's aggression, and Andrea had a much more hopeful look on her face. Dan and Connie seemed to be rooting for the same person, though I wonder if Dan had some bias already predetermined.

In an echo of Tamera and Samantha's fight, Maria and Samantha slammed their chests together in the middle of the circle. Both girls bounced back from the impact. Samantha swore under her breath, and Maria moaned from the pain.

"That wasn't too bright," Samantha said, advancing, "but whatever."

Maria had turned to face the blonde just as Samantha was a step away from the black-haired girl. She had no time to gain momentum, but Samantha had it, crashing into Maria and knocking her back as a loud "Smack" echoed through the crowded basement. The crowd itself was hushed. As Maria backpedaled, Samantha stalked her like Michael Myers from Halloween. Samantha bumped her chest again, pushing the black-haired girl against Shelby and Sydney, which stopped the fiery Latina from escaping. Maria tried to side-step Samantha, but the blonde simply grabbed her and turned her back to the middle of the circle.

Maria tried to mount an offensive, attempting a slam into Maria, but the blonde pushed the attacks back and gave the Brazilian girl a chest bump. Again, Samantha knocked Maria back with several of the attacks. Maria stopped back pedaling and launched herself at Samantha with a yell, only to be met by Samantha with similar force. Maria's yell faded to a groan, and Samantha wrapped her arms around Maria's back again, this time lifting the latter off of her feet.

Samantha flexed her arms, causing Maria's legs to kick weakly. Samantha had administered the hug well, and her tits were pushing into Maria's jugs from below, pointing the points of her tits to her chin. After setting Maria back on her feet, Samantha kept the pressure on, twisting her torso and mashing Maria's conical jugs. I watched Andrea's face fall as she accepted the reality that her sister's boobs were beaten.

"Okay, okay... fuck," Maria grumbled.

"Say it," Samantha murmured.

Maria's head fell to the blonde's shoulder as Samantha softly rubbed her big, heavy boobs over Maria's beaten tits. Samantha's hand drifted to the black-haired girl's bikini covered ass, and then patted her butt.

"You... win," Maria huffed.

Samantha giggled, then suddenly pulled up on Maria's bikini, exposing the black-haired girl's nice ass. Andrea gasped and I stifled a groan as I saw her cheeks jiggle in the wedgie. Maria shrieked as Samantha patted her ass.

"I sure do," Samantha said. She kept her boobs against Maria's beaten sacks for a moment before pulling away from the beaten girl. Maria began massaging her conquered tits, gently squeezing and rolling them. As turned on as I was, I only gaped as Samantha eyed the beaten jugs.

"Well," Samantha said, hands on her hips. She was waiting for Maria.

I almost lost it as the aggressive brunette took her place as the beaten girl, kneeling before the more powerful blonde.

"Whose tits are better, Maria?" Samantha asked.

"Yours are," Maria muttered.

"How much better are they than yours? Samantha asked.

"Just barely," Maria replied. Some snickers escaped some of the crowd and a few of the girls just laughed. Samantha's face darkened.

"Just barely as in not even close," Samantha said contemptuously, leaning over to grip the kneeling girl's nipples in both hands, "just barely as in your pitiful tits barely put up a fight," Samantha continued, pinching Maria's tips.

"Ouch!" Maria yelled. Andrea stiffened, but did nothing as Samantha humiliated her sister.

"Do I need to haul you up to your feet by these deformed tits and show you again how much better my boobs are compared to these beaten sacks?" Samantha threatened.

Judging from the increasing reactions from Maria, it was apparent that the blonde was steadily increasing the pressure on Maria's losing boobs. Maria shook her head.

"Now, how much better are my boobs than yours?" Samantha asked again, easing the pressure on Maria's nubs.

"Your tits are a lot better than mine, Samantha," Maria muttered, but loudly enough for the crowd to hear. "I should have known better than to put my boobs up against yours." That response was Samantha's expected answer, apparently. She smiled and jiggled Maria's beaten jugs.

"Show your respect, Ria," Samantha ordered.

Maria looked up, defeated and disappointed, but craned her neck so she could begin kissing the blonde's winning tits. Andrea looked at me for a moment, gauging my reaction. I tried to keep my face neutral, but her gaze wandered down, and her eyes narrowed. She turned back to the "ceremony" as Maria did her duty. Samantha's hands never left Maria's tits as the brunette suckled on her victorious boobs. Maria's eyes closed as she continued the session, obviously wanting it to end as soon as possible.

"Tongue," Samantha ordered.

Maria flicked her tongue to Samantha's firm, thick nips and big round areola. Samantha's eyes closed for a moment as she enjoyed Maria's tongue, then opened them so she could watch the formerly aggressive fighter submissively worshiping her superiority.

"The other one," Samantha commanded, her tone one of supreme confidence. Maria switched quickly, kissing then licking the boobs at a much faster pace. She obviously wanted it over, and Samantha seemingly let her. When she stood up straight, Samantha shot a look at Tamera before turning to get her bikini top. I admired her dangling jugs as she leaned over before turning my attention back to Maria and her beaten jugs. They didn't seem as firm, to be sure, but Maria's first concern was pulling her bikini from her crack. When she bent over to get her top, I watched her tits shake for a moment. Andrea was fixated on her sister's marching over to Darla. Before Andrea made it there, Darla said something that seemed to lift Maria's face and spirits.

Samantha and Tamera shot each other some pretty nasty looks as the blonde walked over to Riley. Rolonda and Jade got in on the action, I noticed, shooting hateful stares at the victorious blonde.

"How long do you need, Samantha?" Kara asked. Samantha nodded.

"Just a little bit," Samantha answered.

"Hey, I have a Wii," Hailey announced. I looked at the busty brunette with the same questioning stare that most of the girls were giving her. Hailey caught the lackluster reaction and explained.

"I thought maybe we could watch them play it," Hailey suggested, pointing at Kara, Ryoko, and then Anna. That suggestion got more of a response, and I laughed with the others as I pictured the three naked girls playing tennis, leaning over to let their boobs flop around. I had no idea what Hailey had in mind, but I was looking forward to finding out.

"Hell yeah," Rolonda said, grinning. More support came from the crowd, and finally Darla spoke up.

"Set it up," Darla said. I saw the three girls, Kara looked nervous, while Ryoko's face was blank. Anyone paying any attention to Anna knew that she was pissed off.

"In the living room," Hailey said, then led the girls up the stairs with her boyfriend.

I saw but paid little attention to Tamera, Rolonda, and Jade speaking to Riley and Samantha. Kara stepped over, but I was with Dan and Connie walking up the stairs. "What is going to happen?" Dan asked.

"No idea," Connie said, though I could tell she was going to enjoy it. The three girls were on the other side it seemed of the Samantha crew, and Connie, I'd noticed was on the buxom blonde's side more than it wasn't.

When we got up there, there was a quick vote between three games. Golf, which was roundly booed, then tennis, which got a lukewarm reception (I cheered, but few others did). Then boxing. That got the loudest ovation by far, and Hailey laughed.

I looked for Maria, whose tits were now covered, though the bikini was loosely tied. She was talking with her sister, who was nodding and listening more than saying anything. Dan and Connie were also engrossed in conversation, allowing me to gaze around the room.

I let my eyes linger on Ryoko's bared boobs, her puffy nipples looking stiff as she gently walked around, her boobs shaking gently. I closed my eyes and shook my head. The constant presence of so much cleavage was making my head swim a bit.

I looked over to Sydney and her boyfriend, who was listening as intently as Andrea had been to Maria. Hailey finally gathered herself to make the game official.

"Boxing it is!" Hailey announced.

More laughter rang through the living room, and Darla's eyes and face brightened. I paid close attention; I knew Darla was devious, and she looked like she was going to enjoy what she had to say. "Hey, let's have a tournament: Loser gets milked," she suggested.


"Um, what's that?" Alexis asked.

"You'll see," Darla said in an almost seductive tone. Her eyes flickered over to Kara, and my emotions warred as I remembered the humiliation Kara suffered when she had been milked. Part of me was a bit put off, but I also loved watching her weak, beaten sacks swinging beneath her as they were pulled, pushed, prodded and pinched.

"Milked? What the fuck?" Anna asked, her voice low and menacing.

"Anna..." Maria said, but she was cut off as Anna spoke over her.

"This is bullshit! If this is what you bitches are going to do to me, then fuck you!" Anna shouted.

Everyone was now looking to Maria and Anna to see if the former could calm her down.

"I'm not going to let a bunch of udder chested bimbos order me around and make me humiliate myself for their entertainment," Anna spat. She gazed around. "Fuck it, I'm outta here," Anna huffed. She turned to head to the bedroom where she had stripped. I was a bit disappointed that Anna wasn't going to be around to stare at, but completely understood. I wondered how Ryoko would react if she'd been milked. Kara knew what was coming, but the Asian girl did not.

We all heard the door slam, Hailey looked at Maria. "Hey Ria, are you going to talk to her?"

"No way," Maria replied. "She's pissed. I had to beg her to come here in the first place, and this was as bad as she was expecting. No, the best thing to do is let her calm down." The room was silent as we all heard Anna banging around the bedroom, then a door opening and slamming. Anna came thundering down the hallway toward the front door.

Before making it to the door, she turned. "All of you bitches can kiss myround brownMexican ass!" Anna yelled.

Everyone took the invitation to watch her nice, round ass jiggle as she stormed out the door, slamming it behind us. Everyone was stunned.

Darla broke the tension. "Well, you cow-uddered bitches, I guess it's time for some Wii boxing." Darla suggested with a laugh.

The girls laughed nervously with her.

"Maria, are you sure shouldn't talk to her?" Shelby asked.

Then we all heard an engine start then scream off into the night. The engine noise faded into the distance and Shelby shrugged.

"I guess we need a new Hooter girl," Sydney announced. Several of the girls nodded, and I noticed a few look back to the front door as if they expected Anna to return.

"Alright. Ryoko, Kara, front and center," Hailey ordered.

There was some instruction, buttons moves, and bars on the TV. Hailey wrapped up the instruction and went to her boyfriend to join the audience.

"Remember," Darla began. "The winner milks the loser."

Ryoko looked nervous and Kara leaned in to whisper something to Ryoko with a very serious expression. Ryoko looked back to the screen, and I thought she looked pretty determined . I wondered what Kara had told her.

The "match" was about to start, and the two girls took their positions. Ryoko sat there, and Kara took advantage, throwing the first punch. Her Wii character took a quick jab to the face and the head snapped back. Kara laughed. She threw another punch, and Kara's boobs shook on her chest, wobbling up and down. Another snapping blow sent Kara's big jugs up, away from her chest before they landed with a light thud on her chest. She swung with the other arm, and the crowd laughed as her big udders flew into each other, slapping and smacking.

"Kara's going to win," someone shouted. I could not see who it was, but there was an immediate reply.

"No, she'll knock herself out with her own boob," someone shot back. More laughter followed, and Kara turned her head sharply. Ryoko finally got the hang of the game, and her own, smaller tits began swinging on her chest as Ryoko landed several shots to Kara's character. Kara's health bar went down, but the latter was able to figure out how to block, so she dodged, bobbing and weaving, which sent her tits in an almost spiral at some points, swinging and shaking on her chest.

Connie was covering her mouth, and I noticed that the entertainment had lightened Maria's mood as the Brazilian laughed as she watched the two topless girls perform for entertainment. Both girls seemed breathless at the end of the first round, though it looked as though the Asian girl might have been a bit more winded.

Of course, my attention was on both sets of bared boobs as they turned to the crowd, taking a bit of a break. Dan was glued to Ryoko's puffy nipples again, and I grinned as I watched him watching the contest.

During the break, I found my eyes wandering, but usually came back to Kara and Ryoko. I couldn't keep my eyes of their big jugs. Maria and Andrea were still chatting. Maria had donned her bikini top after the fight with Samantha, and had quieted down a great deal after the loss. Darla was talking with her, but I couldn't make out any of it, so I left it alone.

Dan and Connie were whispering about what girls Connie would like to fight. She mentioned Riley and Sydney, and Kara a couple of times, though I wondered if she was just poking fun at the brunette's shaking jugs at that point. Dan kept his eyes around the room, and I shook my head as he moved back to me.

"This is great," Dan gushed. Connie overheard him despite the move and came by.

"And how about you, Jon? You having fun?"

"Yeah," I replied.

We stopped talking as the Wii game's bell sounded the second round. Both girls got into position. Kara decided to begin the taunting: "I'm going to knock you out, huh, say knock you out," she sang.

Ryoko rolled her eyes but said nothing. She turned her attention to the screen.

"Aaaiiieeeyaaa!" the Asian girl screamed, throwing the first punch. I chortled as Dan and Connie snickered. The girls traded punches while ducking and weaving. Kara threw a lot of uppercuts, and because not many of the punches landed, I realized she was doing it for show. Her big jugs flew up and down on her chest, flopping and slapping around.

As both women fought, I realized that Ryoko's boobs were bouncing just as much as Kara's. Her tits were smaller, but it was hard not to compare them as they both fought on the Wii. Ryoko's slender frame certainly made her tits look big, and her areola were certainly puffy, pointing out from her chest. The round ended with both girls' characters still standing, and both girls were panting, their boobs heaving on their chests.

Ryoko asked Kara something. I lost the question in the laughter and talking but heard Kara's answer, just barely.

"Don't worry; it's nothing bad, just a little embarrassing," Kara told her. Ryoko looked a bit confused. Kara leaned in and whispered something that caused the slender Asian girl to blush, but a slow grin crept across her face as she looked down to Kara's big boobs.

Maybe you might be the one getting her udders milked," Ryoko said, loudly enough for me to hear this time. She giggled, pushing her attention to the screen.

"Who's going to win?" Dan asked. Connie replied immediately.

"Ryoko. Kara's flopping tits will get in her way." I still did not understand Connie's issue with Kara, but the blonde seemed to delight in picking against her.

"I think Kara's got this one," Maria said. "She beat the shit out of Chrissy once." I nodded to her logic, and stole a glance at her bikini-covered boobs. If Maria noticed she said nothing.

"Don't think so Coco," Kara responded to Ryoko's taunt. Both girls were speaking more loudly in between breaths as they continued the fight on the screen.

Ryoko turned to Kara to say something, so the brunette took advantage, plastering the electronic face with a powerful punch. Kara took advantage of her earlier tactics. As Ryoko covered up to protect from the uppercut, Kara went over the top with her punches, landing blows to her opposition's head. Ryoko seemed slower on her own punches, and as Kara mixed it up, she easily countered and retaliated.

Everyone was cheering and laughing. Several girls and guys were rooting for Ryoko, and I joined the side rooting for Kara. Both girls' tits were flopping all over their chest, and while I also found it amusing, I was more stricken with the flesh jiggling and wobbling on their chests. I grinned as I watched, getting the best of both worlds while the two girls went at it.

Ryoko's character finally went down, and Kara turned to the crowd, putting her hands in the air and jumping up and down. Her left breast actually went up first, but just by a second as she began jumping, so it looked as though each of her boobs was responding to a different outside force.

"Look's like Ryoko's going down," Dan noted.

"She's not done yet," Connie said quickly. Ryoko was pushing the buttons to get her character up. Kara was trash talking like a pro.

"Yeah, get up," Kara called. "I want to savor milking those boobs of yours Ryoko. Everyone's going to see those shaking jugs get milked like a cow!" Ryoko's character was up, and Kara, having turned back, threw wild haymakers that connected. Ryoko herself seemed winded, slowing down and soon was unable to counter attack. Kara took advantage, and while her wild shots left her open, Ryoko didn't capitalize. Punch after punch rocked Ryoko as Kara went to town. Her aggression translated into a lot alternating punches, and corresponding boob jiggling. Kara's boobs flopped wildly on her chest, and as much as I was turned on, I chuckled at the absurdity of it.

Kara's online persona landed a clear knockout blow, sending Ryoko's character down. It felt almost like a real boxing match as everyone gasped in unison.

"Shit!" Ryoko shouted, pushing buttons.

"I knocked you out, bitch!" Kara said, taunting the Asian.

While a few cheers went up for the Asian, I almost held my breath, hoping that Kara would start milking her smaller coworker.

"You don't want no more," Kara taunted, doing a little dance that sent waves through her naked boobs. She began a few boxing moves as the count from the game wound down. Her tits wobbled as she moved, her ass shaking as she dodged imaginary punches.

"Fuck," I barely heard Ryoko's realization of her defeat.

Kara threw her arms into the air, sending her big, wobbling tits over her chest as she exulted in her victory. Ryoko blushed, and Kara set down her controller.

"Come here Elsie," Kara said, mocking the Asian. The brunette cleared off the coffee table, then patted it, looking pointedly at Ryoko. "Right here, on all fours, girl," she ordered. I was impressed with Kara's control as the smaller girl shook her head, but dutifully marched to the table.

I glanced at Dan, whose left hand was casually rubbing the underside of his girlfriend's big breast. His eyes were glued to the scene before him. Connie looked annoyed, and rolled her eyes more than once as Kara positioned Ryoko on the table.

The dark haired girl slowly clambered onto the table and took her position on her hands and knees. Her tits dangled beneath her and shook as she found her position. I chuckled as she looked ridiculous. Kara moved out of the way to ensure the audience got the best view.

Kara shot a glance and stuck out her tongue at her girlfriend, who simply smirked.

Ryoko jerked a bit as Kara's fingers danced on the underside of Ryoko's still wobbling boobs. "Oh," Kara said, "are these milk sacks sensitive, Ryoko?" Kara's fingers once again lightly brushed the Asian's quivering jugs. Ryoko tried not to show any emotion, but Kara continued groping Ryoko's big udders. Kara tweaked her coworker's nipple.

"Ryoko, I think you like this," Kara said. I watched the smaller girl's nipple harden under Kara's fingers. Ryoko said nothing, so Kara continued her taunt. "Your big, puffy nipples are so hard," Kara added.

"Fuck yes, they are," Dan said. Connie nodded at her boyfriend's observation, but kept her eyes glued to Ryoko's humiliation.

Kara gladly obliged those wanting to see it, myself among them as she pulled down on the trapped peak and just started stretching Ryoko's tit like a cow udder.

"Damn!" Rolonda said, laughing. I was laughing too, as Kara began pushing Ryoko's nipple into her boob then pulling it back down, simulating the milking motion. Kara was being relatively gentle, especially given her own milking experience.

But Ryoko was embarrassed, and her head fell. Some people were supporting Ryoko, but several were laughing. Maria and Darla, ever joined at the hip, both seemed amused, and Andrea was looking on in a bit of interest and horror. Kara began jerking on Ryoko's boobs, settling into a slow rhythm that kept the boobs distending gently, and interrupting only when she would shake the smaller girl's boobs, or knock one of the hanging udders into the other. At one point, Kara made them clap twice.

"The farmer in the dale, the farmer in the dale," Kara sang. Everyone was laughing now, enjoying the show that Kara was putting on for them. "Hi-ho the dairy-o, the farmer in the dale," Kara finished. She released Ryoko's' jiggling udders and patted the Asian on her round ass.

"Good girl," Kara told her.

"I'll get you back for this," Ryoko muttered, a hiss that I was barely able to make out.

"Oh no," Kara said, much more loudly. "Think of it as payback for you spilling that drink all over my boobs," she replied.

"I think we need to get downstairs," Hailey suggested. There was a general murmur of agreement as people ambled toward the stairs. Riley and Rolonda had already made it to the door, and as I followed the general mass migration, I saw Tamera and Samantha already standing there.

They were standing directly opposite one another, with the statuesque black girl folding her arms under her chest, a cool, even look on her face as she studied her blonde opponent. Samantha returned the look, her hands on her hips as she stared Tamera down.

"At least you didn't kill her... yet" Rolonda said, Jade following behind her. Tamera smiled at Rolonda before returning her gaze. Everyone gathered around again, close to their original spots while Kara took her spot in the middle of the room. I found Ryoko sulking a bit as Kara stepped to the middle of the room.

Riley had joined Samantha on the blonde's side of the room, and the two girls began whispering. Kara waited patiently, as Jade, Rolonda and Tamera were doing the same, though their conversation was more energetic, with hand gestures and voices that seemed to rise above the whisper level from time to time.

Kara looked around the room for a bit, no doubt noticing that the room was no longer cheery and full of laughter. The final fight brought with it some tension, and whispers ruled over any of the entertainment the girls had provided upstairs. I let my eyes wander over the field that had been eliminated.

Most of the girls were whispering in the groups that they'd been in. Connie shifted, though, wandering away from Dan and me so that she could join Riley in a conversation that was now more than whispering. I glanced at Darla, who was shrugging to Kara. I turned my attention back to Dan, who gave me a questioning glance as we both turned our attention to the center of the room again.

"Can we just get this started?" Samantha asked as she stepped away from Riley and Connie.

Tamera nodded in agreement. Samantha stepped closer to Kara, her bikini struggling to hold her big breasts as they shook with each step she took toward the other two women.

Tamera pulled her t-shirt off and handed it to Rolonda. Jade and Rolonda both made their support of their friend very vocal as the statuesque black woman strode toward Kara and Samantha. Dan nodded to Connie then wandered away from me. I barely acknowledged it, focused as I was on the fight that was about to begin. Connie and Riley looked concerned as Samantha took her place.

"Show us your weapons!" Kara yelled. As many times as I'd seen it, it was always nice to watch two endowed women bare their tits. Samantha moved first, untying the strings on her top and letting it fall away. Her big nipples were pink, surrounded by a large areola. Her tits were big, slightly hanging, but obviously dense. I shot a quick glance at Maria's covered tits, remembering how Samantha had crushed the Latina. I found myself partially rooting for Samantha because I'd rooted so hard for Maria. I wanted Maria to have been beaten by the best.

"Are we agreed?" Tamera asked. "If not, then leave." I was completely baffled by the comment, but it must have had something to do with what was going on after the fight. Samantha nodded and puffed out her chest, pushing her big jugs toward the black woman.

"Fine, I'm going to own you girl." Tamera began undoing her bikini top as she spoke. Tamera's thick, dark nipples pointed to Samantha's large pink tips. As I traced Samantha's tits outward, it was easy to see the beginning of some heavy bruising on her big jugs, and while it was difficult to tell because of her dark skin it looked as though Tamera had some discoloring as well. Tamera shook her boobs, and I watched them swing back and forth on her chest.

"You know the rules," Kara told them both.

The two girls moved to each other, slowly bringing their fleshy weapons to meet at the tip. As their nipples touched, both women kept their faces on each other.

"If Tamera wins the fight, the tournament is over and she is the Hooter girl boob queen; if Samantha wins, we will have another fight to decide the tournament," Kara announced. I found myself rooting for Samantha to prolong the tournament as well.

Both girls nodded.

"Ready!" Kara yelled, "Fight!"

Both women responded at once as Kara backed away just a few steps. Both had the same instinct, grabbing each other around the high part of the back and pulling the opponent in. Samantha's jaw clenched as she fought to pressure Tamera's big jugs. Tamera's eyes were closed with her effort to do the same. They both shared and alternated grunts and groans as they slightly leaned forward and backward in a strange reversal of tug of war, pushing rather than pulling.

Neither pair seemed to have the advantage, each breast compressing equally at the point of attack. Each time they pulled forward or back for a strike, they would shift their torsos, sending their soft flesh back into the other pair of attacking breasts.

I swallowed as the fight continued when I heard Tamera.

"What's happening to your nipples, huh, what's happening Blondie?" Tamera asked, as she pumped her arms to bring Samantha's orbs into her own.

"It feels like they are puncturing your ugly, crinkly nips," Samantha replied after a few of the thrusts and returns with Tamera. As they spoke, I saw Samantha shape. From my vantage point, I could only see her arms and shoulders, but they were tightening intensely as the blonde fought to match her ebony foe. White breast and black breast continued to slide over the other in an attempt to grind the submission out.

Tamera suddenly pushed Samantha away; they had been going at it pretty intensely, and the blonde took a very confident pose as she grinned at Tamera.

"What's wrong, Tam?" Samantha asked, "couldn't take it?"

"I just wanted to see how much damage my tits did to your ugly sacks," Tamera replied.

"Yeah, whatever," Samantha spat, a sarcastic edge in her voice.

"Now it's time to pound you flat," Tamera warned as she stepped up to the blonde.

Samantha moved first, reaching out for Tamera's arms just as the black girl began swinging her fleshy jugs. As soon as Samantha grabbed the black girl's arms, Tamera's big globes slammed into Samantha's orbs. The blow seemed to do what Tamera wanted it to do, as Samantha yelped and her big boobs went swimming across her chest, rippling from Tamera's strike. Immediately Tamera tried to capitalize, but Samantha was ready, and pushed her shoulder into the oncoming blow.

Her shoulder caught Tamera's tits, pushing the darker boob back and away enough for the blonde to avoid the bulk of the blow. Another pass led to the same result, with Samantha's shoulder deflecting the blow.

"What's wrong bitch?" Tamera asked. "Scared to put up your pitiful baggy tits up against my boobs," Tamera taunted.

"You got her Tam," Rolonda yelled in rare vocal encouragement. Tamera brought her hands off her hips, and went after Samantha's upper arms in an apparent attempt to gain control.

"I'll just finish you off now," Tamera threatened.

As Tamera swung to her right side, Samantha thrust her boobs forward, catching and stabbing the black girl's jugs. Tamera's jaw clenched as she felt Samantha's heavy boobs in her own, but still slung her tits back to the left. Samantha went the other way, pulling back to let Tamera's flesh harmlessly fly by, but just barely. Tamera hesitated just a moment, and Samantha took advantage, giving her shoulders a flick that sent the blonde's boobs into Tamera's like a boxer's jab.

"Is that all you got?" Tamera asked. "You are done!"

In an explosive move, Tamera swung her big boobs to the right, trying to hammer Samantha's tits before the blonde could move back again. But Samantha knew and pushed her right shoulder forward, and again, Tamera's fleshy jugs bounced harmlessly away. Samantha actually giggled at Tamera as the black girl's frustration showed on her face.

"Fucking bitch!" Tamera shouted.

Tamera's temper got the better of her, and she began swinging her heavy boobs wildly. Watching her dense tits shake and shiver on her chest distracted me for a moment, but I quickly shook myself out of it, realizing I could miss a pivotal moment in the fight.

Samantha was able to block most of the blows with her shoulder move, but a few of Tamera's haymakers landed, and Samantha's big jugs were slapped across her chest.

"Yeah, bring it," Samantha said, obviously baiting the black girl.

"You want it?" Tamera asked. "I'll give it to you." Tamera suddenly stopped, holding Samantha in place and then, faster than I would have suspected, rammed forward, slamming her boobs into Samantha's. It was a straight on blow that caused waves of flesh to spill outward from Samantha's boobs as her proud jugs were pushed back and up on her chest. Samantha's head snapped back as her boobs were stabbed by Tamera's thick tits.



I glanced around to watch everyone, with no exception, intensely keyed on the fight. Connie, still standing by Riley was looking very concerned as Tamera's heavy flesh pushed Samantha's boobs around.

Tamera began taunting Samantha. "There you go," she said, pulling back for another blow.

Samantha obviously had been stunned, as she didn't react when Tamera thrust her big boobs into Samantha's still shaking tits. The blonde's tanned flesh bounced and shook as Tamera did more damage. This time the blow was just above the nipple, and Tamera's heavy orbs pushed the Samantha's wildly shivering tits down on her chest. Tamera closed her eyes to savor the feel of Samantha's sliding teats.

"I brought it slut," Tamera said. "How do you like it?" Samantha struggled against Tamera even as the latter asked the question, obviously hoping to remove some of the pressure on her tits. As I saw Samantha's boobs pushed down, I gave myself a small stroke, remembering how many times Tiffany had flattened her foes. "It feels like to me, you're down and out," Tamera continued.

Samantha was finally able to create some breathing room for herself and her battered rack, pushing until her tits regained their shape and position. She then seemed to let Tamera regain the tit-mashing hold, but instead let go of the black girl's arms and wrapped her own limbs around Tamera's back, the original hold of the fight.

"Does it feel like they are down and out?" Samantha asked in a strained voice as she gritted her teeth. Her mouth was very close to Tamera's ear, inches if not closer, and I was surprised that I could make it out.

"No, it feels like they are all mushy," Tamera answered. She was immediately met with cackles from Rolonda and Jade as the blonde's face darkened.

"Fuck you," Samantha muttered, then her arms and legs both tensed as she began applying more of the vice-like pressure. Both sets of boobs pushed in slightly as the two girls fought. Tamera moaned, and Samantha seemed to draw on it, though even as the black girl finished the slight groan, Tamera began flexing her own arms, pulling Samantha to her. The pressure made Samantha grunt slightly.

"Yeah, this is better anyway; just boobs on boobs," Tamera whispered. "Me, just grinding you down to nothing in front of everybody.... no excuses," I don't know if it was the way Tamera had said it, but I realized in that moment how seriously both Tamera and Samantha were taking this.

"Except you are the one going flat," Samantha snapped.

"Am I?" Tamera asked, then leaned back. Her arms tightened, and I found myself impressed again by the black girl's natural strength and tone. Samantha kicked her legs uselessly, Tamera's tight hold squeezing the breath from her lungs. She set the blonde down, keeping the pressure on her opponent.

"Well, Am I? Tamera asked. "It must be because my boobs aren't pushed back in my chest. It isn't my nipples all bent up. It isn't my tits that are all flat on top and bulged out on the bottom." I watched both pairs of boobs as Tamera spoke, but saw no evidence that one pair had gained any advantage on the other. Both pair had begun shifting and flattening beneath the other pair; it looked like a draw.

"Huh. If my nipples are all bent up, then why is it when I look down, your tips are the ones pointing up?" Samantha asked. Tamera looked down quickly, but I could not see what she could. I was not the only one looking as even Kara, who had a better view being so close to the action, was still craning her neck to see.

Samantha took advantage of the hesitation, readjusting her grip so that she could thrust her big boobs up and into Tamera's orbs. Tamera actually cried out as she felt Samantha's nipples push into the sore bottoms of Tamera's boobs. The stiff peaks must have hit a tender spot in the black girl's breasts, judging from the reaction.

"And if they are all bent up, then why does it feel like they are all up in your tits, bitch?" Samantha mocked the black girl.

Tamera groaned as Samantha's words rang true. Tamera's boobs were resting, loose and useless, atop Samantha's tanned flesh. Samantha leaned back, forcing her tits further into Tamera's trapped boobs.

"I gotcha, I fucking gotcha!" Samantha shouted. She seemed to be enjoying the feel of her tits pushing into Tamera's orbs.

"C'mon Tam!" Rolonda shouted, sounding fairly desperate.

"What do you think of your titties now?" Samantha asked as she rested Tamera on her feet, then immediately picking her up again. Tamera gritted her teeth while forcefully shutting her eyes. Samantha bounced Tamera in her arms a few times, but quickly, Tamera repositioned her arms. It struck me as the fastest move that Tamera had made in the contest, and she had repositioned her arms so that her forearms were resting on the back of Samantha's neck. She kicked her legs up and wrapped her strong legs around Samantha's hips. Tamera squeezed hard, and I watched the lines of muscle bulge out of her dark skin. Samantha seemed to lose her energy and fight, and she staggered back as Tamera's inventive move took effect.

"You got shit, bitch!" Tamera screamed, a guttural cry. Tamera dropped her hold as the blonde stumbled, planting her feet and shoving Samantha away. Samantha tried dodging Samantha, seeming to favor her neck. I imagined the pressure had been painful, and Samantha's awkward head movements certainly indicated that had been the case. Tamera proved to be too fast for Samantha's escape attempt, and the black girl caught the blonde's wrists, twisting them behind Samantha's back, putting Tamera's boobs in a head on confrontation with Samantha's flailing jugs.

Tamera, still holding Samantha, lined up her tits.

"This is going to be great," Tamera said, leaning into Samantha and purposefully whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear. Samantha closed her eyes as Tamera pulled back. Samantha wasn't finished, apparently, bending at the waist. She stood quickly, and while her boobs had taken a beating, she was able to throw a huge blow into Tamera's tits. Tamera's eyes widened in surprise at the speed and force of the blow, and the blonde shook free of the wrist grab.

"You're right; this is going to be great," Samantha said. The blonde quickly lunged for Tamera's shoulders, but the stunned black girl moved back with sharp reflex. Samantha cursed, but kept on the attack, landing another shot with her big boobs into Tamera's shaking jugs.

Tamera groaned, and Samantha's lunge was successful. She grabbed Tamera's shoulders and bent down for another uppercut. While Tamera may have seen it coming, the blonde had found some inner reserve of strength and was using it to attempt to end the fight with Tamera. The blow connected, slamming the tops of Samantha's boobs into the still-sore bottoms of Tamera's. The black girl groaned and stumbled backwards, actually falling to one knee as exhaustion took over. Samantha leaped, hoping to take advantage of Tamera's prone form.

Tamera either recovered incredibly quickly or had been playing possum. Even as Samantha threw herself through the air at the black girl, Tamera leaped upward, slamming her jugs into Samantha's with an uncanny strike. Samantha's momentum stop and her boobs were shoved up and out from the force of the strike. They shook and wobbled all over her chest as the blonde groaned and slowly fell backwards. Tamera reached out and gripped the blonde's wrists before Samantha could finish her collapse.

Tamera repeated the hold she'd established earlier, pushing the blonde's wrists behind her back so that their tits were lined up again. Samantha looked wearily at Tamera, who wasted no time in pushing her advantage. She slammed her boobs forward, and Samantha groaned. As I watched her head slump forward, I realized that Tamera may have been holding her up. Tamera thrust again, and Samantha gamely tried to meet the blows, but between what seemed to be her flagging strength and the impressive hold Tamera had established, she received the worst of the attacks. Soon even Samantha's token resistance was gone as her head lolled back and forth with the impact of the blows. She was simply absorbing blow after blow. Tamera slowed down, ensuring that each of her blows were lined up nipple to nipple.

"Aw, Sam, you're all flat," Tamera said. "And mushy."

Each hit drew a grunt from Samantha's lips, but no other response came from the stubborn blonde.

"See," Tamera said, sliding her boobs across Samantha's chest. Samantha's softened udders shook and distorted as Tamera's dominant tits dented, folded and splashed the blonde's tits over her chest. As Tamera continued to push her tits into Samantha's chest, the blonde began looking down to watch her tits' surrender. The shaking flesh spilled to the sides when Tamera thrust forward and flopped downward on the rare occasions that Tamera wasn't occupying Samantha's boobs with her own.

"Is there any doubt now?" Tamera asked. There wasn't, of course. Samantha's useless boobs hung on her chest, red and blue-gray; a disturbing mix of colors.

Samantha didn't respond, but looked up, stunned at the events she'd just witnessed happening between the two women.

"I guess not," Tamera said, answering the question for the speechless blonde. Tamera continued rolling Samantha's tits over the blonde's chest, sliding the big, beaten jugs from side to side.

"I told you I would own you bitch," Tamera said, mocking the beaten blonde. She pushed her chest into Samantha's now-yielding udders. Tamera's dominance was unquestioned as Samantha's big boobs were pushed up and back into her chest.

"Well?" Tamera asked.

The blonde simply shook her head.

"Who has the better tits?" Tamera asked. Samantha continued to shake her head. "Say it," Tamera demanded.

I admired Samantha's refusal to respond, but knew that Tamera wasn't going to be forgiving. I was proven correct when Tamera pulled her big boobs away from Samantha then mashed them right back into Samantha's chest. The blonde's breasts were pushed back and down, into her rib cage with the strike, flattening Samantha's boobs against her ribcage. Tamera ground her dark boobs into the tanned flesh.

"It's over, Sam," Tamera commented. I was amazed at Samantha's resolve. The blonde continued to shake her head keeping her eyes closed as she refused to give in.

"Well," Tamera asked, obviously waiting.

Tamera eventually let out an exasperated breath, Tamera again pulled away. Samantha tried to jerk free, but Tamera was waiting, and when the shivering tanned orbs settled, Tamera slammed forward again. Samantha again refused to concede defeat.

"Fine," Tamera muttered.

Tamera began battering Samantha's helpless udders, this time not pausing or awaiting reaction. With explosive slaps, Tamera's globes pounded Samantha's defenseless jugs, knocking the blonde's tits in every direction. I watched with awe as I saw the black girl destroy Samantha's chest. She seemed to strike a rhythm, and I noticed a few people bobbing their head to the slapping titflesh.



"How about now?" Tamera asked. Samantha nodded. "Say it," Tamera demanded. Samantha bowed her head.

"I said say it and loud enough for everyone to hear," Tamera demanded. She shoved her tits back into Samantha's to explain her request physically. Samantha's loose flesh bulged over Tamera's darker tits as the latter penetrated the blonde's jugs.

"You win," Samantha blurted out, the disgust evident.

"Who owns you?" Tamera asked. Samantha turned her head away, angry.

"I asked who owns you?" Tamera repeated, once again grinding her tits into the trapped boobs.

"You do," Samantha sighed in frustration. Tamera pushed the blonde away and Kara raised the black girl's arm. I noticed Darla rolling her eyes as Kara helped Tamera celebrated.

"Winner of the tournament and boob queen of the Hooter Girls, it's Tamera!" Kara announced.

Rolonda and Jade rushed in to congratulate their friend, and I joined many others in cheering. While I hadn't necessarily been rooting for Tamera, I had had a great time, and it seemed like it was the right thing to do.

Riley and Connie were not cheering, instead tending to their battered friend. There was a great deal of chatter and congratulations as Tamera seemed to exult in the cheers for just a moment before becoming a bit more serious.

"It's time to take care of business." Tamera said, and the crowd immediately hushed. "Call him," Tamera ordered Samantha, handing the blonde a cell phone. Samantha dialed the number, then held the phone to her ear, waiting for an answer. Samantha heard the other end pick up and closed her eyes.

"Hey, it's me Javon," Samantha said. Her voice grew tight. "I lost... twice," the blonde choked out. "Um, your sister won't let me keep seeing you anymore," Samantha said. I realized that Samantha wasn't going to squelch on the bet.

"No, no, we had a deal.. I lost," Samantha responded. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I can't do that, she'll know." Samantha was getting more emotional as the conversation went on.

"Okay, okay..." Samantha sputtered. "Tamera, he wants to talk to you," Samantha said, holding the phone for the black girl. I was stricken by watching Tamera walk up that both her victorious posture and Samantha's broken stance made the former seem much taller. Samantha almost shrank away from the imposing woman as she handed her conqueror the phone.

Tamera and Jade exchanged laughs as everyone could hear Tamera's brother over the phone.

"Hey, hey... hey!" Tamera shouted into the phone, trying to get her brother's attention. "No you're not going to keep seeing her, and it is not up to you." Tamera said. "Oh, no you're not!"

Tamera held the phone away from her ear as Javon began yelling. Everyone in the room could hear the voice, even if they couldn't make out the words, and Tamera pulled the phone back to her ear.

"Javon, Javon, hush, just shut up a minute!" Tamera ordered her brother. "No, you're not going to see her again, or I will tell mom what you and that skank have been doing. Do you think she'll let you keep the car if she knows you've been drinking or driving?" Tamera's voice had become threatening. "I'll be sure to let mom know all about that blonde slut... I have witnesses." Tamera continued.

Less and less of Javon's voice was coming through the phone.

"Yeah, and if you keep that up, mom might just kick you out of the house," Tamera warned him. "Oh, and don't worry about Sam... she's going to be busy, but not with you." Tamera's voice had taken on a mocking lilt as she talked to her brother.

Tamera once again pulled the phone away as Javon lodged his complaints.

"Hey, you may hate me now, but later you'll thank me when you find a good woman," Tamera offered. "Hello? Hello? Javon, you there?" Tamera asked. I looked over to Samantha, who had buried her head in Riley's shoulder as she listened to the conversation.

"Brothers are so ungrateful," Tamera laughed. I did feel a bit out of place, but none of the girls seemed too surprised at Tamera's display of her dominance.

"Is he mad?" Jade asked, her voice full of hope. Tamera nodded.

"Oh, he's mad," Tamera replied. Tamera, Jade, and Rolonda broke into laughter. Samantha had stopped leaning into Riley and now looked livid. She said nothing, but the dark stare never left Tamera.

"Now that that is taken care of, it is time to lay down the law on these bitches," Tamera announced, turning her attention to her phone. She tapped a few things then looked around the room.

"Okay, listen up!" the victor called. "I'm going to pass my planner around the room and let you girls pick your schedule." Tamera waited for a moment, then nodded. "We'll start at the top and work down. I've already put my schedule into the planner. Samantha, since you came in second, you can go next." Tamera handed the phone to Samantha.

"Just leave Wednesday and one of the weekend nights free. I have plans for you then." Tamera added. The stakes suddenly dawned on me, and the evil look that Samantha was shooting Tamera at that exact moment confirmed that Tamera, at the very least, had something wildly unpleasant planned.

"Maria, you'll be next, then Ro and then Hailey, you and Sydney will have to work out who will be next. Hmm," Tamera said, pausing mid-thought. "Now that I think about it, you two should probably hook up at our next get together."

Some of the crowd giggled. Even I grinned. The two girls looked at each other and laughed.

"Shelby, Alexis, and Riley, you three need to work it out next," Tamera pointed out. "Connie, you want in on this?" Connie nodded, and I noticed Dan grinning, realizing he was going to get to see this again. "Good. Then you get with those three and the next time we meet, I'll decide which one of them you'll take on to find your place in the group." Tamera pointed at the three girls she'd just mentioned.

"After everybody else has their slots, Ryoko, and then Kara will finish out the schedule," Tamera decreed. I noticed that she took the role of queen very well, and that everyone was following her orders with little complaint. Samantha finished and handed the phone to Maria. I eyed the Latina's pointy jugs some more, and Andrea, somehow sensing it, rolled her eyes when she turned and saw me.

"Okay, this is going to be a fight night rule," Tamera yelled above the chatter. "If you have a losing record, you have to wear the Hooter bikini and help with snacks and drinks. If you have fought but haven't won a fight, well, see Ryoko about the uniform." Everyone laughed at the Asian, who blushed. "If you have more than two losses below .500, then you have to perform some kind of entertainment at our fight nights," Tamera added. "If your record is .500 or better, you can wear whatever you want." Tamera added with a sense of finality. Everyone looked at her, knowing there was more to come.

"Now, when we are in the restaurant, we all need to be the same smiley, flirty waitresses we have always been, but we need more interaction with the customers, so from now on when guys... or girls want a picture with us with more than waitress and Ryoko or Kara are around, I want to see some boob grabbing. Give them something to remember." I wondered if Tamera knew about Kara's show for me and Dan.

"What if Ryoko or Kara aren't around?" Maria asked.

"Then Shelby, Riley, or Alexis will have to offer up their boobs. But, use your best judgment; if there is a birthday party with kids, or something like that, the boob grabbing is for the college young adults, or those looking for that sort of thing." Rolonda had taken the phone from Maria, and now done with it, flipped it to Hailey, who went over to Sydney.

"Oh, and I didn't say much about this last week, but if you have lost to another waitress, then you need to start calling her Ma'am or if you are on a lower rung than another girl, you need to do the same," Tamera ordered. The phone kept going, next to the group of Shelby, Riley, Alexis, and Connie.

"Hey, as you guys work out that schedule, remember Ryoko and Kara are responsible for cleaning the dressing room and straightening the tables at the end of the night. If they are not on the schedule, then you four will have to do it." Tamera had been addressing the crowd until the last line, where she turned her attention to Shelby, Alexis, Riley, and Connie. As the phone reached Ryoko and Kara, both girls seemed to have some issues. Ryoko moved to talk to Samantha and Riley, and Kara moved to Rolonda.

I couldn't hear much of the conversation, but judging from the grin on Rolonda's face I guessed it had worked out in her favor.

More girls had begun individual conversations, and I wondered what was going on, making a mental note to ask Kara or Darla. Before the girls began packing their things, Tamera made another announcement.

"Be sure that any stakes you have are taken care of discreetly. We still have a manager at that restaurant!" Several of the girls laughed, and I moved over to Darla, who was talking to Connie and Dan. Kara gathered up all the orange shorts and handed them to Tamera, who grinned widely as she accepted them.

Kara then moved to cleaning, and I watched as she rushed around to clean and be sure that all the little things were taken care of. Given what I had just witnessed, my eyes were glued to her flopping tits, bouncing on her chest as she moved from spot to spot, cleaning, moving things, and generally trying to take care of the place. Darla noticed me staring even as Kara moved upstairs.

I eyed Ryoko's big jugs, too, shaking and jiggling, as the two naked girls did the best cleanup they could.

"You really love watching those big, floppy boobs, don't you?" Darla asked, her voice scathing. I didn't try to deny it. "I always hated tit guys when I was in school." I turned, ready for a verbal war. "But now I totally get it," Darla laughed. We all chuckled, and even Connie grinned.

"Kara seems to keep a good eye on things," Dan noticed. Darla nodded.

"I really think everyone might be a bit scared of her outside the fight club here. She really did a number on Chrissy, and that got a lot of attention," Darla noted. I nodded; it made sense.

We talked a bit about Kara, but a lot about the fights. Connie and Dan seemed eager to leave, and between our goodbyes and talking to Dan for a minute about hanging out at some point, Darla and I had just started talking about the fights when Kara came down the stairs. I couldn't really tell which was worse for Kara, being naked, or the outfit Darla had picked out for her. Her oversized jugs stretched the tube top, her long nipples piercing it, and there was nowhere else to look. Even the too-short skirt didn't distract enough from the boobs' bounce as she came down the stairs.

"You guys ready?" Kara asked hopefully. I let my gaze linger on her tits before Darla nodded.

"Absolutely," Darla said. I nodded, and we headed to the car.



As we made our way to Kara's car, I watched the brunette's loose jugs flop around inside her tight tube top. Darla watched, too as her girlfriend's boobs entertained us both. We slid into the car and Kara looked in the mirror. She and Darla shared a knowing look and both giggled.

I shot Kara a look in the mirror. "What's with the laughing, E?" I asked, for some reason annoyed that they had started the trip home by laughing at me. Kara stopped giggling and shot me a look back, but Darla cackled. "And what's with that name?" Darla stopped laughing.

"Let me tell him," Darla said, looking at her girlfriend. Kara rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Fine." Kara glared at me for a moment in the mirror, but kept her eyes on the road as Darla talked.

"Apparently," Darla began, "Sydney was wandering around the back at the restaurant." I nodded, though Darla wasn't looking at me. "She stumbled across a very large bra in Kara's things. Apparently, Kara's big boobs have been the thing to talk about at the restaurant, and Sydney, as curious as anyone else looked at those big cups and couldn't resist taking a peek at the tag. Not that you need a bra size to see Kara's got some enormous jugs." Darla reached over and squeezed her girlfriend's right boob as Kara was driving, shaking it a little beneath the tube top.

"But yeah, she's an E cup, and so everyone calls her 'E,'" Darla finished, still lightly groping Kara's breast. My eyes were drawn to the movement of Kara's big boob, and I heard both girls giggle. Her boob definitely was big, and I let out a slight gasp as Darla shook it vigorously.

"Watch out," Kara said, her annoyance replaced by her desire to get revenge on me a bit. "He might explode if you keep it up, Darla." I would have said something, but I had been staring the entire time.

"Well, I certainly got to watch most of the night, anyway," I declared, looking at Kara in the rear view mirror. "Thanks for putting on such a great show." Kara rolled her eyes, but Darla kept on.

"She's nothing if not good entertainment," Darla agreed, and in a move that surprised both of us, tugged the right side of Kara's tube top down, letting her big boob flop out. Kara gasped, but Darla immediately quelled her girlfriend's fear.

"Hey, it's dark, and late; there is almost no one on the road. How is this different than prancing around all hot and bothered in your apartment?" Darla asked. "Besides, it's not like anyone in here hasn't seen these before," Darla pointed out.

"Darla," Kara hissed.

Darla giggled, and I saw Kara shake her head, but the brunette made no effort to re-cover her exposed tit. Instead, Darla began lightly toying with the hanging breast as she continued to talk. I admit I had trouble keeping my eyes off of her, and glanced up at Darla, who continued speaking in a pleasant, conversational tone.

"See, Jon," Darla noted as she looked out the window. "Kara likes it. Don't you, Kara?" Kara said nothing as Darla gently began pulling on her nipple. Darla giggled but continued.

"She's at the bottom of the order, as I'm sure you noticed. She, Ryoko and Anna had never won a titfight, so they had to go naked."

"Did Kara lose, too?" Darla grinned.

"She lost to me, so she never competed. Like I said; she's not tied, she's at the bottom. Ryoko lost her battles early and often. So did Anna."

"Ryoko lost to Shelby," Kara added.

"Yeah," Darla noted. "Her floppy boobs are just as soft as yours."

"Well," Kara said, ignoring the taunt, "we lost two of the first round losers; they don't work at Hooters anymore. Lauren's big boobs were about my size, but she wasn't cut out for titfighting." Darla started to say something, but Kara cut her off "just like my worthless udders." I saw a grin escape Darla's lips and quickly began to realize that I was less and less a part of the conversation.

"Shelby, Riley, and Alexis went out next," Darla recalled, numbering the girls off on her fingers. "Maria flattened Shelby's big nips," Darla added.

"Yeah, before Samantha got to Maria," Kara added. Darla gently thumped Kara's boob, sending a little shockwave through it. Kara grimaced, but said nothing else.

"Hailey and Sydney were beat out next," Darla continued. "And I guess you saw the rest. I thought Maria was going to make it," Darla admitted. I nodded. The Brazilian certainly had the spunk, but ran into Samantha.

"I picked Tamera," Kara said proudly. I nodded in sincere agreement. She picked the right girl, and it wasn't an easy decision. The other girls had stacked up well, and I was very impressed with the competition, especially Maria and Samantha.

"She did; she backed the right Hooter's girl. I guess it takes one top-heavy bimbo to know another." Darla cackled. Kara flipped her off, which made Darla laugh even harder.

"Yeah well this bimbo is eating lunch for free next week…thank you very much." Kara retorted.

"Good thing you’re on a diet." Darla shot back.

"Bitch," Kara muttered.

"What was Tamera talking about at the end?" I asked. Darla snickered a bit, and Kara grinned awkwardly.

"Well, it looks like Tamera and Samantha made a wager," I added, hoping to goad the two girls into telling me something.

"Oh, they did," Kara nodded. "And Samantha's got a schedule to pay up now." Darla giggled again. I was growing slightly frustrated, but I think the two girls knew it. "There's a reason that Tamera made sure that Wednesday and that night on the weekends were free, Jon," Darla told me, turning to look.

"All I could get was that Tamera was doing her best to make sure Samantha's going to be doing a lot of cleaning. Probably nude. You heard her mention that she shouldn't start dating again? I don't think she's doing housekeeping. I think Tamera stole some of my ideas," Darla said proudly. Kara shook her head and then picked the explanation up from Darla. Darla cocked her head at Kara, "well."

"You know when Tamera made Samantha say she owned her?" Kara asked.

We all nodded.

"Well, those Wednesday and weekend nights are date nights, but Tamera will be picking Samantha's dates." Kara stated.

We watched Kara grin as she waited for our reactions then went on.

"Let’s just say that her dates will be from Tamera's neighborhood…and will be paid for." Kara giggled.

"No shit!" Darla screeched then laughed.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Yeah, Tamera's going to pimp Samantha out!" Kara excitedly exclaimed.

"For how long?" Darla asked between laughter.

Kara shrugged her shoulders.

"Fuck that’s a long way from making the bitch clean her house or wear some stupid costume." Darla stated.

"Yeah, Tamera hates Samantha too much for something like that so she wants to ruin her. I guess once word gets around Tamera's neighborhood that Samantha is a whore, she won’t be a threat to her anymore." Kara went on.

"Speaking of costumes, what about you Jon? Did you like Kara's costume tonight?"

"Yeah," I croaked.

"We could tell. You just kept watching her big boobies, didn't you?"

"Darla," Kara pleaded.

"If only you knew what was coming up. I've been teaching Kara a few things, you see. And while I enjoy everything I do to Kara," she said, highlighting the "to" and hefting Kara's breast again, "there are some things I want to do with Kara. Something that involves another couple of girls. Can you imagine that, Jon? Me and Kara against two girls?" Darla turned and peeked over the seat at me.

"He's so fucking hard," Darla laughed, sputtering. Kara joined in on the laughter, her big boobs jiggling on her chest.

"What do you mean by against?" I managed to ask over their laughter. Darla stopped laughing, slowly before turning back to me.

"Well, there are other contests women can have with each other, Jon. It's not like we always get together and push our tits together. Although I do that with Kara a lot." I noticed Darla's voice had gotten a bit softer. Kara hadn't said much.

"But that's all I'm going to tell you for now, Jon." I looked at her balefully. She pointed outside. We'd made it to my place. "Go upstairs and work that stiffness out," the redhead said, shooting another stare at my crotch. Kara giggled at the innuendo. I climbed out of the car and turned back.

"Thanks for the invite, E. I had a great time." Kara raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. Instead, she turned so I could see her hanging jugs head on. Darla grinned as she watched me stare. Kara even pushed her boobs up for me, grinning as I watched. I noticed her nipples were hard as she glanced at Darla. I gently closed the door, turned around, and walked around the driver's side, which was closer to the stairs up to my apartment. I heard a knocking from the car as I passed the driver's window. I looked down to see Kara's big jugs flattened against the glass. They spread out over the glass like dough, and while I can't imagine that it felt good for the brunette's big nipples to be pushed inward against the stiff, cool glass.

It certainly looked hot though, and I let my gaze linger for a while. Kara began pushing her tits to the left and right, dragging the flattened tips of her heavy jugs across the window. I felt my hand brush my crotch, and immediately heard laughter. Kara's tits fell away from the window and both Kara and Darla shook their fingers at me like schoolteachers. I flipped them both off, laughing as I waved and walked upstairs.