When She Was Sweet Sixteen
Things changed quite a lot in Piers and Fran’s household. After a longish career in her much loved sport of Titfighting, Fran retired from it in 2006 following a wrestling accident in which she broke a knee. In fact, this was an old injury which the wrestling injury had exacerbated, a fall off a motorbike in icy conditions many years before, had originally shattered the joint, and the doctor told her that she would have to lose weight and do floor exercises to strengthen the joint.
I guess that in the long term it was better for her health, but it was disappointing to see her breast cup size reduce to DD. A reduction of four or five cup sizes is an almost unbelievable fall, to my mind. But she slimmed down from 175 Lbs to 140 Lbs, by bicycling everywhere rather than driving, doing vigorous floor exercises morning and evening, and womanly weight training, though she did actually use the big bar with a collection of 15kg weights too.
To Piers’ eyes Fran became a shadow of herself, gradually reducing her 38HH cup breasts to 36DD. Naturally, as a big breast man, Piers preferred the latter 48-50 inch bust, but ultimately, it was none of his business. Fran is one of these women whose breasts are not all fat, the core of dense glands is a result of her genetic inheritance, like all of her female relatives stretching back for centuries; even when slim in body, her breasts are still relatively large and astonishingly firm on account of a very large amount of alveoli and nodules of milk producing glands, so they always remain pretty dense and firm to the touch.
This change in Fran, kids, and Piers illness put their marriage under some strain. But by Christmas 2009, Fran was missing Titfighting so much she was talking about doing it again, no, she did not think that 45 years was too old; she had become a lot fitter and stronger due to her floor exercises, weight lifting and bicycling, but happily for me, she began to put her fighting weight back on, swelling her boobs out to their natural proportions and restoring her familiar hourglass shape. She modified her keep-fit regime to exclude weight loss. But she continued training young horses, which is a tough job in itself, but she had to abandon her weight lifting because her huge bust was getting in the way!
Over the following year, Piers and Fran’s relationship wandered a bit. Piers had been casually dating busty lactating women over the Internet to try to correct the breakdown of Myelin via human breast milk, and much later, Fran began dating men online who took her fancy, she also was obliged to spend long months away from home with her work. Theirs became a pretty open relationship, but strangely, this did not lead to a cooling in their personal life, in fact, it resulted in it heating up, if anything!!! It heated up so much that Fran had a ferocious fight with Laura, one of Piers big-breasted lactating beauties, in their house who just would not get her claws out of him. Fran helped her with that in no uncertain terms! Suddenly, both she and Piers saw the advantage of Swinging, but they agreed that this was to be with purpose, and that purpose would be to recruit willing women to Titfighting.
By spring 2011, Fran was fit and ready at the age of a very young looking 47 to take up the mantle of Titfighting again, and she made this point very forcefully to busty Laura just 6 weeks ago. Fran has always looked youthful, at 47 she is frequently mistaken for being 27; and at 27 she was often told that she looked to be no more than 19. As before, Piers would arrange most of the matches. And what about Piers? Oh, don’t even ask; He has always looked older than his years. At 53 he looks like 73. He has even been mistaken for Fran’s father!
Well, anyway, they got to trawling the local dating pages around the Internet and it was not very difficult to find some willing women and girls to put their tits on the line, either in the interests of just dating or swinging, or indeed, for the £1,000.00 which Fran decided to offer the champion. The field narrowed a bit when we said that ideally we were looking for women with G to J cup breasts (so that Fran’s natural HH cup had plenty of scope). We got quite a number of middle aged swingers interested, made even more alluring when I told the men that they would be watching their wives Titfighting. Some 20 something’s with natural tits well over G cup were recruited, (young women today seem to be bigger boobed than even the generation before!) but we got predominantly middle aged women, between 40 and 56, with great big boobs, most big enough to swing like huge fleshy clubs.
The thing all these women have in common is that they want to titfight other women because they want to prove their boobs are better than their rivals, and would titfight to settle an argument for sure!! Some do titfight over men too, though most men being fought over never get to hear of these! Personally, I find that most women who have done their share of child bearing are more adventurous and willing to risk minor breast injuries in this invigorating sport. Apart from which, their breasts are more supple, swing more freely, and are easier to fight with. Fran was now in this category.
Fran’s eldest daughter, Morag, was now 17 years old and quite an independent young lady with a bust to rival her mothers (genes always show through), the age which, incidentally, Fran first began Titfighting, having been cat fighting out of necessity and self preservation since the age of 10 or 12 when her boobs suddenly sprouted and grew to give her a 42 inch bust, making some girls jealous. It was a rough school.
Alex was eight years old and very independently minded, he could not see what all this fuss of women slapping their milk bags together was all about. Fran had planned to continue to breast feed him until the age of eight, and he was happy to take some from her breasts two or three times a day. Fran had wanted to keep producing milk to keep her tits naturally big and plump, but they reduced to a DD when Alex reduced his intake. Well, now she was back in business, they were back to her natural HH cup size.
I offered to help make them bigger by helping her to re-lactate, part of which involves suckling her several times a day and we did begin this, but I was surprised, though I should not have been, to discover that one of her Internet boyfriends had already begun suckling her! Well, that was okay, I had begun dating a busty woman who wanted me to suckle her, which I did willingly. I asked her if she was interested in Titfighting, but she said no, and thought I was weird. Well, it’s not for everyone I suppose, especially as most women’s tits are at their most sensitive in a state of lactation. Then there was Laura! Dear mad Laura, who Fran had a ferocious fight with, now on remand for killing her husband. You should read her story. (A Problem Shared is a Problem Halved).
Come spring, we were not going to hang around, especially as some of the women we had contacted were keen to fight and bring their men along, as well, as a way of spicing up their sex life. There were twelve busty women who wanted to titfight on that sunny, very warm, Saturday morning 16th April and they began to arrive singly or in small groups. Fran had elected to fight the first woman, who was the same age as her, but equally busty to my eyes. The winner would go on and fight the next woman in the queue and so on until there was eventually a winner out of the whole troupe.
We half expected some women to drop out, there are always people who change their minds at the last minute, but we had invited four women along for the first day, with another four definite for the following day. The weather was so sunny and warm on that April day that we decided the fights would take place on the lawn in our secluded garden. Our house is located deep in the countryside, surrounded by fields more than a mile away from the nearest road, with little more than a small lane wending its way to our house. The garden is huge, mostly a lush green lawn of about an eight of an acre with huge flower beds around the perimeter, shrubberies gracing the perimeters and tall trees beyond that, shielding us from the outside world. There was also a wild flower meadow, when everything was in season, which in early spring, as now, they weren’t. But being overlooked by no one at all, our visitors were happy for the fights to go ahead.
My old girlfriend of 27 years ago, and Fran’s former Titfight partner throughout the late 1990’s, Carol, agreed to come and be our steward and look after our intrepid visitors once they had arrived and wanted to know where to get changed, eat, drink, etcetera comestibles we had supplied in generous proportions.
Nerys and her husband arrived first, both she and her diminutive husband, Ben, seemed very keen. They both went on about “how experienced Nerys was” and “what a fight Fran had let herself in for.” Nerys was a big brunette the same age as Fran, an inch taller, and with huge breasts to rival Fran’s HH cups, her body was heavier than Fran, she was curvy with a voluptuous hour glass figure, her enormous and well presented breasts being her best asset, looked firm, and barely bounced when she moved. She had a little more spare fat around her waist than Fran, (as most women do after bearing children) and also on her legs and arms, most of the fat being cellulite, but she was beautifully in proportion, her body was quite well defined and she would easily turn people’s heads. She had two grown up daughters and now that her responsibilities had ended, she wanted to have fun and be like the irresponsible teenager she had been.
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