A Tribute to Best Friend's Sister: Great Tits Never Get Old

Meeerry Christmas, ladies and gentlemen!

A 'BFS Holiday Special' seems to be have become something of a tradition by now, and this year is certainly making no exception to the rule. I've been working on a new Tribute story for almost 6 months now, and though it's still not quite finished, I am at long-last able to publish at least the first half of my new episode. The rest should follow fairly soon, and I'm hopeful that this chapter will be complete before the year is out. So the ETA for part B is roughly one week!

The events below take place on Sunday night, simultaneously with the latter part of BFS Tribute 14 (and also pretty much concurrently with Jon Grey's upcoming BFS 39).

Those who haven't already read the previous chapter, or would like to refresh their memory, can do so here:
A Tribute to Best Friend's Sister: Best Tits in Town

Please keep in mind that all characters are 18 years of age or older.


As always, your feedback and comments are highly appreciated!


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A Tribute to Best Friend's Sister: Great Tits Never Get Old

Part A


Upon returning to their apartment, Nikki'd had only a few minutes to tell Chrissy about her strange locker room encounter. Or ambush, she realized, looking back on it. Chrissy had been very intrigued by the teenager and her 'invitation', and had immediately agreed to help Nikki in rounding up a few friends who might be interested in coming along. The fact that Chrissy herself would be attending the highschoolers' slumber party went without saying - she was always up for a good fight.

Not that a bunch of snooty little bitches would be able to give her one.

On that note, the toned blonde did seem to be in rather high demand that Sunday: Chrissy's chat with Nikki had been interrupted by a call from Gloria, asking if the fitness girl would like to accompany her to a private 'doubles match' she'd just been challenged to by some out-of-town bimbos. Gloria's usual pick for a teammate, her sister Gina, was unfortunately out of action due to a prior titfight just one day earlier, and many of the sorority girl's other friends like Sabrina and Tanya had also suffered serious battle damage against the Hooters. She'd also tried Emma, who apparently had a tussle of her own booked for Wednesday and preferred to keep her rack fresh and bruise-free until then.

In short, Gloria had been quickly running out of options when she'd thought of Chrissy and her huge, firm orbs. The girls weren't particularly close, but hung around in the same circles, and had also fought against each other not that long ago. Which meant that Gloria was intimately familiar with the high quality of the gym rat's jugs.

Chrissy, true to her style, had jumped at the chance to give Gloria a hand in flattening some skanks, not even bothering to press the Beta O member for details regarding their opposition. Nikki's reaction to the news that there'd be no room for spectators had been less than pleased, but the buff blonde had managed to placate her girlfriend by pointing out that Gloria now owed her a favor. One that could be used to coax her into attending the high school girls' slumber party, scheduled for the following weekend...

The toned (and apparently also rather shrewd) blonde had been almost out the door when she'd remembered her own little rendevouz at the park. Chrissy had quickly let Nikki know that her old tennis partner Julie was already in town, before speeding off towards the coordinates Gloria had given her.


And now, less than half an hour later, Nikki was pulling up onto Sophie's (okay, her parents') driveway. Trees lined the gravel road on both sides, and led to an aging but clearly well maintained three-storey heritage house. A few hundred feet to its left, hidden by a tall hedge, were the stables, Nikki knew. She'd visited Julie quite often when she was younger, and had even gotten to try out riding on some of those occasions. It'd been an exciting experience to be sure, mounting a massive hunk of meat and feeling its strength and power between her thighs, yet still controlling the beast with measured squeezes of her own muscles...

No wonder Julie had grown up to love doing the same with her men, the redhead grinned to herself. She made her way to the front door and rang the bell. It didn't take long for Sophie's curvaceous if a bit stocky outline to appear on the other side of the stained glass.

The cute, brown-haired school girl welcomed Nikki with a warm hug, apologizing profusedly for having forgotten her phone at home and for consequently missing the redhead's calls and messages. To Nikki's disappointment, it turned out that Sophie's big sister was still out, probably busy catching up with her old pal Zoe over a cup of coffee or something. Julie should be back later on though, the brunette assured.

Realizing that she didn't really have anything better to do, Nikki decided to stay and wait. The tennis star followed her friend up the stairs to Sophie's room and proceeded to tell her all about her 'meeting' with Donna.


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Short distance away, another female was having a somewhat more... exciting time.

Patricia didn't usually like to have sex in a car - cramped spaces didn't really make finding a comfortable position easy, especially if you're in your late forties - but this time, she'd decided to make an exception. The blonde-haired cougar had spent her Sunday at a local wrestling event, watching sweaty, muscular collegiate athletes roll around the mat in snug singlets (hey, who didn't love that?), ultimately setting her sights on one particular 220-pounder who sported an impressive-looking bulge in his tights.

At first, Patricia had been worried that might indicate the hunk was batting for the other team, so to speak, but since all other evidence seemed to point in a different direction, she'd decided to take a risk.

And boy had it paid off.

She hadn't needed to stalk her prey very long at all, approaching him after the last match and offering a few quick compliments about his physique and strength. And discreetly touching his thick, sweaty arm, of course. The guy had quickly caught on and proceeded to feast his hungry gaze on her exposed cleavage, letting her know he was game.

Oh, he was game alright, Patricia grinned to herself.

Okay, more like screamed.

The mature, buxom blonde was currently sprawled on her back, yelling various words of encouragement at the well-endowed bull fucking her brains out. The handsome young wrestler was pumping his large organ in and out of her with dizzying speed, and stretching the cougar's pussy in a decidedly enjoyable way. Even more importantly, he'd been doing so for a while now, and showed no signs of letting up. Or even slowing down.

The first round hadn't lasted nearly as long, with Patricia draining the college student's man-meat in her signature cowgirl position. But even then he'd managed to make her cum twice before going off himself, quite possibly setting a new record as far as Patricia was concerned. She'd known right away that this one was worth hanging on to.

Now, good 30 minutes later, she was even more firmly convinced of this stud's long-term viability as a bed partner. Not only was he big, strong and had great stamina, but even his technique seemed impressive. Then again, he was a wrestler.

Patricia had been planning to meet up with one of her girl friends later that evening, but given the recent developments, she reckoned that could wait.

Really, how much longer could this hunk possibly last?


***


Back at Sophie's house, the brunette had recovered from her initial surprise. The girl quickly filled her friend in on what she knew about Donna, the mysterious teen in the locker room, and about her posse of groupies. As Nikki had expected, Donna appeared to be something of a celebrity among the city's highschoolers, being rich, pretty and more than a little stuck up. Not to mention mean and domineering. According to Sophie, Donna had a large following in her own school, along with a smaller inner circle made up of other wealthy or otherwise useful teens. She might've qualified as a 'popular girl' if it weren't for her less-than-amiable personality, which some (many) found off-putting.

And which apparently led to regular confrontations with other, real or wannabe queen bees.

"Hey wait, I've actually got a clip of one!" Sophie suddenly exclaimed, jumping up from the bed to grab her laptop. "One of Donna's friends uploaded it a couple weeks ago."

The brunette fumbled with her computer for a moment, starting to scroll through someone's profile as she sat down again. "I'm pretty sure the other girl's name was Monica - she used to be the captain of the cheerleading team in another school before she graduated last year, and apparently got mad over a prank Donna and her friends pulled on her little brother," Sophie explained absentmindedly, her eyes firmly on the screen.

"The girls in my class say he'd been trying to get Donna to go on a date with him - you know, sending Valentine's day cards, promposing in the hallway and all that jazz. Only she wasn't interested. And not very subtle about it. Like, at all."

Nikki, having become very curious by now, leaned forward to get a better view. She watched as Sophie moved from one update to the next, a wall of emojis, mirror selfies and mandatory duckface-pics rolling across the screen. Fucking teenagers, the redhead groaned silently, allowing herself a small, superior smirk.

"Oh yeah, got it! The video's behind a password, but..." the brunette grinned, clicking on a pop-up box and carefully typing 'titfight' into it. "...it's fairly easy to guess for those in the know."

The redhead snorted, rolling her eyes and exchanging a smile with Sophie.

"Anyhow, the actual fight portion is pretty short, and they never mention what Donna did to him exactly. It must've been bad, though, since Monica seems seriously pissed," the brunette muttered, handing her laptop to Nikki and scooting closer to watch the clip together with the tennis player.

Two half-topless girls appeared on the screen, each staring daggers at the other. The redhead watched them toss their shirts to the other teens present in the room (school gym by the looks of it), and suddenly noticed that most of the females were wearing cheerleading uniforms. Including Donna. The girl's skimpy skirt did little to conceal a pair of long, sleek legs, and the lack of a shirt provided an even less obstructed view of her slender torso. Donna looked to be wearing a white sports bra, while the other girl, a blonde, had a more intricate, coral red balconette on.

"You sure you wanna do this, Mo?" Nikki heard the sultry teen call out, her all-too-sugary tone failing to conceal the underlying malice. Which was probably Donna's intention. She flashed a quick, cocky grin at the camera before turning back to the older girl, stretching her neck and shoulders lazily. "I would've thought publicly humiliating one sibling was enough."

"Oh, it was, you conniving bitch. That's why I'll be the one doling out punishment today," the blonde growled, stepping closer and reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

This girl, Monica, was wearing a pair of faded jean shorts that accentuated her round, visibly toned posterior and thighs. She appeared to be of a bit thicker and curvier build than Donna, but obviously kept in shape. In terms of height the two were right on par with each other, and as Nikki continued to compare their physiques, it looked like their busts measured up pretty well, too. Monica's pair might've been just a tad bigger, the redhead decided, but the difference was half a cup at best. She finally brought her attention to the older girl's face, admiring how Monica's long, strawberry blonde curls cascaded down to her shoulders. If it wasn't for that murderous scowl she was wearing, the girl would've looked rather pretty.

Though not quite as pretty as Donna. While you couldn't really discern the girl's freckles from the screen, her cute face, rich caramel-toned skin and svelte, sporty-yet-feminine figure looked every bit as attractive on the video as they had when Nikki'd seen them in the locker room just a few hours earlier. The auburn-haired teen also had that same, annoyingly smug expression on her face while she watched Monica slowly slide her balconette bra off.

A chorus of high-pitched oohs, aahs and outright squeals greeted Monica's revelation, the audience of high school cheerleaders getting increasingly excited for was about to happen. The pair of breasts on display was certainly worth at least an approving nod or two, Nikki thought, the blonde's now-bared boobs having a full, nicely rounded shape and rather limited bounce. They didn't sag much either, though the word 'perky' would probably have gone too far. 'Ample' felt closer to the mark. To Nikki's eyes, the blonde seemed to have a reasonably solid-looking set of boobs, their supple, pleasantly round appearance reminding her of Amanda's meaty orbs. They looked about the same size, too, filling either a large C or maybe even a lower-end D cup.

Monica's dramatic sigh distracted the tennis player from any further observations.

"I'd heard you like to prance around the school with your puffed-up boobs stuck out, bragging about how awesome they are," the blonde called out loudly, glancing down at Donna's still clothed chest and letting her lips curl into a smirk. "But clearly I've been fed bad info. Those little bumps are barely enough to create cleavage. I've seen eigth-graders with racks more impressive than yours!" the girl in denim shorts laughed, shaking her head mockingly.

Nikki heard a couple girls snort at the jibe, but a sharp look from Donna quickly shut them up. The room was deathly quiet as the exotic-looking teen turned her gaze back to her rival.

"It's not their size you should be worried about," Donna replied lightly, though Nikki thought she could detect a touch of annoyance in the girl's voice. "Besides, it's probably not a good idea to throw stones from a glass house - if my 'bumps' get dwarfed by some junior girls, your own set can't be doing much better," she sneered, giving her opponent's bared orbs a condescending look.

"You're what, a 32D, tops? Not even that?" the brunette guessed, waving her hand dismissively. "I think your brother may have those outgunned."

Loud giggles followed Donna's counter-jab, and Nikki saw Monica grit her teeth at the brunette, looking furious.

"He's not really all that fat," Sophie muttered. "More like... burly? You know, a bit chubby but also strong-looking? He's on their football team, and I've been to a few matches," the girl explained, ignoring her friend's raised eyebrow.

In any case, reminding Monica of the reason they were facing off - her little brother - seemed to have done the trick. Nikki and Sophie watched the older girl lunge forward, grabbing Donna's top and proceeding to try to pull it up.

"What the fuck!?" the darker-skinned teen spat out in surprise, quickly catching Monica's wrists and attempting to shove her away. In the background, two cheerleaders also rushed forward to intervene.

"Enough chit-chat," Monica hissed angrily, "Get those ugly sacks out so I can flatten them!"

An enraged shriek suddenly blazed from the speakers. In person, the sound had apparently been loud and shrill enough to stop both of the cheerleaders in their tracks, and even Monica seemed startled. As Nikki peered closer, it looked like the blonde's forceful yanking had caused the thin fabric of Donna's top to rip at the hem.

Nikki glanced at Sophie, whose only response was a small shrug. They watched as Monica slowly released the garment, stepping back.

"You'll fucking pay for that, bitch," Donna promised, looking up from her damaged top with a snarl. "This was my favorite bra!"

"What, seriously?" the blonde chortled, regarding the white top with an equal amount of incredulity and amusement. "That plain old thing?"

"It's a designer sports bra, moron. I got it specially delived since they don't even sell 'em here!" the brunette growled, clenching her fists. "I don't really need to wear a bra most of the time, usually just for gym class and cheerleading practice, so yeah, it's my fucking favorite one. Or WAS until you fucking ruined it!"

With that, the fuming teen yanked her top off. She flung it in the blonde's direction, the older girl crouching slightly to dodge the torn garment. She froze in that position, too, the girl's eyes becoming glued to Donna's finally topless rack.

Though the video quality didn't allow for too many details (it'd most likely been shot with a phone, Nikki suspected), the brunette's boobs looked absolutely incredible. Each caramel-toned orb jutted out from the teen's chest like a piece of dusky rock, proud and unyielding, and - as far as the tennis player could see - entirely unaffected by gravity. Their shape was pretty much perfect, with maybe just a bit too much 'pointiness' for Nikki's liking. They weren't as conical as that Hooter girl Maria's 'torpedo tits' to be sure, but still had a noticeably pert appearance.

Ideal for spearing, as Nikki'd recently had the misfortune of finding out.

In terms of looks the teen's closest 'boob-twin' was probably Emma, the tennis star mused, but that girl's perky little Bs had to be giving up one full cup in size. As far as sheer volume was concerned, Donna's orbs looked much closer to Cassie's high-end Cs. Hardly 'bumps' like the blonde had mocked.

Nikki swallowed, already starting to doubt Monica's chances.

She, together with Sophie, watched as the two contestants faced each other, lining up their boobs nipple-to-nipple, but keeping about an inch of free space between them. Both were wearing identical looks of contempt on their faces.

The girls moved forward at the same time, smashing their cute, youthful breasts together with considerable force. Nikki couldn't help but wince as she saw the brunette's slightly smaller pair immediately push into her rival's full, round boobs, the flesh of Monica's obviously more pliant breasts parting for Donna's perkier set.

The older girl's face registered both shock and pain as another, very dense pair of boobs burrowed into her pride and joy, and the blonde let out a guttural groan.

Several whoops and hollers were heard as the crowd of cheerleaders reacted to the sight. Their teammate's firm jugs seemed to have visibly pierced her opponent's rack, spearing Monica's more plentiful mammaries and making them balloon around her own, undebiably majestic-looking boobs like two marshmallows.

"Fuck," Nikki muttered, remembering the sensation all too well, and feeling strong sympathy for the suddenly beleaguered blonde.

"Fuck indeed," Sophie agreed quietly. "I did warn you it was gonna be a short match."

On the screen, Monica's was staring at her impaled chest in astonishment, her mouth hanging open in a silent gasp.

Donna's face, on the other hand, featured a cruel, supremely satisfied grin. She rolled her shoulders slightly, allowing each of the blonde's displaced boobs to fill back out before forcing their flesh to compress again. Nikki stared at the scene in fascination, admiring how the brunette's pert tits seemed to sink into Monica's fuller, more pliant set in a slow rhythm.

"Mmm, so nice and soft", the exotic-looking teen breathed out in a sultry voice, closing her eyes for a moment and appearing to relish the feeling. "I could stab these weak, mushy udders all day!"

"Whaddya say, girls?" Donna called out in a more venomous tone, glancing at the crowd. "Should I wreck Mo's pathetic sacks for good? Fuck them into oblivion with my better set?"

"Hell yeah!" a black, athletic-looking girl called out from the audience. The cheerleaders appeared to have formed a loose ring around the two fighters, with the dark-skinned teen standing almost directly opposite to the camera. "Show Blondie what those jello-boobs are good for!"

"Sure thing, Chantelle," Nikki heard Donna cackle, watching with growing trepiditation as the lean brunette wrapped her arms around her rival's back.

Monica groaned as the teen's tight tits seemed to burrow even deeper into her own jugs, the blonde's ample, pale flesh pushing away to the sides and billowing around Donna's more compact set. The tennis player could see the older girl's breasts mushroom out severely, relinquishing more and more real estate to the aggressor's intimidatingly firm pair.


Looking back to her match against Maria some months earlier, Nikki couldn't help but recall how the latina's pointy set had invaded her own, plenty firm-enough jugs with similarly alarming impunity.

The redhead had of course gotten her tits dented by small, more tightly-packed pairs many times before (Sarah's pert rack quickly came to mind), and in her grind-tussle with Tiffany, the sorority girl's famously dense pair had ultimately displaced her own breasts as Tiff's orbs slowly but surely massaged the tennis player's resistance away. But the difference in firmness had always been limited, and Nikki's big, round jugs had at least been able to hold the opposition at bay for a while.

Even Tiff.

With Maria, everything had initally seemed to be going rather well, Nikki's boob-bashing and slamming keeping the Brazilian girl on the defensive. Yet the second their tits met each other more intimately, it'd been Nikki's bigger, fuller jugs that pushed out and withdrew, and Maria's perky teats that sunk in. Irresistibly. The ease with which her own orbs had simply oozed around the latina's pointy, unyielding breasts had been shocking to say the least, and almost caused Nikki to freeze up in panic.

That's what'd apparently happened to Monica on the video.


The tennis star could only look on as the blonde's orbs seemed to part like liquid, welcoming the opposing set of pert teats into their dense, supple cores. The older girl had buried her mouth into Donna's shoulder as the aggressive teen invaded her more and more malleable titflesh, forcing their chests together in an intimate yet obviously painful way.


In her own match against Maria, Nikki'd fared somewhat better. She'd kept fighting for one, quickly learning to avoid close-quarters contact at all costs and enjoying quite a bit of success pounding her opponent's rack from the sides with wild haymakers. Of course, Maria's insane firmness had proved too much for the redhead's jugs in the end: Having run out of steam and gotten herself trapped in a tight bearhug, Nikki'd had no choice but to wail in shock and dismay as her once-powerful boobs surrendered to the latina's superior rack, the Hooter girl's rock-hard cones impaling her own, yielding mammaries and pushing them around at will.

After that experience, Nikki'd been sure that no-one, absolutely no-one, could have boobs firmer than the latina's.

Maria's match against Cassie at the Beta Os vs Hooters tournament certainly hadn't changed her mind, the Brazilian's rock-hard cones appearing to dent even Cassie's perfect orbs and forcing the miffed sorority babe to employ some strategies that other, bigger and softer-titted girls normally used against HER.

And then, Nikki had met Donna.

Now, she didn't strictly speaking know if the school girl's rack was MORE dense than Maria's, but it definitely hadn't felt any LESS dense, either. What's more, Nikki was pretty sure that the teen on the screen was slightly bigger up top than Maria was, and could tell that Donna's orbs definitely looked rounder - and therefore less 'stabby' - than the latina's torpedo tits did. That meant that Donna's overall 'size to tissue-density' -ratio had to be pretty much insane.


Pulling her mind back to the present, Nikki suddenly noticed that both girls had stopped moving. She glanced at Sophie, who was wearing an amused smile on her face.

"Zoned out for a minute there, huh?" the cute brunette asked, laughing. "I didn't want you to miss all the action, so I hit pause. Mind you, it doesn't really get any better for Monica."

As the fight resumed, both girls saw Donna continue to work her rival's tits over. The teenager's pert orbs were pushing their way deeper and deeper into Monica's overwhelmed rack, with the gaggle of cheerleaders loudly egging their teammate on. Donna seemed to be ignoring their yells for the moment, too busy whispering something into the blonde's ear.

The older girl moaned, but started to twist in her opponent's embrace, apparently unwilling to give up.

"Ooh, so you DO have some in fight in you after all?" Donna asked sweetly, smirking at the struggling blonde.

"Too bad I can't say the same about these soft, useless pillows," she cackled, tightening her hold around the other girl. The teen's slender but visibly toned arms bulged a bit as she drew Monica in, not letting her escape the hug.

The blonde groaned as she felt her solid tits mushroom around Donna's. Nikki, along with everyone else, watched the svelte high school cheerleader pull her rival's full, round tits closer and closer, forcing the pale flesh to flatten and to billow around her own, perkier boobs. The look on Monica's face, as well as her constant grunts and gasps, made it clear that the sensation wasn't exactly pleasurable.

"Say it, bitch," Donna growled, her voice sounding a bit strained from the effort. "Your sacks aren't even in the same league as mine. The only thing they're good for is getting fucked - either by a cock, or by a better pair of tits."

Monica wailed as her breasts simply molded around the brunette's firmer set, the girl's ample titmeat spilling from the center out, completely speared. It was an intense sight, Nikki had to admit, and one that was made even more striking by the visual contrast between the strawberry-blonde's more curvy, pale form and Donna's dusky, light-brown complexion and slender figure.

"Aaaiieee, I give, I give!" the older girl shrieked, tears running down her cheeks as she begun to sob in earnest. Anyone could see that she was done, as were her tits.

"Please Donna, stop! My boobs are nothing compared to yours." Monica cried in pain and obvious humiliation. "I'm sorry I broke your bra, I'll get you a new one, I promise," she panted, sounding rather desperate. "Or take mine - yeah, take it, it's all yours! You can have all my bras if you want, just... please let me go. I surrender."

With a vicious but satisfied-looking smile, Donna finally released the blonde and pulled away. By doing so, she left the sore, reddened breasts of her rival on full display, allowing everyone to see just how much damage the teen had managed to inflict upon her victim. Monica's youthful breasts were no longer round and full, but rather loose and sagging, looking like they'd aged several decades in just a few minutes.

Grinning widely, Donna lined up her right boob with the blonde's left counterpart. As expected, Donna's pert, slightly conical breast pushed its way into her opponent's much softer teat, forcing the tenderized flesh to ooze and mold around its superior. Soon, the older girl's malleable, beaten breast had surrounded Donna's firm tit almost completely, giving up its last attempts at resistance, totally wiped out.

"Oh, fuck yeah, will you look at that," the exotic-looking teen gloated, proudly presenting the result to the cheering crowd.

"Those don't even look like boobs anymore, bitch," Donna sneered, turning her head to look at the dark-skinned girl who'd spoken up earlier. "What should we call 'em, Chantelle? Roadkill?"

The black cheerleader joined the team in laughter, but shook her head. "Nah, that sounds almost like a compliment. How 'bout..." she started carefully, trailing off before a smirk appeared on her plump lips. "...'squashed blubber'? That'd nail both the shape AND the contents."

Donna cackled at the suggestion, nodding slowly and empathically. "Not bad, not bad... I knew I'd been keeping you around for a reason." She flashed the black girl a quick smirk before turning to address her opponent once more. Monica had slouched down onto her knees, and was cradling her poor, beaten chest in her hands, crying softly.

"So, all your bras, you said? Hmm..." Donna hummed pensively. The blonde hiccuped, keeping her gaze on the ground. Even on the video, Nikki could make out the loser's puffy eyes and glistening, tear-covered cheeks.

"Ah, what the hell. Have your brother bring 'em to me tomorrow," the svelte teen sighed, her tone light and indifferent. "I doubt there'll be any good ones in the pile, but you never know... Besides, I can always donate the whole lot to the girls in junior high," Donna snickered, eliciting another round of giggles from the crowd. Monica's boastful words from before were still fresh in everyone's memory.

"You should've given up sooner, you know. Those floppy udders never stood a chance against mine, but I might've been tempted to let Don have a go at fucking them," the auburn-haired teen smirked. "I bet they'd have felt great around his big, hard cock - they sure felt amazing caressing my firmer tits."

The group of cheerleaders laughed raucously at that, and Donna decided to up the ante a bit.

"Still might, mind you, once those droopy things have had time to heal a bit. I know how much Don and his fraternity pals love fresh meat," the caramel-skinned girl taunted, grinning at Monica's horrified expression.

Tearing her eyes away from the screen, Nikki looked at Sophie inquisitively.

"Oh, Donna used to go out with this slightly older guy, college sophomore I think," Sophie explained quickly. "They've broken up since, and I hear she's now dating her school's star quarterback. Like the good, unimaginative little clich? she is..."

Nikki grinned at Sophie and bumped her shoulder into hers, sharing a short laugh with the brunette.

"I only know that 'cause she's spent the last week spamming pics of herself with that new muscle stud on her profile," the younger girl continued.

"I mean, he does look pretty hunky, no point denying that, but can't have more than three brain cells in his skull. The archtype of a neanderthal beefcake, if I ever saw one", Sophie chuckled.

"Then again, that's probably just the way Donna likes it. Dumb jocks are easy to manipulate."


***


Meanwhile, several miles away, Chrissy had arrived at the pizza parlor where she'd agreed to meet Gloria. Realizing she was a few minutes early, the blonde decided to grab a small milkshake while she waited for the sorority girl to show up.

As she sipped her drink through the straw, a dark-haired lady at a table near the windows caught Chrissy's attention. The woman, who was relatively well-endowed and looked about thirty or forty, seemed to be in the middle of leaving an irritated voice message to someone. Chrissy could hear her complaining how the other person should've been there 20 minutes ago, and after calling them some rather creative but entirely unprintable names, the woman promised to pay them back at a later date. Not on their next meeting, though, since the person would of course know to expect it, allowing them to postpone their own arrival accordingly.

Chrissy stifled a snort, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping on a private conversation. Well, monologue.

Luckily, Chrissy herself didn't have to hang around for long. The fitness girl spotted Gloria as she was approaching the pizza joint's glass entrance through the parking lot, the blonde's hips swaying in her usual strut. After exchancing quick greetings, the two sat down, with Gloria choosing not to get anything from the counter for herself.

"They should be here any minute anyway," she explained, leaning forward slightly and giving Chrissy a glimpse of her meaty cleavage. Gloria had opted for black jeans and a dark grey shirt with some generous neckline, and though she wasn't as busty as the blonde opposite her, the girl seemed to be filling out her top rather nicely.

"You'll get a better look in just minute, honey," Gloria murmured quietly, smirking at Chrissy's quilty look.

"Hey, I don't mind. I'd ogle at them, too - they're really nice tits," she teased the other blonde, lifting a conciliatory hand as Chrissy opened her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I know, yours are even better. But admit it Chrissy, just between us - you'd love to suckle on my big, meaty jugs. Wouldn't you?"

Chrissy's eyes drifted back down to Gloria's bust, studying the sorority girl's best assets closely for a moment before looking up again.

"Oh yeah," she breathed out huskily, sharing a grin with the other blonde. "I would. Almost as much as I'd like to feel them pancake against mine again."

Gloria gave her a mock pout, glancing around to make sure no one was listening in on them.

"Well, it's too bad we'll both be busy pummeling some second-tier skanks tonight, isn't it?" the sorority girl whispered, flashing Chrissy a predatory smile. "But I'll definitely keep my calendar open for a rematch sometime later," she promised.

"Dunno if you've heard, but I recently joined the rather exclusive 'I've flattened Tiff's big tits' club. It'd be an honor to tame your girls, too."


***


"Okay, well, you weren't lying," Nikki said after a while, leaning back and handing the laptop back to Sophie. "That was pretty brutal. Not to mention entirely one-sided. I take it this isn't the first time Donna has wrecked someone's tits in public, either?"

The brunette chuckled softly, accepting the device from Nikki and lowering it down to her lap. "Probably not... I mean, I don't have any other vids to show you, but my classmates say she's flattened a bunch of other girls before. Mostly at house parties and sleepovers, though. In her school, they apparently call her 'Donna the Domme', or 'Donna the Destroyer'," Sophie told the redhead as she began browsing the profile page again, obviously looking for something.

"I can understand why..." the tennis player muttered, glancing down at her bust, which had come into contact with Donna's (thankfully only for a brief moment) some hours earlier.

Just then, a very relevant question popped into Nikki's mind.

"Has anyone ever beaten her?"


***


Over at the pizza parlor, Chrissy and Gloria were still waiting for their opponents to arrive. The sorority blonde had just filled Chrissy in on what'd happened to Gina, her sister and usual go-to partner, and was now busy badmouthing the person responsible for the current situation.

"...she just can't help herself, always trying to fuck with other people's lives," Gloria fumed, crossing her arms above her bust with an irritated huff. "It was all her doing from the start, you know, setting Gina up to fight that lanky redhead. They both work at same the lingerie shop."

"Gawwd I want to flatten her again," the Beta O hissed, a hungry look in her eyes. "It felt so fucking good the first time; Tiff's big, stuck-up sacks just melting against mine, losing their resistance as they gave up the fight."

"Oh, you should've seen her face, Chrissy," the blonde murmured, slowly closing her eyes. "It was priceless. She could feel I'd broken her precious tits, that my firmer, better jugs were grinding hers out. Turning them into mush in front of the entire sorority. And there was nothing she could do about it."

Chrissy watched Gloria open her eyes and take a long, deep breath to steady herself.

"I'm gonna remember that moment till the day I fucking die," the blonde whispered, her low voice almost a moan by now. "The legendary 'Tits of Tiffany', flattened against her chest and molding around my stronger boobs."

Flushed and more than a little turned-on, Chrissy was suddenly very glad she'd chosen to wear such a sturdy bra today. Without it, the fitness babe was sure she'd be broadcasting some seriously engorged nipple development through her top.

She was struggling to come up with a suitable response when she noticed the girl opposite her suddenly straighten her posture and start to get up.


"Woah, you actually showed," someone with a loud, nasal voice called out, causing Chrissy to look over her shoulder.

She saw a tall, heavily-built woman with short and spiky hair make her way towards their table, shaking her head in mock astonishment. Behind her another, shorter and much skinnier-looking female followed. Both were dressed in black leather, giving off a strong rocker vibe.

"I was sure you'd bail out. Girls usually do, once they've seen who they're messing with," the big one drawled, eyeing Gloria with a confident smirk on her lips. "But I guess they do say something about blondes and brains not going together..."

"Good thing we're not fighting with our brains, then," Chrissy smirked, slowly standing up and turning to face the newcomers.

"Oh, shit."


***


To be continued...



(Part B will be posted below once it's ready)

(Edit: Chapter 15 is now complete!)

Augur!!!!!!!! You never let me down!!!!! You keep the tradition going!!!! What a chapter!!!!! Very ambitious I might add!!!! Two simultaneous plots in one chapter!!! That Donna seems interesting!!!! Would love to see how she navigates through the Cheerleading world especially with her rivals. I am also holding out hope for Tiff and a certain MILF to get together as well as another chp of TFA!!!! As always great work!!!!

Thanks,

Reddd

PS Now All We Need is Jon To Complete The Tradition With BFS 39

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Originally Posted by reddd

Augur!!!!!!!! You never let me down!!!!! You keep the tradition going!!!! What a chapter!!!!! Very ambitious I might add!!!! Two simultaneous plots in one chapter!!! That Donna seems interesting!!!! Would love to see how she navigates through the Cheerleading world especially with her rivals. I am also holding out hope for Tiff and a certain MILF to get together as well as another chp of TFA!!!! As always great work!!!!

Thanks,

Reddd

PS Now All We Need is Jon To Complete The Tradition With BFS 39

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Cheers, Reddd! I'm pretty far along with Part B, and with any luck will be able to post it soon. No progress on Titfight Academy, though, I'm afraid...

Regarding Donna and her posse, we might get to explore their neck of the woods in greater detail before the 'sleepover tournament'. But as to when I'll have the time to write that story... no idea. Better hope I win a few millions off lottery or something, 'cause in the meantime, my day-job keeps me way too busy!

Glad to hear you like chp 15 so far,
Augur

Hiya!

As usual, the story grew to be a little on the long side - yet somehow, I get the feeling you're not going to mind one bit, lol.

Tell me what you think!


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A Tribute to Best Friend's Sister: Great Tits Never Get Old

PART B



Back at Sophie's house:


Sophie considered Nikki's question for a moment, tapping her thigh carefully as she thought.

"Welll..." she started slowly, drawing out the ending. "There is this blonde gymnast called Holly, who's also supposed to have a really firm rack. I've never met her myself, or seen a picture of her boobs for that matter, so I can't really say for sure," Sophie shrugged with a small, apologetic smile.

"I do know that Holly goes to the same school as Donna, and is a pretty popular athlete there. Though considering the fact she does gymnastics, I doubt Holly's very big up top..." she trailed off, peering down at her own, much more substantial bosom and smirking slightly.

Nikki chuckled, waiting for the full-figured brunette to continue.

"Anyway, some of the girls in my class claim she managed to beat Donna earlier this year, but that Donna then challenged her to a rematch. And pummeled Holly's tight tits flat in the second fight. They say Donna even made Holly give her boyfriend a blowjob afterwards," Sophie said, her cheeks starting to grow a little warm. "And that she had to swallow the whole load."

Nikki let out a quiet whistle, obviously impressed with the highschoolers' stakes.

"I take it that was the older, college-age boyfriend, before this current beefy one?" she asked, and Sophie nodded.

"Yeah, apparently he'd always wanted to try out an eighteen-year-old gymnast," the brunette muttered, shifting uncomfortably. "So Donna decided to give him a little treat. Just a blowjob though, nothing more!"

Nikki rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything. She'd heard plenty of tales about Tiffany doing something similar with her own boob-conquests.

"Also, keep in mind that this could all be just a rumor, or at least an exaggerated version of what really happened. The girls do love to gossip," Sophie added quickly, sharing an abashed smile with the tennis player. "So take any 'information' coming from them with a grain of salt. In any case, as far as I know, no other girl has come even close to defeating Donna."

To the brunette's surprise, Nikki's lips curled into a wry, malicious smirk.

"Then I guess it's about time she met Chrissy."


***


"Fuck this, Frankie! I'm not going up against THAT!"

While the more brawny rocker-girl had disappointed Chrissy by masking her surprise rather well, her companion's poker face was much less impressive.

"She's built like a fucking tank! Just look at her! Why don't YOU fight the muscle-blonde, and leave the other one to me?"

"'Cause 'the other one' would squash you like a bug, that's why," Gloria snarled, stepping forward with her arms on her hips. "Your pal and I have some issues to work out, so I suggest you shut it and do as you're told. You're just the sidekick here, anyway."

"Watch it, bitch," the bigger woman - 'Frankie', apparently - warned with an ugly, mean-looking grin. "I might get impatient enough to work those issues out right here. With my fists."

"Oookay, settle down, girls," Chrissy finally butted in, grabbing Gloria by the arm and pulling her back a bit. "Let's not make a scene. Why don't we all just head out and continue this conversation on the way?"

The thicker, short-haired woman eyed her for a moment before nodding. "Fine. Let's go."

The rocker-chick began to turn around, but paused upon seeing her companion's face. The skinny woman, whose name was yet to be revealed to the blondes, was backing up with her hands in the air, shaking her head forcefully.

"Nope, no need to discuss anything. I'm out. See ya 'round."

The short-haired female groaned in exasperation, tilting her head and giving the other girl a hard look. But the thinner woman seemed resolute.

"I mean it, Frankie. I'm NOT gonna try my luck against her," she continued, pointing a finger at Chrissy and slowly walking backwards towards the door. "I've been to enough of these things to know when I'm in over my head. Find someone else to sacrifice."

With that, the thin rocker-babe turned on her heels and stalked off, leaving the room silent save for the sound of her metal boots hitting the floor.

"Huh. Guess you were right," Chrissy snorted after a while. "Some girls really do know when to quit."


***


On the edge of a small forest clearing, just off the main road, a red SUV had finally stopped rocking. Had someone happened to stumble upon it, they might've noticed the vehicle's windows were heavily fogged up. As if its occupants had been engaging in steamy, hot sex...

A mature blonde and her newest conquest - or, one might argue, a young man and his newest conquest - were currently struggling to steady their rapid, shaky breaths, having both just come down from a rather intense sexual high. The preceding bout of vigorous physical activity probably had something to do with their worn-out state as well. Each was laying partially on top of the other, their bodies forming one sweaty and thoroughly sated heap.

Patricia groaned softly, resting her still somewhat dizzy head on the boy wonder's beefy thigh. Oh, how she could kiss those well-muscled tree trunks! And the slightly smaller log between them, too. Her young lover had used all three with considerable skill and enthusiasm, and after spending some time to learn which angles, motions and speeds garnered the most interesting moans or mewls, had succeeded in bringing the seasoned cougar to a series of massive, earth-shattering orgasms.

Honestly, Patricia couldn't recall the last time she'd come that long and hard. In the final moments of their frenzied romp, the collegiate wrestler had pounded her from behind, squeezing and kneading her thick, luxuriously round ass as he set the howling mature (who by then had been climaxing more or less continuously for the past minute) off one last time. Patricia had cum so hard she'd been sure she was having a seizure. Fortunately, her pussy's clamping (or cramping) around that magnificent cock had been enough to drag the stud over the edge with her, and caused the young man to roar, groan and ultimately whimper as he spurted gallon after gallon of hot jizz into Patricia's spasming snatch. The buxom blonde couldn't hold back a moan as she relived the sight and the sensation, her boy toy's chiseled, handsome face contorting in undescribable pleasure as he filled her up with his seed, gasping her name before collapsing on top of her, totally spent.

As the two laid there together - sprawled on the back seat of her car -, basking in the afterglow of their mutual release, Patricia knew one thing. He was a keeper.

Now, if only she could remember what his name was... Nick? Maybe Nate? No matter, it'd come back to her soon enough. In the meantime, she'd just have to stick with nicknames. Like 'Man of Steel'. Or 'The Tamer'.

Chuckling softly, Patricia brought her hand to touch the guy's broad, hardened torso. He was more cut than most wrestlers she'd seen, and had visible muscle definition in both the abs and especially in the pectoral area. All of it was currently covered in a shiny layer of sweat they'd worked up, the cougar admired, which made him look all the more delectable. She caressed the boy wonder's chest gently, enjoying the feel of his steady heartbeat against her palm.

He grunted, causing Patricia to look up. The young man was slowly sliding his eyes open, but seemed to be still in his own world. A very happy, relaxed world, by the looks of things.

"Well, that was... wow," he managed, grinning lazily.

"Yes, it certainly was," the cougar purred in agreement, rubbing her thigh against her lover's sensitive, recently drained member and earning a pleased hiss.

"If I'd known you were so talented, I might've been tempted to jump you right there on the mat."

The handsome male smirked at Patricia as he reached out to cup each of her big, meaty jugs in his hands.

"Hmm, you definitely should, next time. I'd love to roll around with these," he murmured, jostling the mature woman's succulent teats carefully. "Would give the guys on the team something to talk about, too." The youngster watched in rapt attention how the ample, creamy flesh seemed to wobble and mold against his fingers, a hungry look taking over his face. Patricia moaned as her increasingly distracted lover began to knead her boobs in earnest, and leaned back.

"Your tits are fucking awesome," he whispered, running his thumbs over the blonde's stiffening nipples. "So big, so heavy... and they still feel almost as firm as Allison's," the beefy wrestler muttered in apparent fascination. Realizing he'd accidentally said that aloud instead of simply thinking it, the stud immediately shot his new bed partner a repentant look. To his relief, however, Patricia was smiling.

"Relax, Big Guy. I can tell that was intended as a compliment," she assured him, moving her hands over the boy-toy's and encouraging him to continue his 'inspection'.

"Is your girlfriend still in college as well?" the cougar purred, looking at her lover through her lashes and licking her lips seductively. She was going to make sure that not only would this bull keep coming for more, but that he'd come begging for more.

The young, well-built athlete cleared his throat awkwardly, looking a bit sheepish. "Ex-girlfriend, actually. But yeah, she's a freshman, one year below me," he admitted, his eyes being drawn irresistibly back towards the blonde's thick boobs. "And way smaller than you. These are just... incredible."

Patricia grinned widely, arching her back as she enjoyed her lover's ministrations, the awestruck college student having resumed his deep-tissue boob massage. She suddenly felt something poke her in the thigh, and looked down.

Holy fuck. The muscle stud was already at half mast again, and appeared to be growing harder by the second.

Patricia glanced at her watch, and let out a gasp. She should've met Steph over thirty minutes ago! Oh, this was not good - that woman did not like to be kept waiting, and, as everyone who'd crossed paths with her knew, always found a way to get back at you. Even Patricia, who prided herself on not being intimitated by any woman, was careful not to get on her bad side.

The blonde ignored her lover's curious look and reached out to grab her phone from the front seat. Shit. Three messages and one missed call.

Now, she could call Steph, apologize profusedly and try to get there as quickly as she could. Which would probably take closer to half an hour. At that point, she'd be an hour late, and her friend would be seriously pissed off anyway.

Or, she thought, looking at the long, thick piece of premium man-meat hovering barely two feet away from her face. She could just tell Steph that something major had come up, and that she'd explain everything later. And then hopefully manage to come up with a convincing-enough excuse later on. Well, knowing her friend, in this specific case the truth might work as well. At least with pics.

With one last glance towards her gorgeous, quickly stirring boy toy, the blonde made her choice.


***


'Frankie', the thick-bodied rocker girl was glaring at Chrissy, clearly not having appreciated the blonde's contribution to lightening the mood.

Their tense silence was broken by a sharp, melodic chirp coming from one of the other tables. Chrissy peered over her shoulder to see the brown-haired woman from earlier fish a phone out of her expensive-looking handbag. The woman fumbled with the device for a moment before sighing. Chrissy watched her raise an eyebrow and bring the phone closer to her face, appearing to peer at something.

"So... you got another friend on speed dial?" Gloria asked in a derisive voice, recapturing the fitness babe's attention. "One that isn't gonna go running home to mommy the second she lays her eyes on Chrissy?"

Before the heavyset girl could reply, Chrissy butted in with her own input. It was just too juicy to resist.

"What, you mean to ask does she know anyone dumb?"

"Screw you, both!" the rock-chick finally snapped, taking a step towards the blondes and raising her fists. "How 'bout I punch muscle bitch's teeth out, and then flat-"

"I'm sorry, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."

The statement sounded so ridiculous that even 'Frankie' had to pause, turning to stare at the brunette who'd been brave enough to walk up to them.

"I just couldn't help but overhear your conversation," the woman continued pleasantly, sounding remarkably calm and collected considering the situation.

"It seems to me that the three of you have a little problem. A problem I could easily help solve," she murmured, bringing her voice down in volume so that the other customers could no longer listen in. "You're missing the fourth woman, no?" the brunette asked, moving her gaze from one girl to the next and discreetly pulling back her silk cardigan. Underneath, she appeared to be wearing a rather snug, maroon-colored top that stretched across two obviously sizable globes.

To Chrissy, the woman's bosom looked at least as big as that Hooter girl Sydney's, possibly even larger, and she felt her eyebrows disappear into her hairline. Was the brunette seriously offering to take her on?

"Now, I realize you're probably more used to fighting against teens and twenty-somethings," the older woman carried on, letting her cardigan slide back into its usual position. "But I can guarantee you that these," she glanced down at her bust, "are well worth your time." The brunette's eyes settled on Chrissy's, and both regarded each other for a moment.

If she had to take a guess, Chrissy would've said the woman was likely in her late thirties, maybe even early forties, yet appeared to be sporting a fairly attractive, shapely figure. She had long, curly hair and richly tanned skin - almost olive-toned, if the restaurant's lighting wasn't playing any tricks. Perhaps a sign of hispanic or mediterranean ancestry? The woman was also rather blessed in the chest area, though with all the clothing, it was difficult to tell if her rack was quite in Chrissy's league.

In terms of volume, obviously. Overall, the brunette's jugs were certain to have much more sag and bounce than the gym rat's huge, firm breasts did.

Still, the proposal did sound interesting. She'd never flattened a milf before.


***


Meanwhile, Nikki and Sophie were lounging on the school girl's cushy, queen-sized bed, staring at the ceiling as they discussed the battle plan for Saturday. Namely who to bring along.

"With me, Chrissy and Gloria we'll have three," Nikki murmured, counting the intended 'team composition' with her fingers, "But it'd probably be a good idea to find at least a couple more girls, just to be safe."

"What about me? I can fight," Sophie pointed out helpfully, craning her neck so she could look at the tennis player.

"Sorry Soph, but that's a no-go," Nikki replied, making a face. "You're still in high school, so you'd fit better in Donna's posse. She specifically asked for college girls. Which means that Zoe's out of the question as well," the redhead sighed.

"Chrissy can always try Cassie and Amanda of course, and I suspect Loni might be interested in coming along," Nikki mused, appearing to think aloud. "At least once she hears who the opposition's gonna be. You saw her with that Hooter girl Hailey, right?" she snickered, getting an affirmative hum from the brunette.

"Hey, do you know if Willa's available?" Nikki asked suddenly, her expression brightening.

Sophie shook her head, and caused tennis player's smile to fade as quickly as it'd appeared. "'Fraid not. She's supposed to be visiting some out-of-town relatives next weekend."

"Dammit... Guess I'll have to swallow my pride and ask Connie, then," Nikki grumbled, moving her hand to smooth out a crease in her shirt. "She just can't stop rubbing her victory in every time we meet," the redhead complained with a huff.

Sophie chuckled and slapped her friend's arm playfully. "Don't be such a wimp, Ginger. You don't see me whining about-"

A beeping sound broke the brunette's train of thought, and Nikki watched her friend lean over to grab her phone from the table. Sophie's sharp intake of breath immediately piqued the tennis player's curiousity.

"What?" she asked, raising herself up onto her elbows.

"It's... from Julie. But..." the brunette stammered, staring at her phone for a few more seconds before handing it to Nikki.

The redhead gasped. A zoomed-in profile shot of two females filled the small screen, and Nikki immediately recognized them both. Zoe's pert, dusky breasts were pressed against Julie's larger and fuller boobs, digging deep into the blonde's set and visibly displacing her ample flesh, which appeared to mold freely around the Asian woman's invading pair.

Beneath the picture, Nikki noticed a short message. She scrolled down.

[Hope you won't mind ?f I keep your big sis for the night. She's gonna be busy servicing me and my bf like the good little slut she is. Love, Zoe]

Oooooh fuck.


***


Though the girls had originally intended to rent a motel room, the brown-haired woman - Stephanie, she'd introduced herself - had been gracious enough to offer them the use of her apartment. It was located only a few blocks from the pizza parlor, and proved to be quite spacious.

"Woah, a penthouse no less. This place must've cost a fortune," Gloria muttered as the quartet made their way into Stephanie's tastefully decorated living room. It had windows on two walls, one of which appeared to also feature a small terrace overlooking the park. Chrissy could only nod in assent, and noticed that even 'Frankie' (short for Francine, it turned out) looked somewhat taken aback. The milf wasn't just stacked - she was also loaded.

"What do you do for a living, anyway?" Gloria asked in a more audible voice, curiosity getting the better of her as she turned towards their hostess. "I'm starting to wonder if I should consider switching majors..."

The mature brunette let out a short laugh, smiling at the sorority girl. "Corporate law. And yes, but only if you have the aptitude for it. Long days, high pay." She glanced at Francine, and, appearing to note the thickset girl's impatient facial expression, gestured her towards the luxurious-looking Persian rug in the middle of the room.

"If I'm not mistaken, it sounded like you might want to go first?" Stephanie intoned in that calm and confident, almost imperious tone. The rocker-babe grunted, flashing her a toothy grin.

"You got that right, lady," Francine replied gruffly, crouching slightly as she started to take her boots off. "What?" the short-haired girl barked, looking up at Chrissy and Gloria's curious faces. "She's a fucking lawyer. You don't think she'd bill me for every bit of dirt I get on her precious carpet? I'll rather fight in my socks, thank you very much."

Chrissy chuckled, and after sharing a look with her friend, helped Gloria keep her balance as she, too, began to remove her shoes. From the corner of her eye, the fitness babe could see Stephanie's amused smile. The mature woman slowly made her way to a low-backed armchair, proceeding to kick her heels off as she sat down.

Ah what the hell, Chrissy thought, shrugging. She followed the others' example, hopping on the couch closest to the mat and prying her own shoes off as well. Since Francine was preparing for the match right in front of her, Chrissy took the opportunity to check the rocker-girl out.

Even though she was otherwise somewhat thick and big-boned, Francine didn't seem particularly busty. That didn't mean her boobs were small, of course, just that they weren't too large in relation to the rest of her fleshy frame. While Chrissy knew that some people referred to that type of physique as 'curvaceous', in her own opinion, a more accurate description would've been 'sturdy'. Not fat, not fit, not skinny. Not too stacked, leggy or bootatious. Just... sturdy.

The older, dark brown -haired woman sitting to her right, on the other hand, looked both slimmer and more chesty in comparison. It was easy to see that Stephanie took good care of herself, and to be completely honest, had a nicer body as a result. Not bad, considering the fact that Francine seemed about the same age as Chrissy and Gloria. The mature beauty seemed to have sensed Chrissy's gaze and looked up. Their eyes met, and Stephanie's lips curled into a self-assured smirk. The milf quickly pushed her already pronounced bust out a bit, obviously inviting the busty, muscular girl to take a good look. Chrissy replied in kind, and both spent a few moments showing off their clothed assets from their seats.

For an old broad, the brunette sure seemed cocky.

The fitness girl suddenly noticed that the first pair of combatants were assuming their positions on the rug, and leaned back. Gloria had tied her wavy, golden blonde hair back to keep it out of the way (and possibly to make it harder for her tough-girl opponent to yank on it), and appeared to be stretching and twisting her torso from side to side as she warmed up for the fight. Francine hadn't really needed to do anything to her short, spiky hair. Looking closely, Chrissy could spot some pink and bright orange highlights in there, but for the most part, the rocker-girl's color of choice was - as with her leather pants and jacket - black.

Gloria peeled off her shirt first, slowly lifting the grey garment over her head and discarding it on the floor. Underneath, she wore a comfy-looking pale blue lace bralette that beautifully showcased the blonde's ample D-cup jugs. The top's fabric looked rather thin and stretchy, and Chrissy made a mental note to ask Gloria where she'd gotten it. A similar bra would look great on Nikki.

Or wait - so would that very same piece of lingerie, Chrissy smirked to herself, noting the girls' pretty much identical size. Maybe she should challenge Gloria for it later on?

"Aww, so cute," Francine cooed, giving the sorority girl a mock-fawning smile as she started to remove her own top. "I bet you've got matching panties, too."

Gloria chortled, glancing towards Chrissy and Stephanie and giving them a meaningful look. "See? Big, fat, short-haired... of course she's a dyke." The sorority blonde ignored Francine's spluttered objection, striking a seductive pose.

"Want me to slide these jeans off, do you?" she asked the thicker girl in a low, husky voice, pursing her lips dramatically. "Patience, Frankie, patience. You can lick my clit as long and hard as you'd like once I've flattened you."

"Keep dreaming, princess," the bigger-boned woman growled, chucking her leather jacket on the couch, only narrowly missing Chrissy. "You'll be the only one eating muff tonight. Unless your friend wants to join in, that is. She looks like a girl who knows her way 'round a pussy, and I for one would love to test if her tongue's as muscular as the rest of her."

Stephanie grinned from her armchair, humming in obvious agreement with Francine's sentiment, while Chrissy promptly flipped the thick-bodied girl off. Unfortunately, the fitness babe's international hand gesture seemed to go to waste, since Francine had already grabbed the hem of her tank-top and was busy pulling it over her head. Like Gloria, the rock-chick had chosen to wear a bra, only hers was of much sturdier and plainer material; a regular, matte-red design.

Francine appeared to have a bit of a gut, and some flab at the sides. Together with her low-rise leather pants, that excess padding created a visible 'muffin-top'. As she moved around, Francine's meaty arms and thighs also seemed to jiggle slightly. Still, Chrissy could tell that there was some muscle hiding underneath, too, and while you certainly wouldn't call her fit or athletic-looking, Francine didn't look like a slob, either. She was the kind of girl who probably excercised by wrestling against her brothers behind the barn, or - as was more likely in this case - by roughing up people during a bar fight.

That impression was further enhanced by a spatter of colorful tattoos on the woman's thick upper arms and back. Chrissy guessed Francine to be just a hint taller than her, and therefore about even with Gloria. She also had to outweigh her slimmer, more toned opponent by good twenty or thirty pounds. And the fitness babe herself by maybe ten? In her mind, Chrissy was confident she'd be able to take Francine at arm wrestling or titfighting, but was more hesitant to say the same about an all-out brawl. This rock-chick looked pretty mean.

"Let's get this over with, bitch," Francine grunted, opening the clasp of her bra and whipping it off without further ceremony. The girl's large, heavy boobs fell down with a soft thud and wobbled on her chest for a moment, their skin pale and smooth. She bounced her breasts once before starting to squeeze and jostle the obviously thick titmeat with her fingers.

Chrissy turned to watch as Gloria pulled at the hem of her own bralette, the motion making the blonde's already sizable breasts seem even larger as they escaped from the confines of the restrictive garment. Gloria's boobs dropped with a small bounce, shaking and jiggling enticingly. The sorority babe pursed her lips saucily and began to rub her big, round tits, gently massaging the tanned flesh in her hands.

"Pretty nice, right?" she asked with a smirk. Francine mirrored her expression, though the latter's face ended up looking more menacing than sexy.

"Oh yeah, those puffed-up pillows are gonna look awesome wrapped around my stronger jugs," the thickset woman hissed as she began to stalk closer. "Destroying barbie dolls like you is what I do best. Bet you'll you cry when my twins pin your precious boobs against your chest and grind them to mush."

Gloria snorted, placing her hands on her hips and pushing her impressive bust further out. "Good luck with that, Frankie. These puppies have flattened girls with way nicer racks than yours."

Now that Francine and Gloria were facing off in close proximity to one another, Chrissy decided to study their physiques in more detail. First, there was no discernible height differential between the tanned blonde and her paler, shorter-haired opponent. The competitors' busts also looked to be almost exactly the same size, with Francine perhaps having a tiny edge over her opponent in that area. Because of their dissimilar builds - the rocker-girl having a decidedly thicker, heavier frame - Gloria of course looked more busty, and sported more of an hourglass figure. The blonde's breasts also seemed to sit slightly higher on her chest than Francine's, and may have had just a bit rounder, fuller shape. In short, to Chrissy's eyes, the visual comparison appeared to favor the lean, toned sorority girl.

But not by much. It was easy to understand why Francine would be so proud of her own, meaty jugs, and so eager to pit them against another rack. She was likely one of the better fighters in her town.

Then again, so was Gloria.

"Ready to start, sweet-cheecks?" the blonde asked with a wry grin. "Or would you like to stare at my gorgeous big boobs a while longer?"

Not giving her opponent time to reply, she brought her breasts forward, gently brushing them against Francine's equally naked bosom. The more robust female met her challenge, shoving back. Chrissy watched their large, meaty racks strain together, rolling against each other and pushing in slightly. So far, the contrast between the blonde's tanned and Francine's lighter, paler skin tone was the most significant difference, as neither pair of breasts seemed to be yielding to the other. Of course, there wasn't that much pressure to cause them to re-shape just yet, either.

"Hmm, big, round and firm," Francine noted gruffly. "Your boobs are gonna make a fine addition to my collection, blondie."

She pushed her jugs into Gloria's a bit harder now, knocking the sorority girl back a step. That space provided both with an opportunity to gain some momentum, and the next jab had more power behind it. Both sets of supple breasts bounced off each other at the point of impact with a delicious thud. Francine's greated body mass once again caused Gloria to recoil backwards slightly, and the blonde grabbed her opponent by the waist to steady herself.

"What, my mean titties too much for you already?" the rock-chick grinned, bumping her chest into Gloria's again. "I love crushing little bitches like you. So weak and mushy."

Gloria snorted, launching a quick tit-jab of her own. "Hah, funny you should mention 'mushy'. Those saggy boobs could use a little more flab to puff them up, but luckily for you, there's plenty to borrow from down here," she mocked. Chrissy glanced lower to Francine's hips, where the blonde was resting her hands, and saw Gloria give her opponent's pronounced 'love-handles' a squeeze. The tough-girl grunted, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

"Maybe I'll donate some to you," she hissed, pressing her rack against the blonde's and causing both firm, young sets to displace slightly. "Your sacks will soon need all the extra filling they can get. I'm gonna enjoy pounding them flat with my better boobs!" the short-haired woman promised, shoving her opponent away and then lunging at her.

Francine's attempted ramming attack was countered as Gloria jumped to the side, deftly side-stepping the charge. The sorority girl - as Chrissy had learned in her own tussle with Gloria - was both fast and agile; a 'smart' titfighter rather than a brute simply relying on strength.

Gloria waited for her opponent to turn, before slamming her solid breasts into Francine's waiting pair. The spiky-haired rocker chick grunted, and as she stepped forward to grab Gloria's shoulders, the blonde leaned down and shot up, demonstrating her considerable experience. The uppercut slammed almost perfectly into Francine's rack, and elicited a loud groan from the thicker woman as she felt her heavy jugs wobble and fold. Gloria wasted no time in grabbing her rival's arms, and before Francine's breasts had stopped shaking, started to pull the bigger woman towards her.

Francine cursed, twisting as she tried to wrench the blonde's limbs away from hers, but Gloria was having none of it. She tightened her grip on the surprised tough-girl before bringing her firm tits around from the left. Francine, obviously too preoccupied with getting her arms free, didn't move in time to evade the blow. Gloria had swung her jugs from the left, slamming her right breast into the rocker-chick's right boob. Francine's hefty teats slammed together, and the grinning blonde ensured that her follow-through carried both of her breasts over Francine's, forcing them to shift and shake on the sturdy woman's chest.

Rather than swing back as Chrissy would've thought, Gloria brought her breasts over again, pushing and grinding against her rival's quickly reddening tits. Francine grunted while their big, meaty jugs compressed together, the sorority girl's slightly more rounded set appearing to gain some purchase against her heavier-looking mammaries. The rock-chick's face, however, registered annoyance rather and pain or worry.

"That all you got, Barbie?" she hissed, baring her teeth at the blonde in what looked like poor attempt at a grin. "You may have nice tits, but you can't box for shit. Here, I'll show you how it's done."

Francine pulled back and slammed her naked bust forward, ramming Gloria with full force. Both pairs of breasts splashed out noticeably, wobbling from the impact. Chrissy spent a moment drinking in all the ripples of dense, abundant titflesh swimming across their chests. Gloria winced at the uncomfortable feeling, her own boobs getting pushed in for a change, but refused to back down.

"Not bad," the blonde replied with a grunt, glancing down at her still-quivering teats. "But not good enough, either. Watch and learn." She pushed herself off of her opponent's arms, before quickly jumping back in.

Since Gloria was still controlling the tough-girl's limbs to some extent, she was able to put more power behind her own slam. Chrissy could see Francine's large mammaries flatten and balloon outward for a moment, and the rocker-chick gurgled at the sensation of Gloria's heavy boobs displacing hers so violently. The thicker woman's vocal reaction didn't seem to sate Gloria's thirst, however, as the latter leaned back again, presumably to land her jugs on top of her rival's pair in a crushing blow.

While not striking Chrissy as a particularly skilled titfighter, Francine was clearly accustomed to taking hits - and to shrugging them off. Maybe she really did spend her nights brawling in bars? In any case, the more heavily-built woman was able to work through the pain and swing her tits from below, catching Gloria's incoming set in mid-flight. The heavy impact took the Beta O completely by surprise, and sent her big knockers waving all over her chest. Francine made use of her rival's momentary stillness and shoved Gloria away, freeing her fleshy arms from the blonde's grip at last.

"How'd you like that, bitch? Finally meet your high standards?" Francine sneered, thrusting her tits forward as hard as she could. "Here, have some more!"

Gloria's tits took the second blow straight on, and Chrissy watched the blonde's firm, round breasts flatten, that dense flesh compressing and spreading out to the sides. They filled back out the moment Francine pulled away, however, regaining their shape with a supple, youthful bounce. In Chrissy's own match against the sorority girl, Gloria's tits had certainly proved themselves to be powerful adversaries, and given her own, much bigger rack plenty of trouble. In the initial boob-grind, she had to grudgingly admit, Gloria's set had actually seemed to match hers shove-for-shove. Definitely a pair of high-quality knockers.

Gloria met Francine for the third ramming-attack, and this time, both sets of big, meaty mammaries barreled towards each other in a titanic blow. Chrissy couldn't prevent an instinctive flinch as she saw and heard the fleshy smack. Neither female was willing to back off, instead choosing to slam their sore teats forward yet again. The sound of another collision echoed around the room, and the fitness babe watched Gloria shift to her left after the contact was made, with her opponent mirroring the move. Both women then swung hard, their large, sweaty bosoms meeting in yet another thunderous blow.

The boob-bashing contest went on for a while, with each woman appearing happy to continue slamming their big, meaty jugs against the opposing set. Chrissy eventually lost count of the number of individual attacks, but reckoned it had to be in the dozens. Both racks had reddened impressively, and were surely becoming pretty sore as well.

The gym rat saw Francine begin to pull back, no doubt readying herself for the next slam, but Gloria demonstrated her edge in agility by leaning away, and narrowly dodged the blow. Chrissy watched the rocker-chick's momentum carry her forward, and raised an appreciative eyebrow as Gloria suddenly dived back in, grabbing her rival's thick arms. The sorority blonde instantly rammed her jugs into Francine's, almost faster than even Chrissy could see.

"Fuuccckkkk!"

Francine cursed as her boobs spilled around Gloria's dense breasts, a deep, pained groan escaping the tattooed girl's lips. Gloria's face was a mask of steely determination now, and the blonde looked down to see her foe's large, fleshy teats starting to open up for her own. Both pairs had obviously been weakened by the constant battering, but either Gloria's aim had been more precise than Francine's, or her tits simply were stronger and firmer, since they now seemed to be taking over the space between them.

The tough-looking rocker babe was grunting and groaning as Gloria sought to work her boobs further in, rubbing and grinding them against Francine's loosening teats. The thicker-bodied woman did her best to get away, pulling at Gloria's arms and trying to shove her off, but the blonde growled, her lean muscles straining against the escape attempt. While both fighters were the same height, Francine looked quite a bit heavier and stronger than her opponent, and it was therefore impressive to see the Beta O continue to keep the struggling tough-girl in her embrace.

Gloria's toned limbs were shaking with the effort, but she managed to lift her torso and place her big, heavy boobs on top of Francine's set. She ground her orbs into the softening pair below, eliciting a tired groan from her sweaty and red-faced opponent. As brawny as this rocker-chick might look on the surface, Chrissy realized, she clearly didn't have much in the way of conditioning.

Gloria seemed to have picked up her rival's exhaustion as well.

"What's the matter, Big Girl?" she hissed, sounding slightly out of breath, but clearly doing much better than Francine. "You running out of steam already? Just like these soft, saggy tits?" Gloria asked, smiling even through the strain. "Would you like me to put them to sleep for you?"

"Screw... you... bitch," The thick, short-haired woman panted, her words coming out between gulps for air. Francine's arms were starting to quiver as she sought to create some separation for her tenderized chest.

"I'm gonna... fuck you up... so bad you're-" the short-haired girl huffed and puffed, her face glowing hot with both embarrassment and exertion.

"Not with that kind of staying power, you're not," Gloria cut the badly winded tough-girl off. "Might wanna work more on your cardio in the future. Or grow a new pair of tits. 'Cause these are just about done."

Chrissy could see the rock-chick's rubbery limbs tremble more and more noticeably as they struggled against the sorority babe's slimmer counterparts. Even if they should've been able to overpower Gloria at the start of the fight, that clearly wasn't the case now. The busty blonde was slowly but surely pulling her fatigued rival in, both females gasping and grunting in unison.

A breathless groan marked the moment Francine's muscles finally lost the fight, her strength and stamina all used up, and Chrissy stared in rapt attention as two sore, glistening sets of breasts mashed together. Gloria quickly slid her meaty tits atop Francine's, pressing them downward. The thicker woman cursed and panted as the sorority babe shook, pushed and ground her big, round tits into her tenderized rack from above. Chrissy could see Francine's flesh jiggle and mold beneath the dominant set, watching Gloria's systematic destruction of the tough-girl in stunned arousal. The heavyset female was still fighting, but her fading efforts seemed increasigly weak and demoralized.

"There. I've finished you off, Frankie," Gloria said, her tone hard and assertive. "My big, firm breasts have broken your flabby sacks." There was a raw, intense fire in the blonde's eyes, and Chrissy stifled a moan. Gloria looked so hot she was bossy. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have her on top for a b-

No. Don't go there, Chrissy.

"They can still flatten you, bitch," Francine spat, trying to wrench herself free from the blonde's embrace. Gloria rolled her eyes and thrusted down. Hard. Francine groaned as her loosened flesh compressed visibly, yielding to her rival's thick, meaty boobs and stretching in an obviously painful way.

"Surrender, Frankie, before I ruin your tits for good," Gloria threatened, a new, sharper edge appearing in her voice. "My sorority's number two thought she could hold out, you know. I flattened her tits so bad she broke down in sobs."

"Bite me, barbie," the thickset woman grimaced, grunting and panting in the blonde's arms.

Gloria's smile reminded Chrissy of a hyena. "That can be arranged. I do like the idea of signing my handiwork."

The stony mask on Francine's face seemed to falter for a second, and Chrissy watched the sorority girl slide her large, heavy boobs down until their sets met nipple to nipple.

"So, how's it gonna be, Frankie?" Gloria asked, loosening her grip slightly. "Give up now, or get your sacks mangled into an even worse mess?"

The sturdy woman's eyes flashed, and Chrissy saw her actually lean back, readying herself for a strike.

"Dumb move," Gloria sighed, slamming forward. Francine's boobs caved in, flattening from the force of the blow and seeming to almost melt around Gloria's superior tits. The tattooed woman wailed as she felt her boobs spread out, their once-firm flesh pancaking against her ribcage. Chrissy watched Gloria give her torso a little shake, catching a ghost of a smile on the sorority girl's face as Francine's overwhelmed tits shook, loose and soft. Gloria pulled her tits down, then lifted up, letting the bigger woman's now somewhat droopy breasts flow around her own, rounder and fuller boobs. She gathered Francine's left teat between her impressive jugs and squeezed, forcing the tender, malleable flesh to mold around her meaty breasts.

"Ahhhh fuck, okay, okay!" Francine groaned. "You have better tits than I do, barbie. Your big, firm wrecking-ball jugs destroyed my weaker set. Now will you just stop crushing my boob, I give!"

Gloria released the rock-chick's left jug and watched, smirking, as it flopped against Francine's chest, wobbling loosely. Rather than flatten it, she slowly pushed the same beaten left boob up with her own tit, then bounced it, making the soft, distorted flesh of Francine's wilting sack jiggle and shake over her own jug. She repeated the action with the right breast of her opponent before pulling back. Francine immediately cupped her breasts, her face torn between humiliation and impotent rage.

"Uh-uh," Gloria tutted, swatting the thicker woman's hands away and gently cradling the pulverized flesh in her own palms. The sorority girl shook Francine's soft, saggy breasts carefully, snickering as she watched them shake and wobble freely.

"Mmm, so tender and juicy. I love making tit-mush," Gloria gloated, bouncing the beaten mammaries in her hands and admiring how their flesh seemed to roll and wave over her nimble fingers. "What happened to these udders, Frankie?" she asked with a cruel smile.

Francine stood still as the blonde groped her rack, gritting her teeth. "Your firmer breasts turned them into jello," the rocker girl said gruffly, apparently eager to get this over with as quickly as possible. "My weak, flaccid tits got their asses kicked by your prettier set, Gloria. You pounded my boobs flat, just like you said you would."

"That's right, Big Girl," Gloria said, giving the short-haired female a grin as she released her teats, letting them droop and slide down with a wet 'slap'. "You thought you could take me, that your limp sacks could challenge my perfect, firm tits."

"But you were wrong, Frankie. My boobs are better than yours. I'm better than you."

The sorority blonde aimed carefully, pushing her rack straight into Francine's. Chrissy grunted and watched the rocker-chick's formerly powerful breasts flatten from center out, spreading over her chest like a puddle of boob. Gloria's smile was wide and predatory as she saw her tattooed rival's boobs surrender to her own, clearly loving the dominance she'd managed to establish over the agressive, tough-looking woman.

Chrissy's breath hitched for a second, and she could feel her already damp panties growing even more sticky and moist. Fuck, she really needed to get a grip on herself.

The thickset girl groaned, slinking back and scooping up her loose, ruined teats into her hands.

"Shit, you fucking killed them," Francine whined quietly, trying to rub and knead the liquefied flesh back to life.

Gloria chortled, flashing a proud, somewhat impish smirk at her small but decidedly flustered-looking audience.

"Well, you can't say I didn't warn you," she snickered.


***
"PART C"
***


In the woods, several miles away, a certain parked SUV was still swaying back and forth. Muffled cries and groans could be heard through its closed windows, the odd ruckus keeping birds and other animals at a safe distance.

"Ohhhhh, god yes! Right there!" Patricia screamed, desperately trying to grab onto something as she felt another wave of pleasure wash over her. "Give it to me, Nathan! Harder! Don't hold back!"

Patricia was on her back once again, squashed against the leather seat by one handsome, powerful bull of a wrestler. Not that she minded, of course. This particular jock could pin her down any time he wanted. Though just then, her lover seemed far more interested in slamming his thick cock in and out of Patricia's quivering snatch than he was in earning points or winning falls. His eyes were glued to the cougar's large, jiggling breasts as they bounced and shook in rhythm with his thrusts.

"I'm trying, Patricia, but you feel so damn amazing," the well-built male groaned, idly blinking away sweat that was dripping down from his brows. "I'm not gonna last long - that insanely tight pussy of yours is already taking me out!" The hunk did speed up his pistoning motion a little and leaned forward as he sought to adjust the angle of attack.

"Yeessss, that's it, Nathan! Fuck me hard! Pump me full of your cum!

The cougar had her thighs wrapped tightly around the college athlete's hardened torso, keeping him close and squeezing him with both her vagina and her meaty legs. The youngster's grunts and groans told Patricia that he was very, very close, but desperately trying to hold on. As the blonde's own climax started to subside a bit, she brought her hands to his face, cupping it gently and lifting her lover's head so that their gazes met.

"I'm going to drain you now, stud," she whispered, looking into the shaking, panting hunk's glazed eyes and running a tongue across her lips. Slowly. "So stop resisting, and get ready to shoot all that hot, young jizz deep into my womb. I'm gonna squeeze you dry."

The college student's formerly measured thrusts were replaced by frantic, uncontrollable jerking of the hips, and Patricia flexed all her lower muscles as hard as she could, keeping her thighs wrapped around the stud-boy's waist while she pulled his head towards her bosom. She brushed her lips against his left ear, licking it softly.

"Come for me, Nathan. Fill me with your tasty seed."

A hoarse, breathless moan escaped the handsome jock's mouth as he reached his limit. Patricia watched her lover's eyes begin to roll back into his head, the cougar's sexual prowess overwhelming the collegiate athlete and breaking his (very impressive) resistance at last.

"Aaaarrrggghhh!"

The beefy wrestler howled like a wounded animal, his muscular body spasming above the mature woman's softer, voluptuous frame as it succumbed to a huge, toe-curlingly powerful orgasm. Patricia kept contracting her pussy and thighs around the trapped, climaxing boy-toy, making him moan and groan as she coaxed countless spurts of warm spunk out of his poor, badly overworked member. The cougar continued to play with her prey long after the stud's moans had turned into whimpers, slowly and methodically taking her gorgeous young lover apart and causing him to shiver in her arms.

"Holy... fucking... shit..." the big, beefy wrestler-hunk gasped, shuddering as he relaxed into the cougar's gentle embrace and went limp. He looked like a guy who'd just been screwed to within an inch of his life, and would in all likelihood require several hours of recuperation before even dreaming of getting up.

Patricia sighed, cuddling the barely conscious boy wonder she held in her clutches. She planted a small kiss onto her lover's sweaty, tousled hair, before leaning back.

"And that, girls..." the blonde murmured to herself, smirking as she, too, began to drift off. "...is how you tame the campus sex god."


***


Chrissy took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders slowly as she willed herself to calm down. Gloria's distmantling of the big, burly rocker-chick had gotten her more than a little worked up, and the gym rat knew she'd need to get her sopping wet pussy back under control before her own match. Well, maybe not need, considering how badly she outclassed her opponent tonight, but it was always a good idea to clear your mind before a fight.

From the corner of her eye, Chrissy could see the mature brunette get up from her armchair, and start to walk towards the center of her spacious living room. As she followed the woman with her gaze, the fitness girl couldn't help but notice Stephanie's pleasant, slender but shapely body, which clearly spent more time at the gym than Francine's did. In terms of her figure, Chrissy thought, the mature woman actually wasn't too far behind Gloria, despite the obvious age difference. She was, however, perceptibly top-heavy - more so than the two females she was now approaching.

"Thanks for the warm-up, girls," Stephanie said, flashing both Gloria and Francine a quick, regal-looking smile as she joined them on the mat. "You sure cooked up an entertaining show from such... meagre ingredients," she continued, glancing down at their reddened assets meaningfully, and clearly enjoying how the grin on Gloria's face turned into a frown. Though still clothed, the older woman's bust appeared to be at least half a cup larger than either's, probably closer to one full bra size. The Beta O narrowed her eyes at the smirking brunette, but didn't bother to say anything.

"Now, I hope you won't mind stepping aside for us big girls? We'll need a bit more space for our tussle than you little ones do," Stephanie cooed, turning away from the visibly irate D-cupper to face her opponent. "Shall we?"

Chrissy snorted. "You ought to get new glasses, grandma," the fitness babe grinned, looking smug as she compared Stephanie's shirt-covered rack to her own. "I see only one truly 'big girl' in this room. And it's not you."

The mature brunette chuckled, tilting her head slightly and mirroring Chrissy's grin as she looked back and forth between their substantial chests. It wasn't a huge difference, but the muscle-blonde's set did indeed appear to be the larger of the two.

"Hmh, fair enough, I guess," Stephanie relented, still smiling. "It's been a while since I fought someone of your caliber. At least in terms of size," she added before finally looking up. "Tell me, dear, do those puppies look as nice and juicy without the support, too?"

The blonde's grin widened, starting to look almost wolfish. "Oh, you have no idea..."

Gloria quickly plopped down on the couch, dragging her fresh boob-conquest to sit next to her. "Watch closely, bitch," she whispered to Francine, cupping the thicker girl's red, beaten left boob again and starting to knead it softly in her palm. "Those are the jugs you wanted your skinny little girlfriend to go up against. She was what, a B or a C cup? Chrissy would've fucking destroyed her," Gloria laughed, smirking at the tough-girl's winces as she continued to massage her sore gland.

She eased off a bit as they both watched Chrissy grab the hem of her shirt, preparing to pull it up. Stephanie, however, put her hand on the fitness girl's toned arm, shaking her head slightly.

"Easy there, tiger. I'll go first," Stephanie murmured, giving her opponent a mischievous look. "That way, I can enjoy your squirming as you try to match my reveal, knowing full well you'll come up short," she explained, winking at Gloria and Francine.

"Look closely, little girls," she called out, smirking while she took off her cardigan and threw it onto a chair. "You're not likely to see tits as magnificent as these ever again."

All three younger females seemed highly skeptical as they watched Stephanie begin to remove her maroon top. The stacked mature reached behind her back, a soft 'snap' indicating the release of the clasp of her bra, before pulling both the shirt and her full-cup brassiere off in one smooth movement. The trio saw Stephanie's massive breasts get lifted up with the shirt for a moment, and then fall back to her chest with a loud, meaty smack.

They all blinked.

Stephanie's large jugs weren't what you'd call pert or perfectly rounded, but not exactly droopy either, looking thick and heavy on the milf's chest as she invited her younger rivals to feast their eyes upon her prized rack. Even Chrissy, who knew her own, epic orbs to be both larger and more spherical, had to admit that their appearance was quite striking. The shape wasn't youthful, but rather fertile and womanly, and the visible, inevitable sag that Stephanie's rack displayed only served to make them seem more... matured? Ripe? Abundant? In any case, despite some droopage, the brunette's breasts looked ample and full, and her nipples pointed directly ahead. They appeared to be growing bigger and stiffer by the second, actually, and Chrissy quickly glanced up.

Stephanie was regarding the fitness girl with a careful, knowing smile as she cupped her hefty mammaries and gave them a shake, clearly enjoying her opponent's undivided attention.

"Not bad, huh?" she murmured, allowing the substantial mass of titflesh to settle down. "They've grown a bit since my college days, and lost some of their perkiness, but still look pretty darn good if I do say so myself."

Chrissy grunted, appearing to agree with the brunette's assessment. The relative lack of wobbling, and the speed with which those last jiggles had died down, was certainly impressive. "Sure, I reckon those could be fun to bounce around."

Inside her mind, Chrissy had to admit that while this old broad didn't look as big as Kara, and was at best even with Lauren, her vintage boobs seemed far less floppy than either's. Had the girls been here for comparison, the fitness babe suspected their udders would've had much more perceptible sag and hang, too.

Seriously. A 40-something had a nicer-looking set of Double Ds than those two. Stephanie must've been a right ol' rock-titted babe back in the day.

The fitness girl glanced towards Gloria and Francine discreetly, and noticed that both were openly gawking at the buxom mature. Clearly they, too, had been expecting a far less impressive show from the top-heavy brunette. Even the rest of Stephanie's torso, while not especically lean or sporty, looked plenty toned enough. Her stomach was flat and waist narrow with little perceptible flab before flaring out to the milf's femininely rounded hips. A pair of tight-fitting ivory capris showcased the mature woman's long and obviously well maintained legs. Stephanie's ass, by contrast, was relatively full and meaty, but sat high and didn't seem to jiggle much.

There was no way she'd be able maintain a figure like that without a personal trainer, Chrissy thought to herself, trying not to look as impressed as she felt. This old bitch was actually pretty fuckable.

"Well, can we see yours, now?" the shapely mature asked sweetly, a confident grin dancing on her lips as she jostled her jugs again. Despite their slightly pendulous shape, gravity having taken its unavoidable toll on the brunette's big rack, the titmeat itself seemed surprisingly thick and dense; it jiggled deliciously, instead wobbling or shaking like you might've expected.

"What's the matter, dear? Did you finally realize how badly these big, strong real woman's breasts put your girly boobies to shame?", Stephanie cooed with a wink. "Go on, sweetie, just whip those bouncy little hangers out. I promise not to laugh."

"Oh, feel free to giggle all you want, grandma," the blonde muscle girl shot back, starting to shed off her own excess clothing at a slow, deliberately leisurely pace. "I just hope you didn't forget to take your heart meds this morning."

Gloria grinned, watching her friend begin to lift her top up. The fitness babe was wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt that had a modest neckline, but was at the same time snug enough to leave no doubts about her rack's massive size. Further down, Chrissy's light grey gym-tights were even more effective at showing off the muscle blonde's thick, strong thighs and large but beautifully toned posterior. She looked nothing short of delicious, and not for the first time, Gloria felt a sudden temptation to see if grass might be greener of the other side of the fence...

As Chrissy yanked her shirt off, the sorority girl's eyes were drawn to her friend's toned, visibly defined midsection, and perhaps even more importantly, a pair of high-end Double D breasts quivering within the cups of her beige bra. They were impressively large; the second largest set of tits Gloria had ever encountered, as it happened, coming second only to Tanya's mammoth jugs in size. Though Chrissy's waist might not be quite as narrow as Stephanie's (only due to the blonde's thick muscles and natural bone structure), she was otherwise both more curvaceous and much more toned.

Higher up, Chrissy's smooth, cute facial features seemed to match her meaty boobs and ass far better than they did the rest of her hardened body. The blonde's eyes, too, were round and almost doe-like, and her cheeks appeared to still retain some baby fat, each trait helping to create an illusion of girly innocence. And it was an illusion, alright. Face of an angel, body of a succubus, Gloria snorted.

Stephanie seemed to be thinking along the same lines. The mature woman was tweaking her already stiff nipples lazily while her gaze roamed across her opponent's curvy, muscle-packed figure, and hungrily drank in every little detail. Gloria even noticed the milf lick her lips after her eyes had paused upon some area, and glanced back towards her friend to see that Chrissy was stretching her powerful thighs, causing her already pronounced bubble-butt to flex impressively.

The Beta O made a silent, mental note to consider adding some 'carnal' stakes to their potential rematch. Chrissy looked seriously fucking hot.

"As much as I enjoy admiring your physique," Stephanie drawled, sounding amused as she continued to leer at the fitness babe. "And don't get me wrong, honey, I'm not for a moment suggesting I could beat you in the looks department. Not anymore," she added with a pleasant smile. "We're not really here to decide who has the hottest body. Are we?"

Chrissy replied with a grin of her own. "No. I seem to have that competition already won pretty handily," she smirked, reaching back to unhook her bra. "The real growd magnet today is watching my huge, perfect jugs flatten your wrinkly old retiree udders in one shove."

Gloria guffawed. She watched her friend maintain the buxom mature's gaze, a saucy smirk playing on Chrissy's lips as she slowly slid her brassiere off. The garment seemed to get hung up on the girl's engorged nipples for a second before it fell off, baring the blonde's breasts at last.

They barely bounced, sitting high on the girl's chest despite their heft and size. Gloria had seen Chrissy's enormous rack before, but still found herself unable to stop staring. The muscle babe's full, round orbs were, if anything, bigger than she'd remembered, having just a hint of sag - barely enough to make them look natural. They looked exceedingly firm, and had a much more spherical shape than boobs that size could be expected to maintain.

Glancing over to Stephanie's mid-size DDs for a moment, the Beta O estimated that Chrissy had her opponent outgunned by about half a cup size, maybe less. A much smaller edge than the top-heavy fitness blonde was used to, she knew, but an advantage all the same. More importantly, Chrissy's massive globes also seemed to hold a significant lead in shape and apparent firmness over the mature woman's two decades older pair. Actually, if Gloria was being completely honest to herself, Chrissy's jugs even looked slightly perkier than her own, much smaller breasts did!

She fucking hated that bitch.

No, she wasn't jealous.

Not one bit.

"Oh my," Stephanie breathed, eyeing the blonde's huge, firm breasts with fascination. "Those look absolutely marvellous," she complimented her young opponent, biting her lip softly. "Almost too good to be real."

Chrissy huffed, cupping her large orbs and bouncing them gently. Gloria watched the blonde's ample, thick boobmeat ripple and curl slightly, her boobs jiggling for a second or two before becoming still again. Stephanie nodded in appreciation, convinced that the moment was natural. Oddly enough, Gloria could sense no sign of fear or intimidation in the woman's gaze.

"You do have magnificent breasts, dear," Stephanie said, finally looking up from the blonde's naked bust and giving Chrissy a smile. "One of the most beautiful pairs I've seen. Perhaps not the largest, or the firmest, but so very beautiful."

"It will be a pleasure to conquer them with my better tits."

The fitness girl's smirk vanished in an instant. She shared a look with Gloria, raising an eyebrow at the mature woman's confidence before turning her head back towards her opponent.

"You do realize you've got no chance against me, right?" Chrissy asked, a wry, bemused grin tugging at her lips. "I mean, those old jugs don't look half bad, and I bet you could flatten some smaller or softer-titted college girls with them, but my epic rack is simply out of your league."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you, honey," Stephanie murmured, crouching a bit as she began to stalk closer slowly. "These mighty jugs have flattened countless women over the years. Your pretty young boobies will be just another notch in their belt."

While Stephanie's large, tanned teats did sag some, the hanging seemed to come only from their sheer weight, and the woman's breasts themselves looked thick and dense. Remarkably dense, actually, judging by the way they jiggled. Still, Gloria didn't see them holding up against Chrissy's set, at least not for long. The gym rat was simply too big and too firm.

"Delusional old bird," Chrissy huffed, mirroring the older woman's posture and stepping forward. "I think I'll toy with your fat, arrogant udders for a while, just to make sure my boobs get a good workout out of this. Then, Glo and Frankie can hold you up while I grind those squishy teats right off your chest."

"You're certainly welcome to try, sweetie," Stephanie replied, her sugary tone somehow managing to match Chrissy's in both smugness and predatorial intent.

The buff, curvaceous fitness girl didn't waste time accepting the invitation. Gloria watched her stride forward and meet her opponent with a few smooth, efficient movements, before bringing their breasts tip-to-tip and quickly pushing forward. Each female let out a small gasp as their nipples touched, but immediately concentrated on the matter at hand, starting to shove their meaty racks against one another.

A small, confident smile appeared on Chrissy's lips as her large, firm orbs began to take over the space between them, but quickly faltered as the advance first slowed down, her globes straining to overcome the resistance from the mature woman's ample teats, and then came to a complete standstill. The fitness babe couldn't hold back a grunt as she felt her boobs struggle against Stephanie's dense inner titmeat and start to compress and splay out as well, both pairs now visibly displaced. On the couch, Gloria's eyes widened almost comically as she watched the stacked muscle-babe's first invasion attempt fizzle out and get blunted. While Chrissy's boobs did retain more of their spherical shape, they seemed to enjoy only a limited lead in density over their much-older adversaries, and were unable to gain any more purchase from them for the time being.

It was now the dark-haired woman's turn to smile. Stephanie licked her lips, gazing down to watch their rather evenly-matched chests push and mold against each other. She leaned in for a soft whisper.

"That's right, baby," the stacked mature breathed into Chrissy's ear, causing the blonde to shiver involuntarily. "They are that firm, still. Now imagine what they would've felt like twenty years ago."

She pressed forward, sliding those surprisingly potent mammaries across and over Chrissy's globes, dense flesh in both racks reshaping slightly. The brunette ensured that their hard, sensitive nipples met on each pass, and earned a throaty moan from the surprised - and apparently very much aroused - fitness girl.

"Mmm, I can tell you're a fellow connoisseur," Stephanie murmured huskily, moving her back ever-so-slightly so that their substantial jugs rolled against one another in a slow and sensuous figure eight pattern. "I'll be sure to teach you a few tricks afterwards. Between the sheets. But first, I want to tame these sexy, glorious breasts," the milf purred, pulling back to meet her shapely young opponent's gaze.

"You'll look amazing in my maid's outfit. The top might be a little tight, but we can always leave that down."

Chrissy's eyes were partially closed, and it looked like she was having trouble controlling her breathing. If this beefy jock of a blonde didn't pull herself together soon, Gloria feared she might agree to jump into the mature seductress' bed without a fight!

"Quit fooling around, bitch!" she yelled, hoping to catch Chrissy's attention and to break the girl out of her apparent lust-filled haze. "You can fuck the granny all you want after you've flattened her saggy old tits!"

The disruption seemed to work, not least because of Gloria's choice of words in that last bit. Stephanie's eyes flashed, and she leaned back to glare at the sorority girl, looking annoyed.

"Watch who you're calling saggy, barbie," the mature brunette snapped angrily. "My jugs are about as firm as yours! The only reason those college-aged Ds look perkier than mine is the difference in mass. Actually, I bet if you gained enough size to match me, yours would actually sag more, even now!"

The woman's angry tirade had shifted her focus entirely towards Gloria, and allowed Chrissy to shake herself awake. And to get her mind back into the fight.

"Well, that touched a spot," the muscular blonde muttered under her breath, smirking as Stephanie quickly whirled her head back to her and realized her mistake. Gloria and Francine's tit-duel may have gotten Chrissy's panties wet, and her less than competitive post-game juices flowing, but the toned girl was still an alpha bitch at heart.

"So, you wanna play dress-up with me, do you?" Chrissy asked, her voice a low and predatory growl. "Careful what you wish for. Maybe I should make you wear an apron everywhere you go, like the sweet little mommy you are?" Before Stephanie had time to react, Chrissy had leaned in to wrap her strong, sinewy arms around the brunette's less hardened torso. As the gym rat secured the hug, Gloria saw her face crease into a smile.

"Ahh, that's more like it. As nice as these fat ol' titties are, they're no match for my bigger, firmer and younger set. I promise to be gentle grinding you out, though, so we can have fun with them later on."

To Chrissy's surprise, Stephanie wrapped her own arms around the fitness babe and squeezed. The younger woman grunted, but returned the favor, increasing the pressure. Gloria and Francine watched in silence as both the brunette's more pendulous jugs and the blonde's fuller, rounder boobs mashed against each other, displacing their ample flesh. Both women jockeyed for position with their boobs, grinding and shifting their large bosoms against the other. While the contest appeared to favor Chrissy's slightly larger and denser pair, several times, Stephanie's hefty teats flopped up atop the blonde's big boobs, causing Chrissy to wince and hiss.

The older, seemingly more experienced fighter used every chance she got to pull away, just enough to send short, swift shots into her rival's tightly packed jugs. Gloria watched with interest as Chrissy's own tactic seemed to consist of simply keeping the pressure on. Her firm tits didn't shift or bend quite as much as Stephanie's, and every so often, the sorority girl saw Chrissy shift, tightening the hold. During one pass, the buff blonde used her hard, thick tips to dent the centers of Stephanie's large teats, doing her best to pull her pair through the mature woman's ample flesh. The move would've probably been more effective with a smaller, more conically-shaped set, but the older female's grunts seemed to indicate it worked well-enough even now.

Stephanie responded by shoving her own chest forward, causing both pairs of breasts to balloon outward. Though the milf's more pendulous boobs again gave up more ground, Stephanie fought fiercely, pushing and grinding her full, meaty jugs against Chrissy's larger orbs. With each pass, the women's ample teats bounced and flopped above or beneath their counterparts. Looking closely, Gloria noticed that while Stephanie's slightly smaller tits were indeed yielding some real estate, Chrissy's round, thick globes quivered more forcefully, Each set of nipples looked outrageously engorded as the women rubbed their heavy boobs against one another.

After a while, Chrissy began maneuvering her arms lower in the embrace. To do so, the blonde had to bend a bit more at the waist, and Gloria suddenly saw Stephanie's mouth turn into a smile. The fitness babe's big, full jugs now hung below her, dangling down, and it seemed almost as if Chrissy was taking a break.

"Oh dear, are my girls proving too much for you? So soon?" the mature woman grinned, grinding her heavy mammaries against the blonde's from above, and causing both sets to compress visibly as Chrissy's round globes struggled to maintain their shape against the gravity as well as the added pressure.

"I would've thought a young, strapping lass such as yourself would be able to put up more of a fight. Especially with tits like these," she cooed, her pendulous bosom displacing more and more of the blonde's rack. "But I guess my mature, womanly breasts are simply too powerful - even for you."

Chrissy looked up from their busts with a snort. "Oh, I'll put up a fight, alright," the top-heavy college student hissed, her voice full or promise.

With a quick swing of her hips, Chrissy slammed those huge, firm tits into Stephanie's with a big uppercut. The brunette's weighty knockers flew up in the direction of her shoulders, each pushed by both the impact and seemingly by the sheer density of the blonde's powerful boobs. Not waiting for them to settle down, Chrissy left her breasts under Stephanie's set, grinding at the older woman's jugs from below. The brunette's squashed flesh was curling in visibly, and it was easy to tell that Chrissy's thick, heavy boobs were causing the older woman serious discomfort. Stephanie groaned and at first tried twisting away, but her facial expression suggested that even that move was driving Chrissy's firm boobs further into the bottom of her tits.

"Ready to call it, grandma?" Chrissy asked, smirking. "You've got an impressive rack, especially for someone your age, but we both always knew how this was going to end. With you on your knees, sucking on my perfect, young breasts."

Stephanie let out a shaky, breathless moan, and grabbed Chrissy around her thighs, just below the blonde's muscular butt. The fitness babe grinned, apparently thinking her mature rival was ready to submit - and to move on to other, more exciting activities. She was wrong.

Despite her far less brawny physique, Stephanie was not a weak woman. She scooped up Chrissy's legs, tilting the shocked girl backwards and sending her crashing down onto the floor, landing flat on her back. Gloria, taken aback, watched Chrissy's big, meaty boobs roll across her chest from the impact. They only did so for about half a second, as the blonde'd had her arms around Stephanie, and had instictively pulled the other woman down with her. Their substantial busts slammed together, joining into one huge, wobbling mass of titflesh, and each female let out a low groan. Still, one fighter had received her rival's full weight on her jugs, and therefore seemed to have taken the brunt of the damage.

Stephanie didn't hang about, quickly sliding her legs around the blonde's toned torso and straddling her waist. She made sure to keep Chrissy'd shoulders pinned firmly to the ground, leaning in to get a look at her face. The blonde must've gotten the wind knocked out of her, or become otherwise dazed, as she didn't react until the milf landed a swinging blow from her right teat onto Chrissy's left boob. The girl's left breast, already flattened slightly by the gravity, compressed further from the contact with Stephanie's weighty jug. Chrissy groaned in discomfort while the stacked milf moved to the other half of the blonde's dense, ample rack. Another swinging shot pulled the mature's pendulous boob to the side before it swung heavily into the side of Chrissy's big globe. Gloria looked on, mesmerized, how the younger woman's dense flesh bounced back and forth as Stephanie's alternating swings began an almost rhythmic battering of the blonde's perfect tits. Chrissy groaned, seeking to escape, but Stephanie pushed down hard, and followed up with a slam from both of her massive boobs into Chrissy's huge, firm rack.

Chrissy winced as Stephanie left her heavy glands on hers for a moment, apparently trying to forcefully squeeze and press the blonde's epic boobs flat. It didn't look like the maneuver was successful at that, however, and after some grunting and groaning from both contestants, the mature pulled away. She saw Chrissy look up, and met blonde's furious gaze with a smirk.

"Remember that maid's dress I mentioned earlier, dear? I've changed my mind," Stephanie murmured softly, licking her lips like a hungry lioness looking at a big, juicy steak. "You'll look even better wearing a slave's collar. And nothing else."

"Oh, you're so gonna ge-"

Chrissy didn't get to finish her sentence, as the brunette suddenly dropped her mighty mammaries down onto the set below. Gloria winced, watching the blonde's tanned, dense flesh shake and wave all over her chest, splaying out under the opposing pair of heavy breasts. Chrissy groaned, and Stephanie sighed as she pushed up again. "Sorry about having to do this," the mature woman said, smiling apologetically. "Though I guess it's mostly your own fault, anyway - if those huge, gorgeous tits weren't so fucking firm, I-"

It was now Stephanie's turn to get rudely interrupted. While the brunette did have Chrissy's shoulders planted onto the floor, resting most of her body mass on them, she had less control over the rest of the girl's sculpted physique. Chrissy'd managed to slide her hands under her kneeling opponent's legs, grabbing them tightly and lifting them up. At the same time, the fitness babe bucked hard, straining that toned back and raising her hips into the air.

The combination was enough to catapult the older woman off Chrissy, and to send her tumbling down to the side. Stephanie hit the ground with a muffled 'oomph', looking stunned by the suddenness of the maneuver. She didn't stay prone for long, however, quickly following the blonde's example and scurrying back to her feet.

Chrissy was staring daggers at her opponent, taking a moment to catch her breath. Gloria watched the beefy girl knead her big, reddened jugs carefully, and was relieved to see little change in them besides the discoloration. The blonde's orbs still looked remarkably high, round and firm. Not to mention big, obviously.

"Guess those muscles aren't just for show, then," Stephanie grunted, moving her neck carefully as if to make sure she hasn't sprained it. "Epic tits, great ass and a seriously pumped body to boot. Taming you is gonna be so worth it."

"You've got some nerve, bitch," Chrissy snarled in reply, starting to stomp towards the buxom brunette with a ferocious look on her face. "Tripping me up, and thinking you could cheat your way into victory? Let's see how cocky you'll feel once I've trashed those loose, wrinkly udders!"

Chrissy let out a low growl and charged at her opponent. Which, as the fitness girl later came to realize, was exactly what Stephanie had been waiting for. This wasn't her first titfight, not by a long shot. The woman probably had more matches under her belt than the other three females combined. With a small hop, the busty mature danced off to the side, deftly slinging her right teat into Chrissy's exposed right boob. Gloria watched the younger woman's face morph into a grimace as the wicked shot connected, causing both large, ample breasts to quiver. Chrissy grunted, stopping in her tracks, and the look in her eyes hardened perceptibly. Stephanie didn't seem to care, throwing her hefty jugs like boulders into the blonde's round boobs. The result was a thick smack of flesh on flesh. Both pairs spread out like full water balloons, and continued to shake and wobble into each other long after the inital collision had occurred. The mature woman's tits still seemed to move a bit more fluidly, but the force of those violent impacts was clearly having an effect on Chrissy's big, firm rack as well.

The blonde fitness babe grunted again as her huge, full globes bounced away from Stephanie's meaty set, shaking and jiggling violently. The experienced mature changed tactics once more, slinging her big, pendulous teats from the right to slam a powerful blow from her right breast into Chrissy's still-quivering orb. And again, the toned blonde groaned as her dense boobmeat was forcibly shoved towards her breastbone. Stephanie continued her offensive, dragging those weighty, feminine mammaries over Chrissy's younger tits. The fighters' flesh soon became one mass again, the lines blurring as to whose full, ample rack was where. When the brunette finished the pass, she turned her shoulders even further to the right, obviously preparing to launch a blow from the right.

Chrissy saw it, and, determined to finally snatch back the initiative, slung her massive orbs to the left. Her jugs connected with Stephanie's substantial pair just before the latter had time to complete her own move, and Gloria looked on as Stephanie's teat flew up, wobbling wildly. The older woman's deep groan brought a grin to Chrissy's face, and the buff blonde immediately followed through.

Stephanie's gasp was loud and throaty as Chrissy repeated the same grinding motion the mature woman had used against her earlier, and Gloria could see Chrissy's smirk widen as the gym rat watched her big, heavy globes roll over the milf's yielding, seemingly outmatched flesh. Stephanie's tits molded slightly beneath the blonde's breasts, but flowed back into their usual shape after Chrissy was done. The blonde stepped back, probably to survey the damage, but the stacked mature shot forward, this time dipping her shoulders slightly to land an uppercut on the underside of Chrissy's big boobs. The younger female gasped as her large, firm tits bounced on her torso, held up momentarily by Stephanie's undeniably powerful boobs. The busty older woman pulled away from Chrissy and slammed forward again, this time crashing into the fitness girl's rack straight on. The impact forced Chrissy's massive boobs to spread out, waves of supple, young flesh rolling away from the impact point. Stephanie shuffled a bit, forcing both pairs of boobs to bounce and quiver, and eliciting a few grunts from the frustrated blonde.

"Can you feel it, missy?" the brunette murmured, grinding her meaty breasts against her rival's set, their sweaty titflesh slapping and sliding together. "My stronger, better boobs wearing yours down, slowly outmuscling those dense, youthful titties and flattening them against your chest?"

"Fat chance, old broad," Chrissy growled, grinding back. "Those vintage cans are tough, I'll give you that, but they're not gonna last much longer against my firmer jugs!"

Chrissy shuffled backwards, pulling her large orbs away from Stephanie's slightly smaller pair. They had reddened visibly from the beating her mature rival had put to them, but the blonde gamely threw her chest forward, hoping to catch the milf off guard.

Stephanie moved back, but not quickly enough to avoid a glancing blow from Chrissy's dense jugs as they scraped across the sides of her lightly olive-toned boobs. The fitness girl immediately followed with another jab, and Gloria watched the older woman's hefty teats tremble at the contact, holding her breath as Chrissy moved for a third blow. Stephanie acted first, though, sending her meaty pair from the side to catch the blonde's tits with a wet-sounding 'smack'. Chrissy winced as her big, firm boobs were pushed to the side for a moment, and Stephanie pulled back for another strike. The mature's aim and timing seemed uncanny as both of her thick, hefty boobs slammed upward into the base of Chrissy's big rack. Gloria could only watch in concern how the beefy blonde's tits jiggled from the bottom, even pushing up a bit. Their sheer size, mass and density appeared to help cause some damage to Stephanie's boobs as well, however, and the Beta O noticed the milf's slightly more compact pair flatten at the point of impact, spreading out briefly until they flopped down to the brunette's chest again.

Chrissy backed up a few steps, almost appearing to retreat away from the stacked mature. Stephanie seemed to think so too, and came at the blonde with a flurry of blows from her meaty, somewhat pendulous breasts. Chrissy winced and tried to withdraw again, but Stephanie's momentum meant that the fitness girl's globes were getting hit from the side. The blonde's big boobs crashed into one another, and the grimace on her face revealed her serious discomfort.

"Fuck yes, pound those viking titties flat," Gloria heard the girl next to her mutter under her breath. She turned to see Francine drinking in the scene with an eager, almost greedy expression. The rocker chick seemed to notice her gaze and grunted.

"This making you wet, too? Seeing your buff, stacked friend get out-boobed by a milf?" Francine asked in a husky murmur as she massaged her sore teats idly. "God, I hope Steph lets us stay and watch her break the rest of Muscle Barbie's body. It's gonna be so fucking hot. Bet she'll start by riding your pal's teary, humiliated face and coat it with her juices," the thickset girl groaned, closing her eyes and shuddering slightly as she appeared to picture that very scenario in her mind. "Fuck, I'd pay good money to get that on video."

Gloria swallowed, doing her best not to let her own arousal show while she brought her attention back to the combatants. Of course, anyone who so much as glanced at the sorority girl's rock-hard nipples knew better.

Dull thuds and slaps reverberated around the room as Stephanie's slightly smaller, less perky teats continued to slam against Chrissy's round orbs, slowly pounding away the young woman's firmness. Stephanie's weighty set seemed to sling out from her torso, the dense, well-matured breastmeat clearly having loosened up as well. They made consistent contact with the blonde's set, causing both substantial busts to wobble and roll violently.

Chrissy finally got tired of being the buxom brunette's personal punching bag, twisting and turning her waist to send a wild haymaker from her left. Once again, Stephanie seemed to have anticipated the move, slamming her mammaries forward in a counter ram. Gloria watched both sets of massive tits mold at the point of impact, jiggling fiercely. Stephanie pulled away with a slight wince, but Chrissy's face remained a mask of frustration and discomfort.

Gloria was getting genuinely worried now. This mature bitch seemed to be able to predict - and counteract - her opponent's every strategy. She was obviously highly experienced at titfighting, and was displaying the kind of skill, technique and control the Beta O had not witnessed before. Even if Gloria didn't consider the older woman's thick, meaty boobs themselves to be quite as nice as Chrissy's, the blonde's lead in size and firmness was a little too close for comfort.

The top-heavy fitness girl had better up her game before she got those huge, perfect orbs handed to her. This milf wasn't fooling around.

Chrissy tried to do exactly that. She lunged forward, managing to connect a shot directly at Stephanie's pendulous jugs. Gloria watched the blonde's larger, rounder jugs throw the mature's set back, and heard Stephanie groan as she felt her ample teats get pushed in, compressing impressively. Chrissy swung again from the other side, hoping to continue her momentum of the fight in her favor. Stephanie jumped back, her big jugs waving all over her chest. The older woman seemed to be regarding her younger rival with some caution, but just as Chrissy opened her mouth - ready to utter a taunt, if her smug smirk was any indication - Stephanie leapt forward again, slapping her weighty tits into Chrissy's. A loud, meaty 'thwack' sounded from the quivering breasts of the two stacked women, their ample but tender flesh shifting and trembling beneath the pressure and contact of the other pair. Stephanie pulled back first, her hefty tits still shaking, but Gloria saw nothing but confidence in her eyes.

"Good match, Blondie," the mature brunette panted, jostling her sore Double D jugs carefully. "Those puppies really are every bit as awesome as they look. You might've given me trouble even when I was in my prime," she smiled, unpalming her breasts and letting them jiggle in place for a moment.

"But they're not going to be enough," Stephanie continued in a harder, more threatening tone. "If you surrender now, I won't have to wreck your big, perfect boobs completely," the buxom mature whispered, her smoldering gaze glued to the blonde's. "It'd be a terrible waste, and we can both think of better uses for them. Just give up. All you need to do is admit that my rack is better."

Chrissy growled, meeting the brunette's eyes steadily. "We both know that'd be a lie," she hissed through her teeth. "Your tits are pretty fucking amazing for a forty-year-old, sure. But they're smaller, softer and saggier than my epic boobs. You're going down, bitch."

Possibly for the first time in this match, the mature, expert titfighter looked surprised. She didn't try to move out of the way as Chrissy stepped forward and shoved her chest against Stephanie's, using those two, firm globes like battering rams. The brunette did, however, arch her back, and pushed back to meet the shove. A loud slap echoed through the room, followed by a groan.

Stephanie's.

"Like I said," Chrissy murmured, reaching out to grab her opponent's shoulders. "You've got some serious jugs, especially for an old broad. They're just not as good as mine. Playtime's over."

Stephanie struggled to break the blonde's hold. First, by moving her own hands to Chrissy's shoulders and trying push the toned girl away, and when that didn't seem to work, by sliding her hands onto Chrissy's wrists and attempting to loosen her opponent's grip. As soon as Stephanie's hands were firmly locked onto hers, Chrissy slung her heavy left boob into Stephanie's right teat. The blow was a direct hit, sending the older woman's meaty jug wobbling across her chest. Before the affected gland even began to settle, another blow from Chrissy's right tit sent Stephanie's opposing mammary into undulating fits. The buxom mature moaned as her even more stacked, much younger opponent began slapping her big tits around, and even Gloria felt impressed with the gym rat's aggression. She knew Chrissy had given Tiffany a run for her money before, coming very close to defeating the famed Beta O member's perfect pair, and had personally witnessed Chrissy's dismantling of Cassie's smaller, yet arguably even firmer boobs. The blonde sorority babe was now reminded precisely why Chrissy was considered to be one of the most dangerous titfighters around.

The muscle girl continued her assault, steadily slamming her massive, dense globes into Stephanie's bountiful teats while the latter did her best to escape Chrissy's vice-like grip. The steady thud of Chrissy's big boobs tenderizing Stephanie's filled the spacious room, and Gloria watched with interest as the beefy blonde moved her arms to grip Stephanie's much less muscular limbs by the bicep.

She heard the mature brunette mumble something resembling 'oh crap' as Stephanie realized she was well and truly trapped. The older woman wasn't giving up, though, placing her hands onto Chrissy's hips and straining to find whatever purchase she could. She used her surprising strength to shift Chrissy to the left, pushing her big, meaty tits so they interlocked with Chrissy's even larger jugs. Stephanie's left breast slid between the blonde's firm jugs, while her right tit sat outside of Chrissy's huge left globe. The stacked mature immediately started twisting, and Gloria heard Chrissy grunt as her opponent's boobs suddenly bore in from the sides. Soon, both pairs of massive tits were bobbing and wobbling rhythmically. Stephanie and Chrissy exchanged grunts as their breasts slipped and slid against each other, and like so many times before, it was virtually impossible to tell whose rack held the advantage.

Chrissy decided to change that. Gloria watched the toned blonde slide her arms down slightly, moving her right arm down to brace her breast against it. The Beta O figured out what the fitness babe's plan was just a fraction of a second before she started executing it. Using her trapped, impressively dense boob, Chrissy began smashing Stephanie's left udder between both of her large, firm breasts. The motion sent ripples through Chrissy's expansive rack, but Stephanie's left mammary looked severely displaced, flashing in and out of view.

The buxom brunette groaned again as Chrissy tightened her grip. Gloria cheered loudly as she watched the gym rat begin to shake her well-muscled torso violently, keeping her right breast a wall against which she pounded Stephanie's trapped mammary. Every collision caused the older woman's breast to disappear between the blonde's firm tits, and when it did resurface, Gloria thought spitefully, it looked like the milf's poor teat was getting thoroughly pummeled. Stephanie tried twisting away again, but Chrissy's enviable muscularity was more than enough to keep the brunette under wraps. Soon, the stacked mature's hands were pushing desperately at Chrissy's hips while the blonde continued her assault.

"You going somewhere?" Chrissy asked with a menacing grin, reaching out to tighten her grip on the hug she'd established. Stephanie twisted one more time, this time turning into the breast that Chrissy had been using as a wall to bounce Stephanie's teat off of. As she moved, the mature woman brought her right arm up between the two fighters and pushed hard. Gloria heard Chrissy's 'ooof' as the brunette pried herself free, and realized that whether it'd been on purpose or entirely by accident, Stephanie had hit the gym rat right in her solar plexus. Both women stumbled backward and Stephanie's left hand immediately went to cup her sore breast.

Both women seemed happy to take a breather, looking sweaty and worn out from their marathon titfight. Unsurprisingly, the mature brunette appeared visibly more tired than her opponent, and Gloria watched Stephanie's substantial, tender-looking chest heave up and down as she sucked in precious air. At the same time, the brunette's cheap shot (or 'mishap') ensured that Chrissy was unable to rush her, the young, top-heavy fitness babe having to recover from the sudden blow before she could regain her bearings.

"Ah, forgot to thank you earlier," Stephanie panted, a slight wheeze in her voice. "About that 'amazing tits for a forty-year-old' bit. I really appreciate it," the brunette grimaced, her lips probably having failed to form the intended smile. "You see, I'm actually forty-four."

Chrissy chortled, slowly straightening her posture from the curled-up position she'd been in for the past few moments. "Don't mention it," she rasped, touching her sore, bright-red jugs gently and giving them an evaluative squeeze. Gloria could see that the blonde's round, dense orbs had lost much of their usual firmness, sitting lower on her chest than before, but they still maintained an attractive, mostly spherical shape.

"Are we going finish this, now?" Chrissy asked, her softened bust wobbling noticeably as she started to approach the brunette. "Or would you like to save what little firmness those wrinkly old udders still have, and submit? Are my boobs better than yours?"

"No," Stephanie breathed, squaring her back and meeting the blonde's gaze. "They're almost as good. Best I've faced in a long time. But still not quite a match for my superb rack."

"Then prove it," Chrissy hissed, spreading her arms out to the sides in an unmistakable invitation. "Come at me, Saggy-Tits."

That comment seemed to trigger something in Stephanie. Gloria stared in amazement as the busty brunette charged at her young rival, roaring loudly. The mature woman's big, hefty breasts slammed into Chrissy's stationary rack with a dull thud, and both females groaned as their proud flesh exploded outward. Through sheer stubbornness and youthful resilience, the blonde's firm orbs seemed to take over the space between them, but they too yielded considerable real estate to the middle-aged set colliding into them. Both pairs of massive boobs began to regain their shape slowly, spilling away from the opposing pair while their owners kept their ample chests pressed together. Then, Gloria saw the fitness girl wrap her arms around her opponent again.

Both sets of large, powerful breasts were now directly lined up, and the Beta O could hear Stephanie's gasps and grunts as the woman seemed to sense Chrissy's huge rack slowly but surely begin displacing her own. It was barely perceptible at first, and Gloria had to look very closely to see it. But little by little, more of the mature's thick breastmeat was being pushed out, yielding and compressing, forced away by the blonde's advancing jugs.

"Unnhhh, fuck," the older woman groaned, starting to grind her thick mammaries against her opponent's firm set with more vigor. The fitness babe matched her efforts, increasing the pressure between their massive, straining chests further.

"Yeah, I can feel it, too," Chrissy murmured, resting her sweaty forehead against the brunette's. "It was just a matter of time, really. My bigger, stronger, firmer boobs are finally squeezing these meaty udders flat. Holy shit do you have nice jugs."

"You put up one hell of a fight, Steph, better than most top-ranked college titfighters I've faced," Chrissy added in a low whisper, staring into her rival's wide, shocked eyes. "Taming your insanely hot milf-teats was a real struggle, even for my epic rack. But it's over now. My perfect young breasts have conquered yours."

"Now, hold still for a sec. I want to savor this."

With a sigh, Chrissy shoved her full orbs against Stephanie's ample chest. All four women looked on as the gym rat's pair forced her stunned opponent's large, proud boobs to push in and spread out to the sides, sending waves of thick, well-seasoned titflesh rolling away from the point of contact. Chrissy rolled her shoulders slightly, letting out a deep and almost lustful groan as she felt her breasts slowly displace the big, meaty tits of the mature temptress. Both sets of mammaries were jiggling and quivering deliciously, tenderized by the gruelling fight, but the disparity between them was becoming more and more obvious.

Stephanie stared at her now-molding bosom with an expression of pure disbelief, slumping in the fitness babe's embrace. She seemed to have expended her last remaining vestiges of energy trying to escape that earlier hug, and looked completely, utterly spent. Her opponent repeated the grinding motion with more power, increasing the pressure, and the mature let out a sharp gasp. Chrissy grinned, watching her full, round jugs roll over the milf's loosening pair. Her own breasts were shifting quite a bit as well, flattening at the tip and compressing against the older woman's mighty rack, but the difference was clear. The muscle girl's huge, firm globes had finally worn Stephanie's mammaries out.

"Fuck yes," Chrissy breathed softly, gazing down at the mass of shivering titflesh between them, her face visibly flustered. "I've tamed you, Steph. Now watch how your big, sexy tits melt around mine."

Chrissy kept the hug tight, pressing and grinding their sweaty chests against each other. The mature brunette moaned as she felt the muscle babe's firm orbs press against her rack, Stephanie's thick breastmeat flowing outward and flattening, slowly mushrooming to the sides as the younger set of boobs burrowed in. She was able to see Chrissy's jugs, too, reshaping as they strained against her pride and joy, compressing noticeably, but that seemed like little consolation to the beaten woman. After a few more minutes, Chrissy's epic rack had all but ended Stephanie's large, heavy teats, pinning them against the milf's chest. The toned blonde shifted from foot to foot, sending her dense orbs across, into, and over the mature woman's liquefied mammaries, causing them to ooze and flow around the dominant pair of breasts.

"Nnnnnhh," the stacked milf groaned, her head lolling back as her proud, powerful breasts surrendered to Chrissy's. She was peering at the blonde through hooded eyes, not seeming to quite comprehend - or accept - the sensation.

Chrissy repeated the move, shockwaves rippling through both pairs, but it was the loose, wobbly flesh of Stephanie's flesh that seemed to simply melt around's the blonde's superior breasts. The younger woman toyed with her rival's vanquished titties for a moment, forcing them to slide up and over her globes with small thrusts of her chest.

"I won't stop until you give up, you know," the fitness girl murmured quietly, nuzzling her opponent's neck and inhaling her scent. "Whose rack is better, Steph? Who has the most amazing pair of breasts you've ever seen?"

The blonde brushed her lips against the buxom older woman's skin, pausing as she seemed to find a pulse point and kissing it softly. Stephanie let out a loud moan, but her rival wasn't done just yet. Chrissy released the bearhug she'd maintained for the last minute or two, and began to slowly slide her hands down the milf's slender, gracefully curvaceous figure. She traced the arch of Stephanie's still rather narrow waist and feminine, pronounced hips, before moving down to her ample but toned ass, and finally to the woman's lean, supple thighs. The mature brunette responded to Chrissy's fondling with a stream of grunts, gasps and groans, biting her lip hard. She actually drew blood a second later, letting out a deep, shruddering moan as the muscle babe brought her own, beefy thigh forward, rubbing it gently against the older woman's visibly damp groin.

"Say it," Chrissy demanded, her smoldering gaze boring into Stephanie's. "Who's got the strongest, most powerful pair of boobs you've ever felt against your own?"

"You do, Chrissy," the dusky mature gasped, that last move having apparently wrung a small orgasm out of her. Stephanie's voice sounded shaky and breathless, and her shoulders slumped visibly as the woman seemed to slowly deflate. "Your young, beautiful breasts overwhelmed mine, and crushed these mighty teats like the over-ripe melons they are. You have the best rack."

"And what happens now?" Chrissy asked, regarding her opponent with a hungry grin on her lips.

Stephanie swallowed, exhaling unsteadily. She hesitated for a second before looking up again. "You squeezed my vintage udders flat, Chrissy, and own them and the rest of my body tonight."

Chrissy's greedy smile widened. The aged beauty tried to muffle a whimper as her young opponent pushed forward one last time, shoving Stephanie's loosened flesh away with her chest. Both could see the brunette's thick, tanned teats ooze and mold around the blonde's dominant orbs, billowing out and relinquishing their position without question. Gloria and Francine were staring at the scene in shocked arousal, not daring to make a sound.

"That's right, honey," Chrissy breathed, her eyes burning with pure, unadulterated lust and desire. She caressed the curve of her rival's meaty, femininely rounded behind, before cupping it roughly. "Your ass is all mine."

The buxom - and obviously exceedingly horny - mature groaned, practically panting with need as she trembled in the fitness babe's arms.

"Now, which way to the bedroom?"


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That's all, folks! Please feel free to share your thoughts and opinions!

Love older women vs younger tit fights.
Or any type tit/sex fuck fight stories.
With a hot busty cougar woman vs a hot
busty younger woman.

Thank you.

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Originally Posted by dwcole

Love older women vs younger tit fights.
Or any type tit/sex fuck fight stories.
With a hot busty cougar woman vs a hot
busty younger woman.

Thank you.

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Hello, my fellow cougar fan! (lol)

Hopefully you'll get even more juicy mature vs young content in the next episode, where I plan to give Patricia slightly more air time. Might take a while to write, though...

Little late to the party, but I have to agree with dwcole. Loving the MILF action!!! You know who I'm lobbying for Patricia to fight!!! As always keep up the great work and can't wait for the next installment of anything you write!!!

PS

I heard Jon was in the kitchen starting to cook something up!!!!

Reddd

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Originally Posted by reddd

Little late to the party, but I have to agree with dwcole. Loving the MILF action!!! You know who I'm lobbying for Patricia to fight!!! As always keep up the great work and can't wait for the next installment of anything you write!!!

PS

I heard Jon was in the kitchen starting to cook something up!!!!

Reddd

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Thanks Reddd, I appreciate it! Guess I'll need to feature more mature women in my stories in the future... no promises on that Pat vs Tiff match, though! ;)

Indeed, let's hope he'll have chapter 39 out sooner rather than later. Personally, I'm itching to see Michelle's epic tits in action again - and not necessarily against Tiff, either! But I know that's not going to happen for a good while, lol.