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Beach Balls
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Jodie looked up from her deckchair as a shadow fell across her face. Aghast at the large woman who had come onto the beach and had the temerity to stand in front of her blocking the dying rays of the sun as it descended to the sea horizon.

?Hey! You?re in my light!? Jodie said, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the Sun?s glare as it spilled around the big woman?s body. Her sun glasses increased the density of the woman?s shadow, so she pushed the things to the top of her head, causing strands of her brown-blonde hair to fall around her face as her pony tail began to work loose on the back of her head. Her husband had taken their three children to the hotel while she enjoyed her favourite part of the hot day.

?My friends Joe and Sandy said I would find you here,? the voice said from within the deep shadow she cast. ?And my! - Were they right, are YOU worth finding?!? the bright but intense voice intoned.

Jodie?s boobs were so big she draped each 16lb monster over a thigh. Each one of her breasts hung over each knee by at least 10 inches, but these spherical orbs were not flabby, her beach ball sized orbs were solid and very firm, even her upper breast flesh was not flabby or over stretched despite having supported the back breaking weight of these ever growing mammaries for years. At 26 years old Jodie had three children not very far apart in age. With each pregnancy her boobs grew bigger, but she did not lose any volume afterwards. The fact is that she had big boobs even as a girl, it was her nipples which grew large first, quickly followed by growth spurts of her breasts. Her doctor called it Virginal Breast Hypertrophy, which she had never heard of before.

The aching and growth pains in her breasts bothered her, but this was soon assuaged when they attracted her future husband, but with her first pregnancy her boobs ballooned. She could not understand this as she was certainly not fat. The three pregnancies had followed one upon the other so fast her body just adapted. She at first considered reduction surgery as her boobs grew too big, but the doctor advised against it and she had eventually discovered what kind of breast supports to wear. Besides, she loved turning the heads of everyone who saw her; she doubted that anyone actually looked at her plain face anymore. If ever she wanted to commit a bank robbery, she mused that she would get away with it because no one would be looking at her face! Even after she had stopped breast feeding her children her breasts continued to give the appearance that they are engorged with milk from pregnancy, her nipples and areolas stretched to cover the expanse of her boobs and the veins became very large and full.

But, to the problem in hand: What did this obtuse woman want?

As the sun sank deeper, Jodie could see the big woman more clearly, What registered with her first was the apparent hour glass shapeliness of her body, - wide hips, slim waist and really stacked up top! In fact, she could see that the woman?s big rounded orbs, barely encased in an inadequate halter neck beach bra stuck out to her sides just as much as her own, increasing the visual shock of the hourglass shape. If Jodie?s were the size of basket balls this woman?s were like huge gourds, in fact, they were like a pair of pumpkins! The long black ringlets of her hair framed her very pretty face and Jodie could see for the first time that this woman was mixed race. The woman placed her hands on her hips. ?Had a good look? -- Cow?!? she spat aggressively.

?Ok, Buttercup! Keep your udders on!? Jodie snapped back, feeling quite riled by this huge breasted woman?s aggressive attitude. ?I can see you?ve been getting a good look at mine,? Jodie said. ?So what?s your game?? she added.

?I don?t like women who think their boobs are better than mine and flaunt them!? the stunning, dark haired woman said.

?Hang on a minute. I have every right to be on this beach!? Jodie said.

?Yeah, but this beach ain?t big enough for both of our sets of boobs!? the woman said.

?So who the hell do you think you are?? Jodie peevishly said, still shading her eyes.

?I am Donna Foster, - your nemesis!? the woman said.

?You think I?m drawing male stares and lust away from you and your flabby bags?? Jodie laughed.

The other woman was beside herself with rage at Jodie?s laughter: ?You call THESE flabby?? she said as she slapped her own huge breasts causing a loud ?SLAP!? and wrenched her home made halter bra off. The huge firm boobs swung free and bounced down to her waist as they swayed heavily from side to side, seemingly stretching her upper breast tissue, whilst her gourd-like orbs looked just as firm as the pumpkins Jodie had originally compared them to! Jodie could see that the woman?s equally large orbs were at least as firm as hers. ?What was this, a comparison match?? she thought.

?I don?t want to compare boobies, I want you off this beach, there is room for only one of us,? the voluptuous woman said.

?And what are you going to do? Run me out of town?? Jodie smirked.

?If you won?t go, I?ll make it so you can?t come back. My boobs are firmer and stronger than yours, I?ll mess your boobs up so much you?ll be nursing them for a month!? Donna threatened.

?Don?t threaten me you Psycho bitch!? Jodie said jumping suddenly to her feet. She felt somehow vulnerable to remain on her beach chair.

Donna was pleased to see that Jodie was almost the same height as her 5?9? and smiled broadly as she said ?So take your inadequate Bikini bra off!?

The huge blue patterned thing had been especially made for her by a Seamstress friend. It was well constructed, the black halter behind the neck was extra thick and the alluringly sexy cups only just covered her huge areolas. Nothing could be done to hide the fact that each of her thumb thick nipples stuck out more than an inch. This getup had several people walking into each other and tripping over things on the beach because they were not looking where they were going. Dusk was just about upon them now. In the distance the last of the Sun worshippers were leaving the beach for their hotels and bars. Jodie was surprised her husband had not returned to collect her yet, - but one of the kids, Emily, had been a bit colicky. Perhaps she had been sick. Jodie would normally be quite happy to wait, but in this atmosphere of threat, she was nervous.

?So what do you suggest?? Jodie said as she stood almost breast to breast with her equally huge rival. The woman leaned forwards and grabbed Jodie?s bra, pushing her fingers inside a cup, them ripped it off!!!

Jodie stepped back in surprise, her violently liberated boobs swinging and still bouncing.

?If you?ve ripped that, you will pay for a new one!!? Jodie raged.

?Aww shuddup!? her assailant said.
?Can you box?? she added malevolently.

?I?ll rip your big fat tits off if you don?t give me that bra back...NOW!? she snapped grasping for the garment which the other woman held out like a prize.

Ignoring her, Donna continued: ?I want us to punch each other?s tits until one of us gives in - and whoever gives in leaves the beach for the rest of the summer!? she added.

?I?ll take this as a trophy when I?ve beaten you!? she finished still waving the oversize bra about.

?You are nuts!? was all Jodie could think of as a riposte.

?No! This has to be settled NOW! - Joe, my boyfriend, wants me to slug your tits as he gets off on that kind of thing and our future depends on it!? Donna said.

?Are you serious?!? Jodie said, incredulous. ?I?d get another boyfriend if I were you!? she added.

At 5?9 inches tall and 30 years old, Donna actually had quite an elegant figure, apart from her huge breasts. She weighed 180lbs, she should have weighed around 150lbs but with each breast weighing in at around 18lbs her breasts weighed nearly 40lbs!!! Jodie was an inch shorter but around the same weight and for the same reason.

?Can he see us?? Jodie said as the thought of the woman?s boyfriend occurred to her, realizing that she could not just walk away; - Retreating from the beach would only lead to her being attacked anyway, whereas she had a chance of controlling the situation if she confronted this woman.

?Probably. He has a top of the range movie camera with night vision,? Donna said.

?Weird!? was all Jodie could think as both voluptuous women squared off in the gathering gloom. A sudden ?WHACK!? from the taller woman?s fist smacked into the top of Jodie?s right orb. ?UUUGGHNN!? she grunted and staggered back two or three steps. She was completely unhurt as the density of her boob had absorbed all the shock. Another ?SMACK!? of closed knuckles descended on the same breast from her right, then a sudden sting to her left nipple as the areola was splattered by a direct punch, the other woman?s fist sinking deeply into the thick, heavy, gland rich boob. ?Damn...CUNT!!!? Jodie reluctantly cursed as she absorbed the blow and instinctively replied with her right fist slamming into her rival?s left areola.

Jodie felt the woman?s huge glands part as her knuckles gouged deeply into the thick firm flesh. She felt her rival?s long hard nipple flick against her wrist and she made sure to flip the 18lb breast aside, bending the nipple as she withdrew her hand. The woman gasped and took a step backwards as the heavy breast bounced like a sand bag on a piece of elastic. Jodie just knew that this women?s ligaments must be pulling, just as her own were, and so she swung a left cross at the same orb, which had just swung back to the front, ploughing into the cleavage side of her breast. Her fist flicking the woman?s right breast as it hammered home. The huge breast swung violently to the outside, then as the woman slammed her fist into the top of Jodie?s left breast, her breast swung back to the front and Jodie slammed her right fist into the top of Donna?s left breast.

The taller woman showed no acknowledgement of the last blow, but swung another lethal blow at Jodie?s breasts, but with surprisingly nimble footwork, Jodie evaded, and managed to land an extended knuckle deep in her rival?s left breast. Donna yelped as the knuckle gouged into the luxurious flesh, parting her abundant milk glands and sinking deep into the firm, tripe textured flesh and she took a defensive mode. Jodie could not now reach her body since she was hunched forward with her arms up defensively, her huge breasts swinging spectacularly forwards and backwards, A second later a defensive arm dropped as Donna swung a punch at Jodie?s temptingly large breasts and missed, and Jodie lunged in, actually connecting with Donna?s right, then left breasts in rapid succession. The big woman swung around and smashed her right fist into Jodie?s left breast from the side. The devastating blow was so hard that it knocked her long breast sideways like a punch bag and Jodie was knocked off balance sending her stumbling onto the sand, tumbling and skidding across it for several feet.

As Donna rushed across the sand, Jodie scrambled quickly to one knee and as the woman arrived to grab Jodie by the hair and knee her in her boobs, Jodie swung both fists upwards to slam into the substantial undersides of the big woman?s huge breasts.

A double ?SPLATT!? - ?SPLATT!!!? rang out as knees, breasts and fists connected!

The double fisted breast punch sent Donna?s massive boobs skywards, but the pain from the blow was minimal. As her heavy boobs bounced back down to her chest she continued to haul Jodie to her feet with one hand, taking swipes at her swinging boobs with her free hand. Jodie swung her own fists back and forth, connecting several times with the big woman?s tits. Now on her feet, Jodie grabbed her nemesis?s hair, burying her hands in it and yanking her head back and forth with it, pulled her around the sand. This did not stop Donna however, who continued to wrench Jodie around by the hair, but now instead of punching her boob, grabbed her areola her left hand squeezing it so hard that the nipple extended and thickened so much it looked like it would burst! Gasping in pain, Jodie grabbed Donna?s left areola and began twisting and corkscrewing it in all directions. The pain to both women was intense and very quickly, the women broke apart, preferring to use both fists to deliver haymaker and roundhouse-like punches to one another?s boobs, ?SMACK!? after ?SMACK!? sounding loudly as fists slammed into dense, thick breast meat.

Left and right arms now flailing, both women pummelled and pounded each other?s breasts in their stand-up slugging match! The women?s breasts were so thick that they absorbed most of the blows, the women only gasped when their nipples and areolas came in for any intense punishment. The dull sounds of fists smacking against resilient flesh sounded like they were each punching a bag of raw meat. Breasts were sent flying from side to side, their areolas going right around their sides before returning to the front to be knocked upwards by ferocious punches and uppercuts to the undersides of their boobs and even harsher slams to the tops of their bruising orbs. Burning pains began to tear through Jodie?s breasts as their weight stressed her mesh of powerful breast ligaments to their limits, her rival?s boobs felt the same, but neither woman was in the mood to give in. The dusk grew deeper as the women?s bizarre dance back and forth on the still hot sand continued.

They had moved about 15 or 20 feet away from Jodie?s beach chair. Jodie was convinced that the sea was getting closer on the now deserted beach and the sand began to feel damp underfoot. The light was almost gone, but light from the shore and the rising moon glinted on their bodies and heaving breasts as the big mammaries swung from the violent blows each woman meted out.

Like two boxers targeting punch bags, the woman stood toe to toe rhythmically punching left and right blows at each other?s rapidly bruising breasts which swung wildly from side to side from each blow and bounced vigorously as they returned to the front.

As a teenager, Donna found quite by chance that breast boxing gave her relief. Punches took away the aching and soreness in her boobs. The frequent swelling of her breast tissue created intense heat and her breasts became fireballs, turning red, itchy, and feverish. Donna had personally experienced this debilitating condition since puberty. She went from being as flat as a board to a "C" cup in one month. The first time she conceived, she went up two cup sizes in a matter of days. The same thing happened with the next three pregnancies. But in Donna?s case, the most enormous growth occurred after giving birth. Normal swelling began within 24 hours postpartum, becoming extreme during the next 12 to 24 hours. With the first birth, she went up three cup sizes during the post birth period, after her second childbirth, she went up six cup sizes, after her third birth it was 10 cup sizes, and after her last birth she went up nine cup sizes. Until she began getting her bras specially made she placed rolled up beach towels underneath her breasts for support, while four elasticised cloth bandages were wound around to lift and hold the contraption in place. Her breasts had become extremely heavy, weighing more than ten pounds each. They looked spherical, every vein was raised, and nature continued to do her worst; her nipples leaked so much milk she got through loads of super absorbent breast pads!

Donna got relief, if one could call it that, from soft gel ice packs and old fashioned bags of ice, which the heat of her breasts would melt within moments of contact. Donna had to sleep on her back with the ice packs, which she would continually rotate, on her breasts. Fortunately for Donna, the swelling would begin to subside a week later. The breast tissue would stay around an "E" to a "G" cup for the next year, depending on the birth order. But her boobs continued to grow to more than 44 KKK and fell into her lap when she was sitting and covered her face when she was lying down. Her nipples leaked milk at night, soaking her nightwear and bed linen. Within a couple of years of this, her boobs grew to more than 18 lbs each in weight! After her last pregnancy, the specialist diagnosed her with Gestational Gigantomastia. Her breasts would continue getting bigger with each pregnancy. She chickened out of surgical reduction.

As far as Donna?s nursing relationship went, during the first two weeks it was rough as it was very hard to snuggle a chubby little body with 20-pound "bowling balls" attached to her chest. The skin was so taut that the baby could barely get near the nipple, making latch on all but impossible, and breastfeeding did not relieve the swelling since most of the swelling was in the connective tissue itself. Instead, it just brought on more heat and more swelling from the normal engorgement that occurs when the mature milk begins to come in. A deep, indescribable, pain set in which could only be relieved with pumping. Were it not for the fact that she had just about made up her mind to have her breasts surgically reduced she would not be engaged in this breast destroying fight.

The aching from her bouncing breasts was becoming intolerable during this fight. She thought that by now Jodie should have given in, but Jodie was as equally determined to beat Donna and was now moving relentlessly forwards, her right fist slamming into Donna?s broad left areola, flattening her nipple. Donna quickly responded with a punch of her own to Jodie?s right orb. Jodie swung a left cross to Donna?s left areola again. As she strode forwards Jodie caught a painful left cross from Donna which slammed into the cleavage side of her left breast knocking it flying outwards to her left, almost wrapping it around her side ribs, Jodie felt the supporting ligaments sear as they pulled. Angry at this tearing pain Jodie brought her right knee up directly under Donna?s left breast and as her knee pounded into the underside, she slammed her right fist down on the big breast smashing it between knee and fist, then she swung her left fist right into Donna?s right breast.

Grunting with the pain of the blow Donna swung her own right fist up directly into Jodie?s cunt. AHH, Ahhh, haaa, ha, Oooaagghh! Jodie gasped in pain as she crumpled forwards, her massive boobs swinging violently. She somehow managed to prevent herself from going onto her knees, but now another surprise struck her as Donna?s right fist smacked into her face, straightening her up instantly. But Jodie had not forgotten her target and heavily slammed her left fist down hard on top of Donna?s right breast then grabbed her throat with her free right hand and squeezing her wind pipe began marching her backwards into the shallow waves breaking on the shore. Though reeling from the pain of the punch to her breast, Donna arrested her backwards progress by flinging her arms around Jodie and began crushing her breasts with her own in a crushing Bear hug. Jodie reciprocated and both women groaned loudly as their huge breasts crushed against one another?s bodies. Jodie tightened her arms around Donna?s ribs, the pain increased in their tits as their glands felt as though they would burst, - but this bear hug was not working out as Donna had hoped, both women?s breasts were just too big and hung too low; besides, the thickness of their flesh made their huge boobs almost resistant to serious pain and injury. Despite this, Donna was determined to cause Jodie unbearable pain.

As Donna increased the crush Jodie could feel Donna?s spherical orbs against her arms bulging out of the crush so she dragged her hands to Donna?s sides until she found her huge nipples, she grabbed them and wrenched Donna?s breasts out sideways, stretching her nipples and areolas. Donna yelled out in pain and surprise and letting go of Jodie, jumped backwards and slammed a right uppercut under her heavy left breast. A dull ?SMACK!? signalled contact, which prompted Jodie to respond in the same way: A dull ?SMACK!? betrayed a similar uppercut to Donna?s left orb and within the next second both women?s fists were flailing at one another?s breasts. Orbs were punished like punch bags as the women slugged them, toe to toe. ?SMACK!? after ?SMACK!? after ?SMACK!? tore through the air and their huge boobs flew in all directions, the weight of their orbs stretching their connective breast flesh and ligaments. Occasional reverberating thuds resounded as fists punched each other?s chests, bruising their ribs and knocking the breath from each other?s lungs. As their boobs slowly erupted in pain and ugly bruises exhaustion began to take its toll and too many slams to Jodie?s chest, aided by the weight of her injury swollen boobs, just brought her to the ground.

Jodie landed on her knees in the accommodating sand with a splash of the salt water. She silently prayed that this senseless, brutal fight was over, but then Donna aimed a kick at Jodie?s chest. Seeing it coming, Jodie dodged aside, - too late as Donna?s foot glanced across her right breast kicking it aside like a football. The big fat orb flew so hard Jodie worried that it was being ripped from her chest. Jodie grunted as pain ripped through her mammary gland Jodie was halfway on her feet when the blow made her fall forwards and she landed on her hands in the surf, her boobs swinging back and forth in the tide until they splayed out on the sand.

Seeing Donna?s dark figure striding towards her, Jodie got quickly to her feet and began to take a defensive boxing stance.

Determined to bring Jodie down again into the ebbing and flowing brine, Donna took advantage of her longer reach and, lunging at her big breasted rival, attempted to take her down by locking her arms beneath Jodie?s arm pits, - behind her shoulders and across the back of her neck, thrust forwards, her own long heavy breasts hanging down like giant udders. Jodie had no choice but to reciprocate, and both women desperately wrestled each other over a wide area of the foaming sand, each in an effort to bring her rival crashing to the tide swept ground, their massive breasts swinging wildly in all directions.

First, tall dark Donna, almost managed to throw Jodie, - but her enemy?s balance was astonishing and she quickly recovered her balance and, pushing Donna backwards by her arms, almost sent her plunging over backwards. Desperate now to beat her enemy, Donna tried to use her longer reach, grabbing for Jodie?s temptingly long breasts. Jodie retaliated in like-manner and after several bruising breast slaps, first Donna, then Jodie, grasped the red raw, bulging areolas and long thick nipples of her enemy and, applying their weight, pulled and tugged on one another?s huge hanging breasts like giant udders. Both women screamed as their long-stretched udders were stretched some more, long thin lines being pulled in their abused flesh, while each woman?s vein-marbled bulging orbs were smacked together as the women pulled and tugged on the stretched nipples like rope-bell pulls.

Jodie took the initiative and violently pulled Donna?s tits back and forth, jerking them in all directions until Donna?s areolas stretched like rubber bands until she felt as though Jodie was trying to rip them off!!! In her effort to escape, Donna began to stand up straight, still pulling hard on Jodie?s tits. Each woman?s grip became tenuous as the combined sweat, breast grease, milk and sea water made their breasts incredibly slippery and the women just broke apart, each falling backwards into the tide with a splash!. As each woman struggled to get to her feet, her massive boobs rolled, flopped and swung wildly.

Somewhat disorientated by the last few minutes, Jodie looked up and saw that Donna had vanished. It was hard to tell in near darkness if she had fallen over or not as a consequence of their udder stretching battle. Now balanced on her knees, Jodie was taken by surprise from behind as Donna grabbed her breasts and, in this position she hauled her to her feet.

Now behind Jodie, Donna reached around her and managed to get a solid grip on her huge, proud areolas atop her breasts, one in each hand, and ramming a knee in her coccyx, she pulled both of her breasts around her sides. The skin stretched horribly pulling long lines in the breasts, while her fat areolas were getting scratched to bits. Jodie felt her milk glands crush and fluid slowly pulsed from each distended nipple as she suffered a feeling of having her breasts ripped from her chest.

The wide expanse of her sternum opened up as Jodie tried punching backwards to try to dislodge Donna and when that didn?t work she reached backwards over her own head in an effort to grab Donna?s head or hair. She could feel Donna?s firm orbs pressing against her back, and luckily, on the second attempt got two handfuls of Donna?s thick black hair. Tearing and wrenching Donna?s head around like this was enough to persuade Donna to let go of Jodie?s tortured breasts, but this violent tussle led to both women losing their balance and both fell into the shallow incoming waves. Donna had fallen awkwardly backwards, while Jodie was twisted around to her left by the volition of their forced separation and tumbled, as though to fall on her left side. She landed on her hands, obliquely across Donna?s legs.

Quickly taking advantage of her propitious situation Jodie rolled into a position to straddle Donna and sitting astride the massively buxom woman tried to grab her wrists in order to pin them down while she breast smothered her, but Donna had a plan to get free, she did not quite know how it would work out, but with the foaming tide crashing around her head she figured she had nothing to lose. The women?s hands continued to grapple as each tried to take the advantage, Jodie?s massive knockers swinging wildly around as she battled and shuffled her knees forwards to crush Donna?s massive boobs. She had Donna?s big fat boobs pinned against her ribs and began to force them upwards. Donna won the hand grappling fight and as Jodie?s hands flailed hopelessly she grabbed both of her orbs and began squeezing them to death.

Jodie yelled out above the roar and crash of the tide as Donna?s fingers ground deeply into the firm but pliable tit flesh to crush her ducts, sinuses and well developed milk glands. Jodie tried to pull Donna?s hands from her tits, but when that did not work she retaliated by leaning forwards to grab Donna?s saucer sized areolas puckered with a multitude of Montgomery glands which seeped loads of grease and grasping them hard, began to squeeze, knead and twist them. Then she began stretching her nipples out as far as they would go, squeezing them so hard that they looked like they might burst! She began stretching her left nipple and areola out as far as she could with her left hand, then proceeded to karate chop the stretched areola close to the firm breast meat with her right hand. Donna screamed as the first ?CRACK!!? from the side of Jodie?s hand tore pain through her breast.

Five literally breathtaking blows left Donna with a gash two inches long torn across her areola and breast. The blood gushed quickly but was just as quickly washed away by the ebb and flow of the salty tide. Now she set about giving Donna?s right breast the same treatment, but Donna had pulled herself together and, angered by the pain of her torn breast she began punching wildly at Jodie?s enormous orbs which were actually draped on Donna?s ribs. ?SPLAT!? after ?SPLATT!? after ?SPLATT!!!? rapidly bruised Jodie?s already injured tits and she reciprocated by twisting and corkscrewing Donna?s pliable areola. Donna increased her punishment of Jodie?s breasts and using them as punch bags, slammed five or six crushing blows into each. Her left breast, already swollen from the earlier mauling and punching ripped open as one of the bruises split. As she felt the skin tear, she was in two minds whether to give in or not, but Donna?s incessant pounding of the now bleeding gash decided her to continue to fight.

However, this close fighting proved to be a mistake for Jodie because Donna was able to grab one of Jodie?s boobs with both hands and attempt to pull her off of her with it. Jodie very nearly lost her balance, but not quite as Donna raised her head and clamped her mouth around one of Jodie?s bulging areolas and, gripping with her teeth, began to stretch it out, laying her head back down in the surging surf.

Her nipple and areola being crushed and savaged inside Donna?s mouth or not, Jodie decided that this is it - and grabbing both of Donna?s hands, wrenched them away from her breast and slammed them down in the surf level with Donna?s head. Then, kneeling on Donna?s orbs, leaned forwards to envelope Donna?s entire head with her boobs. The foaming tide was now breaking over both women, before sucking violently out again. As the tide came in again, Donna?s head disappeared altogether in the tide, which even broke around Jodie?s face, the salty water going into her nose and mouth, almost choking her. She could also feel the sting of the brine as it washed into her wide open vagina. She forced her huge fleshy boobs into Donna?s face so completely, that Donna?s chance of drowning was virtually nil, while the likelihood of her being smothered rose 100%.

As the tide washed in Donna continued to fight to free her arms as each wave almost dislodged Jodie. With both women covered in blood from their bleeding breasts Jodie tried to stop Donna?s attempts to break free by grabbing her arms and forcing and twisting them away from her.

Despite Donna?s continued fighting, Jodie managed to consolidate her straddle and, finally forcing Donna?s hands to the wet sand either side of her head under almost a foot of ebbing and flowing water. The evening was completely dark now, save for the harbour lights twinkling on the moving water. As the tide sucked out, Jodie leaned forwards to drape her massive boobs over Donna?s face, grinding one huge boob, then the other into Donna?s face, her breast flesh began to fill every orifice in her face. Donna began to panic as she felt her nostrils and mouth fill with Jodie?s expansive breast flesh. Add to this the fact that Donna was in serious danger of drowning as her head became completely covered by the flowing tide as it crashed back in.

Jodie took a risk in taking her hands from Donna?s arms pressed into the sand and cupping Donna?s own boobs as best she could, began to push the massive things upwards into Donna?s own face as a kind of warped poetic justice. Both women?s faces swamped in massive breast meat, Jodie nestled her magnificent basket ball sized orbs around Donna?s head, squirming her chest until she felt her flesh sink into Donna?s eyes and ears as well as her nose and mouth. Donna was thrashing madly as she kicked and bucked in her desperation to escape. Jodie merely lay with the full weight of her torso crushing Donna?s face. Donna felt the cartilage in her nose snap as it was crushed onto her left cheekbone by Jodie?s hard sternum. Lack of air was taking its toll and within minutes she could breathe no more.

As Jodie began to get up the incoming tide washed right over Donna?s battered and bleeding body. Bending down and grabbing Donna by her hair and an arm Jodie began to pull her to her feet, slapping her face from time to time in an effort to revive her. Gaining the dry strand she dropped her there. Two shadows were approaching quickly, - ?It must be Donna?s friends,? she thought and began heading in the opposite direction. She wanted to make a break for the road not too far away, but she was topless and injured. She had no idea where her bra was in this darkness, but at least her bikini panties had stayed in place. Donna had not been so lucky, her panties had come off in the water as Jodie dragged her up the beach. Fortunately, she spotted the dark figure of her husband coming in the opposite direction and after she reassured him about the bruised and bloody mess of her tits, she quickly slipped into his jacket as they both made for the shore road.

On the way back to the hotel Jodie told her husband all about the beach fight and he was goggle eyed at her vivid account.

?Are you sure that she accepts that you won?? he said.
?I mean, - what if she and her friends follow you here to try to redress the balance?? he added with concern.

?Oh, I don?t think she?ll be wanting a rematch, I beat her fair and square!? Jodie said with the confident air of someone having been victorious in a fight,

?Well, I just hope she don?t turn up on the beach tomorrow, - that?s all,? her husband said, half hoping she would as he was peeved at having missed the fight.

?Oh, I don?t think we will be seeing that freak again!? Jodie said bitterly.

?Hmmm!? her sceptical husband breathed as they entered the hotel.
After a long pause - ?I think we had better get those injuries treated,? he said.

Piers Knight.