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TITFIGHT AT THE SPOTTED OX
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Unlike our neighbour and friend Jan Smith (Milk Wars) who firmly believes in breast feeding her children up to the age of 2 or more Fran has no intention of becoming an ?Earth Mother? and losing her figure, so with Alex barely 3 months old she had already got him on the bottle, hoping her cow-like production would dry up naturally, but so far shows no sign of doing so. She seemed a bit ?down? so, with her sister baby sitting, I took her to the Spotted Ox, a quiet country pub I know for a meal. We were both surprised to find that a couple of Fran?s former friends from her University days were there with their husbands.

I had briefly met Joanne and Tina before, but I did not know their husbands. Tina was pretty, very pretty and petite, about 5?3? tall with long black hair, a dark complexion and dark eyes, while Joanne with tightly permed brunette hair tumbling around her shoulders was quite statuesque, a similar height to Fran and with a large bust, but whereas Fran gave the overall impression of being square in shape Joanne gave the impression of being tall and elegant, although she was no taller than Fran. Also unlike Fran, it wasn?t immediately obvious that her bust was rather large, but if you got close to Joanne you could certainly see she was quite substantial and her well developed shoulders were quite a feature. I must admit to being attracted to her when I stood with her at the bar. A few customers left the Spotted Ox as we ordered our drinks and we were now the only group of people in there. Our wives drank a few glasses of spirits then went to the ?Ladies? while we men sat at the table drinking pints of beer wondering what our wives were doing in the bathroom.

They had been in there a long time. ?I wonder what they DO in there!? Tina?s husband, Robert, said in an exasperated tone. ?I dunno!? Terry (Joanne?s husband) said. ?But Have you noticed, women always go to the bathroom in groups?? he complained. ?Hmm. If WE went to the bathroom together people would think we were homosexual!? I ventured. As it was we could only guess. As we chatted and drank our beer I imagined what I might find if I could see through the wall????.

Her hands on her hips, Fran turned sideways to the large mirror dominating one wall of the Ladies bathroom of the small, country public house and turned her head to look. ?Oh God. My tits look enormous!? she said to Joanne and Tina fixing their makeup in the mirrors at the wash basin sinks. Wearing her tight, fawn coloured polo neck sweater, tucked into the waistband of her fawn skirt, her black stockinged legs beneath plunging into three inch stiletto heeled red shoes. She wasn?t wrong!

To say she had come out for a quiet meal casually dressed she was more eye-popping than either Joanne or Tina who had come out with their husbands rather more formally dressed. It was obvious they had taken a lot of care. Joanne wore a mauve velvet one-piece top which displayed her attractive bust nicely, a long dark green skirt and high heeled shoes. Tina was more petite than Fran and Joanne, with a pale complexion, long black hair and dressed in a dark blue gown.

Despite her shoes elevating her to 5? 9? tall Fran?s 48 inch bust held firmly in the 38H cup bra dominated her figure, which was very fit with a flat abdomen, good legs, straight back, flawless complexion and long brunette hair, highlighted with blonde streaks and natural red showing through tumbling down her back, she had every right to be proud of herself. At almost 39 years old she was fitter than most women her age - and fitter than many women twenty years younger and her tits still as firm as when she was 19. Her big bust has always been a feature of her life ever since they first sprouted at the age of 8 and were soon causing her trouble. By the time she was 12 she had a 42 inch bust which, in equal measure attracted curious boys and jealous girls the latter with whom she was drawn into fights on account of the unusual size of her breasts.

It was a surprise to me that girls should want to physically attack her purely out of jealousy, but it began to make sense when she told me that within the next few years at school she was viewed as a dangerous rival for boy friends. Accused of flaunting her tits even then, other girls - especially jealous rivals with pretty large breasts themselves, took out their frustration on her and tried to intimidate her out of the scene. It was always a deep injustice that it was Fran who was blamed by teachers as the ?trouble causer?, resulting in her leaving school as soon as she could.

Her life long love of horses had already begun at the age of 10, and now she went to work in a livery stables where, far from getting away from trouble led to a number of vicious catfights with equally tough stable girls! Her descriptions of the fast paced fights, with plenty of punching, scratching and gouging, ripping of each other?s clothes and rolling around in the straw were pretty exciting. (How I wished I had seen them!!!) Despite all the disadvantages which came her way she eventually did well for herself. And now she stood checking herself out in the mirror in the Spotted Ox Ladies bathroom.

?My tits look enormous in this!? Fran repeated to Joanne and Tina who turned around after fixing their makeup in the mirrors at the wash basin sinks. She tweaked at the tight, fawn polo neck sweater. ?If you keep tugging at it you?ll pull it out of your waistband? Joanne said. ?How come you?ve still GOT a waist?? Tina asked in her curiously adenoidal voice, considering it unfair as she was five years younger than Fran. ?Must be the horse riding,? Fran answered simply. ?I think if I were to stand beside you, blow my chest out and suck my stomach in I?d look just as busty!? Joanne said as she walked unsteadily on her high heels over to Fran and standing directly in front of her toe to toe, pointed her well supported breasts directly at Fran?s and turned her head to look in the mirror.

The amazing view was a revelation to her. Nipple to nipple, just a couple of inches apart, their hands on their hips, their heads turned looking at themselves in the big mirror. ?I?m really not pushing my chest out!? Fran said with some exasperation. ?I don?t know what you?re complaining about!? Jo said. ?Mine are almost as big as yours,? she continued. Fran began to adjust her bra straps through her sweater, and pushing her boobs out further. ?You really love those tits, don?t you?? Jo said mockingly. Fran said nothing. ?What if mine were better than yours?? Jo goaded. ?Hmmpf! I get men staring at mine all the time,? Fran stated. ?So do I!? Jo said indignantly. ?And I think my boobs look firmer!? she challenged. ?Well you ARE almost ten years younger than me,? Fran said. ?Yes. An old baggage like you must be much flabbier than me,? Jo cattily remarked. ?Those things must hang down to your knees when you take your double hammock off!? she concluded.

?Ha! The cheek of the girl!? Fran spat back good naturedly. ?Your bust has grown some these last few years. You must take a pretty hefty bra size yourself?? she said. ?Double G actually,? Joanne said. ?Oh come on. That?s the same as a H!? Fran laughed. ?But yours is an American fitting, mine?s English,? Joanne pointed out. ?As for my bust. That?s what having a child does for you!? she added. ?I know. I?ve got one too!? Fran informed her. ?Oh, how old?? Joanne enthused. Fran told her. ?You got your figure back quick,? Jo said almost jealously and added ?Hmm. Maybe yours are a little bigger, they?ll still be milky.? she said condescendingly. ?A bit!? Fran conceded gingerly, ?but I?m weaning the shitbag!? she added. ?Aren?t yours?? she asked, still comparing them in the mirror. ?Bursting!? Joanne said. ?My Meredith takes a lot,? then corrected herself: ?Took a lot. I?m trying to wean her too. But despite the fact they?re so heavy, mine look firmer than yours,? Jo? added appraising her carefully. ?I don?t think so!? Fran laughed. ?I can prove it? Joanne said: ?And help you empty those milk bags!? and twisting her hip gently nudged Fran?s left breast with hers. ? ?


?Didn?t that squash Fran?s big fat tit?? she asked Tina. ?Don?t ask me? Tina said, whose own breasts were a very modest C cup. ?I don?t want to take sides,? she said diplomatically. ?It?s all because your bra is more ribbed than mine!? Fran said. ?It makes it firmer,? she finished and swung her left shoulder back and swiftly flicked it forwards ramming her breast head on into Joanne?s right. It buried itself in Joanne?s breast which crumpled under the force. Joanne bumped her breast back and as she talked the two women continued to playfully bounce their oversize boobs off each other, their bras becoming soaked. ?The trouble with you is that you always thought your tits were better than mine!? Joanne said. ?But I want to know whose are firmest.? With that she suddenly stood still and shot her hands up to grasp the sides of Fran?s tits and, very appraisingly, palpated the mass of breast flesh.

?When you?ve quite finished?? Fran began. ?Hmmm?? Joanne said, wrinkling up her nose as though thinking through a particularly knotty problem. ?So?? Fran asked. ?What?s your verdict? Firm or sqidgy?? Joanne thought for a moment: ?On the squidgy side I?d say.? she decided. ?Blooming cheek!? Fran said. ?How about I squeeze yours you presumptuous bitch and whoever yells out first has the softest tits?? she said as she grasped the sides of Joanne?s large breasts. ?Oh - my - god!? Tina intoned slowly remembering their playful, but competitive catfights in their shared student accommodation. ?I hope you?re not going to try and hurt each other!? she said with a resigned air. ?We?ll see!? was all Joanne said as she stared unblinkingly into Fran?s eyes. ?We?ll need you to see whose squashes the most,? Fran said staring just as hard at Jo.

Imperceptibly she began to increase the pressure of her fingers on Jo?s breast flesh. Without a word, Joanne began to squeeze. They both piled on the first level of pressure, then still staring into one another?s eyes to gauge response increased the squeeze. Their still clothed boobs looked to be squashing pretty flat under the pressure. ?Doesn?t that hurt?? Tina asked. ?Not really,? Fran quickly lied, her boobs actually unusually sensitive because of their recent role in nurturing Alex. ?But my bra?s getting wet!? The women gradually adjusted their grip for maximum effect. Now gouging their fingers into the meatiest part of each other?s breasts, they mauled each other quite brazenly. ?Hhmmmpphhh - you can?t hurt me,? Fran hissed down her nose. The discomfort obviously getting to her. ?That hurt?? Fran asked as she squashed Joanne?s tits. ?No!? Jo groaned as her face turned red. ?Liar!? Fran spat and squeezed harder.

Jo was holding her breath to prevent herself from groaning but as the pain increased - ?BITCH!!? she exploded and adjusted her grip to force the tips of her fingers into Fran?s meaty boobs. ?AAAHHH!? Fran suddenly bawled as Jo?s fingertips gouged deep into her breast flesh. She concentrated upon what she had told me only a couple of days previously how women have a higher pain threshold than men because their bodies are adapted to the intense pain of childbirth. She gasped and wondered as her breast tissue felt like it was tearing apart. Both women gasped and groaned as they piled on the pressure for a full two minutes. Grunting like an old sow: - ?I dare you to try it with no bra and no top!? Joanne stated in a pained voice, confident that she was beating Fran. Fran thought for a moment and realising she would be admitting defeat and admitting that Jo?s tits were better and firmer if she said no she grudgingly grunted her agreement.

?Whew!? Fran breathed as the women separated. They stared at each other?s tops now soaked with leaked milk. ?Now we?ll really see whose tits are best,? Joanne said as both women removed their soaking tops and bras. Placing their clothing on the row of sinks each woman inspected her large breasts and rubbed the sweat off with their hands. Both women?s breasts were full, rounded and heavy, pulling stretches into the long breast flesh and hanging to their waists. Their big, rounded orbs, resembling basket balls in size and shape swung outwards to the tops of their hips and were topped by long, thickened, brown nipples which looked like they?d seen some serious infant munching and stuck out sideways. Their breasts rolled gently from side to side as the women walked towards each other. Whether they were cold, tense, or excited at he prospect of a breast fight, their areolas had darkened and puckered up making their nipples look bigger.

?Before we start, how about a milk fight to get most of it out?? Fran suggested. Jo lifted her left breast with both hands; ?You mean like this?? she said, pointing the massive mammary at Fran?s face and squeezing the swollen milk sacs. Fran jumped back as the spray showered her face and torso: ?Pwhh!!? Fran spat and ran her tongue around her lips wetted by Joanne: ?Not exactly,? she said. ?That?s one to me!? Jo giggled and pursued Fran as she retreated. Jo squeezed off another spurt as Fran dodged. Spinning around Fran lifted her right boob and squeezed her milk glands at Jo. An arc of spray flew the three feet or so at Jo and spattered her ducking shoulder and torso. Jo?s boobs swung violently around as she dodged, and despite Fran following her and squirting the contents of her overfull sacs, Jo managed to scoop her other breast up and let loose a full spray at Fran which again, hit her full in the face. ?I?ll show you a better way of milk fighting,? Fran said as she strode forwards and slapped her spread hands either side of Joanne?s big breasts, lifting them. ?Hey. What the?? Joanne began, then clapped her hands either side of Fran?s tits, her thumbs probing the thick flesh, her areolas swollen out by the large glands. ?I hope you have short nails!? Fran said to Jo. ?You know I chew mine!? Jo snapped back.

They each took a good hold and the fronts of their firm, rounded breasts pressed against each other, their nipples bent across one another?s breast flesh leaking heavily as the pressure squeezed their still swollen glands,. Both women hung on to the sides of her opponent?s breasts and instinctively squeezed in an effort to hurt one another, but their faces remained impassive and stony. Tight lipped, they stared hard into one another?s eyes. Tina watched in amazement as their boobs rubbed, pushed and squashed against each other, distorting and twisting as the women staggered back and forth.

Jo gradually slid her hands along the length of Fran?s boobs and began to squeeze the swollen glands in earnest. Fran gurgled at the sudden pain and slipped her fingers to Joanne?s misshapen areolas and probed for the fattest glands. The women groaned heavily as milk spurting from their nipples under the pressure from their fingers soaked each others breasts, their distended areolas distorting, twisting and squashing. Tina watched their forearm muscles tighten and swell, then their biceps begin to bulge as they piled on the pressure. Their thumbs now pressed deeply into the visibly swollen glands and Fran grunted harshly as Jo got a good squeeze in and was rewarded by a spray of Fran?s milk over her own breasts. Fran pushed her breasts harder against Jo?s, whose nipples were pushed upwards out of the crush.

Joanne was biting her lip as she squeezed with her thumbs and pushed Fran backwards with her breasts at the same time. The prodigious release of milk was now running down freely between them and left patches on the tiled floor, making it slippery. Their breasts still touching together, the women rocked gently back and forth, both turning red in the face as they tried to gain the advantage. Tina gasped as she watched the women?s fingers sink into the thick, heavily veined flesh and becoming covered by it. The soft flesh began to ooze and flow between their fingers, spilling around their hands. ?GYEAAGGHH!? Fran gasped as Jo?s fingers found the hard mass of glands deep in her flesh. Feeling this firm mass, Joanne sneered into Fran?s face and squeezed as hard as she could.

Relieved that she was winning, Jo let out a heartfelt gasp of her own as Fran?s fingers dug deep, but she pulled her hands towards herself, taking a step backwards and pulling Fran?s breasts out to somewhere near their full length in the process. Her stressed orbs bulging between Jo?s powerful fingers as they sunk deep into her swollen areolas released more and more milk as the rapidly emptying sacs spurted out their fluid. ?GNNHH!!? - ?Bitch!? Fran exploded as she felt her breast tissue being almost torn from her chest. She saw her own areolas bulge and balloon unnaturally as Jo?s hands stopped behind them and squeezed mercilessly. She could not believe that Joanne was literally yanking on her boobs with such vehemence. ?YEEOWW!. What?s YOUR problem bitch?? Fran exploded as she copied Joanne?s move. ?YOU, you cunt!? Jo snarled back through her clenched teeth her orbs were crushed and her milk spurted between Fran?s fingers. ?You?ve always thought your tits better than mine. But you won?t after I?VE finished with ?em!!!? she added. ? ?


Fran decided to take her revenge and she now arched her fingers and really kneaded into them. ?AAAAGGGHH!!!? Joanne suddenly yelled as Fran?s fingers probed into the firm tennis ball sized lumps of gland tissue deep within her breasts. Jo moaned as Fran seemed to be trying to get her fingers to meet her thumbs through her burning breast flesh. Jo?s temper snapped and she suddenly tugged on her handfuls of flesh actually yanking Fran forwards a couple of feet. Fran readjusted her grip and gave several tugs back. ?Omigod! Ohmigod!! OHMIGOD!!!? Tina was babbling as she watched the bizarre tug-of-war of her two big friends seemingly trying to destroy each others breasts. ?SHUT - UP!? Fran barked at her then let out another yell and pulled Jo towards her. Both women collided breasts, like bizarre Sumo wrestlers. Jo tried to retreat, but Fran pulled Jo towards her again by her tits and taking a step forwards slammed into her. Squeezing the thick flesh in her hands and pushing with her chest, Jo fought back, pushing Fran several steps backwards. Fran resisted and threw her weight forwards. Both women groaned as they pushed and their hands hurt each other?s breast flesh. Surprisingly to Fran, Jo let out a shout and pulled suddenly backwards, losing her grip of the soaked orbs. Fran?s boobs slapped back down to her chest, but were grabbed up quickly again by Jo.

Snarling at one another it looked as though their friendship was over as they literally pulled one another across the room. It looked to Tina as though they were trying to tear each other?s tits off! Now gripping each other?s areolas, their fingertips gouged in, their full, mature glands ?popping? under the pressure and spurting their milk out between their fingers then suddenly, both women staggered a couple of steps backwards as they lost their grip, their big boobs flopping back down to their chests with a ?SLAP!? where they bounced slightly once, rippled, then rolled gently on their ribs. ?Whose squashed the flattest?? Jo demanded of Tina. ?I don?t know,? Tina said as she looked at the bruised organs. ?This is brutal!? she added. ?Stop this!? Joanne ignored her: ?One of us has got to lose!? she said in a reasonable tone and examined her ravaged breasts, touching the finger bruises and dabbing at the nail marks and scratches.

?Okay you wimp!? Fran snapped at Tina. ?If you?re too cowardly to even watch we?ll squash them together and we?ll see in the mirror whose squashes the flattest!? she said. ?Right. Your tits against mine bitch!? Fran said to Jo. ?Tit to tit, woman to woman. - That is if you?re woman enough!? she added. ?Well, if you think your tits are up to meeting mine head on!? Jo said with contempt as she slid her hands beneath her heavy boobs close to her chest and lifted them. ?These are firmer, tougher and better than yours in every way you fat old cow!? she sneered as she bounced them on her hands. ?Hey. Less of the ?fat old cow! I?m not fat, or a cow and I?m only nine years older than you!? Fran said indignantly. ?Those nine years make all the difference; my tits are much firmer than yours!? Joanne said with self-justification. ?You?ll regret it!? Fran said as she lifted her heavy orbs and lined them up with Jo?s. Each woman, firmly gripping her tits, walked towards each other and as they met, began to push them together.

Both pairs of hand held breasts pressed firmly together until they were supported by their counterparts and the women let go of them and dropped their arms to their sides. It made an amazing sight in the mirror, and for the unwilling Tina, as the big rounded orbs squashed like balls. The women grunted as they both leant into each other, their breast flesh starting to flatten and bulge out from their sides. Breathing heavily, Fran pushed her hands round to the back of Jo?s waist and began to squeeze her in towards her. Feeling this Jo instantaneously flung her arms over Fran?s shoulders and began to crush Fran to herself. Both women groaned as they felt their boobs squash, the pressure in their chests, against their lungs, building up as they squeezed. Tina quietly admired these two fit, strong women as their biceps bulged in their battle to crush each others tits flat. She still had a clear side view and carefully watched as each bulging breast squeezed out between them, each one flattened to about four inches thick. Both women grunted as they felt liquid running down between them, their crushed glands gushing out the last of their milk.

The women?s grunting grew fiercer and louder as they crushed the breath from each other. They staggered unsteadily back and forth, their faces turning purple from both the physical effort and from lack of breath. They were out of view of the mirror as sweat poured down their faces, stinging their eyes, covering their lips and dripping off the ends of their noses. Fran felt her glands forced backwards into her breast and gasped in desperation at Tina ?Who?s winning?? ??It?s hard to tell!? Tina shrugged and found herself trembling unaccountably, but continued to observe the squashing breast flesh, now turgid and shining as the skin was stretched tight. ?Joanne?s tits have squashed less than Fran?s?, she thought to herself, but - no: ?Fran?s are winning!? she corrects herself. ?No. They?re flatter than Jo?s!? she thought again. The women were squirming and twisting their torso?s slightly so that one pair of opposing tits, then the other, came in for special force.

Fran slid her hands up Jo?s back and with her arms under Jo?s arm-pits grabbed her hair and yanked her head backwards. ?AAAAHH!? ..?BITCH!? Jo yelled and pulled on Fran?s hair pushing her ass backwards and wriggling her shoulders in an effort to break free. Their boobs separated as they swung away from one another, Fran pushing her own shapely ass backwards in case Jo pulled her in for a slam. But this never materialised as they just twisted to try to escape, their breasts swinging from side to side, their shapely asses swinging in compensatory balance. The two women were now bent almost horizontal and Fran was tired of her hair being pulled and her head yanked about so, keeping hold of Jo?s hair with her right hand she dropped the left and slapped Jo?s swinging right boob with it. ?EEEYOWW!!? Jo yelled and instinctively lashed out with an equally vehement ?SLAP!? with her left hand to Fran?s right breast. Hardly had the reverberation from the slap diminished when Fran landed another vicious ?SLAP!!? on Jo?s breast. A big red hand-mark quickly appeared on the outside of her breast and after Jo gave Fran?s breast an even harder slap Fran?s breast came up in a nasty raised red hand print!

Jo quickly let go of Fran?s hair and standing upright slapped Fran?s left breast as hard as she could. ?OWW!? Fran shrieked as she let go of Jo?s hair and unthinkingly swung another slap to Jo?s throbbing right tit, then a vicious swipe with her right hand at her left stinging it and setting it bouncing. Far from retreating the now furious Joanne advanced on Fran swinging her arms in rapid succession as fast as machine-gun fire slapping the sides of each of Fran?s tits brutally. Fran repaid her in kind and Tina was left gasping by the spectacle of the big breasted women?s arms flailing like windmills, the slapping coming as fast as machine gun fire, their breasts juddering bouncing and swinging all over as the rapid volley of loud slaps made her ears ring. As quickly as it began the bad tempered breast attack stopped and both women took several steps backwards as each regarded her enemy?s bright red glowing tits, their hands equally bright red and sore. ?We?re not through yet!? Fran snapped as she scooped up her burning, throbbing breasts. ?I?ll squash yours as flat as pancakes this time,? Jo said lifting her boobs and thinking they were going to press their breasts together again.

Tina held her breath as the women walked towards each other again, their breasts held high. But this time, as they came toe to toe they stopped, boobs almost touching, their faces almost close enough to bite one another?s nose, then Fran suddenly pushed her right breast into Jo?s tits distorting them momentarily as they wrinkled up and knocking them from her hands. Then Fran took a step back. ?Come on then; If your tits are tough enough!? she goaded. Joanne did not intend to take that insult and scooped her boobs up on her hands and strode forwards, then, toe to toe, nose to nose their boobs touching Jo twisted and took a swipe at Fran?s. Despite being at such close quarters she caught the side of Fran?s left breast and the loud ?SMACK!? set Fran?s tightly held boobs wobbling like jelly in her hands and knocked her off balance obliging her to take a step backwards. ?Tougher than yours!? Jo replied
taking a long stride boldly forwards and twisting her hand held breasts back the other way, she raked them across Fran?s nipples. Fran winced as the sensitive projections stung, then she lunged forwards to punch her left breast head on into Jo?s left, their nipples bending and crushing into the flesh making both women shriek as their nipples stung. The weight of her 175 lbs body weight behind it pushed Jo backwards who, fighting for balance, tottered backwards three or four steps still grimly gripping her boobs now wobbling like plates of jelly. Fran almost ran forwards and slammed her tightly gripped breasts head on into both of Joanne?s. Their foreheads almost touched momentarily, then Jo staggered back three more steps until her ass came up sharply against a sink basin.

Fran closed in wielding her boobs left and right across the fronts of Jo?s sore areolas, and nipples, yelling out with each blow, her breasts almost pulling Jo?s from her hands as she tore them to the left, wrinkling them up. On the return swing she whacked the side of Jo?s right boob with a satisfying ?SLAP!? Jo squeezed her tits tight and punched them at Fran?s, but Fran was swinging her tits diagonally down to her right at that moment and came back up with a devastating diagonal blow beneath Jo?s breasts stinging the overhanging flesh and knocking them from Jo?s hands. Jo immediately scooped them up again and manipulating her boobs used them like fists combined with swinging her torso, and pushing herself off the edge of the sink she punched her way forwards battering Fran?s breasts left, right, and head-on, forcing Fran to retreat step by step. Loud slaps rang out as they whacked their tightly held breasts at each other?s, each woman grunting and shrieking with every blow as they battered each other back and forth across the room, slipping on the patchy wet floor and frequently dropping their sore breasts and scooping them up again. Their breasts were glowing red raw by now but none of the breathless woman showed any sign of giving in. They dropped their boobs even more frequently as their arms tired and they occasionally swung their loose breasts at one another?s.

Although she?d never done it before - Joanne adopted a technique she?d seen in a video and photographs on a website and, dropping her hands to her hips, swung her enormous tits through the air to smack against Fran?s. Fran was perfectly familiar with the method and clasping her hands behind her muscular back fought back. Tina watched in amazement and disbelief as the heavy breasts swung wildly from side to side smacking the women?s own side ribs before returning to slap into the opponent?s breasts, the flesh contorting out of shape as their battered boobs sagged and seemingly stretched. Despite the soreness of her skin as it pulled owing to the weight of her orbs Fran found the sagging beneficial as she was now getting a longer swing, but she winced as the weight pulled painfully on her chest muscles and her breasts themselves hurt agonisingly.

Jo clenched her teeth and increased the strength of her swing and their sore breasts stung as the heavy, round orbs clashed. Tina watched both women carefully and became concerned as Fran was battered backwards towards a wall, exhaustion and pain etched deeply on her face, her eyes watering from the stinging and the knowledge she was losing this titfight. Fran?s hands were now on her hips to try to ease the muscular strain on her chest and back muscles. Whether it was because she had drunk too much alcohol or whether Jo was just better it was the first she had lost in a long time as Tina stopped the fight and, with her back against the wall, Fran sank gratefully to the tiles where she sat exhausted, cradling her red raw throbbing boobs.

???? I noticed when the girls returned that their faces were red and flustered. We all looked nervously at one another. ?Come on. We?re leaving!? Fran ordered, anger written across her features. ?Why, we haven?t eaten yet?? I protested. ? I said COME ON!!!? Fran demanded. She looked very upset, so as she made for the door, I apologized, made my excuses and left. I wondered what I might have seen had I been able to see through the wall.

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Piers Knight