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

[Augur]

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.


***


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."


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To be continued...



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

(Edit: Chapter 15 is now complete!)