I handed a stretch stocking to Callum, who didn?t notice, as he was too busy gawping open mouthed at Fran?s impressive bust, which she had just lifted. ?Hey!!!? Carol snapped at him.
?I mean prove your flabby fat bags against my tits you stupid cow!!? Fran said. ?So. You ARE ready to have your fat soft little tits pulped by mine!!? Carol grated as she walked towards Fran on the springy surface, dropping her heavy boobs and dropping her hands to her wide hips. ?That?ll be the day! Bitch!!? Fran snarled back spitting the last word out explosively and releasing her own heavy hangers took a step across the pad towards her enemy, her hands now on her hips.
Because of the sprung surface of the pad, their boobs bounced and swung as they walked, their heavy, basket ball sized gland rich orbs stretching the rest of the breast tissue as it hung from their chests, the extraordinary sight drawing both mine and Callum?s eyes. Both girls were wearing just their G-string briefs and their huge boobs swung from side to side above their waists and bounced gently as they moved toward each other on the springy surface.
?So! This flabby milk-cow thinks her tits are tougher than mine!? Carol challenged. ?No. I don?t think they?re tougher than yours. - I KNOW they?re tougher!? Fran stated baldly. ?So prove it!? Carol said suddenly straightening and pushing her ample breasts out. ?Yeah!? Callum suddenly said in his enthusiasm. ?Show us who?s the best!? he goaded. Carol turned and glared at him for a moment. ?Mine are best Callum, and I aim to beat this cunt?s tits to shit!!!? she growled.
And with that each woman took a step towards her equally busty opponent, her hands on her wide hips. Still almost two feet apart their breasts met and Carol nudged Fran?s rack with her own pushing them across her chest. ?Oh Yeah?? Fran said as her breasts swung from the nudge. ?Yeah!? Carol retorted. Boobs bouncing, each woman withdrew a step and rammed them together, both women bouncing backwards a step with each shove, both still goading each other with their ?Yeah?? -- ?Yeah!? dialogue. They paused, red in the face.
Fran reached behind her head to tie her hair in a ponytail, the awesome sight drawing appreciative stares from Callum, much to the annoyance of Carol. Pulling her ponytail to the front, Fran stooped forwards ensuring her 11 or 12-inch long tits swung forwards her familiar, hard nipples standing rigid. Her three inch areolas were not as big, or as dark as Carol?s but still pretty impressive. When she stood up again she cupped her hands under her voluminous boobs to ease the weight of her orbs for a moment, then dropped them, where they rolled on her chest and lower ribs for a couple of seconds, their natural firmness and surprising pertness displaying them to their best advantage.
?Showboating bitch!!? Carol spat and not to be outdone reached behind her head to tighten her pony tail tie, her breasts thrusting out in front of her as she did so, a determined look on her pretty face. At this angle it looked like her hardening nipples were trying to rival Fran?s. Because Carol was a little smaller than Fran and her torso a little slimmer (while her ass and thighs are fatter) the illusion of her tits being bigger than Fran?s was achieved.
But her nipples and areolas were certainly no illusion! They were clearly bigger than Fran?s and looked just as firm, her brown areolas covering most of the front of her big rounded breasts, her nipples as thick as thumbs. Fran stood waiting with her hands on her hips, her abdomen drawn in. Carol knew this and deliberately stooped forwards to shake her boobs from side to side, deliberately slapping them together then letting them settle. Then she stood up straight.
Finally, Carol dropped her hands onto her hips. ?You ready now?? Fran asked in an exasperated tone. ?Yeah. Ready to kick your ass!? Carol snarled, facing Fran. ?Hold on!? I said. ?What about these - to make sure it doesn?t turn into another brawl?? I asked waving the limp black stockings at them. ?Oh yeah. I forgot!? Fran said. ?Do I HAVE to?? Carol said sounding like a recalcitrant schoolgirl. ?No, you don?t have to, but this is to stop this from turning into a messy catfight!? I said. ?You DID agree to it!? Callum pointed out. ?I think we can be trusted to behave; after all, there?s a lot at stake here,? Fran calmly said. Both women gripped their wrists behind their backs, which had the effect of thrusting their tits out even further. Callum and I watched this amazing sight and retreated to our chairs to watch.
?I?ll enjoy seeing some humility from you, you arrogant bitch!? Carol breathed, her gaze not faltering from Fran?s face, then began striding cautiously forwards, her huge boobs swinging in circular motions. Fran moved towards Carol to block her, but Carol dodged to one side, then the other, Fran swinging from side to side in front of her to block her. The two women were both ?thick set?, but certainly not fat as with their hands behind their backs they circled, their huge orbs swinging suspended seemingly from the thinner ?neck?s of their breasts, the flesh stretching as the heavy objects swung harder as suddenly, - they smacked them audibly into each other.
The icy looks these women glared at one another as the noise of their firm fighting tits ripped the air were betrayed by the obvious heat of the fight as their faces grew redder and their tits grew redder and seemed to begin to swell up from the stimulation of their first encounter. Their areolas were dark red and shiny, their thick nipples fully erect and hard, which they used to good effect by jabbing them into the now sensitised meat of each other?s tits and areolas
Then Carol darted forwards to rush Fran and barge her out of the way with her boobs or knock her over, but Fran would not be moved and the right sides of their chests met with an audible ?THUMP?, their ribs reverberating. ?Ouch!? I thought, ?That MUST have hurt!? as they squashed. Both women barged their loose breasts at each other two or three times more followed by a rapid volley of slapping sounds as the big gland filled bags laid into each other as the women twisted their shoulders.
Their ?H cup? boobs (each almost a foot long) flew through the air as they pounded one another, the loud, heavy slaps betraying the sheer weight of each huge orb. Their big tits rolled and swung vigorously around all over their chests as each women struggled to dominate the other, their long pony tails swinging behind them. Her feet spread wide for balance, Fran tried to use the weight of her chest to push Carol backwards. Carol wasn?t taking that however, and barged back as hard as she could.
In the next instant, Fran gasped as their breasts met with a loud smack, then parted to be slammed together again as the determined Carol rammed her chest into Fran?s again and again. As the women fought ?tit for tat? (or should that be tit for tit!) grunts of exertion and anger squeezed from their lungs as they bodily shoved each other across the mat. Their big boobs juddered and swung each time they parted, but they looked, incredibly, firmer, their thick nipples longer and thicker and their areolas, stimulated from the physical contact, darkening and mounding up on their breasts. ?My tits will beat yours to mush!?
Carol asserted breathlessly between heavy slams as she arched her back to thrust her boobs beneath Fran?s, pushing them upwards. As her boobs bounced back down to her chest and juddered Fran fought back battering Carol?s tits with her own, twisting her back and broad shoulders swinging her heavy orbs at her, dragging Carol?s breasts with her hard nipples, across her chest. Carol cried out at the painful pull on her breasts as they stretched from her chest muscles, tearing at the muscles and skin. She pulled them sharply away in the same direction. Their suddenly released breasts bounced back down to their chests and swung for a moment before the two women slammed their big fat boobs together again. This time they squirmed and twisted this way and that, both gasping and grunting hard as their tits fought, smacking each other from side to side.
Then they really got started and went at each other at breathtaking speed, each woman?s boobs clattering across her opponent?s. Callum and I both found ourselves urging our partners on. The women seemed equally matched as they tore one another?s boobs around each other?s chest. This was literally on the edge of the seat stuff and the two girls gasped insults at each other as, with their hands behind their backs, they swung their huge orbs. Callum, I noticed, was clutching at his groin as he shouted advice and encouragement to Carol.
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