Tijuana, 2006

[Shindy]

Disclaimer: I think this fight will be too tame for this board, but too rough for the TF board, so I decided to put it on here. If you want a visual image, think of Jasmine as Tera Patrick and Milagros as Mason Maraconi

Tijuana, 2006. I was across the border on another drinking binge. The bar was a favorite, not just for me but for everyone. It was called, simply, Chicks and Booze. That's what it was. Lots of hot, naked Mexicanas and lots of drunk men.

Enrique owned the place. A good guy, a great bartender, but a big slut. He fucked the "head" stripper, her name was Jasmine and she was gorgeous, with dark skin, dark eyes and long dark wavy hair, big implants and an attitude that oozed sex. As part of the bar's attractions, there were often "tit-fights". Jasmine, with 34DD surgically enhanced titties, was the undefeated champion. At 23, she had made a fortune.

Tonight she walked around the bar in a G-string feeding test tube shots to the patrons from her ample cleavage. She had already made over a grand in tips.

It was around 1:30 am when Milagros walked in. She was 19 or 20 years old (no one really knew) and had been seen around town quite a bit. People had been comparing her to Jasmine, but what people mostly had been talking about was that all were pretty sure that she was also fucking Enrique. Milagros had straighter, artificially lighter hair than Jasmine, and she also was one of the few people in Tijuana with bigger surgically enhanced tits. She sat down at the bar in almost nothing and began to flirt with Enrique openly. Enrique ate it up and Jasmine's temper began to flair.

She went at Milagros quickly and everyone saw it happen. Both women were beautifully sexy and well built, but as Jasmine got close, everyone also saw the Milagros won out in the bust category. As she got in range, Milagros spun to face Jasmine, who's hands were up to slap her foe, but what actually happened was much different. Milagros's hand shot out and she grabbed Jasmine's big nipple and areola on her left breast. The crowd roared as Jasmine shrieked with Milagros's twist and pinch and then Jasmine fell to her knees, her hands instantly grabbing Milagros's wrist. Jasmine's eyes went wide as Milagros held her in place by that move and leaned down and whispered something to her. Jasmine's eyes, revealing her pain, still flashed with anger as Milagros laughed, released her foe and waltzed out of the bar. The crowd tittered a bit and then returned to normal activity. Jasmine and Enrique had a vicious argument, only to lead to make up sex all over the bar. By 4:30 am I had passed out in a corner and by 5 am, the bar was empty. I opened my eyes to see Jasmine bent over a table being reamed intensely by Enrique. Jasmine had a white knuckle grip on the edges of the table when Milagros walked in. None of us noticed her until she was standing in her G-string in front of the happy couple with a wad of cash in her hand.

"Bitch..." hissed Jasmine.

"Here's the money, you over-the-hill whore. Let's do this right now, Enrique and that drunk gringo will be the witnesses." She pointed to me.

Jasmine got up, pushing Enrique away and motioned everyone, including me (thank God), into the titfight room.

The two women were at each other in minutes, huge mammaries slamming into each other, nipples digging deeply into titflesh, and bodies slamming back and forth. The fight was brutally one-sided. It was obvious.

Jasmine was getting crap kicked out of her.

After fifteen minutes, her tits were red and swollen. Milagros looked as though she had been on a walk in the park. The two fighters drove together again and like two bucks, pressed against one another, locked horns, and then Milagros easily drove Jasmine back into the wall, flattening her massive mammaries with her own powerful rank. Jasmine moaned. Enrique knew better than to cheer, and I kept my mouth shut for hopes of getting a chance with either.

I watched as Jasmine swung her shoulders, her big breasts sagging for the first time that I had ever seen. Her now-floppy tits smashed into Milagros, only to bounce back. A look of futility washed over the previously undefeated titfighter as Milagros unleashed a brutal assault that left Jasmine on the floor, on her ass, cradling her wounded bosom. Milagros taunted her, telling her to get up. Jasmine shed her first tear. Her second came as she watched Milagros prance over to Enrique, stroke his cock and ram her tongue down his throat.

The rage got Jasmine to her feet. Milagros met her charge full on and barely moved. She winced a bit but didn't move. Jasmine bounced back, in obvious agony. Enrique jumped in and broke up the match. He declared Milagros the winner and I was forced to agree. Jasmine watched as he made out with Milagros again. He told Jasmine to get dressed and to return in time for work tomorrow. Jasmine hung her head in shame as she trudged out of the bar, defeated by her arch rival....

to be continued.

[MikeJV]

Loved it, very enjoyable. Yes, please do continue it. On a personal note, I'd LOVE to see a rematch with high stakes... like the loser gets "non-surgically un-enhanced"... by the winner. (to be blunt, winner rips out loser's implants) That's just my preference on what I'd like to see happen, doesn't have to be yours tho.

ps: that does NOT mean she dies, but short of some major plastic surgery, her tits are basically destroyed.

MikeJV

[Catwacher]

I'd second that notion of MikeJV's! Maybe not ripping them out. How about punching them useless instead? A busted implant is as worthless as a ripped out one? ;-)

I had a lousy day at work, and this story cheered me right up Shindy. Yours always do!

Keep the fists coming!


Cat

[catfightfan2011]

cant wait to read the next part of this story, hopefully we see a comeback for the champion and she can destroy the new intruder