Thanksgiving Thunder

Dave opened the door, and stood back as Jack and Joyce entered the house. Joyce smiled, said hello, and walked over to Hillary to greet her. As Hillary reached her hand out to shake Joyce’s hand, Joyce widened her arms indicating a hug. Hillary mimicked it, expecting Joyce to walk into the hug. Joyce closed the distance and, at the last second, launched herself forward butting Hillary tit-to-tit, knocking the blonde down. She stood sneering over her shocked sister-in-law, “That’s just a taste of what your night is going to be like.”


Dave slammed the door shut and ran over to catch his wife in mid air as she got back to her feet trying to retaliate. The rage in her eyes was something he had never seen. He had wondered how she would approach this titfight. Against Eliza she had been completely in control of her emotions, almost detached from the situation, but Joyce was something different. There was a genuine dislike and Joyce seemed to know how to push her buttons. He wasn’t sure what kind of effect it would have on his wife if she fought out of anger, and didn’t think this was the fight where he wanted to. “Honey,” he whispered into her ear, “don’t let her get you off your game. Let her have the cheapshot and pay her back in spades later, when it matters.”


“Jack, Joyce,” Dave addressed the couple, “let’s move into the dining room and have dinner. Tonight is supposed to be cordial, a time to catch up and air out any issues before the fight tomorrow.”


Joyce was having none of it. “I’m not waiting. You can eat your dinner off her flat chest after I pancake her boobs. I know the stuck up princess thinks she’s better than me, and I’m going to prove she’s not, right now. Nobody else is here so there’s no reason to pretend she’s not a stuck up bitch that doesn’t know her place. I’m going to flatten her tits, make her respect her betters, and teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. Now where the hell are we doing this?”


Jack chimed in, “Come on sis, stop hiding. Joyce and I have wanted this since the first time you two met. You’ve always walked around with your chest shoved out, acting like you're so much better than anyone else in the family. I know what you did to a couple of my girlfriends that you didn’t approve of. You’ve always been a bully, verbally and emotionally to me, and physically with your tits to any woman you felt threatened by. When you challenged Joyce last month, I finally realized that subconsciously part of what drew me to her is that I knew she could not only stand up to you, but take you down a few pegs. You’re going to get what you’ve deserved for years, and I’m going to relish every second of it. Oh, and Dave, you better stay out of the way or I’ll show you who the real man in this family is.”


Dave and Hillary just stood there, flabbergasted, for a few moments as their guests both had predatory glares trained on them. Hillary thought back to the incidents that her brother mentioned and wondered if she was the reason why he had been so withdrawn from the rest of the family. Could it be possible that she was the problem, and not Jack. Is the reason she disliked Joyce so much her fault, and not that of her sister-in-law? Had Jack been hoping that she would challenge Joyce all along?


As Dave prepared to speak again, trying to diffuse the situation, Hillary spoke up, “Upstairs. Spare bedroom. Last door on the right. Get up there and strip down to whatever you’re comfortable with. We’ll be there in a few minutes after we get ready in our room.” Dave noticed that while his wife was trying to regulate her temper, there was still much more venom in her voice than the first two times he had seen her fight.


As Dave and Hillary entered their room, he immediately started trying to sooth his wife’s anger and get her focused on winning more than her anger. “Sweetheart, you’ve got to keep your focus on beating her tits. Don’t let your anger get the best of you. Both of them know her only chance is to get into your head and hope you make a mistake. You’re better than her. Do you remember what you’ve told me and shown me twice?” Dave reached out, cupped and lifted his wife’s superb tits, and said, “Nobody beats these tits.”


Hillary and Dave walked down the hall, him in a pair of boxer briefs that struggled to contain his package and her naked under a robe. She was hoping to gain the mental advantage she had from the start of her second fight with Eliza by leaving nothing to the imagination and by taking charge of the night’s proceedings. Her thoughts were interrupted as Dave opened the door and stopped short in front of her. She couldn’t see into the room, and was about to ask Dave why he had stopped when she heard her brother’s voice, “What’s wrong Dave? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”


Dave couldn’t answer immediately. He was staring at the first man to ever potentially be more well endowed than himself, Jack’s unit sticking straight out at him as if it were challenging him. Joyce was there naked, as well, displaying the thickest bush he had ever seen and tits that were as high and firm as Hillary’s and easily a cup size or more bigger than his wife’s. He knew he couldn’t delay any longer, and retorted, “Sorry, I expected a bit of decorum, but I should have known you two would flaunt yourselves like the lowlifes you are.”


As Dave finally stepped forward into the room, Hillary was uneasy about what she might see. As her opponent and her brother came into view, she couldn’t stifle a gasp at his size and a gulp as she took in Joyce’s full body for the first time. She had been pretty sure that Joyce was somewhat bigger, both from the previous times she had seen Joyce and the chest bump downstairs, but she couldn’t process the fact that her tits looked so big and full.


“What’s the matter, Hillary?” Joyce said matter of factly, “You didn’t actually think you were going to be in my league, did you? All those looks you gave me, like you didn’t approve of how I dressed or acted, are going to come back to bite you in the tits tonight. I’ll help you in your confusion, miss priss. I dress to minimize my rack. Even then, I’ve got enough to make wanna be tit queens like you jealous. I love getting women to underestimate me, and challenge my boobs, only to leave them on the floor holding their beaten sacks of goo, and you’re next. Now get that robe off, come get your tits whipped, and take your punishment from the woman you wish you were.”


Hillary just went through the motions of taking off her robe, feeling outgunned by the tits in front of her and hesitant about the thick carpet of fur she might end up sticking her face into by the end of the night. She couldn’t find the words to get started and just walked forward, waiting for the titfight to begin. And begin it did, but not with the bang of the first encounter downstairs. The two combatants allowed their nipples to gently touch for a moment, waiting for the first electric shock to run through their systems, before slowly, gently pressing their boobs together until one pair began taking over the space.


“Look down at them Hillary,” Joyce chided, “do you see my breasts already causing yours to compress? What does it feel like to know that your tits are so scared that they’re already trying to tuck and run before we’ve even really gotten started? Look up at me, now! You better snap out of it and bring your best game, you uppity priss. I don’t want any excuses after I annihilate you.” With that Joyce shoved forward with her tits, sending Hillary stumbling a few steps backwards, and then danced around like a boxer scoring a fight winning knockout.


To Dave’s relief, Hillary finally looked to be regaining her normal fight demeanor. The taunting and the shove seemingly worked to return her to the moment and help her formulate a plan of attack. She knew she had to stay cool and not let her hatred of this domineering bitch get her off her game. Joyce’s tits were formidable, but she was sure she had beaten better in her younger days and would do so again this time around.


Dave relaxed even more when his wife spoke in her nonplussed fighting tone, “I’m sorry to say I’m going to disappoint you tonight Joyce. You and my sick freak of a brother are going to watch me teach your tits a lesson and humble and humiliate you in a way you’re never going to forget. I’m going to beat those sandbags off your chest. Jack is going to get harder than he ever has watching me slap the tits off of his overstuffed whore and your disgusting Wookie snatch is going to go unattended until Jack picks up the pieces when I’m done with your fat ass. That’s enough talk, for now, let’s get started on cutting you down to size.”


Hillary stalked forward, looking for an opening to strike. Joyce shimmied her larger tits at Hillary, moving somewhat laterally, searching for an angle to launch her attack from. As they got within range, Hillary tried to dip and fire a quick uppercut to the undersides of Joyce’s rack, but she wasn’t quick enough as her sister in law sidestepped the shot to Hillary’s left. Hillary’s large breasts distended painfully and slapped back on her chest with a thunderous clap, seconds before Joyce buried the front of both of her larger tits in the side of Hilary’s left boob, reached her arms around her foe, and clasped them together for a brutal side bearhug. Joyce displayed excellent strength as she leaned back and lifted Hillary’s body enough to get both of her feet off the ground, intensifying the pressure in the side of her breast and being rewarded with a sharp scream just seconds into the fight.


“Don’t give up yet, slut, I want to take my time and break your weak tits down piece by piece,” Joyce whispered a taunt. Joyce bounced Hillary in the bearhug, creating even more piercing pain in the side of her left jug, and whispered again, “Do you feel it bitch? Do you feel me already destroying the outer wall of one of the overrated boobs you’re so proud of? Do you feel your destiny tonight? Do you feel the dread of knowing how utterly destroyed you’re going to be when I’m done? I hope you don’t. I hope you’re stupid enough to fight to the bitter end. I’m doing this for your brother. I’m doing this for every girl you ran out of his life with your breasts. I’m doing this for every woman who has been intimidated and bullied by some insecure cunt like you. Mostly, I’m doing this because you deserve it.”


Joyce didn’t want to overexert herself too soon in the fight and set her opponent down. She quickly grabbed Hillary’s arm and spun her so that the combatants were face to face, then locked her wrists around Hillary’s forearms and began tit boxing her opponent. Hillary, relieved to be in a more familiar position where she had a chance to fight back, grasped Joyce’s forearms and returned fire. Hillary was landing as many blows as her opponent, but there was a clear advantage for Joyce that everyone in the room could observe. As the women swung their tits from the side, bottom, top, or straight forward, Hillary’s always had more give to them. Joyce was knocking her around the room, the positioning of their hands on forearms giving the imagery of a bizarrely intimate dance. Every time Joyce backed Hillary up near a wall, Dave would yell for his wife to watch out and she would spin their positions only to be battered back by Joyce in another direction.


The pace they were keeping was furious, and both women were already drenched with sweat. Joyce, buoyed with immense confidence, furiously landed a series of head on shots knocking Hillary onto the bed on the far side of the room. As Hillary laid on her back, trying to regain her senses, Joyce quickly straddled her on the bed, grabbed her wrists and landed three quick boob bombs from above. Hillary screamed out at the impact, each time a little louder than before, and began to whimper as she anticipated the next blow. After the third bomb Joyce got off her foe, scooted forward, and planted her pussy directly on Hillary’s face.


“Do you smell that bitch!” Joyce yelled. “Do you taste that? Is it sweet enough for you? Is the fragrance of a real woman overwhelming? Do you wish you could grow up and have a juicy, succulent bush like me? How many pussies have you eaten, Hill? Am I going to pop your tongue’s muff cherry? Do you feel my juices starting to flow already? Your tits aren’t shit compared to mine, but at least beating you is getting me hot enough to start flowing in anticipation of the night I’m going to have with your brother after I fulfill his biggest fantasy. Okay, that’s enough fun for now. Time for you to get back on your feet and get your tits whipped some more.”


As Joyce got off the bed and backed to the middle of the room, Jack walked over to Dave and said, “Lose the boxers, little man. I want my sister to be able to see just how outgunned her man is while my wife pummels her tits to mush.” Dave just stood there, dumbfounded, trying to process everything that was happening. His wife was sobbing on the bed, trying to pull herself back up to continue a titfight she didn’t seem to have any hope of winning and her brother was taunting him about the lack of size of his dick, something that Dave hadn’t even considered as a possibility unless he stumbled onto a porn set.


“I said lose the boxers! Either you take them off, and willingly show that both of you are outclassed here, or I’m going to take them off you and pummel your cock flaccid in front of our women.” Dave backed a few steps away, grabbed the band of his boxer briefs, and quickly shed them. He hadn’t felt shy, or awkward, with his member exposed in years and, despite the amazing sexual tension in the room, was only semi-erect. He looked over to see his wife, anger pouring forth from her eyes, getting ready to continue her titfight.


Hillary stumbled towards Joyce, sore and exhausted from the beating and humiliation she had already received. As Joyce reached out to grab Hillary’s arms, and renew her control of the fight, Hillary dipped quickly and drove her tits into the underside of Joyce’s funbags. Dave saw his wife secure her arms around her sister in laws back, in a move nearly identical to Joyce’s initial attack from the side, and lock her breasts into place in the undersides of Joyce’s larger, firmer breasts. Instead of lifting and piercing the way Joyce did, Hillary chose to piston her shoulders alternately putting pressure on one tit or the other while backing Joyce toward the wall.


Dave, excited that his wife had turned the tide, began to encourage her. “Puncture her overstuffed tits Hill, break her tits and her will so she’ll know her place from now on.” He watched as Hillary flattened her opponent against the wall, both women groaning with each piston of Hillary’s tits, tears beginning to form in Joyce’s eyes as her boobs were pummeled from below.


Both women’s tits had reddened, and were showing early signs of bruising, and the difference in firmness was melting away. Hillary had regained her confidence and decided it was time to start breaking Joyce down mentally. “Do you feel that bitch? Do you feel my tits literally knocking the stuffing out of yours? Do you feel your tits beginning to break? Are you looking forward to waking up with pancakes? Answer me!”


Hillary began asking a question, and as Joyce tried to answer, shoving her tits into the undersides of the pair on her trapped opponent. The pain and humiliation were increasing with each thrust, causing Joyce to get more desperate for escape. She had to figure a way out of her predicament and the physical positioning left her with no options on that front. She formulated a plan, one last ditched effort to goad Hillary into letting her go.


Joyce gasped, “I had you beat bitch. Ugh! But I wanted to beat you tit to tit. Oh fuck! And I let you go to fight you like a woman. Dammit my fucking tits!” With that Hillary held Joyce against the wall, knew that she was being baited into giving up a winning move, and decided she wanted to do it anyways. She took several steps away from the wall, arched her back to lift her tits, and said, “I could have beaten you right there. I know you were trying to bait me, but you’re right, I want to beat you tit to tit so there’s no doubt who’s better. Now take a look at my tits, Dave’s dick, and my pussy because that’s where your mouth is going to be when I beat you. Then you’re getting smothered out. It’s time you learn what every woman before you has learned,” Hillary gently cupped and lifted her breasts, “these tits don’t lose.”


Joyce slowly stepped away from the wall, massaging her aching tits, with a hate filled glare and addressed her opponent, “You still think you’re better than me. You think you’re better than everyone. That’s why you’ve always been such a bitch. That’s why you’ve tried to make me out to be the bad guy here. The dirty looks, the smugness, the snarky, condescending comments. I was giving you the benefit of the doubt that your motivation was some misguided attempt to protect your brother from women that weren’t good enough for him, but really you’re just a grade A cunt who can’t stand the idea that she’s not the center of the universe. You’re just some conceited bitch who literally thinks she’s better than everyone. I’m going to burst that balloon, and your balloons, right now.”


The men both cheered on their women, but in a more reserved manner than usual, due both to the personal level the confrontation had reached and the sheer physical intensity up to this point. The women walked together, right arms high and left arms low, for a mutual bearhug. Both women groaned loudly as direct contact was made for the first time in what felt like hours. The men could see little difference in the firmness of the jugs in front of them. Four nearly perfect breasts had been reduced to four increasingly reddened glands, with a visibly noticeable loss of firmness, and bruises rising on the pale and olive skin of their possessors.


It seemed like the end should come quickly, but it didn’t. Minutes passed by with both women alternately grunting, straining, shrieking, and crying. Breath was labored and intense. Talk was kept to a minimum as every last ounce of energy and resolve was being channeled into their warrior peaks. Arms strained as breasts punched into one another without ever losing contact. Nipples were used to drag their counterparts up and down and side to side. Boobs were used to smear and smother their opposition. Tissue was being broken down, gland by gland, until a true winner could be determined.


An agonizing scream, accompanied by a head thrown back, finally broke the monotony. Joyce couldn’t contain herself as, for the first time in her life, her nipples had failed her. Hillary’s pushed the inwards, causing them to go flaccid. Jack looked distraught while Dave simply told his wife to finish the job.


Hillary, invigorated by the moment began to pick up her pace. She squeezed with as much power as she had left, trying to drive her tits through her opponent’s chest cavity. She was going to do it and just wanted to get to the finish line. She knew she had this bitch beaten, that all the concerns she had faced tonight would be vanquished in a few moments.


Finally, it happened. One combatant bellowed out a shrill scream, loosened her grip, and placed her head on the shoulder of her opponent as her tits failed her. Her opponent slipped both arms underneath to continue the bearhug, locking them together so high on the loser’s back that it forced her arms straight up into the air, and squeezed with all her might. She whispered something into the loser’s ear, got a nod of acknowledgement, released her and stepped back.


Joyce spoke, “Hillary, you know what to do.”


Hillary nodded, cupped and lifted her boobs, and said between sobs, “These tits, just lost.”


“Before you get to start worshipping your betters, I want you to tell me, your brother, your husband, and especially yourself, why that happened.”


Hillary, seeming despondent and nearly sobbing uncontrollably, said, “Because your boobs flattened them. You could have beaten me easily. You knocked my tits all over the room, had me down and beaten, and allowed me a chance to get back to my feet boob to boob with you. I got you at a disadvantage, where your tits couldn’t fight, and worked them over enough that I thought I had taken away your advantage and could win. I was wrong. Whenever our breasts faced off, yours were better. Even when your nipples failed, your boobs were still drilling into mine, destroying them.”


“Your reign of terror and abuse over your brother, and all the women in his life, is finished. It’s time for you to pay up, now get over here and start by worshipping my tits.”


Hillary obeyed as Joyce, her confidence fully returned, began to taunt her. “Are you sure you’ve never lost before, Hill, cause your mouth seems like a natural for tit worship. Maybe you’re a closet lesbian who didn’t know how to express herself and turned to fighting and intimidation.” As Hillary switched tits, Joyce continued, “Oh fuck, I need to have you do this more often cunt. You’re fucking magical. I’ve never had someone get so much of my tit in their mouth before, maybe Dave’s cock actually is worth something after all.”
Tiring of the tit worship, Joyce pulled Hillary’s face down to her crotch, forcing her to her knees, and thrusted forward. “Remember this Hillary? Do you remember my magnificent pussy being in your face earlier? I told you that was just a sample and you’d be back later for the main course. But first, you’ve got something you need to do to your dear old brother since your sad sacks lost.” With that Joyce grabbed Hillary by the hair and began marching her, on her knees, over to Jack who was at full erection.


Dave, who had been silently watching in shock as his wife had been beaten, sprung into action. “No way fucker! She’s your sister, you sick fuck! There’s no way…” Dave was cut off as Jack grabbed him by the throat, pinned him to the wall, and pounding his dick into Dave’s which seemed to retreat from the confrontation.


“We had a deal. The stakes were known before the fight and now my bitch sister is going to fulfill them. Unless you want to join her in getting your best attribute dominated tonight, you better stay the fuck out of my way. If you wanted different stakes, you should have said that before everything was agreed on.”


“No fucking way,” Dave said, “there’s got to be something else that you’ll accept.”


Joyce laughed, and said, “We thought one of you might be chicken shit once I won, so we came up with an alternate to this portion of the stakes. Hillary gets on her knees and Jack whacks himself off until he cums all over her face and loser tits. Then we continue with her eating my pussy before being smothered out by the best tits in the family. Finally, you losers stay in here and we take your bed for the night. It’s that or she’s sucking her brother, your choice.”


“You can have our bed,” Hillary weakly chimed in, “just don’t make me put his dick in my mouth.”


“It’s settled then,” Joyce said before turning to Jack. “Honey, why don’t you come over here and cover this saggy titted old whore with your love juice?”


Jack began feverishly stroking his fully engorged cock, just inches from Hillary’s face. It took him a while and he taunted his sister about her loser tits being why he couldn’t get off as quickly as he usually did, before finally unleashing a geyser that seemed to cover from her forehead to the bottom of her large breasts. His jiz got into her eyes and as she began to try and wipe it away, Joyce yelled, “No! Leave it there bitch. I’ll tell you when you can wipe your eyes clean. Until then, you’ve still got work to do and I don’t want you to see it coming.”


Joyce pulled Hillary’s face into her waiting bush and gasped as her opponent’s tongue went to work immediately on her while Jack, but not Dave, grabbed his phone and started snapping pictures. “Oh shit, Hillary, there’s no way you haven’t done this before. You must be lying about never losing a titfight before. Either that or your some kind of oral pleasure savant. Whatever it is, you’re really getting the job done.” Joyce arched her back, tightened her grip in Hillary’s hair, and let out a guttural moan as she drenched her sister in law’s face with another deluge of cum.


As Hillary’s eyes were still nearly glued shut with two copious amounts of come sprayed in them, she never saw the breast smother coming. Joyce kept her grip on her opponent’s hair, and pulled Hillary’s face into her awaiting cleavage. Hillary didn’t even fight as her oxygen supply was quickly cut off and she began to lose consciousness. Her sobbing slowly ceased, then her breathing became ragged, and finally she succumbed to the darkness.


With Hillary unconscious, an exhausted Joyce laid her body down on her back on the floor, spread eagle. She proceeded to reverse face sit her defeated sister in law and strike a victorious double bicep pose. Jack, with his dick back to nearly full attention, walked to her left side and presented himself to her. Joyce eagerly took his full length in her mouth, still holding the pose, as Jack snapped a few more pictures with his phone.


Dave thought it was the hottest, most erotic thing he had ever seen. As he surveyed the scene, he saw his wife’s tits, splayed out to the sides of her chest, heaving slightly. Her skin flawless except for the deep red discoloration, and appearance of what would become bruising, on her previously unbeaten breasts. Her eyes closed, both from her lack of consciousness and the crust that was forming from the inhuman amounts of cum her brother’s cock, and sister in law’s pussy, covered them in. Joyce was glowing. Her olive skin glistening. Her tits were a bright red from the contest, and they were noticeably less firm and perky than the beginning of the night, but they had proven to be superior. She was almost smiling with Jack’s rapidly engorging manhood in her mouth. At that moment Dave picked up his phone and snapped his one, and only, picture of the night.


“Let’s go champ,” Jack suddenly said to his wife. “It’s time to leave these losers to wallow in their shame while we fuck like animals in their bed all night.”


“This was fun Dave,” Joyce added. “We should do it again some time. In fact, I think your second rate wife will be seeing a lot more of me in the future. She’s great with her mouth and sometimes that’s what a real woman wants. Let her know that she’s going to service me anytime I want from now on. If I show up at her office, she’s going to go down on me right there. If I’m eating breakfast at the table here tomorrow morning, she’s going to crawl under it and get in a morning muff dive. If she even thinks about not serving her better, I’ll destroy both of you with the video. Oh, and if you ever think of trying to do something about it yourself, I think we can all see who’s got what and Jack would slap your dick silly and show you what a real man is.” Then, with a mock sweetness and lightness Dave had never heard her speak with, Joyce waved playfully and said, “Toodles.”


Dave stood there naked, exacerbated, and more turned on than he had ever been. He contemplated marching down the hallway and challenging Jack immediately, until he heard his wife begin to stir. He started to move over to her when he realized he was still holding his phone with the picture of her defeat on display. For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like if he showed it to Eliza at work on Monday. Maybe he could even send it to her as a text tonight. Would he be able to goad her into a third fight while his wife was still recovering? Would she get as much out of it as he did? Would Billy be willing to join in the festivities so he could test himself before challenging Jack? As he began to tend to his defeated wife he had a million questions, but none was more prominent than, “Halloween and Thanksgiving have been the best holidays of my life. Even if Eliza won’t do it, can I still get Hillary to fight someone for Christmas?”