Scream Queen

After the narrow loss to young starlet Ariel Winter, Sonia was itching to get back into the titfight game. With the contact info that Ms. Winter provided, Sonia was able to contact her first choice via email with a CC to Ariel for verification of her legitimacy. A few quick discussions, followed by a video chat that devolved quickly into a topless taunting fest, led to a trip to Metairie, Louisiana shortly before Fat Tuesday. Starting out trip this way, and finishing with our first Mardi Gras in New Orleans, seemed like

Having access to the exclusive Metairie Garden Club neighborhood, and especially the $12 million dollar mansion of real estate mogul Joseph Canizaro, was a treat even if we can’t stand his politics. The best part was that there would just be three of us in the enormous home for the night. Obviously I’m one. My beautiful bride Sonia is another. The third is her opponent, a quirkily attractive and hauntingly pale blonde who has survived being a child star and is currently part of a network TV ensemble.

With my bride’s standard fight style and stakes agreed to (no hands, loser gives verbally then pleasures the winner’s tits to satisfaction), the three of us now stood in the middle of a ridiculously large great room. Sonia was her usual self, decked out in her fighting suit of a skimpy leopard print thong and barely there black kimono hanging open. She was 5’2”, 120, with her big 36D bombers looking fantastic, the half dollar caramel areolas bumpy with excitement and anticipation and pinky thick nipples standing at their half inch erectness. Her opponent stood completely naked, her skin absurdly pale, a cocky grin on her face as her large tits (she said 34C or D depending on the bra) rose and fell with each breath. She was slightly shorter at 5’1”, only a single pound heavier than her foe, and at 20 years old she was half the age of the Colombian cougar I called my own. Her areolas were a medium pink and only the tiniest bit smaller than my wife’s, and her nipples looked to be nearly the same length with only slightly less thickness.

“Lose the kimono you old hag and show me your worn out old pussy, pussy.”

“Oh, Little Miss Sunshine, talk all you want but I’m going to make you scream and call me your queen by the end of the night.”

“That’s hilarious. I’m sure in your day people nearly fell off their horse and buggy when you so cleverly worked in little tidbits of their lives into your feeble taunts. You can call me Abi for now, and the better woman after I’m done crushing your fat sacks in front of your husband.”

******

As I backed off to give them the space they would need to fight, I began to truly appraise the situation. Sonia relieved herself of her kimono, and her thong, and stepped up to the young blonde. I noted that the younger woman’s body seemed somewhat thick, but soft. Her legs, hips, ass, stomach, arms, etc all seemed less fit and defined than my bride’s. The difference in tits also appeared to be surprisingly obvious. While Sonia’s nipples seemed to be just a miniscule bit thicker, everything else was in her favor. The actress’s tits were definitely smaller and, in what had to be a huge ego boost for my wife after she encountered Ariel Winter’s jam packed wrecking balls, the visible firmness seemed solidly in the favor of the older woman.

With newfound confidence, Sonia stepped into Ms. Breslin and brought their nipples into contact. Both women seemed to inhale a yelp at the electric first touch, with my bride continuing to initiate the action and pressing her breasts slowly but firmly into the pale globes that dared oppose them. She smiled, seeing the famous glands give way to her own, with my estimate being about 75% of the space between them belonging to her tanned orbs. The blonde finally did something other than talk and stand there, as she began moving her torso in an oddly angled manner, not so much avoiding contact as inviting it in a way I had never seen before.

I was obviously not the only one who was confused by this as my wife’s face went from a smile to a look of shocked discomfort. The actress switched her angle every few movements, seeming to aim to the right for a few strokes and then the left for the next few. Sonia finally reacted and reached out like she was going to go for a bear hug, only to have her forearms caught by the young boob battler. This allowed a greater range of motion for the TV hottie and she used that to withdraw her breasts almost out of contact with their opposition before each angled motion stabbing back in. The pace was deliberate and the pain became so much that Sonia let out a guttural growl and dropped her head with her eyes closed.

I still had no idea what the devil was going on. I had seen those BMDs destroy some truly phenomenal tits, and hold their own against the impossible tits of Ariel Winter, and every indication was that they should be dominating tonight. I had never seen the panic, and confusion, that my bra busting babe was currently exhibiting in any of her fights before. As she whimpered at whatever the discomfort was, I saw a cruel smile on the ends of the lips of her tormentor, as she continued to almost saw away at the tits she was inexplicably beating.

Suddenly, the aggressor spoke, “Should we show your man what I’m doing to your pathetic tits? I wonder how he is going to react when he sees the first step in your eventual demise? Get your answer ready bitch. When I pull away he’s going to want to know where those fat nipples of your went.”

I couldn’t hold back my shock, and blurted out “what?!” as the blonde pulled her tits back far enough to separate the two pairs. Right there were my bride’s beautiful bombers, showing some serious reddening around the areolas and with her always proud nipples having gone into hiding. They were barely bumps on the front of her boulders, apparently sawed into submission by the unique strategy of her opponent.

******

The blonde wasted no time taking advantage of my wife’s inability to wrap her head around what was happening. Maintaining her grip on Sonia’s forearms, the actress began firing uppercuts into the bottom of the firmer globes. She settled into a rhythm, that wasn’t a rhythm, firing one tit at a time without a true pattern to it. Left, left, right, left, right, left, left, right, right, right. While doing this, and keeping up her truly unusual approach to fighting on full display, Abi did mimic Ariel’s move of driving my wife back into a wall.

Providing even more evidence that the roles she had taken through most of her career are indicative of the oddball she is, Ms Breslin decided against keeping my wife pinned to the wall. Instead, she used her grip on Sonia’s forearms to pull her off the wall, stick her meaty hip and thigh into the midsection of my bride, and twist her torso to throw Sonia to the ground. No sooner had my wife landed, with an oof suggesting the wind was at least partially knocked out of her, than the blonde was sitting astride her waist and using her hands to keep the older fighter’s arms pinned down. “I guess in this position you would say something cheesy like ‘I’m the bomb’, so here goes.”

The young blonde slid back enough to line their tits up and began dropping boob bombs down with sneaky quickness. Her handhold was such that she essentially dropped a boob bomb, did a pushup to get back into position, and dropped another. She was able to show surprising fitness, considering how soft yet thick her body appeared to be, and was showing little sign of slowing down with a good 3 or 4 bombs being dropped per minute. My wife was in agony as it became difficult to distinguish where the rattling of the floor from each boob bomb began and the rattling of the walls from Sonia’s screams ended.

I couldn’t help but be taken aback, even in the moment, at the difference of these last two fights compared to their years of predecessors for Sonia. My beautiful bride has almost always been the adventurous one and the aggressor in her fights. So few women had been able to stand up to her tits, and the few good fights had almost all gone her way. These young Hollywood starlets were a different breed from anything she had encountered over the years. While Ariel was pretty sweet and fought a straightforward style, she was stacked and in incredible shape for her build. Abi was a bit more wild, much more predator than mere competitor, and I was struggling to see how Ariel had been able to beat her and then tell my wife that the blonde was floppy and arrogant and would lose to Sonia.

******

It happened so quickly I almost missed it. Sonia shot her arms out to the side, causing Abi’s hands to go with them, and endured another boob bomb from the blonde just so she could try and force her arms around the back of her tormentor and slap on a bear hug from below. The move worked and the actress grunted in frustration before lifting up enough to pull my wife’s back off the ground, get her own bearhug around my wife’s arms and back, and roll to the side.

The combatants began flexing their grips, grinding the dueling sets together, as they lay on their sides. I could only see Abi’s eyes, and the fire blazing in them were a sight to behold, but it was obvious that the women were talking to each other. Nothing was loud enough for me to hear, but I could only assume it was a discussion that resulted in an agreement to reset the fight on their feet as both women uncoiled their arms.

The young actress sprung up quickly and stepped back. She had worked up a decent sweat but her breathing seemed fine to me. The activity had brought out some muscle tone that wasn’t initially visible under her slightly chubby outer layer. Her tits were still not particularly firm, but they looked to have changed little from the start of the fight with the biggest visible difference being the pinkish hue they had taken on from the repeated contact with my wife’s pair.

Sonia was much slower to get up, first getting to one knee and then slowly rising to a full standing position. She looked to be making a concerted effort to not cradle her rack, and as she began to slowly move into a position that gave me a better view, I could see why. She was noticeably less firm than usual. Her breasts were a mixture of deep red and purple, with obvious bruising at its beginning stages. Her labia, and inner thighs, were soaked. I wasn’t sure if that was unique to this fight or if getting turned on was why she always wore her thong. Face flushed, she was breathing deeply as she shook out her arms and legs before attempting to re-engage her opponent.

Despite the damage she had taken up to this point, Sonia’s tits still looked to be slightly firmer. Her more well muscled body was glistening in the light, with the exertion of the night highlighting just how toned she was. Obviously wanting to try something different, my bride raised one arm above her head indicating that she wanted to clasp hands and put the emphasis back on just the quality of the battling teats. The blonde had a cocksure, sideways smirk going on and seemed happy to oblige the older woman.

******

With their hands locked together above their heads, the tit battle was rejoined. Sonia couldn’t suppress a moan as her breasts were invaded by the still fully erect nipples of the blonde. As their flesh came together fully, it was obvious that the difference in firmness and density that had been wildly in favor of my babe at the start was nearly gone. Both women began firing short shots into the other’s breasts from close range, as that’s all their clenched fingers would allow, with my wife clearly making the more anguished sounds.

“You’re not giving up yet, are you grandma?”

Sonia just glared at her opponent’s taunt.

“Good. I’ve having fun beating the shit out of your tits and don’t want to stop yet. From the looks of your stanky little cxnt, you’re enjoying it almost as much as I am. Is that why you’re doing this, why you’re titfighting younger women? Is your sex life dried up and you need to do something to get yourself, and your husband, turned on? I can’t believe Ariel said you were such a tough fight for her. After I’m done with you I think I’ll have to take another shot at her overrated tits and even the score.”

While the blonde was talking, I noticed a change in the way my wife was fighting. At first I thought she was starting to shy away from the fight and was on the verge of quitting. After looking a little closer, I realized that she was changing the angles she slung her tits into the blonde’s so that she avoided those rock hard tips as often as possible. The first sign that it was working was when Sonia’s vocal reaction to contact was returning to normal while Abi’s was rambing up in both volume and frequency. The older woman took advantage of the current state of her tits and started firing shots from the bottom, top, and sides, using her still bigger and firmer tits to slap painfully into the set that had abused them so badly during the fight.

******

Again I nearly missed the sudden move that changed the tenor of the fight. Sonia, seeing that her opponent was losing the cockiness that she had displayed all evening, and sensing that she could seize control of where and how their tits would do battle, ripped her hands free and slapped another bearhug on the blonde with her tits safely under the younger woman’s pair with the thick pink nipples aimlessly pointing over the top of her bronze boobs. Despite being twice the age of her opponent, Sonia showed off the conditioning and strength she had acquired from her still semi-frequent rounds as a nurse and her workout routine by lifting the blonde fully off the ground and bouncing her as my wife’s tits bored into the undersides of the pale orbs.

“What do you have to say now bitch?”

The actress didn’t respond. She simply tried to pull the Colombian woman’s arms apart, and when that didn’t work, went back to the tactic of responding with her own bearhug around the arms and back. She began whimpering a bit as Sonia would bounce her slightly, while still holding her up, allowing her bigger tits to gain purchase a little closer to the breastbone each time. Sonia then surprised me, and her opponent, by walking her to the wall while still suspended in the air in a bearhug. I had seen my bride muscle many a woman around while beating their tits, and was surprised when Ms Winter had been able to outmuscle her, but it was still surprising to see her do this to someone so young and so thick.

Once she reached the wall, Sonia allowed the blonde’s feet to touch the floor, likely in a move to keep her own arms from tiring out before her work was done. Releasing the bearhug, she began grinding into the undersides of the white teats, using the sturdiness of the wall behind her foe to ensure she was maximizing the pressure applied to the opposing glands. Abi tried to push away a few times, but Sonia was simply too strong for her and didn’t appear to be in the mood to allow the young woman to try another creative tactic like the one’s that had given her such an advantage early in the fight.

Leaning into a grind against the wall, Sonia said, “The reason I’m so horny right now is because I took your best shot and knew if I got you back on your feet I was going to deflate your droopy little girl titties.”

Sonia then braced herself with her hands on the wall and began and all out assault with her boobs. She was firing double barreled shots from each side, uppercuts, taking little hops to sling her boobs down on the top of the blonde, and only slowing down slightly when Ms Breslin’s nipples made clean contact with her tits. The younger fighter was clearly wilting under the assault when my wife once again took the lead and stepped away from the wall.

“I’m going to give you a shot the only way you can win. Bring those pitiful tits over here and let’s grind it out head on until someone quits. You can put those fat nipples right in the middle of my areolas and I’m going to grind right through them. Each of us puts our right arm over and left arm under and then we bearhug again and don’t stop until you quit.”

“Your mistake you old hag, my nipples destroyed yours and they’re going to finish the job on your geriatric boobs. Then you’ll probably cream yourself again when you get to tell me how great they are and suck on them until I’m satisfied.”

******

I anticipated a quick resolution, but that wasn’t in the cards. For the next several minutes, that felt like an eternity, the women ground away at each other’s tits without regard for their own. Sonia bellowed out at first, those fantastic nipples of the young actress doing serious damage, but either became numb to the pain or was able to wear them down in the tightly compressed battleground. My wife’s tits looked to take over the space after a while, only to see the blonde’s boobs show a resilience I didn’t think they had as the pushed back. Absolutely drenched with sweat, the combatants lowered their heads to the shoulder of their counterpart and again began whispering below the level I could hear. Occasionally one of the fighters would tighten their grip and try to surge forward enough to coax a submission out of her foe before settling back into the rhythm of the battle.

Something caught my eye and I glanced over towards the entryway to see that we weren’t alone. Standing there in the shadows was an older woman, even older than my wife, who was still obscenely hot at 58 years old. Even though I wasn’t sure how long she had been there, I knew she was there because of her cast mate’s titfight. She acknowledged my look, gestured that she would remain in the shadows, and nodded back towards the fight as an indication for me to resume watching it. As I refocused on the tit battle before me, I couldn’t help but be even more aroused that Hollywood’s perfect body, Jamie Lee Curtis, was also observing this encounter.

Just like that, the end finally came. One battler loosened her grip, felt the other woman tighten hers in response, and mewed loudly as she was crushed flat. Tears filled her eyes, probably at the realization of defeat more than the physical punishment that had been endured, and her lips quivered. The women whispered something to each other before the winner slackened her grip and spoke:

“Who won?”

“You did.”

“Why did I win?”

“Because your tits are better. No matter what I did, I could never match up to your superior boobs. I’m just a little girl and no tricks could make my tits as good as yours.”

“Good, now get to work showing my tits just how great you think they are.”

The young actress quickly dropped her head to my wife’s magnificent rack and ravaged them with her mouth. She panted and she eagerly suckled them, leaving strings of saliva hanging off each one as she kept switching from one to the other with more vigor each time. Sonia didn’t bother hiding her arousal and the blonde was clearly very skilled with her mouth and my wife’s twat began dripping in response. As the winner said it was enough, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head as I saw Ms Breslin’s co-star standing completely naked a few feet behind the fighters. As she cleared her throat, Sonia nearly jumped through the roof and spun around in shock.

“Congratulations. Don’t be alarmed, I’m not here for you. My busty little co-star learned the hard way who the real scream queen is, and now she has some work to do every time she loses a sexual contest to anyone. Abi, get over here and use that special mouth of yours to get me off.”

We walked out with the vision of the blonde, on her knees, with her tongue buried inside the snatch of the smoking hot woman that has been an object of desire for 4 decades. Sonia was sore, and her tits had probably taken even more punishment than in her loss to Ariel Winter, but it was just the beginning of our vacation and Mardi Gras was less than 2 weeks away.