(The intro below has been adapted from a story called "The Fishing Shack" by Janine_G)Sienna Cooper had been dating the local stud Jake Reynolds, former captain and quarterback of the football team, ever since the two graduated high school some 10 years earlier. She'd been the senior prom queen, and voted "easiest on the eyes" in their yearbook. While her pretty face and lean-yet-shapely figure certainly fit the bill, Sienna's main advantage over her competition was located in one very specific area; from her early teens, the brunette had been blessed with a set of tits that any female would die for. Big, pert and ample, they were about as close to perfection as only 18-year-old boobs could get. There had even been an unofficial bathroom poll about whether Sienna's tits were in fact better than everyone's favorite English teacher Mrs. Barton's, who all the boys the school had (not-so-)secretly wanted to fuck.
Roughly a decade older than them, the woman had been not only buxom and beautiful, but also boasted an unmistakably large rack. Though Sienna had never learned the result of that latter poll, she'd always silently wanted to put her tits up against the young teacher's pride and joy. Part of it was simple curiosity; she was hardly the only student who'd wanted to see exactly what the late-20s woman was really packing under her clothes. But mostly, it was because deep down, Sienna had always known that her own set was better. She'd spent many sleepless nights picturing how her tight teen tits would overwhelm and out-boob the sexy, young teacher's bountiful rack, proving to everyone that while all the guys might lust after Mrs. Barton's big, fat udders, hers were the best.
Now, many years later, Sienna was working as a paralegal for a local lawyer, while Jake worked at the paper mill just outside of town. To Sienna's great satisfaction, and to many of her former classmates' even greater envy, her boyfriend hadn't let himself go after his semi-promising sports career had fizzled out, and still continued to possess a footballer's general build and body-type. Jake might have gained a couple pounds of fat since their teenage years - heck, realistically, who hadn't? - but he definitely hadn't lost any of the thick, hunky muscularity that'd attracted Sienna to him in the first place. So, not only had she succeeded in snatching up the best-looking guy in their senior year, but could take pride in the fact that her boyfriend ranked among the most desirable males in town even today.
What Sienna hadn't known, until very recently, was that all of Jake's hard work at the gym wasn't purely for her benefit. Being the old high school jock and handsome stud that he was, Jake often had his eye on some fresh meat as well... Not because his girlfriend wasn't hot; Sienna, too, made sure to keep fit, and sported a body that looked almost as lean, and was actually just a hint more curvaceous, than before. No, it was simply because he could - Jake remained popular as ever among the town's young, skanky bitches.
Couple weeks prior, the big, beefy stallion had started fucking Danielle Barton, an eye-catchingly pretty blonde who had just graduated high school - and who, not surprisingly given her last name, had an impressive set of tits. Danielle was Mrs. Barton's daughter, and seemed to have inherited all her momma's best genes. A bit of detective work from Sienna's part revealed that, apparently, the little blondie 'could fuck like a monster', 'gave better head than any sorority babe', and was reportedly 'nothing short of mind-blowing' in the cowgirl position. Safe to say, she could see why Jake enjoyed banging her. The fact that the girl's body happened to resemble that of a playboy bunny didn't exactly hurt, either.
Sienna wasn't about to tolerate any this, though. One early summer afternoon, she decided to have lunch at the diner where she knew Danielle worked and take a better look at her competition. Despite the girl's sweet smiles and happy, almost bubbly demeanor, Sienna could tell that Danielle had instantly known who she was. To her irritation, the blonde teenager looked every bit as beautiful up close as she did from afar, the generally less-than-snug waitress' outfit appearing to cling onto the girl's highly feminine figure. A man would have to be blind not to notice her. As Sienna was making her payment and exchanging faked pleasantries at the end of the meal, she slipped a discreet note between two ten-dollar bills.
It simply said, "My place. Tomorrow at 2 pm." and had a smiley face at the bottom.
She didn't need to specify what would happen once the blonde arrived. Everyone in their town knew Sienna's reputation, and the way she settled all her disagreements. Namely, with her tits.
Sienna had bashed boobs with quite a few girls over the years, and knew all the tricks worth knowing. That is, not just the basics like 'pound and pummel small, firm boobs a bit to soften them up first' or 'grind bigger, softer boobs to mush in a tight bearhug', but more advanced stuff as well. Already back in high school, she'd been busy testing her breasts against several of her classmates, as well as a few slightly older girls who'd graduated right before them, successfully taming each and every one of their sets. The summer before her freshman year at college, she'd even gotten a chance to flatten that top-heavy blonde skank Bethany, who'd been a year above her, and was famous across town for her truly massive pair, which could reportedly dish out the most epic boob-jobs known to man. Pounding those mammoth jugs to submission had been quite a challenge, but the wild sex Sienna'd had with her man afterwards easily made up for all the sweat and tears. Later on, the brunette had reigned the titfighting circle of her small, local college as the undisputed campus boob-champion. Many sorority girls had tried their luck against Sienna's rack, and promptly gotten sent back to their dorms with their tail tucked between their legs.
In short, you could say that the 28-year-old brunette was eagerly looking forward for the opportunity to flatten this uppity little skank's uppity little tits.
Danielle, for her part, had been in only two proper titfights in her entire life. She had sparred with some of her friends in half-playful 'boob wrestling' matches quite a bit more, though. You see, until her junior year of high school, Danielle had, well, been pretty much as flat as a board. And once she had developed - almost overnight, it'd seemed - none of the other girls had suddenly been interested in challenging her. Very few of Danielle's classmates seemed to have boobs big and firm enough to be able to offer real trouble against her own rack, and the blonde doubted that some old broad in her late 20s could fare much better. So she was feeling pretty confident as she rang the doorbell, only needing to wait for a few seconds before Sienna swung the door open. The woman's face did not look friendly.
"Jake's mine, Danielle. I'm going to make sure you leave him alone from now on," the brunette declared, her tone cool and measured as she took a step towards the blonde-haired girl.
Danielle chuckled at the older female's attempt to intimidate her. "Just what do you think getting your tits rammed back into your chest by my hooters is going to prove to him? That your love for him is stronger than my pussy? The one that's been fucking his brains out every other night this week? The one that drains his big, girthy dick good enough to make Jake moan my name like some shell-shocked junior high virgin?"
Good luck with that, bitch. You're gonna need it."
Sienna's eyes flashed with anger. The nerve of this slut...
"Oh, it doesn't work that way, barbie. I'm gonna beat your sexy little boobies to a pulp. Those big, plump teen boppers are going to look droopier than your grandma's by the time I'm done with them. And when Jake gets sight of them, he's going to stop wanting to fuck you altogether."
"We'll see about that. Your wrinkly ol' fat-sacks will be lucky to last five minutes against my perfect 18-year-old set..."
