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« Last post by ninjoe42 on October 21, 2025, 06:34:55 PM »
Just a fun lil story I've had bouncing around my head for a while.
I was stoked. No, more than that, I was absolutely giddy with excitement. A confluence of factors had aligned in my favor, and I sat in the car vibrating with glee.
I had gotten a text from an old hookup buddy, Daniel. Never a girlfriend, we were just a comfort blanket for each other many years ago. When we were both single we saw more of each other, or as an indicator that our current relationship was nearing its end. There was never much in the way or romance, just a sexual chemistry that we were eager to share and explore.
But alas, I was taken, and comfortably so. Daniel was disappointed but understood. Though that didn't stop her from firing one last desperate salvo in my direction, hoping for the easy lay she remembered so fondly, "I'll titfight your girlfriend if you want."
She knew my proclivities, she knew my desires, and most likely this was just meant to tease me. But I of course asked my girlfiend Christine if she would be interested. I was just joking after all! Haha! Unless...but no, just joking...but can you imagine?!
But unexpectedly, Christine could.
"So this is where we just make our boobs fight right? Like in the video you showed me?" she asked. She glanced down at her own substantial beasts filling our her t-shirt. Christine was sort of built like a female dwarf, of the lord of the rings variety. She was short and stocky, with broad shoulders, wide hips, and a big powerful chest. She was pretty though, in a very 'salt of the earth' kind of way. Distinctly feminen, but strong.
"Yup," I said, anticipation mounting, "Just boobs versus boobs till someone gets flattened or gives in."
"No weird stakes right? Like crazy strap-on shit or being someones slave or you're going to leave me?" she asked. She was still looking at her chest, bringing her arms together and feeling them move on her body.
"Nooo no, it'd just be for some harmless fun," I replied. Though I'd probably agree to anything at that point.
"Alright, could be fun. Text her a yes and go start the car, I'll be out in a few," she said with a shrug.
That was fifteen minutes ago. The car was running, and my heart was hammering in my chest. Daniel had confirmed the 'appointment' and awaited us eagerly.
The car door opened, "Alright, let's get this overwith," said Christine. She had applied a touch of makeup and changed the t-shirt for a revealing club shirt that loosely covered each breast with a long and flowing gap down the middle. Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra, hung heavy and threatening looking.
"I just want you to know," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "that I appreciate the fuck out of this, and I will absolutely make it up to you."
It sounded lame, but she was apparently touched by my sincerity, "Thanks for saying so. Who knows, maybe it'll be fun?" She kissed me on the hand, and looked down at her cleavage. She pressed her big boobs together with her hands, bulging them out and deepening the cleavage to preposterous levels. "I hope I lose!" she said.
I paused, replaying what she had said before replying, "You hope you...lose? The titfight?"
"Yeah, I kind of want to lose," she confirmed, giving her firm boobs a little bounce.
My cock was instantly at attention, but I tried to play it cool, "That's surprising, can you tell me why?"
Christine shrugged, her tits giving a little bounce, "I don't know. My tits are like, super tough and big. Might be kind of hot to see them get knocked around a little. She'd have to be pretty big to beat me though. Is she big?"
"Oh, yeah definitely. Probably comparable to you," I said mentally comparing them, suddenly picturing Christine's tits on the losing end of a confrontation.
"Eyes up here hon," Christine said, but she was still playing with her tits while she said it, so it was an unreasonable request.
"Yeah I know," I said.
"Oh my god...you want to see me lose too?!" she gasped in mock outrage.
"I mean, not no! But not yes either. I just want to see the fight!" I tried to recover, fearful I was about to lose something priceless.
She pouted (I think) and lifted her tits up, presenting them. "Don't you want your girlfriend to have the best tits? What joy would you get seeing her big tits punishing mine?" she gave them a little bounce.
'Punishing mine'. Those words echoed in my head and replaced whatever was meant to come out next, "I just-I mean it'd be great to just..." I sputtered out.
"I can't believe you want to see these-" she pulled the halves of the dress apart, her tits bouncing free in glorious and dramatic fashion, "get beaten!" her nipples were rock hard. She had a cocky grin on her face, she was in full tease mode.
"I uhh...." I soliloquized.
"You're doing it right now, aren't you?! How dare you imagine her big tits slamming into mine-" she slammed her hands into her breasts with a heavy slap, "hurting them-" she slapped them again, sending them bouncing around her chest, "taming them, AH!" she shrieked at the impact, breathy and high.
The interior of the car suddenly felt very tiny. "Holy shit..." I murmured.
"And I'm sure she wants to win, doesn't she? She'd be all too happy to abuse my big tits until I'm flattened!" She drove her balled up fists into the center of her breasts, crushing them against her ribs and moaned pitifully. "That [bitch/i], knocking my tits around in front of my boyfriend. Probably while he strokes his cock, watching my tits get whipped."
I couldn't help it, I pulled out my throbbing cock as she kept abusing her tits in front of me, struggling to free myself in the car seat. Christine looked at it with excitement and lust, I was already leaking precum. She locked eyes with me and slapped her tits again, moaning at the impact. "I think you're losing," I whispered, heady and dizzy with lust, prompting her to engage further in the fantasy.
"Fuck!" she cried out suddenly, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She slapped one of her tits from below, bouncing it up and letting it fall heavy. "Oh you bitch! Don't do this to me!" She began slapping her tits at regular intervals, sometimes one and sometimes both at the same time. She was storytelling, but the cocky grin was still wide and satisfied. "Oh my tits! She's so big and firm, she's hurting me!"
I started stroking my cock fast and hard, an orgasm already chambered and more than ready to go. "Oh fuck, she's knocking your jugs around so bad Christine."
She cried out again, squealing or moaning with every slap, "She is! Oh no, not that, oh fuck!" she began flicking her finger tips over her hard nipples, letting out a long low moan and she battered them around and then slowly inverted them. "Oh my nipples! Her nipples are fucking my nipples! Oh fuck it feels so good!" Her hand shot down beside the car seat and she yanked the lever, the seat reclining all the way back in an instant, her tits rolled over her chest from the momentum.
I did the same, turning to watch her drama while keeping a death grip on my cock, "Keep going," I whimpered.
Christine kept slapping and slamming her own tits, battering and abusing them. "Get off me you bitch!" she moaned at her imaginary attacker. With finality she slapped her palms against her tits hard, harder than she had done before. She screamed at each slap, a mix of pleasure and pain. "Oh fuuuuuck!" she moaned, pressing her tits flat against her chest, "Oh you win! Oh Daniel, your tits win! Fuck, they're bigger! They're better! You're taming my weaker tits!"
I felt my cock surge in my hand as an orgasm begin to boil up. Christine's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, stopping the pleasure. I moaned in despair at her denial.
"You want me to what?" she moaned at the imaginary Daniel, "you want him to what? No! No I won't!" another viscious slap to her own tits, "Okay okay! Fine! He can cum on my tits! Just stop flattening me!"
I scrambled like a mad man, kicking off my pants so frantically that Christine briefly broke character and laughed. I leapt across the seat and straddled her chest, slapping my painfully hard cock between her big tits, now red with abuse. Without ceremony or sense, I began pumping her frantically.
She moaned and squeezed her tits around my cock, hard, a whole nother layer of abuse. "Oh god, fuck them! Fuck my big beaten tits!" she moaned "Daniel's bigger better tits flattened me so good!"
I groaned and fucked them faster.
"Say it," she said in a husky and daring whisper.
"Your tits are so weak!" I choked out, "I loved watching you lose! She flattened your loser tits and now I'm going to cum on them! Daniel's big tits are better than yours! Daniels powerful nipples fucked yours! Oh shit I'm gonna cum!"
"God yes! Cum on my big beaten tits! She made me her bitch! My big tits are hers now! I'm going to suck her better nipples and hold her better tits up for you to fuck and-SHIT!"
I exploded cum all over her. She squeezed her tits around my cock as tight as she could, trapping me there. I spasmed like I was having a seizure and she shook her tits over my cock, stroking out ever last drop. I finally collapsed backwards and sideways, falling awkwardly across the seats. I lay there, panting and frazzled beyond recognition.
"Now, I'm definitely going to lose," Christine said with a wink, massaging her abused and fucked tits.
"Shame," I breathed.
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