Sims 11

[Gradius]

Sims 11



A long night of Fun



Seated in the Shallow living room many of the women, their first time being inside the mansion couldn't help glancing around, openly or surreptitiously. Betty, Ashley, Pauline and her mother however found greater interest in the women gathered together by June. It might be that they were the only three that knew why they were all here, but despite the friendly, inane banter there was an undercurrent of hostility whenever certain eyes met.



Heather and Hannah's catfight at the festival was well known and yet the pair sat together comfortably chatting easily, wearing matching cream blouse and skirts. The only difference was Hannah's stockings. Ashley grinned in malicious enjoyment as she raised her hand, forcing Ruby to bring her another drink. Whatever she said to the redhead in the French maid outfit had Ruby "accidently" spill the drink across her legs. Fortunately Ashley was between her and Pauline and, with the other musician's help they kept the hot tempered blonde from jumping the redhead.



Constance Shelley also being here was something of a surprise, with her well known reputation for writing for tabloids. Wearing a V-necked blouse and pair of slacks the tall and attractive redhead, who's glasses only seemed to highlight her good looks, stood apart from everyone else. Mags had been here as well, to the shock of many, though if she thought about it, Bob didn't seem that put out to see his mother marching up the stairs. Wearing a green long sleeve chiffon and black jeans she stomped off after June, shortly after the raven haired cougar had strutted downstairs to greet them, into the kitchen. All in all there were ten of them gathered here, if she counted Ruby. She hadn't seen Candy anywhere so maybe Brian had been reading too much into what she said...



*****



"You want to have it out in private cow?" Mags growled, bust heaving under her thin blouse. Nipples very evident under the material as the auburn haired woman hadn't bothered with a bra.



"You only wish." June sniffed, pouring out two glasses of wine and pushing one gently towards Mags. A brief hesitation and she picked it up, sipping carefully only after June had done the same.



"I've already proven I'm the better woman, so if I'm going to deign to fight you again...I want stakes."

"You want...what?"



"Stakes, Maggie dear, clean out your ears." June smirked around another mouthful of wine.



Mags Newbie regarded June Shallow warily now. Considering what she had Ruby wearing tonight Mags had begun to wonder just what kind of relationship the two women had. So she took a swift drink to fortify herself before responding. "Before I agree I'll want to know what you have in mind."

June's lips curled as her mouth opened...



*****



"How come you didn't get one?"



Betty shrugged in response to Pauline's question while Fatima merely shook her head. Around the room the other five women had been handed slips of paper.



"If you were to choose a woman present you'd want to fight with, write it down, with one possible other." Ruby stated in a bored tone, before heading off to the kitchen.



Ruby's instructions had been received with nervous laughter, but Betty noticed Hannah and Heather had been very quick to put pen to paper, as had Ashley. Pauline and Constance were a bit more thoughtful, but through it all Betty and Fatima regarded one another nervously. It could only mean one thing that they hadn't been given an option to choose an opponent.



Mags and June emerged from the kitchen, Ruby following with a tray of fresh water and ice, just as Constance started scribbling, the former's face looking a bit pale. "So..." June clapped her hands loudly, beaming as she regarded those around her...the chosen of Riverview. "I imagine quite a few of you are wondering why you were invited, while others can guess only too easily."



Some more nervous laughter.



"Have you ever felt the need to really just cut loose." June asked, strutting into the center of the room. In that moment it dawned on Betty that, for such a large and sumptuous interior, it was sparsely furnished, with the seating arranged along the wall. "Had some bitch you wanted to just drag to the ground for putting you on the spot or flirting with someone she shouldn't?"



"Bitch knows it." Ashley muttered, shooting a venomous look at Ruby that leaned up against the wall. There was some muttering among the other women, as well as some tentative nods. Women could be just as prone to violence as men, but society tended to frown on the idea of them getting physical. Though ironically enough it was other women that tended to waggle their fingers if a fight broke out, while the men enjoyed the entertainment.



"However, there is also the stigma that comes with bearing the marks of an altercation." June pointed out, grinning as she knew she'd snared her audience. Then, to the surprise of only Constance, she carefully, but swiftly, pulled off her sundress, standing proudly in just a pair of silk panties. There was a collective intake as those who had never seen the top heavy milf's guns got their first look. "So, in regards to that I propose using the weapons God himself gave us to settle any issues."



"Wait, so these names you asked us to write..." Constance asked, shooting to her feet.



"The women you'd like to...quite bluntly...bash tits with till one of you quits or gets her boobs squashed flat." June replied matter of factly.



"So how come Betty and Fatima didn't get one?" Pauline now called out.



"Oh, that." June's smile grew wider as she pointed to the entrance to the foyer. "Because their opponents have already been chosen."



Honey had a demure smile on her face while Candy smirked widely and openly as the two blondes appeared at the entrance. The younger, pink tipped blonde wore a simple, pink bandeaux that struggled to contain it's cargo and a pair of blue hot pants. The older Honey wore a simple flannel shirt that showed off her cleavage and blue denim mini skirt. She'd even found a cowboy hat to go with her boots as she posed alongside Candy. Three of those in the know shared a smile at the stunned looks on the other seven, while Ruby only rolled her eyes.



"That's...she's..." Pauline stammered. Betty got swiftly to her feet and marched over with such an intent look on her face that both blondes tensed. However the brunette simply snatched a convenient napkin from a stand and a pen from Hannah's hand, presenting it to Honey.



"CanIgetyourautograph?!" She said rapidly. Honey blinked in surprise, then laughed good-naturedly, quickly scribbling her signature even planting a kiss underneath for good measure. There were stars in Betty's eyes as she wandered back to her seat. Even as she sat Honey's eyes had turned to Fatima. She liked what she saw. After being in the business as long as she had, she could spot the signs. This was a woman that, outwardly, had the look of a typical demure housewife. Under that, however, chafed a wild woman that resented being shackled. Concealed under the outfit she would judge that Fatima had a mid, to low sized Double Ds. So in her bracket if still smaller. Her gaze shifted upwards and her nipples suddenly stiffened under her shirt.



Fatima's stare was steady and it was clear she was assessing Honey as she was herself being studied. And there was no concern or worry there, Fatima's eyes flicking up and down rapidly as if dismissing what she saw. Oh yes, Honey decided. Maybe she wouldn't be as much fun as June in the after-fight, but this mature was no pussy. Meanwhile Candy had flounced over to sit down next to Betty, chatting animatedly with the startled brunette. The daughter had the look as well, Honey decided. Candy would be in for a challenge if she let her guard down. June shifted herself to brush shoulders with the blonde, shaking Honey out of her study even while she slipped back on her dress. The smile the two shared wasn't subtle and the heat in the room rose even higher.



"Now then." June held up the pieces of paper. Immediately five pair of eyes went to their hands in shock. While they'd been staring at blonde perfection, June had gone around and pulled their slips from nerveless hands. "Betty and Fatima already have their opponents chosen for them. I will be facing off against Maggie there. That leaves the six of you to pair off."



"Four," Ashley stated. Rising smoothly from her seat, the tanned blonde marched up to Ruby, pressing her chest firmly against the redhead's. The hostility radiating from the two made it clear that if refused Ashley wouldn't be participating tonight. The blonde sneered. "You feel saggy skank. I'm going to enjoy returning the favor."



"Four," June agreed drily, studying the slips between her fingers. There was a slight widening of her eyes as she ran over several and they flickered across rapidly across the couches, eyes lingering too briefly for those watching to get a fix on who she'd been looking at. In the interim she place six slips into a small bowl. "Well, well, well... To be clear, the fighters will be, Pauline against Hannah and Heather against Constance. Apologies to the first two, but you're the odd ladies out. We'll let Lady Luck determine the first three matches. After that it'll be Betty against Candy. Then I'll flatten Mags and we'll move onto the main event of Fatima taking on Honey."



Mumbling began in earnest now as women turned to one another chattering quickly and studying the one they'd be up against. However, there was one final matter to be settled. "How do we know what goes on here won't be shared and some of us humiliated?"



"Simple," June pointed at Ruby who shoved Ashley back with her chest and stepped quickly around the corner. When she came back she was carrying a small video recorder. "The fights will be recorded, with everyones face on full display. We are all in this together ladies. If one of us gets outed, we all get outed. Though some of us will care more about their reputation than others..."



There was a collective glance across at both Hannah and Constance, the two known journalists in the room.



"Now then, Fatima and Honey are our main event, so they'll go last, while Mags and I will set the mood before them.." June continued briskly, pulling out a snack bowl and stepping into the center of the carpet. "I'll be placing all your slips into this little bowl here and, as the guest of honor, Honey will select the order of events. If you please..."



Sashaying over to the noirette, Honey gave the room a smile, before dipping her hand into the bowl. She rummaged around exaggeratedly, to ensure there were no suspicions of shenaxxxxns before pulling one out. She studied it quickly then spun it around for all to see. "Hannah!"



Pauline immediately jumped up. "You mind," she turned to Betty, grinning. The brunette rolled her eyes, getting to her feet and undoing the straps across the Japanese woman's back. As the material fell away, Pauline thrust her chest, bullet shaped breasts popping out dramatically. Perfectly conical, and tipped with an intimidating sharp spike, Pauline's boobs were nothing to sneeze at. In no way the largest in the room, but clearly in the running for most attractive, no woman there could doubt the firmness behind the Asian woman's Ds as she shook them in Hannah's direction.



The light haired brunette snorted, unbuttoning her blouse and shaking it free. Her bra was silvery satin and was clearly carrying a heavy load as Hannah reached behind her back to undo the clasp. Besides June and Heather, every other woman leaned in to study what spilled out. Double Ds easily the slight hang came from simply just how full the orbs were. Deep and rounded her pink areola and nipple seemed small compared to the massy tits. Shaking out her hair and rising to her feet, Hannah stepped out of her heels and onto the carpet. "I'm a bit out of practice," She remarked smoothly. "But it's like riding a bike. Once you get back into it, it all starts coming back.

"

"Alright dearies, you have thirty minutes to see who can squash the other first. However, in the event that we get to a point where one woman is clearly dominating, each is required to give her top, bra or otherwise, to a trusted second. To throw in the towel, just in case." June stated as Pauline and Hannah started towards her.



Both hesitated looking back at the women that had assisted them undressing before setting their feet on opposite sides of June. The former was almost a head shorter, with boobs almost a cup sized smaller, but her eagerness bespoke an experience that immediately reminded June about what she'd heard from Nancy and Jamie. Hannah had a slightly fuller figure and probably a few pounds on Pauline which probably went into her larger bust as well. And her fight against Heather had displayed a level of skill that went beyond her having just casual experience. "Also, just for bragging rights, could our gladiators let us know what weapons they'll be using?"



"32E!" Hannah declared, an amused look on her face, raising her arms to display the hefty orbs. Pauline rolled her eyes in response. "With a DD bra."



"34D." Pauline said in a bored tone. She gave her tits a wiggle though. "Same sized bra. Probably bigger than what Hannie over there'll need after we're done."



Whistles and catcalls followed the declaration and June licked her lips in excitement. Fingers played with her watch, setting it for thirty minutes. "After which we'll leave it to everyone's devices on who actually won. So without further ado...go!"



June quickly leapt back, setting the timer running. Just as quick Hannah twisted her torso to strike at Pauline's tits along the outside with her right tit. However, Pauline was faster, and demonstrating her veterancy, forwent a swing, to take a swift step forward and instead stab her firm boobs into Hannah's. The move caught Hannah's right breast on it's inswing, both orbs squashing together firmly, but Pauline's left punched into the softer tissue where the teat and chest met. The light haired Hannah gave a sharp yelp and back step from the blow, then another squeal when her Asian adversary now performed her own swing, sending the taller woman staggering, arms waving wildly.



Just as it looked like she would fall, Hannah caught herself and kept her balance. She glared across at Pauline who grinned in response. There was no woman in that room that didn't know the only reason Hannah wasn't on her ass at the moment was because Pauline gave her a pass. Even as she got herself properly set Pauline was in motion again, swatting Hannah's boobs together from the left, then their right boobs splashed together again. This time, though, Hannah was ready for it and, as the orbs recoiled, her left smacked against the inside of Pauline's right, setting it wobbling outwards...but she also took a nasty WHACK when the curvy Asian's left tit slapped the outside of her left. Hannah grimaced, but still managed to snake her arms around the smaller woman's waist.



"Big mistake..." Betty sang from her position on the couch. Squirming together, Hannah attempted to position her larger breasts over Pauline's. However, the busty Asian woman flung her own arms around Hannah's shoulders, pulling them tightly together and even forcing the brunette to bend slightly. Her original plan a bust, Hannah now rolled her boobs around Pauline's attempting to overwhelm her with pure mass. In the middle of this, however, her eyes widened and a sharp squeak of pain escaped pursed lips. Betty nudged her mother, whispering loudly. "Paulie's got a pair of the hardest knockers I've ever gone up against. No way in hell I'd go for a hug this early in a fight."



Heather scowled briefly, turning back to the squirming women. "C'mon Hannah, just hammer her ass."



"Yeah, I got it!" Hannah gritted out, pushing against Pauline's grip, the breasts slowly peeling apart.



Grimacing in effort, Pauline finally gave up trying to maintain her hug and delivered a spiteful swat that had the other woman's tits jiggle before letting go. This, however, just seemed to anger the other woman and she gave a wild swing...that connected solidly and loudly. Pauline gave a shocked squeal, and swung on reflex at the same time Hannah also automatically twisted her body in the opposite direction. Their right tits collided brutally, piling up against one another. Yelling in surprise the pair stumbled apart massaging their wounded glands.



Though it was early in the match, neither had been expecting so sharp so blow and therefore had not set themselves up for it. Neither pair of boobs was significantly damaged, it had simply been the unexpected pain. However each reacted differently. Hannah was content to take the time to massage away the early pain. Pauline though...she had her reputation to think of. Eyes narrowed and lips pursed as the lithe Asian leapt at the statuesque brunette.



Boobs smacked together loudly, but Pauline again got the better of it, Hannah's left orb jiggling delectably. She managed a clumsy retaliatory blow that scraped across the tip of Pauline's right tit, both women giving moans as their nipples crossed. Again, Pauline recovered first, her D's smashing into Hannah's doubles with a series rapid blows. Hannah staggered, but rallied, slamming her hefty orbs across Pauline's with a growing ferocity. Five minutes on and what had once been a one sided affair now looked like an actual fight, both women hammering away against one another enthusiastically. And that enthusiasm reached their audience.



"Get her Hannah!" Heather shouted.



"Flatten her Paulie!" Betty called out.



Lines were drawn as Candy, Ashley and, surprisingly Ruby joined Betty in cheering on Pauline while the older women hollered for Hannah. Standing close together June shared a smile with Honey, the latter running a finger over the other's blouse where June's nipples stood out starkly. The gesture, however, was noticed by Fatima who filed it away for further consideration before a sharp WHAP and a pair of feminine squeals drew her attention away. Hands on each other's hip, Pauline and Hannah kept banging their right breasts repeatedly, both orbs wobbling dramatically now with each solid impact. Hannah's leg shifted slightly and abruptly her boobs speared into Pauline's, nipple to nipple, both women yelping sharply, jumping apart.



"Fuck it!" Hannah abruptly growled and, to the surprise of everyone there, wriggled furiously out of her skirt. Kicking it aside, wearing only a pair of pink satin panties she leapt back at the waiting Asian woman. Pauline grunted and Hannah squealed with each impact, the willing beauties glands crushing past each other with increasing pain. And with the pain came increasing violence as they now swung the hefty mammaries harder with each pass, sweat now beginning to spray across the carpet from the force of the collisions. Attacking each other with abandon now, both lost sight of their audience, only seeing the other woman hurting her, as they hurt back in turn.



Betty bit her lip in sudden worry as Pauline staggered against Hannah's solid sounding blows. Her, Ashley...even Jamie had breasts similar in size to Pauline, so she'd never seen, or heard of, her friend going up against a woman with clearly larger boobs. The longer the fight went on the more it seemed like Hannah was getting the better of the collisions. Oh she knew Pauline could take it, the girl adamantly meeting every one of the brunette's swings, but Hannah was relentless in her heavy boob strikes against Paulie's smaller tits. And her soft squeaks were now deep, belly grunts each time their boobs clapped together.



Heather nibbled on a nail, biting down hard as Hannah stumbled from a particularly vicious shot from the lithe Asian girl. Pauline pounded her boobs mercilessly against her friend's, and while Hannah was fighting strongly there was a pitch in her cries that made Heather nervous. She knew from experience that Hannah's tits were surprisingly solid despite their size, having only recently gone up against them. And they were bigger for Christ's sake. There was no way that little skank's tits could be...Heather jumped as her friend wailed and flopped down to her knees.



Hannah clutched her chest, sitting on her haunches. It took her a second to realize that she was down around the incredible pain. Even her fight against Heather hadn't hurt this badly. "Sorry..."



The voice was soft, and for her ears only. She glanced up, eyes blurring at Pauline's sympathetic and hurt face. "Nothing personal, but in front of a crowd I tend to lose control. Think you can get up?"



Hannah grimaced, struggling...not physically, but mentally. Pauline's blows, now that she could think, had always hit in around the same spot. Not perfectly accurate, but close enough, to wear down the breast tissue before finally punching through the firmness to the soft underbelly, so to speak. She COULD get up, and continue fighting. But the thought of Pauline's wrecking balls slamming into her undefended boobs caused her to sweat. Still...she made the effort...finally sitting down completely and waving her hand.



Betty whooped, leaping off the couch, while Pauline spun around and waved, smile bright on her face, and Heather rushed forward, to help up her friend. Pauline turned back again, the smile leaving her face. "Sorry." She said again. "Good fight."



"Not really," Hannah chuckled shakily, the room going silent. Those more experienced knew that this was the brunette's moment. It wasn't uncommon for women to straight up quit after getting beaten...and beaten badly. And while Hannah had been game, it was clear who had been in control for the bulk of the fight. Then she straightened up. "Just means I need to up my game for next time."



Pauline smiled again, and embraced the surprised older woman, before trotting over to where her friends waited. "Well then, we got our first round over and our first winner." June declared, stepping back onto the carpet with Honey. "Now let's see who's up for Round two."



There was a collective intake as Honey's fingers dipped into the bowl, again digging around exaggeratedly before plucking out another piece of paper. She glanced at it, grinned and pointed.



"Constance!"



Like Pauline before her, Heather was up quickly, removing her bra...and then after a pause her skirt as well. Constance, however, carefully removed her glasses and stepped out her boots. Every movement was slow and deliberate, even down to unbuttoning her blouse. Hands on their hips, glaring across at one another Constance was slimmer and looked slightly taller, while Heather's figure was fuller, more hourglass, though their still covered breasts seemed equal. Constance then smirked, pulling the pink cotton away. Unencumbered breasts bounced once, then settled on her chest, while she flung the garment in Mags direction. "We gingers need to stick together," she called out, giving her hips as sexy shake as she pulled down her slacks.



Back upright, she lifted the hefty looking orbs and let them fall back onto her chest. The double D orbs were huge and round with stupidly small light brown areolas on which sat dangerous looking brownish spikes. "Second June said what were here for I knew you'd come after me, slut. Guess I'll start with you!"



"You always a spiteful, arrogant whore, Connie." Heather retorted, the sudden vitriol between the two startling almost everyone there. She undid her bra and handed it across to Hannah. Her boobs were as large as Hannah's, though longer and not as rounded, which made them seem to sag more than Constance's, despite the redhead having a slight, but clear, advantage in size. Though as she shook out her long dark hair, there was little to no ripple in the taut glands while the a thick pink nipple swelled at the head. "But guess what, you weren't my first choice. But since we're here, I'll take what I can get. And this time you can't hide behind your job's so-called integrity."



"Uh, okay ladies." June said nervously, standing slightly to the side as the two began circling one another. The hostility had her excited and trembling. She touched a finger to her watch, resetting the timer. "Same rules as the last fight. Care to give the crowd your numbers?"



"32E." Heather stated, never taking her eyes off of Constance.



"34E!" Constance smirked, bouncing the glands in her hands. "Been waiting a long time for this, Rea."



"Imagine that, so have I." Heather replied smoothly. "Too bad we never got together before I left."



"Before you ran, you mean." Constance hissed, to the confusion of those watching. Betty shot a look at Pauline, who shrugged. There was something else going on here. "It's just too bad I won't be able to tell anyone about what I'm going to do to you. Especially...!"



Heather jumped at Constance and the redhead darted to meet her, arms flung to the side as they came together with a loud SMACK.



*****



"They're going to be awhile." Brian remarked to Bob's recurring sigh. "Dunno about the others, but I've seen Bets and Paulie in action."



"I've seen some...action as well." Bob admitted, tilting his head back and swallowing another mouthful of alcohol. "But...I mean...that's not the issue."



"Your mom?"



"Yeah. I mean...Ruby already kinda spilled the beans on the thing with me, June and my mom." Bob admitted, scratching the back of his head. "And considering how protective she is..."



"You think she's there for a second round. Makes sense" Brian finished for him, emptying his own bottle and signalling a waitress for a refill. The Grind was hopping as usual, and it was closer than going home to wait for the pickup call.



"She is my mother...and I saw what she and June did to one another." The younger man continued. "I'd rather not have to pick a side in that feud they've got going on."



Brian gave a sympathetic nod as Bob continued his drink. He couldn't exactly fault the young man in his logic as he'd spotted a familiar SUV in June's yard. He and Constance had been pretty hot and heavy up until a week or two before Betty got back. And despite her placid outer appearance he knew firsthand that, in private, she lived up to the redheaded stereotype. Only question was if this meeting would be private enough for her to cut loose. Cause he couldn't, in all honestly, predict how it would go if Betty went up opposite the stacked redhead. He looked shrewdly over at the younger man. "You talk as if you and June are still a thing. But didn't you go off with Ashley last time?"



"Ashley's fun to be around. And wild in the sack." Bob admitted. He saw no problem in answering the older man's questions. "Betty was a bit of a cold fish in the early days in college, and after we broke up I hooked up with Ashley on occasion. But let me tell you...she's no match for June in bed. I always thought all that talk about maneaters and cougars were college fiction...but damn. Makes me wish I'd tried my luck with some of the teachers."



Alan raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend's description by her ex. But at the same time couldn't disagree. He had been shocked as well by Betty's change and...forwardness...immediately upon her return. He opened his mouth to respond, then jerked his head to the side, eyes narrowing. "That son of a bitch!"



"Huh?" Bob twisted around in time to catch Max being tugged out a side door by a familiar looking noirette. The realization seemed to sober him up a bit. "Well shit...Max likes to live dangerously."



Outside, there were already three couples making out along the wall, but just making out was the farthest thing on their minds as Roxie and Max made their way behind a dumpster. "Where's your redheaded whore?" Roxie growled aggressively, tugging his belt and jeans. It had only been a couple of days, but she was aching for payback. The Grind didn't have the same standards as Port A Party so she doubted they'd do anything if something got started. Jeans and boxers fell around his ankles and Roxie grabbed hold of his hot flesh that responded to her touch. "She let you off your leash for tonight?"



"As of!" Max snarled and shoved her hard against the wall, relishing the look of sudden fear on Roxie's face. He grabbed hold of her blouse and ripped it open, breasts spilling out unencumbered. They were still softer, floppier than that first night, clearly still having not recovered entirely. She hissed as his hands fondled the wounded mounds, Max leaning in close to let their tongues duel. He felt no guilt in this, Ruby had been telling him from day one that it was just sex. So he saw no reason why he couldn't have fun elsewhere as well. And if he was lucky... "I'm a free agent babe. And you think you should try and start something with guns as weak as these?"



"Fucker!" Roxie hissed, kissing him hard, and biting his lip. She ducked under his hands, sinking until she reached her target. She didn't waste time with licks or nibbles and instead swallowed it whole. She heard breath hiss out from between clenched teeth as he struggled to avoid making too much noise. He grew in her mouth, and Roxie pulled back, freeing it from her lips, to slip between her soft breasts that she rapidly stroked against the hot flesh. "You think I'm scared of that cxnt? Next time I see her, she'll need a support bra when I'm done."



"That sounds like fun." Max smirked...placing his hands on either side her breasts, encouraging her to squeeze them around him as he began thrusting softly. Two hot tempered wildcats that wanted to fuck him and fight each other? One way or another he was getting satisfaction.



*****



They all stared wide eyed and open mouthed. To say this was unexpected would be an understatement. Even June was visibly shaken. She'd expected hostility considering Constance's history with the two brunettes but this was beyond even what she'd expected.



With an agonized groan, the beaten woman slid down her opponent onto her stomach. Hands still crossed over her breasts to protect them. The victor huffed heavily, sweeping her hand through her hair and throwing it back. Getting slowly to her feet, she rested a foot on the back of the shivering woman still face down on the carpet before striding off and picking up the glasses...



It had been short...barely ten minutes...but to those watching it had seemed longer. There was no testing out phase, no clever tricks like what Pauline employed against Hannah. Just two women, who clearly despised one another, using their God given gifts to inflict as much pain on one another as possible. Face to face, torsos rotated rapidly hurling glands that clapped together violently and repeatedly. They followed one another across the carpet with jumping steps, never letting the other out of range of a swing.



Shouting incoherent curses, Heather slammed the furious redhead to the edge of the carpet, near where Ruby stood wide eyed. Hissing spite, Constance hammered the raging brunette along it's border, boobs slapping together solidly. Setting their feet, standing toe to toe near where June and Honey stood, they slugged the taut, shapely orbs together mercilessly. Dueling with grim determination, pounding their breasts against those of the other woman, faces turned as bright red as Constance's hair.



The huge glands made solid sounding THUDS as they smashed together, recoiling and bouncing before being swung wildly again. A vicious and heavy blow had a woman take a hesitant step back, and then they were in motion again. Lunging and jumping at and into one another, spinning around and around as they battered and bashed from one end of the carpet to the next. A leap saw them slam together fully, all four orbs flattening together, then bouncing off one another. Stumbling, panting, hands flashed out to grab one another by the hair.



"Let go!" Heather gasped. Then, her hair yanked, she deliberately dug her fingers into Constance's neatly coiffed hair, pulling it apart until the woman's dark red hair spilled down her face all while still boxing her tits deep into their opposites. "Bitch!"



"cxnt, I'll wreck you!" Constance snarled, pumping her boobs back against Heather. She angled her arms under the brunette's pits, grabbing her hair from the back and pulling as hard as she could. Heather whined in complaint, the move also exposing her boob's sensitive undersides to a series of thrusting blows from Constance. "You know how long it took to get that style!?"



"Fuck you!" Heather hissed back, shifting her grip to behind Constance's scalp. The furious pair now squirmed wildly, boobs wrestling in close combat, rolling from one side of their upper torsos to the next as they were ground together sadistically. Breasts shoved against each other in time with their hair pulling had the pair take turns taking tottering steps back and forth. "Gonna bust up your tits."

"Bring it, you fat slut!" Constance spat, moving her arms down to lock around the small of Heather's back. At the first squeeze Heather gasped, locking hands around wrists around Constance's shoulders. "Skank...whore. Gonna flatten you. I'll fuckin' ruin your tits!"



Two pair of grey eyes glittered maliciously behind brown and reddish locks, expressions twisting in rage as both women squeezed powerfully. Two pairs of milky white orbs squashed thickly, neither woman letting up on the pressure. Forehead to forehead, lips still moved, the two having a private conversation while crushing one another. Whatever was said would sometimes anger one, and she'd pump her boobs strongly, pushing the other back several mincing steps, before the scene repeated in reverse.



After only a minute of this, lithe and curvy figures were dripping with sweat, Heather and Constance panting openly. Nobody saw who was first, but both beauties slowly sank to their knees, arms still flexing tightly. Cleavages merged, flesh retreating and rolling out in time with the squeezes, the pale flesh quivering, full orbs struggling to retain their shape. Arms flexed again and both women trembled in pain, heads falling forward, hair mingling, the longer locks resting atop the sweating domes of their breasts.



"C'mon Heather!" Hannah called out desperately, seeing the tiredness in her friend as Constance squeezed again and Heather groaned, her lush body seemed to arch with the tension. Her hand clenched tight the bra between her fingers when Heather seemed to recover and now Constance gave a deep moan as Heather's arms tightened, her grip slipping ever to slightly. Bodies sagged openly now, resting on their haunches, still holding tightly onto one another. Abruptly they sprang up, squeezing as hard as they could, screaming loudly in effort, making more than one woman jump in surprise. The titflesh bulged between tensed arms, spreading out under the compression. Spreading, spreading until reaching critical mass and now it was just a matter of which pair could absorb more punishment. And it didn't even take a minute to find that out.



One woman gave a horrified gasp that came from the pit of her belly. For those watching there was nothing to see to tell what had caused such a reaction as both pair of tits still looked solid. It was Candy that first spotted the difference and nudged Betty, whispering to her in a tone that carried over to the Pauline and Ashley, followed by Honey who's lips brushed June's ear. "Oh...oh...look at that." The victor spoke softly, but loudly enough to be heard, pulling the other woman's body tight against her own. "Just look at who's tits couldn't make the cut. Just like I said."



"Fuck you!" The loser flared, then whimpered as she gave a tentative squeeze and felt her breasts throb and ache. "You bitch...you bitch!"



"For that I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to make sure you always remember which of us was the better woman. In all areas." The winner replied calmly. Then her arms flexed and tightened and the other woman screamed. It was a scream only few of the women were familiar with. Because regardless of the contest, it was rare for it to go this far. The victor's boobs bulged outwards powerfully as her arms pulled strongly and the loser's breasts simply collapsed in from the pressure. Her arms fell away and she hung limply in the winner's arms until allowed to fall onto the carpet.

Shooting the downed woman a contemptuous look, she rested a foot on her back for several seconds, raising her fist in victory before marching off the carpet. Picking up the glasses, she flicked them open...and Heather turned and flung them to clatter across the back of the heaving, crying Constance. "You got any ice or something." She asked June.



The dark haired June shook her head, brought out of her reverie and nodded, pointing over at Ruby who hastily moved towards the kitchen. "And perhaps bring extra." She called. "We'll need some for Constance...and for your match too I imagine."



"Without a doubt," Ashley declared, looking over at that bare chested Heather with a mixture of awe and arousal. Leaning over to Betty she whispered loudly. "I think I know who I'm taking on if there's a next time."



Heather blushed and sat down primly next to Hannah, who handed over her bra, gazing back at the center of the room. Where June, meanwhile, sashayed onto the carpet, kneeling next to the downed Constance. The snuffling redhead rose slowly with her help, left arm still crossed over her chest. The sight made the others wince in sympathy. Boobs that once jutted from her chest and defied gravity now hung limply. While they had filled back out somewhat, it would be considerable time before they'd regain the original shape. More than that, though, was the way she responded to Heather's cold stare. Rather than flinching away, she met it evenly and unafraid. "You might have some competition for that." Pauline muttered back. "I don't think those two're done with one another yet."



Ashley snorted, when Ruby came trotting out of the kitchen with a small bucket and several ice packs. Seems June had thought ahead. Heather took one, that she rubbed across her boobs, hissing at first, then sighing as the ice dulled the burning ache. Constance snatched up two, reclining on her chair and just resting the one on each violated orb. Before Ruby could even place down the implement, Ashley was in place, jumping from foot to foot eagerly, boobs bouncing with their freedom, top in Betty's hands.



"That girl needs to learn to relax." Fatima said to her daughter. But there was an amused grin on her face which turned to stare across at the other blonde on the far side of the room with a familiar nod. "Though I admit that last match has gotten my blood pumping."



Honey grinned back and nodded. That last fight had reminded her just how competitive her match with Lola had been. Her nipples were already painfully hard at the thought of crossing against the eager housewife's. "Just three more," she whispered to herself. June was at her roommates side, the two talking rapidly. There was clear agitation in June's body language, clearly she was hearing something unpleasant. Then Ruby roughly shoved past her onto the carpet, a simple tug on the belt around her waist dropping the entire French maid ensemble to the ground, leaving her just set of black underwear and stockings.



Honey smiled at the reaction from the other women. She'd had a couple days to get familiar with Ruby's body and the ginger had curves for days and radiated the kind of sexuality only redheads seemed able to manage. With a pair of heavy and deep looking breasts, wide hips and prominent ass the only thing that kept her from attempting to seduce Ruby was the redhead's volatility. However, the younger members of their troupe seemed a bit put out, staring hard at the woman. Candy kept silent, knowing what Honey knew. Ashley though... Now that she could get an unfettered look the blonde was more lithe than curvy and her boobs seemed equal in size to the heavier Ruby, but with less hang. If anything she just appeared to be more fit with a slimmer build, less hips and ass, and very faint six pack.



That said, she had no doubt as to the ginger's athleticism having heard her with June the previous night. If her guess was right and the blonde also had a pair of 34DDs, then Ruby's condition might be the one defining factor. Off to the side the raven haired milf in question sighed, accepting the frilly bra her hot tempered roommate handed to her. "Okay, I don't need to repeat myself and you two look eager so...begin!"



If Ashley's hair had been a different hue it would've seemed like a repeat of the last match with how the pair flew at one another. "Or perhaps she could've been a redhead as well," Betty mused, only too familiar with Ashley's tendencies. Slamming their tits together, head to head, Ruby and Ashley snarled at one another as fists clenched at their sides and both women shoved with their breasts. Like a pair of bulls, they used their boobs to force each other back and forth across the carpet. Then Ruby gave a sharp yell and jumped at Ashley, bearing the blonde to the ground.



The aim of such a move was obvious to the veterans in the room. It was one they'd all used at some point, in a fight against a particularly tough girl with equally tough tits. It was cheap, effective, but easy to counter if quick enough.



And Ashley was quick.



As they fell she shifted to her side, pulling Ruby with her to land on their shoulders. The sudden pain was sharp, even with the carpet being thick, causing them to let go of one another and scramble to their knees. "Nice try, cxnt." Ashley sneered. "Feeling scared of my young boobies? Realize you got lucky last time, huh!"



"You wish skank." Ruby growled, grabbing the blonde around the waist and trying to lay her boobs over the top of Ashley's. Teeth were bared and both grunted as they ground their boobs together fiercely, the four orbs stretching and molding as they sought to occupy limited space. "Dunno what your little cheer squad filled your empty head with, but you'll regret coming after me again!"



Working the orbs together feverishly, Ruby growled, clearly trying to use her thicker frame to an advantage. However, while an expert at boob boxing, Ashley's preferred choice was always wrestling. She loved the intimate moment when you felt a bitch's boobs simply give up in the face of her tits. So she tightened her grip and ground her breasts against Ruby's with equal energy. By now though, people were starting to notice. With each pass a pale or tanned teat would pop free from the compression before quickly disappearing back into the mass of contending titflesh. While Ashley's still retained a degree of perkiness, when Ruby's boob emerged it flopped very noticeably before being forced back through.



Ashley's eyes brightened as Ruby's moans became more pronounced. "Got you now, cxnt." She whispered, for their ears only. She squeezed again and, despite the constant dull ache, she heard a deep belly groan from Ruby. "I only wish Maxie was here to see me crush those flaccid knockers of yours."



"Too bad for you." Ruby gasped. Stupid...stupid. Trying to wrestle while her tits were in this state was fucking stupid. Still...she did have an out. "I wore him out after he watched me flatten that hack Roxie."



"Wait...wha..." In the brief moment of confusion, Ashley's hug loosened and Ruby strained with her arms, forcing Ashley's apart. Before the girl could recover, the redhead immediately hurled her left tit to swat the blonde's right, making her wince. A blow from her right made the younger woman yelp, then she grabbed Ruby by the shoulders. Rage glittered behind greenish eyes and she boxed her left boob directly into Ruby's, denting the orb noticeably. The redhead grunted and wrapped fingers around the blonde's biceps, slapping her breast against the inside the opposite's sending it bouncing outwards.



While tit boxing was a better, and safer, option...the damage had been done. Even after only two minutes of repeated impacts, just like when the orbs wrestled, it was obvious to all watching that Ruby's breasts were getting the worst of it. Still the redhead stubbornly flung her battered and soft orbs to flop against Ashley's boulder like tits, teeth clenching to avoid crying out. Betty turned her eyes towards June, who watched the fight with impassively. Her head rose and their eyes met, Betty inclining hers towards to the thoroughly one sided titfight. June's lips curled into a smirk and she winked just as Ruby gave a hoarse scream.



"Stupid bitch!" Ashley snorted, glaring down at the rapidly panting Ruby. Lying on her back, breasts flopping on either side of her chest, the redhead glared back. "Playing me the fool. I musta been really off my game if you let an old broad like Roxie smack your tits around till they're like marshmallows."



"You..." Ruby growled, struggling to rise when she gasped, a black bra flung into her face. Sputtering she pulled it away and looked past Ashley. "Why did..."



"Cause you need to stop embarrassing yourself in front of my guests." June said in a bored tone. She marched onto the carpet and helped Ashley up. "Sorry about the poor performance. But you know how some girls get around their man."



"Oh...I know it very well." Ashley replied, shooting a glare back down at Ruby. "Don't worry red, I'll take proper care of you after you get your tits back up. And of Max until you can."



"I look forward to hearing about it," June remarked drily, shooting Ruby a warning glance as the redhead seemed primed to leap back off the ground. While she helped Ashley off to the side, Honey strode onto the carpet and offered Ruby a hand. Green eyes glared up into hazel before the redhead gave a long suffering sigh and accepted the help. She was still staggering off when a bouncing Candy, pulling Betty along, flounced onto the arena stepping back and grinning widely. "Well looks like our next duo is ready and raring."



"You know it." Candy cheered, grinning openly across at Betty. "Together?"



"Sure." Betty couldn't help smiling back. The blonde's innocent enthusiasm was contagious. "One...two...three!"



Pink and black cloth fluttered in the air as both young women pulled off their tops simultaneously, young boobs bouncing on their chests with the motion. "Don't bother with it mom," Betty called, Fatima reaching for her top, looking over at her blonde opponent with bright eyes. "It won't be necessary."



"Yes, exactly." Candy laughed, her eyes gleaming in return. She shook her head at Honey, who dangled the bandeaux in Candy's direction. The mature blonde shrugged and leaned back with an expectant grin on her face. "I knew I had a good feeling about you at the club."



To those watching there was little to differentiate between the pair of youthful breasts. Both were perfectly spherical D-cups, topped with moderately sized nipples on top of bumpy looking areolas, that stood out over flat bellies without hint of a paunch. There wasn't a single woman over thirty in the room that couldn't help a surge of jealousy at the sight. Even Pauline, who hadn't been at the club couldn't stop a lecherous leer crossing her face at the thought of having the blonde under her. The only noticeable difference between the two was Candy's slightly paler hue.



"Didn't think it would be this soon though." Betty admitted, feeling the eyes on them, having forgotten what it was like since leaving college. She looked around and pitched her voice low as they closed the distance. "Or this kind of audience."



"I don't mind, but I guess you'd prefer that hunk of a boyfriend, huh." Candy grinned as Betty missed a step. "Hey not judging. I'd much rather perform for an audience like that as well. Gets the blood pumping, right."



"Got that right." Betty grunted, twisting her body to the right. Candy followed suit. After a couple of false starts, their breasts soared through the air to smash together.



*****



"So...I've had a question I've wanted to ask for months now."



"Hmmm?" Bob looked up from the drink he was nursing. He had a pretty decent buzz going so it would be best for him to slow down.



"What the hell happened to Bets in college." Brian asked, looking shrewdly across at the younger man. "When I dropped her off at the airport she could barely look me in the face. The very night she got back..."



"Yeah, I figured." Bob coughed and his face screwed up as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Things were rough for her at the start. I tried to run interference, but that seemed to just make things worse, especially after we broke up. According to Ashley things came to a head just before the end of the first year when she snapped in the locker room and jumped Hanna."



"Whozat?"



"Hanna Germanotta. Real mean girl that seemed to get a kick out of bullying freshmen and seemed to have chosen Betty as her preferred bi...target." Bob shook his head. "She never talked about it and Ashley kept it vague, but whatever Betty did to Hanna left the girl terrified of her. And she liked it. Ashley might not look it, but she had a rep as a mean girl on campus too. And Hanna had been part of her crowd so everyone was expecting to take Betty to task."



"And?"





"And she and Bets DID have a couple of close calls a time or two in the halls, mostly just pulling hair. Bumping chests and daring one another to start something in the classrooms. But then all of a sudden, after a weekend they were all buddy, acting as if they'd been friends forever. And then..."



"And then..." Brian pressed, looking up to spot a satisfied Max coming back in through the side door.



"Well, she effectively went from being the bullied to the bully." Bob shrugged and nodded as the auburn haired man slipped back into his seat. "She and Ashley systematically took over the school, clique by clique. The two of them had a brawl with the stars of the swim team at night when the pool was supposed to be closed."



"Considering what would've happened if word got out, how did you find out?" Brian demanded.



"Cause that same night, Ashley showed up at my flat, soaking wet and damned horny. I don't think she even remembers telling me." Bob replied. He waved a hand. "Hell, I don't think it would've even mattered since there were even rumors in the guys' locker rooms from Ashley fighting cheerleaders from other colleges, to a guy from the track team insisting he heard from his girl that Betty got into a fight with a teacher behind sorority doors. I laughed it off back then...but now...after seeing June in action..."



Brian shared a look with Max. While not about to advertise he HADN'T sampled June's offerings he had been all but offered it once or twice by the woman during a visit to the clinic. Subtlety wasn't in that woman's vocabulary and the last thing he needed was getting drawn into the inevitable drama with THAT family. And right now, she had her hooks in Bob real bad.



"Ash has always had a temper," Max admitted, singling for a drink. "Even when young so whenever the family was over I was in charge of keeping her under control. I was the only one that didn't put up with her shit so she learned to respect me. And after she started filling out she took delight in provoking and humiliating other girls. So I always thought she was talking about another Betty whenever she mentioned college. I mean...it's a pretty common name. Cause I tell ya...THAT Betty was a downright hellcat if stories she'd share were even half true. Ash talked about her like she'd found a kindred spirit."



"Women..." Brian grumbled, raising his glass.



"Women!" Max and Bob intoned, clinking the glasses together.



*****



WHAM! WHACK!! PLOP!!



Ashley was on the edge of her seat, a toothy grin on her face. Pauline similarly had scooted up and was leaning forward watching the dancing pair. And dancing was indeed what it was, Betty and Candy lunging at one another while simultaneously moving around the carpet on leaping toes. Rather than simply beating their tits together or grinding away the firmness, the two young women moved in sync, breasts hammering together in time with their toes stepping and jumping. And while Pauline knew what they were doing, Ashley's smile was because she alone knew HOW and she nudged the Asian woman, clapping her hands in a steady beat.



Betty gritted her teeth, her boob smashing against Candy's solid orb, the burning ache only exciting her further. It had been a spur of the moment thing, and she'd not been sure Candy would get the hint. After all it was something that had only become popular in their last year. During the initial hits, Betty had started giving little jumps, from foot to foot, while giving her shoulders subtle shakes and tapping her hips in time with the loud slapping when their boobs met. This served two purposes. If Candy didn't get the message it would add a little extra oomph to her swings. But if she did...Betty's eyes lit up as the blonde hesitated, her face brightened and she smirked, moving to match her rhythm. The same rhythm from the song she'd played that night at Port A Party.



Jumping and swaying and thrusting their boobs to stab at one another, the beat altered and hands flashed out to grab one another by the hips. Upper bodies rotated rapidly, not bothering to aim, breasts flailing wildly with just the top halves connecting. The taut and creamy flesh splattered and then scraped past, nipples digging trails and occasionally crossing to soft breathy moans. After just thirty seconds of this they thrust together hard, boobs squashing, flattening, then jumped apart resuming boxing the glands to the beat of hands on thighs. Now the rest of the women caught on. Honey first, after hearing and recognizing the rhythm, then the others joined in, slowly clapping their hands.



Candy had fallen in love with this after witnessing her aunt get into a fight when she was sixteen. Getting home early after a movie had proven to be a bust, she'd found a strange car parked near the curb and Skedaddle still in the field rather than the barn. Approaching the colt carefully and quietly, he was strangely a bit skittish, a loud and angry grunt from the barn sent the horse skipping away from her. Surprised, and now wary, the young Candy stepped lightly through the damp grass to the slightly ajar barn doors and peeked inside. In time to see her naked aunt fall into a pile of hay, pulling another long haired blonde down with her.



At first she didn't recognize her from the position, but as they fell out of the hay she caught a glimpse.



Gracie Loveland.



A local teacher and country singer of modest renown. The slim and busty blonde's slight tan clashed with Honey's milky white skin as they rolled from the hay stacks to Skedaddle's stall, snarling and hissing at one another.



There'd never been any indication that her aunt and Gracie had ever interacted, and yet here they were, fighting as if they'd been enemies for years. Blonde heads reappeared, but instead of grabbing for hair, they seemed to be just...jumping at one another? It was only after they staggered out back into the open did Candy finally get a look at what they were doing. Getting a look at how Gracie's boobs, that looked huge on her slim frame, slammed against the curvier Honey's own massive glands.



For long minutes the two older women hammered the swelling breasts together brutally and without hesitation. Being sixteen, Candy had been in her share of fights and had her boobs hit on occasion. Considering how much that hurt, she was aghast at just how long these two were keeping it up. As time went on though, the cracks began to show as the bosomy beauties battered one another to the dirt floor with increasing frequency. Finally, falling to their knees Honey and Gracie embraced tightly, squeezing and pumping their boobs together with mindless thrusts that had their bellies bumping until Gracie cried out her surrender and pounded Honey's back frantically. Candy however, nearly missed it as her aunt's eyes suddenly found her wide eyed face, looking around the door.



Fleeing inside she waited, alternating demanding to know what that was about, or trying to bluff and pretend she saw nothing. However, Honey didn't do things by halves and her aunt sauntered inside with Gracie on her elbow, both women still naked and unsurprised. Turned out the two were negotiating for a collaboration but were having issues over the share of ticket sales. That night she was kept awake as her aunt on new partner celebrated their agreement well past midnight. By the time she rose, Gracie was already gone and her aunt waiting for her at the table to discuss what they were going to do about what she'd seen.



Candy was quite blunt and would not be moved from her position. She wanted in.



Her first three titfights had been against her aunt, before Honey grudgingly introduced her to other like minded women. She had her first official match on her seventeenth birthday, while also occasionally provoking her aunt into going a couple rounds. And while she'd never beaten Honey, each time she held out for longer. Her aunt was her idol...as well as her target...and in a testament to her determination, taking Honey out of the equation, Candy was unbeaten in the nearly three dozen...again official...titfights she'd been in.



Unofficially there'd a lot...lot...more.



Betty was unaware of this, and the rapid fire thoughts going through the stacked blonde's head. She was very aware of the repeated impacts of Candy's VERY solid tits on her own, and how the glands swelled in response. She was acutely aware of Candy's rapid exhalations and her increased breaths as titfighting on it's own was strenuous...but adding the dance to it made fatigue a very real enemy. Nonetheless she was happily aware that Candy gave no, at least outward, indication of slowing as they shook their hips in time to their boobs piling up together.



Sweating freely after only ten minutes, they still hurled their boobs together with sufficient force to garner soft hisses from between clenched teeth. With the clapping of their audience filling the room they could've paused in the rhythmic slapping of their hips, but maintained it. They didn't even notice doing it anymore. The beat ran through them, driving the need to compete, to fight, to compare. The beat slowed, their boob blows also became slower, more deliberate and powerful. The flesh splashing together, rippling out from the point of impact, breasts hanging in the air for noticeable seconds from the force of the blow. The rhythm sped up and their glands flailed wildly as rapidly shaking hips turned red from the slapping. A rapid fire whap whap whap of breasts striking breasts, accompanied by breathy gasps of exertion surrounded the embattled pair.



"Betty..." Fatima thought. They were in their own little world, she realized. Both young women's eyes were glazed, sweating faces focused and intent, swaying to the clapping. Her head glanced up at the clock. Eight minutes left. A soft yelp and a gasping murmur, her head came back down quick. Hands now gripped the other's elbow, fingers tapping at the joint, her daughter and the blonde pulling themselves into one another. Boobs splashed together, rippling delectably as they filled back out. Fatima's eyes narrowed as she attempted to remain impartial. Both pair of breasts were glowing red now, and hanging significantly lower than at the start. Worse though was the fire building in her belly. The mood had dampened a bit with the turn of the last two fights, but had continued to lighten the longer this went on. And she licked her lips, turning her gaze towards the other side of the room...



"This one huh..." Honey thought, folding arms over her chest. Seemed Candy was as good a judge as she was. Speaking of which...she couldn't decide. Both set of breasts looked soft as all hell and a lot floppier now too, Honey decided. She could feel her niece's excitement, see how she'd completely given herself over to this. If this kept up separating them might be difficult. The girl couldn't stop going on about how Riverview looked to be fun or about the girls she'd met. Especially the feel she got from a trio of similarly aged ones. Unlike her however, Candy's tastes were more normal when it came to sex and she had to bring up the guys they had with them. Her head rose, still watching the pair relinquish their grips and swing the softening glands together flatfooted, to where her chosen opponent sat nearby. If this was the daughter, then perhaps the mother...



Eyes locked and the two matures felt an electric sensation run down their spines. Oh...there was no way they'd be shown up by these two youngsters. With everyone's eyes on the yelping, springing pair, Fatima slowly dragged a full teat out from beneath the corset, letting her tongue flick the nipple before shoving it back under cover. Honey shivered in delight at the show, wanting to reciprocate, but her angle wouldn't allow it. How much longer did she have to...



"Five minutes." June called hoarsely. Christ...if she'd known it would turn out like this she'd have left these two for last. But she supposed it was a blessing as the mood had taken a dip with how the last two matches went. Now it was electric. Betty and Candy ignored her. In such a situation you'd expect for the breast battlers to go for broke, swinging wildly to try and overpower the other before time ran out. Instead they kept up the steady blows, wearing each other down gradually. Left boob stabbed into a left, spearing into the tissue and Betty gasped loudly. Right tit swatted right, bouncing the orb to flop outwards and Candy moaned.



Adipose glands crushed and bounced and wobbled, Betty blinking the sweat from her lashes. Her mind sluggishly acknowledged that June had called out something, but didn't let that distract her. Despite the searing pain in her boobs as she hit, and was in turn hit, the girl was having the time of her life. Her boobs felt as if their weight had doubled, which would be a good thing if true. Fingers tapped on the soft, wet skin of the woman opposite as she beat her back with bruising impacts.



The ample flesh of her tits swelled with each brutal blow, Candy's tongue tracing her lips, catching a salty sweat droplet as it made it's way down pink lips. Despite the tiredness radiating soaking into her limbs, Candy's eyes were bright and expression one of eager enjoyment. How many times had she been promised a fight, only to be disappointed when the promised encounter was barely even that. Not this one though, and she barely heard June's pronouncement through the roaring in her ears. The fight, the dance had overwhelmed her better sense, determined to fight this girl to a finish, her breasts smacking loudly against Betty's.



Long, shapely legs shook now, exhausted from maintaining the dance as well as the relentless boob blows their owners rained on one another. The graceful, if savage, bosomy violence seemed to be reaching a crescendo as strikes now came faster and harder, holding onto one another tighter, finger's beating skin of thigh firmly. Each impact was accompanied now by a hitching gasp or a deep, belly groan. They were hurting badly, having fought nonstop for...ticking over twenty seven minutes...with their boobs. No short breaks to assess the damage, trash talk, or just rest.

They just fought.



Blonde and brunette slugged their brutalized tits against one another in perfect rhythm. Yet even in this the slender young beauties seemed graceful in their duel, the voluptuous CLAP of their boobs meeting having Hannah and Heather crossing their legs. All had lost track of time, focused entirely on the show Betty and Candy were putting on. Breasts heaved into the air to slam into another, flatten in agonizing comparison, then flop back onto chests. A dozen more blows, heavy breasts rising off their chests to meet, collapse against one another and rebound in time for their sister orbs to meet.



The beat faltered.



It what would seem almost anti-climactic a vicious blow that landed with a hollow sounding PLOP had Candy stumble back and moan. Betty's arms reached out, as if to grab hold of the other girl, when her legs simply collapsed under her. Bowing and clutching her chest, Candy's face shared Betty's look of surprise, the two blinking as if unsure of where they were. Betty struggled to rise, falling back on her haunches once, before getting a leg up and Candy reaching for her.



"Ti...TIME!!" June suddenly shouted, her voice shrill. Her wrist shook as she clicked off the timer. 34:28 blinked accusingly at her. If she didn't stop them now they mightn't be able to do. Hell, she wasn't sure if she'd WANT to. "Amazing fight girls. Have to admit that was a first for me."



Candy shook her head, blinded briefly by a few errant drops of sweat, giving a soft whimper as the adrenaline faded and the pain made itself know. "You did good girl." A familiar voice whispered and she glanced around, accepting an ice pack from her aunt. Hissing, pressing the ice to her boobs she looked over to where Betty stood with her mother and two friends. She looked as confused and out of it as Candy felt. But even then, the blonde felt her lips curl into a wide grin. When she caught Betty's eye she raised the ice pack in salute.



"You are the biggest idiot I know!" Ashley growled, exasperated. "That's NOT something you on a spur of the moment."



"I know...dunno... It just felt like a good idea, y'know." Betty absently replied. Pauline waved a hand in front of her friend and Betty visibly started, flushing. "And Candy caught on quick enough."



"Oh yeah...well your good idea is gonna make sure you feel it tomorrow for sure." The tanned blonde grumbled. She wasn't wrong. The whole dancing titfight was something she'd learned about after the basketball game with visiting Britechester. It was apparently propagating on campuses all over the country. In their case it pit the two head cheerleaders, Ashley and Lillith Pleasant, against one another, the latter challenging Ashley to match her moves while they fought. Betty only heard about it second hand, from a bedridden Ashley who's legs were so sore she couldn't move, but also crowed about how <she should see the other cxnt>. "I was sore for a week after. And our fight was maybe half as long."



Betty merely shrugged, sighing in relief and pressing the packs Pauline got for her to her chest. The pain was downright excruciating, but she couldn't be more content. She caught Candy's stare and smirked, returning the salute. June had called their audience together and there muttered conversation and much gesturing. She walked gingerly to where Candy stood, standing together in a companionable silence. "You know how it's going to go, don't you." Betty stated simply, breaking the companionable silence. "After what happened there..."



"And I imagine you'd feel the same way I do." Candy replied, looking at Betty out of the corner of her eye. The brunette nodded, anything else they were going to say interrupted when the women broke ranks.



"Before I say anything, I must again reiterate...amazing match girls." June said, clapping her hands. "I guarantee you that you're going to be getting calls from Nancy once her girls get a viewing of this."



"Get on with it." Candy growled. Bare chests red and throbbing, Betty and Candy crossed their arms and stared. Ashley sxxxxxxxed, Fatima sighed and Pauline and Honey just rolled their eyes. Even Mags gave a low chuckle at June's put out expression.



"Ahem...yes well." June cleared her throat. "Granted there was some debate about the extra time you two were given, at the end of it all, the decision was unanimous. I'm sorry Betty, dear. But I'm afraid Candy takes this one."



"Yeah...I figured as much." Betty stated, Candy throwing a sympathetic arm over her shoulder. Annoyance crossed her face. Not at Candy, but at herself. "It was the fall, wasn't it? At the end..."



"Afraid so, hon." Honey stood to the side, observing the girl closely. She definitely had more matches under her belt that June probably knew...girls were starting so much earlier now...and it probably included a few losses as well with how well she was taking it. Though it could also be because she and Candy had hit it off so well. "Up to that point I'd have a hard time picking a winner. And if you'd kept your feet..."



"Eh...I never waste my time with the what ifs." Betty turned and gave Candy a brief hug that the blonde returned. "Candy knocked me on my ass. A loss is a loss...this time anyway."



"Just for the record, I'm not happy winning like this. She...WE could've kept going!" Candy stared around hard. She leaned in close and whispered something in Betty's ear. Betty gave no indication of what was said, but more than a few could guess. The only question was when...and where.



"Yes I'm sure you could have my dear." June remarked drily, a topless Ruby appearing from the kitchen with a tray of drinks. "And perhaps in later events I can arrange for multiple arenas, but tonight we're on a timer, and there are other women with matters to settle. Isn't that right, Maggie dearest."



"Half an hour isn't anywhere near enough for us to settle up, Juney dearest!" Mags purred around a swallow...



*****



"Robert!"



"Wha...what!?" Mags nearly dropped her wine glass.



"You heard me." June came up to Mags and dropped the smile. "I've met a woman here who's an absolute monster in the sack and with peerless tits to match. The only reason my babies are still pristine is because of tonight. And considering how our last fight turned out there is only one thing that'll make me fight you again."



"You bitch, you know damn well I should've won that fight. If I hadn't been distracted by Bob and Ruby your tits would've been jello!!"



"Would've...could've...but didn't." June mocked the heaving redhead. "Give me an answer, you man stealing cow. If our tits wrestle, and I win...again, I get Robert for a night of my choosing. If not, get the hell out of my house!!"



The two busty matures glared at one another, decades of hostility and hate resurfacing to the forefront. "If...I...agree, it will still be up to Robert if he shows up." Mags stated hoarsely. June gave a laugh and if it was possible for her to hate the noirette even more, it was this moment.



"You think that'll make a difference." June sneered, flaunting her ripe figure, turning to present her profile. "You forget yourself Maggie. I was his first and last. You...you were the consolation prize. Nothing more, nothing less and you'll never be anything more than that!"



"You..." Cross eyed with rage now, Mags Newbie was barely in control now took a step in June's direction. Then she paused with a deep breath. And now it was June that was wary as she smiled sweetly. "If getting slammed by the best cock in the college is the consolation then I pity the winner. After all, I have the husband we both wanted and I got to ride him every night for the last twenty three years. What do you have Juney? What do you have!?"



Taking mincing steps the two had closed the distance during Mags condescending retort. Breathing rapidly, the top heavy matures panted with the overwhelming need to hurt one another. Humiliate one another. Hands began to move towards hair.



"You two might want to hurry up." The mood was immediately broken, the two milfs straightening up and pulling back to stare around at Ruby opening the fridge. Her eyes were hard, glancing back and forth between the two milfs. "Any problems, June...mistress?"



"Nothing I can't handle." June patted her hair and wiped away a patch of sweat across her forehead. "Just...getting everything in order for our match tonight."



Ruby nodded, shooting Mags a final look, before ducking back into the icebox.



"I...will...ruin...you...tonight!" Mags gritted out from behind clenched teeth, her voice hushed.



"Not even at your best, slut." June hissed back, and smiled cruelly. "And those years are far behind you now!"



*****



"But maybe long enough for me to make a start."



June smiled coldly, tugging off her dress in it's entirety and handing it to Honey. "Hold this for me, please." On a whim, she pulled the blonde's head to her own, crushing their lips together in a searing kiss. Honey's lips parted, their tongues greeting one another enthusiastically. Giving the hot blonde one final lick, she turned to their wide eyed audience, holding a pair of glands that stood out against those that had come before.



Mags popped a button in the haste to get her blouse off, turning to Fatima. A pair of massive, oval boobs, bigger than even June's, thudded back onto her chest upon their release, demonstrating a significant weight. It seemed poetic and appropriate, handing it to her to hold onto. "This won't take long," she growled.



Fatima opened her mouth, then closed it, frowning while Mags turned away. She moved over to her daughter that now stood with Pauline and Ashley, who shifted to give the two some space. "You okay." She asked. "It's one thing to get manhandled, but losing a close fight can be even worse for some."



"It's fine, this didn't count." Betty said, distractedly. Then as if realizing how it sounded, turned to face her mother fully. "I mean, yeah it sucks and officially she got me. But to Candy and me this is just an intermission."



"I don't know why I even bother..." Fatima sighed, chuckling, turning to the carpet where Mags and June stalked one another, naked upper torsos rippling. They both carried more meat on them than anyone that had come before, but there was no doubt that it was well distributed. Now that she could focus, Mags definitely had the edge in size, an 36E she remembered, with enough sag to preclude any enhancements with a pair of dangerous looking spikes that pointed slightly downwards.



June pronounced herself a triple D, so close enough...more pointed, though that could've been a size difference, with thicker looking nipples. Though June could have an edge in firmness as her nipples pointed straight ahead, and with boobs of these size, those tips would wreak havoc on breastflesh. All in all, especially considering the history these two had, they might be about to give Heather, Ashley, Ruby and Constance some pointers. "Just be careful. This is only the first course. There's no guarantee the others will as easygoing as her."



"Set us off, Honey." June growled, her swelling tits already aching with phantom pain.



"On your mark..." Honey raised her arm dramatically, clicking the button on the watch and chopping her hand down. "Begin!"



"THWACK!!

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[krrishtiano]

Incredible. Really enjoyed the various titfights. Thank you!

[Augur]

Bravo! Another masterpiece - and a seriously action-packed installment at that!

As disappointed as I am over Ruby's recent battle-damage, and her boobs' consequent inability to provide a proper marathon tussle for our enjoyment here, I'm sure she and Ashley will get their rematch sooner or later. And in the meantime, reading how Pauline's exceedingly firm and perky young tits went to war with Hannah's big, round globes and pounded the older woman into submission was highly enjoyable, as was the unique dance-off titfight between Betty and Candy! And to think, we still have June vs. Mags 2 as well as Fatima vs. Honey to look forward to! You do spoil us, lol...

A quick note on some details, though (I do so love minutiae, especially when it comes to breasts!): Ashley's breasts are stated to be very similar in size to Betty, Jamie and Pauline's (34D), yet at the start of the college blonde's all-too-brief match against Ruby, her rack appears to be even with the redhead's 34DDs. (Ashley's boobs do also look perkier than Ruby's, though the aforementioned prior damage is of course at least partly to blame for that). I also seem to recall that Ashley's pair seemed a bit smaller in a previous chapter, when she took on Ruby the first time... So, my question is, shouldn't the redheaded man-eater be a tad more busty than the other "juniors"? Also, given the way Candy's physique is described as eye-poppingly shapely and curvaceous, and how her figure manages to eclipse those of the other young females (with the possible exception of the also highly buxom and curvy Ruby), I would've expected her breasts to possess at least a minor size advantage over the slimmer, less full-figured Betty's firm orbs. Otherwise, Candy's proportions would make her seem a little bottom-heavy, and less visibly chesty, no?

That said, I do have a very pronounced personal preference for variety in breast size and shape, so I suppose there could be some bias affecting my thinking, lol.

Anyway, this was really an excellent addition to the Sims saga! Can't wait to see more!

[Gradius]

Bravo! Another masterpiece - and a seriously action-packed installment at that!

As disappointed as I am over Ruby's recent battle-damage, and her boobs' consequent inability to provide a proper marathon tussle for our enjoyment here, I'm sure she and Ashley will get their rematch sooner or later. And in the meantime, reading how Pauline's exceedingly firm and perky young tits went to war with Hannah's big, round globes and pounded the older woman into submission was highly enjoyable, as was the unique dance-off titfight between Betty and Candy! And to think, we still have June vs. Mags 2 as well as Fatima vs. Honey to look forward to! You do spoil us, lol...

A quick note on some details, though (I do so love minutiae, especially when it comes to breasts!): Ashley's breasts are stated to be very similar in size to Betty, Jamie and Pauline's (34D), yet at the start of the college blonde's all-too-brief match against Ruby, her rack appears to be even with the redhead's 34DDs. (Ashley's boobs do also look perkier than Ruby's, though the aforementioned prior damage is of course at least partly to blame for that). I also seem to recall that Ashley's pair seemed a bit smaller in a previous chapter, when she took on Ruby the first time... So, my question is, shouldn't the redheaded man-eater be a tad more busty than the other "juniors"? Also, given the way Candy's physique is described as eye-poppingly shapely and curvaceous, and how her figure manages to eclipse those of the other young females (with the possible exception of the also highly buxom and curvy Ruby), I would've expected her breasts to possess at least a minor size advantage over the slimmer, less full-figured Betty's firm orbs. Otherwise, Candy's proportions would make her seem a little bottom-heavy, and less visibly chesty, no?

That said, I do have a very pronounced personal preference for variety in breast size and shape, so I suppose there could be some bias affecting my thinking, lol.

Anyway, this was really an excellent addition to the Sims saga! Can't wait to see more!

Nah, I appreciate the criticism. With regards to Ruby and Ashley, yes it was due to the beating she took finally beating Roxie that has her breasts not looking like they're supposed to. It's why the other's, who've known her longer, spotted the difference while Ashley who's only met her once didn't.

And it's also my fault since in the earlier chapters the only characters I gave fixed bust sizes for were June and Ruby (since I didn't realize the story would catch on like it did).

As for the descrption of the girls, again, something I forgot to put in. Betty and Ashley are supposed to be taller than the other younger women, but similar in body shape with Pauline...slim and busty. Candy is supposed to have an hourglass figure, hence the curvy description, to suit her profession as a DJ.

Things left out and forgotten since I'm writing this in tandem with two other stories.

[Augur]

Bravo! Another masterpiece - and a seriously action-packed installment at that!

As disappointed as I am over Ruby's recent battle-damage, and her boobs' consequent inability to provide a proper marathon tussle for our enjoyment here, I'm sure she and Ashley will get their rematch sooner or later. And in the meantime, reading how Pauline's exceedingly firm and perky young tits went to war with Hannah's big, round globes and pounded the older woman into submission was highly enjoyable, as was the unique dance-off titfight between Betty and Candy! And to think, we still have June vs. Mags 2 as well as Fatima vs. Honey to look forward to! You do spoil us, lol...

A quick note on some details, though (I do so love minutiae, especially when it comes to breasts!): Ashley's breasts are stated to be very similar in size to Betty, Jamie and Pauline's (34D), yet at the start of the college blonde's all-too-brief match against Ruby, her rack appears to be even with the redhead's 34DDs. (Ashley's boobs do also look perkier than Ruby's, though the aforementioned prior damage is of course at least partly to blame for that). I also seem to recall that Ashley's pair seemed a bit smaller in a previous chapter, when she took on Ruby the first time... So, my question is, shouldn't the redheaded man-eater be a tad more busty than the other "juniors"? Also, given the way Candy's physique is described as eye-poppingly shapely and curvaceous, and how her figure manages to eclipse those of the other young females (with the possible exception of the also highly buxom and curvy Ruby), I would've expected her breasts to possess at least a minor size advantage over the slimmer, less full-figured Betty's firm orbs. Otherwise, Candy's proportions would make her seem a little bottom-heavy, and less visibly chesty, no?

That said, I do have a very pronounced personal preference for variety in breast size and shape, so I suppose there could be some bias affecting my thinking, lol.

Anyway, this was really an excellent addition to the Sims saga! Can't wait to see more!

Nah, I appreciate the criticism. With regards to Ruby and Ashley, yes it was due to the beating she took finally beating Roxie that has her breasts not looking like they're supposed to. It's why the other's, who've known her longer, spotted the difference while Ashley who's only met her once didn't.

And it's also my fault since in the earlier chapters the only characters I gave fixed bust sizes for were June and Ruby (since I didn't realize the story would catch on like it did).

As for the descrption of the girls, again, something I forgot to put in. Betty and Ashley are supposed to be taller than the other younger women, but similar in body shape with Pauline...slim and busty. Candy is supposed to have an hourglass figure, hence the curvy description, to suit her profession as a DJ.

Things left out and forgotten since I'm writing this in tandem with two other stories.

Totally understandable! There's no way I could've kept track of things with the girls of TA and BFS without the very handy excel table I'd received from Jon Grey (and which I of course kept adding new characters into). Simply too many different characters (and racks) to juggle and details to memorize - not to mention too many chapters to continuously go back and check things from.

Speaking of that, had to go and actually look it up, just to make sure I hadn't been imagining things, and that my memory was still functioning properly... 

From Sims 8:
"With that Ruby exerted herself and Ashley wailed again, still holding on, despite her boobs slowly giving way to Ruby's larger rack."

In any case, I very much recommend creating some type of reference table to help keep track of all the different characters and their physiques; I've found the excel to be extremely useful, and nothing short of vital when it comes to maintaining well-ordered "ranks/placements" for breast size and firmness for a large number of characters with a multitude of potential different pairings for matches. You know, to be able to say right off the bat that A is a hint larger than B, or that C is noticeably firmer than D but only very slightly firmer than A or B, etc.

[Augur]