Small Town, Big Tits: Part 12

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SMACK!

"Oh, fuck you!"

Sydney glared at her brunette opponent. Matilda smirked and hefted one of her bean bags.

"Ready to give up and admit that I'm the queen of cornhole?"

 Sydney snorted. "In your dreams, bitch." She cocked back her arm, then snapped it forwards. Her red beanbag curved gracefully through the air and smacked down onto the cornhole board. It slid into one of Matilda's blue beanbags, and the two sacks strained against one another, battling for position. The blue bag slid almost to the edge of the board but did not fall off. Sydney cursed as Matilda laughed.

The big brunette tossed her final beanbag with a careless motion. It sailed cleanly through the hole in the center of the board.

"That makes three consecutive games I've won," Matilda bragged. "Are you done now?"

"No way," said Sydney with a steely glare. "We're playing until I get a win. I don't care if it takes all day."

Matilda shrugged. "Alright then, let me get another beer first." She wandered back over towards the white pickup truck, the back of which held a cooler of cheap beer bought by the brunette's older brother.

Both girls were recently graduated cheerleaders from Rockwell High, celebrating their last summer together before college. They had driven Matilda's family truck to the top of Heaven's Hill, a popular hangout spot for the local youth as evidenced by the abundance of empty beer cans littering the grass.

Matilda was a tall, strong shouldered farm girl. She was the foundation of the squad in more ways than one. Her powerful build allowed her to effortlessly hold her teammates aloft, while her casual, quiet nature helped defuse conflicts between the other girls. And when words failed, her decently firm mid sized DDs were pretty eloquent in their own way.

As she grabbed a beer, Matilda turned to watch the other three girls who stood in the waist high brown grass. The twins Stella and Luna, a pair of hot blooded tight bodied Latina spitfires, wrestled back and forth, their pert C cups battling between them. Those two seemed to fight almost every day, yet the record between them remained stubbornly tied. Stella was the more fashion conscious of the two and often wore her hair in elaborate styles, although at the moment it hung wildly past her shoulders. Luna had a reputation as a tomboy, keeping her hair cut short above her shoulders and refusing to wear anything more complicated than jeans and T-shirts.

Sun-Lee cheered from the sidelines, the bubbly Korean's bouncy D cup chest swinging about as she jumped back and forth. Her face had a round, friendly shape, and her curves were more pleasantly inviting than intimidatingly sexual. She shouted encouragement to both girls, switching back and forth to support whoever happened to be losing at that moment.

"C'mon, Luna, get her by the hair! That's it! Stella, are you just going to let her grab your hair like that? Sweep the leg!"

Sydney watched her squad with a mix of pride and sadness. She would miss those crazy girls once they all went away to school. But she knew it was time to close this chapter. The strawberry blonde cheer captain had risen as high as she could in Rockwell.

Well, she thought with a slight frown, almost as high. There was one hurdle she had never been able to overcome. Her body was made of lean, hard muscle, power and speed and flexibility all packaged together into a playboy bunny shape. Her chest was on the low end of a DD cup, but it packed more density and firmness than almost any other girl in town. Some people had even taken to calling her "The Next Alice". At least, until that red streaked slut appeared.

Sydney had been so sure of herself. After all, Violet had never even been in a titfight when the cheer squad cornered her behind the school. Luna had even live-streamed the whole thing to Sydney's then boyfriend, whose wandering eye had fallen onto the recently developed brunette's body. But instead of the easy win she had been expecting, the fight had turned into an agonizing slog, as Violet's impossibly firm chest outmatched Sydney's own on every exchange, the brunette gaining more and more confidence as the fight tipped in her favor.

Her boyfriend had recorded the whole thing and posted it online the next day, right after dumping her. Her stock had plummeted overnight, girls snickering behind her back, boys openly laughing at her, even adult women around town giving her knowing smirks. Only her teammates had remained loyal throughout the ordeal, helping defend her honor whenever it was questioned.

That was the only fight Sydney had ever lost. She had faced Violet several times since, but every match ended the same way. Well, the summer was young. Maybe she had time for one final shot at reclaiming her glory.

Over the shrieks of the squabbling sisters, Sydney heard something. "Car!" She called out. Stella and Luna instantly disentangled and scrambled to pull on their shirts, covering their bruised boobs. The gaggle of girls clumped together to watch the car emerge from the tree line. It was a sporty model, cherry red, which rolled to a stop next to Matilda's truck. The engine cut out and the door swung open.

"Hey girls, how ya been?" Rachel was a tall, powerfully built black woman with the looks of a supermodel. She had been cheer captain three years ago, when the rest of them had been cheer captain on the squad. She had also possessed one of the most potent racks in town, once slugging it out with the legendary Alice for almost twenty full minutes in a fight that was still talked about today.

"Holy shit!" The girls squealed with joy as they swarmed their old friend with a group hug. "What are you doing here, Rachel?"

"If you're asking how I knew you guys were up here? It was pretty easy to figure out when Sun-Lee texted me a picture of you two fighting." Stella and Luna glared at the Korean, who grinned sheepishly. "As to what brings me back to Rockwell, well." The black former captain smiled, but her eyes were more mischievous than a six month old kitten. "A little birdy told me that Alice got beat, twice. I just had to come back to town and see for myself." She stretched backwards, pressing her enormous DD boobs, bigger even than Alice's, to strain against her shirt. "Figured maybe I'd take another crack at them, or maybe take the title from that new girl, Violet."

Sydney's smile stayed on her face, but inside her heart a spike of ice began to form. Not even a full minute and Rachel was already moving to place herself back at the top of the pecking order. The black girl had been the blonde's mentor, and one of her best friends, but Rachel's time was past and Sydney's time was now. If Rachel wanted her spot back, she had better be prepared to take it.

"Want a beer?" Matilda asked their old captain, who nodded enthusiastically as they all made their way to the truck. The brunette tossed over a can. "Sydney, you ready for me to kick your butt at cornhole again?"

"In a minute," Sydney said, "I wanna catch up with Rachel first."

Sun-Lee looked at Stella and Luna, who both glared at her. "So...back to your fight?" She asked with a nervous smile.

"Oh, we're fighting all right," said Luna, stepping forwards.

"Just not each other," Stella continued, reaching out for Sun-Lee's shirt collar. The curvy Korean squealed and spun on her heel to run as the Mexican twins lunged for her. All three went down in a tangle of limbs. Stella tugged at Sun-Lee's shirt as Luna spanked her ample ass. Rachel and Sydney sat on the back bumper of the truck and sipped cheap beer as they watched.

"You did good," Rachel said suddenly. "With the team, I mean. I saw the news clip of you guys at the state championships. And the other video, under the bleachers at the Norton football game. You were almost as good as when I was in charge."

Sydney detected a slight challenge in that last bit, and rose to it. "Some people would say we did even better with me in charge. After all, you only got fifth place at the championships. I took us to second."

"Yeah, you're great at getting second," Rachel retorted. "Like how you ended up second place to Violet. How long did it take your tits to stop oozing out of your bra? A month?"

"Less time than it took yours to stop drooping after Alice pounded them flat!" Everyone froze and stared at Sydney, whose voice had risen to a shout. The two alphas glared at one another, green eyes and brown eyes locked in an electric stare.

Sydney finally snorted and hopped off the truck, peeling off her top to let her firm boobs free. Rachel followed suit more slowly. "It doesn't have to be like this, Sydney," she cautioned. "Just admit that I'm the better woman, and we can all have a good summer." Her heavy black boobs jutted out from her chest like a pair of cannonballs. Sydney's own pair stuck out just as proudly, even if her tanned orbs were slightly smaller.

The girls were of a roughly similar size and build, although Rachel had broader hips and Sydney had more visible muscle definition. Sydney wore her strawberry blonde hair in a high ponytail, Rachel had her long black hair tied back in an intricate braid.

The other girls slowly moved to form a rough circle around them. None of them spoke. They just waited for the battle for pack dominance to begin.

First contact was soft, almost gentle. Sydney and Rachel simply walked forwards into each other. Both pairs of young breasts held firm for a moment, then slowly began to press outwards as the women forced themselves closer. Rachel's larger pair bent slightly further inwards, causing the proud black woman to grunt in surprise. Sydney smirked as she rolled her shoulders forwards, pushing her incredibly perky white tits deeper into the meaty black flesh of her rival.

Rachel growled low and soft, then wrapped her muscular arms around Sydney's tight shoulders and began to squeeze. The black girl angled her chest upwards to force her bigger, heavier boobs on top, weighing Sydney down. The added power of gravity began to tilt the fight in Rachel's favor, as Sydney's breasts started to flatten from above. The white girl groaned under the weight, but gamely wrapped her own arms around Rachel's slender waist, driving her chest inwards and up.

They began spinning in slow, lazy circles, wrapped in each other's arms, sweat soaked skin pressed tight together. Occasionally Rachel would pull back and sling her big chest from the side, or Sydney would drive a sudden sharp thrust forwards with her firm tits. On these occasions the victim would moan, or even whimper, but always grit her teeth and return to the fight with double the effort.

"Look at those small, pathetic white tits," Rachel panted. "Just getting absolutely crushed by my proud black boobs."

"Dream on, you fucking skank," Sydney gasped back. "My epic white boobs are going to flatten your fat black jugs."

From the sidelines Sun-Lee shouted "Now now, girls, let's leave race out of it and just have a good, friendly titfight." Rachel and Sydney actually had to pause at that, as both girls started laughing too hard to keep fighting. They broke apart, hands on their knees, gasping for breath between laughs. Once they had recovered from their fit of the giggles, they looked back at each other with half smirks.

Rachel nodded at Sydney's tits, which were reddening but still visibly firm. "That is one seriously awesome rack, Sydney. Don't make me ruin it. Just admit that I'm better than you."

Sydney cupped her boobs towards Rachel's own darkening set. "What's the matter, Rachel? Scared? Your boobs are pretty fantastic, but they just can't compete with my younger, stronger pair. Why don't you just admit that your time is past and acknowledge me as your captain?"

Rachel chuckled, then clasped both hands behind her back, pressing her chest out to its furthest extent, twin double Ds sticking out like a pair of soldiers at attention. "The day I surrender to a skinny little skank like you is the day I hang up my bra for good." Sydney matched the motion, swelling out her own impressive, if slightly smaller, chest.

The two tigresses stepped forward swinging. Their chests collided with a meaty smack, Rachel's larger pair pushing Sydney's out of the way before the athletic blonde snapped her shoulders around and slammed into Rachel. Back and forth they boxed, black and white tits battling for supremacy as they flew back and forth. Rachel moaned as an uppercut sent her tits flying up almost into her face. Sydney wailed as a right hook sent her own boobs slamming into each other with painful force.

As she scrambled to regain her footing, Sydney lunged forwards in a desperate frontal ram. Rachel was caught off guard and cried out in pain as the firmer, smaller white tits stabbed into hers, threatening to pierce all the way to her inner titflesh. The black girl staggered backwards, but caught herself as Sydney grew overeager and tried to press the attack. As Sydney stepped forwards, Rachel actually leapt into the air and slammed down from above, threatening to collapse Sydney's chest inwards. The white girl shrieked in pain and surprise.

"C'mon, Sydney!" Luna shouted from the sidelines. "Turn those tits into chocolate pudding!"

Stella glared at her twin before turning back to the fight. "Let's go, Rachel!" She called out. "Make like Ahab and slay that white whale!"

Luna groaned in exasperation. "Dios mio, sis, you're such a nerd!" In response Stella grabbed her in a headlock. The two of them wrestled back and forth until Matilda grabbed them both by the ear and pulled them apart.

"You two can fight later," the farmgirl said. "For now, just watch." The twins glared at each other, but turned back to the fight.

Neither combatant had gained any sort of visible lead. They continued to slug it out, Sydney managing to hold her ground despite her disadvantage in size. As Rachel swung from the left, the blonde ducked nimbly out of range, then rammed forwards, hands reaching out to grab two black shoulders. Sydney began swinging left and right, ramming her chest into Rachel's damaged orbs.

As she drove her chest forwards, Sydney flashed back to that fight. She had been the future. She had been the next Alice, the next boob goddess. Then Violet had flattened her, and suddenly she was a side character in someone else's story. She was the sexy, athletic cheer captain, with blonde hair, a posse of friends, and tits most girls couldn't even dream of! She was not supposed to lose to play second chair to some plain-jane brunette loser! She let that anger drive her harder and harder, as she pressed Rachel's chest flatter and flatter, the black girl openly wailing now as her proud chest threatened to pancake.

In a move born of desperation Rachel rammed straight forwards. Her bigger chest slammed up against Sydney's own prodigious orbs, pressed out to the side, then finally forced their opponents backwards as Rachel pressed her shoulders in tight. It was a small victory, but Rachel capitalized on it, instantly spinning her shoulders sideways and snapping a right hook at her rival. Sydney's boobs were almost ripped off her chest as the massive black mammaries plowed into hers like a bull on cocaine.

Sydney's feet staggered under her as she tried to get her balance, but Rachel was on her before she could recover. The black girl sent another heavy haymaker into her chest, then another. Sweat flew from their chests as meaty young flesh smacked together. Sydney was staggering backwards, unable to mount any kind of effective offense. As she stepped backwards, her bare back suddenly pressed up against something searingly hot. She had been forced up against the grill of Matilda's truck.

The metal truck had been sitting in direct sunlight for almost an hour at this point. The metal had grown damn near hot enough to fry an egg, let alone tender young skin. Sydney's eyes grew wide in fear as she realized she was cornered. Rachel laughed and rammed forwards, trying to force Sydney backwards into the hot grill. Sydney strained with all the strength in her powerful core, but Rachel was bigger than her and stronger than her. The white girl shrieked as she felt the skin on her back begin to burn as she was pressed up against the metal.

Rachel was so sure of her victory that she was not paying attention to her legs. Sydney managed to hook a toned leg behind one of her opponent's black, meaty thighs, and spin, flipping their positions around and forcing Rachel against the scorching grill.

"OH FUCK!" The black girl screamed as she felt her skin burn and her chest bend inwards. With a vicious grin, Sydney pressed harder, bending Rachel backwards and forcing her shoulders down onto the hood.

"Check it out, girls!" She shouted to her friends. "I'm barbecuing a cow!" Rachel sobbed in agony as she grabbed at Sydney's hair, her shoulders, anything to make the pain stop! Her boobs felt like they were about to burst, and she could practically smell herself cooking. The former cheer captain scrunched her eyes shut against the pain, tensed her body like a spring, and threw all her muscle power into one explosive motion.

Sydney squealed in shock as she was flipped up over her opponent's head, only to crash down onto the hood of the hot truck. As her back arched in agony, she was driven suddenly down by the weight of Rachel. The black girl had climbed up onto the truck after her and straddled her white opponent, dropping her boobs downwards in a devastating bomb. Sydney sobbed as she felt her chest collapsing inwards, her firm young flesh barely clinging to life as the massive black melons of Rachel threatened to flatten her. At the same time, the pain throughout her body was horrendous. It felt like she was laying on a bed of needles, and every thrust from Rachel made it worse.

"Give up, Sydney!" Rachel growled at her, her voice roughened by rage. "Say I'm the better woman! SAY IT!" Sydney reached up and clawed at Rachel's face, but the black girl caught her hand and forced it away, ramming her boobs downwards yet again.

Sydney could hardly see through her tears. The only rational thought left in her mind was to beat the bitch laying on top of her. With a scream of exertion, she rolled sideways, forcing Rachel off balance and tipping her towards the edge of the truck. Rachel yelped as she began to fall. Her hands slapped about in search of any handhold.

One of the trailing hands was caught by Sydney, who managed to throw her black rival off the hood of the truck while still holding it. With her other hand, she grabbed Rachel's other arm, holding the black girl suspended on the hood of the truck, her upper body pressed against the top, her legs dangling towards the ground without touching them. Sydney knelt on her knees above her opponent, facing towards the black girl. She slammed her chest downwards and Rachel screamed.

As Rachel hung in a crucifixion pose, Sydney continued to grind her chest downwards, her damaged chest still managing to press her rival's flatter on every exchange. Black and white flesh was both damaged almost beyond recognition, but it was Rachel's chest which spilled out to the sides every time they connected. At the same time, the burning metal stabbed into Rachel's back like a hundred knives, causing the black girl to thrash about in agony. Sydney's arms burned with the effort of holding her aloft, but the cheerleader's toned muscle allowed her to accomplish the feat.

Her world suddenly turned dark and Sydney gasped in surprise. Rachel had managed to use her own incredible core power to flip her legs upwards, and wrap her calves around Sydney's head. Even as she cried aloud, the black girl began pulling, trying to drag Sydney off of her with the strength of her muscular legs. Sydney drove downwards, grinding her chest deeper and deeper into Rachel's weakening orbs. She could feel the black flesh breaking! Just a few seconds more, and she would win!

Then Sydney was airborne.

The audience watched in awe as Rachel managed to flip Sydney with the strength of her legs, toned by years of weight training. The white girl sailed through the air in slow motion, her strawberry blonde ponytail fluttering in the wind like a streamer behind her. Rachel's feet touched down as the black girl cradled her wounded chest, glaring with fire at the white girl she planned to destroy.

Old instincts took over midair. Sydney pulled her body into a ball, spun her legs downwards, and reextended. She landed with her feet tucked together, her entire body ramrod straight. Without even a moment's pause, she spun around and charged Rachel.

The black girl's brown eyes widened in horror as she saw those tits coming for hers. Behind her was the hot metal truck. She tensed her tight body, ready for one desperate plan. When Sydney hit her, she would use the momentum to spin her around, pinning the white girl against the truck and finishing her off. The only question was, did her body still have the strength? Everything hurt after hanging off the edge of the hot truck like that.

Sydney closed the distance, then jumped the final few feet. Her big white boobs were almost as brown as her opponents from all the bruising, although Rachel's boobs were now admittedly almost black. Both racks slammed together and collapsed almost totally inwards, waves of flesh rippling out to the sides. Both girls wailed as Rachel tried to spin and Sydney tried to hold her in place.

Then, one girl's body failed her. Rachel sobbed as she felt her shoulders slam back against the burning hot metal, and her boobs finally caved in under Sydney's relentless assault. She tapped out almost instantly, her throat too hoarse from screaming to even call out a surrender. Sydney pulled back just as fast, letting Rachel fall forwards to her hands and knees, her broken boobs hanging below her like dead chickens hanging in a butcher's window.

Sydney cradled her own chest and winced at the mere touch of her fingers. Her proud, firm boobs were almost completely destroyed, but they had won. She had won. Her friends all ran forwards to congratulate her. Matilda hoisted the blonde up onto her shoulders, parading her around. Rachel watched from the ground, torn between the pain of losing, and the pride of seeing her old student finally overcome the teacher. At last Sydney dropped back down and walked over to her fallen adversary.

The blonde extended a hand to the black girl below, who willingly took it. Sydney paused before pulling her up. "First," she said, "who has the best boobs?"

"You do, Sydney," said Rachel with a self deprecating smile. "Your big, firm boobs crushed my fat, floppy jugs, just like you said they would. You are the captain. You are my captain." At that, Sydney pulled her up, and the two girls hugged, although in such a way that their injured chests did not touch.

Rachel leaned in to whisper into Sydney's ear. "Just for the record," she breathed, "you got lucky. If it hadn't been for that truck, I would have had you crying for mommy."

"Anytime you want a rematch," Sydney whispered back, "just ask." The two girls pulled apart and signalled to Matilda. She ran around to the cooler and tossed them both a cold can of beer, which each girl pressed to her aching chest.

Off to the side, Stella and Luna began fighting again over a bet the two had apparently made. Sun-Lee cheered them both on, and Matilda moved to break them up. Sydney and Rachel just sat and watched.

"So what's next for you?" Asked Rachel of her successor. "You definitely have one hell of a rack. Hell, you might even be firmer than Alice, and I would know. You could take a shot at her. Or are you going to take on Violet again, finally avenge that loss?"

Sydney shrugged as she sipped her beer. "Violet and Kay already have their match coming up, so they're both off the table for at least a week. In the meantime, who knows? Maybe I'll take on Alice. Maybe I'll take a little trip over to Bechdel's Babes. Maybe I'll even head over to Norton, see about snagging some rich bitch's bra for my wall. Plenty of options."

Rachel nodded in understanding. "It's your last year before college. If you have anything on your bucket list to check off, this is the time to do it. And whatever you decide, just know that I'll be in your corner. I mean it. Once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader." The two girls smiled at each other, and clinked their beers to the sound of Stella shrieking a Mexican curse.

As she drank, Sydney reflected that there was only one item on her bucket list. Championships and wins might be nice, but there was only one opponent who really mattered. Only one loss she still had to avenge.

Whether Violet walked away from Kay as the champion or not, Sydney would be coming for her. And this time, one way or another, the cheerleader would finally have her revenge.

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Wow! That was one seriously athletic and acrobatic boob-wrestling sequence! Very fitting for the two first-class cheerleaders of course, with the scorching hot pickup truck adding yet another interesting element (or complication) to the already quite unique fight choreography. Though personally, I'll have to admit that, being a known sucker for intimate close-quarters grinding battles, it was that initial, deliciously prolonged test of density, firmness and pure tit-power that was the single most appealing part of the engagement for me...  Feel free to add more of that into future matches as well! 

And I see you weren't joking about still having many more factions to introduce into the veritable free-for-all of Rockwell-Norton 'metropolitan area'!    Rachel naturally had already made her first appearance in the original "pilot" chapter in a brief background note from Alice's history, and Sydney's debut came soon after that as Violet's first victim. Given how incredibly stacked and tough Rachel is, having given legendary Alice's (just a hint smaller) bronzed DD cannonballs one heck of a workout back in the day, it's now exceedingly clear that Sydney's own, more recent loss(es) to the current champ were definitely not due to any lack of ability or boob quality from the blonde head cheerleader. It appears that Sydney's compact DDs are very similar to Phoebe's when it comes to size, and perhaps a little firmer yet than even Alice's upper-end DDs. And the blonde cheerleader evidently possesses plenty of skill, agility and athleticism to boot! She's clearly one further legitimate rival for all existing top guns in town.

But at the same time, all this also goes to underline the insanely high quality, almost impossible firmness and sheer mind-blowingly prodigious boob-power of Violet's top-range D-cups... I mean, if the toned brunette was able to beat "the next Alice", an opponent as obviously epic-titted and dangerous as Sydney undeniably is, in her very first titfight while giving up massive amounts of experience and skill to the blonde, and then repeated that remarkable achievement several times in a row by flattening Sydney's superb, impressively large and imposingly dense orbs in numerous subsequent rematches... then the only logical conclusion I can draw is that Violet's naturally grown assets must be truly exceptional! No wonder she was able to out-boob even the legendary goddess, who'd for so many years remained entirely invincible. And considering the fact that Violet is now - at long last - finally getting some actual training and mentoring (from an expert titfighter, no less) on how to properly use her "goddess-slaying" super-tits... oh dear, I'm not sure if Sydney fully appreciates just how much of an uphill battle she's likely facing. As of right now, it looks like she might well end up being Violet's very own "Phoebe"... 

Kay and Alice had better make sure they're in top fighting form, too. With some newly acquired top-notch technique to go with her already incredibly potent rack, Violet will soon be a real nightmare of an opponent! 

As for Sydney, I'll be curious to see which girl she'll be taking on next. Diane, Alice, Fawn or one of the Norton sluts? Or maybe Rebel the muscular biker chick will get to show off her D-cups for the first time? And let's not forget all the majestic mature mammaries that are still jiggling around the county!    Carol, Pepper, Ruth, the redheaded teacher, Fawn's mother Bambi... so many superb vintage racks, yet so few much-deserved appearances! 

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As for Sydney, I'll be curious to see which girl she'll be taking on next. Diane, Alice, Fawn or one of the Norton sluts? Or maybe Rebel the muscular biker chick will get to show off her D-cups for the first time? And let's not forget all the majestic mature mammaries that are still jiggling around the county!    Carol, Pepper, Ruth, the redheaded teacher, Fawn's mother Bambi... so many superb vintage racks, yet so few much-deserved appearances! 

There are definitely plenty of top-tittied women strutting around the region

I suppose I can take this time to throw out an open invitation to everyone on this site. Part of the reason I have created so many locales, factions and characters is in the hope that other writers will be inspired to create their own stories in the STBT universe. So please, if there's a matchup you want to see, or a character concept you think would fit in among the girls of Rockwell (or Norton), don't hesitate to share it with the class 

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