Ahh, what the heck - might as well post these older intro sequences here as well:
Sorority Sex Wrestling League
These two girls will be competing over the Championship title in just a few minutes, pitting their grappling skills and sexual prowess against one another...
Melanie, on the left in blue socks, is the college's current Titfight Champ, and was recently ranked as the "hottest babe on campus". She's a tough, powerful and undeniably dangerous foe in pretty much any contest, but her favourite (possibly tied with titfighting) sport happens to be erotic wrestling. Her deceptive strength and borderline unsatiable sex drive have so far proved too much for the opposition to handle, with Melanie usually preferring to finish her matches with a fairly straight-forward fuck-pin - by mounting her tired, panting rivals and simply fucking their brains out from above. Their concentration can't have been helped by the fact that the girl's statuesque figure and large, perfect breasts looked absolutely incredible in that position... Melanie reportedly gets a kick out of doing the same to her boyfriend - a tall, muscular hunk of a linebacker - who'd previously earned himself something of a reputation as a ladies' man. Along with the less-than-subtle nickname "Big Black Bull". Judging by the dazed, almost vacant expression adorning his face right now, the stud looking positively pussy-whipped, Melanie definitely knows her way 'round the rodeo. And is just as good at taming dicks as she is at taming chicks. In any case, it's clear the girl likes to be on top, figuratively as well as literally. She flashes the crowd a wide, self-asssured grin, looking ready to ride yet another rival to a hot, blissful submission.
The contestant on the right, wearing crimson stripes, is famously lethal in her own right. While somewhat smaller and lighter,
Hailey is known for her speed, skill and flexibility, having dominated most of her opponents in the preceding rounds by first immobilizing her prey and then slowly conquering their bodies with tantalizing, feline grace. The crowd has no trouble recalling how her previous opponent, last year's number two sexfighter - and this year's favorite - had struggled to contain the nimble girl on the mat. The tanned, athletic-looking blonde had been on the defensive from the start, her taut muscles bulging with exertion as she'd sought to counter Hailey's quickness and agility with raw strength and size. The blonde had, to her credit, succeeded in getting two whole orgasms out of her feisty opponent - more than anyone else had managed so far. But she, too, had ultimately ran out of steam as Hailey's body inexorably wore hers out, the lithe girl methodically dismantling her big, sporty opponent and turning the once-confident blonde into a hapless, trembling mess of moans, groans and mewls. The sixth submission had probably been the most memorable, the proud, athletic female excstatically whimpering her surrender into Hailey's mouth as their combined thighscissor-fingerfucking-kissduel ended in the latter's favor. To the shock of many, the next three falls had seen a similar result, forcing the outmatched blonde to quit, visibly broken - physically as well as mentally - and thoroughly unable to continue.
These matches were usually fought in the marathon style, with ten falls in total - or even more, if the score happened to end up being tied at 5-5.
As the two contestants finished stretching and slowly began to take their positions on the opposite ends of the mat, the audience could only hope this one would be such an occasion. The potential was certainly there...
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Perfect Blondie vs Chunky Brunette
https://ibb.co/FKtj4J4A HS senior house party is in full swing. The school's queen bee and popular "Barbie Girl" Melissa has, to her astonishment, caught her meathead jock of a boyfriend making out with some chunky, fat-ass slut with marginally larger boobs. What's even worse, the overweight skank in question - often referred to as Tit-Tina by their classmates - is publicly refusing to acknowledge the queen bee's superiority and greater attractiveness, and has now openly challenged her into a titfight!
The blonde isn't even trying to hide her incredulity; everyone knows that she's got the best rack in school. Large, round and plenty dense for their size. Melissa's perfect barbie boobs have flattened each and every set they've ever gone up against, often easily dominating the other girl's chest, and always proving that their lesser tits are no match for her own. This chubby whore Tina looks a little bigger up top than the rest, but the queen bee knows her breasts' impressive firmness will more than make up for that.
Tina, for her part, knows that she's got her work cut out for her. She has seen the blonde's wrecking ball titties in action a few times, and knows better than to underestimate them. But her own jugs also have their fair share of titfighting victories under their belt, having pummeled countless other teens' puffed-up boobs to paste. Her body may be a tad heavier and fatter than the mainstream ideal would prefer, but guys sure as heck don't seem to mind the extra meat. And her boobs, especially, always get them drooling the second Tina lets her puppies out to play.
The two busty 18-year-olds exchange identical, mean but determined-looking glares as they begin to remove their tops, a chorus of whistles showing their classmates' approval. The girls are going to settle their differences - and the school's pecking order - in front of the entire crowd. Whose big, young breasts will reign supreme? Will Melissa's perfect barbie boobs pound Tina's udders flat? Or will the thick brunette's rack ultimately squash the queen bee's best assets in front of everyone?
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British Boob Brawl
"Anyone brave enough to try their luck against these tits?"
"Sure! I'll take your jiggly hangers out."
A surprised silence fell over the audience when the glamour model's call for challengers was met by a rather plain and doughy-looking girl with a strong tan but less-than-toned figure. She strutted onto the stage with confidence, however, swaying her hips lazily and letting everyone feast their eyes on her young, curvaceous body. A wide grin was playing on her lips as she waved at the crowd, and she blew a kiss at some males seated in the front row, earning a few whistles from them.
"Seriously?" the model snorted, raising an eyebrow as she regarded her opponent with what looked like mild incredulity. "Little Miss Piggy here thinks she can take me on?"
Though perhaps not quite chubby, the newcomer's physique did admittely seem a tad pudgy next to the lean, visibly fit Page Three Girl.
"You've certainly got some gut, no doubt about that," the glamorous woman sniped with a catty smirk, her gaze locking onto her challenger's midsection. "And pretty impressive love-handles to boot."
A few chortles sounded from the crowd, and the girl's previously cheerful expression darkened noticeably.
"At least my boobs aren't saggy like yours."
Ooooh. That sure got everyone's attention. The glamour model narrowed her eyes, starting to untie her flimsy top.
"You must be as blind as you are dumb, Muffin-Top," she hissed, flinging the garment off and giving her best assets a quick jostle. "These perfect tits are way nicer and perkier than your flabby set could ever hope to be."
And they were a sight to behold, alright. Big, ample and quite firm-looking as well, a truly photogenic pair of full, all-natural breasts with a sexy teardrop shape. Ideal for her job. They weren't massive, but definitely more than a handful, and complemented her shapely body very well. Large, but not so large as to steal all the thunder. Just most of it.
The glamour model's reveal (and tantalizing bare breasts) received roaring approval, and it took a good while before the last yells and hollers from her vast fanbase of admirers finally started to quiet down. She laced her fingers above her head to provide some extra lift (not that her set really needed it) and offered her opponent a smug, condescending smile.
"Anything you'd like to say, Miss Piggy?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, there is..." the tanned girl drawled, her face betraying no nervousness or intimidation as she reached behind to unclasp her own bra.
"It's time those droopy hangers stepped aside and made way for fresh talent. You've got a decent-enough set of jugs I guess, but as you're about to see, mine are simply better. In every conceivable way."
Ignoring the other woman's scowl and flashing the crowd a cocky grin, she let her thick, meaty globes pop free with a delicious bounce. The girl tossed her bikini top into the audience and raised her arms high in the air as she invited everyone to take a good look, slowly turning around. Her bravado earned a loud cheer, which only grew more deafening as people were able to drink in the sight.
The blondie, while not particularly slim or taut, nor what you'd be likely to call a great beauty, did have one thing going for her. Or, well, two things, really.
She had a seriously impressive rack.
The glamour model's face fell slightly as she stared at the doughy girl, taking in her nude torso, and most importantly, those two large, tanned orbs. She glanced down at her own breasts, then back to the new girl's set, her gaze flickering back and forth between their busts as if trying to convince herself that she was just imagining things.
This chunky bitch could not actually have boobs that rivaled her own. There was just no way.
It was one thing that those plump, ugly teats seemed like they might be a tiny bit bigger than hers. Lots of women had her beat in size, after all. She didn't have the 'largest' set of breasts in town, she had the 'best'.
Much more disturbingly, she could not shake the thought that the shape of those flabby things appeared to be ever-so-slightly rounder, higher, as well. The difference was subtle, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. This butterface had firmer-looking tits than she did.
It was inconceivable.
It was infuriating.
And completely, utterly intolerable.
She was going to pound those arrogant cow-udders to a fucking pulp.
As the commotion finally began to die down, the crowd's rambunctiousness enhanced by an unexpectedly worthy challenger, the two topless females took a few steps toward one another, facing off with their tits hovering mere inches apart.
"I hope you're ready to kiss those fat-sacks goodbye," the glamour model hissed, her face a mask of cool, indignant anger.
Now that their arms were down to their sides, her opponent's breasts didn't seem quite so firm and spherical, appearing to hang just a bit. But to her intense humiliation, her own pair still looked a hint less perky, featuring an almost-imperceptibly greater amount of visible sag. Almost, but not quite.
"Oh, if you thought me showing you up in front of all your adoring fans was bad, think again," the tanned girl murmured, her grin (and words) suggesting she'd read the other woman's mind.
"My gorgeous big boobs are going to grind those weak, mushy pillows to paste. Right here on this stage, with everyone watching," she continued, her blazing gaze locked with the more modelesque woman's as her voice lowered into a whisper. "I will flatten your precious bitch-tits. And I'll enjoy every little whimper you make while doing it."
"Bring it then, fatty," the model snarled, practically seething now. "Those blubbery things aren't gonna last two minutes."
"Let's tussle."
***
Friends and Rivals - Titfight on the Beach
Katherine wearing black,
Allison in blue
Growing up, Katherine had always been in the shadow of her pretty, tanned and slender classmate Allison. While not fat or ugly herself, Kat had never been able to compete with the sportier, classically good-looking girl in terms of popularity. And though Ally wasn't really the type to rub that fact in, her upbeat, outgoing and bubbly personality and constant smiling hadn't really helped Katherine feel any better about the situation. Everyone loved perfect little Allison. And paid little to no attention to her.
Well, used to, anyway. The boys certainly noticed Kat now.
Puberty had hit both girls at around the same time, and with similar effects. Of course Allison, whose lean physique had always closely matched mainstream beauty standards, and who was used to wearing skimpy, form-fitting clothes (including but not limited to her cheerleading uniform), hadn't been afraid to show off her new figure in school. The boys, their recently awakened hormones raging, had been reduced to drooling idiots at the sight of Ally's curves. All the while Katherine, already less confident about her pale, slightly chunky body, had only grown more insecure, and done her best to hide those sudden changes with several layers of baggy clothing. As quickly as the 'baby fat' on her frame had seemed to be turning into distinctly feminine, womanly shapes, the mental transformation had been slower.
Last July, right after her 18th birthday, Kat had finally broken out of her shell. Almost literally. Oh, how she'd enjoyed the way those guys' jaws had dropped as they saw her strut onto the beach in her brand new bikini, rocking the biggest set of teenage tits around. The girls' eyes had gone pretty wide as well, their faces displaying equal amounts of surprise and envy. Though still not what you'd call skinny, Katherine now had a pronounced hourglass figure, and her big, ample rack looked nothing short of phenomenal. Her only regret was that Ally hadn't been there to witness her debut, the 'it-girl' having gone to a different camp that summer.
In any case, Kat's last year of high school had been very different from all the previous ones, with boys falling over themselves as they'd tried to catch a glimpse of her ample cleavage. Kat had of course completely revamped her wardrobe, throwing out all her frumpy, oversized hoodies in favor of snug plunge tops and low cut t-shirts, actively inviting people to look. In an open rebellion against her former self, Katherine had adopted the maxim of "if you've got it, flaunt it". And she definitely had it.
To her immense satisfaction, it hadn't escaped anyone's notice that even Ally's much lusted-after, undeniably large and firm-looking pair could not match hers in size. Allison had of course still maintained her fanbase of groupies and admirers, remaining the most popular girl in school, but her boobs' position as "the best and the greatest" had come under serious doubt. Especially if you asked the guys. On their unofficial list of "hottest babes you'd want to bang", Katherine had seemed to experience a rapid climb towards the top.
Outwardly Kat and Ally had stayed on pretty good terms. The girls had never been quite besties, but were still close friends, and despite Katherine's quiet frustrations, had always liked spending time together. In private they got along very well, after all.
Katherine's physical transformation had not only upset the social balance at school, however, but also affected the girls' dynamic one-on-one, creating tenseness and friction between the two. Though Allison would vehemently deny having ever thought of her friend as the 'less attractive sidekick', it was a bit of a shock to suddenly have Kat competing with her for the boys' affections.
Right at the start of their senior year, Kat had hooked up with Ally's ex from the previous term - a tall and handsome but somewhat egoistical waterpolo player with very rich parents - and had by all accounts rocked his world, enough to have to try to fend off the jock's constant attempts to feel her up even during class. Other males had taken notice, and apparently word got around that Kat not only had a great body, but also knew how to use it, as the girl soon had half the school's most coveted hunks lining up for a chance to be her next beau. That honor had fallen on one impressively beefy and visibly well-equipped footballer, whose similarly smitten, lust-riddled behavior in the hallways had convinced everyone that the first one had been no fluke. "Kat with the rack" really was "great in the sack".
Allison had been able to largely ignore her friend's sexual escapades and newly-acquired monikers, even if a part of her resented Katherine's meteoric rise to popularity and fame - which had, to some extent, taken place at the expense of her own status as the queen bee. Ally had of course continued to enjoy the same top-level dating priviledges she'd always had, being able to have her pick of the crop, both in and out of school. Over the term, she'd gone out with several cute and athletically-inclined boys herself, before ultimately setting her eyes on one dark and dreamy-eyed college student she'd met at a party during spring break. As expected, aside from having to prove she was 18 and therefore fully legal, Allison had had no trouble convincing the guy to dump his cute sorority babe girlfriend and to jump in bed with her, instead.
While not as tall as her boyfriends usually were, Josh was smart, soft-spoken and highly charismatic, and sported thick, muscular arms, broad shoulders and a beautifully chiseled jawline to boot. Those dusky, rock-hard abs didn't hurt, either. Just the thought of his sinewy body glistening with sweat beneath her as Ally rode the stud to yet another roaring climax was enough to get her wet. And even if Josh did tend to be a little quick on the trigger (something she liked to blame mostly on her own attributes), his quick recovery times and good overall stamina - not to mention rather skilled tongue - made him a more than satisfactory lover.
Actually, to be perfectly honest, that series of loud, toe-curlingly intense orgasms he'd sent Allison into at the end of her prom night had been pretty darn impressive. She could vaguely recall holding onto Josh's hardened torso for dear life as the sophomore stallion pounded her sore, wildly clenching pussy into sweet sweet oblivion. Her shrieks had apparently been piercing enough to cause some of her classmates to come check up on them, which'd resulted in quite a few quips, puns and other witty comments from them later on.
More irritatingly, it'd also caused Katherine to take an interest in the hunky college student. Kat had by then managed to make her way through most of the school's own supply of premium man-meat, leaving a trail of tamed studs in her wake. Hearing reports about an older guy who'd apparently given Ally the dicking of her lifetime had drawn the busty girl like a moth to a flame. She hadn't been all that discreet about it, either, starting to make a rather transparent effort to hang out with them, and even trying to tag along when they were headed out to grab food or do some shopping. While wearing tops as snug and revealing as she physically could, of course.
What'd really gotten under Allison's skin was just how well all that simple, amateurish teasing seemed to work on Josh. Her boyfriend was having serious difficulty keeping his gaze off Kat's chest, constantly sneaking glances into the other girl's generous pale cleavage, his eyes trailing the edges of her big, full breasts. Even worse, if that was possible, was the fact that he now appeared to have started checking out the rest of Katherine's buxom, skimpily dressed body as well, as if comparing it to Ally's own, more modelesque thin-yet-shapely figure. The gleeful look on her "friend's" face indicated that Kat had noticed it, too. The bitch was trying to seduce her guy - and succeeding!
Allison knew she had exactly two options: Either face Katherine's unvoiced challenge and put the girl back into her place. Or do nothing and let Kat walk all over her, accepting a profound change in their relationship. It wasn't a real choice at all. Allison had always been the hotter of the two, prettier, more popular, the girl with the best physique in school. Kat might now have a somewhat larger bust, but even there, her pert tits were better; firmer and more attractive.
Summer temperatures were quickly setting in, and that morning, Allison had suggested that they head out to the beach to enjoy some sun - knowing full well that Kat would jump at the opportunity to join them, the girl no doubt eager to flaunt her bikini-clad assets at Josh. She hadn't been disappointed.
To her annoyment, Ally had also spotted a certain glint in her boyfriend's eye, and could tell he was very much looking forward to the show.
And a show he would receive.
The trip down to the beach took less than fifteen minutes, with the girls getting out of the car at the entrance of the parking lot while Josh drove off in search of a suitably shaded spot.
"Last chance to back down, Fat-Kat," Allison smirked confidently as they made their way towards the sand. "Admit that I've got a nicer body and tits than you do, or I'll have to flatten your soft, floppy fun-bags in front of Josh."
Katherine's grin was wide and feral, and she met her friend's gaze with a similarly self-assured look.
"Oh Allie, you've got no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment..." the darker-haired girl murmured, whipping off her shirt and grasping onto her shorts, slowly sliding them down her smooth, meaty thighs.
"My jugs will turn those hyped-up cheerleader boobies to a loose, quivering mess," Katherine promised, running her hands across the surface of the black bikini top and flowery bottom piece she'd been wearing underneath. "Josh is going to struggle not to come in his pants while he watches me grind away the last bits of resistance from your once-round udders, my bigger and sexier breasts overwhelming your limp little teats and making them pancake against your chest, completely wiped out."
"As if you had the rack to do that," Allison snorted, shaking her head mockingly and gently slipping the straps of her airy little summer dress off her shoulders. "Those plump, overinflated fat-sacks are all mush and blubber. They're not gonna last two minutes against my perfect tits." She let the garment slide down languidly, revealing a matching blue two-piece which clung to her taut, flawlessly formed 18-year-old body like a second skin.
The girls exchanged two identical smirks.
"Still think you can compete with this?"
"Not compete. Dominate. You're going down, bitch."
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