Sims 12

[Gradius]

Sims 12

Night's End

Grimacing, Bob emerged from the bathroom, adjusting his belt. Moving back towards their booth he noticed two short brunettes chatting with Brian who smiled easily and shook his head and inclined it in Bob's direction. The two girls looked to be about his age, maybe a year or two younger, walked past with disappointed looks on their faces.

"You didn't..." he grumbled, sitting down.

"Was the only way," the doctor replied with an apologetic shrug. "I swear college girls are pushier than any other set of women I know."

"Only with...wait. Where's Max?"

"Seems Max was still a bit backed up." Brian grunted, lips pulling back into a smirk. "And that duo was originally a trio before he led one outside while pointing the rest in my direction."

The Lemon wasn't the only moving vehicle. Moreso than it's music, the Grind was a place where illicit relations and one night stands flourished. A euphoric scream came from several cars over and there was an answering squeal from the Lemon. Behind the fogged up glass, a dark skinned nineteen (so she claimed) year old bounced wildly in Max's lap, her honey dripping down his thighs. His hands gripped her hips, tugging them faster and faster. Another happy yelp from the girl, and seconds later a hoarse groan sputtered past the younger man's lips and he gave several hard thrusts with loud squelching sounds.

Before he even finished though, Max pushed her down onto her back, still thrusting hard. Legs went around his waist, eyes rolling back into her head, Max grinning as he proceeded to give this college girl a night she'd never forget..

"Christ..." Bob shook his head. "He's got to be crazy!"

"Way I hear it, you're one to talk." Brian signaled for another pitcher. "Not many guys would be banging their mother's mortal enemy."

"You sure about that?" Bob raised an eyebrow. "I heard how Bets and Pauline met and it's not subtle the way she looks at you. And that's before we even get to all your other girlfriends. You're pretty much painting a bullseye on Betty's back."

"With where we left them do you think Betty cares?" Brian waved an uncaring hand. "I think she'd be more pissed if I stepped in if a situation did come up. As for Pauline she's a...special case. Never seen two women take to one another as quick as she and Bets did. I've seen them in action together and believe me...those bouts are anything but hostile. And hey, with how much of a monster she is in the sack I'm not complaining. Besides...what about you? Fucking June, Ruby AND Ashley all at the same time? And two of them while they live under the same roof! You're either brave...or stupid considering those three personalities."

Bob looked away briefly as the waitress arrived with their pitcher. Brian's phone rang and he answered, a smile crossing his face. He remembered the conversation with Ashley regarding June. And he could admit to himself that he was addicted to the milf. She was, hands down, the best lay he'd ever had and giving that up wasn't easy. Thinking on that he had an unpleasant thought and pinned Brian in a stare that had the older man slowly look up from his phone. He muttered a goodbye into it and reached for the beer. "What?"

"I've heard the rumors," Bob started carefully. "Did my mom ever...you know..."

*****

"Love you too." Betty slipped her phone back into her purse and saw the look Pauline was giving her. "What?"

"Nothing," the busty Japanese woman innocently replied, turning her attention back to the center. A fierce grunt by a loud SLAP sound and a loud, angry cry as both June and Mags staggered past their section of the carpet. The two milfs fought with the same energy and determination as that of the younger women. Despite their breasts being the largest in the room they were flung together with a ferocity that made Heather blink and the hefty CLAP of their meeting had the younger girls wince. But the audience existed only on the borders of their mind. The only thing that mattered to June Shallow and Mags Newbie was the woman before her...hurting her...hating her.

Under normal circumstances June would've relished the chance to take her red headed rival apart slowly...leaving her on the carpet in front of their audience humiliated and crying. Even better would've been her prize. A harsh blow along the outside of her left breast had it bounce inward and batter against her right. June whined in shock at the unexpected pain and swung back savagely sending Mags' right boob flopping out along her ribs. The green eyed bitch staggered, but only grunted at the collision and thrust her left tit to spear into June's right, stiff nipples meeting and scraping past to stab into the taut flesh.

Hissing in spite, Mags smashed her prodigious tits against the wobbling noirette's, sweat beginning to run down her ample frame from pain and effort as she slammed curvy milf across the carpet. She had no idea how much time had past, only that the grey eyed cxnt, the ever present pain in her ass still stood and...she gasped loudly as June's breasts slammed across her own with a ferocious snarl, halting her progress. Lips pulled back in an angry sneer Mags planted her hands on her hips, rotating her upper torso rapidly, boobs flailing between the two determined women.

Holding the watch Honey struggled to retain her decorum. Even after only...she checked the watch...eight minutes, the two were fighting on a level and with an intensity she reserved for the mid fight. It made her realize these two had such history between them there was no need to feel one another out. Her breasts swelled under her and nipples threatened to pierce the flannel at the thought. Her eyes shifted from the squealing and yelping women over to her Fatima. The other blonde watched the fighting pair alongside her daughter and friends intently but her head slowly lifted as she sensed Honey's gaze. And the musician felt her legs go weak and a moistness form around her groin.

It reminded her of Gracie's look back before work forced her to move. That first night had been followed by many more, both the fighting and the fucking. While she never beat her, Gracie had battled to a draw on several occasions, the sex those nights especially incredible. Honey pinched her nipples between the fabric. The one woman she actually considered a proper rival and partner...she licked her lips openly and swayed her chest slowly in Fatima's direction.

Fatima crossed her legs. Not from the cries of June and Mags. Or how the two screamed and flung their arms around one another's neck, rocking back and forth, the immensity of their titflesh squashing outwards. But from the look in Honey's eyes. She didn't know what Honey had heard about her from Lola, but the desire she felt was mirrored on the other blonde's face. If they'd ben meeting in private she wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself.

During the fight or afterwards.

After her brief match with Mags the two had barely stopped at making out only due to a car backfiring in the street. Leaning back she took a deep breath and raised her hands behind her back, giving Honey a view of what she'd be up against. She'd forgotten this feeling for so long, that hiding it was impossible and for several seconds Fatima forgot where she was. Off to the side, Candy gently nudged Betty, inclining her head both younger women sharing a small chuckle that immediately had the older blonde drop her arms.

Thankfully no one else noticed. All attention was on the pair on the carpet.

Mags snarled and June grunted, boobs heaved together to squash nipple to nipple with had their owners moan or top to top that had them yelp from the stinging. Hands tangled in short red and long black hair as the pair hammered repeated blows that saw all four huge breasts pound together with hefty THUDS or hollow PLOPS. Sexy long legs trembled with each violent impact and it seemed as if it was only a matter of time before one fell. And indeed, a massive, solid collision of the swollen orbs saw them stagger apart. Wobbling drunkenly on legs that seemed about to give the two wounded titfighters struggled to get their bearings. June seemed to recover first and lunged at Mags, delivering a stinging blow, swiping her left tit across Mags' right.

"Whore!" Mags hissed nastily, enraged and not hiding her animosity, her outright hatred for the other milf. The man stealer...cradle robber. She bashed her boobs spitefully against those of the perennial thorn in her backside. She savored the squeals from June as her orbs were slammed to the side by a superior pair. Bitch got lucky last time. This time she was going to get humiliated in front of a crowd she herself assembled. Mags glared hard into the noirette's sweating face. "Gonna flatten those flabby tits of yours!"

"Try it cxnt!" June spat furiously, eyes glittering with rage. She gritted her teeth and increased the force behind her swings, smashing the whining ginger back with powerful boob blows. The shocked cries from Mags were music to her ears. She hated the other woman like no other. She swung again and slammed Mags' left boob to hammer up against her right. Only Robert being here to witness her taking the redhead apart would have made this all the sweeter. "Gonna ruin your fat cow tits, man stealer!"

"Robert is mine!" Mags cursed, smashing June's tits with savage blows that saw the furious woman reluctantly give way. "Fucker!"

"Not for much longer." June growled, pounding the wild eyed ginger's teats into a violent retreat. "Bitch!!"

"Fifteen minutes," Honey called clearly. Unlike the previous combatants June and Mags did increase their motions, and swung their massive glands harder and with increasing violence. The willing milf's hefty orbs piled up together, squashing thickly with each blow, then rebounding back down to their chests. Occasionally one seemed to gain an advantage and push back the opposing tit to flop wildly to the side, but these were always followed by an enraged smashing blow, the noise of which often had some of those watching flinch and touch their own chests in sympathy.

Ruby felt her nipples swell in response to the fierce cries of the embattled milfs. On her beaten boobs the spikes stood out starkly, but with her position behind the majority of the audience, and the rapt attention they had for the ongoing fight no one noticed. She did catch the blonde caterwauler making eyes at Betty's mother as June and Mags hammered one another back and forth across the carpet with screams and yells. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the two fought. Being the only one there that had been present the last time these two went at it she knew that Mags HAD been on the cusp of beating June. That without her and Bob being caught in the act, the redhead would've very likely flattened her roommate and lover.

But that was then...and right now, even with her own personal bias, the two battled so evenly she couldn't pick out a winner. And if she thought that being beaten once conclusively settled a matter she wouldn't be here tonight. Ruby knew very well that a single mistake...or lucky hit could alter a fight's outcome. Sweat sprayed off the pale orbs as they splattered together, pretty faces twisted in agony. That quickly shifted back to anger, pounding their swelling boobs with an increasing violence and viciousness. Ruby felt a twinge of concern. They were speeding up rather than slowing down. And their audience was fixated in their attention. It wouldn't reflect well on her lover if she ignored her own rules, but considering how much she hated Mags...

Wielding their tits with two decades plus of experience June and Mags hammered, thrust and battered each other back and forth in front of their audience. Sweat running down their full, magnificent frames, legs wobbling and staggering from the merciless blows they rained on one another it seemed only a matter of time before one would fall. Shoulders bruised and ached as breasts were swung hard enough for them to crash together. But the stubborn pair kept their feet...and it wasn't until a minute after Honey called the twenty minute mark that the breasts would meet with a loud THUD and Mags wobbled as if stunned, the next swing seeing June's right breast careen into the redhead's defenseless right. Knocking the screaming Mags to the floor, legs splayed open.

Panting excitedly, June glared at her writhing rival, the blood roaring in her ears, every instinct screaming for her to jump the bitch. She resisted, barely remembering her role as the hostess. With an incoherent whine, Mags scrambled back upright and threw herself at June, slugging their breasts together with ruthless abandon. The reddened, tortured flesh clapped together with solid impacts that had their voluptuous owners squeal unashamedly. But with each hit boobs were flung harder with increasing violence and a pain maddened desire to hurt the other.

June's eyes watered from the pain, slinging her breasts frantically at the grunting redhead, and shock that her rival's boobs could still hit as hard as they were after just being downed. Mags heaved her tits through the air to smash against the noirette's, her expression one of sadistic pleasure. She'd been knocked on her ass before and never let it slow her. Especially not with what was on the line. A snarl hissing out from between clenched teeth, Mags put more effort into her swings, smashing June into retreat despite her desperate efforts. It was clear to those watching that their hostess was in trouble.

Two minutes later June couldn't take anymore and a solid THWACK that sent sweat spraying across Heather and Hannah, the curvy milf fell back on her heels and sank to her knees with horrific groan. Sinking onto her haunches June remained there, moaning for several seconds before abruptly surging upright, into Mags that had hovered close by. All four orbs crushed together, looking almost as if they'd collapsed one another before the two matures recoiled with loud screams.

"BITCH!" Mags howled, leaping at June, slashing her left tit across the noirette's right. "BITCH!!"

"cxnt!!" June screeched back, thrashing her boobs in a rapid one two that battered the ginger's breasts outwards.

Boobs flopped and flailed in an uncontrolled frenzy that saw many blows miss entirely or slap up against shoulders. Snarling, June grabbed for Mags who hissed back, fingers digging into meaty shoulders as they hauled their tormentor forward. Breasts splashed together with loud SPLATS, echoed by equally vociferous yells, growls and cries.

"Five min..." Honey's call was interrupted by a guttural scream. Staggering on wobbling legs, Mags absorbed an uncontested blow that saw June heave her breasts at an upward angle, knocking her grip free. Staggering, Mags was unprepared for June to barrel into her, tits first and fell back completely onto her rear. Sweat streaked ginger locks sticking to her face Mags pounded a furious fist onto the carpet and scrambled forward on her knees, propelling herself upright at June. The noirette also leapt at her rival, the two coming together, chest to chest with a frightening CRACK!

Shrieking, Mags fell over again, clutching her boobs. June too, fell to her knees, then collapsed onto her hands with a loud retching.

"Um...this is..." Betty started, looking around nervously as the two milfs crawled back together, thrusting their glowing tits together with loud cries. And she wasn't the only one. Ashley, Heather, Hannah and even Constance looked concerned. "Shouldn't we..."

"No...watch. All of you. This might be you someday." Fatima rested a firm hand on her daughters shoulder while Pauline and Ashley tilted forward to look at her. "Whatever fights you've been in up to now won't matter the day you meet a woman that simply won't quit until she hurts you as much as another woman can."

Candy remained silent, but her head inclined slightly. It was worded differently, but the warning was similar to the one Honey had given her when she'd first started.

"Know when to quit." Honey repeated insistently. It was the second time her aunt was telling her this. Candy grimaced, getting back to her feet from where she'd been knocked down and massaging her chest. Her aunt's weighty boobs hung lower than they should, but Candy's smaller breasts weren't the mouthwatering sight they normally were, a hideous red and with a couple dark bruises along the sides. "Don't get so personally invested that your pride won't let you just say, I give. We do this to AVOID attention. Winning won't matter if your tits are hanging to your knees in order to do so. How the hell are you gonna wear a bra with tits like that if you had school tomorrow!"

Her tits were on FIRE!! Mags could barely see through her leaking eyes, heaving her boobs to bash and batter against June's. Then she felt the obstruction gone, her breasts whipping their air unopposed, June falling forward with a sputtering groan. Reaching for the downed mature, her hand was slapped away, June crawling up Mags' body, arms around backs. Cheek to cheek, arms around the rival mature's neck she grasped handfuls of scraggly long, dark hair, tortured gasps loud in June's ear. She thrust her hot and aching tits against noirette's impossibly firm orbs in blind repetition.

Tear streaks smudging her makeup, June felt herself swooning from the immense pain. Fingers curled tight, struggling for holds on Mags' sweaty, short red hair while she continued smashing her breasts against the ginger's. Each painfully loud impact had her give a loud sobbing cry into Mags' ear, but still she thrust glowing red teats into her rival's taut glands.

"TWO MINUTES!" Honey almost shouted, unsure if she was heard. The two voluptuous matures continued pounding their breasts in a rude squat without a hint of acknowledgement. A loud WHAP and June crumpled against Mags, leg slipping out from under her. Whining incoherently, Mags continued thrusting against the woman leaning into her, who repeatedly pounding her tits against the redhead's vulnerable undersides. A shove and June shoved her dark, lank locks from her face and crawled back towards Mags.

Embracing high on the other's back, boobs thudded together loudly Honey raised her head, glancing across at Fatima again, then at Ruby. The latter nodded and moved from her position behind the sofas to June's rear. Fatima muttered something to her daughter then rose to stand behind Mags.

They began to slow. Whether it was they'd actually heard Honey or simple exhaustion, the pair now bashed the bloated tits together in deliberate, powerful blows. Mags whimpered in agony and June cried out in desperation, hands slipping from the sweat that coated them. Squeezing and shoving the abused glands together, both women whimpered and cried out with each squeeze, dropping to their knees to garner some relief. Then one stiffened...

"Time...TIME!!" Honey did shout this time. The fighting women continued swaying back and forth for several seconds, prompting Fatima and Ruby to start forward when June suddenly pushed Mags away and they both fell onto their backs. Mountainous flesh jiggled easily in time with breathing, sinking lower on their owner's chests rather pointing upright. All in all though, other than just how red the four orbs glowed, they were still impressive in size and standing. June was the first to stir, rolling onto her side and tortuously getting to her knees, waving off Ruby's helping arms.

"I'm...fine..." She gasped, throat aching. "Who...wins?"

Trading nervous looks the women all rose and gathered near Honey.

"You all got any ideas?" Betty spoke first, looking around. "This is a first for me. Choosing a winner rather than letting them go at it is not something I'm familiar with. And thinking back I couldn't pick one anyways."

"There's no need to think that hard." Fatima replied, holding up a hand. "Just two things to consider. Did one woman dominate the other and who knocked down the other the most."

"If we're talking about the former, then I think Mags won." Constance muttered. "Personally I don't think knocking down is as big a deal. Pretty sure many of us have seen fights where someone got knocked down but still ended up winning."

"That would be a traditional fight. And you'd be right." Fatima agreed, but held up a finger. "But we're not deciding who would've EVENTUALLY won. We're to decide who DID win at the end of thirty minutes."

"Yeah...but maybe how much of the fight they were in charge for should also be taken in account." Pauline argued. "Just cause someone got a lucky shot in shouldn't cause 'em to lose."

"I don't remember June knocking the bitch down from a lucky hit." Ruby rumbled roughly. She glanced around, enjoying the hostility her reputation gave her. "I'll grant that Mags seemed to be pushing June around more, but she wasn't no punching bag!"

"Ladies," Honey spoke now, softly, but firmly. "Like Mrs. Fatima said. We need to decide who won after thirty minutes, not who would have won if they kept going. And the experienced among here know that luck often plays a major part in these kind of fights. So let's stop debating, and start deciding.

Muttering quietly and gesticulating, June watched quietly, sinking into a couch, wiping the sweat that coated her and wincing at how just that simple motion pulled painfully on her breasts. "No matter...what they say..." Her head turned to glare at the swaying Mags, the other mature matching her poisonous stare. "We know...I beat you...again..."

"The view...tells...a different tale." June hissed, staggering back to her feet. "And I felt...FELT...your weak tits...give up."

"You wish!" Mags spat. "Fuck your rules...lets do this...me an' you...till I bust up your tits!"

Every nerve in her body wanted to give in to the taunt. Wanted to throw herself back at the redhead and continue their fight. But..."Unlike you...Maggie...I have class." June sneered down her nose at the other woman and let herself fall back onto the couch. "I have...a bigger goal in mind...than just squashing you. I can...wait."

"Coward..." Mags retorted scornfully but, turning away slightly from June she discreetly massaged her breasts, the confidence the dark haired bitch's words worrying her. They did feel softer...but after a fight like that it was to be expected. Was it just bravado...or did she actually feel something. If she did, Mags couldn't...or maybe her mind wouldn't let her. Consternation slipped across Mags face, looking up as the group turned to them. Fatima strode to the forefront alongside Honey.

"June...Mags. First off, that was the kind of fight I expected from women of your reputations." Fatima stated. "Only wish we could let you continue to the finish but me and Honey here have our own date to get on with."

"Ahem, yes....so..." Honey looked between the two top heavy milfs, reluctant to have to choose...then turned to Mags. "Based on just what we saw the general consensus is that if you two kept fighting it would've been close, but you would've eventually been the winner."

Mags face lit up in a bright smile, shooting June a triumphant look that the noirette woodenly ignored.

"There's also the fact that the two of you were knocking one another around like dominoes..." Fatima continued and the smile slipped. "We had to decide who won after Honey called it off. Not who would have won. And considering the current count...I'm sorry June. Whatever you and Mags arranged...she's won this one."

A silence stretched for several seconds before a low sigh broke it. Mags relaxed as if the weight of the world was removed from her shoulders. Then they all heard something else.

A chuckle. Low and mean sounding. Eyes all turned to June who threw her head back laughing loudly. Even Mags stared, stunned. "Ohhh...that's hilarious..." June gasped, struggling to rise, giggling further. She extended a hand to Ruby who helped the older woman up. Boobs rolling on her chest, June took a second to find her balance, she glanced down at Mags with a sneer, leaned in close for a second, then back up again whispering something to Ruby who nodded and headed off to the kitchen. "Interesting conclusion ladies. As the host it would be in bad taste for me to challenge your decision, so I'll leave it that."

"Maggie?" Fatima whispered to the other woman, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. Mags shook her head as if coming out of a daze and rose slowly with the elder Simovich.

"I'm...fine..." She murmured quietly, pushing Fatima's hand off and settling herself in the center of the sofa, muttering quietly to herself. Pauline shot her an uneasy glance then joined the other women in getting back to their seats.

"Well then ladies..." June clapped her hands, ignoring the pain radiating from her breasts. "We've all had fun and I imagine a couple have settled previous outstanding issues to their satisfaction..."

Heads nodded with muttered agreements and eyes narrowed at meeting. Settled...for now anyway.

"And I hope to see you all here again for future activities." June continued. Ruby re-appeared with two trays, one carrying glasses and the other a pair of wine bottles. "Before we move onto our main event, a short toast to celebrate the night's victors. Whatever else lies between us, whatever happens, remains here."

There were some covert looks and soft murmurings. Hannah was the first, raising her glass in Pauline's direction. "To the winner..."

"To the winner..." Betty followed suit, inclining her head with a grin to Candy.

"To the...winner." Constance forced out through gritted teeth. Heather mockingly raised her own glass in response.

"To the winner..." June stated, her expression mocking as she raised her glass.

Mags didn't say a word, but slowly raised her hand as well. Her face was set in a wooden scowl and she swallowed the wine in a single gulp without waiting for anyone else. Lurching upright she grabbed her top and dragged it on, turning to the door. Once there she turned. "You better not pussy out of letting me know next time we're doing this cxnt." She spat hoarsely, glaring at the noirette with, if anything, even more hostility than before. "And no time limit next time you lucky bitch. Cause I'm not letting go till I turn your tits inside out!"

"Same stakes though," June shot back, laughing at the consternation that crossed the redhead's face. She slammed the door shut rather than responding. "I apologize for my opponent's behavior. Extended history, and all that. But are our main event stars ready to begin?"

Resting aside their glasses, Fatima and Honey rose smoothly together, striding onto the carpets, stopping just short of the former's leather corset brushing against the latter's flannel shirt. The blatant sexual tension between the two blondes was felt by everyone in the room and left Betty with a small frown on her pretty face. Fatima then stepped back and inclined a hand. Honey smiled widely and, very slowly and deliberately untied the knot in her shirt. Only too familiar with being the center of attention, she knew how to milk the moment. Not too big, not too small, Honey leaned forward slightly as her boobs rolled out from beneath their confines, the sight of which had all but two of the remaining women stunned.

Unmarked by a single imperfection the orbs almost glowed with pale health, ripe and rounded, topped by a small, but perfectly circular, pink areola and thick spike. She didn't bother handing over her shirt, letting it fall from a hand that went over her head as she gave breasts and hips and sexy shake. The orbs dipped slightly with weight, but still sat high on her chest. "Jesus..." Ashley whispered. Pauline and Betty nodded dumbly. Heather and Hannah whispered between themselves while Constance's mouth hung open. Candy grinned proudly from her seat on the edge of the couch where Betty sat between Pauline and Ashley, used to the reaction while June made no attempt to hide the lecherous grin on her face and everyone ignored Ruby's snort. "Dunno if I'd wanna fight, then fuck her or just move straight onto the fucking. You think your mom's got this Bets?"

"When I got back from college, first thing I did was fuck Brian...and then I got into a fight with the old battleaxe." Betty remarked, watching her mother's expression and stance. If she was impressed by what she saw, she gave no indication. And as Fatima's fingers began unbuttoning her corset the brunette glanced first at Ashley, then Pauline, leaned to look over at Candy. "She did what none of the girls at campus, or even Pauline managed. And the jury's still out on if Candy could've managed it."

The challenged blonde grinned and stuck out her tongue then gave her naked tits a shake.

A final snap and Fatima pulled the corset free and sighed with relief. Slimmer than Honey, her curves will still pronounced, while also being slightly taller. Her boobs were also doubles, but flecked with freckles across the abundant flesh that jiggled slightly in their freedom before settling on the blonde's chest. More pointed than rounded the taut flesh rolled forward to end in a dark spike set atop a dark, bumpy areola. Folding her arms beneath the ample globes, Fatima gave them generous bounces in Honey's direction before leaning back upright. The pair strutted closer together, faces flushing as they paused just short of one another. Up close now, Honey's boobs did seem to sag a bit more than Fatima's, but they were also a bit broader and possibly weightier.

At least that was what a nervous Betty told herself.

"See...seeing as how we had several matches that ended ahead of time, I think we can extend our main event to accommodate." June announced shrilly. Fingers trembled as she moved the counter past the thirty minute mark, glancing up at the clock, then reluctantly moving it back a bit. "Fifty minutes ladies. Fifty minutes to decide who's the top blonde!"

No one raised an objection, or if they did neither Honey or Fatima heard. Before June had even finished speaking Honey thrust her tits gently into Fatima's, thick orbs flattening slightly at the tips then rolling back out. Fatima's tongue licked suddenly dry lips as she responded by pushing her boobs carefully against Honey's, nipples skidding past it's opposite to stab into areolas, causing legs to tremble. Again, the ample flesh gave little, orbs resisting strongly then flowing back to the original shape. Honey too moistened lips with the tip of her tongue, hazel eyes locking with the other's piercing green. Suddenly she wished this was a private match where they could take there time, but...

First Honey, then Fatima quickly following suit, wrapped strong fingers around the bicep just above the elbow. Strong arms pulled and legs pushed and the first contact was a loud CRACK! But what should've garnered some kind of expressive indication of pain gained only a discomfited grunt from one. A second, similar, impact followed. Then a third...

And a fourth...

The blows were steady and heavy, all four orbs smashing together head to head, with no attempt by either woman to avoid or any sense of hesitation. These were the kind of blows you used to END a match...not start one...which had Betty, Ashley and Pauline sitting up in their seats. Were they aiming to simply finish this quickly?

Candy leaned back a surprised expression on her face, that shifted into a small grin. Like mother like daughter...or in her case, aunt like niece. The last time she saw Honey start a fight like this it was her last match against Gracie before the woman left Appaloosa. It had been the most savage fight she personally witnessed her aunt in, taking the women from the barn out into Skedaddle's pasture. The pair had been completely unaware of their surroundings, not stopping even after they'd fallen over the fence and rolled deeper into the small forested area beyond where the screams slowly changed from angry to passionate.

At the tenth impact both had developed a healthy sheen and breathy grunts issued repeatedly from puckered lips. By the twelfth a hoarse groan changed the timbre and by the sixteenth a surprised gasp found Honey stumbling back on wobbling legs that struggled to support her before falling to a knee. Breathing heavily the short haired blonde shook out her hair, then raised her head at a moan in time to catch Fatima joining her there. Eyes met again and arousal was joined by respect, reflected in the lenses.

"You hit hard." Fatima said simply, loudly and clearly, pushing herself back and thrusting her boobs out. Despite what had happened thus far, they gorgeous orbs still hung high on her chest, if a bit reddish.

"So do you." Honey acknowledged audibly, for everyone in the room. She rose and gave her breasts a light smack on the outside. There was barely a ripple in the taut, pink flesh. Then just for Fatima's ears. "I think Lola was right. I'm going to enjoy this. I wonder if your tits're as firm as hers were?"

"Why not take a proper feel?" Fatima spread her arms wide, and swayed towards the flushed faced Honey, her voice equally soft. "After all...I'd also like to get to know the tits that impressed her enough to send my way."

If eyes could've gotten wider, they did now as the two blonde matures embraced one another carefully, almost lovingly, Fatima's arms going around the small of the back while Honey's hands gripped at the wrist high up. Heads rested on shoulder's, lips close enough that they could feel the other's breathe on their ear. "Go!" Honey breathed.

Feet rose off their heels, legs tensing. Arms tightened, muscles rolling, becoming more defined across biceps and backs. There was immediate discomfort, they had just bashed their boobs together with the kind of force reserved for the end of a fight, rather than the beginning. And now they were attempting to force the red, swelling orbs into a confinement that both pairs complained against...loudly. Faces twisted now in clear pain as they patiently, and with supreme care, pumped the taut glands against one another, rolling their shoulders to mash the spreading teats even harder.

Nipples played havoc within the contending flesh, stabbing and scraping their owner's movements, but also feeding into the growing arousal both felt. They weren't hurting one another, not really. That came later. But right now they savored the feel of their boobs against another comparable pair. Honey squeezed, feeling no give in Fatima's rack, the flesh stubbornly resistant. As her arms relaxed Fatima's tightened, and if anything it felt like Honey's were ballooning outwards against her own.

Honey grunted, leaning into Fatima, pumping her breasts firmly against Fatima's trying to overwhelm the other woman by sheer mass. Fatima thrust back, unafraid, hands moving up to just under Honey's shoulder blades and gave a light twist. A sharp gasp followed as Honey's left tit suddenly popped free dramatically, engorge pink nipple twitching in the air. Honey gave several rapid blinks, then forced her boob back into the engorged mass of teats. Her eyes narrowed and lips curled, Fatima's face displaying a growing discomfort until she gave a sharp grunt, similarly pink nipple quivering in the air as her breast was shoved outwards.

The soft scraping of the boobs when Fatima pushed her way back in had legs crossed when, abruptly, all motion halted. A soft exchange, only for their ears, had them just as carefully disentangle, boobs rolling out to bounce and quiver before gently settling. Stepping back they shared a knowing smile and a clear affection passed between the two. Nodding, Fatima's lips curled slightly and angled herself to the left. Honey smirked and twisted herself to the right. No hesitation, or false starts. As if they could now perfectly read one another, the first twist and step saw two orbs collide in the air with a loud and hollow PLOP before immediately fighting in earnest.

No wild melee and flighty dance moves. No more feeling out.

Boobs were simply hurled steadily and with consistent power, the loud slaps and hefty SMACK of breasts slamming together filling the room to the accompaniment of loud, breathy grunts. It was, some realized, the exact opposite of Betty and Candy's fight. While the younger women had fought on their toes, moving lightly in time with one another, Fatima and Honey fought flat footed, delivering hefty blows intended to inflict maximum damage. Each step forward was with lips pulled back in a silent snarl, while each step back was taken with a low hiss from between clenched teeth.

June, unseen, shifted behind the main group and pressed up against the startled Ruby's back. Resting her head on the younger woman's shoulder, tongue delving into her ear, the redhead gave a sigh, then muted yelp as the noirette's hands squeezed her beaten boobs. "They aren't playing around." She whispered to Ruby, nibbling on an ear, the drool from the previous activity feeding the heat in her loins after the long night driving her crazy. "No group decision for these two..."

"...they aren't playing around!" Ashley muttered. Betty and Pauline nodded in agreement. Stomping past their seats, Fatima was the first to alter her angle of attack. Absorbing a terrific blow that jiggled her right tit, she bent her knees slightly, lowering her boobs to just below Honey's and lunged. The blonde country star gave a sharp squeal, breasts shoved up towards her face. As they came back down, instead of retreating, she lunged, splashing her boobs into Fatima's, nipple to nipple. "I really don't want to have to choose here..."

A grunt at the pain, the orbs flattening dramatically for all to see, and a yelp at the electric sensation of the taut spikes meeting and bending. Bouncing apart, Fatima bared her teeth at the rival blonde and returned the favor, appearing to catch Honey by surprise appearing to get the better of it as the other mature's breasts jiggled noticeably. Honey growled, coming to the same conclusion and leapt at Fatima the same Betty's mother also thrust forward again.

Both groaned over the loud SMACK of their tits colliding. Orbs wobbled from the impact, but other than the growing redness and sweaty sheen, there still appeared to be little actual damage. A ferocious blow from Honey set Fatima's boobs bouncing. They quickly regained their form and Fatima countered with a harsh hit of her own that made Honey wince. Breasts smashed together again, flattening, swelling upwards as they were forced together by the hissing pair. Moving in a slow circle, shoving the dense orbs against it's opposite, Honey and Fatima jumped apart and flung the impressive glands again.

"What the hell!" Betty blinked involuntarily at each hefty impact, the repeated solid THWACK rebounding across the room. All if would take was a simple step back and either would fall flat on their face or find themselves spinning on the spot. Would've been the perfect way to actually gain an advantage and would be a SMART move. Back on campus it was what she'd done when facing down Debbie Richards. The Business professor had possessed a sizeable rack that was far more solid than it deserved to be and had been hammering Betty across the room for the majority of their fight and would've easily won if the young woman had fought fair. Instead Betty avoided a haymaker and taken the off balanced teacher to the ground, bombing her tits into mush.

Then her own choice of words hit her.

Fair!

And then she also remembered what Brian had said and experienced an epiphany. Honey wasn't here necessarily just here to beat her mother. Honey was here because of Lola. And her mother understood that...which was why they were fighting like a pair of bruisers rather than skilled veterans. Honey was basically asking if her tits still had what it took, and Fatima was essentially responding with, what do you think!

*****

"Bullshit!"

"I swear...one hundred percent truth." Max held up his hand, grinning widely. "They ended up in the trunk of her wagon, Ruby threatening to clam slam her if she didn't give up right there and then!"

"Bob...I take back what I said earlier. Max is crazy!" Brian said, gaze switching between the other two men. "And Roxie too. You're not worried she'll spill the beans?"

"Oh, I know she will." He leaned back, eyes going slitted. "Ruby seems to be under the mistaken impression that I'm under her thumb. She might be great in the sack, but she's in no way the only fish in the sea. And Max Mc. Dermott isn't about to let some bitch think she's in charge."

"So...your big plan is to bang Roxie to provoke Ruby?" Bob now picked up the story.

"Buddy...Roxie's going after Ruby whether I fuck her or not." Max shook his head. "That chick has a talent for pissing off any other woman she comes across...probably comes from the number of angry housewives she's had to deal with."

"Never really saw it. Her appeal I mean." Brian admitted, pushing aside his beer and signalling for a water. He had a pleasant buzz going and needed to sober up a bit. "I mean I get it. She's got a great ass and pair of tits...but something about her just put me off. Just..."

"Too much alike?" Bob suggested. He raised his hands in placating gestures. "Just saying man. You weren't ever exactly subtle."

"The ladies I banged were at least single." Brian pointed out, shooting the youngest of their group a pointed look. "Last thing I want is an angry husband showing up at the hospital or outside my door. Ruby on the other had seems to get a kick out of fucking around with married men. You sure you'd not rather just stick with Roxie, Max?"

"What can I say, I like a challenge." Max smirked. "Besides...I never said I disliked her tendency to pick fights. I view it as more of a perk. Hell, I think she gets off on it to, cause both times...after she fought Ash and Rox...we had some of the best sex I've ever had."

"He...ain't wrong." Bob admitted, thinking about the sex he had when Nancy and Jaime showed up. And after he picked up Ashley.

"Nope. Might be a bit touched in the head...but he's got a point." Brian agreed. Then he gave a grin. "You know what that means when we pick them up!?"

"Why do you think I've tried twice to take the edge off?" Max grunted. The hunger in his expression was downright scary, even if it was briefly mirrored in the other two. "I can't help thinking about what's going on at the Shallow place. It's driving me crazy!"

Bob abruptly rose from his seat and marched stiff backed to the bathrooms. Max snickered while Brian laughed aloud.

*****

That would get the blood pumping, Fatima shook her head and bounded up from her knees into the waiting Honey. Sweat splattered from their boobs to glitter in the air like floating diamonds each time the contending udders splashed together painfully. She blocked out the calls of the cheering women, even those of Betty's shouts of advice. The only noise that mattered was that of her own sharp breathing, Honey and their breasts. She could tell how much she managed to hurt the other blonde just by the sounds their boobs made when clapping together and the tone of Honey's sharp exhalations...culminating in a hoarse groan as she stumbled back, almost falling but managing to barely keep her feet.

Yes...oh yes. She'd really felt that one! Honey's head rose slowly, eyes shining and lips split in wide and toothy smile that disturbed half of those watching. They were unimportant though, the country star's attention riveted onto the busty blonde opposite her on the carpet. Her answering grin was equally wide and her next action surprised even Honey. Taking a step back, her hips swayed as she stepped out of her skirt, kicking it to the side. Licking her lips openly, Honey unbuttoned her denim skirt and quickly stepped free of it's confines. While Fatima's panties were cotton and covered her extremities, Honey's were a sheer lace, v-string thong.

"Geez..." Candy muttered to herself, the two older blondes grabbing hold of one another's hips. She was no prude, but her aunt took way too much pleasure in teasing her audience. Betty's mom was still very much in it though, the top heavy matures alternating thrusting their breasts together, nipple to nipple, or whipping them together side to side. Pushing hard, the dense orbs, slowly slid over and past one another till maybe half a foot then quickly slammed back together, the outside of the breasts getting an equal workout. Another harsh slam, left on left, and Candy suddenly bit her lip. While both women winced, Honey's tit shook violently from the impact.

Both pair of tits were displacing a lot of mass with each hit and drag or push, but that blow had been demonstrative. Betty sat up straighter, eyes glued to the four massive lumps of flesh squashing together. Neither seemed to be giving way more or less to the other...so either she was missing something or that was just her mother getting the better of a random swing. She knew, from personal experience, how dense and firm Fatima's boobs were despite her age but using Candy as a reference point, Honey's tits wouldn't be inferior in any way. Only question was if they would prove superior.

A grunt hissed out from between Fatima's clenched teeth, right boob hammered to the side by Honey's swing, the orb bouncing gently before resettling.

Honey gasped loudly as Fatima's left smashed into her left, the plentiful flesh jiggling from the impact.

Legs tense and buns clenched, the blondes pulling each other forward into another slam that had both groan and hands slip away from hips, stumbling back drunkenly. But only for a second as Honey moved first, grabbing for Fatima who managed to duck the first attempt, leaping into the second, squirming together as they fought to get their arms under the others. Candy stood up straighter and Betty leaned in close, but they weren't going for a hug...not yet. Honey grunted in frustration, Fatima's hands managing to slip under her pits, throwing her arms around the other's neck.

With the initiative behind her, Fatima gave a savage grunt and tilted downwards, heaving her boobs to slam against the underside of the other blonde's sizeable, but defenseless, globes. She heard Honey give a pained yelp, but at the same time felt how little give the normally sensitive and soft undersides gave. Then she heard the woman give a growl and swung upwards hastily, meeting those breasts as they were coming down and had to bite her lip. Those things were HEAVY!

Now she really wanted to know if Lola had managed to tame this wild blonde.

Honey grimaced, tits splashing, onto the top of Fatima's dense orbs with only a muted hiss from the mature to demonstrate any effect. Those things had some heft...and were solid to boot. She dropped her wrecking balls on top of Fatima's boulders again, neither seeing the other's wince, only feeling the dense titflesh resist their efforts. Rising up on her toes Honey's breasts lifted up to her neck briefly, then came down with a loud WHACK across the top of Fatima's boobs. Fatima shouted, but as their breasts leveled out, she shoved, spearing her pointed tits against Honey's solid monsters.

"OW!" Honey yelped loudly, involuntarily, Fatima's boobs managing to dig somewhat into the taut flesh of the blonde's orbs before hitting the mass of tissue that made up the breast proper. And the rival mature grunted in shock as her progress was halted immediately and without question, her breast flesh spreading out to match their opposites. The pale and freckled orbs continued to compress as Honey now pushed back determinedly against Fatima, legs slipping back in effort. The titflesh continued to balloon, teeth clenching in effort until, with an explosive gasp, they stumbled apart.

Gasping heavily, Honey and Fatima inspected the battle damage, massaging the breasts that seemed larger now than when they'd begun. Honey's head twisted towards the clock. Almost half their allotted time was gone! Catching Fatima's gaze she inclined her head and the rival blonde's jaw tensed as she came to the same realization. Swinging back to the fight she was more than ready when Honey rushed at her.

WHAP! The powerful swing sent Fatima's left boob bouncing outwards, nipple pointing at their audience.

SMACK! Honey's right boob pointed up at the corner where the roof and wall met from the savage, retaliatory strike.

While faster than before, the blows remained timed and controlled, breasts hammering into breasts in a manner that had eyes blinking and more than one watcher wincing. And another all but drooling, Ruby shifting uncomfortably at the cold and slimy sensation on her shoulder. While thrusting allowed for putting one's weight behind the blow, the lateral swinging motion favored by most allowed for increased momentum and, by extension, damage. The taut orbs flattened dramatically at the point of impact, almost to the areola, before being halted by the dense tissue under the thick flesh.

However, Pauline nudged Betty, muttering something to the younger woman. Likewise Candy's pretty face frowned as she followed the two older women. More experienced than the others they'd caught a slight hesitation in the swings between the boob battlers and the former pointed it out to her friend. Looking closely, the heated, sweating breasts were actually loosely sticking together at the point of impact, peeling away at the rebound after each blow. The sensation of which probably hurt almost as much as the actual blow with how sensitive and taut the orbs had become.

Suddenly Fatima grimaced and jumped away.

Everyone was instantly alert. Was she admitting defeat...no. Fatima marched to the side and grabbed the pitcher of, formerly, iced water and dumped a fair amount of it onto her breasts. Still cold, the mature hissed as she massaged the liquid over and under her swollen breasts, offering the container to Honey who had meandered on over. "Sorry about the mess." Fatima said clearly, turning slowly to encompass their entire audience in her view. "But next time around Juney, you might want some oil on hand. With guns like these it'd be useful to avoid having to fight our own breasts as well."

"I'll try to remember that." Juned laughed loudly, Fatima, ignoring the narrowed and disapproving looks she received, extended a hand to Honey. She had just essentially said that her breasts were better than any other woman's in the room, barring maybe Honey's.

"Her ass is mine!" Ruby growled around grinding teeth, watching the two milfs strut back to the center of the carpet. Again, no hesitation, no false starts. It was as if they'd never stopped, hefty and meaty sounding PLOPS and heavy, solid THUDS reaching even their position in the back as they resumed slamming one another up and down the room. The water slick glands now slid off of one another, rather than stuck, the enthusiasm behind each swing now clear and unrestrained.

"Darling, you already have too much on your plate to go after her." June giggled. Before Ruby could object the noirette sucked on the redhead's neck, a muted whine squeaking out past her lips. "Me, little Ashley and now the older Lin sister? As it stands I'll have to give you a break so that you don't disappoint like tonight."

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!! Hands clasped behind her back, Fatima hammered her boobs solidly against Honey's, but still felt herself stagger from the rival mature's savage blows. She was holding her own...her tits were holding their own against Honey's ridiculously dense teats. This was woman that had gone up against her old friend and impressed...at this point possibly even beaten...Lola such that she recommended her to June. She could easily see why now. The pain in her breasts grew steadily despite remaining firm in face of the continuous boob blows. Left leg spasmed, barely keeping her balance and Fatima groaned in a clear expression of pain. Then, as if angry at the admission, she surged forward, swinging fiercely from the hip to bash her left breast firmly against the musically inclined cowgirl's.

WHAM. WHAM, WHACK!! Hands on her hips, Honey moaned loudly and expressively, the sudden noise surprising everyone. But despite the deep, burning hurt she was more excited than ever. This was the woman Lola wanted her to meet. The one woman, according to June, she considered her rival. And she could feel it...feel it in each violent impact that staggered them both. In each voluptuous, hollow SLAP of their evenly matched boobs upon collision. She felt her legs shudder in the face of Fatima's powerful breast blows, the housewife making it clear she was here to win. Honey gritted her teeth, and likewise increased the strength behind her strikes.

The barely clothed blondes plowed their swollen tits into one another, faces contorting in effort and pain, crying out unashamedly now, they reeled in a manner more reminiscent of a fist fight. Fatima slammed in her right against Honey's right, the cowgirl stumbling to the right, left leg leaving the ground, a look of agonized surprise on her face. A torso twisting swing, right on right, saw Fatima spin in a half circle, facing the audience with clear surprised pain on her face. A boob uppercut and Honey found herself scrambling up from sitting on her rear, while Fatima was driven to her knees when Honey dropped her heavyweights atop of her own.

"Twenty five minutes, ladies. Past the halfway mark!" June called out, reluctantly. As expected she was ignored, the blondes beating and pounding the engorged glands together with well aimed blows. The noirette felt her boobs ache in sympathy with each resounding CLAP of flesh on flesh, the liquid heat in her belly grow from each feminine cry or grunt. The hand holding up Ruby's right boob squeezed hard enough to make the redhead grimace. Lips brushed an ear. "Look at their legs..."

Ruby groaned softly, feeling her own arousal grow. While their entire bodies dripped with sweat and water, several errant glistening lines ran down inner thighs. Now that she'd seen it, her ears now detected a pitch in the squeals from the fighting blondes. Pain yes...but not anger...no anger. It was a noise she heard from June often enough during their matches...something she tried to take advantage of but had thus far failed. Boobs slashed through the air and crushed past, prominent nipples quivering and a yelp came from one. "They're..."

"Oh yes...very!" June thrust softly against Ruby's rear. The ginger, reached a hand back, feeling for the older woman's underwear and thrust beneath it. "Good...good girl. Im...Imagine how their fight would...oh yes...would go...if they didn't have an...an audience."

"No wonder you were so confident going up against me." Pauline muttered quietly to Betty. At an absent nod the Asian woman mischievously moved her hand exaggeratedly up the brunette's front to tweak a stiff nipple. Her friend literally jumped in her seat, biting down a yelp into a soft squeak and shot Pauline a dirty look. At a nod she tilted forward to glance across where the others sat. From the victors, to the losers, every one possessed a pair of swollen spikes...with Heather and Hannah's mouths also hanging agape. She could hear heavy breathing behind them and hesitated to look and see just what June was up to. Instead she looked across to where Candy sat and felt a kind of surprise.

Even as Fatima and her aunt hammered one another across her view the blonde DJ kept arms folded under her tits, eyes following the battling milfs with a clinical, but confident gaze. But Betty only noticed that in passing. It was the fact that the curvy woman's body language gave not a hint of arousal. Betty frowned, thinking back. Even during their match she hadn't felt a lick of lustful ardor while they'd beaten their tits to the rhythm. Sensuality, yes...sexiness, definitely...but no kind of allure or longing. Even in the afterfight, while waiting for the decision...all she got from the girl was a sense of...friendliness. Suddenly Betty felt that beating Candy might actually be a bit of a tougher call than she thought initially.

SMACK! Fatima groaned and stumbled, collapsing to her knees. She was back up so quick if you hadn't seen her fall you'd have missed it, throwing herself back at the cowgirl, breasts distorting from the force behind the furious blows.

THWACK! Honey yelped and staggered, dropping to one knee, bracing herself up with a hand before pushing back off at the waiting housewife.

Toe to toe, they slugged their tits at one in a sustained violent barrage for nearly two minutes until Honey gave a hoarse scream and stumbled back against the wall, sliding down it while clutching her left breast. To her right Candy's mouth opened in shock at the wounded state of her aunt, but Honey caught herself at a seated position, gritting her teeth and pushed off with her foot, launching herself back at Fatima. Another savage exchange, two dozen or so blows over the course of a minute and now Fatima wailed, teetering backwards on unsteady legs to fall across Heather and Hannah's legs. Concern etched across her face, Betty stared at her prone mother, boobs rolling on her chest as the housewife gasped heavily.

"It...it was much like riding a bike..." Fatima panted, glaring up at Honey from where she'd fallen. Despite the hardness behind her stare, there was no animosity towards the woman who'd just knocked her on her ass. Rather it was an unnecessary animosity to every other woman in the room, she realized, heaving her boobs against the cowgirl. If they weren't here...

CRACK! Honey gave a choking cry, legs giving...but this time there was no wall to prop her up. She shook out her hair, staring up at Fatima through blonde lashes. There was no sympathy on her face...only understanding. With a deep grunt she pushed herself back up and at the housewife.

"It was the crowd..." Candy realized. Her aunt was a mean boxer, as she'd learned personally, but due to her personality...and lifestyle...she loved brawling with her breasts. By now Honey could've...would have dragged the other mature down to the carpet, rolling across it like in one of those lame B-movies, arms squeezing tight, legs crossing and linking. Women that engaged in this all typically had the same weakness and by now would only be too willing to wrestle with their entire bodies, not just their tits. You could FEEL the arousal emanating from both women...smell it even...a weakness her aunt both possessed and knew how to exploit. And, Honey cried out again, wobbling drunkenly as she struggled to keep her feet, she could saw no movement from Fatima to capitalize on aunt's weakness. Suddenly Candy was worried for her aunt and her eyes flickered to a corner of the carpet

They were in the endgame now. Thirty four minutes of near constant boob boxing and bashing that saw their glands glowing cherry red and swell to almost a cup size bigger. There was a clumsiness to their movements that could only come from pain induced exhaustion. Again and again...twice more and then five...they slammed one another to the carpet, or against the wall or onto the furniture, and therefore the watchers. They panted and wheezed, waving one another on, taunting and encouraging each other to fight on, slugging their massive boobs together in a seemingly unending contest.

"FIFTEEN MINUTES!"

Honey heard it as if through a fog, focused as she was on the fire sloshing around in her boobs as they were brutalized by the housewife's incomparable tits!

Fatima could barely make out what was said. Her ears were still ringing from the repeated blows as her breasts were manhandled by the cowgirl's unconquerable teats.

"Bets..." Ashley caught the other woman's gaze. The concern there was mirrored. "Remember Mika and Esther?"

"Shit!" Betty patted her knee nervously, glancing around and down. Harder and harder they swung, the aggressor stumbling as much as the recipient, moans becoming groans becoming grunts that bordered on screams. WHACK! Fatima fell back completely onto her rear, rolling onto her side whimpering, then pushing herself up with a manic energy and back at Honey. SMACK! Barely ten seconds later Honey collapsed onto her belly with a horrendous groan where she lay for several seconds before pushing herself back up on trembling arms, then legs. Moving on legs that seemed barely able to support them Honey and Fatima swung their bloated breasts to crush together brutally, the flesh spreading thickly.

WHAM! Honey stumbled, and would have fallen again but she fell into her niece who held the rapidly breathing cowgirl up. Candy whispered something that made the older stiffen and shake her head firmly before tottering back towards the waiting Fatima. Candy looked across at Betty, seeing her concern as well and bit her lip. Gesturing their readiness to one another, breasts were again heaved into the air to splash loudly together. This time, however, whatever Candy had asked Honey seemed to have spurred the older woman on. Surprise filtered across Fatima's tired and hurt face as Honey aggressed with sudden energy, punching her breasts hard across the rival blonde. A hefty blow clapped across her chest and Fatima wailed loudly, staggering back, only just managing to keep her feet.

Her vision blurred, but she could still make out the approaching blonde, twisting her torso hard to match the other's twist. SPLAT! Fatima tasted blood, biting her lip. A hollow sounding PLOP had her reeling, left leg spasming, but she blinked her eyes rapidly trying to clear them for the next blow...and saw the other woman wobbling back several steps, glassy eyed. Staring stupidly at one another Honey didn't move as she waddled clumsily towards her, boobs smashing together with a violent impact and the cowgirl shuffled backwards with a snuffling whine.

Her eyes watered as her opponent's breasts drove into her own again. She held her ground this time, even slammed her back a step with next...but then fell again after a harsh left against left that had her rise onto her toes in agony. "Know when to quit!" Candy had whispered to her. Girl was smart...but Honey was having the time of her life. The audience was the one sore point...but she had agreed to this. Wearily she slowly rose, an expression of sympathy crossing Fatima's face, quickly quashed as she slammed a solid teat across a stiff orb. A stifled sob at the second vicious hit and suddenly Honey found herself with nowhere to go...the wall at her back. Then Fatima was on her, arms held up, boobs squashed together and she groaned hoarsely.

"Give up..." Fatima whispered softly, moist lips brushing Honey's ear. She pushed her boobs against Honey's, the flesh spreading...spreading...flattening more and more. "Don't make me go all the way."

Honey stubbornly refused to answer, Fatima pushing herself into the cowgirl's prone form, moaning simultaneously as the taut glands swelling even further until the last of the loose flesh of their breasts are compressed. Titflesh peeking out from their sides and Honey's eyes widened, patting Fatima's back rapidly. While still appearing deadlocked, they'd both felt the quiver in the country singer's mass. With a deep sigh of relief, Fatima's arms fall over Honey's shoulders, while the latter's went around her back. Supporting one another gently they turned and paused...

Betty and Candy were on the carpet, blinking in surprise, holding their respective relations top. Behind them were Ruby, Ashley and Pauline, moving along the sides. Heather, Hannah and Constance remained seated, while June rested against the wall a euphoric look on her face. "Fuck..." Candy stammered. "So...who...?"

Honey chuckled shakily and wearily raised Fatima's arm, the housewife's free arm going under her breasts. "You Riverview ladies know how to show a girl a good time."

Daughter and niece moved to their respective mature, but were waved away, the two blondes carrying one another to the couch which they sank into with relieved sighs. Ruby disappeared and re-appeared with more water and ice. June leaned over the back of the couch near Honey's shoulder, Heather and Hannah joining them while Constance joined the four younger women.

"How...the hell...were you such a pussy in the early days?" Ashley demanded, exasperated. She cast a surreptitious glance across to the older grouping. "With a mom like that you should've been making waves from day one!"

"Guess I took after my dad before college?" Betty shrugged. She turned to Candy. "And what about your aunt? If word of this ever got out..."

"To be fair, this is the first time either of us has ever performed in front of a crowd." The blonde nonchalantly replied. "She normally does things on an individual basis. And..."

She inclined her head towards where Ruby fiddled with the camera, long forgotten, set up on a nearby shelf.

"And that's before any snitch considers how many other women she'll be making an enemy of." Pauline growled, cracking her knuckles. She gave Constance a hard look. The redhead snorted and twisted to face the slimmer woman.

"Don't think you're hot shit after beating little Annie." Constance tilted back her glasses and gave a fair impression of looking down her nose. "I might've lost to Heather, but if you think..."

"So what're you guys gonna be doing now?" Betty cut in quick. Whatever else she might be, Constance was a fairly popular writer and the last thing needed was for her to have a hate boner for the drummer. She shot Candy a pleading look.

"With aunt Honey? No idea...she's here for another week." Candy grinned. "Port A Party has offered me a fair sum to stuck around fora couple months so..."

"Well isn't that fortunate." Ashley leaned suggestively against the other blonde, throwing an arm over her naked shoulder. "If you'd like I'd be happy to give you a quick tour of the town."

"That would be nice..." Candy chuckled nervously, the sudden change in attitude surprising those around her, gently slipping out from under Ashley. "But, just so you know...

*****

"YOU'RE SHITTING ME!?!"

"Sounds like Candy just broke the news." Honey remarked lightly at the babble of noise from the youngsters. Heather and Hannah had moved off, talking quietly between themselves and June who had followed, while getting dressed. Fatima glanced across at her curiously. "Candy's an oddity in our hobby. She's completely uninterested in other women...sexually that is. With her, she either wants to fight you, or be friends. Sometimes like your daughter they overlap."

Fatima gave a short, but heartfelt laugh, that tapered off to a hysterical giggle. "Oh...oh, that's rich. I imagine it's led to a lot of disappointed opponents."

"You have no idea." Honey chuckled, resting a soft hand on the other blonde's leg. Fatima's head rose and the two locked eyes...understanding flowing between them. "It's a pity all the good one's tend to be taken."

"What about you and June? It's hard to miss."

"Oh...she's taken. But so's the one she's interested in." Honey smiled conspiratorially and leaned in close, her breath hot in Fatima's ear. "But...confidentially...I don't think she cares."

"And you aren't jealous?" Ruby remarked, ejecting the tape from the camera.

"My dear...I'm HOPING they start something." June replied from her position near the door, eyeing to the two blondes. "Could you imagine if Honey became even a semi regular here?"

"I imagine you can." The redhead retorted sourly. June grinned and pinched the younger woman's ample rear. The yelp got attention from the others and she stepped forward. Eleven topless women gathered close, June looking around with an ingratiating smile on her face. It was quarter past twelve.

"Ladies, I would like to thank everyone for showing up and I hope you all enjoyed yourselves." The noirette stated clearly. "As a reminder, I am hoping to host more of these and everyone will have open invitations to attend. Assuming you accept my invitation I have one request."

She paused for dramatic effect and Ashley rolled her eyes calling out. "C'mon granny. Don't fall asleep on us here."

"I ask that you bring a guest with you...so long as she knows how to hold her tongue of course." June smirked, shooting the blonde a wink and a kiss. Ashley flushed and muttered something to the women near her. "Assuming the attendance is high enough I'll be opening up the other rooms for...private matches, if they're so desired. Or restricted attendance."

Muttering greeted this declaration, but as she had intended, June could sense the renewed interest. Fighting in front of a group was not for everyone. Whether it be embarrassment or nerves or simply not wanting to be seen in certain positions would often curtail one's wilder side. But settling matters privately...

The mood was broken by the sudden honking of a horn. Moving to a window, Ruby glanced around a curtain, a familiar looking black Kompensator sitting in the driveway with white station wagon now turning in as well. "Simovich and crew...your rides here." She called out clearly. "And whoever's waiting on a white wagon..."

With appropriate...and careful...haste, the women quickly dressed. Some faster than others due to how far their fight had taken them. "C'mon mom!" Betty called, turning to catch her mother grabbing Honey by the arm. Whatever she said was quick and then she joined her daughter in trotting down the stairs, wincing with every other step, while the younger was developing a pronounced limp. However, just as she opened the car door, there was a call from the house. Turning, she was surprised to see Candy taking short, mincing steps down close behind.

"Could I bum a ride back to the hotel?" The blonde DJ asked. "My aunt's gonna be spending the night and isn't too inclined to let me have the car."

"Uh...sure." Betty nodded, her mother scooching over to give Candy room to slide in.

Back at the door was Ashley, who paused, sharing a glare with Ruby. "I won't count this time, cow." She hissed quietly. "I wanna be sure you're in shape when I smash you for real."

"Anywhere...anytime, barbie bitch!" Ruby snarled back, her hostility following the tanned blonde downstairs, her beaten boobs aching again.

Heather and Hannah were quiet and thoughtful as they left. Hannah had pretty much confirmed that she would be coming back immediately after her match against Pauline. Heather...Heather still felt a feeling of euphoria over finally crushing Constance like she'd always threatened to do. But she still had another matter to attend to...head turning slowly as the full Kompensator moved slowly out the gate. Constance was only a few steps behind them, eyes flinty behind her glasses, studying the other woman. A story such as this, and she couldn't say anything without ruining her own career.

Still, she consoled herself...it was enjoyable getting a chance to physically demolish a bitch instead of doing it behind a computer screen. Granted this time didn't pan out as expected, but Constance was nothing if not patient. In her line of work you needed to know when to hold back and when to go for the throat. She couldn't talk about what went on...but she'd never promised not to write about anything that didn't involve the fights. She snickered to herself. With luck she'd get her stories...and be able to knock around some intolerable bitches in the process. A wide smile split her face as she slipped into her vehicle.

Finally, Ruby closed the door. A soft sigh passed her lips, but the scowl returned as she turned in time to catch June plop into the seat next to Honey. It suddenly occurred to her that there were only losers in this room, and two of them were currently making doe eyes and caressing each other's naked upper bodies in ways that made it clear what the intentions were for the rest of the night. She growled suddenly slamming the door shut and ignoring the third pair of lights coming up the driveway. She swung over to the couch and grabbed a handful of yellow hair, yanking the surprised woman up and shoving her soft tits against the other pair knocking her back. Honey's eyes were mocking against the jealous anger in Ruby's.

*****

"I have a question." Candy chimed up, leaning over the side of Betty's seat. "I heard you and Ashley mention Mika and...Esther...during the fight. What was that about?"

Betty stiffened for a second, clearly unsure if to say anything, then sighed and turned around to face the three in the back. "They were two girls back on campus. Two of the nice ones...so to speak. Not a single bad thing to say about anyone. Then we had a night where they were dared to step onto the mats..."

*****

Ruby hissed, flinging her boobs to flop against Honey's, the blonde milf wincing. With how recent her fight had been it wasn't surprising how sensitive her breasts were at the moment. On the flipside though she'd surrendered before her boobs really got violated, while Ruby had been more than willing to continue if June hadn't stepped in. Speaking of which...

June reclined on the couch with a bright smile, watching blonde and redhead swat each other with breasts that flopped across their opposites largely ineffectually. Both pair of normally mouth watering mounds were not in the best shape and folded together with each swing, leading to sharp and loud yelps. A combination of Ruby's aggression and the lack of the sensitive state of her boobs had Honey retreat in the face of the redhead's assault, the younger woman's eyes glittering maliciously.

Right up to the moment the blonde extended a foot that hooked around Ruby's heel and she felt herself tumbling, staring in shock into a pair of shining eyes above a wicked smile that followed her all the way down...

*****

"It was the shock, I think, that had us leave them going at it for as long as they did." Betty admitted, long haired, brunette Mika and pony tailed redhead Esther, leaving everyone stunned with the sudden ferocity with which they went after one another. "Ashley came to her senses first and tried to separate them."

"Whoa...what kinda campus did you go to?" Candy leaned closer. Her breathing was faster now as well. "Makes my old Alma Mater downright boring."

"Sim State University." Fatima stated. Her closed eyes opened and she yawned before continuing. "Bit of a family tradition to attend there. Perhaps even a town tradition considering how many of us attended."

"Damn, looks like I lucked out." Candy huffed, then quickly turned back to Betty. "So what happened next?"

*****

Ruby snarled, fighting like a wild woman, dragging her nails down Honey's back or digging them into ample ass cheeks while Honey hissed back, hands slapping loudly across Ruby's rear and June slipped out of her underwear. Pumping their beaten tits together, bodies undulating and slapping together loudly, blonde and redhead rocked and rolled tortuously across the carpet. June licked her lips, eyeing the jiggling, competing forms in front of her, libido long awakened a loudly demanding attention. She considered stepping in and chastising Ruby, but decided to sit back and enjoy the show. How long could they go on for?

Five minutes later the noirette was sitting up, literally panting as Honey dragged Ruby up by the hair and slapped her back down. A clawed hand reached up and grabbed a pale orb and the blonde squealed, shuffling back and allowing the redhead to get back to her knees. Throwing themselves back together, several seconds of on the knees grappling and thrusting breasts and June whining in frustration when the pair fell back over onto their sides. Her head perked up at a lond banging sound and, not even considering the hour, or her state of undress, June staggered over to the door.

*****

"I'll be the first to admit I shouldn't have been surprised." Betty admitted, shaking her head. "I started off nice too, but in my case I blew up cause a bitch didn't know when to quit. Those two had been friends for as long as we'd known them. Even after graduation I never found out what set them off."

"So who won?" Pauline chimed in, curious.

"Mika. She had the bigger breasts and had a curvier figure." Betty replied. "Think she outweighed Esther by twenty pounds or so, but you wouldn't have guessed by the fight she put up."

"So why'd you compare my match with Honey to theirs" Fatima now asked, her mother keeping her movements to a minimum.

"Cause it started off similar. They fought carefully, not because they were amateur, but because they were friends, You and Honey started hard, but kept it simple." She explained. "They gave the usual trashtalk, but it was light and friendly...at first. But as it went on, it started getting nastier, more personal as whatever issues they had seemed to come to the fore, just like how you and Honey seemed to go into overdrive. Didn't seem like either of you planned on stopping unless we stepped in. Lucky thing she quit when she did."

"Heh...you call them amateur, but you're not much better if you call that luck." Fatima now stared hard at her daughter. Pauline shot Betty a look and noticed the tightening around her friend's eyes. Brian too, glanced nervously out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh? And why's that?"

"It wasn't luck that made her quit, it was experience. The only reason she did was because Honey couldn't fight the way she was used to." Fatima muttered, leaning back, then turning her head to face Candy. "Your aunt likes to wrestle, doesn't she? Prefers full body to body contact to just tit boxing?"

Candy looked between the two nervously, before nodding slowly. "She's right. First chance my aunt gets she'll go for a bearhug and then pull the woman she's fighting down to the ground. Aunt Honey's always insisted her rack was made for wrestling and what matches I've seen, she always turns it into a brawl as early as possible. And as far as I know, she's never lost at it."

"Hmmph..." Fatima leaned back in her seat, an intense look on her face. "Never...huh?"

"So...how did everyone else's...uh...fights...go?" Brian asked carefully, trying to lighten the mood in the car. As well as distract from the painful erection he had in his pants. He leaned forward slightly to avoid it hitting against the steering wheel.

*****

"Heavy...cxnt...get off!" Ruby panted, pinned under the blonde's lush frame, pain and exhaustion preventing her from moving Honey. As well she felt her lower body responding to full bodies blonde milf. "You...bitch..."

"Oh, I'm not the bitch here, red." Honey purred, breathing heavily, pressing her tits INTO the ginger's deflated pair. She ran her tongue up the other's neck and Ruby moaned, the desire to keep fighting warring with her ever present libido. With a hoarse groan of acceptance, the younger woman's legs opened, giving the older blonde easy access. Something the overstimulated Honey responded to quickly, pounding her dripping snatch against Ruby's with no attempt at restraint. It didn't even take a minute for their screams to fill the room. Even as the euphoria ran through Ruby, Honey reared back, shifting around their legs to scissor one another, pulling a leg up and over her shoulder, pumping slowly. Honey licked her lips in satisfaction and leaned in close. "Look back there."

Ruby tilted her head backwards and her jaw clenched. On hands and knees June crawled slowly towards them, propelled by the powerful thrusts from Max who shuffled behind her. The blissful smile June wore contradicted the agonized scowl on Max's face as his tense gaze met Ruby's jealous stare. But both youngsters were then distracted by their older lovers as June pumped her ass hard against Max's pectorals and Honey's belly pumped, her clit grabbing hold of Ruby's.

Ruby's yell was muffled, June's head appearing above her own and she dropped her lips onto the sweating ginger's. Furious thrusts from Max pushed the noirette along Ruby's jiggling frame, the mature dragging her tongue down to the shaking breasts that she sucked on thirstily, her own hanging glands devoured as they passed over Ruby's face. Arms wrapped around Ruby's leg, Honey leaned forward, extending a tongue to June. The lips of the two milfs met as the same time Max's head flew back in a tortured yell, Ruby's mouth, including teeth, going around his balls.

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Hot damn, I'm gonna have to go back and read the rest of this series! Awesome stuff

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Hot damn, I'm gonna have to go back and read the rest of this series! Awesome stuff

You absolutely should! Not only is Gradius' saga a superb titfighting tale in general, but the actual boob-on-boob action happens to be incredibly elaborate and detailed - possibly even longer and more comprehensive than in my own stories, and that's saying something! 

And to top it all off, there are also plenty of delicious sexfight sequences scattered between boob-bashing bouts as well, not only woman-to-woman, but male vs. female, too. I'll be very curious to hear Max's thoughts on June later on, considering how Bob views her as the best fuck ever, even beating out hot teens and twenty-somethings like Ashley and Ruby in his personal estimation.   

And Gradius, Ashley's reaction to learning that Candy is completely straight, and not sexually interested in women at all, was absolutely hilarious! Could be interesting to see the curvy, gorgeous DJ take on Max, or Brian, or even Bob at some point... 

An excellent addition to your amazing saga! So glad to have you back!



Edit; here's a quick link for all members looking to peruse Gradius' past stories on FCF.

[Kerfuffling]

An excellent addition to your amazing saga! So glad to have you back!

Speaking of exciting returns...

Any chance we'll get to see Fleur back in action? Even if just for a special one time bout, there are plenty of rivals she needs to get revenge on! I'm sure Lavender is still bragging about how Fleur never beat her, not to mention Yasmine's sinister seductress boobs, or even the invader Isabella and her imposing rack...

[Augur]

An excellent addition to your amazing saga! So glad to have you back!

Speaking of exciting returns...

Any chance we'll get to see Fleur back in action? Even if just for a special one time bout, there are plenty of rivals she needs to get revenge on! I'm sure Lavender is still bragging about how Fleur never beat her, not to mention Yasmine's sinister seductress boobs, or even the invader Isabella and her imposing rack...

I'll have to see what I can do... Can't make any promises, though. I seriously burned myself out with TA earlier, and inspiration to write more has proved very elusive so far. I've tried a few times, only to abandon the attempt in short order. Should you ever run into a similar pickle with ST-BT, I strongly recommend taking a nice, long break, rather than trying to brute-force yourself through a writer's block!

[Augur]