Jasmine and Kelly had been friends for years. Jasmine, 5'7" and thin, about 115, was shapely and hot, long blonde hair and a head-turning figure, with a nice B-cup rack, that sometimes grew to nearly C when she gained a pound or two. Kelly was a nice-looking young woman, shorter, about 5'2" also thin, not quite as shapely, she didn't have much chest to speak of, and though she did have a shapely butt, she didn't have the ridiculously thin waist Jasmine had.
They were popular when they went clubbing, never lacking for male attention. Jasmine usually got her pick, as she was taller and more stunning, but Kelly was never hurting for attention. Still, Kelly began to tire of playing second fiddle and she decided to get a boob job. She bought an insane set of D-cups that were probably too big, but she dressed well and she looked hot. In fact, now she was getting the lion's share of attention.
Jasmine didn't seem to react much to this change, but she did change her clothing style a bit, she didn't wear her shirts as tight and she rarely showed cleavage anymore. She thought that Kelly's huge rack made hers look small, so she accented her awesome lower half more. And she still got plenty of attention.
Most of their interactions were fairly innocent, but once in a while one of the other would have a boyfriend for a while. Jasmine thought she had found a keeper one night, Jack was a handsome man who was obviously into her, they danced and had a drink. She went to the bathroom and when she returned, Kelly was dancing with Jack! Kelly had not seen Jasmine talking with Jack, but Jasmine was not happy with this turn of events. Kelly was pushing her big chest into Jack's abs and she was really putting on a show.
In fact when she finally saw Jasmine, it was almost closing time, she said "I'm bringing this guy Jack with us." "You mean the guy I was dancing with before you?..." Jasmine countered. "Um, I dunno, I guess. hehehe" Kelly teased, thoroughly enjoying getting the best of her hot friend for a change. "Whatever" Jasmine fumed. "Hey, don't be a bitch. I've been picking up your castoffs forever. It's not not my fault Jack prefers a woman who's more well-built." "Oh your new air-bags? Don't make me laugh." Jack walked up and they were still sniping. "Don't hate. I'm sure someone will want to touch your little mosquito bites." Jasmine's tits were just fine, she was up a few pounds now and they were ripe apples, sticking out from her tiny frame. She stuck her chest out and stepped into Kelly's face pressing her rack into Kelly's massive chest. Kelly laughed as her fake rack squashed Jasmine's pretty little tits. "I think you're in over your head, Tiny" Kelly laughed again. Jasmine called her a bitch. and Jack stepped in. "Are you ladies fighting because of me? I kinda like both of you" "Sorry Jack, we're not doing a three-way" Said Kelly. "How about a friendly competition?" "Oooh good idea!" purred Jasmine and Kelly.
They went to Jack's place. They made some rules for their contest:
No punching, no nails, just wrestling and when the loser submits, she goes home. Winner gets to stay with Jack. Jack could watch but not interfere in any way.
Neither one of them was a fighter, and though they were in decent shape, they really weren't athletes either. They were both wearing tight shirts and skirts. They were determined as they approached somewhat clumsily. Kelly rushed Jasmine, knocking her over and landing on her. She sat on the taller girls stomach and taunted. "That was easy. Do you submit or do I need to teach you a lesson?" "Fuck you" Spat Jasmine. Kelly slapped her friend and Jasmine shrieked and covered her face. "what the fuck?" "We didn't say no slapping" grinned Kelly and she saw her opening to finish the fight. Jasmine's perfect little tits were right there for the taking, and she grabbed one in each hand through Jasmine's thin shirt and flimsy bra. "Ahhh!" Jasmine was shocked as Kelly threatened: "Say you quit or I'll fuck your little tits up, slut!" "No!" yelled Jasmine and Kelly squeezed her hard. "OW, BITCH!" Jasmine managed to grab Kelly's short hair and pulled Kelly off her. They rolled around and Kelly ended up on top again, her big tits in Jasmine's face. Her low cut shirt allowed her cleavage to drape onto Jasmine’s nose and face. "You like that?, You want to kiss my big tits?" Jasmine cursed and rolled Kelly off, this time landing on top. Kelly grabbed her shirt and pulled it up exposing Jasmine's bra. She then grabbed the pretty, but flimsy black brassier and yanked. "Bitch, what the fuck?" Kelly bucked and Jasmine flew off to the left landing on her side. Kelly moved on top of her and ripped the clasp on her bra open and yanked again, this time pulling her bra loose. Jasmine slipped out from under and finished taking the thing off, as it just got in the way now. She pulled her shirt back down and went after Kelly. Kelly was ready and slapped Jasmine hard sending her down holding her face. Kelly stood over her taunting "Do you wanna quit, or should I kick your ass some more?" "Never!" Jasmine cried and Kelly kicked her between the legs. Jasmine yelped and covered her crotch. "How about now?" Jasmine yelped but didn't answer so Kelly sat on her and rolled Jasmine onto her back again. Jasmine tried to cover her tits and face with her arms.
“I’m sick of you thinking every man is yours. I’m kicking your ass and taking Jack. Your scrawny ass is mine now!” She reached into Jasmine’s skirt and slipped her hand into her panties. “No!” “Oh yes! Do you want to submit?” Jasmine swung wildly at Kelly’s face and slapped her good, distracting Kelly from assaulting her crotch. Kelly cursed and shrugged off the blow then she seized the moment to grab Jasmine’s chest again, this time under her shirt with no bra. Jasmine was still slapping at Kelly’s face when Kelly firmly squeezed Jasmine's bare chest. “Stop! Or you’ll be very sorry!” Jasmine complied with a breathy squeak, stopping her wild swings. “aaahh” “You’re finished, you over-rated slut, submit, or I’ll rip your little tits off!” “Let go!” shrieked Jasmine, who’s smaller, but plump natural tits were quite sensitive. She was taking a beating, the focus of which was her supposedly inferior rack. Kelly had her down, and was getting pay-back for playing second fiddle all these months. The former all-time winner was being owned by her upstart friend, who now was not only hotter now, but was proving to be stronger and tougher too. Why did Kelly focus so much attention of her tits? She processed all this within seconds. Then she tried a desperate move, on her back under heavy attack, she swung an open hand from over her head down onto Kelly’s big left tit. “AHHHH, NO! You can’t!” Kelly fell off to the side and clutched her big fake boob. Jasmine got up and sat on Kelly, straddling her and looking down at her and pinned Kelly's arms under her knees. "If my tits are so small, why are you so bent on touching them? Let's have some fun with your store-bought udders!" She started to grab Kelly's big rack tentatively, she wasn't into touching girls. Kelly begged for mercy. "Please don't! I'm sorry, I submit! Let me go please!" Jasmine was confused. Kelly continued: "you'll mess them up, you could pop one!" Jasmine wanted to retort or get some revenge for Kelly messing with her tits, but she just casually stood up and picked up her bra, stepped silently over her beaten foe and sauntered over to the couch and softly rubbed her tits. Kelly deserved to have her fake rack tortured for grabbing Jasmine's boobs several times, but she was just glad to have won. She knew she was losing the one-sided fight until she got that last-second blow in.
Kelly silently left and Jack crawled between Jasmine's legs and softly went to work on her wet pussy, sliding her skirt up and her black panties to the side. She really got turned on by besting her friend again. To be sure, she thought she'd lost as Kelly nearly finished her off with the bare tit grab. The exhilaration of coming back was part of the turn on and she wasn't seriously hurt. It had gone from being a very bad night to a very good one.
They rolled over and Jack took off her shirt. She moved on top of him and sat up straight, thrusting out her chest like a queen on her throne. She sexily held her long blonde hair up and threw back her head in ecstasy. She rode him for a while when out of the blue Kelly who had only pretended to leave, grabbed her by the hair and ripped her off her "throne". Jasmine was shocked and spent. She shrieked as she landed on her back. Jack observed with half-drunk curiosity and clutched his junk, which was bent awkwardly when Kelly attacked Jasmine. Kelly sat on Jasmine's face, pinning her arms. "What the fuck? I won fair and square, you cheating bitch!?" Kelly reached behind and grabbed Jasmine's right tit between her thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling. Jasmine shrieked again in pain. "Lick my pussy!" Kelly commanded, as she pushed her panties to the side. Jasmine was finished for good. Kelly got hold of her left breast too and she surrendered to the new "queen" by licking her pussy. "That's a good little girl." Said Kelly. "Ah. You win, let go of my tits, you bitch!" pleaded Jasmine. Kelly pulled a bit harder. "AHHH!" "Who's a bitch?" Kelly taunted, squeezing more. "AAAAHH, I'm a bitch! Let go!" whimpered Jasmine. Kelly finally did let go and she stood up and grabbed Jasmine by the hair dragging her out of the room and to the front door. Jasmine kind of half-crawled along to avoid her hair from being pulled out. Kelly threw her clothes out into the hallway. She said "Now you know what happens when you fuck with me. Take your tiny tits out of here, and if you see me around, walk the other way, or you'll get worse!"
