Chapter 4 The Queen's titfight starts but not over
But Peggy is no stranger to a loss of a battle , mostly because she comes back to win the war. After getting up Peggy sheds her torn dress and bra, topless in a thong and thigh highs garters she caresses her big breasts letting Sonya now she wants a titfight.
Sonya mimics the move, then strips off her torn dress and bra, both women adjust their hair to be up perfect as they can, then hands go to hair and they slowly march head on till about an inch apart they stop.
The hold a long glare their breathing is heavier but controlled and slow, as their large breasts rise and fall in unison. Their stiff nipples almost graze, but this time they will go tit to tit ahead of the scheduled plan fight. But neither woman nor their financiers are worried, the weekend will be filled with fighting and duels between these two, and before anyone leaves including either of these two, one last titfight will take place, between them and that will be the deciding fight as to which either stays the Queen here or takes her place.
No one rings a bell, we all stand most with the eye masks and the special guests without, but each of us can hear our heart beats as these two amazons square off. I have said before and i will again, the courage to risk losing in front of friends and family and guests, to be broken and embarrassed on the floor , your breasts beaten by another, then milked for all to watch and then finally face sat or smothered out by your rivals breasts as you have to worship them.
The level of commitment and pride and confidence is above anything i ever watched. Just as i think this both women take a long inhale, their mountainous breasts swell and lift then they steady their bodies and fill the room with an audible “CLOP”.
Each of them grunts as they grit their teeth to hide the feeling their rival just delivered to them. As if programmed the instant they collide both freely and willingly start to roll, and grind their breasts head on.
They swallow the reactions for now but what they refuse to let out is painted on their faces as they press, push, pump, and roll their huge breasts into and against the other woman’s, with equal force and matched move for move.
Somehow they stand almost frozen in the center of the ring, the only other movement aside from their breasts is the slow dance like sway and shift on their heels. Each using the dance like motion to probe their rival or a weakness or soft spot she wishes to avoid having contact in.
But as these two mature women glare wanting to see even a blink of an eye that they found the sore spot, neither exposes it and now frustration starts to build in each fighter. They are prepared to fight well into an hour , even two, and if comes to it three hours till one screams out she gives.
But as they mentally accept this will be a long battle they are more than willing to beat the other as fast as they can an not have to fight to total exhaustion. But as they hope for that, each forgets even a quick end can be exhausting and pain filled, the only relief from a quick fight is the smile as brief as it is they won.
As they press their breasts together they can feel the firmness in their rival, it makes each swallow as the fear of losing makes them mentally concerned the other just may be to much. As the rolling pumping slows they both begin to rub and allow that to turn into smearing , slow steady side to side and up and down smearing.
They now have to use their shoulders more and rely on the upper body strength to move their equally matched rival. With long legs planted firmly, each fighter arches her broad back. They press in tightly and with pure strength they smear then drag their breasts across their rivals.
Veiny round mass bulges from between them, first one then the other gets forced aside only to force the others aside or up or under. None of which is painful yet but the tiniest bit of room they can cause feels like mini victories in their minds.
As the dragging continues the fight is at 10 minutes, the lights over head shine down on them and the room while not hot is becoming very hot for these two. They are working hard to use just their breasts to fight with, especially breasts so large , round and heavy, firm and so laden with mothers milk.
They refuse to sway their heavy lumbering breasts, with it so early in the fight one failed swipe could cause injury to the tendons or ligaments or muscle in the chest supporting these globe like jugs. Their only concern as this labored exchange goes on, is to make their rival work harder each ass to move or shift their tits, to get a natural sway caused by their breasts.
Now as the feel of their rivals round blue veined mass presses and drags their breasts as they return the same move, the women find it harder to contain the verbal reaction they have been able to swallow.
Slowly as they firmly but slowly collide head on then smear then drag fully side to side each fighters lips start to part open and the dull grunts are now becoming heavier pants and gulps and grimaces.
Peggy is the first to get her rival to react loudly enough we hear it, she plunges her G’s head on into Sonya’s the CLOP is firm enough both sets o breasts shake and wobble as she immediately forces into Sonya and smears slowly then she slides her breasts to the right of Sonya’s and as she presses in drags a slow heavy drag across Sonya’s breasts pulling them with her own.
I am positive mom had a flash back to her fight with Gina way back when i caught them in our sunroom, it for me was like a rerun with a different actress, but the exact move was identical as was the reaction.
Sonya’s shoulders roll back, her head turns to the side a she grimaces and then exhales “uuhhh ohh you Bitch my tits”. Peggy gets that hint of a sneer,s ext , confident but ready to fight. She tilts her chin up at Sonya, “problems Bitch hmm?, cmon my tits want a fight “.
But maybe Peggy was over confident, or maybe she was salivating for a win, either way she forgot Sonya was about to return the same move , exactly like Gina did that same day.
As Peggy’s breasts finish the full drag and make Sonya’s breasts jostle to a stop in front again, Sonya instantly steps in and shoves her breasts to the eft side of Peggy’s and inhales as she doesn’t bother smearing she presses in and drags right back across Peggy’s breasts pulling them with hers.
Peggy is already in an arch posture , her breasts outward as if to say here they are, Sonya easily finds them and drags slow but every bit as firm, bulging Peggy’s breasts in a recoil to her own chest.
We see the flesh pulling on flesh and i watch as Peggy’s breasts are stretched across her chest by Sonya’s. Peggy cant hide it either, her head rolls back her lips open as she lets it out, “uughhhh mmfff ohh you Bitch my tits uuhnn”. Sonya as she finishes the drag smirks and instead of waiting for her rivals return move she now steps at Peggy and starts to pump head on at her.
She snorts as the claps and clops ring out firmer, “uuhnn uuhhnn cmon bitch fight my tits now, mff mfff mff cmon fight bitch”. Peggy can feel her breasts get jostled, shaken and wobbled on her chest, she huffs out, “mmmffff mmmfff ohh you bitch ohh UUGHh my tits uhnnn damn it bitch get off my tits and lets fight,, ahhh “.
As Sonya went at Peggy harder and faster, her tits are now like weapons as they batter Peggy’s a bit easier , slowly despite not wanting to Peggy’ heels scrape the rug and she starts to lose her position. Huffing heavier and her face slowly getting redder, she welcomes the retreat as it lessens the constant attack on her breasts. I look at the guests that were brought to see this fight, Dad had his typical (no worries she will win look ) Jef was covering his mouth eyes wide with worry, and Nina was licking her lips, praying Peggy lost fast and she and Peggy would have that third fight she so wanted with mom alone and not for a title but for the inner bitch both were and the jealousy of being beaten by mom at that party with everyone there to see it.
She like so many others was sure when she beat mom in our home that day they cam chatted she would are Peggy apart, but the rematch went Peggy’s way and it was a tough fight, since then Nina like many who lost to Peggy , was drooling for a free fight with her to prove Peggy was just lucky.
But those other women never forgot how hurt Peggy made them feel, win or lose and despite saying they wanted at her never tried again, those who did like Gina, were sorry they tried again .
My attention returns to the duel, as i left it Sonya is slowly making Peggy work harder and retreat, the slow retreat unless her direction changes will have Peggy along the soft ropes, and if Sonya really presses at her, will either break through them or fall back over them.
Either way it goes once they it happens these two Queens will make it more than breast to breast, and with orders of no one step in, only the financiers can halt the action out of the proposed ring. If they don’t these two will alter the titfight but stay within its parameters.
The winner of this sudden titfight will not be allowed to milk the loser, so the real titfight will be the showdown after they fight every way they know how to.
Just as Peggy bums the ropes, she feints left as if she is going to make Sonya chase her more, Sonya buys i to the fake out, she steps left her large breasts way from Peggy’s that side as well.
Peggy sees her rival fell for the move, as Sonya loses contact, Peggy shifts and drives her powerful G twins into the open left side wall of Sonya’s breast. The force was so strong Peggy made Sonya’s breasts slam and collide together . A she arches from the hard hit, Peggy grabs her rival by the shoulders and now slightly to the left of Sonya, starts to plow into the exposed side wall.
Sonya’s breast swell together but are shoved to the right, Peggy’s firm breasts force Sonya’s left breast to elongate out as it bulges her right so far right she can almost press it under Sonya’s underarm.
With the combined weight and the extreme shift Sonya’s face turns almost white from pain, she gasps out loudly, “oh you fucking Bitch my tits get off them owwww ugghhnnn Bitch my tits”.
Peggy a savage sneer just continues the pain filled move and adds to it by grinding her tits against Sonya’s, a she does Sonya throws her head back, “ohh god her tits are crushing my tits get her off my tits”, but despite the plea no ones coming to stop this.
Peggy widens her stance and almost straddles Sonya’s left hip, as she does her arms wrap around Sonya, her only effort is to use her tits and grind Sonya’s, hyper stretch the muscles and tendons and ligaments which with Sonya’s weighted breasts will be an ache so deep and yet prominent it surely will effect her real titfight with Peggy, or any other breast duel they have tonight.
Sonya shakes her head no as her rivals arms wrap around her , and her rivals breasts roll Sonya’s breasts over themselves, forcing them to over lap and twist. Coupled with Peggy’s constant grind and rub and up and down assault, Sonya is feeling her weighted firm laden breasts start to defy her ability.
She can’t even turn to try to fight her way out of the attack with Peggy straddling the hip and applying the tight hug. Peggy working her own tits all over Sonya’s huffs as she pants to hurt her rival, “fight my tits cmon, feeling them aren’t you?, give or its gonna worse Bitch much worse”.
The crowd is focused on the space between he women, its so tight and they see Peggy’s breasts pump , drag, grin and roll Sonya’s breasts. While a few smile as Peggy is taking the fight to her rival, a few cover their mouths as they imagine the pain and the rest are in awe as they see Sonya being beat at her own game.
Peggy is riding her rivals hip, her arms a re folding Sonya’s body inward, which forces her breasts to bulge together and outward, making them perfect targets for Peggy, and her tits.
Sonya looks up her breasts flesh is twisted and turned an being worked like her breasts were full round wet towels being wrung out. Panting and her face a mask of pain and hate, Sonya shakes her head no but finally shouts out, “ok ok i give get of my tits, I give “.
Peggy smiles as she eases her thighs back Sonya turns to her and Peggy dips and thrusts up and SMACK, her tits punish Sonya’s with an underside upper cut. Sonya squeals out in pain, “AWWWW MY TITS!!”, then drops to her knees in front of Peggy.
Peggy grabs a fistful of Sonya’s hair yanks her head up as she hisses in her ear, “i am gonna milk you dry unless my tits knock the milk out of you first Bitch” . She uses Sonya’s hair to shove her head down again, as Sonya cradles her tits asShe sits on the floor her first solid loss to Peggy.
