Hi all, long time reader first time writer. I'm not sure if this belongs here or in the celeb board. Given it features two softcore stars, and I have seen stories with porn stars posted in both. So mods, please move it if you think it fits in better there. For those worried about historical accuracy, I understand I am to some degree mixing decades here. I've got a few stories in this series mapped out in my head involving woman that didn't quite overlap, but are drawn from the playboy/softcore days. Anyway, the story:
Marsha Jordan
Vs
Morgana
Story
Thirty minutes before the fight Marsha had been all confidence and smiles. She had agreed to what she thought was an easy fight against a newcomer to the league. Morganna, a fighter with no record mostly known for her heaving bosom. Marsha had been coming off a six month leave following a championship bought with that brunette bitch Uschi Digard. Although a hard fought match, it had ended with Marsha taking her crying rival in the ass while the blooddrunk crowd cheered her on. Having recovered from the wounds of that conflict, a nice soft match against some creampuff seemed like just the warm up before she defended her title. Plus, it was always good to teach uppity big titters that there was only one alpha blonde in the league . Sure, the young bimbo was big but Marsha was a seasoned catfighter with a dozen fights under her belt. What could go wrong?
The match had started out well enough, like most inexperienced girls Morganna had gone for Marsha’s flowing hair and she had been happy to return the favor. They had struggled around the mat in this state for a minute or two, and it had let Marsha get a sense of her opponent. Morganna was strong, but inexperienced tugging wildly with no particular strategy. After feeling her out for a few minutes, Marsha let go of the hair she had been tugging on. With her opponent momentarily off balance. She grabbed the other girls arm and leveraging her foe over her hip tossed her to the floor in a crude but damaging approximation of a judo throw. Morganna lay stunned on the floor for a minute, before unsteadily climbing onto her hands and knees. At which point Marsha took a little jump and crashed down knee first onto the poor girl’s back. Morganna let out a cry of surprise and crashed back to the floor. The wily older fighter wasted no time, shifting on to her ass and taking a seat. She grabbed one leg and cranked it under her arm in a modified single Boston crab. But the real goal of her hold was the other blondes green bikini bottoms. Marsha pushed her hand under the underwear, to a squeak of surprise, and sank her hands into the powerless girls soft inner folds.
The bigger girl tried to get out of the hold, using her considerable strength to try to push up and off the floor. But she couldn’t get leverage with the full weight of her opponent sitting on her back. Nor could she ignore the burning pain coming from her crotch as her tormentor methodically begin to shred her abundant bush. Unsure of what to do, and feeling both humiliated and a little stirred she slapped the ground screaming out her surrender. Marsha made sure to take an extra firm grip, and stab two fingers inside her begging rival before releasing the hold and getting up. It took Morganna another thirty seconds to process and recover from what had happened before she to got up from the mat and retreated to her side.
The fighters spent five minutes recuperating in their corners, drinking water and conversing with their seconds before the fight resumed. Back on the mat they went to remove their tops. A standard feature of the league if the vestments survived the first round. As the league champion, Marsha came first. Taking off her strapless red bikini top in one quick motion. Revealing her famous chest. As well as her legendary nipples which when hard, as they were now, protruded nearly an inch from her chest. The crowd gave a murmur of approval, a moan of lust. But when Morganna took off her green top that moan turned into a song. Her chest was bigger than her opponent’s, and far firmer, jutting proudly out with not a sign of sag.
So shocked was Marsha at being blown away by this younger tart, that she didn’t hesitate when Morganna held out her hands in a claw position nails gleaming. The traditional sign of a breast mauling challenge. Marsha made claws of her own and stepped forward to meet her with glee. The only thing she hated more then other blondes, was other blondes with better boobs. No, not better just bigger Marsha forced herself to think. She was going to make this young girl scream, as she obliterated those hulking udders. This is where things started to go wrong.
Marsha took a traditional grip, all five fingers spread out across the top half of Morganna’s breasts. Hoping to tenderize that before moving on to her soft under boob. Morganna for her part focused on Marsha’s eye pokers and gripped each one between thumb and fore finger with her other three fingers bracing for support. When the bell sounded, they began to squeeze. Right away Marsha noticed the problem, the younger girl’s boobs weren’t just big they were incredibly firm. Using all her strength, although she could drive her nails into the boobs she felt no give. More importantly, as seconds turned to minutes, she heard nothing from her opponent but the occasional grunt of exertion. It was like Morganna’s boobs were getting the lightest of tickles from a feather.
Marsha couldn’t say the same. The bigger blonde was strong, and her grip was like a vice. As they staggered around the room, Marsha felt like her nipples were about to be torn off. It didn’t help when Morganna wrapped her hands around them and twisted, pulling one up and one down. The pain was indescribable and Marsha instinctively let go of her own attack to pry the hands off of her nipples. She had no luck, and instead proceeded to wobble comically as Morganna pulled her around the room by the symbols of her femininity. Vainly, the champion realized the only chance she had was to get a grip on Morgannas boobs, cxnt, on something. So, she lashed out with both hands and connected directly with Morganna’s nose. Boom, the younger woman stumbled back, and the champion struck out again. Boom, directly in the kisser. Morganna was not stunned and lashed out with punches of her own. Directly to the champs wounded jugs. She got in two glancing blows. Responded to by three of the champs to her own high beams. But then Morganna struck gold with a shot directly on Marsha’s swollen nipple. Crying out she fell to the ground and seeing the other blonde surge towards her with vengeance in her eyes cried out her surrender
Looking across the ring at the shaken older woman, Morganna could still taste the blood in her mouth. Her second had been blabbering to her for five minutes about strategies, and holds. But Morganna only had one thing in her mind, she was going to make that bitch pay. Across the ring, Marsha eased the ice packs off her breasts. Five minutes hadn’t gotten rid of the swelling but did reduce it substantially. Morganna stalked forward with a vengeance had learned something from the last round. Opening her arms she offered a bear hug. Marsha looked hesitant. Evidently her breasts still stung, and she was hesitant to sentence them to more punishment. But the crowd started booing as they sensed hesitation, weakness. So, Marsha had no choice.
As the older woman tentatively approached, Morganna waited and choose her moment. When the other woman was about two feet away, she brought her arms in. Grabbing Marsha’s shoulders. And suitably braced did the one thing she’d been waiting to do since the older bitch clawed her cxnt. Shot her knee up into the other woman’s pussy. Taken by surprise, the champion fell forward as pain exploded in her warm center. She fell towards Morganna, who wasted no time repeating the move, once, twice, thrice. She then used her strength to push the weakened other woman over. They tumbled to the floor, with Marsha stuck on the bottom in a full body pin.
Now to the audience Morganna seemed stuck, while on top all of her limbs were occupied keeping the smaller woman pinned. She could try to grapevine Marsha’s legs, but that was a risky move that could be turned around on her. Luckily, Morganna had two trump cards the audience hadn’t considered. Moving slightly higher, she lowered her cannonballs over Marsha’s face and rhythmically begin to slap her.
For Marsha, Morganna’s breasts felt like boxing gloves. After two minutes, she felt punch drunk, and let out a defeated gurgle. The alpha predator lying on top of her detected this and decided to focus elsewhere. Down she went, and boom, bang, clang, went her undamaged hooters into the severely softened girls of her enemy. This brought Marsha a little bit back to reality, but also caused her to start softly weeping from the pain. After two minutes Morganna was satisfied that she had sufficiently destroyed her opponents resistance and sat up to bask in the awe of the crowd. Sitting astride her bawling opponent, she made sure to keep her hands cocked around Marsha’s milkers just in case she had any ideas. Looking up at the lights and the lustful faces she asked
“How shall I finish her?”
The crowd cried out a hundred suggestions, but both Morganna and the crying champion knew exactly what was coming next. Readjusting herself, Morganna once again dangled her breasts in the other blondes face. This time, she softly moved them 45 degrees. So, her legs surrounded Marsha’s body and she could cradle Marsha’s face in her arms. With a surprising amount of gentleness, she moved her arms behind Marsha’s head and guided her face deep into her waiting twin peaks. Marsha barely had time to react, weakly flailing her limbs. But depleted as she was it was almost no resistance, and half her head vanished into the darkness of Morganna’s cleavage.
The victorious woman felt every struggle and moan with renewed estasy. This was Morganna’s first time titsmothering a woman in real combat. She didn’t know whether it was the wet sensation of Marsha’s tears on her breasts, the baying of the crowd, but it felt far better and hotter than she had anticipated. After this was the punishment round, and her stirring loins had given her an idea as to what she would make Marsha do first.
