Busty College Babe vs. Chesty Old BroadThe young, curvaceous blonde still couldn't quite believe it. How the hell could this be happening?
She had the best rack in her sorority, and had won more than her fair share of wet t-shirt contests against fellow college hotties. Back in high school, she'd been famous for possessing the nicest AND biggest pair of boobs around, and while there were now some girls that had her beat in sheer size, hers were still the 'best'. She was confident of that because her claim had been tested several times in actual boob-to-boob contact; the girls in her circle of friends liked to take part in what they called 'titfighting', where two competitors pitted their naked breasts against each other in intense, fleshy bouts that involved equal doses of close grinding, rapid jabs and violent slamming. The matches were strictly hands-off, with the winner being decided by boob quality alone.
The blonde's big, firm titties had faced numerous other young pairs in these intimate breast-duels over the years, and earned their reputation by besting all her friends' chests, fair and square. Some had given her more than trouble than others, and against a couple of them the blonde had even needed to avenge her initial loss with subsequent wins in rematches. Those two had been older, more experienced sorority girls, mind you, and even then they'd only narrowly defeated her, back in the blonde's freshman year.
She'd gotten back at the first one, a tall and impressively well-endowed redhead senior that same month, surprising her opponent with a series of aggressive boob-punches early on in the match before ultimately trapping the breathless girl in a tight hug and flattening her massive, freckly melons in front of the whole house. The blonde had even forced the top-heavy ginger to publicly worship her superior, more attractive breasts while she taunted the loser about her set's visibly loosened and droopy state. The senior hadn't been particularly saggy, to be fair, at least not for her size, but after the number the blonde had done on her jugs, you wouldn't have believed it. The redhead never challenged her into another rematch, choosing to steer clear of the blonde's smaller - but clearly more powerful - rack.
The second senior had gotten a bit cautious after that display, agreeing to face the blonde only in private, with just their boyfriends in attendance. She'd been a rather tough nut to crack, too, the athletic, visibly toned black girl's pert gymnast-boobs looking and feeling every bit as solid as her body did. Her tits hadn't been exactly little in terms of size, either, and certainly eclipsed all of her teammates' puny sets quite easily. All in all, the ebony hottie had been a serious specimen - which had of course made beating her that much sweeter. The blonde could still recall the dazed, disbelieving expression on the ebony girl's pretty face as she'd pounded the firmness right out of her once-unyielding breasts, before proceeding to make a show of pressing her own jugs against those normally pointy and gravity-defying titties and causing the senior's tenderized flesh to simply pancake and ooze around her own, less malleable orbs.
The looks on their boyfriends' faces had been quite memorable as well, and the blonde still relished the way the black girl's huge, muscular lover had been staring at her. It'd almost made her regret that she'd brought her own guy along. Jacking both boys off until they shot their loads right onto the college gymnast's sore, fully liquefied boobs had largely made up for that, though, as had the utter humiliation she'd been able to discern in the black girl's burning gaze. Her rival's spirit had proven more difficult to break than her tits, however, as the blonde had had to defend her title against the ebony-skinned athlete on two more occasions. One in public, and the other again in private. She'd flattened the black girl's best assets both times, though, decisively proving who had the dominant rack.
She had the best tits around. And every girl in her sorority knew it.
The blonde was now a junior, and on the top of the world. She was widely considered one of the best-looking girls in the entire college, with all the guys openly drooling over her perfect, curvy young body; while her big tits were naturally the main attraction, the rest was well worth ogling as well. To say that she was 'hot stuff' would've been an understatement.
As you'd expect, the blonde and her friends never missed a chance to have some fun. And what better opportunity to do just that than during the Spring Break? They'd made their annual pilgrimage into the sun a few days earlier, and quickly gotten busy catching rays on the beach in their slinky little bikinis while they flirted with some of the cuter guys. Everything had been just as it should be.
At some point, the issue of breasts had come up. As it almost inevitably did, with so many scantily-clad girls and horny guys crowding the beach. According to one of the new boys they'd just met, a reasonably fit and chiseled-looking senior stud from a different college, there was a bar in the area that organized competitions for 'best boobs'. And not your usual wet t-shirt or topless contests. No. These were apparently not just about visual comparisons, but involved actual tit-to-tit action, with the contestants 'rubbing and smashing their tits against each other like two rams in heat', as per the new guy. He'd sounded more than a little enthusiastic about witnessing the thing himself, having only recently learned about it from an alumni of his fraternity. Based on what they'd told him, there was often a reigning 'champ' of sorts, a regular who was the woman to beat for any wannabe-challengers.
The fact that the blonde and her friends had not heard about this place before was surprising, but as it turned out, the bar in question was some distance away from the beach, and not really frequented by the college crowds.
The blonde had been instantly intrigued at the prospect of taking on a local 'titfight champion', and looked forward to unseating her from her throne. She was feeling plenty confident in her tits' ability to handle just about any pair she might face; if even other busty college babes could not match her in the boob department, there was no chance some older, late-20s or even 30-something hag would pose a serious challenge against the blonde. Her big, gorgeous tits would flatten her opponent's fat and saggy udders in no time at all.
It took some wrangling to find out the name of this mysterious 'titty bar', but in the end the blonde's persistence paid off. Her oral game was strong, and boob-jobs second to none.
Later that night, the blonde and her friends made their way to the establishment in question, the secluded location and somewhat seedy-looking exterior not enough to convince them to turn around. The inside of the place didn't prove much more high-class, but was at least clean and cozy enough. It didn't take them long to gather intel on the bar's 'boob-wrestling' system, and the blonde quickly let the bartender know that she was interested in challenging the current champ. If there were any other fighters available, some of her friends would be more than happy to take them on. The man, who was slightly paunchy around the middle but tall and beefy, and probably around 40 if the blonde had to guess, let his eyes roam up and down her body slowly, drinking in every curve and contour of her superbly formed 20-year-old physique. He nodded in appreciation, a small, wry smirk appearing on his face as the blonde narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance. They both knew she'd dressed to impress.
"I'll pass on the message. She should be arriving soon. Just go ahead and grab a table near the stage."
'Stage' may have been overselling it a bit, but there was one noticeably open area in the far corner. The blonde and her friends found a table next to it, spending the next few minutes observing the crowd. Most people seemed to be in their 40s or even 50s, but some appeared a bit younger, and a couple may have been even 20-somethings. Only two of the younger women looked like they'd have any business stepping into a titfighting ring, though, and the girls naturally concentrated their attention on them. One was a statuesque, skinny-yet-stacked Asian with long, black hair. Her snug maroon shirt showed quite a bit of cleavage, and it didn't seem like she'd put on a bra. The blonde guessed the Asian to have roughly a cup-size or two on her, but based on they way the woman's jugs jiggled and shook with every movement, she was certain that her own breasts enjoyed a clear lead in density over them. The other woman to catch her eye was a latina with a cheerleader's build; wide hips and thick, toned legs, along with a sizable rack to match them up top. She was probably in her early 30s, and appeared a bit heavy, though clearly still solid. Her boobs looked about the same size as the blonde's, but with the clothing in the way it was impossible to tell just how firm or soft they were.
The blonde had been so focused on the latina that she only noticed the woman when she stopped right in front of her. She was OLD, like 50-something old, and seemed a bit doughy to boot. Short, dark-brown hair, large earrings and a gaudy necklace. She looked exactly like the housewife she most likely was. But this housewife also had quite a rack on her, the woman's two large mammaries clearly outlined against the fabric of her one-size-too-small top, pushing and straining to escape its confines. The low cut of the V-neck also provided a serious amount of cleavage, and the blonde's eyes glued to the deep, fleshy valley between those two globes for a moment. Wait a sec. She had to be imagining things. Was this old broad really not even wearing a bra!?!
"I hear you wanted to dance, sweetie?" the dark-haired woman half-asked, half-noted, her own gaze taking in the younger female's figure with interest.
The blonde had opted for an airy white summer dress that showed off both her legs and boobs to full effect, and was wearing her favorite pair of orange string bikini underneath, just in case there'd be a pre-match 'swimsuit round' to parade her flawless body for everyone in.
She was floored. Speechless. THIS was the champion? Some old, wrinkly hag with bigger-than-average tits? The blonde blinked and nodded slowly, rising from her seat without a word. She didn't even dare glance at her friends' expressions. She was sure they were every bit as astonished as she was. She would be going tit-to-tit against a fat old granny, in front of the whole bar. This had to be a joke. Somewhow, she'd been set up. Did one of her friends really want to embarrass her this bad? Well, mission accomplished. She was embarrassed, alright. She could practically feel her face burn with mortification and shame. Oh, they got her good. She would never live this down.
Busy with her inner monologue, the blonde college student made her way to the 'stage' in complete silence, taking her spot opposite the dark-haired mature woman and standing perfectly still. If she was aware of all the whistles, hollers and jeers coming from the crowd she didn't show it. Her opponent-to-be, on the other hand, seemed to bask in the attention, going so far as to even pose for them a bit.
As much as the blonde herself had been looking forward to flaunting her delectably supple curves to the whole bar, the situation she now found herself in had totally killed the mood.
"Let's just get this shit over with," the sorority girl grimaced, sliding out of her dress and starting to untie her bikini top, quickly tossing it to one of her friends. If there was any consolation, at least her humiliation would be short. The fight shouldn't take much longer than a few minutes, if even that. The softer, saggier-titted girls she'd fought against before nearly always folded quickly, preferring to save some dignity once it became obvious to everyone whose boobs dominated the match. With any luck, she'd put this over-aged skank's wrinkly utters out to pasture in record time, too.
Their audience greeted the blonde's revelation with rowdy exuberance, with many of the older men leaning in for a closer look as they gawked and stared at the naked young boob-flesh on display. Frankly, their reaction was not at all unfamiliar to the girls. Boys will be boys, regardless of age.
"Oh, this is great... Seems like we've got a special treat tonight. You're a real-life college babe, am I right? I do love fresh meat. It's so fucking tender," the mature woman laughed, her lips slowly curling into a predatory grin. "I'm gonna have so much fun turning those puffy little boobies to mush with my better set..."
Not pausing to wait for the blonde's reply, or even to take in her incredulous expression, the older female promptly grabbed the hem of her own top and yanked it up, pulling the garment off and flinging it to the side in one smooth motion. Her pencil skirt followed soon after, revealing that not only was she 'letting the girls roam free', but also not wearing any panties. The crowd rewarded her with loud cheers, everyone apparently used to the champ's preference in match-clothing. Or lack thereof.
Everyone except the blonde and her friends, that is. If the girls had been startled and taken aback before, now they were truly stunned. This old broad had some serious guns on her! Way better than the blonde had anticipated. Sure, they were a tad bigger than her own, that much wasn't a surprise. But the shape was. The cougar's vintage breasts still looked full, ample and damn near rounded. Nice enough to make most women half her age jealous. They honestly would've looked impressive on any college girl's chest. And yet it was also clear that those two, large mounds were very much all-natural, and not the work of some plastic surgeon. Somehow, this top-heavy retiree had won the jackpot in genetic lottery.
All the blonde could do was stare. And she wasn't alone. Her sorority sisters were openly gawking at the mature woman's rack as well, no doubt making some quick visual comparisons. While the blonde wanted to think that her opponent's big, meaty cougar-teats displayed more detectable sag and hang than her own, much-younger boobs did, the difference between the two was not large. Actually, it was almost disturbingly close. What... the... fuck...?
She had amazing tits for a 20-year-old, for chrissakes! And yet this old hag seemed to very nearly match her in apparent firmness! Once you accounted for the fact that her opponent's set also had to be somewhat heavier, being maybe one full cup-size bigger than the blonde's own pair, they might've just as well called it a tie. Seriously. She was getting shown up at her own game by some wrinkly, over-aged trophy wife! How what this even possible!?!
For the first time, the blonde began to understand how this flabby old skank could be the local tit champion. And more importantly, she slowly realized that she might have a real fight in her hands after all...
