Here goes!
Augur's "edited, expanded & embellished" version of
The Fishing Shack
by Janine_G
It was a small town. Like in so many other small towns, everyone knew everyone else's business, and there weren't a lot of folks to choose from. Shana Williams had been dating the local stud Jackson Carter, former captain and quarterback of the football team, blah, blah, blah, ever since the two had graduated high school some 10 years earlier. She had been the senior prom queen, and voted "easiest on the eyes" in their yearbook. While her pretty face and lean-yet-shapely figure certainly fit the bill, Shana's main advantage over her competition had been located in one very specific area; from her early teens the brunette had been blessed with a set of tits that any female would die for. Big, pert and ample, they were about as close to perfection as only 18-year-old boobs could get. There had even been an unofficial bathroom poll about whether Shana's tits were in fact better than everyone's favorite English teacher Mrs. Sutter's, who all the boys the school had (not-so-)secretly wanted to fuck.
Roughly a decade older than them, the woman had been not only buxom and beautiful, but also boasted an unmistakably large rack. Likely a cup size or two bigger than Shana's still, which was saying something. Though Shana had never learned the result of that latter poll, the truth was that she had always silently wanted to put her tits up against the young teacher's pride and joy. Part of it was simple curiosity; she was hardly the only student who'd wanted to see exactly what the late-20s woman was really packing under her clothes. But mostly, it was because deep down, Shana had always thought that her own set was better. She'd spent many a sleepless night picturing how her tight teen tits would overwhelm and out-boob the sexy, young teacher's bountiful rack, proving to everyone that while all the guys might lust after Mrs. Sutter's big, fat udders, hers were the best. But alas, she'd never gotten the opportunity turn that mental image into reality.
Shana's confidence hadn't been just infantile bravado and bluster; the girls in her senior year could vouch for that. She'd tested her breasts against several of her classmates, as well as a few slightly older girls who'd graduated right before them, and managed to tame each and every one of their sets. The summer before her freshman year at college, she'd even gotten a chance to flatten that top-heavy blonde skank Bethany, who'd been a year above her, and was famous across town for her truly massive pair, which could reportedly dish out the most epic boob-jobs known to man. Pounding those mammoth jugs to submission had been quite a challenge, but the wild sex Shana'd had with her man afterwards easily made up for all the sweat and tears. And since the match had taken place during a house party, with a good chunk of the town's teenage population witnessing the whole thing, that encounter had also solidified Shana's reputation as the 'bitch with the meanest tits', at least within their circle of friends.
Now, many years later, Shana was working as a paralegal for a local lawyer, while Jackson worked at the paper mill just outside of town. To Shana's great satisfaction, and to many of her former classmates' even greater envy, her boyfriend hadn't let himself go after his semi-promising sports career had fizzled out, and still continued to possess a footballer's general build and body-type. Jackson might have gained a couple pounds of fat since their teenage years - heck, realistically, who hadn't? - but he definitely hadn't lost any of the thick, hunky muscularity that'd attracted Shana to him in the first place. So, not only had she succeeded in snatching up the best-looking guy in their senior year, but could take pride in the fact that her boyfriend ranked among the most desirable males in town even today.
What Shana hadn't known, until very recently, was that all of Jackson's hard work at the gym wasn't purely for her benefit. Being the old high school jock and handsome stud that he was, Jackson often had his eye on some fresh meat as well... Not because his girlfriend wasn't hot; Shana, too, made sure to keep fit, and sported a body that looked almost as lean, and was actually just a hint more curvaceous, than before. No, it was simply because he could - Jackson remained as popular as ever among the town's young, skanky bitches.
Couple weeks prior, the big, beefy stallion had started fucking Dakota Sutter, an eye-catchingly pretty blonde who had just graduated high school - and who, not surprisingly given her last name, had a VERY impressive set of tits. Dakota was Mrs. Sutter's daughter, and seemed to have inherited all her momma's best genes. A bit of detective work from Shana's part revealed that the little blondie had always had a something of a crush on Jackson, but since Dakota had been only eight years old when they'd graduated high school as the king and queen of the prom, the girl had never really registered on Shana's radar.
Another thing she had learned about Dakota was that, apparently, the blonde teenager could 'suck the chrome off a bumper', and 'fucked like a monster' to boot. In the cowgirl position, she was reportedly nothing short of mind-blowing. Safe to say, Shana could see why Jackson enjoyed banging her. The fact that the girl's body happened to resemble that of a particularly well-appointed playboy bunny didn't exactly hurt, either.
Shana wasn't about to have any this, though. Having her guy cheat on her with some hot little number, fresh out of high school no less, wasn't something she'd be inclined to tolerate in the first place, but moreover, Shana also knew that by putting Dakota in her place, there was a chance she might end up getting her long-awaited shot at Mrs. Sutter's monster tits. If so, she'd finally be able to prove that she truly had the best tits in town - and win Jackson over to herself for good in the process as well.
One early summer afternoon, Shana decided to have lunch at the diner where knew Dakota worked and take a better look at her competition. Despite the girl's sweet smiles and happy, almost bubbly demeanor, she could tell that Dakota had instantly known who she was. To her irritation, the blonde teenager looked every bit as glamorous up close as she did from afar, the generally less-than-snug waitress' outfit appearing to cling onto the girl's exaggeratedly feminine figure. A man would have to be blind not to notice her. As Shana was making her payment and exchanging faked pleasantries at the end of the meal, she slipped a discreet note between two ten-dollar bills.
It simply said, "Fishing shack. Tomorrow afternoon at 5 pm." and had a smiley face at the bottom.
Everyone in town knew about the fishing shack. It was an old, abandoned wooden building out on the bayou, and a place where all the kids went to drink, fuck and fight in (relative) privacy. Shana remembered vividly the first time she'd been there, to see her sister fight a neighbor, Carly Ross, over something stupid. Shana had always thought of her older sister as the toughest person ever, so as she'd watched her fight Carly and then go on to almost lose to the other girl, she'd gained an entirely new outlook on the world. In the end, her sister did win the fight, but it was a long, ugly slog of a match, with the victor getting beat up pretty good in the process as well. The other thing Shana had learned from that fight was that win or lose, fights always left some damage. And so, she had taken to settling her own disagreements with her strongest suit: her tits.
As noted, Shana had beaten quite a few girls in her day, and knew all the tricks worth knowing. That is, not just the basics like 'pound and pummel small, firm boobs a bit to soften them up first' or 'grind bigger, softer boobs to mush in a tight bearhug', but more advanced stuff as well. While the local college she'd went to had been pretty small, and its titfighting circle a bit limited, she'd reigned her whole time there as her sorority's undisputed boob champion. And the handful of other girls from campus that had tried their luck against Shana's rack had been sent back to their dorms with their tail tucked between their legs in short order.
One fellow freshman she'd fought in her first year stuck out as a particularly good example - not least because the girl had insisted on having their match recorded, presumably so that she could show off her 'triumph' to all her friends back home. That little latina hadn't been so little up top, and was no doubt used to being able to bully other girls with her boobs. It had been a real pleasure to smack the student's large, meaty udders around their dorm for a bit, with Shana using a few well-placed taunts to drive the young sorority babe into a rage of desperation before finally putting her rival out of her misery. She'd made sure that the camera caught them from just the right angle as her stronger set did the latina's tits in, Shana's orbs burrowing into those fat, rounded mammaries and forcing the girl's olive-toned flesh to mold around her own breasts. The video of that boob-massacre had quickly become quite popular around campus, and caused the latina to transfer to a different college once their freshman year was over. Shana still had that clip, actually, and liked to watch it together with her boyfriend on special occasions. Today might well be one.
In short, you could say that the brunette was eagerly looking forward for the opportunity to flatten this uppity little skank's uppity little tits.
Dakota, for her part, had been in just two fights in her entire life - normal ones, that is - and sparred with some of friends in half-playful 'boob wrestling' matches, but had never taken part in a proper, full-on titfight before. Honestly, a big part of that was that until her junior year of high school, Dakota had, well, been pretty much as flat as a board. And once she had developed - almost overnight, it'd seemed - none of the other girls had been interested in challenging her. Still, she had of course seen a few real titfights first hand, and knew what to expect. In principle, at least. Dakota had also learned that very few of her classmates seemed to have boobs big and firm enough to look like they'd be able to offer real trouble against her own rack, and doubted that some old hag in her late 20s could fare much better. So she was feeling pretty confident as she walked into the shack, pausing once she saw that Shana was there waiting for her already.
"Jackson's mine, Dakota. I'm going to make sure you leave him alone from now on," the brunette declared, her tone cool and measured as she took a step towards the blonde-haired female.
Dakota laughed at the older female's attempt to intimidate her. "Just what do you think getting your tits rammed back into your chest by my hooters is going to prove to him? That your love for him is stronger than my pussy? The one that's been fucking his brains out every other night this week? The one that drains his big, girthy dick good enough to make Jackson moan my name like some shell-shocked, junior high virgin?"
"Good luck with that, bitch. You're gonna need it."
Shana's eyes flashed with anger. The nerve of this slut...
"Oh, it doesn't work that way, barbie. I'm gonna beat your sexy little boobies to a pulp. Those big, plump teen boppers are going to look droopier than your grandma's by the time I'm done with them. And when Jackson gets sight of them, he's going to stop wanting to fuck you altogether."
"We'll see about that. Your wrinkly ol' fat-sacks will be lucky to last five minutes against my perfect set. Once I'm done flattening them, I'm gonna ride your boyfriend so long and so hard that he'll forget you ever even existed."
"Face it, Shana: I'm not just better-looking than you are - I'm also the better fuck. And there's nothing you can do to change that."
Suddenly, it occurred to Shana that the idea of fighting over something required that both parties acknowledged the outcome.
Both women stripped out of their clothes in tense silence. Though Shana's own body could be readily described as 'curvy', the brunette was unnerved to find that her rival's physique looked even more so; Dakota's hips were wide and fertile, her bust ample, and despite that thin layer of baby fat - which served to give the blonde a distinctly cute and adorable appearance - her waist seemed notably narrow. The girl was unlikely to weigh much more than she did, her limbs and midsection looking slim and toned, even if not outright athletic. Shana decided that she should try to take some consolation in that fact that at least Jackson hadn't been cheating on her with some run-of-the-mill sidepiece; this blondie looked smokin' hot.
Not that she would ever tell her that.
"You ready to roll, bitch-tits?" Dakota asked impishly as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and tossed it off to the side, smirking a bit at the brunette's poorly masked ogling. She was pretty used to the stares at this point, frankly, with both guys and girls regularly stopping whatever they were doing to check her out. Once her tits came out, jaws tended to drop.
Shana was no exception. She was impressed. Both by the blonde's confidence, and by her size. She'd already been able to assess that the girl's boobs were easily as large as her own, decade older jugs, but now that they were fully out in the open, it actually seemed like they might be even bigger. More importantly, the teenager's breasts also looked very, very firm, jutting out from her chest almost impossibly, with minimal detectable sag or hang. Had they not been so damn perky, they might've almost appeared fake. But there was no way silicone could achieve a shape like that.
Now, Shana was rightfully proud of her own pair, which had grown a tad bigger and only slightly softer in the decade since her graduation. Her boobs did possess a little bit more visible sag than before, but still maintained an enviably full and rounded shape. She knew that compared to most women, even teens, her boobs still looked amazing. Now that they were placed right next to Dakota's strikingly gravity-defying set, however, she couldn't help but begin to feel a little insecure... Heck, Shana wasn't sure if her own boobs had been quite THAT solid-looking even back in the day, and knew for sure that her 18-year-old self would've been giving up at least one full cup in bra size. Even now, Dakota's big, perfect orbs seemed perceptibly bigger than her own, more ripened-looking teats.
But the edge in skill and experience surely belonged to the brunette. Shana steeled her jaw as she forcefully dragged her eyes away from the girl's unusually prodigious pair, and brought her gaze back to her cute, almost angelic face. Oh, how she wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off the bitch's face...
"You bet I am, barbie-girl. I'm going to enjoy making you cry for mommy as I beat those overinflated things right off your chest. Get ready to experience the beatdown of a lifetime."
"Ha, bring it, bitch!"
Both women lunged at the same time, ramming forward into each other chest-first. As their breasts slammed together with a loud, fleshy 'smack', Shana just barely managed to hold back her groan. Not only were Dakota's tits big and heavy, but they also felt every bit as dense as they looked. Those things were like fucking cannonballs! For 10 full minutes the wet, dull thudding and smacking of flesh was punctuated by grunts and yelps while the two women kept smashing their best assets together. The teenagers' huge, alarmingly solid boobs continued to rock the brunette's slightly smaller globes, Dakota's tightly packed 18-year-old titmeat pressing tightly against Shana's dense flesh as it sought to simply overpower and flatten the opposing set with its springy, youthful firmness. And it felt like the blonde was succeeding!
Now, this wasn't the first time that Shana had encountered a denser pair of breasts. As nice and firm as her own boobs definitely were, there'd always been a few girls with even perkier, harder tits. But the thing was, they'd also been invariably quite a bit smaller as well, allowing Shana's greater 'boob quantity' to make up for their (limited) lead in pure 'boob quality'. But this time, to her consternation - not to mention growing concern - Shana found herself facing an opponent whose tits were also undeniably bigger and heavier than her own.
Each blow from Dakota's wrecking-ball orbs seemed to crash into Shana's set with greater momentum and effect. Instead of trying to assert their dominance like usual, or at the very least meeting their rivals evenly, her boobs were now struggling just to resist and survive the assault from the teenager's large, meaty pair. Shana could feel her proud tits quivering violently as they fought - and failed - to hold their ground against their younger adversaries, her normally robust flesh compressing against Dakota's less malleable breast-tissue as it yielded valuable terrain and morphed into a less prominent, compressed shape. Though you'd never get her to admit it aloud, Shana came to realize that her boobs simply lacked the punch to match the blonde's rack in pure, raw tit-power. They were giving those huge, insanely firm teen tits a serious workout, yes, but also taking heavy damage with each passing moment, and probably weakening at least as rapidly as their counterparts did. The brunette honestly didn't think this was a battle she could win.
But she wasn't going to quit. She just wouldn't. She'd fight like hell, to the bitter end. She would keep bashing tits with this overinflated barbie as long as she could, and continue their slog until one set finally turned to mush and failed completely. If that turned out to be Shana's own, she would at least make sure that Dakota's once-perfect tits, too, would become a loose, wobbly mess by the end. Resigning herself to her likely fate, the brunette put every ounce of her considerable skill and experience to use, deploying a vast array of different feints, jolts and sudden twists of her torso to avoid the blonde's attacks whenever she could, and at least blunt the impact a bit when she couldn't.
Each pair proved themselves to be rather durable, absorbing constant damage but doggedly refusing to break down. After another 10 minutes or so of violent tit-rams and slams, both women had gotten thoroughly exhausted. Slowly, the duo stepped apart, pulling away from one another to take a pause and to catch their breaths. They were both drenched in sweat, their formerly glorious breasts visibly reddened and swollen, and their makeup a smudgy mess.
To her surprise, Shana realized that Dakota was crying. She didn't know if it was from pain, frustration or what. But the busty teen was definitely hurting. Perhaps just as badly as she was?
"Why don't you just give up, you stubborn cxnt?" the young blonde hissed though her tears, panting audibly. "My tits are destroying yours. I know you can feel those old, mushy sacks turning to paste. You can try to dodge and evade all you want, we both know my boobs are better than yours."
Shana sucked in a deep breath, hungrily inhaling more precious oxygen. She shook her head. "You go ahead and quit if it's too much for you, Dakota. Your tits are big, and pretty fucking firm, I'll give you that. But you're outmatched here. I'm in a league above yours. My superior jugs are going to pound those plump teenage titties flat."
"Jackson's face is gonna be priceless when I tell him what it was like to feel your huge, pillowy udders melt against mine. All that loose, totally liquefied titflesh just oozing around my stronger, sexier breasts."
"That's right, barbie-bitch. Tonight, Jackson's gonna learn that my boobs are better than yours - in every conceivable way!"
With an enraged growl, Dakota charged at her. The 18-year-old's large globes smashed against the brunette's stationary pair with a wet and meaty 'smack'. Shana groaned. Or more like gurgled. She could feel her big tits mold briefly against the invading set of boobs, the blonde's firm, young flesh burrowing its way deep into the meaty cores of her full breasts, forcing Shana's flesh to compress and reshape. Never had she experienced another woman's best assets displace her own chest like this. Shana felt her inner tissue, and the ligaments that support a woman's breasts, getting strained to their absolute limit under the pressure, desperately struggling to hold the rivaling pair of breasts off. It seemed like a losing battle, but at least Dakota's set, too, appeared to have softened from its earlier state, the teen's formerly flawless boobs looking quite tender and sore, and reshaping a lot more obviously than at the beginning.
Shana was in absolute agony, her own flesh burning with hot, searing pain, but she took what solace she could in the young blonde's panting whimpers and flushed, tear-stricken face. The busty teen was in obvious discomfort, wincing in pain even as she tried to press and pump her breasts into Shana's. Encouraged by her rival's rattled expression, the brunette stubbornly kept shoving back. Every once in a while, Shana took a small step backwards to gain some added momentum before launching another ram. The teen's shaky groans were music to her ears, and she continued her attack despite the immense, throbbing pain that radiated out from the center of her tits. Gritting her teeth, Shana kept slamming her chest against Dakota's, and silently willed herself not to back down. The two females continued to simply ram their sizable busts together repeatedly, Dakota's big, heavy orbs meeting Shana's slightly smaller and somewhat less unyielding mammaries in a gruelling series of violent collisions. After five more excruciatingly long minutes, which felt more like months or years really, it was the blonde-haired teenager who let out a wounded wail, slowly falling to her knees. She held up a hand, her head hanging low.
"E-enough! Please, stop! I give! I... I can't go on anymore. It hurts too much. My tits are fucking killing me!" the younger female gasped, her voice cracking slightly she stook a shaky, shuddering breath and peered up at the brunette.
Dakota's normally cute face was covered in sweat, tears and runny mascara, and her blonde hair had become glued against her skin, looking nothing like the glamorous cascade of golden curls from before. Further down, the girl's bust was a sight to be seen as well, Dakota's large, pert breasts having turned into two red, swollen masses of jiggly - and unmistakably tender - flesh. They seemed to be hanging much lower on her chest now, with plenty of visible sag, though it was impossible to tell just how much of that change could be explained by her posture, and how much was due to actual damage to the breast-tissue. In any case, the girl's boobs had certainly taken quite a beating.
"You win, Shana. I... surrender..." Dakota hiccuped as she began to sob quietly, cradling her pained breasts. "I don't understand... my tits are better than yours. They were crushing yours, weren't they? Why didn't you just give up and admit it?"
"Boobs alone rarely win titfights, Dakota. Endurance and skill count, too. As does sheer willpower," the brunette hissed, her own voice a little uneven, and not only from exhaustion.
"Your tits are tough enough, but you're still just a weak little girl, deep down. I, by contrast, am a real woman. And now Jackson's all mine."
"Grab your shit and get the fuck out of here. And make sure to never even look at my boyfriend again."
Once Dakota had left, Shana let her own tears flow. She leaned her back against the wall and slowly slid down onto the floor. Gingerly, she cupped her injured breasts, careful to touch the badly loosened, swollen titmeat as gently as possible while she did her best to gauge the damage. They hadn't been quite liquefied just yet, but it'd been close. Way too close. Shana knew that she'd damn near gotten her ass kicked by the young blonde, and understood that if the girl had possessed any prior experience at all, she would have won the fight. Fortunately for the brunette, though, her teenage opponent had obviously been very fresh. Way less seasoned than she herself had been at the same age.
With a bit of luck, this beating might dissuade the blonde from titfighting altogether. That way, Shana would never need to face a more skilled Dakota, one that would very likely have some wins under her belt, in a rematch. With tits like that, the teen could make a very dangerous opponent for any woman.
It was two days later when the text came.
"When your tits have recovered enough, text me and I'll meet you at the shack. You'll finally get what you've always wanted. Rest assured that if Dakota had told me about your fight beforehand, the outcome would have been different. I think we both know it. Evelyn Sutter."
Shana made sure to wait patiently until her boobs had healed fully and regained their gorgeous, almost perfectly rounded teardrop form before replying - she wasn't about to take any chances with this, and risk losing the fight against the buxom teacher due to leftover damage from her brawl with Dakota.
The brunette had committed a similar mistake once before. She'd agreed to go tit-to-tit with her cousin's half-Chinese girlfriend on his 18th birthday, too soon after her previous match, and had nearly ended up paying a heavy price. Despite the Asian girl's set having been of relatively modest size, and at best tied with her own in firmness, the fight had turned out to be very even and closely fought, with Shana managing to score only a narrow win against the much less busty girl. To make things worse, Shana's cousin, along with a bunch of his closest friends, had been there to see it. To say the brunette had been mortified would've been underselling things by quite a bit; she'd just finished her sophomore year of college at that point, and had a reputation to maintain.
Luckily for Shana, her embarrassment had come to a swift end only three weeks later when the Asian - no doubt buoyed by her near-success at taming the famously tough, semi-legendary boobs of her boyfriend's cousin - proposed a rematch. The guys might also have been pestering her for another show. In any case, instead of improving upon her earlier performance, as the girl had probably hoped, this second encounter had proved as short as it had one-sided, with Shana 'avenging' her previous, less-than-stellar victory with a much more convincing result. The brunette still vividly recalled the Chinese girl's stricken, incredulous whimpers as her boobs succumbed to Shana's bigger, more powerful orbs. The Asian's rack had barely been able to contain their advance for the first five minutes, struggling to maintain their shape in the initial grind, and then quickly starting to lose ground during the boob-jabbing bout that followed. Only a few minutes later, it'd all been over. Watching those pert, round things melt against her own set had been so satisfying, and even now, the memory did not fail to bring a smile to Shana's lips.
If only all her opponents found themselves so clearly outgunned against her. The brunette's next rival would certainly provide much more of a challenge.
Shana briefly thought about how big, heavy and solid Dakota's tits had been. Their combination of substantial size and impressive, almost intimidating firmness was not simply unusual, but as far as Shana was concerned, unprecedented. Precious few girls could claim to match, let alone surpass, the blonde's rack in sheer tissue density. And not one of them, in the brunette's experience at least, was able to compete with her when it came to mass and volume. The teen had a seriously nice pair of boobs.
Her mother, who she appeared to have inherited her epic jugs from, would also be a very dangerous foe. The blonde teacher's level of experience, Shana knew, was sure to exceed the daughter's (thankfully) meagre skill by an order of magnitude. But she also knew that unlike Dakota's, Evelyn Sutter's set was far from youthful. Her breasts had gone through childbirth, probably breast feeding as well, and faced two extra decades of gravity taking its toll. No matter how good her tits had been when she was Dakota's age, they couldn't be the same now. Reassured by that fact, Shana texted Mrs. Sutter.
"I'm ready," was all she sent.
"I've been waiting. Meet you there," arrived the terse reply.
Shana jumped into her Jeep and drove to the fishing shack without delay. She arrived first, but didn't have to wait long. She heard Mrs. Sutter's car pull up only a couple minutes later, and glanced out of the window to see the woman getting out of a sporty, expensive-looking coupe. She had apparently come straight from work, since she was wearing a snug red dress, full make up, and heels.
The blonde was still an attractive woman - actually, maybe even more so than back when Shana was in high school, ten years earlier. Somehow, the teacher's already buxom body had filled out a bit more, with nearly all of the extra padding having gone to the right places. A few errand pounds appeared to have ended up in her lower torso, forming traces of what people colloquially referred to as 'love handles', but even those only seemed to enhance the blonde's already pronounced hourglass proportions. The genes in these bitches' family had to be crazy good, Shana frowned, trying not to look as jealous as she felt. On the rare occasions when the brunette had a weak moment and indulged in things she shouldn't really be eating, the weight she gained definitely did not get distributed that well.
She looked on as Evelyn Sutter began to strut towards the shack. The blonde seemed to walk with a purpose, her back straight, and posture flawless.
Shana opened the door, taking the opportunity to run her eyes up and down the older female's physique. She drank it all in, up close and personal, and her lips slowly turned into a scowl. The bitch looked positively voluptuous. Not fat, just thick and... very, very busty. Almost like some blonde-haired cousin of Christina Hendrics'. She found herself resenting her old nemesis even more.
"Shana," was all the woman offered as a greeting.
"Mrs. Sutter," the brunette replied curtly.
The mature woman chuckled. "Please, we're beyond that now, aren't we? You can call me Evie for now. Afterwards, I'll have you address me as ma'am."
Shana snickered, "Okay, Evie... how 'bout I just call you cow?"
Evie's reply was entirely non-verbal as she began to remove her dress without another word. The shoulder-straps of her dress slid off first, before the blonde proceeded to shimmy out of the garment. Shana was surprised by several things. First, she hadn't bothered to wear a bra. Secondly, the older woman's tits looked nothing short of fabulous. They still sat remarkably high on her chest, at least when accounting for age; while they weren't pert and perfect like her daughter's, there was something rather majestic or imposing about their shape. The blonde's breasts also seemed even bigger than Dakota's, and therefore had probably close to two cups in size over Shana's own set. As the brunette moved her gaze lower, she noticed that the woman wasn't wearing any underwear. Lastly, and no less shockingly, she spotted a small tattoo on the blonde's upper left thigh, right below the hip.
"Feel free to call me whatever you want, Shana. I'm going show you exactly why you never dared to fuck with me in high school." The woman's smirk was as smug as it was brazen.
"You always were so eager to show off your cute little titties to everyone who'd spare you a second glance, and yet you never plucked up enough courage to test them against these," the mature blonde noted, hefting her huge globes a bit and causing them to jiggle sexily against her palms. "That was very smart of you, Shana dear. Back then, you would've been even more embarrassed to lose against me than you will be now."
Shana smiled, her toothy grin matching the older woman's in predatory intent. "Oh, I'm going to have to much fun breaking down your fat, puffed-up tits with my better rack... Also, no underwear? Really, Evie? That seems a bit raunchy, even for you."
"Oh honey, I wear underwear on most days. Just not on Fridays. It's the day I fuck principal Thomas in his office."
Shana spat out laughing. Quite the mental image! She remembered principal Thomas well, as did most girls who'd gone to their school, she suspected. He'd been quite a treat back then; a statuesque-looking man with long and curly hair, a deep baritone voice, and warm, dreamy eyes. She knew of more than a few females in her senior year who'd gotten themselves into detention just so they could try and seduce him after school. Without much success, as far as Shana knew. While principal Thomas had to be in his early fifties by now, she'd gathered that he still looked eminently fuckable. The buxom blonde English teacher certainly seemed to think so.
Still shaking her head, Shana grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to peel the garment away. She whipped off her own top in one fluid motion, revealing a more compact but also less pendulous-looking pair of tits. The older woman's gaze glued onto her orbs immediately, and Shana breathed in deeply, inflating her bust for maximum effect. Though not as massive as the blonde's, or even her daughter's, for that matter, the brunette's boobs were plenty big enough. Shana took no small amount of satisfaction in the fact that this time, her pair appeared to hold a discernible edge in perkiness over the blonde's huge, heavy pair. Based on her rival's calculating look, the teacher had noticed it, too.
"Hmm, not bad, I suppose," the voluptuous mature woman observed in a casual tone. "Barely more than a handful, but rather plump and nice-looking all the same. Those ought to make a decent addition to my collection."
"Keep dreaming, skank. Or maybe you've gone senile already?" the brunette chuckled. "Your saggy old pillows don't stand a chance against my firmer jugs. They didn't then, and they don't now."
To say that Shana was eager to get started was an understatement. She had been waiting for this for ten long years. Her tits were swelling with some type of hormonal surge, her nipples felt as hard as they'd ever been, and her heart was pounding with anticipation. Evie Sutter's areolae looked big and round, much like her breasts, and her nipples were visibly thick and turgid. Shana expected this to end up being quite a slog, but felt fully confident in her tits' ability to tame the set before her. In all her prior fights - of which there were many - her boobs had never once failed her. And unlike before, on this particular occasion, she was lucky enough to be facing an opponent who was well past her prime.
So what if the old broad still had a pretty potent-looking rack?
"Let's tussle," Shana called. She didn't need to tell her opponent twice.
The two women rammed their tits together without any further ado, in a veritable clash of titans. The resulting, markedly loud and fleshy thudding-sound was followed by two groans, and both fighters chose to simply keep their mashed chests in place for a moment. As they slowly recovered from the initial shock, gradually starting to push and grind their large, thick breasts against each other, a few things quickly became obvious. Evie Sutter's tits were definitely bigger than her daughter's - Shana could tell the difference even as her own big rack was engulfed for the second time in so many weeks by the titflesh of a blonde-haired Sutter woman. Shana also quickly began to suspect that if she had actually tried to fight the buxom teacher in her younger days, she likely would've gotten her boobs squashed. The skill disparity alone would've been crippling. But Shana had learned much since, and at the same time, the passing years had undoubtedly softened Evie Sutter's tits quite a bit. As a consequence of that, the amount of pressure and discomfort they were currently generating against Shana's rack was nowhere near as bad as it'd been when she'd battled her daughter, just a few weeks earlier.
Now, the voluptuous blonde did still have an impressive rack. Full, ample and mostly rounded. Way nicer than most sets. There was no point trying to deny that. Shana could easily picture them sparring against the boobs of some well-endowed housewife, and quickly grinding the poor woman flat right in front of her husband. Or son. She'd even believe them capable of taking on your typical top-heavy college babe, and ultimately wearing out the girl's set in a long marathon bout. But they weren't quite a match for Shana's own rack in sheer tissue density. Not anymore, at least.
She wasn't the only one to reach that conclusion. Her opponent had been studying the ebb and flow of their ample, tightly mashed busts closely, the blonde's eyes starting to narrow slightly as she watched Shana's orbs continue to resist her efforts at simply pressing the smaller pair of tits flat. While that approach still worked on most racks, and did cause even the brunette's evidently quite firm flesh to compress noticeably, it wasn't having quite the desired effect here. If anything, the buxom teacher's own breasts looked to be getting pushed in a bit more obviously than the brunette's. No matter. Evie hadn't really expected anything different.
As much as she loved feeling her jugs displace and dominate the breasts of women half her age, and relished seeing the stunned, disbelieving expressions on their faces as her meaty globes slowly overpowered their lesser jugs, the mature blonde wasn't in the habit of lying to herself. The days when she could win just about any match by simply grabbing her opponent in a bearhug and then squeezing their tits to paste were over. She needed to be more tactical now, and pick her angles of attack a bit more carefully. Luckily, Evie was well capable of that, too.
Her sudden jump upwards took Shana by complete surprise. The brunette had only barely registered the motion when her breasts seemed to explode, the mature woman's huge, heavy mammaries crashing into hers from above with full force. The sheer mass and density of those mighty jugs, combined with the effect and momentum of gravity, caused Shana's full teats to reshape violently. They were still busy bouncing all over the brunette's chest when Evie followed through with a horizontal ram. Her well-honed aim was dead accurate, and Shana couldn't hold back a moan as she felt her firm, pert breasts splay out briefly.
"What's the matter, dear? Too much tit for you?" the blonde asked with a small but distinctly satisfied chortle as she began to back up for another ram.
This time, however, the lean brunette beat her to the punch. Evie's massive, thick globes dented mightily as Shana's more compact pair barreled straight into them, the teacher's plentiful flesh continuing to shake and wobble like crazy even as all four mammaries spread out against their counterparts.
"You were saying?" the younger female hissed, working hard to drill her tits deeper into the blonde's large mounds, and doing her best to keep their sets in close contact. "I can already feel my firmer tits starting to push their way into these mushy old saggers."
While Shana's breasts were certainly trying to do exactly that, she could tell that the opposition wasn't ready to part for hers quite yet. Prior to this fight, the biggest set of knockers she'd ever faced had belonged to that skank Bethany, whose mammoth jugs Shana had tamed when they were both still in their teens. Back then, the hot, buxom teacher's rack had seemed somewhat smaller in comparison, but given its little 'growth spurt' in recent years, Shana reckoned that the two blondes probably ranked almost even in terms of sheer volume. The level of resistance these massive udders were currently offering against her firm, round tits felt oddly familiar as well, and she suddenly found herself curious to know if Bethany had ever gone tit-to-tit with the older blonde.
The brunette made a quick mental note to ask about that later on. For now, she had more important things to focus on. Like pounding a certain high school English teacher's big, fat tits to a pulp.
The pace of their engagement began to slowly pick up even as the women continued testing out each other's boob power, strength and resilience in a decidedly intimate way. Grunts, gasps and muffled growls mixed in with the fleshy slapping of titflesh. Soon enough, both were slamming their breasts together in a rapid, uneven rhythm. Right, left, both, right, they traded 'punches' like two heavy-weight boxers. Their nipples clashed and dueled, causing either to wince when one got the better of the other. Both recognized the other as an experienced fighter, and Evie suddenly understood how her daughter could have lost to the other woman, even though Dakota's tits were the objectively better pair.
How exactly did she know that? That'll be a story for another time.
As the fight wore on, the fighters' hair became damp with sweat, and their skin slick with oil. Their tits, too, swelled and became even more sensitive than before. Their nipples started to crack and soften, and the bulky dense flesh on which they perched became bruised and red. While grunting and straining had marked the beginning of the battle, the noises they were making had now turned into groans and moans. The pace of the fight itself had slowed down considerably. Both women were gasping for oxygen, their exertion evident.
After a few additional rounds of wild 'boob-punches' and heavy, reckless 'tit-haymakers', the duo suddenly paused, as if by some silent agreement. Both slowly backed apart, their chests heaving with each panted breath.
"Your plump little boobies are starting to wilt against mine, Shana..." the voluptuous teacher murmured between gulps of air. "I know you can feel it, too."
"It's time for you to admit that my breasts are just plain better than yours. You'll need to quit before I pulverize your rack completely..."
Shana half-snorted, half-panted, "Evie, dear... at one time in your life... at one point... that may have been true... but it sure as heck isn't true anymore... principal Thomas will be so sad when he doesn't have decent handholds to grab onto when he bends you over his desk next Friday..."
Evie smiled despite the pain. It was a funny jab. Might even be accurate. Her tits were hurting quite badly already. But she was going to beat this upstart of a bitch, and flatten her big, arrogant tits, no matter the cost.
Shana was talking trash, but she wasn't sure how much more she could take. If she was totally honest with herself, Evie Sutter's tits might actually be better than hers. Even now, just a year or two short of forty, those huge, meaty jugs were fully holding their own against her decade-younger pair, meeting Shana's best assets shove for shove, and even starting to make some headway against the brunette's set on a few particularly good rams. If she had challenged the voluptuous blonde when she was still in her early thirties, the bitch would have flattened her almost without a doubt. Ten years ago, as a teenager, Shana wouldn't have stood a chance. But that was all beside the point. They were here and now. And the brunette was going to win this fight, and claim the much-coveted title of 'best boobs' for herself. That was all that mattered.
They crashed together again. Hard. Two large, dense masses of breast-meat collided against each other with a force that seemed to shake the entire shack, with wild, fleshy ripples waving outward from both sets of stricken mammary glands. The violent impact hurt - it caused each chesty female to yelp and to stumble backwards, both fighters cradling their big, visibly wounded breasts and groaning in pain for a few seconds. But the duo was quick to recover, and promptly did it again. Like before, Evie's tits swelled, appearing to almost engulf Shana's smaller orbs. But this time, both could also feel Shana's boobs punch their way deep into the blonde's thick, ample flesh, the brunette's dense inner tissue burrowing inward and pressing against the meaty cores of Evie's massive breasts in a truly unpleasant way. It was beyond painful; the feeling was almost primal in its intensity. No woman had ever managed to spear the blonde's superb, powerful boobs like this. The voluptuous teacher gasped at the unfamiliar sensation as her proud mammaries were pierced by the younger female's firm pair for a brief moment. Evie's knees suddenly buckled, and the buxom mature slowly slid down onto the floor, her mouth hanging open in what looked like profound shock.
It took Evie a good while to comprehend, and longer yet to accept, the significance of what she'd just felt. In all of her life, nothing like this had ever happened to the voluptuous woman. Not even in the two worst titfighting losses she'd suffered - both back in college, to a president of another sorority, and to a recent pledge of her own, respectively. That first defeat had been against a tall and skinny redhead, whose tits were nevertheless even bigger than her own, and the second against a young, somewhat chunky hispanic girl who'd been built like the proverbial brick shithouse, her bust being no exception. While each of those females had ultimately succeeded in pummeling her rack to mush, their breasts had never penetrated Evie's own titflesh, never speared into her boobs this brutally, this demoralizingly. They'd never violated her pride and joy in this fashion. No woman ever had.
Actually, Evie had never lost a single titfight to a female with breasts smaller than her own, come to think of it. At least not before now.
The buxom, mature blonde scrambled back onto her feet quickly. Or at least as quickly as she was able. Her face was flushed and visibly red with exertion from the long, gruelling fight - as well as from humiliation. She had been brought to her knees, in the most literal sense imaginable, by a younger woman that was appreciably less busty than she was.
"Not so tough anymore, huh, Evie?" Shana taunted her with a small smirk. She was proud of herself. Not cocky or arrogant. Just glad to have hurt the other woman. The brunette was starting to feel pretty good about her chances against the mature teacher. Shana's tits had taken everything those fat, overinflated mammaries could offer, and not budged. Soon, they would knock this top-heavy old broad right down from her perch.
Meanwhile, the freshly-humbled blonde couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety even as she readied herself to go back into battle. She'd started out this match secure in the knowledge that her glorious breasts would be sure to prevail over their smaller, lesser adversaries. She wasn't so certain anyone.
The fight had gone longer than either had expected, and almost as long as either woman had ever fought. They were both beyond exhausted.
Shana knew she needed to finish this fight. She had the buxom teacher exactly where she wanted her. The brunette's dream, the thing she'd fantasized about for so long, was finally about to come true. She was going pummel this top-heavy MILF's huge, flabby jugs into a liquefied goo with her superior rack.
Evie, on the other hand, knew that she needed to put this upstart of a bitch - who'd already trashed her daughter's big, perfect teen tits like they were nothing - back in her place. If she didn't, the brunette could rightly claim to have the best and the greatest pair of breasts in the entire town. She would not allow that. Not if she could at all help it.
They crashed together once more. There was no yielding - except in their tits. Both sets had softened from their normal state quite significantly, and compressed readily from the impact. They continued to push their breasts against one another, grinding them together with all their might. The ache in Shana's chest was like nothing she had ever experienced, burning with that felt like white, hot pain, and for the first time in her life, her knees buckled and she went down. On all fours, with her big, meaty tits hanging beneath her, the brunette realized that even their own weight hurt enough to make her eyes water. Shana's sweat-slickened hair hung around her face a curtain. She blinked back the tears.
It was Evie's turn to taunt now. "What's the matter, bitch? Not feeling so cocky all of a sudden? Are you? Get up and face me like a woman already, so I can finish those bouncy little saggers off."
The brunette complied without uttering a single word. Determined not to show any further weakness in front of the chesty blonde, Shana fought through her pain and slowly got to her feet. A bit unsteadily perhaps, but she got up all the same. The two women simply looked at each other for a moment, both secretly stunned by the damage they had wrought upon the other. Their nipples were no longer erected, and their formerly beautiful breasts weren't just tender, but swollen, and sat much lower on their chests than before. Both sets frankly looked downright misshapen, not to mention badly discolored. They both knew that this was the end of the line. Neither could go on much longer. Their tits were very much on their last legs.
"Bearhug?" Shana asked between pants, knowing that it was her best chance at a victory, given the relative firmness of her tits. Normally, she could state with some considerable amount of pride that they had the vast majority of teenagers beat in sheer density. In the condition her breasts were right then, though, a bustier-than-average retiree could've probably squeezed the brunette flat.
Luckily for Shana, the same could be said of her opponent. The voluptuous older woman's usually full and rounded teats looked like they'd been through a wringer, drooping noticeably. Evie, however, was well aware that she lacked the energy for anything more strenuous than a hug. Her tank was damn near empty, and she was mostly running on fumes already. Besides, it wasn't like her breasts were somehow fundamentally unsuited for the task at hand.
Just a year prior, one of her students had challenged the blonde to a grinding-only, close quarters test of breast-tissue resilience and strength. The girl in question - a high school senior, and captain of the cheerleading team, as it happened - had apparently already bested all her teammates' racks, and been issued with a dare to grind out the school's famously well-endowed English teacher. She had certainly been an impressive specimen, the taut, visibly athletic black girl looking almost like some mythical warrior princess as she'd approached the mature blonde with her sizable bust bared, and with those full, rich caramel-toned boobs jiggling deliciously with each graceful step. They'd been smaller than her own, but definitely large for her frame, and looked absolutely gorgeous. Thick and meaty, with a very pleasantly feminine teardrop shape. Not as firm and perky as hers had been at the same age, but very, very attractive all the same. Quite possibly the sexiest pair of tits Evie had ever seen.
She could still recall the girl's look of fascination and awe when she'd removed her own bra and proceeded to slowly push her breasts forward, pressing her mature mammaries into the teen's big, supple boobs and causing their titflesh to start morphing and compressing against one another. To the cheerleader's surprise, the displacement in their racks had seemed very even right from the start, the teacher's massive jugs straining against the dark-skinned girl's young, beautiful breasts and meeting their thrusts with equal force and resistance. Due to the non-kinetic nature of the engagement, that contest of pure boob-power had taken quite a long while to settle. Evie had no idea of just how long all that shoving, grinding and rubbing of boobs had lasted, but by the time one pair finally began to show signs of weakening, she'd been soaking wet, all over - both from perspiration, and from raw, unfettered arousal. In the end, it'd been Evie's larger, older breasts that ultimately managed to outlast the cheerleader's sexy chocolate orbs. The taut ebony teen's shock and astonishment had been palpable as she'd simply stared at the sight in silence, watching how the paler, ampler mass of breast-meat slowly, gradually, started to take over the space between their busts. Evie had been doing much of the same, feeling the dense, robust tissue inside her jugs refuse to yield any more of their bulbous shape even as the black girl's proud but evidently less resilient orbs slowly continued to spread out more and more obviously. There'd been no need to flatten her rival completely, the teen whispering her surrender in a shaky, breathless voice once it became obvious whose breasts had begun dominating the action.
The sex she'd had with that dark, toned hottie of a highschooler afterwards had been memorable to say the least, as had been the subsequent threesome a couple of days later, with the gorgeous young cheerleader's nearly as attractive boyfriend joining them for an entire night of carnal pleasures. Stipulating that particular scenario as her stakes before agreeing to match tits with the girl had been quite a masterstroke from Evie, in more ways than one, and she'd enjoyed several additional late-night romps with the two teens before they'd graduated and left town to attend college. She idly wondered if they were still together. They'd certainly made a very cute couple. Evie let her thoughts briefly drift back to the way the lust-riddled boy had worshipped his high school sweetheart's soft and pliable, freshly-tamed teats with his tongue on that first night, eager to show his appreciation for the ebony beauty's defeated but still undeniably attractive-looking rack.
The blonde teacher knew that there would be no such aftermath on offer this time. From what she'd gathered from Dakota, the brunette was vehemently opposed to sharing her boyfriend even on a good day, and the entire tone of their engagement had been far too hostile and aggressive to lend itself to any kind of 'make love and make up' post-match session. Frankly, she preferred it this way. The arrogant, abrasive brunette before her did not need a blissful release - she needed a lesson.
Evie nodded slowly, meeting Shana's hard, smoldering gaze and stepping towards the younger female. No further taunts were exchanged as the two chesty women wrapped their arms around each other and began to squeeze, both determined to grind the last vestiges of resilience out of their rival's tits. Neither was able to stifle a stream of gasps and whimpers as they felt their loosened, badly worn-down boobflesh mold against and around their equally wounded counterparts. The two females stumbled about the fishing shack, naked and drenched in sweat as the hot, steamy evening penetrated every part of their bodies. They rested their heads on the other woman's shoulder because they had to put all of their strength and energy into the battle between their chests. Their breasts were compressed from a pressure neither could tolerate, not quite fully flattened yet, but severely distorted and so far morphed from their usual, full and rounded forms that each mammary felt like they were about to burst.
"Give it up, you little bitch..." hissed Evie, straining her back as she tried to thrust the entire heft of her huge mammaries against the opposing mass of titmeat. Waves of loose, fleshy breast-tissue rolled back and forth between them, neither set able to hold its shape against their rivals and wobbling freely with every shove or push. "Surrender now, Shana, before I have to ruin your young titties permanently."
"You submit to me, you fat cow!" the brunette spat back in reply. "I know you can feel your mushy udders getting ground to paste by my sexy, firm boobs. Save what little attractiveness those old sacks still have left, and just admit that mine are superior," she growled, her voice almost breaking from exertion. Tears were streaming down Shana's cheeks and falling onto the wooden floor. She had never suffered such pain.
Their legs trembled and both women almost fell to the floor. But only one could win this battle. However grudgingly, they had gained a degree of mutual respect for one another, on some level. But their venom and competitive nature would never let them agree to a tie. They were in agony, but still determined to fight things out to a decisive outcome. Both could feel their ligaments straining as they ground their big, proud breasts together with almost reckless abandon, the dense breastmeat inside their tits compressing more and more obviously as it was slowly brought towards the breaking point. All four globes morphed and reshaped under the immense pressure, quivering with violent, desperate anticipation. Each knew that this encounter could only end with one woman's complete destruction - at least until their tits had time to recover once more. The psychological effects of a major defeat often proved much more long-lasting than any physical damage suffered by the loser's rack.
Speaking of losers. The woman in question recognized the sudden change deep inside her breast-tissue instantly - and so did the winner.
"OH MY FUCKING GAAAWDD!!!" the loser wailed, screaming out in horror and pain, in equal measure. Both of her breasts, almost in sequence, seemed to explode with sheer agony as the pressure from the opposing pair finally overpowered and broke them, almost as if the titmeat deep inside had lost all its cohesion and turned liquid in an instant. The visual comparison seemed to confirm this, as one pair of once-rounded mammaries quite simply flattened and pancaked, its flesh oozing out to the sides like half-melted butter, allowing the other pair of boobs to nestle in almost entirely without resistance. In hindsight, the sensation must've been the loser's ligaments rupturing. Incredible pain washed over her and she fell to the floor of the cabin, crying, cradling the mighty weapons that had now failed her. For the very first time in her life.
The victor wasn't admittedly faring that much better. She could tell that her own breasts had come very close to breaking down as well, the tough, famously resilient inner tissue deep within having turned alarmingly loose and tender, a sign of an imminent total collapse. While her chest had ultimately held its cohesion just long enough to prevail over their counterparts, the pulsating pain that emanated from her near-ruined set was severe enough to cause the panting, white-faced female to stumble back and fall on her supple ass rather unceremoniously.
"Ohhh my gawwwd... my tits... you bitch, What did you do to them..." whimpered the loser as she began to sob in earnest, no longer able or even concerned about trying to mask her agony. "Oh, gawwwd... my fucking tits... you've ruined my tits..." she cried, rocking herself back and forth as a flood of tears freely streamed down her cheeks.
The other woman slowly looked up from her own, visibly damaged rack, and fixed a steely glare at the opponent.
"You're done, slut. Those puny tits of yours, the ones you were always so proud of, are gone now. And we both finally know who had the superior set all along. Not that I ever doubted it, really. Just had to prove it." The winner growled stoically through her own agony. Slowly, carefully, she rose to her feet, cradling her tits gingerly as she leaned to look down at her defeated rival. At the woman whose best assets she had just vanquished. Tamed. Subjugated.
The winner used her hands to support her own injured tits, taking care to move slowly and gently while she slipped back into her clothes. The loser, meanwhile, remained slumped on the floor, but was now whimpering rather than sobbing.
Evelyn Sutter looked down at Shana Williams one last time, a cold sneer marring her otherwise beautiful face. "You were never all that great, Shana. Just happened to have nicer tits than your friends did."
"You never truly had the best rack in the school. And now, you've finally learned the truth."
"Oh, before I forget... don't ever fuck with my daughter again. I'll flatten you in front of your man, and take him for myself, if you do. Are we clear?"
Shana gave no audible reply, but after a while her head seemed to make the slightest of nods. That was enough for the older woman.
With that, the buxom blonde teacher strutted out of the shack as confidently as she could. It would be a good, long while before her boobs would be up to the job of flattening anyone...
