They met at a karaoke bar. Two young hotties. Although their social media posts continually compete for attention, sitting beside each other they had chemistry and enjoyed the other’s company. Sufficiently lubricated, Billie starts laughing. She pulls Sydney by her ear and whispers.
“I have a terrific idea. Let’s have a pretend shouting match and then walk down the boardwalk to the beach and wrestle.”
Sydney looked at Billie, quizzically for a moment, then breaks into a broad smile.
“Fun!” Sydney quips. “Of course, you know you don’t stand a chance against me. Even in a play fight I’ll kick your cute ass.”
“We’ll see about that. I just might plant you belly first in the sand and sit on your back to make plaster casts of your best assets,” Eilish laughs, “but now its pretend time. Look angry and slap me.
Sydney slaps Billie across the face, just hard enough to get everyone’s attention. Billie slaps back, shouting:
"You're just jealous," Billie snarls, "my boobs are a gift, unlike your over exposed and not-really-all-that-big jugs.
Sydney suppresses a laugh, but then both her cheeks flush. What was that remark about her boobs? See can’t help but gaze at Billie’s cleavage and gulp a little, feeling a bit out-gunned in the moment.
"You're just a sad, desperate attempt at a human being," Syd growls. "All anyone sees when they look at you are your oversized melons. And those stupid clothes you wear half the time--you're a laughingstock on social media.”
With that, Billie steps closer to Sydney. She unbuttons her shirt and thrusts her chest out, standing with hands on hips.
“Put up or shut up,” Bilie challenges as patrons take in the bar take notice and crowd around.
Sydney’s eyes open wide. In shock? Or envy? Appreciation? She hasn’t seen Billie's breasts unleashed before, not like this. They are indeed larger than her own—outrageous ‘F’ cups, and the sight is both intimidating and exhilarating. Syd’s own ‘D’ cup breasts are plenty big on her small frame, but second place in this comparison. Billie’s boobs are freakin’ amazing, Syd can’t help but thing. Billie’s black lace can barely contain her voluptuous breasts. Syd stares just a moment too long, then shakes it off.
A challenge is a challenge. Confidently, Sweeney slips out of tee-shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra—duh!
“Good grief,” Billie hoots, “ everyone is tired of seeing those damn things. Good for you, you got two of them and they’re, well they’re okay if you’re into ordinary…” Billie lets her smirk end her sentence.
Sydney’s face turns red. Acting?
Billie laughs as she takes a step forward so that they are chest to chest. Billie leans in and Syd needs to take a step back as patrons gawk--Sydney too.
Sweeney is wondering if this is role play or what? She has never been one to accept second place gracefully. Anyway if they are going to throw down, even playfully, she feels that she will have the upper hand in terms of her toned physique, her fitness and her boxing and martial arts training. There is no way for Billie to win this contest. It will be fun as Eilish is, well kind of hot, she considers. But wait--ordinary boobs? Bullshit, Sydney thinks.
“To the beach, bitch, Sydney shouts, grabbing Billie by the hair and leading her out the door, down the boardwalk and to the beach. Billie holds Syd’s wrist, trying hard to not giggle as they walk, her bright eyes dancing in anticipation.
Syd is back to role-play, her puzzlement disarmed by the time they are in position on the sand, Sydney has let the sting of Billie’s smart mouth comments go. She stands straight, her abs rippling slightly in the soft light. Both women slip out of their shorts. Billie’s trimmed down and toned up body takes Sydney by surprise. The young brunette’s waist is taut, her legs clearly muscular, hips wider than her own, Billie’s butt rounded and tight. Sydney pulls Billie’s head close to whisper in her ear.
“Billie, you’ve got a rockin’ body, why the hell do you hide it in those stupid formless outfits?” Sydney can’t help herself from remarking.
“Because I’m not a talentless exhibitionist,” Billie mocks, shoving Sydney away.
Sweeney isn’t sure if Eilish is just great a role-playing, or an out-and-out bitch. Syd is for-real pissed off.
Sweeney challenges “Let’s get it on! her voice gruff and confident,” as her hands reach out to tear off Billie’s bra.
“Good grief,” Sydney gasps, awestruck and distracted.
“Oh, I’ll bet you wish you could have these to play with! Come get me Syd,” Billie teases, lifting her boobs up then letting them drop and dance.
Sweeney is distracted. Eilish charges. Their bodies collided with a skin-on-skin smack as they slam together, breasts mashing together, legs pumping forward. Falling, they roll around on the beach, sand sticking to their skin as they grapple for the top position.
As they roll, Billie wraps her arms around Sydney’s back and pulls her tight. Her larger, firm young breasts pancake and punish Sydney’s rack as their bodies press together. They continue to roll in the sand pressing their legs into the sand for leverage. Syd’s discomfort is apparent as Billie continues to grip hard on her back. Sydney manages to roll on top of Billie but discovers that this allows Billie to pull her in harder. Elish smiles a devilish smile. Sweeney yelps.
“Oh, I like this Sydney, you are just so squishy,” the singer jeers.
“Cripes, you grip like a bear,” Sydney laments.
Determined, Sweeney digs in and rolls them to their sides. Their legs entangle. Sydney jams her thighs high around Billie’s right thigh and clamps down. That gets her foe’s attention. Elish moans--not that kind of a moan. Sweeney tightens the leg lock for all she’s worth, her face turning red as she musters all the pressure that her thighs can deliver.
“Damn it,” Billie yells, “you’re strong for such a thin little bitch. This hurts!”
“Then give up or I’ll make it worse for you,” Sydney responds.
Billie shifts her arms for a tighter grip, still flattening Syd’s prize boobs. Each works to punish the other but Sydney is doing real damage to Billie’s leg. Billie begins a slow roll as she shifts her arms down around Sydney’s waist. Syd’s boobs gain some small relief, but Billie’s waist lock is tight. Sydney wiggles up and takes a high position, her shoulder weight pressing Billie’s head into the sand. Grunting, Eilish concentrates to slow roll the blonde onto her back. The pain in Billie’s thigh is terrible, yet she slowly works her body up higher on the pinned blonde. Sandy skin rubs on sandy skin as Billie inches forward. Jerking hard, Billie pulls her legs out of Sydney’s clutches-- to her great relief, as she slams her boobs down on the blonde’s face. She quickly wraps her arms around her head. The smother is locked in. A short battle of flailing legs ends with Eilish managing to grapevine Sweeney’s legs, taking total control.
“Gotcha, you tough little c**t! Give up Syd, you’re not going anywhere” Billie hoots, laughing.
Unable to make out the blonde’s muffled response, Billie lifts her knockers off Syd’s face. The blonde gulps in air, clears her nearly jugged-out brain. She looks up at Billie who is grinning wildly.
“Damn it woman, you are so strong. Let me up and let’s go another round or two. I can take you yet,” Sydney offers.
Billie’s body has trimmed down into something formidable. It reads of pure athleticism but remains curvy and delicious. To Sydney’s delight and chagrin, Billie is both strong and agile enough to slowly overpower and control her. Syd determines that she cannot allow Billie to take top position and pin her down.
Billie starts to shift herself off Sweeney, taking her time. She runs her hands down the blonde’s body. Billie licks her lips as she feels the heat of Syd’s generous boobs, the taut abs, the tight muscles of her amazing ass—her legs lean and toned everywhere. Billie starts to hum Robert Palmer’s ‘Simply Irresistible’ … then she licks Sydney’s face before she rises.
“I’m up, one to zip! Do you wanna save yourself some embarrassment and just quick now?” Billie chortles.
“Bite me,” Sydney responds.
“Yum, love to,” Billie laughs.
They take a small break, standing apart from each other and gulp down water from the plastic bottles that the bar patrons carried down.
Starting up again, the two buxom women grapple upright in the sand, spinning, slipping, pushing each other for some time, feet digging into the sand, before pulling each other down. Hands slap, pinch and clutch all over the other’s body. Oh, and an occasional lingering fondle slips in, too. Competitive nonetheless, they struggle with determination as each seeks to control their opponent. Billie’s lace bra is gone. Her wonders hang free, damned distracting for those involved in the altercation. Billie’s weight and power advantage takes its toll as. Fit as Sydney is, Billie is wearing her down a bit. Thongs strain against curves as the determined Billie works to straddle Sweeney while Syd holds her off. Eilish ultimately forces the blonde to her back and climbs on. Sydney bucks and thrashes beneath Billie’s weight. Eilish works to grapevine Sydney legs. Sweeney pulls her legs free and once again catches Billie’s left thigh in a tight thigh lock. The blonde quickly rolls Billie to her side and wraps her arms tight around her shoulders to hold her tight. Syd cranks up the pressure and smiles as Billie howls. Eilish tries to retaliate as a thigh battle begins. Billie rolls on top of Sydney, pressing her boobs into the blonde’s face, but she lacks leverage to hold the position. Sydney slips her arms down around Billie’s waist, rolls to her side and pulls Billie tight and clamps her legs together for all she’s worth. Eilish winces and squirms, clearly in pain.
“You’re not getting out of this Billie, not this time. Give up before you get really hurt,” Sydney threatens.
Billie holds out for a few seconds longer, then wails out here submission. Sydney rolls her to her back as she eases off the pressure. Syd’s head lands between Billie’s sweaty boobs. The blonde lifts her head enough to quickly nibble on one of Billie’s nipples, then runs her tongue down Billie’s belly as she pulls away.
“One point each, you salty devil, Sweeney announces.
Billie sits up, shaking out her thigh and gently rubbing her boobs. She sticks her tongue out at Sydney, smiling.
“Nice one Syd. Won’t happen again,” Billie responds.
After a short break, their third round begins with a more cautious approach from both. Sydney has tasted Billie's strength (among other things), Billie gets Sydney's speed. They circle, feinting, looking for an opening. Sydney darts in, a quick boob-jab-and-grab, aiming for Billie's arm, trying to transition into an armbar or hammerlock. Billie anticipates, turns quickly, her gymnastics ability giving her an uncanny mobility even in the sand. She pumps her arms straight out, palms flat, banging into Syd's chest, then spins out of Sydney’s grasp and knocking the blonde off-balance.
"Bitch," Sydney hisses, playfully?
Eilish presses her feet into the sand, pushes off with her thighs driving into Sydney’s side. She wraps her arms around Syd’s thin waist. Holding tight, Billie lifts Syd to her toes, shakes her side to side as the blonde works to break free. Sydney can feel Billie's hot breath on her face. The blonde counters as she wraps her arms around Billie’s head, but the brunette shakes her off. Syd is left struggling with Billie's crushing grip. She feels the almost enticing damp heat of the brunette’s body alternating with her own discomfort.
"You got lucky just now, but you can't stop me," Billie laughs and then nibbles the blonde’s ear.
Eilish enjoys herself as she turns her grip into a proper bear hug. She scrubs her boobs against Sydney’s over-matched chest, grinning wide as she sets the blonde back to the sand. Planted back on the sand, Sydney braces, tightens her formidable core against Billie's grip, steps a leg in between the brunette's stance to trip Billie down. They land hard on the sand, the brunette on her side, the blonde on top. Panting, Sydney staddles Billie's hips, her toned legs holding her girl in place. Syd's left hand bangs down, pushing Billie's head into the sand, as her right hand grabs hold of plus-sized boob, squeezing and tugging extra hard. Billie yowls, not smiling at all.
Angry, Billie shifts her weight, her powerful hips bucking and bouncing. Sweeney seizes the brunette's arm with her left hand and twists her wrist effectively controlling Billie as she rides her out and leans forward to force Billie onto her belly. The blonde straddles her still, letting go of the boob but doing nasty things to Billie's twisted arm.
"How lucky am I now," Sydney jeers.
"You're a nasty little bitch," Billie shoots back, "this is a temporary setback!"
Sydney stretches out on top, her toned body a compact mass of muscle, working her arm lock and shifting her weight forward to flatten out Billie's boobs. Billie curses, feeling the pressure there, too.
Eilish pushes her free hand into the sand, concentrates her power into her right knee and lifts enough to drive their bodies to their side. Sydney struggles to maintain her wrist lock as she is forced off her girl. Billie's legs scramble for leverage in the sand. Sydney manages to wrap her legs around Billie's waist and shift to a hammerlock. She wraps her free arm around Billie's neck.
"Submit, Eilish, you're not going anywhere," Sweeney commands.
"F**k off," Billie responds, but her eyes are tearing up. "I thought you were hot, but you're just nasty," Billie wails.
"Both!" comes Sydney's retort, whispering in Billie’s ear.
Billie slams her head back into Syd’s forehead. Both women are dazed, but Billie is free.
Eilish is first on her feet. She marches to the blonde, pulls her to her feet and slaps her across the tits. Sydney slaps her right back. Billie slaps her tits again and follows up with a knee lift slamming into Sweeney’s crotch.
“Oh my, I’m feeling lucky and nasty now,” Billie hoots as she kicks out a foot into Sydney belly, knocking her to the sand.
Sweeney falls backwards. Eilish throws herself on top of Sydney, pinning the lighter gal down.
Straddling her rival’s waist, then falling forward, Billie presses her generous breasts down hard onto Sydney’s, rubbing and grinding. Billie’s abundant flesh smothers and pancakes Sydney’s natural wonders as the brunette uses her hands to hold her boobs in place. The feeling is overwhelming…and, admittedly erotic for both women.
“I can hold you like this for hours,” Billie jeers as she grinds. “You want to be my little bitch, I know you do.”
Maybe, but Sydney isn’t going down yet. With a roar of determination, she summons her considerable strength and pushes upwards. Billie falls to her side. Sydney leaps on top of her. Sand flies as their bodies rock and roll back and forth, each trying to overpower the other. The battle is intense, but their eyes hint of something else going on.
Eilish demonstrates her stamina. Her degree of fitness and resilience are apparent. Gyrating around the concert stage for two hours at a time has prepared her for this contest. Sydney is accustomed to disciplined gym workouts. She jogs frequently as well, but now she is clearing running out of steam.
Billie forces Sydney to her back, staddles her, clutching her face with both hands.
“I think its time to end this. Not that I haven’t enjoyed most every part of your hot body,” Billie giggles.
Eilish let’s go of the blonde’s face. She delights in bouncing and dangling her boobs in her face. Sydney is exasperated-- and intrigued.
Billie kneels up and lifts Syd up off her knees as well.
“Smother time?” Billie asks, “but of course it is,” she chortles.
Billie wraps her arms around Sydney head and forces her face into her damp, sandy and yet luxurious cleavage. It doesn’t take long. Syd’s body goes limp in Billie’s grasp. Eilish lays her sleepy pal out on her back respectfully. She again straddles the blonde’s waist and starts to playfully tap each boob, delighted in watching them jiggle. Sydney returns from her jugged out daze.
“Wait, did I win?” the blonde asks, her eye blinking and a smile forming on her lips.
Billie laughs out loud. She turns to her friends as she lifts Sydney up in a fireman’s carry.
“Bring my car around. The hottie and I need to get better acquainted.
