this is a AI translated Story of my german story. It is also my first titfight story. Hope you enjoy
My Girlfriend’s Big Mouth
After two tough and long years of building our business, my girlfriend Saskia and I decided to celebrate our success with an extended wellness vacation. We had our own whirlpool in our suite and enjoyed going dancing in the small clubs in town in the evenings, savoring our free time, or snorkeling in a quiet lagoon recommended by a local, far from the tourist hotspots. I must admit, though, that in those moments, Saskia was the one actively snorkeling, diving for shells, and exploring the diversity of the underwater world, while I often found myself simply watching this beautiful woman move through the sea. Saskia was a sight to behold, and from the moment we met, it was clear that I could never just be friends with her—only a relationship would do. We’d known each other since we were teenagers. She was two years younger than me, a little angel with slightly wavy, thick, radiant hair that always reached halfway down her back, huge blue eyes, and strikingly feminine features. Topped off with F-cup breasts that, given her 5’2” frame, appeared even more impressive. She quickly realized she could use her looks to her advantage, and her big but lovable mouth and cheeky demeanor won over countless guys. As for other women, she could usually outshine them with her ample chest. She made me chase her for a long time after we reconnected, having lost touch for a while due to studies and work. Though she’d never admit it, her interest in me was probably as strong as mine in her, but we both loved to play games. At the time, I was still in a lousy relationship that ended abruptly one day when my then-girlfriend thought it was a good idea to physically confront Saskia. I’ll admit, watching the two of them go at it was quite entertaining for me. Only later, when Saskia and I got together, did she reveal that it wasn’t her first time fighting another woman, though she preferred to pit her most feminine attributes against others in a comparison. She favored so-called titfights but was never one to shy away from a good catfight either. I was a bit shocked at first, as I hadn’t expected it, and also a little embarrassed because it was one of my fantasies, which I then confessed to her. She just laughed and said it was a perfect fit—she’d fulfill my fantasy, and I’d take care of her if she ever didn’t come out on top.
It wasn’t planned for such activities to happen during our vacation. Normally, we found her opponents online and met them at least once beforehand to ensure it was purely about the competition and that we weren’t inviting any crazies into our home. Saskia wanted to compare herself, and I wanted to keep her as safe as possible. She always reveled in her victories in her own way but was also capable of handling it when her opponents did the same. We typically set clear rules beforehand. My role was often to protect my girlfriend from her own big mouth, as her ego sometimes got the better of her, leading her into situations she might not have chosen if she’d thought it through. But one evening at a club, things were about to unfold differently. We were dancing and having a great time when Saskia accidentally bumped into another woman during a spin, who then roughly pushed her back. Before I even noticed, Saskia was already fired up, snapping at the woman to calm down and that the dance floor didn’t belong to her, assuming the woman wouldn’t understand her language. To both our surprise, she did and shot back sharply that Saskia had a pretty big mouth for someone with such small breasts. That hit hard, and from that moment, I knew Saskia would only settle this one way, though I didn’t think it was a good idea. My objections, however, were expertly ignored by both women. When asked her name, the woman gave it as Maria. She was only slightly taller than Saskia and noticeably curvier. Her voluminous dress made it hard to gauge her cup size, but it was definitely no less than Saskia’s—likely more, I suspected. In a commanding tone, Saskia challenged her opponent to show up at our hotel room the next day to prove what her “assets” could do. Before Maria could respond, Saskia grabbed my hand and strutted out of the club. I followed, trying not to let my shock at what had just happened show. On the way back to the hotel, Saskia calmed down, and after I briefly mentioned how hot I found it when she commanded the other woman to face her, I couldn’t help but voice my concerns again. We didn’t know anything about this woman, and I worried Saskia was taking too big a risk. She flashed me with her big eyes and said I’d known her long enough to know she’d see it through. All my concerns were brushed aside, and she kindly but firmly told me not to interfere tomorrow, no matter what happened. It was pointless to try to talk her out of it. She knew me too well, and I knew her too well. I decided to let it happen and see what the next day would bring. We enjoyed the evening in the whirlpool and eventually went to bed.
When Maria knocked on our door punctually the next day, I was bursting with excitement and curiosity. I couldn’t wait to see who my girlfriend had picked a fight with thanks to her big mouth. Maria kept it suspenseful, arriving wrapped in a breezy dress, her ash-blonde, straight hair flowing down to her hips. She clearly knew how to use her charms, just like my girlfriend. We shared a glass of champagne to roughly outline the rules, which helped ease some of the tension. Classic titfight: breasts against breasts with hair-pulling, completely nude. When Maria mischievously asked what her prize as the winner would be, giving me a flirtatious look, Saskia quickly shut it down, saying Maria could forget about me. That was the one unbreakable rule—our promise not to sleep with anyone else, especially not as a trophy. Instead, Saskia suggested that the winner would pose multiple times over the loser, and I’d take photos. Maria confirmed that the winner would have free rein with the poses, and Saskia agreed. Both women then decided to start the fight and positioned themselves opposite each other to undress. While Saskia seductively slipped off her hot pants, top, and underwear, Maria shed her dress in one swift motion, revealing what Saskia and I had only speculated about before. I had guessed she had large breasts, but this was shocking. Before I could even think about what cup size they might be, Maria taunted my girlfriend with a laugh, asking if her “cute” F-cups had ever gone up against an H. Saskia didn’t let it show, her pride already too deeply invested, but in that moment, I suddenly wasn’t so sure if Saskia’s big mouth had gotten her in over her head this time. There wasn’t much time to dwell on it, though. Saskia challenged Maria to show what she could do, and the two women collided.
Both tried to throw the other off balance, aiming to push their opponent toward the wall. Saskia’s breasts sank into Maria’s massive ones. They weren’t as firm as Saskia’s, but their sheer mass made it hard for Saskia to hold her ground. Though she pressed deep into Maria’s breasts, she lost a bit of ground with each collision. Maria began pushing my girlfriend backward while Saskia desperately tried to hold her position. It wasn’t long before Saskia’s backside hit the wall. From that position, it was easy for Maria to press Saskia’s body fully against the wall and take control of her movements. “Got you,” Maria hissed, thrusting her breasts forward several more times while Saskia could barely move. I started to worry. I’d never seen my girlfriend in this position so quickly in a fight, and Maria seemed like she was just getting started. Maria’s movements began to look painful for Saskia, who tried to protect herself by leaning slightly forward, something Maria noticed too. Suddenly, Maria slipped her hands under Saskia’s arms and grabbed her blonde mane, preventing her from leaning forward. Saskia let out a loud moan and grabbed Maria’s hair in return, pulling as hard as she could. For a moment, this threw Maria off, but she increased her grip on Saskia’s hair and regained her position. She widened her stance slightly, shifted her body a bit to the side, and began trapping Saskia’s right breast between her own massive ones, working it over. But that was only part of the ordeal. With her own right breast, Maria pushed Saskia’s breasts apart. Saskia couldn’t do much to counter it. She shifted to venting her frustration through moans while Maria worked over her F-cups with her breasts. I watched, fascinated. Saskia could have given up at this point. It was clear her breasts were no match for Maria’s, and it was equally clear that Maria was no novice. She knew exactly what she was doing. A beginner wouldn’t have had such an easy time with my wild Amazon. At this point, I assumed my girlfriend was headed for defeat, but I was curious how long she’d endure this torment. How long would her pride keep her from admitting it? I braced for the worst, knowing how stubborn Saskia could be, and Maria’s taunting would only fuel that stubbornness. Maria seemed to decide to make this fight particularly creative and switched strategies again after thoroughly working over my defeated girlfriend’s right breast.
She began rolling her massive breasts over Saskia’s, from bottom to top and back again, while Saskia’s breasts were pushed in every direction imaginable, and my girlfriend’s breathing grew heavier under her moans. Saskia let go of Maria’s hair and tried to pry Maria’s hands out of her own mane, but Maria kept pulling on the golden locks, relentlessly rolling her breasts over Saskia’s. Only when Saskia’s legs started to wobble did Maria have enough, suddenly releasing her hair. Saskia’s arms fell to her sides, only to be immediately pinned by Maria’s. Maria had positioned her breasts under Saskia’s F-cups and now squeezed her mercilessly in a bear hug, pressing her breasts into the underside of my girlfriend’s, causing Saskia to whimper and curse. Saskia hung helplessly in the embrace, and I couldn’t understand why she didn’t give up. Her hair was wild and sweaty over her face, moved only by her panting breath. I silently begged Saskia to finally give up. She’d bitten off more than she could chew, fine, but why keep going? What was she trying to prove? My thoughts were interrupted when Maria suddenly let go of Saskia, who sank to the floor. Maria gleefully turned Saskia onto her back and sat on her lap while Saskia tried to resist, but she could no longer manage it. Maria had found a new way to humiliate my girlfriend. She pinned Saskia’s arms to the floor beside her body, leaned forward, and let her massive breasts swing threateningly over Saskia’s face. I expected her to press them onto Saskia’s face until she had to give up from lack of oxygen. I’d often seen Saskia end her fights this way, and I loved it when she did, but I’d never seen her on the receiving end. To my surprise—and horror—I didn’t have to see it that day either. Instead, Maria swung her massive breasts to the side and slammed them with full force against my fallen angel’s cheek. Saskia’s head jerked to the side, her expression revealing she was as shocked as I was. Maria swung back, and Saskia took another heavy blow. My girlfriend suddenly seemed much more alert, trying to turn her head to cushion the blows, but she rarely succeeded. I was utterly stunned. This woman was hitting my girlfriend with her massive breasts, and she could do nothing about it. Maria was clearly enjoying tormenting Saskia, who looked visibly uncomfortable in this position. Helplessly, she glanced at me before the next blow landed. Normally, it slightly excited me when an opponent managed to subdue my fiery Amazon, and Saskia knew it, often giving me a teasing look in those moments, but this was different. There was nothing playful in her eyes—no Amazon, just an angel being thoroughly plucked. I nodded to her, hoping she’d understand it was time to give up, and she finally did. She surrendered, and Maria stopped but remained seated on her.
It was over. This wasn’t a fight; it was pure domination. But then something unexpected happened. As cruel and dominant as Maria had been during the fight, she was just as gentle and respectful afterward. She couldn’t resist a small jab, saying Saskia’s big mouth had gotten her into real trouble, but she was impressed by how long Saskia had held out. She seemed to sense that the fight had gotten a bit out of hand and was likely concerned she’d broken my girlfriend. We helped Saskia to the sofa, and once she’d regained some strength, we ordered dinner to the room. Maria, Saskia, and I talked late into the night. It turned out Maria was from an area near ours and, like Saskia, had discovered fighting for herself, though in her weight class. There was no victory photo. Instead, we gained a friend who, to this day, occasionally attends Saskia’s fights, and we hers.
