Story based on Poll.
Titanic Hands-Off Titfight and Pro Wrestling Match
Alice Green vs. Mercyrassler
The heat made this day miserable. Not only was it near 100 degrees, but the 80% humidity made it feel like it was 20 degrees hotter. Mercyrassler cranked the air conditioner full blast, as she drove her car through the thick traffic of Friday afternoon. Mercy groaned, as the air conditioner did little to nothing to make her comfortable, but she had other things on her mind as well. Finally pulling into the large hotel parking lot, she parked her car in the stall directly in front of room #156. The room was situated in the rear of the expensive hotel complex, which would give her plenty of privacy for what she had come to do. Mercyrassler had come on a mission. A mission to meet, and defeat another woman. There would be 2 contests in room #156 with this other woman, and Mercy expected to win them both in order to prove her point.
Mercyrassler had become familiar with Alice Green on FCF. Alice was known to be quite a titfighter in her own right. She had won many contests and left many beaten women in her path. Mercy knew that if she had the chance to meet Alice Green, she could finally end this winning streak once and for all. Mercy thought of herself as a better wrestler than a titfighter, but she was willing to meet Alice on her own turf to prove a point, as long as Alice gave her equal time in her own specialty.
The women corresponded with each other through the FCF chat and had also emailed one another. Mercy had challenged Alice to a hands-off titfight, as long as Alice also engaged in a pro style wrestling match with her. Mercy knew that Alice had far too much pride to back away from a challenge of a titfight, with her reputation at stake. She was not wrong, as Alice almost gave an immediate “yes” to the challenge. Mercy told Alice that since she had made the initial challenge, she would pay for the hotel room so that they could settle this in private. The one who was able to win both contests would prove that she was the better woman between the two, and obtain bragging rights.
As Mercy turned on the room’s air conditioner, she heard another car pull up outside. Looking through the window, she recognized Alice Green getting out of her car. Before she was even able to knock on the door, Mercy opened it and invited Alice in. The two shook hands and Mercy closed and locked the door behind them.
The women turned toward each other and looked one another over. “Glad you could make it”. Said Mercy, “I’m looking very forward to this”. “As am I”, answered Alice, “Is there anything we need to discuss before we begin”?
“Don’t think so” said Mercy. “I think we’ve talked about what we’re going to do. Do you have any reservations about anything”?
“No”, said Alice. “We can determine which contest to begin with by coin toss”.
“Fair enough”, said Mercy, and with that, she walked to the other end of the large livingroom and began moving furniture out of the way. Alice helped her until they had quite a large area to fight. “Let’s get undressed and then we’ll have the coin toss. Once the first contest is over, we’ll have a 45 minute rest period, like we agreed on in order to gain our breath back”, said Mercy. “Agreed”, said Alice.
The women walked to opposite ends of the room and began to pull their halters and shorts off until they were both left in string bikini bottoms, Alice in black and Mercy in yellow. Both women then walked to the center of the room until they were a few feet apart. Mercy handed a coin to Alice, to be fair, and told her to call it in the air. Alice flipped the coin and called “tails” as it fell to the carpeted floor. Alice got her wish when it landed and was given the option of starting with her contest, or opting to start with Mercy’s. “I think we’ll go for the titfight first”, said Alice. Mercy just nodded her head and walked back to her corner of the room, as did Alice. Mercy tossed a bottle of baby oil to Alice and then opened one herself. Mercy then poured the oil over her chest, working it into her large breasts with her other hand. She rubbed the oil over and under her tits, to ensure that they were evenly coated prior to starting the contest. Alice did the same, working the oil evenly on her huge tits, as she glared at Mercy on the other side of the room. Mercy tossed her bottle to the floor and looked back at Alice with determination in her eyes. “Ready”?, asked Mercy. Alice tossed her bottle as well as she answered, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be”.
With the small talk now over, it was time to perform. The women approached one another very slowly. Mercy smiled and began to work her nipples between her thumb and fingers, getting them to grow before Alice’s eyes in a way of intimidating her opponent. But Alice rubbed and tweaked her nipples as well until they grew to the same size as Mercy’s. Both women were about the same height, which would allow them to bring their tits together at an equal level. Alice, being the more experienced at this kind of competition, raised her hands to shoulder height and invited Mercy to do the same. Mercy took the challenge and took a few more steps toward Alice until they stopped just short of colliding, their throbbing nipples only inches apart. They intertwined their fingers and then dropped their arms to their sides in order to make their breasts bulge further forward. Alice, still trying to intimidate Mercy, began to shake her tits back and forth, but Mercy smiled and shook her huge rack back at Alice.
“Think your nipples can beat mine”? Asked Alice
Mercy looked down at the two gigantic sets of tits facing each other and answered, “Only one way to find out, isn’t there”?
“Fine”, said Alice, as she slowly guided her nipples straight at Mercy’s. Mercy held her ground and also inched forward until their tips came together. Both women looked down as they touched and they slowly began to apply pressure, looking to drive her opponent’s nipples back into her tits. Both women let out a slight grunt as they jousted with their nipples, applying more and more pressure. Their large nipples held firm as they pushed against each other. It was quite a job to keep them from sliding apart, because of the oil, but these women were giving it all they had. Finally, after much effort, their nipple tips did slide off and both women could feel the others nipples dig into their areola. They pulled back a few inches and set them together again, tip to tip and began another pushing contest. Like the last one, however, after several moments, their nipples again slid past one another and buried into areolas. Alice figured that if she couldn’t keep the tips of her nipples against Mercy’s, she would try another strategy. Alice began to move her nipples up and down and from side to side in hopes of bending her opponent’s and winning the intimidation factor. But Mercy fought back when she felt Alice change direction and the two began a contest to see who could bend who’s nipples.
The long shafts scraped together from side to side but instead of bending only one girl’s nipples, they began pushing both sets to the side. The more Mercy would try to bend Alice’s nipples, the more her own bent in the opposite direction. The same was the case for Alice, as she could not get a direct advantage over Mercy, as their blood-engorged nipples would only slam into each other repeatedly with no results. The women were already in a stalemate and Alice knew that she would have to reach deep into her bag of tricks to win this battle. After several minutes of nipple jousting, Alice and Mercy used their interlocked hands to push away from each other. They backed away a few feet and stared in disbelief at one another. Never did Alice ever have a problem bending an opponent’s nipples, but she was this time. Alice felt that a full frontal assault was probably the way to go and she again took a step toward Mercy while placing her hands behind her back. Mercy followed suit and stepped toward Alice as well. A loud smack echoed throughout the room as four mammoth tits slammed against each other. The impact was so great that both women reeled back a few inches from each other, but they both advanced again. A second loud impact was heard mixed with grunts from both women as they again connected. Now they started continuously slamming their tits together over and over. They would drive straight into each other and also move their racks side to side, slamming the sides together. Mercy even jumped at one point, causing her tits to come up and back down onto the top of Alice’s set. The thwacks, splats, slaps, and muffled explosions filled the room, mixed with loud grunts and groans from each fighter.
Large globes would distort when slammed into by the opponents tits, only to come back to shape and send return blows into the other rack. All in all, it appeared to be a close battle at this point, with each woman giving and taking punishment from the other. After one last slam, they stayed against each other, tit to tit, and tried to use their body weight to push the other’s breasts back against rib cages. The women were breathing heavily and, by now, they were covered in sweat from the high humidity of the day. They stayed against each other, cheek to cheek as they whispered threats into each other’s ears, and demands that the other submit. Neither did so, however, and the battle continued. Alice placed her hands on Mercy’s waist and then began to raise them to her upper arms. When Mercy felt this, she also placed her hands on Alice’s upper arms. The women obtained grips on one another’s arms and began to push harder against each other. They would now separate a few inches and slam into each other again and again. Their tits were becoming quite sore and red from all of the abuse, but each felt that victory was within their grasp.
Alice pulled back and swung her huge left tit sideways, smashing it into the side of Mercy’s left tit. Mercy let out a groan as the impact occurred and Alice felt more convinced that she would soon vanquish her opponent. But she did not expect the savage return blow from Mercy as their right tits collided side to side. Alice also moaned in pain from the impact. The women had been fighting for close to 30 minutes and the more the minutes passed, the more painful each collision became. Alice pulled back again and sent her tits flying like a huge uppercut to the bottom of Mercy’s rack. Mercy shrieked and moved backward, losing her balance and falling to the carpet. Alice looked down at Mercy’s glistening body. “You...............(gasp).........give?” asked Alice. Mercy cradled her sore tits but looked at Alice and answered, “(gasp)......no”. “You don’t,,,,,,(gasp)........know when to.....quit”, said Alice. Mercy finally got to her feet and glared at Alice. “Let’s........go”, said Mercy and walked toward Alice again. Mercy raised her arms to shoulder length and placed them around Alice’s neck, as Alice mirrored the maneuver. They again came together, slamming and grinding their tits into each other. Both women moaned and groaned as their painful tits made contact, but they continued slamming and trying to make the other submit.
Alice knew that this battle could go on a while longer and decided to use one more trick to get the win. As Mercy came toward her for another collision, Alice slapped her arms around her opponent’s waist and secured a tight bearhug, or as she calls it, her Tower of London bearhug. Mercy immediately gasped and yelped out in pain as Alice’s arms began to squeeze and pull her tits against her own rack. Mercy lowered her arms as well to try and even the score by getting Alice in the same hold, but the damage had been done. Alice lifted Mercy off of her feet and began to grind their racks together. Mercy was in trouble and placed her hands on Alice’s shoulders to push away, but they would slip off because of the flowing sweat. Mercy tried to hold on for as long as she could, but the inevitable finally occurred. Mercy slapped her hands against Alice’s shoulder blades, “Uuuuuhhhhhhhn...........ok........ok..... I.......(gasp)......give”, surrendered Mercy. Alice released the pressure of her bearhug and took her arms from around Mercy’s waist. Mercy almost lost her footing, but Alice held on to her and walked her over to the couch, where both women sat down. Mercy was breathless, but pointed over at her things in the corner. Mercy gasped, “Get the timer and set it for 45 minutes rest period”. Alice got up and found the timer, setting it for the rest period.
Both women were dripping with perspiration, but they would be able to get some rest before they began the second contest. Their tits were red and swollen from the first contest and Alice felt as if she had been run over by a train. Although she knew she would win the titfight, she also gained a lot of respect for Mercy and how she had held on to the bitter end. Alice sat down on the carpet and began to get the necessary rest that she so desperately needed. Next, she would have to out-wrestle Mercy in order to prove her point.
Next part.....................The pro wrestling match
