[Vanessa]

“Fine bitch. You want it nipple to nipple you got it” as I line my nipples with yours and as we begin to slowly compress our tits I look you in the eye. “Come on, harder you whore. My nips are gone shove yours right back inside those bags” I hiss as I push into you. Grunting s we both shove together I glance down and see our fat tits pushing out at the sides. Taking a deep breath I clench my teeth together as I grip your shoulders and ram forward as hard as I can.

“Fuck this hurts but it’s gotta be killing this bitch. She can’t take much more.” I think to myself as the sweat pours off is us both.

[linftr]

"Where are those nasty nubs of yours, coming out your back? " I squirm as I taunt, because our boobs are mashed so tight.  Seeking a sign of victory, or to see if there is an omen of defeat, I observe your flesh as tight as a drum on each side of your body.  Let’s see if I can make more ooze out I tell myself and wriggle side to side.

Our slick tits had earlier allowed our racks to slither across our bodies, but the pressure is too great now.  I see some of your flesh peeking out to the sides, but also my boobs being pushed together, and rising.  There is a dribble of sweat from my face landing on my cleavage, but I see beads all over you.

My cheeks clench, as if my ass can lend my tits strength, and I feel like our straining has lasted for an hour.  "I can keep this up forever, slut,  shall we see who is in worse shape?  On the count of three we pull away and take a look.  You can give up then!."

[Vanessa]

“Fuck you slut. My girls are in great shape but if you want to see that is fine with me. Count of three then. One....Two....Three”
As we both relax our grip on one another and slowly ease our tits apart.

Standing in front of you I look down, my tits red and showing a very slight bruising. My nipples aren’t quite as hard as when we started our duel but still standing out proud. I put my hands on my hips and take a breath as I look you up and down. I see you tits are as red as mine but also yours look to have a bit of an abrasion on them from all of the rough handling. The pain I feel is not enough to make me stop yet but I do know I have been in a war.

“I will say this, you have a fair set fro such flabby udders cow. Not as good as my girls and surely not enough to beat mine. I am ready to go all night long just like this. And you are lucky it is a hands off titfight otherwise those bags would never be the same.” I snarl as I shake mine at you, feeling the full throb and ache as I do.

“Hope this bitch can’t go anymore but if she does then so be it” I think to myself as I stare at you.

[linftr]

The ‘unveiling’ has our battered boobs waving at each other, but I am visibly disappointed that yours are still in one piece.  ‘I could have sworn I felt those suckers would be mush’ I muse to myself.   I felt them slosh!  I harrumph at the idea that a hands on tit fight would have been in your favor.

“Listen Vanessa, if we had gone hands on, you would be weeping and wailing over your torn up tits long ago.  I am tempted to show you” as I watch your body tense when my hand goes out “but I am confident that I’ll pulp you soon”.  My hand hefts your tit, takes a feel, it is heavy and sweaty, and my thumb flicks your nipple.  Pawing away, I check the texture of the ‘fruit’ and then shake my head as my hand returns to my hips.  Of course, the unimaginative slut has to copy me as I feel my titty being prodded.  “You are much rougher then I was, stop it, Owwww” as she pretends that mine are in worse shape than hers.

“Lets go, now!” and as soon as your hand returns to your hips, I swing my tits with a jug smacking splat, and then again, whipping at you as I throw my breasts at you in a frenzy. “Mine are better” I screech, my tits feeling less numb and more tender after our little break.  I see a pained expression on you and try to keep my flogging going just a while longer.

[Vanessa]

“Yours are nothing cxnt” I yell back as I begin to swing my tits side to side in a wild frenzy. The sounds of all 4 tits smacking again fill the room along with the grunts and gasps of pain.

“Come on bitch. I love it rough. The rougher the better” I sneer at you as I take a step towards you, slamming my left tit into your right one exceptionally hard, causing yours to smack themselves together. Then I follow through and feel my nipples rake across yours as I then swing back. My right fit impacting your left and causing it to quiver and shake like melting jello.

“Fell good bitch? My girls can go on all....fucking....day. “ each word complimented by a hard tit smash.

[linftr]

At first I am exhilarated to be pounding your boobs, but then you catch my timing and send aback an equally wild volley of tit swings.  A wild melee of sweaty mammaries ensues, flying and slapping till a different fleshy sound sloshes through the room and I feel my right breast stopped short and melding with your left.  I can’t help it, I yowl ” Oh fuck, my tit!”.  You seem energized and glow and gloat and send your rough nipples across my smoothies and knock them inwards.  I try to step back, but not in time for my left breast , which is smashed so hard that it just strums.  The brief sequence seems an eternity as I actually feel overmatched for a painful moment.

Finally I gain space and I look down at my breasts as they drape on my tummy.  I stiffen my back and swing them at you, needing to hit and hurt your fucking knockers.   “You lucky bitch, that won’t happen again” as I force myself to swing my wounded tits back into the fight, the ends of my boobs feeling heavier, and wobbling as I shift.  What the hell happened?

[Vanessa]

“Come on bitch, no pain no gain” I almost yell as I see you grimace in shock and hurt. We both strap forwards swinging our tits wildly side to side, grunting from the exertion.

My titsstarting to get redder and more bruised from the pounding but I just keep on swinging.

[linftr]

She is crowing over my discomfort, and wades in after me, but determined as I am, my titties stand up to your challenge, as we exchange side to side breast blows.  I almost dance with glee as I catch your left tit from a little underneath and send it sailing.  “What , no big talk” as you half step away, and we exchange blows once again.

Thud, thwump, the impacts are heavy but the sounds are a little muffled.  Good, I am back in this again, only to have my tits pounded downward as yours land higher and force mine onto my sweaty belly.  I yank back immediately, not going to allow you to park your boobs on mine, and see bruises above each nipple.  Damn. I have to back you against the couch or window so you don’t have leverage.  That’s the only reason you are hitting me so hard, leverage.

I snort and suck in air and threaten you with being titless, as I swing my tits all the way to my right and then start them going to the left like a heavy pendulum at your floppy targets.

[Vanessa]

As you swing against my tits I let out a yelp “Owww you Fucking cxnt”. Taking a deep breath I smile at you. “That one hurt cow but let’s see how you like it” as I grab your shoulders and brace myself then ram my tits straight into yours. Feeling them squish back I gasp and lean back and do it again. Smackkk sounds muffled as we go head to head. Resisting the urge to sink my nails in your scalp I tighten them on your shoulders and then swing up and down hard. My heavy tits pancaking with yours as yours once again take the brunt of mine.

“Ugh...fuck...come..on you...bitch”

[linftr]

“You fat sow, I love the way you squeal” I sneer just before you ram your tits head on into mine, and then again. The first time, my boobs flatten and indent, but the second, I am able to thrust at you myself, and yours are deflected and splay outward.  “Look at those scrambled eggs, bitch” but you attack again, and I hear that ominous splut type noise and wince, my tits aching and seeming to billow around yours.  When you pull back I get ready to charge but my breasts have not ‘reformed’ quickly enough and all   I see are traces of my nipples protruding, but where the hell is my aerola?

Splat, another titty thrust from you and I wallow back a step, still attached to each other by our shoulder grip.  I am almost afraid to glance down as I feel flesh oozing to the sides of my torso.  Cmon Linda, don’t fo head on, swing your breasts and clobber her!

[Vanessa]

As I continue my head in attack I feel you stumble a bit. Glancing behind you I see the sofa. I push harder into you and feel you going backwards. As your ass plops on the sofa I immediately follow you. Straddling you know I have even better leverage and begin to bounce my tits into yours. SPLAT...SPLAT...SPLAT is heard admits the grunts and gasps.

“Say it bitch. Tell me my tits are better!” I snarl in your face.

[linftr]

“Get off me, Get off me” as my legs wiggle and kick, almost in time to the whapping titties.  I am looking up at you, at this whore, as all I see are your round boobs flailing at me.  My boobs are sloshing to either side of my body, an endless rain of sloppy tit meat hitting them.

I try to whip up a tit swing, and it hardly wriggles upward, and then  I feel my nipple whacked again.  “This can’t be, I hate you, I hate you!”  as you seem so excited.  I squirm to see if I can roll over and get out of the line of fire as I start to cry, while the impacts of your breasts are relentless.

[Vanessa]

“What the FUCK” I scream as your legs twines with mine and you manage somehow to get me to my side.

“Fuck you Linda....FUCK YOU” I tell as we wrap arms around one another. It has turned into a side by side tit fight. I sneer at you as I feel your left tit trapped beneath my right one. I change from bouncing my tits on top of your to tightening my grip and mashing out tits together. “If you quit now whore I won’t pop this bag of yours” as I let my weight lay atop your tit, squeezing mine into yours as tight as I can.

“Just fucking say it whore”

[linftr]

We slither onto our sides on the sofa, breasts intermeshed , but at least I don’t have the drumbeat of whipping tits hitting me.   As we lay side by side, your tits don’t seem in much better shape then mine, even though mine seem to have no spring left.

I check out our new position and try to roll right breast onto you, forming a sandwich, but it is so hard to move.  I whimper a little as my left breast oozes under yours and I start to squirm.  Rivers of sweat are pouring off me, and I hear you telling me to give up , to quit.  She wants me to admit that she has better breasts.  I blurt out “you don’t have better breasts” and I snuffle, head turning away from you.

[Vanessa]

Mashing my tit down I feel it molding into yours. Taking a glance don I twist a bit, grinding my tit on top of yours. As the sweat drips off of my face I grit me teeth and squeeze you. “Feel that....that is my tit flattening yours bitch. When we finish your tits will never be the same.”

I place my hand on the back of the sofa and slowly pull away from you. Pressing down with my knee I push my tit against yours one more time before I stand up and glare down at you on the sofa.

“Get up, we aren’t finished yet” as I take a breath, wanting to rub my tits to try and get some of the soreness to lessen but not wanting you to think I am hurting. Looking down I see my tits, red, swollen, bruised but still not sagging too badly. My nipples poking out in challenge. Looking at yours they seem more swollen and red with several obvious abrasions.

“Get up or say it” I sneer.