When I woke up, I noticed the light on in the kitchen. Tiffany was gone, and I heard a bit of rustling. I shook the sleep from my eyes and wandered into the kitchen, where Tiffany was pulling on a t-shirt over her head. Her brown hair was wet, and the purple shirt slid down her smooth shoulders and over her bare breasts. She obviously heard me and turned around. Her jiggling boobs snapped into place under the shirt and she smiled at me, obviously tired. She held up the flash drive with the video of Connie and Dan's humiliation.
"I need to show this to Michelle, and she's made it pretty plain that my conditions are completely binding," she said wearily, motioning to her nipples, easily seen through the bra less clothes. "No matter the circumstance," she added. I saw her show a bit of a grin. "Not that I hear you putting up much resistance to the idea," she said.
I shrugged. "I try not to stay in the way of sorority business," I offered. Tiff rolled her eyes.
"Unless it involves one of my sorority sisters servicing you," she said bluntly. I nodded smiling widely.
"I'd hate you if you hadn't done so many wonderful things to me last night," she said, stepping close to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Are you going to be around when I get back?"
"I've got to run to the store, but I should be around later," I said.
"Good. I want to let you know about anything I learn. And don't be surprised if I'm not alone when I come home," she added. I grinned and she couldn't hide the smile on her face.
"I actually just told you that so you wouldn't be half-naked on the couch watching porn," she said, rolling her eyes.
"So if there's no porn, I can be half-naked?" I asked. Tiffany flipped me off, but she and I both knew I'd be busy either cleaning up or making dinner. Or studying, I thought, wearily eyeing the stack of books that awaited some reading. She leaned in to kiss me, and I reached up to cup her left breast through her shirt. She froze for a moment, then relaxed against me.
"I just showered," she said, but did nothing to remove my hand from her round boob. I kissed her again and smiled.
"Just wanted to let you know how I feel," I offered, winking.
"You just wanted me to know how you feel me up," she corrected, and we both laughed.
"I'll be back later," she promised. My morning consisted of me having breakfast, cleaning, and studying until I heard the key in the door. When I looked up, it was just past noon, which meant I'd been studying for two hours straight. Closing the book with the thought I'd spent sufficient time getting absolutely nothing from it, I stood up to see if Tiff needed help in. Instead, she threw open the door and strode in, her thick boobs bouncing.
Behind her was her rival/sextoy/partner. The relationship between Tiffany and Sabrina was by Tiff's own admission complicated, and I realized that Sabrina and I hadn't ironed out a date for our lunch. I moved to the kitchen and began making some lunch for the two girls. I realized that they probably had something going on and I wanted to be out of the way.
I texted "Boobs Now" to Kara in between making quick sandwiches. Kara immediately texted "Watched the vid?"
"Yeah," I wrote back. "Now show me your oversized udders." I put my phone in my pocket and served the two women sandwiches. I couldn't help but notice that while Tiffany was wearing the purple t-shirt she'd put on earlier, Sabrina was wearing a light blue shirt. I could easily see the black-haired girl's nipples under the thin fabric. I felt my eyes get stuck on her protruding nips. I set the sandwiches down and went back for two glasses of water. When I came back, both women were eating hungrily.
"Great sandwich, babe," Tiffany said. She drank deeply from the glass of water.
"It is," Sabrina acknowledged. "No wonder she's so keen on keeping you around," the black-haired girl teased. Tiff grinned.
"Hey Jon. Thanks for the sandwiches." Tiff took a slow tongue-y bite of her lunch. Sabrina's eyes widened, and she grimaced.
"What the hell, Tiff?" she finally asked.
"There isn't really a sexy way to eat a sandwich," Tiff decided, and we all chuckled.
"So what's up?" I asked. Both women looked at me for a moment as their smiles faded. Tiff looked sideways at Sabrina and shrugged.
"Fuck it," Tiff said. "Michelle wants us to keep this as secret as possible, but you don't tend to share secrets, and I wouldn't mind you knowing. Sabrina and I have decided, in the interest of our pledges that we need to exact some revenge on these Hooter whores."
"We'll teach them that they can't do that to our pledges," Sabrina said, shaking her head in seeming disbelief.
"Only we can do that to our pledges," Tiff replied, and the two girls high-fived each other. I couldn't help thinking for just a moment of Tiffany and Sabrina dominating Connie. Then I imagined Dan and cursed my imagination.
"So we're going to completely disregard any orders from above and risk Tiff getting put onto one of those public disgrace websites by going after one of the Hooter Girls," Sabrina said. Tiff laughed and winked at me.
"Plus, we have some unfinished business with our pledges this weekend," Tiff added. "Which you will get to see. This Friday night." Sabrina looked at Tiffany with an even look that I couldn't judge. We ate the rest of the meal over some small talk, especially about school. Throughout the conversation, Sabrina looked at both me and Tiffany with the same observational gaze.
When we finished lunch, I cleaned up the dishes and came back to the table. This time, Tiffany and Sabrina had a binder between them, each with a name on the top.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Just trying to figure out the best way to get our revenge," Tiff said, her voice light. "You?" Sabrina chuckled, and I shook my head.
"What kind of revenge?" I asked.
"Well, it can't be too public," Sabrina noted. "Otherwise Michelle will own our asses. Well, mine, too," she said, smirking at Tiffany. Tiffany rolled her eyes. Sabrina looked back to me "But we'll still need to go to Hooters to pick one of the girls to pull our revenge," she added. "So we just need to pick which big-tit tip magnet we can rope into challenging Tiff before the tournament. When we'll pay them back even more."
"Sounds simple," I shrugged.
"Yeah, but we can't really leave any evidence around. Otherwise Michelle finds out. So we were going to bring her back here," Tiffany said. "Where you may or may not be able to participate in the abject humiliation of the Hooter whores," she added with a tight smile.
"When were you thinking of going?" I asked.
"Right now," Sabrina said. "Well, after Tiff gets those put away," she continued, gesturing at Tiffany's nipples. Don't want to put anyone's eye out, do we? And Jon, if it comes to it, you're just the chauffeur. We have enough to worry about without Michelle finding out you're involved with something that shouldn't be happening in the first place." I looked again at Sabrina, and let my eyes wander to her chest. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra now, and as she'd sat down, her pose had pushed her firm boobs against the shirt even more closely. She shifted slightly, sending them to quiver on the table.
"Wow, Jon. After what Tiff told me about last night, I'm amazed you're even interested in staring at my tits," Sabrina said. "I figured you'd be spent."
"You'd probably be surprised," I said without thinking. Sabrina laughed.
"Just teasing," she promised. "I've been there," she reminded me. I flushed, and glanced at Tiffany who had watched the exchange carefully, her expression neutral. Sabrina glanced at Tiffany and shrugged.
"You ready to go trash some trash?" Sabrina asked her. Tiff's eyes lit up and both women grabbed their coats. I grabbed the keys and we made our way to the restaurant.
Shelby was working again, and I made a point of glancing continually at her cleavage, fortified by both her bra and her tank top. The excited blonde jumped up when we came in, sending her contained boobs to shivering in her bra.
"We'd like Kara's table," Tiffany said. "If that is at all possible." Shelby nodded and something seemed to click when she heard Tiffany's voice. For the first time, the bubbly greeter went a bit cool.
"Right over here, Miss," Shelby said. While her demeanor would have been warm for nearly any other human being on the planet, for Shelby, it was a cold shoulder. I took one more look at her firm jugs before she walked back to her station. We only waited a few minutes before Kara came to take our orders, her soft tits bouncing in the useless bra. Her cleavage was deep as usual, and when she saw who we were, her face turned into a smirk.
"Wow," Kara said. "That didn't take long. What can I get you folks to drink?" We ordered our drinks.
"Will you have time to talk?" Tiffany asked.
"Sure. Give me a second," Kara nodded. "Talk about what?" she laughed as she walked away.
"Oh, I don't like new Kara," Tiffany said. "For more than one reason." I glanced around and caught view of Samantha, the thick titted girl who seemed to be outdone only by Tamera in the Hooter Girls' pecking order. I also caught Sydney, and nudged Tiffany to check out the blonde girl whose big, gorgeous jugs were dancing all over her chest. The blonde waved at Tiffany.
"You two know each other?" I asked.
"Yeah... Who do you think sold her that cheap flimsy bra?" Tiffany asked. "Just like Kara and that Asian bimbo," she added. Sabrina rolled her eyes, but I could tell from the slight grin that she and Tiffany had the same thought about the weaker-titted girls. Both of them had taken on a predatory look as they compared themselves to the waitresses. Not surprisingly, Tiffany and Sabrina couldn’t find a Hooter girl whose tits could theoretically could hold up to either of them.
Soon Kara came back, and she leaned over to dangle her cleavage in front of us. "So... what's up?" she asked, giggling.
"First, get those on the table," Tiffany said, and there was no mistaking the tone of command in her voice, softly though she said it. Kara's eyes narrowed, but we watched as she leaned over, letting her tits slide over the surface of the table. The tips of her dangling jugs were just touching the table as Tiffany nodded. "Better."
"We want a Beta O – Hooters rematch. Different girls. Same stakes. I know you have to clear it with your better," Tiffany said, pointing at the table.
"Isn't that you?" Sabrina asked, looking at Tiffany. Kara's face twitched, but she said nothing.
"In almost every conceivable way," Tiffany nodded. Kara flashed an angry eye toward them and Tiff stared her down. Kara broke the stare by rolling her eyes.
"After that video, I'm going to take a few shots, Kara. And you can tell your queen bitch that she can expect some of the same treatment that you doled out."
"That was between Tamera and Connie..." Kara started
"And when you included my brother, you made it a bit more personal. So find someone that one of us," she said, motioning between she and Sabrina "can take on. And, Kara. If you don't, I'll be inclined to take it out on you," she added. Kara swallowed, her tits wobbling slightly.
"You enjoyed the last video with Dan and Connie in it" Kara said with a smirk. My eyes widened, but Tiffany glared at her.
"He wasn't tied up and his girlfriend wasn't gagged," Tiffany pointed out. "So we'll be getting that rematch now," she hissed.
"About that," a crisp, familiar voice came in. Tiffany's eyes narrowed but she turned to see Michelle standing behind her.
"How about we just wait for the tournament?" Michelle said coolly. Tiffany and Sabrina gave a heavy sigh as they realized they'd been caught. "I warned you girls," the senior girl said crisply. Kara snickered as she realized what was going on.
"Oh, I don't think you have much to be laughing about," Michelle snapped and then pointedly glared at the busty brunette’s nametag. "Kara." Michelle kept her eyes on Kara's cleavage for just a moment before she finished her thought eye to eye. "When Tiffany beats Tamera, and you go down, along with the rest of your bimbos, don't think we won't remember what you did to our girl here. And since this whole thing is her affair, I can only imagine what payment she's going to have in store."
Tiffany glowered at Kara, but nodded her deference to Michelle. "Fine. She's off the hook for now," Tiffany said decisively.
"And..." Michelle said, like a disapproving parent.
"And we'll wait for the tournament," Tiffany said. Michelle nodded.
"Good. I'll let you two order your meal," she said. She glanced at me. "You're making me very nervous, Jon," she said calmly. "I do hope you weren't involved in this revenge plot." I smiled as coolly as I could at her. "Bye ladies. Bye Kara."
Kara's mouth was agape, the smile completely gone. We ordered, slowly to let Kara's tits dangle some more. As the brunette slid her tits off the table, they swung until she stood, where they bounced pleasantly as she walked away.
"Fuck," Tiffany muttered. "And at Hooters. I'm willing to bet half the girls saw it, and some of those heard it," she said.
"You know, I thought she was just a bit bitchy," Sabrina said, twirling her straw in her drink. "Now I'm with you. She's a bitch."
"I feel bad for our pledges," Tiffany said as we waited for our food. "Because I'm pissed. And I know they're going to take the brunt of it." Sabrina laughed and soon both girls were smiling. I felt my phone go off and pulled it out to look at the message. Kara's hanging jugs greeted me, and I smiled. I showed the girls and Tiffany grinned. Sabrina commented on the sagginess of Kara's jugs.
"Looks like we might have scared her a bit. Great service. We should tip her well. Jon, will you tip Kara?" I chuckled as I caught what she was going for.
Kara came back with the food fairly quickly, setting down the food, then plopping her huge jugs onto the table. "Is there anything else I can get you?" she asked. Tiffany smiled and shook her head. Sabrina looked at Kara's cleavage until it got just to an uncomfortable pause.
"I'm good. Just... pull them off the table slowly, ok?" Sabrina said. Kara rolled her eyes, but did what she asked, and her left breast flopped down first followed by the right, by less than a second later. The three of us watched as her tits bounced and shook, but said nothing as she stood.
We ate and chatted, though we all heard the whispers begin. They got louder and louder, until the two girls were ready to go. When Kara came by to collect the check, she squatted and hefted her thick jugs onto the table. She asked about the service, and was genuinely warm.
"I've got your tip," I told Kara. Kara looked at me with a question in her eyes. She looked at Tiffany and Sabrina, but found no answers there. She shrugged. I pulled out the folded twenty and teased the folded edge into her cleavage until I felt resistance. Kara's eyes widened as I left the bill there.
"Thanks for everything," I told her. Kara groaned as I tapped the bill, sending the barest of wobbles through her big jugs. I handed her the rest of the money for the meal in the tray she'd brought. She looked up at me as I stood, and I loved the view of her displaced tits holding the twenty dollars. Tiff and Sabrina laughed as we left Kara's huge tits laid out. "I hope you enjoy that pose, Kara," Sabrina said.
Tiffany laughed in her agreement. "I’m sure she’s used to being on her knees by now," my fiancée added.
When we got into the car, the laughter stopped.
"Son of a bitch!" Tiffany shouted, leaning forward to hold her head in her hands. "I am going to get Kara and Darla for that fucking video, after I get Tamera for ordering that submissive tit-show to do it in the first place! Then I am going to destroy Michelle after the fundraiser." Sabrina and I sat in silence for a moment. It was still silent halfway home when Tiffany softly said "I'm sorry."
We assured her we understood, but I saw Sabrina being strangely quiet. I dropped Sabrina off at the sorority house and took Tiffany home.
When we got in, I made sure everything was locked up and moved into the kitchen. Tiffany was on the phone, whispering, and I respected her privacy as I made my way to the living room and pulled down a book I'd grabbed out of the used bin and began reading it. After just a few minutes, my gorgeous fiancée stepped back into the living room, her face still tightened with frustration. She sat down next to me, and I let my hand creep over to her shoulder to begin rubbing the tension away.
She sighed. "At least I get to come home to you," she said quietly. "That did not go well," she noted. "Although you shoving that bill in Kara's cleavage was a nice way to end the meal."
"I'd love to do that more often," I said hoping for a laugh. Instead, Tiffany gave me a malicious grin.
"If I get my way after we thrash the Hooter's sluts, you'll get to play a lot with Kara. Those two sluts are going to pay for the video, Michelle be damned." I felt her shoulder tighten and gently caressed her. She sighed and relaxed again.
"Sorry," she said again. "I really don't like Michelle," she said.
"I get that," I said. I continued to rub her shoulders and she sighed.
"I wish we could do more than wait. At least we'll have some quiet over spring break," Tiffany murmured. "All the girls except a few are heading out of the house. Even the girls staying usually stay to get some work done. Michelle's going on some ski trip with her parents. I'll have my hunky fiance all to myself," she sighed. I could tell she was trying to talk herself into letting things go, so I let her. "Just a month," she sighed, leaning her back into me. I tried to avoid staring down as she settled in. Her firm tits pressed gently against the bra, and I could see the seams gently denting her t-shirt.
She still had no idea that I was taking her on a cruise and that I had dreamed most of our time would be spent on the deck playing games and enjoying nice warm air.
But I knew that it was still a couple of weeks away. Beta O and the Hooter girls had some planning to do, as Tamera and Tiffany had at least agreed to keep civil until then to keep their girls in line. I knew Tamera was going to get an earful about Connie. I also knew I'd never hear what she said.
But that night, Tiff seemed perfectly happy to sit with me on the couch. We watched a movie, ate some popcorn and generally just relaxed. We both plowed through our studies, and broke off every now and then to chat.
Sabrina sent a text that both of us got, asking if lunch tomorrow would be okay. Tiffany nodded. I could tell the text had in it more than just a lunch request. Tiffany saw the look on my face and smiled.
"She really is trying to make sense of all this. And she doesn't have anyone besides me to bounce things off. I'm not always the best listener," Tiff admitted. "But you are. So I suggested that you two have lunch."
I texted back to everyone that lunch tomorrow was fine. Sabrina responded with a quick "cool," and I set the phone down
Tiffany leaned over and kissed my neck. I turned to her, and she looked at me with promise in her eyes.
"Of course I don't want you going to lunch with her all pent up and wanting," she murmured. "Maybe I'll take it on myself to relive some of the pressure for you," she offered. I felt my pulse quicken. Part of me wanted to tell her that I'd be fine, but I ignored it as Tiffany slid over me, her bust trailing over my chest as she moved to kiss me.
When we both woke up the next morning, we rushed to get ready for school. After a pretty standard day of classes, I walked to the little cafe for lunch with Sabrina.
Sabrina was sitting in a corner, out of the way, and sipping on a glass of water when I came in. She smiled warmly when she saw me, and I walked over. A few people looked toward , but no one said anything. Curious as to the reaction of the neighboring patrons, I turned my gaze to the black haired woman in front of me.
She really was a match for Tiffany in so many ways. They were the same height, and while Sabrina's hair was darker, it was often cut in a similar fashion, at least around the same length. Their wardrobe was different enough, though in certain circumstances, I knew that either would wear the other's clothes. Today was no exception. While Tiffany had no problem wearing v-neck t-shirts around, Sabrina was wearing one at the table, and as I sat she leaned in. I didn't try to hide my stare as I watched her breasts shake slightly. They were pushed together by the slim bra she'd chosen, but her cleavage didn't need much help. I felt a stirring and tried to quell it as I pulled my eyes to her face.
"Normally, I'd not embarrass a guy on a lunch date," she purred. "But this isn't really a date, is it, Jon?" Her voice was barely over a whisper. I looked at her curiously. "Don't play dumb, Jon," she snapped suddenly.
"I'm not playing," I said. I realized what I said just before Sabrina's face turned into a wicked sneer.
"Well, Tiffany always liked them a little more pliable," she laughed. "And you fit that bill," she said. I felt my blood begin to get a bit hot. Sabrina rolled her eyes.
"It's so easy to get you going," she sighed. "Takes all the fun out of it. Look, you and Tiff both want me to tell you what's up with us," she said, moving her index finger between us, back and forth. "I imagine that it's more than just my irresistible tits."
"I've got Tiff," I said coolly. I saw her eyes flash for moment. She leaned forward again, this time gently squeezing her big boobs between her arms, managing to do it so it was only obvious to me. I let my eyes linger on her deep cleavage, marveling at the comparison to .
"So you do," she murmured. "And because of that, sometimes you get me," she said, her eyes twinkling. "I bet those times stay on your mind," she purred. "They certainly don't stray far for me." She leaned back as the waitress came by to take our order. The server was a short, slender blonde girl, sporting the button up blouse and mid-thigh skirt that was customary in the cafe. She took our order quickly, then left.
"Well, well," Sabrina said, her voice one of mild surprise. "You didn't try to look down her shirt once." She made the barest motion of applause.
"But you did not come here to be praised for keeping your eyes off a young girl's body," she said. She leaned in again, this time settling her big tits on the table. I swallowed as her tits wobbled slightly, despite her supportive bra. "You came here to find out why you and I have such a strange little relationship," she said. She took a quick glance around and cupped her heavy tits from below. She dropped them on the table with a soft thud. I felt myself get lost for a moment and only Sabrina's contained chuckle pulled my eyes to her face.
"You still like them," she teased. "They match up pretty well to your girl's thick tits, don't they?" she asked. I nodded, blushing.
"What are you up to?" I asked. She grinned. She took a deep breath.
"I'm explaining to you why our relationship is a tit... I mean a bit," she corrected herself with a wink, "strained." She leaned back, letting her tits drop off the cafe table. My eyes followed the interior curves of her breasts as they shook in her bra. when I looked at Sabrina's face she was grinning.
"Why do you like Tiffany so much?" she asked. "Is it just her winning tits?"
"No," I said firmly. "She's smart and funny," I said. I'd had the conversation with myself early in our dating life. "I like her control in her life," I added.
"Unless it's you ordering her to her knees," she pointed out. She shook her head, smiling. "Sorry, couldn't help it," she added.
I made a laundry list of my favorite characteristics. Sabrina listened patiently the rest of the time, and I stopped when the waitress brought my sandwich. Sabrina had a salad. We agreed to eat in relative silence. When we both finished, the waitress assured us we could stay. I made a mental note to tip her well.
"Those are a lot of good qualities. And I'm not being a bitch here, but are there any negatives to dating her, or do those blowjobs she keeps giving away like candy make it a moot point?" she asked. I felt my anger rise, and Sabrina shrugged.
"Don't get pissy at me, Jon. You're the one getting amazing head. I know what she can do with that tongue," she added.
I thought for a moment, trying to be honest. I couldn't think of any, and told her so. Sabrina nodded.
"She sounds perfect," Sabrina said. "Can I be honest?" she asked. I nodded. "Tiffany's kind of a bitch," she said bluntly. "She's a great queen, because at the house, she was a perfect diva. Her way or the highway. The worst part was she could back it up. It felt good to crush her tits, Jon, because she lorded them over us. Then you got involved," she said. "That's where things got a bit weird.
"What are the normal stakes between me and Tiffany now, Jon?" she asked. I thought and she shook her head. "Don't overthink it — sexual mastery. Tiff owns me right now. So it's not a surprise if I go over there and eat your girlfriend's sweet pussy. The last time she just rode my face," she added. I realized she saw what her lewd talk was doing. She gave me a quick innocent pout. "But you're part of the stakes now. Do you know why?" she asked.
"Because you should have been the first time. When I beat Tiff, do you know what I was expecting?" I shrugged, though something in her tone had changed from teasing to wry recollection.
"Honestly, you," she said. "At least for a night or a bit of a run. But you never called," she teased. "But it hurt. I thought 'if not the tits, then what?'" I paused.
"Tiff's always had a bit of a leg up on me, Jon. Now of course, it's a bit more literal. Especially in bed," she teased. I groaned as I felt myself stiffen even more. "She got better grades, her family had more money. These aren't judgments, Jon, just facts. She usually got the guy in the end. I kept working and wondering why she was always just a step ahead.
"Then I got her. In front of her boyfriend, on camera, I flattened Tiff's big jugs. And everyone in the sorority knew it. And I kept on her for it. I loved having that dominant spot. But she still got the guy. You're not the issue between me and Tiff. I love her like a sister, but she owns me like a big sister. I have my moments, but she's got it all. Is this making any sense?"
"You're jealous of Tiff?" I asked. Sabrina's eyes narrowed, but relaxed as she shrugged.
"Of course," she sighed. "Wouldn't you be? She's got the grades, the guys, and yes, even the girls. There are girls in that sorority who would follow her to the edge of the world and jump. So yes, I'm a bit jealous. You're a constant reminder that I lost something to Tiff, that I should have won. And before you get all abstract, I know you were never a 'prize.' But you're still with her. I'm doing my best, Jon, to be civil and even get over it. But you said you wanted to know why. Now you do." The waitress came with the check and I picked it up. Sabrina looked at me and I shrugged.
"You know I'm fully capable of paying for that, right?" she asked. I nodded, unsure of how to respond. Her tone seemed annoyed.
"You've got a bit of a hero thing, don't you?" she asked. She leaned forward, and despite the sudden intensity of the conversation, my eyes fell to her bulging cleavage. Sabrina giggled and then cupped her tits again. She set them down on the table. "You really can't resist them, can you?" she laughed. "I'll say this, Jon. You do make a girl feel hot. At least her tits," she mused. "Thanks for lunch."
I paid the check and followed Sabrina out. "Can I ask one question for you to think about?" she asked. I nodded. "She's always just a step ahead of me, Jon," she said. She suddenly leaned in close, wrapping her arm around my waist. Her tits compressed against my chest. "What does Tiffany have that I don't?" Sabrina's hands lightly brushed against my crotch. "Think about it, if you would, and let me know."
I sighed as she broke the embrace, and soon disappeared into her small blue sedan.
I walked out, wondering what to make of the meeting with Sabrina.
While the meeting was on my mind, I had to turn to school. Things were already picking up, and spring break seemed to
force every class to try and cram a bunch in the month of the break. I had tests in every class over the next two weeks, and at least two projects.
Tiffany was in the same boat, and because we both had a lot going on, we only briefly discussed the meeting with Sabrina. I'd hoped for more, but as the fundraiser drew closer, more and more meetings were happening. Many of our nights were spent studying in the living room together. The next fight, Tiffany told me, was the final titfight hazing for the pledges.
"And of course you'll be there," she promised the Thursday before the fight. "We wouldn't want you to miss all the drama surrounding Michelle and her treat for me," she said. She rolled her eyes, but looked into a black notebook that I knew was for sorority stuff. "I wish I could, Jon," she said as she saw the look in my eyes. "I just have another meeting," she muttered, the frustration apparent in her voice and the way she clenched the notebook.
I moved to her and rubbed her shoulders. She sighed, then moaned as she let her head fall back. "I could let you do this for hours," she murmured. I stepped behind her and kissed her neck gently. Tiffany sighed. "And that." I loved that I was helping her relax, but soon she pulled away. "Can't be late, baby," she said. She kissed my cheek and grabbed her things.
I let myself work through the frustration. Because the last two weeks had been busy in classes, I had plenty to take my mind off of things. But when Tiffany came home, she had the biggest grin on her face. I smiled to see her happy, and asked why.
"I got a big sponsor for the fundraiser. A local radio station manager said yes, and I only had to blow him once," she said triumphantly. I gave her my not funny look and she stuck her tongue out. "Fine," she said. "Twice."
I couldn't help but grin, and she ran into my arms. "I'm actually doing it, Jon. I'm getting this thing together. That should take care of some of the fund raising. Tomorrow night, you and I get to watch a couple of titfights, and minus Michelle making use of me during the event, we'll be all set with the freshman. I'll be able to get home and focus on schoolwork. And my future husband," she added slowly. Her hands rose to my chest, "Whom I can't wait to have all to myself," she added. I smiled at her and kissed her gently. She sighed.
"Now we just have to figure out the logistics of this thing. But first, we'll take a bit of a break so we can get ready for tomorrow. Up for a movie?" she asked, hopefully. I laughed. We ordered a pizza and enjoyed a slasher flick, and Tiffany broke down how all the nude girls' boobs would break against hers in a fight. She smiled as she saw me getting turned on about midway through the movie, and made several comments about how hot it would be to show me how easily she could flatten them. As the movie ended, though, she simply whispered, "Good night," and got ready for bed. Despite my frustration, I let my girl play the tease. It usually meant a big reward.
The next morning didn't start out great for me. Tiffany had run to the gym early so she could spend her non-class time getting ready for the fights that night. I spilled the cup of coffee all over my shirt, and had three consecutive pop quizzes. I tried to keep a positive outlook, looking forward to seeing some good fights, but by lunch I was in a pretty dark mood.
I saw Amanda sitting in the cafeteria again, and smiled. She nodded and motioned for me to sit down with her. She grinned shyly at me as I sat down.
"How's things?" she asked. I told her about my morning, and she sighed sympathetically.
"You?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Her brown eyes sparkled as she began telling me all about her fight with Connie. She paused mid ramble and said "Oh I'm sorry, I know you two are friends," she said after a particularly snarky comment. She turned to take a sip of her drink and as she did, her low-cut shirt slid over her bra-clad left breast just enough to catch my attention. I wondered how the fight would go. Connie had some impressive wins, and Amanda hadn't really lit up the place as a titfighter.
As Amanda turned back to me she smiled. "I'm glad some of the awkwardness is gone," she said carefully. I could tell she was trying not to trip over her words. "Are you going to be at the fights?" she asked. I nodded. Amanda smiled and then looked at her phone. "Oops!" she said. I realized as I looked at my phone that we'd been talking for about half an hour. It was almost time for the next class. While I didn't have one, Amanda obviously did.
"See you tonight, Jon," she said. She pushed back out of her chair and scrambled away. I cleaned up the table and turned to leave. The chat with Amanda had raised my spirits quite a bit so I was smiling by the time I made my way to work. Work with my dad hadn't become as routine as I thought it might. Different boxes and different tasks. Dad had even started showing me how to log the inventory so he could go home earlier.
I had just enough time to shower before the fights. Tiffany had texted me saying she would meet me there about half an hour before the fights started. When I got there, quite a few people had already arrived, and I realized that like many of the events that the sorority would host that the other events were part of a larger event. Among a large group of the Beta Omega girls were Connie, Amanda, Tanya, and Teresa. As a group they were greeting each elder sister that came down by singing a song. I snorted, but said nothing as I heard them fit Tiffany and Sabrina into the same song.
Michelle came down last and took a position right next to my girlfriend. Sabrina stood on the other side of Tiffany, and my mind slid back to lunch. One step away from the leader, I thought. I let my eyes linger on my fiancée's friend and rival for a moment. She'd unsurprisingly changed into a deep blue button up blouse, carefully revealing just a hint of her inviting cleavage. She was intent on Michelle and the freshmen, so she didn't see me staring.
My girlfriend was dressed a bit differently, and I sighed as I realized Michelle was playing her game again. Tiffany was wearing a gray t-shirt about a size or two too small. Her big tits were pushing against it, outlining her hard nipples. Michelle's left arm was draped over Tiffany's shoulders, and while anyone looking would likely think it was a casual pose, I watched as Michelle continually rubbed the back of her hand against my girl's thick boob. Every time she did, Tiffany's left nipple came back to life. Tiffany shifted a few times, but Michelle's hand remained insistent.
The ceremony was quick, about ten minutes, and they introduced the freshman class.
"We're very excited to have these girls add a new outlook on Beta O's future," Michelle said diplomatically. "But most of you are here for the food! Get the party started!"
The party began in earnest, and only after I saw a few people shake hands did I realize that the party was essentially a confirmation of the pledges joining the sorority. Most of the Greek organizations from campus had made their way, either with a few ambassadors, or in the case of the DIKs the entire frat. Soon music was blasting, and Tiffany made her way to me.
"Hey lover," she whispered. "Michelle's been all over me in the private meeting. Every girl in the sorority can probably recall how my tits bounce now," she said. She kissed me quickly then brought me up to Cassie.
I was caught off guard when the two girls started dancing around me, and soon enough I joined in. After probably ten minutes, a gong sounded.
"Freshmen to your places," a voice thundered over a speaker. I turned to see Sabrina holding a microphone. "It is time." The whole room went dark for a moment, and suddenly eight glowing shirts turned up. Four went up the stairs, and four went toward the basement.
"You know where we're going," Tiffany said. I laughed and followed them to the door. The lights came on with the music, but by that point we were going down the stairs. My hand was all over her hips as we walked, and soon we were in the familiar room beneath the sorority.
This time felt much different, though. The lights were low, and each of the girls scheduled to fight were standing on the mat, facing Michelle. Michelle rolled her eyes when she saw me enter, and I winked and waved. She shot me a withering glare, and I took the opportunity to look her over. She was fit, and she was wearing an outfit to prove it. Her shirt flared out just below her ample breasts, revealing her toned midriff. While the shirt's pleats disguised any undergarment, I was willing to bet she was braless, her firm jugs pushing out against the snug shirt. I felt my already overactive imagination go into overdrive, and I took a deep breath to calm down.
Tiffany stuck me in the third row, but I had a good view of the mat. She looked at me and winked before striding up to stand next to Michelle. Sabrina stood on the other side of her, and I remembered that while Tiffany was formally the assistant for the recruiting, she had much more power than Sabrina. Michelle eyed the crowd and took a step forward, turning to the crowd.
"Welcome all, as we finalize our pledge's commitment to Beta Omega Omega Beta. These four have worked hard to prove themselves worthy, doing all we have asked, and we are honored to deliver them the opportunity for advancement. Amanda, please step forward." The young blonde did so, her t-shirt hugging the sides of her breasts. They bounced slightly as she moved, and her sweatpants didn't highlight any of the work I knew she had done. She looked nervous as she looked at Michelle, to her credit was smiling warmly, a sight I was not familiar with.
"Amanda, do you pledge your life to Beta O? To honor your agreements with your sisters and your sorority. To never betray our values or our secrets? And as you are part of our special sisterhood, to honor each challenge and its stakes?" Amanda nodded, and her voice was clear.
"I do," she said.
"Then prove tonight that commitment. You'll fight Connie according to our time honored traditions. No stakes this evening ladies," Michelle reminded them firmly. Amanda looked relieved. I sighed. Amanda wasn't always that successful in her fights, and I really didn't see Connie taking it easy. The latter had taken the fight to my girlfriend, and Amanda hadn't held up as well. I'd been surprised at fights before, but I thought I had this one right.
Michelle went through the same sort of discussion with each of the girls, and while her voice and eyes were warm, her stance was stiff. Each girl looked ready, and Michelle, Tiffany and Sabrina took seats on the right of the mats. Within a second of sitting down, Michelle had begun plucking at Tiffany's nipples, and Sabrina shook her head as she tried to remain focused on the fight about to start.
Amanda and Connie pulled off their shirt simultaneously and I stifled a groan. Both blondes were fit, and while Connie was thicker, her muscles were less defined than the slender blonde with whom I'd become very familiar the previous semester. Amanda's lithe body was lined with definition, and while her tits were both smaller and softer looking, her rosy red nipples were hard and stiff. Amanda's boobs jiggled gently as she moved into position, and I shook my head to focus. I turned to my best friend's girlfriend as Connie cupped her heavier, firmer looking tits. Her brownish-reddish nipples were being pulled into full hardness by the Hooter girl. I wondered how Connie was balancing her treatment at the hands of the Hooter girls and her pledging duties.
I had little time to consider as the two girls pushed toward each other. Connie smiled at Amanda, but neither of the young girls said anything. Amanda struck first, slamming herself forward, and I realized that Amanda had an advantage — speed. The smaller girl's tits smacked into Connie's larger orbs, and waves of flesh rolled away from each other. I winced a bit at the slapping noise. Connie grunted and stepped back, which was seemingly what Amanda wanted. Amanda slid forward, this time bringing her young tits into Connie's big boobs from below, her own boobs flattening as they careened into the underside of the Hooter girl's globes.
But Connie seemed to get the brunt of the damage, and her face coiled in discomfort and frustration. I wondered if she thought, as I did, that Amanda wouldn't be able to do much. Connie finally regained some composure, and swung her own thick boobs at Amanda. Amanda darted down, pulling her tits away from Connie's. I watched with some glee as Connie's heavy jugs elongated before they clapped down against her ribs, missing Amanda's pair completely. Amanda's tits seemed to appear from nowhere, crashing into Connie's boobs from the left.
*
Amanda dragged her tits over Connie's, and the breasts' flesh compressed and condensed between the two women. Judging from the amount of displaced breast, Connie's tits were the firmer, as Amanda's slid up and over. But the look on both women's faces indicated that the move was uncomfortable. Connie thrust forward, pushing her tits further, but Amanda scooted back, avoiding the brunt of the impact.
*
"Yeah, I'd move, Mandy. I felt your sloppy tits bending over mine. I wish they were bigger so I could feed them to you after they're flattened," Connie laughed. Amanda smirked.
*
"With those lumbering sacks? Fee fi fo fum, I've got big tits, but I'm really dumb!" Amanda shouted, slamming forward. Connie grunted again as the shot from Amanda sent her big jugs quivering over her chest. I did notice that the impact also sent shockwaves over Amanda's tits, and saw the smaller girl's face tighten for just a moment. Connie swung back this time from the left, and Amanda dipped her shoulder so the blonde's big jugs scraped across her left arm. Amanda sneered as she felt the barest contact with Connie's nipple dragging across the exterior of her exposed tits.
*
Both women's chests were reddening under the bright lights. the constant contact seemed more apparent on Connie's expansive jugs. Both women's nipples were stiff as boards from the constant stimulation, though Amanda's tips were slightly smaller. Part of me wished I'd seen a nipple fight, though it looks like Connie might have won that contest as well.
*
Of course, I reminded myself, Amanda was holding her own. Her strategy seemed sound. She was peppering Connie's thick, dense jugs with slaps and jabs, then moving away before Connie could strike back. Connie tried again, but this time Amanda stepped to the side as the Hooter girl slammed forward Amanda twisted her hips, adding more torque to a direct hit on Connie's right tit.
*
"I am going to slap your tits off your chest," Amanda said, smiling.
*
"I am going to make sure that no one can tell what those annoying little mosquito tits of yours. They bite, but they don't do any real damage," Connie laughed.
*
Amanda's anger was palpable, but she kept a cool head. Connie swung, maybe hoping that she'd taken Amanda off her game, but Amanda's uppercut blow sent Connie's full tits up toward her face.
*
"Fuuucck," Connie groaned. I leaned forward as Amanda landed another blow, slapping Connie's tits around.
*
"They really are good punching bags. Quite the workout. Can you stop by every other day so I can stay in shape?" Amanda asked. A sheen of sweat was making Amanda's skin glow, despite the red splotches on her tits.
*
"I'm going to break you," Connie promised. She swung again, and her big boobs slapped into her side after another miss.
*
"How about I just let you flatten your own tits?" Amanda asked, laughing. Another stinging shot made Connie winced again as her jugs shook on her chest.
*
I glanced at Tiffany and felt my face fall. Michelle was seated between Sabrina and Tiffany. The latter was on Michelle's left, and her t-shirt had been pulled up to expose her right breast. Michelle absentmindedly bounced my Tiff's breast as Connie and Amanda went at it on the mat. I pulled my eye from Tiff's bouncing tit to her face. My fiancée was flushed with embarrassment.
*
A loud smack made me turn back to the fight. Connie was grimacing as Amanda grabbed her shoulders. With a surprising frequency, Amanda was slamming her boobs into Connie's alternating with a flurry of lefts and rights. Connie's tits quivered on her chest, and her breath was a giant moan.
*
Amanda pulled back, breathing heavily. "Ready to give?" Amanda asked.
*
Connie's thick tits were red, and I'm sure Dan would get an up close of some bruised tits. Connie stepped back and shook her head.
*
"You got some game, Mandy," Connie said. Connie's hands flashed out and grabbed the smaller woman by the arms. Connie slammed forward, mashing her larger tits into Amanda's smaller jugs. Amanda groaned as Connie's firm tits flattened at the point of impact, and in doing so displaced Amanda's tits, sending a splash of her titflesh out. When Connie pulled away Amanda's jugs regained their form, but the blow had taken something out of Amanda's fight.
*
She struggled against Connie's grip, trying to slide out, and when Connie slammed forward again, could not slip to the side as she had before. Amanda groaned as she felt Connie's larger, heavier breasts invade her space, and I couldn't help but watch Amanda's boobs make space for the trespassing pair. Amanda struggled, but Connie kept her grip. The latter dipped her shoulder and dragged her larger rack from below, pushing Amanda's tits up. But the Hooter girl kept her breasts below Amanda's.
*
"Look at them. I hope I'm helping, giving them a break. I can't imagine they're doing much to make you tired. I can barely feel them," Connie said with a snort. She pulled away and let Amanda's tits fall to her chest with a dull thud. Amanda winced as her tits came crashing down. "You've got some fight, Mandy," Connie said, smiling. "But I've got the tits."
*
Amanda slammed forward, trapped though she was, and Connie grunted in surprise. Both pairs of breasts splashed outward, and while Amanda's moved more, the move caught Connie off guard. Amanda was able to escape, and I marveled at her resilience. She went on the attack again, hitting two more shots that sent Connie's big jugs flopping over her chest.
*
"Stay still," Connie muttered, caressing her sore boobs.
*
"How about no," Amanda laughed. I had no doubt that Amanda's tits were going to be bruised. They looked to be in worse shape than Connie's now. The compression from the larger pair seemed to have done a bit more damage. Amanda landed another blow, this time coming from below, sending Connie's boobs up again. But this time, Connie wrapped her arms around Amanda's biceps and pulled the smaller-chested woman in.
*
The position that Connie was in held Amanda's tits under hers, and Connie pulled Amanda even closer when the latter began to struggle.
*
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this, you soft-titted snake," Connie hissed. "Feel those big tits on top of yours?" Amanda groaned as Connie leaned over, and I licked my lips as my mouth went dry. Amanda was leaning backwards, and her boobs were being pushed out, both to the sides and toward her chin. Amanda groaned, but twisted her shoulders left and right as she felt herself losing her footing. Connie grunted.
*
"Fuck! Hold still," Connie muttered. I realized that while Amanda's tits were getting the worst of the exchange, she was still pushing her flesh against Connie's big boobs. Finally, Connie's arms slipped, and Amanda fell ass-first to the mat. Connie lunged, but Amanda rolled to the side and was up. This time, Amanda pounced, slamming her tits against Connie's once more.
*
"Uuunnnnh," Connie moaned, and she slowly fell backwards. I saw her try to take a deep breath and realized the blow had knocked the wind out of her. Amanda grinned and leaned over before she realized something was wrong.
*
"Oh fuck," Amanda said. She leaned over to see if her sister was okay, and stood to look at Michelle, Tiff, and Sabrina.
*
Michelle stood up and took two quick strides to help Connie sit up.
*
"She had the wind knocked out of her. You good, Connie?" Connie nodded. She was shaking the cobwebs from her head, I realized. Amanda looked concerned, but Michelle shrugged. She stood and moved away from the mat.
*
"Okay. Fight on, ladies," Michelle said.
*
Amanda offered Connie her hand, and Connie reached up in a flash, Amanda lunged forward, pinning Connie's wrist above her head.
*
"Shit!" Sabrina shouted. Many eyes from the crowd craned their neck toward the black-haired sorority sister.* Connie's eyes went wide as Amanda slid over her waist, straddling her. Connie's tits looked less impressive on her back, but they were still sizable mounds. As the smaller-breasted girl lorded her position over her, she felt Connie's legs begin bucking. Amanda grinned and slowly wound her athletic legs around Connie's in a grapevine. She managed to wrest Connie's other hand above her head, and I found myself amazed.
"Oh, Connie. Say goodbye to these oversized jugs," she laughed. With an audible crack, Amanda let her dangling jugs slam into Connie's prone pair. Connie grunted as Amanda began doing pushups, slamming down with every rise up. Connie was writing, twisting her hips, but Amanda had her completely trapped. Soon Connie no longer struggled, and groaned as she felt Amanda begin pulverizing her tits.
"How about just one at a time?" Amanda asked. She positioned her right tit above Connie's left and let fly, jerking her shoulder so her dangling breast slammed into Connie's helpless teat. Connie's breast crashed up, then sloped back down, wobbling from the impact. Amanda switched to the other side and alternated. I was amazed at Amanda's stamina, but Connie tried one more twist, a massive shift that nearly threw Amanda off.
Nearly. Amanda rode Connie like a pro, and soon Connie's tits were full once more of Amanda's smaller pair. My guess was that the air being bashed out of her lungs took a lot of the fight out of her. I didn't know if I was impressed with Amanda's instinct, or appalled by her bitchiness. Either way, Connie's tits were being crushed by the smaller pair.
"I give," Connie moaned. "You've got better tits, Amanda," she added. Amanda sighed, leaned back, and gently caressed the beaten breasts of her opponent. Connie sighed and Amanda stood. "You're a bitch, though," Connie said as she gathered her losing jugs in her arms to comfort them.
"But I'm the bitch on top," she said with a wicked grin. I looked at Tiffany, and my eyes widened. All pretense had been gone, and now, I was assuming at Michelle's direction, both Sabrina and Michelle were playing with my girlfriend's tits.
Michelle unceremoniously dropped the big breast she was playing with and stood.*
"Amanda wins. Well fought, both of you. Go get dressed and be back here in ten minutes to watch Teresa and Tanya face off."
I watched Amanda grin at Tiffany, Sabrina and Michelle as she walked off, and Connie stood, more angry now than pained.
"I want a rematch," she told the three girls seated. I realized as Connie glared at the women overseeing the fight that Connie's last contest had her big jugs tamed by the head Hooter Girl Tamera. That explained, I realized, why Connie had given up. Connie had taken a much heavier beating at the hands of my girlfriend the first time they'd fought.
The three girls looked at each other and shrugged.
"We'll talk later in the semester," Michelle said. Michelle, Tiff, and Sabrina all acted as though my fiancée's boobs weren't out in the open. Connie stomped toward the door, her own beaten tits shaking wildly on her chest. I knew I was staring, but Connie didn't acknowledge my leers as her jiggling flesh drew my attention the entire walk to the exit.
"We'll take a break. I'd ask that all people who aren't members of Beta O please leave as we discuss our pledges' future. And I avail myself of my prize here," she added, turning her stare to me. Tiffany's face fell, but she nodded at me as I sought her eyes for what she wanted.
She gave me a (false) assuring smile, so I left. I waited outside and I made sure I moved away from the door. I didn't want to hear anything that Michelle had planned for Tiffany.
Amanda found me first, and she grinned. She'd gotten dressed and thrown on an old t-shirt. Her tits pushed hard against the thin fabric of the shirt, and her nipples were still rock hard. I knew I was staring, but Amanda thrust her chest out, apparently proud of her assets.
"You enjoy the fight?" she asked. I grinned back.
"Yeah. Nice moves, Amanda," I said, meaning it. She laughed and gave her chest a good shake. I watched with what had to be a pretty blank stare as her impressive rack wobbled beneath her top.
"Those nice, too, Jon?" she asked, laughing as her tits settled back on her chest. The door opened and I walked in. At some point, Connie walked in behind me, and she sat at the back of the room. I glanced back, but her eyes were boring holes in Amanda, who had taken a seat near the front. I looked for Michelle, Tiff and Sabrina, but they hadn't made it back. Tanya and Teresa stood on the mat, each wearing a loose tank top. As the gathered crowd waited, I glanced at the competitors. I had seen a lot of Tanya's huge breasts. She had Kara by a cup size, and I felt myself grin as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
"Boobs now" I texted. I immediately followed it with a "working tonight?" and put my phone in my pocket. Just as I looked up, Sabrina came in. She stared directly at me and shrugged. I saw her suppress a grin. Michelle came in next, her hair wild and mussed. Her shirt was wrinkled and she had a smug grin on her face.
She took a second to blow me a kiss and I felt my blood begin to boil. Tiffany came in last, carrying her shirt. My girl's heavy tits bounced with each step, and I saw on her face a mix of exhaustion and humiliation. They sat back in their respective chairs, and Michelle slapped Tiffany's tit. Tiffany barely responded, and I clenched my fist and took a deep breath to control myself.
I looked over just in time to see Tanya's huge tits slide under the hem of her shirt. Her pale flesh shook for a moment, then the density of her heavy boobs became apparent to anybody who hadn't seen them. I smiled as I remember Tiffany telling me she was still owed a debt after she smashed Tanya's powerful tits into submission. Tanya flexed a bit, pushing her huge tits outward. Her deep red nipples were slightly darker than her wide areola, the latter looking about three inches wide, smooth and bright against her light skin. Teresa glanced at Tanya's massive rack and I saw her face tighten.
Teresa pulled off her own top, and I grinned as her quivering jugs plopped down. Her dark skin almost made her thick, darker nipples seem smaller, but I remembered the comparison against Bianca's. I doubted there would have been a nipple fight, but I found myself thinking about it as I let my eyes wash over the ample tit flesh. Size wise, she was a bit smaller than Tiff, and that meant a lot smaller than Tanya.
At any other fight, I would have taken Tanya without a doubt, but seeing Amanda upset Connie (then upset Connie), I was
curious to the outcome. Teresa did look over matched, and I'd seen Tanya dole out some impressive punishment. I couldn't tell whom I wanted to support.
So I decided to just enjoy the show.
Teresa made the first step, her brown tits quivering on her chest. Tanya met her, and soon both women's big racks were starting toward the center of the mat. Their nipples lined up, but stayed a few inches apart. Tanya grinned s she saw her size compared to Teresa's big rack.
"Looks like someone brought a water balloon to a volleyball fight," Tanya snickered. Teresa scowled, but I noticed several girls in the room grinning at Tanya's insult.
"We'll see who's flat and empty after the fight," Teresa snapped.
"I think I can tell right now," Tanya laughed. She gently shoved her left breast into Teresa's right tit. The sheer size of Tanya's huge breast pushed Teresa's inward, and the latter groaned as she pulled back, away from the first contact. I couldn't gauge how much of the contest had been decided, if any, but Tanya's smug grin seemed to indicate she was confident that it meant a lot.
The fight must have officially started, because I noticed that it had gotten quiet. I kept my eyes focused on the fight, hoping to see an escalated contest.
I was not disappointed. The blonde moved first, her aggression seemingly heightened by Teresa's retreat. Teresa moved back again, but not enough as a glancing blow from Tanya's heavy jugs scraped across the front of her opponent's darker boobs. Tanya's rack distended just slightly with the swing, and I felt myself applying what little physics I'd studied to the fight. They were that heavy, I realized suddenly. She has to really get swinging to pull those things out of the orbit they'd established around her chest, I thought.
Teresa's tits trembled at the contact, and I felt myself holding my breath as Tanya moved for another blow. Teresa acted first, though, sending her smaller pair from the side to catch Tanya's tits with a wet sounding "smack." Tanya winced as she felt her own boobs pushed to the side for a moment. Teresa noticed and pulled back for another strike. Tanya didn't move fast enough as this time, Teresa's thick boobs slammed upward into the base of Tanya's big rack. Tanya's tits jiggled from the bottom, and they pushed up a bit, but their sheer size seemed to help do some damage to Teresa's softer boobs.
The smaller pair flattened at the point of impact, spreading out briefly until they flopped down to her chest again. The blonde moved back to get some space, and I wondered if I was going to watch a rematch of the first fight. Teresa seemed to have picked up on the tendency, too, and came at Tanya with a flurry of blows from her smaller, darker jugs. Tanya winced, and tried to back away, but Teresa's momentum meant that Tanya's larger targets were getting hit from the side. Her boobs crashed into one another, and the grimace on her face intermittently indicated her pain and discomfort.
The dull thuds and slaps reverberated off of the room, and I stared intently as Teresa's softer tits flew at Tanya's boulder-like tits as though they were trying to chisel away the blonde's firmness. Teresa's big set seemed to sling away from her torso, loose but violent as they made consistent contact with what on the surface seemed to be her superior.
Tanya finally growled and twisted, torqueing her waist and sending a sizable tit haymaker from her left. Tanya's big globes slung out from her chest, and I felt myself stiffen watching her huge tits pull away from her chest. Teresa turned to the side, and Tanya's momentum pulled the blonde off of the straight line up that she'd established. Teresa took advantage, slamming her smaller left tit into Tanya's still shivering right boob. Both tits molded at the point of impact, jiggling fiercely. Teresa pulled away with a slight wince, but Tanya's face remained a mask of frustration and discomfort.
Tanya swung back, and this time connected, as Teresa apparently didn't see the blow coming. Tanya's heavier jugs threw Teresa's big boobs back, and Teresa groaned as she felt her smaller tits pushed backward. Tanya swung again from the other side, the right, hoping to continue her momentum of the fight in her favor. Teresa jumped back, her tits flopping on her chest. It would have been almost comical watching her rack jump around so loosely, but Tanya's miss had a lot of power behind it, and Teresa leapt forward, slapping with her tits. A huge "thwack" came from the quivering breasts between the two women, their flesh shifting and trembling beneath the pressure and contact of the other pair. Teresa pulled back again, her tits still shaking, but I saw the confidence grow in her look. Her eyes were keeping a focus on Tanya's massive breasts, and I was not surprised when she ran forward like a battering ram against Tanya's tits.
Unfortunately for the darker-skinned girl, Tanya was also expecting the move. Just as Teresa came forward, Tanya launched an uppercut, slinging her tits for all she was worth. While she slightly mistimed it, and most of the blonde's ample rack connected with Teresa's torso, the blow still sent Teresa backwards, and the final part of the swing pushed the brunette's sacks upward with impressive force. Teresa groaned as she stumbled back, and Tanya moved forward. Just as Teresa caught her footing, Tanya's two massive orbs smashed into Teresa's rack. Teresa's tits disappeared for a split second, crushed beneath the weight and size of Tanya's oversized jugs.
"Holy fuck," Teresa groaned, and I could tell the blow stunned her. Again, Tanya and I were on the same page. The blonde wrapped her arms around Teresa's biceps, and the brunette muttered "shit" as she found herself trapped. Teresa wasn't giving up, though, and I saw her own arms tighten as she found whatever purchase she could by placing her hands on Tanya's hips. She used her surprising strength and shifted Tanya to the left, pushing her crushed tits so they interlocked with Tanya's larger jugs. Teresa's left breast lay between the blonde's sizable jugs, while her right tit sat outside of Tanya's huge left globe. Teresa began twisting, and Tanya grunted as Teresa's boobs bore in from the sides. Soon, both tits were bobbing and wobbling rhythmically. Teresa and Tanya exchanged grunts as their breasts slipped and slid against each other, and I couldn't really pick a winner.
Tanya decided to make her move within seconds of me wondering about a draw. The blonde slid her arms down slightly, and she slid her right arm down to brace her breast against it. I figured out what the blonde was doing just before she started. Using her trapped, denser boob, she began smashing Teresa's left breast between her two larger, heavier boobs. The motion sent ripples through Tanya's boobs, but Teresa's left jug flashed in and out of view.
The brunette groaned again as Tanya tightened her grip. I watched Tanya begin violently shaking, keeping her right breast a wall against which she continuously pounded Teresa's trapped boob. Every collision caused Teresa's boob to disappear between the blonde's firm rack. When it did appear, it seemed as though the brunette's poor tit was being shaken in cocktail mixer. Teresa tried twisting away again, but Tanya's ferocity kept her at bay. Soon, the brunette's hands were pushing at Tanya's hips while the blonde continued her assault.
"Not going anywhere," Tanya insisted, though as she reached out to tighten the grip on the hug she'd established, Teresa, twisted one more time, this time into the breast that Tanya had been using as a wall to bounce Teresa's tit. As she moved, she brought her right arm up between the two women and pried herself free. Both women stumbled backward and Teresa's left hand immediately cupped her sore breast.
Both women had spent a lot of energy, and while it was clear that Teresa had taken the brunt of the damage in the fight, neither seemed ready to restart the contest.
"I'm assuming that was the best you had," Tanya said, catching her breath near the side of the mat opposite of me.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Teresa hissed.
"Agreed," Tanya laughed, though I noticed her tits were red and sore looking. The comment triggered something in Teresa, and the brunette charged with a yell. The two women's tits slammed together with a dull thud, and both women groaned as their flesh exploded outward. Through sheer volume, Tanya's seemed to overwhelm the space between them, but her tits yielded some estate as they collided. Their boobs regained some shape slowly, spilling away from the opposing pair. I realized that Tanya was simply baiting the young brunette when the blonde's arms slammed around her. Both women's tits were directly lined up when she did it, and Teresa's eyes went wide as she felt Tanya's tits begin to displace hers.
"Wow, you're dumb," Tanya laughed. "Now hold still while I do these sad sacks in." Teresa had spent a lot of energy trying to escape the earlier hug, and I couldn't tell if she was going to escape her tight hold now. Tanya kept the hug tight, and within a few seconds, Tanya's jugs had all but made Teresa's boobs disappear. The blonde shifted from foot to foot, sending her heavy orbs around, into, and over the brunette's hapless tits.
It was obvious to everyone in the room that Teresa had lost, but officially, she needed to say it. She still fought, and Tanya fought with her, grinding away. Teresa's back arched one final time, and Tanya smiled as she felt the fight leave her. Teresa's arms fell over Tanya's and the brunette's head leaned forward to rest on the blonde's shoulder.
"You done?" Tanya asked, almost softly.
"Yeah, Tanya. You crushed my tits." Tanya immediately let go.
Teresa's tits looked in a bad way, tender and soft. Tanya grinned as she admired her handiwork. She raised her hands, and her own red tits stood even prouder as she turned around. The two girls hugged, and both made an effort to avoid contact.
"Tanya's the winner," Michelle announced. "Nicely fought, girls. Next week, our freshman girls will have one more contest. Tanya will take on Amanda, and a bonus fight will be announced at the event. I hope to see you there," Michelle said, and from what I could tell, she purposely avoided eye contact with me. I grinned.
I looked to Tiffany, who was still topless, and leaning back in the chair. She was chatting with Sabrina, her perfect tits on display for the entire audience. I glanced at Michelle, who was talking to Tanya, and looked around the room. Everyone had gathered there things and was heading to the exit. I stood to get my coat and heard my girlfriend.
"Jon?" I turned to see Michelle behind my girlfriend, cupping her tits. The senior's fingers were dancing lightly on the underside of my fiancée's heavy breasts, a move I know she loved. Tiff's nipple hardened in response.
"Michelle wanted to applaud you for behaving so well during our event. She decided that my useless, beaten sacks would be the best way to do that," Tiff continued. "Thank you for your manners." I looked around, and realized only members of the sorority were there.
I was glued to my girlfriend's breasts shaking and slapping against each other, her nipples hardening the entire time. I swallowed until Michelle stopped clapping, pulled up and let Tiff's big tits drop to her chest with a thud.
"You can go now," Tiffany said sadly, though there was a hint of something in her face that was a bit off.
I waited outside until Tiffany came out, her t-shirt over her braless boobs. The tight top highlighted her stiff nipples. Michelle, Sabrina, and the other girls walked past and up the stairs.
"Did you like the show?" she whispered. I shrugged, not wanting to admit it was hot. Tiffany smiled.
"You're not going to hurt my feelings by telling me," Tiffany said. "It's okay to find Michelle embarrassing my loser its in front of you hot," she teased. "Plus, she's giving me a lot of ideas for future fun with those Hooter whores."
"I loved it," I told her, and kissed her.
"Perv," she laughed. I grabbed her ass and felt her breath catch. She looked around, suddenly nervous. Her eyes met mine, and I could see them sparkle as I reached to the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up. I stopped at the bottom curve of her breasts.
"Jon," she whispered. I grinned at her.
"You can tell me all about it at home," I told her, pulling down the shirt.
"I can't leave quite yet," Tiffany said.
I looked at her.
"We've got one more surprise event for our pledges. I need to get changed. Can you meet me in Sabrina's room in about twenty minutes?"
"What am I supposed to do until then?" I asked, and realized almost as soon as I spoke that I was essentially whining.
Tiffany laughed. "I'm sure a young guy in a house full of nubile young women can think of something to do," she said.
"I hope so," I said. She stuck out her tongue at me.
"Twenty minutes, Jon," she reminded me. She spun, and I took a long look at her tight ass as she bounced towards the stairs to Sabrina's room. I checked my watch and wandered around, wondering what I'd see next.
I grinned as I heard a voice around me.
"Hey Jon," Cassie said. "Tiffany wanted us to show you something." I eyed the redhead somewhat suspiciously, but she rolled her eyes and tugged at the tied bottom of her t-shirt, pulling a v-neck lower into her cleavage.
"She really, really wants you to see it," she laughed. "Just follow the bouncing boobs." Even I laughed at that, and followed Cassie toward her room, wondering what on earth my fiancee had in mind.
