So this is both our first ever fight together, and the first time either of us has posted a story here; so for an odd change of character, please be nice 
NatOwnsU is an incredible foe and friend now, and her work is in red, whilst mine is black. This was completed over the course of... probably a few months now, and we hope you love it. Here's to proving to everyone that the golden age of titfighting isn't over, and that you don't need a huge rack like some of the other hyped up ladies in order to put on such an amazing show!Today, we have the entire dorm to ourselves for now as people have cleared the way for the two of us to settle things. The dorm planning committee made a mistake when they put us in the same building, much less the same room. Everybody on campus has been comparing our tits since the moment we arrived on campus and the two of us have certainly welcomed the comparisons, even as we've despised each other. It's a frequent discussion across campus among envious guys, jealous girls and other students who can't seem to resist trying to pick between the two of us. I think yours are overrated and I'm so excited about the opportunity to prove it here today. Strutting into the hallway as I'm clad in a tight pink bra and matching very tiny boy shorts, my blonde hair in a ponytail as I thrust out my perfect 36D tits and run my fingers over my taut tummy, my eyes flickering down the hallway to see whether you even dare to show or you decided to spare your tits the beating of a lifetime.We’ve lived in the same dorm now for the last three months, and things have never been easy between us… both of our competitive natures saw to it off the bat as we took to hating one another like a kid does to candy. The main point of conflict however was our tits, and we both loved to flaunt them… wearing revealing shirts around campus, slutty pyjamas… and walking around in a bra half the time. The constant comparisons only fuelled our fire further… and it all came to a point yesterday, in which in the kitchen we broke out in an argument between ourselves and agreed to settle it in the dorm when it emptied the next day… well now was the next day! We’d both agreed what was to happen, mid-day sharp we’re to be waiting in the hallway, ready. And now it was mid-day! I enter the hallway not 10 seconds after you, my tight black bra covering my 32D breasts as I puff them out, enlarging them to the best of my abilities, my fingers tucked into the waist of my sport shorts that hug my ass and finish just low enough to cover my bum. “I must say.. I’m surprised you’re this stupid!” I hiss down the hallway at you.
It has been a constant escalation between us as we wore our most revealing tops to try to impress the other, walking around in a bra or even topless in the dorms, just stoking the speculation between the dorms and us personally. Constant bumping - accidental of course - of our tits in the hallways, showers, stairways, bedrooms and most recently, the kitchen, as it resulted in a VERY explosive argument. We agree to settle things tomorrow with everybody else out of the dorm and anybody foolish enough to stay will hopefully be smart enough to stay out of our way. My hopes that you will just disappear are ended only seconds later when you emerge into the hallway and I smirk, actually excited that you showed up after all. Heart racing as I look you over, snarling, "I CAN believe you're that stupid, Kelli. You've been one of the dumbest people I've ever met but today, you're going to have to learn. Learn a lesson on whose tits are best, because I'm going to own yours..." as I start to strut confidently down the hallway, my tits bouncing as I see how you'll react as I adjust my bra to cover my flawless orbs.I’m glaring down the hallway as we bitch at one another; trading verbal blows about the others intelligence to start with; “You aren’t going to own shit after this match Nat! Your bra’s won’t be yours! Your tits won’t be yours! Hell I’ll even make you question whether your fuckin hideous body will still be yours!” my voice scraping down the corridor as we both move towards one another, large strides being taken as I in turn adjust my own bra so that it fully covers my superior tits. The distance between us closes further and further, and just as we are almost close enough to reach out at one another; I thrust my chest outwards as far as I can, leading my charge tits first, looking to drive straight into yours without hesitation as my arms hang by sides still, waiting for the impact that we’ve both been waiting for. “This is going to be the last time you want to show these off!” I hiss one last time, before connection… just as our tops make the briefest of contacts, and our tits begin to collide for the first time.
Both of us making confident strides down the hallway, glaring down at you as I retort furiously, "Fuck you, Kelli. You won't own a fucking thing when I'm through with you. I'm taking your tits, your pride, your body and your mind. All of it is going to be mine, because you won't be able to think shit without me telling you what to do!!" as we approach each other, closing the gap surprisingly quickly. My eyes narrowing and breathing quickening as we get close, heart pounding wildly as we both appear to have the same idea, bringing our hands to our sides as we charge forward. Jutting my proud, perfect chest outwards as I hiss back in a low, husky voice, "I hope you've enjoyed flashing those fat udders around campus, cow, because after today, everybody is going to know they are MY property!" as I grunt, preparing for the collision as our massive chests crash together in the middle of the hallway, planting my feet as I try to immediately bully you backwards with my momentum and sheer power of my breasts!!I open my mouth to cuss you out one last time, trying to get the final say in in this mini showdown, but the time for that has passed now, and the hallway yields its end as our massive tits press into one another in the middle of the hallway, my 5’6 frame colliding with yours with all 118lbs pressing back against you, focused solely on your breasts. I plant my feet beneath me, expecting a simple form of pushing, testing one another out to start with, but you’ve come for war, ready to do the exact same. As we dig in, my hands shoot at the wall, using it for extra pressure as I try and lean into you, using my minimal height advantage trying to drive you back, whilst you use the extra few pounds against me, holding your ground. The grunts and groans escape my lips as I find myself momentarily halted against you, my breasts mushrooming within their bikini top, threatening to spill slightly already.
Both of using any advantage we can to press against one another as you use your height for a little additional leverage, then I use my extra weight to push you backwards a few extra inches. Grunting loudly, eyes narrowing as I breathe hard and extend one foot backwards towards the wall as we are in a close, confined space. My tiny bra barely able to contain my tits against the pressure, straining as I press my sole against the wall and SHOVE forward, trying to use that extra momentum to push you back towards the wall, closing my hands into fists as I just bounce my breasts into yours, cleavage colliding as I pant heavily with the impact!Every advantage we can take we are using, any small edge over the other, a small weakness to exploit; we are holding nothing back already. You strike first however, hiding your actions behind our conflicting tits until it’s too late, your foot driving you off of the wall towards me and forcing me back. The impact itself only sends me back maybe one or two steps, but as you follow, you keep the pressure on, and it’s my inability to get my feet under me perfectly that finds you driving me backwards even further, maybe even a couple of steps from the wall now, but i dare look, I dare turn my attention from you. My footing back underneath me, our breasts mushrooming out even further this time as I fight to bring your forward momentum to a halt.
Foot driving against the wall and my eyes light up with momentary triumph as you're shoved back a few inches, but it's enough. Pushing you backwards towards the wall, eyes flashing with determination as our tits pancake against one another, grunting as you work to keep my momentum from taking us all the way. Planting your feet as I smirk, going to peel my chest backwards ever so slightly as I dig my toes into the carpet and slam forward, rolling my shoulders as I try to grind my cleavage against yours to push you backwards again, renewing my efforts to press you back against the wall as I try to keep my hands at my side and just use my tits to humble you right now as I pant, "You feel your tits flattening underneath mine, don't you, you fucking soft cow?"
Just as I manage to bring your momentum to a halt, you back off for just a split second, and I manage to reposition myself, my tits being thrust out in front of me once again, preparing to take the force of your own with whatever comes next. You throw yourself forwards but this time I’m one step ahead of you, and as you do, I jump back slightly, forcing you to lean further than you would’ve been expecting to, as I then step in to re-engage once more, driving my breasts into yours from a slightly elevated position; hoping that your leaning brings the top of your tits in line with my nipples. You still start to roll your shoulders, trying to drive your breasts up into mine, but not to be out done… I return the favour, rolling my tits down into yours as I try and force you back towards the centre of the hallway and beyond, hoping the driving down of your tits helps me along.
Watching as you engage in a tactical retreat, leaning backwards slightly as I lunge forward, slightly off balance as I arch forward and you drive your breasts in from above slightly. You are slightly elevated now, gaining an advantage as your nipples stab in from above. Blining a bit as I find myself backpedaling slightly, my body forced downwards a bit as I blink. Hissing as I go to clench my fists tighter as I arch my back a bit and plant my feet, flexing my thighs as I try to try to force your tits upwards, trying to dig my nipples up underneath your chest slightly, rock hard points through my thin bra as I try to lift you up a bit and force a halt to your momentum as my eyes narrow, grunting at being on the defensive for a moment and eager to regain the momentum in MY favor - where it belongs.
The momentum swings slightly for me now, and I manage to make back a couple of the steps I lost to you earlier, a lot of grunting and shoving required though as I work my breasts down into yours. My nipples raking across the top of your tits as we move, yours however doing the same to the underside of mine. It only takes you mere seconds and the loss of only a few steps however to bring us back nipple to nipple, our breasts colliding, our bra’s stretching to try and accommodate it. “You’re going down you nasty fucking whore!” I hiss, my own toes digging into the carpet as I flex everything, shoving back against you with as much force as I can muster. My hands grasping at the door frame beside you, using it as leverage to try and pull me further along the hallway.
Nipple to nipple now as our tits collide, our thin tops not offering us much protection, the fabric straining to contain our massive breasts. Breathing hard as I snarl, "You're going to be my fucking bitch..." as I dig my toes into the carpet, my whole body tensing as you suddenly reach out for a door frame to give yourself some additional leverage. Grunting as you pull yourself further and push myself back in the process. Eyes widening with surprise as I find myself staggering back, grunting as I try to arch away from you as I aim to separate our tits and then swing my tits in from the side, like a pair of perfect wrecking balls to knock you off balance so I can regain mine! I grunt as I manage to take another step forwards, forcing you back once more with the help of the door frame, the groans from your lips filling me to the brim with confidence, “Not so tough now are you!” I hiss in response to driving you backwards somewhat. I watch the surprise ripple over your face as you’re forced backwards further, only to then watch you arch yourself backwards. I know what’s coming though, I did it to your earlier, and I quickly decided to try and evolve the fight, my hands jumping to your waist and pulling us together. As a result, I feel your tits drive into the side of my ribcage as I do the same to yours, the slaps echoing down the hall as I groan out, shoving you back at the waist and creating maybe a meter between us… “Not so fast you cow!”
The door frame really aiding your efforts as you manage to force me backwards, grunting, "I'm still so much tougher than your soft as shit body!!" as you bring your fingers up against my ribs. Shivering as we make additional contact here, fingers a little cool against my body, which is running very hot as our tits slap together, crashing our cleavage together as we are shoved backwards, almost bouncing off one another as I reach up for your abs, fingers pressing against your tummy for an additional shove as I snarl, "Shut the fuck up, pig!" as I reach out for your hips again. Charging forward as I try to reach for your shorts, using them to pull you towards me as I go to slam my chest in directly against yours, tits pancaking against yours as I try to force you backwards towards the door of the kitchen where we had our initial confrontation yesterday.The door frame seriously helps me in my attempt to put you on the back foot, managing to even us back out in the hall way. but as the fight evolves, I feel your hands interfering as mine have, my body suddenly being yanked towards yours as you throw your weight towards me, your tits pulverising into mine as we pancake together once more. This time however i was not expecting such force, and find myself bouncing back a few steps, before you manage to pivot me up against the kitchen door. I force the door open with my ass, bringing us into the room in which the conflict started yesterday, and still slowly moving back, albeit more in control of this retreat now, I move us just past the kitchen bench before planting my feet. Stopping the momentum as I shove back, hoping to bring us to a halt.
Going to use your shorts against you, drawing you towards my deep cleavage as I send you backpedaling, bouncing off of the sheer power of my amazing chest as your fat ass slams against the door. The door slamming open hard as your butt jams it open, watching you near the kitchen bench as you plant your feet and shove your chest forward. Keeping ahold of your shorts as I pull up slightly to create a slight wedgie, eyes narrowing as I try to keep myself from being pushed back. Digging my feet into the slick floor of the kitchen as I immediately slam my chest forward, trying to drive you backwards towards one of the counters with a grunt, rolling my shoulders slightly to slap my chest against yours aggressively!The power your tits displayed just then was impressive, absorbing our impact as you then manage to force me into the kitchen. Still, as I plant myself you fail to get a clear advantage, but nor do I. I begin to try and roll my shoulders into yours, hoping to disrupt your shoving and give me the edge, but you instead begin to try and drive me into one of the counters… so be it, as I feign fighting back against your pushing, yet still losing ground. It isn’t until I’m close enough to the counter in which I use my right foot as a thrust and shove back against you, hoping to send you into the kitchen bench, hoping that my momentum will be enough to bend you over backwards against it, destroying your centre of balance as we fight it out.
Neither of us getting a clear advantage as we get into the kitchen, but I start to gain one as I drive you backwards with my perfect chest towards one of the kitchen counters as you're clearly losing ground. Just grinding my chest back and forth, scrubbing my amazing chest against your cleavage as we near the counter. Eyes lighting up as you are almost pinned against it but then you use your foot to shove against it. Grunting in surprise as you send me backwards, eyes widening as I slam backwards into the kitchen bench. Back and ass slamming up against it with a loud crash, arching me backwards over it as your chest presses up against mine. Gurls mushrooming as I blink angrily, trying to grind my chest forward as I reach for your hips to shove you backwards, trying to plant my feet against the floor and bounce my butt against the bench to push me forward!I slam your back and ass against the kitchen bench, bending you over it as I get a chance to grind my girls down into yours once more, gravity helping me hammer work away at them. “This is where you belong Nat! On your fucking back beneath me!” I hiss down at you, an arrogant smile across my lips. It however catches me completely off guard when you shove my hips, forcing me to step back from you as you try to bounce yourself away from the bench back to the centre of the room. We’re in the middle of the kitchen now, about a metre between us as I smirk at you, puffing my tits out. “Bring it!” I hiss, using the counter behind me to gather momentum as I launch my tits at yours, going for maximum impact.
Gravity and the sheer weight of your chest hammering down from above, really giving you an advantage as I snarl up at you, face flushing in embarrassment and frustration before I manage to shove your hips. Pivoting away from the bench towards the center of the room, just a short distance separating us as the air is thick with tension and hatred. Jutting my chest out as I snarl, "You are MINE, bitch!" as I push off of the nearby bench for additional leverage, shooting like a cannonball as I go to just collide my tits headfirst. Our tits crash together with a loud smacking sound that echoes in the quiet kitchen, moaning out as I reach up for your hair to keep myself from falling backwards, both of us spinning a bit as I grind my chest against yours, feeling one of my bra straps slip a bit as I go to try to arch you backwards with my chest as I hiss into your face.Our tits collide in the middle of the kitchen, the slapping sound similar to that of slamming the fridge door shut. Your hand grabs at my hair, using it to stabilise yourself as my hand grab at your ass, sinking my nails in as I pull you into me. My tits are beetroot red now, and aching like hell… but I dare not give in to this arrogant bitch. That’s when I feel it though, you arch your back and thrust your tits out towards mine and I hear the snap, both of us recoiling from one another, both out of shock, and slightly out of pain as my bra whips across our nipples as it pops open… busted… I’m speechless, and devastated, and down right fucking furious… but I can’t put my words together, standing their stumped for a second, my tits now out.
Gasping out loudly as your fingers sink into my ass, digging your nails in slightly as I can't suppress a loud squeal as our sore breasts grind together. Arching my back as I just force my cleavage aggressively against yours as I suddenly hear a loud popping sound as I step backwards a bit to let your bra suddenly burst. Your tits spilling free as your face turns a deep shade of red to match your tits as I laugh, lips curling up in a confident smirk, "Guess whose fucking bra just got busted?", snickering, "Guess your tits are going to be next to get broken, bitch!" as I lower myself slightly as if doubling over from laughing, but then my eyes narrow as I try to push myself off of my knees a bit to line my tits up underneath yours and arch my back again, trying to send my tits up underneath your boobs for a tit uppercut to bash the sensitive undersides of your orbs to take advantage of your surprise and knock you backwards towards the fridge! Having just burst my bra, you are overflowing with confidence and it shows, your cocky grin, the arrogance in your voice, the look in your eyes… you’re ready to go for the kill… but I’m not done yet. As you launch yourself towards me, I fire back, but not in the way to be expected, instead I brace my foot against the counter behind me and lower my centre of gravity. As you crash into me it’s like running into a brick wall, both our breasts mushroom massively on impact, although mine more comfortably without the constraints of their bra now… but still the grunt from my mouth is audible. I force my foot further back against the counter to give me that extra bit of oomph behind me, driving my raw tits into your chest, forcing your torso backwards as your legs try to force you forwards, and trying to catch your momentum with such force that your feet go out from under you, hoping the impact will sit you down on your ass.
Your bra burst as your inferior tits bounce free, enjoying seeing your sweaty tits spilling free as my eyes light up with triumph. You lean back against the counter to lower your center of gravity, gasping as yours are now able to react more aggressively without the bra as with the lower gravity, the impact crushes the air out of me. Rushing past my lips as I grunt out and as I'm trying to stay upright. Gulping in air for a moment as you go to shove off of the counter, using my own momentum against me as you drive your exposed tits against mine. My own bra straining, though it doesn't snap just yet as you take my legs out from underneath me. My feet carrying me forward as you use your chest to arch me backwards, sending me sprawling down to my ass as I land with a loud CRASH onto the kitchen floor. A jolt of pain shooting up my spine, tits bouncing wildly as I try to adjust my tiny bra to keep it from bursting as I lean back on one palm, trying to stay upright as I bite my bottom lip, glaring up at you as I pant out wildly, eyes blinking in shockI let out a soft groan of relief as you fall to your ass after slamming into my tits, but I dare get cocky just yet. My chest heaving as I gulp in a large breath of air once more. With one hand behind you, and the other hand quickly trying to re-adjust your bra, I drop myself to my knees, one either side of your thighs, pinning you beneath my ass I slam my tits down into the top of yours, pressing myself up against you as I force you to support yourself on your hands behind you to prevent yourself from being pinned flat to the kitchen floor. “It’s my turn now!” I hiss, thrusting my chest out towards you, arching my back so that the full extent of my tits are forced against yours, the slight gravitational advantage helping to further pull my tits down into yours as you fight on the angle. I begin to roll my shoulders into the move, hoping that the added rotation of pressure against you does the trick.
Seeing you drop down to your ass as I'm trying to scramble back up to my feet as your ass presses down against my ass, your thighs pressing on either side of my toned legs. Leaning forward as you slam your tits down atop mine, just mushrooming your heavy jugs against mine as you press yourself forward. Releasing my bra instantly as I feel the pressure and weight, leaning back on one palm as my forearms tremble a bit. Ass pressing against the kitchen floor as you use the full weight of your chest, arching your back. Grinding down from above, rolling your shoulders back and forth. Blinking a bit as I grunt, rotating pressure as I suddenly give a little squeal. My eyes widen as there is a little pop of material, my bra straps sliding from my shoulders as the bra doesn't fall from my chest. Nipples rock hard as the material is held in place by our cleavage compressing as I try to plant my feet underneath you as I flex my ass, trying to buck up with my hips and arch my jugs forward, trying to slam my chest forward into yours as I push off of my palms to try to topple you off of me as I grunt with exertion, eyes narrowing with determination.There is a small pop that fills the room, not as audible as mine the one from a mere few seconds ago, but noticeable… and my grin is evident of the fact that I heard it… “whoops” I giggle, still rolling my breast into yours, our rock hard nipples still trapping the fabric between us. Our tits are still so tightly compressed together however that it barely budges… not until you manage to combine your core strength with the power in your legs and buck me from you slightly, forcing me to stumble a few steps away from you as I try and remain up right, leading me towards the kitchen door once more. I grin down on you now as I see that your bra has burst from the centre, as did mine. With a quick glance to my left, I grab the door handle and throw it open, trapping it open behind me with my ass. “Come on then bitch, it’s just flesh on flesh now! Show me what you’re made of!” I hiss at you, grasping my tits and giving them a soft squeeze, the pain irrelevant right now as the adrenaline of combat flows through me.
Hearing you giggle as the loose fabric brushes back and forth over my chest, our tits just grinding tightly as I flex my abs and thighs, managing to topple you off of me as you stagger backwards. Backpedaling a bit as I see the grin and delight in your eyes as you burst my bra in return, shrugging off the shredded remains of my top. You grip the door handle nearby to throw it open, leaning back against the door with your heavy ass. Seeing you squeeze your reddened tits as I feel my face red, a little shiver going through me as I can't imagine how much that had to hurt and making me wonder whether I hurt them as much as I thought I did. Just going to scramble to my feet, stumbling upwards as I cradle my cleavage for a moment. Hissing as my tits are exposed now, chest rising and falling, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as I hiss and lunge forward, going to reach for your hair as I try to YANK you towards me off of the wall as I roll my shoulders, trying to slam my chest into yours from the side to knock you off balance as I force you back against the door aggressively!!You lunge forwards once you are on your feet, rapidly closing the distance between us, this time with your hands leading the charge as they latch onto my hair before we’ve made contact. Instead of fighting it however, I shoot my hands out in return, my head being yanked towards you at the time, my plan is to aim for your abdomen as you approach, and once I make connection, I use my consolidated position against the door to try and try and shove you past me, trying to force you into the hallway… this fails however as I can’t stop your momentum in such a way, and your tits crash into mine, pancaking out immensely now; our nipples impaling the tit flesh surrounding them. Groaning against the impact, I pivot myself against the door, forcing your back to the hallway, as I then shove you hard in the gut once more, trying to create enough of a gap to then drive my body straight back into yours, hoping to catch you off guard enough to drive you not only backwards, but so far so that I force you through the hallway into my open room directly opposite.
Snaring your tresses as your hands shoot forward as you push off of the wall, shoving hard against my abs. Shoving hard as I still manage to collide my tits with yours, cleavage crashing as i twist my torso, just going to scrape my rock hard nipples against your chest. Digging in deeply as you pivot against the wall, our palm shoving against my tight abs as your body shoves against mine. Our orbs pancaking together, shoving backwards as I let you backpedal. Staggering off balance as we head towards the open dorm room as I snarl, "You're going to become MY bitch in YOUR dorm room, huh, you fucking cow?" as I try to plant my feet at the last moment, hoping to use your momentum. Digging my toes into the carpet as I try to roll my shoulders and wrap my arms around your waist, as we enter the room, trying to slam you up against your desk hard!We enter my dorm room after a lot of back and forth struggle, but finally I manage to force you into the room. Our tits are so compacted that we are practically torso on torso rather than tit on tit right now. Once I’ve finally forced you back out of the kitchen and into my dorm, I take a desperately needed deep breath, but as I do, you plant yourself firmly on the floor, grab me by the waist and slam me up against my own desk, the impact hurting my back, but that doesn’t stop the titfight, as you force me backwards, my centre of gravity moving over the top of my desk as you lean over me, forcing me back lower and lower… “Not in my room bitch!” I hiss, using my arms as I grab the edge of the desk and practically use it to throw my body forwards, my right leg hooking behind your left knee as I buckle it slightly as I do, forcing the weight onto your right foot as I shove back, hoping this destroys your balance.
Our torsos brushing together, tits mushrooming as my nipples stab against yours, both of us breathing hard into one another's faces as my arms wrap around your waist. Squeezing my arms around your waist, flexing my biceps as I bend you backwards over your own desk. Returning the favor from earlier as I hiss into our face, "Let's see how you like it, bitch!" as you lower backwards. Pressing my tits down over yours as I use my weight to grind down, just scrubbing my cleavage against yours as you grip the edge of the desk and shove forward. Your right leg hooking around my knee to buckle it as you shove back. Losing my balance as I try to reach up for your hair and shoulder, curling my arm around the back of your head to pull you with me. Staggering off balance as I drop towards a knee again, but try again to line up my tits underneath yours, aiming to drill my chest upwards underneath yours for another tit uppercut, hoping this is one more successful than the last as my fingers press against your hips, trying to use the impact to drive you backwards towards your own bed as I pant out "Fuck you!!"I use the edge of the desk to drive myself back upright, my arms forcing themselves behind me outright, trying to force you off from above me and equal as out for at least a split second. Trying to carry my momentum forwards however, my right leg sweeps your knee in, buckling it beneath you as you grab at my hand and shoulder to catch yourself, “Ahh bitch!” I hiss, my head getting yanked backwards as I still try and lean myself forwards over you. Trying to force myself up and over you, you quickly find your footing once more, driving yourself upwards, and directly slamming your tits into the underside of me, releasing a large gasp from my lips at the impact and forcing me back a step and a half. I feel the heel of my right foot impact upon the frame of my bed, and trying to use your momentum, apply most of my weight through my right leg against the bed frame, hoping to practically carry your momentum around me, and crash you down onto my bed.
Slamming my tits hard into your sensitive undersides, aiming for a second tit uppercut, which proves to be more effective than the first as I am rewarded with a loud gasp of pain. Sending you backpedaling as you hit the bed, using your momentum as you coil your thigh against the bed frame. My momentum working in your favor as you twist us as we crash down against the bed as I reach around your waist as we land with a thud, the bed creaking loudly under the combined impact. Gasping loudly as I go to try to use my weight to lean forward, both of us landing on our sides as I try to rock forward with my hips and tits, tummy kissing yours as my chest pancakes against your cleavage, grunting loudly as I bite my bottom lip and try to roll you to your back from our position on our sides, glaring at you furiously!! We crash down on the bed in a mess of limbs, but our tits are still pancaked together tightly, as we are forced into grunting and groaning as we fight for supremacy. I know a fight on this bed could go either way though, and I am not willing to risk you pinning me down on my own bed! No way in hell! We strain against one another consistently, our nipples stabbing into the others titflesh as we squeeze and roll against on another, our legs scrambling to lock over the top of the others, our arms practically locked around one another. Desperate to get off the bed however, and limit any chance you have of pinning me to it, I use my legs, still dangling over the side to drag my body towards the edge of the bed, whilst finally accepting your leg over the top as you roll to pin me, only to follow through with the momentum and the added force from my legs sliding us towards the bed to try and roll you off onto the floor, praying that I can use the momentum to knock you underneath me as we fall.
Both of us crashing in a sweaty mess on the sheets as I try to lean forward, aiming to pin you down on your own bed, my chest grinding against yours as my nipples seek yours, aiming to invert yours as our diamond hard nipples stab into yours. Legs tangling together, taut thighs pressing against one another, flexing my biceps as I squeeze around your waist. Going to manage to get my toes to press against the bed frame and floor, stretching my body as I go to kick one leg over you as my thigh brushes over your tummy. Using my full body weight to shove forward, aiming to shove forward as you suddenly plant your feet. Your additional height giving you a little added leverage as you push up, using my momentum again as we roll off of the bed. Eyes widening as I feel my back hitting cool air rather than the cold sheets as I shout. Both of us crashing onto the floor - but you on top - as gravity, your weight and your tits just crashing down on top of my flawless chest. Your chest colliding with my cleavage, crushing them underneath you as the wind is knocked out of me, gasping in pain as I reach for your shoulders as I release your waist. Panting out as I bridge up, trying to twist you off of me as I pant out angrily, "Get - the - fuck - off - cow!!", wheezing for air as my face is red..I feel the support of my bed fall away beneath us as we tumble sideways off of it; the awful sense of free-falling paralysing us both with instinctual fear for the split-second we are in the air. That split-second passes in what feels like minutes however, as we still find ourselves grasping at one another, not for advantage, but desperate for a support structure as we fall. This only brings us closer, our breasts seemingly crushed flat as we grasp at one another, my thighs trying to lock around you for the added support. Then the second passes, and we hit the floor, hard. Thankfully I get to use you as padding, but the air is still knocked from my lungs just the same, my tits crashing down into yours as I feel yours drill up into mine, your nipples placed ever so slightly off centre to mine. I still choose to grip at you tightly, my legs still grasping around your thighs, forcing your legs to remain closed. I feel your hands on my shoulders, and feel you lift your hips up into the air. Quickly, I choose to drive my forearms into your elbows, trying to buckle them out again and allow my upper body to slam back down into your tits, hoping to make you take a second crushing blow in a matter of mere seconds since the last one. “Never - you - fuck - ing - bitch!” I gasp back at you as I fall.
The split-second does seem to last forever - both of us hanging in the air - as my eyes widen, trying to imagine any way to escape, but I know there is nothing I can do but brace for the impact and what a collision it is! The entire floor shaking as we land, lungs burning as I cough, our thighs still intertwined as you keep my thighs pressed close. Unable to plant my thighs as effectively as I thrust my hips upwards as I shove at your shoulders. Fingers digging into your shoulders as you suddenly dig your forearms into my elbows. Arms collapsing with a sudden yelp from the pain, blinking as I am unable to keep you lifted any further as your heavy tits crash down on mine. Any air that I'd regained is knocked out of me again, a loud howl escaping my lips as I moan out, your nipples stabbing into the base of my areolas as I shudder underneath you. Breathing hard as I try to plant one foot against the floor this time as I reach up for your hair as best I can with your elbows digging into my forearm, trying to tug you to the side as I grind my chest upwards, trying to topple you off of me to the side with a loud grunt, moaning out in pain as I glare up at you, conserving my air as I don't taunt you back right now. As my tits slam back down into yours, I can see the anguish in your eyes, the pain being inflicted currently is immense, and not just a one-sided affair either; I find my ears to be consistently ringing now as I fight through the pain in my breasts, my eyes always on the brink of welling up and spilling, and yet still I am trying desperately to keep you pinned beneath me as I work on driving my nipples further into the base of your areolas. With that impact words seem to be beyond me right now, no taunting, mocking, shaming… just soft grunts and groans. You however are still not out of fight… much to my dismay, as with a desperate grunt and groan, you plant your foot against the floor and grab at my hair, tugging me towards the side as you try and throw your weight with it. The tug of the hair is enough to roll us onto our side, but with the added space now, I quickly lock my legs around your thighs in a tight scissor hold, keeping your legs crushed together as I drive my elbow into the arm now connecting you to my hair, hoping to pin it against the floor as I use this leverage, pushing downwards with my elbow, to try and pivot myself back on top of you, rolling my free shoulder repetitively, as if trying to smack you back over using my tit.
My head spinning as I fight back tears, eyes filled with determination and rage, knowing what's at stake for both of us as I jerk, squirming with your nipples digging into the base of my aerolas. Grunting angrily as I hiss, planting one foot against the floor as I snare your head, digging my fingers in as I tug at your tresses to send us rolling to the side. Using all of my weight and strength as I flex my bicep, just yanking at your hair viciously as I manage to topple you to the side. You move quickly as you suddenly snap your thighs around my thighs, clamping them together between your legs as you suddenly shove your elbow back against my forearm. Wincing as I bite my bottom lip, grunting in pain as you roll your shoulders, your exposed tit just bashing against my boob. Using it to shove me towards my back as I can't seem to plant my thighs with your scissors locked around my thighs. Trying to keep my fingers wrapped in your hair to keep you arched backwards as I dig my toes into the carpet. Reaching one hand backwards against the bed frame as I try to push forward off of the bed to slam my chest into yours, nipples spearing in as my chest smacks loudly into yours. Trying to push off of the bed with all of my energy as I pant out loudly, grunting loudly with exertion and almost moaning from the effort as I try to catch you off guard in between one of the swings of your shoulders.I feel you slowly falling, our centre of gravity shifting back into a position of toppling you over onto your back like a helpless fish once more. Still however, I am fighting against the hand in my hair, and as a result, am forced to arch my back, thrusting my tits out into yours as I continue to roll my free shoulder, slapping at your opposing breast. With my eyes clenched shut, focusing on trying to ignore the pain in both my scalp and my tits, as well as keep my legs forced shut, I fail to notice your hand grab at the bed frame, and with an almighty shove, you topple yourself over so as to pin me onto my back, a gasp escaping my lips as I feel the weight of your tits pressing down on mine once again. I can feel your nipples drilling down into my sensitive breasts, and fight to suppress a moan with every slight movement between us. With your legs still locked together however, creating a relatively unstable balance, I roll my hips slightly to the left, and prop myself up on my right arm, trying to turn my body into a bit of a ramp as I try to slide you towards the open floor in the middle of my room, wincing slightly as I feel your nipples rake across mine as you go.
My fingers gripping the bed frame as I SHOVE forward, flexing my bicep as I use all of my effort to use my weight and gravity now on MY side as I slam my chest down onto yours. My heavy tits crashing into your cleavage, making them pancake underneath me as your whole body crashes. Not rewarded with the moan that I'm hoping for, but knowing the impact has to crush the air out of you as I can feel my own lungs burning. Panting heavily as I go to stab my nipples forward, my chest crushing yours as you keep my legs still trapped in a vice between your scissors. Your hips rolling upwards as you push up on your right arm, our sweaty bodies gliding together as you twist yourself to the side. Unable to stay on top as I lean forward as hard as I can, my nipples scraping hard against your chest as I breathe hard. Yelping out angrily as I topple to the side in the centre of the room with a soft thud against the carpet. My bicep burning a bit from your elbows, but I try to reach out for your hair to keep you from getting away as I glare at you. Biting my bottom lip again as I try to sit up slightly as I try to power my thighs apart, attempting to spread them so I can break your scissors as I glare at you with barely controlled anger, "You're going down, you jealous BITCH!!", breathing hard as I speak again for the first time in a while!You hit the carpet in the centre of the room as your hand grabs at my hair, barely a moment of hesitation between the occurrences, and the yanking of my hair brings a yelp to my lips and forces my head backwards, as if looking towards the roof The yelp is one that fills the room after the echo of the soft thud you created on the carpet. You begin to pry at my leg scissors, trying to force your legs outwards as I struggle to keep them clamped. Instead, as you focus so much energy through your legs, I decide to throw my upper body at you, throwing my arms around you as I pull you into a bearhug, hoping my weight and the momentum will force you flat on your back as I lose the leg scissor, dropping a leg either side of your hips, digging my knees and toes into the carpet to stabilise myself, our breasts getting crushed together in the bearhug, forcing myself to take stupidly deep breaths in order to try and force my nipples further and further into your titflesh. Your words flick past my ears as I only hiss, trying to crush the air out of you with the bearhug as my nipples slice at you.
Both of us thudding down into the carpet as I TUG back on your hair both instinctively and aggressively, listening you yelp as your body is arched backwards. Tugging to pry your thighs apart, eager to part your legs as I bridge upwards but you lunge forward, pouncing forward with your upper body. Blinking in surprise as your arms snare around my waist, your weight sending me sprawling backwards as I release your hair instantly, tugging a few brunette strands between my fingers in the process. You release the scissors, but gain a Bearhug instead as our massive chests mushroom together. Nipples digging in against one another, seeking one another as I try to invert your nipples backwards as I pant out, breathing as best I can with our cleavage constricted, trying to reach up for your forearms as I try to pull your arms apart. Flexing my forearms as I try to power free and bridge upwards, thrusting my hips up into the air to try to topple you off as I thrust my chest forward, twisting angrily as I grunt furiously into your ear - not wanting to be trapped underneath you a damn second longer than I have to.Both of our tits are so compressed, our nipples are practically being forced back into our own tits… and the agony is hell on earth… and yet I’m on top… I can’t possibly give you the pride of winning whilst also being beneath me!!! You’d never shut up about it!!! That’s when you begin to buck beneath me, bridging yourself upwards as your arms try to rip mine from behind your back. As you bridge, I manage to lock my legs around your waist again, crushing at your sides now as I sit up slightly, snarling as you fight my legs once more, before jerking my body forwards, trying to slam my breasts down into yours once again, slapping them further and further into your own ribs.. “You’re not getting away from this Nat!!! You’ve been overdue a beatdown like this!” I hiss, before sitting up, squeezing with my legs again, and then dropping my tits onto yours once more.
I go to buck upwards, bridging aggressively as my tits and tummy thrust upwards but that maneuver not only does NOT dislodge you, but it has the unintended effect of allowing you to snare me between your thighs again as they are snug against my waist. Kicking my feet now as I jerk, panting out as I feel you DRIVE forward, your boobs hammering down from overhead as they mushroom out to the side. Moaning out as I reach up for your shoulders, trying to push you away as you sit up, but you pump your thighs as my whole-body spasms as I struggle to breathe and then you SLAM your tits down against mine again. Shouting out in pain as I blink, tits flattened underneath yours as my nipples spear into my sore chest. Biting my bottom lip as I shake my head, "Fuck you, Kelli - there is NO fucking way your tits will EVER be able to break mine. I am going to own your orbs!" as I panic slightly, but eyes flashing in determination still as I try to reach for your hair with one hand as I Yank to the side, my other palm pressing down against your abs as I try to shove as hard as I can, biceps shaking as I twist with my hips - attempting to roll you to the side as I pant out, twisting as hard as I can and putting all of my efforts behind trying to topple you off so I can twist free!As I begin to settle back into control above you, your hand fires back to my hair, where you consistently seem to send it, but this time im somewhat prepared, and as it fires up, i twist fire my arm upwards, connecting with your bicep, causing you to grab further down the hair than you anticipated, which hurts like hell when you yank at it, causing me to clench my legs even tighter in an attempt to ignore the pain. I feel your other hand on my abs, and drop my weight, trying to turn myself into a dead-weight… hoping that makes me damn near exhausting to manoeuvre. You try rolling yourself onto your side, and I don’t fight it, instead quickly loosen the grip of my legs as you roll, removing the influence of your hip twisting, hoping instead to trap you into a side-facing leg scissor, hoping to have caught you roll beneath me. “Oh your tits are already broken! You’re just too dumb to realise!” I hiss, both of my hands clasping your breasts and nails clawing into your nipples and yanking and twisting on them .
Feeling you reach down for my bicep, my hand not able to secure as high up on your scalp as I'd prefer but still yanking, eager to cause you as much discomfort as possible in my bid for freedom. Dropping down as I shove against your abs, your entire weight just pressing against my hand as my entire arm throbs instantly. Dead weight pressing down as you allow me to roll to the side, but only so you can kick your thighs out, your taut thighs cutting into my ribcage again as I cough out. Face turning red as you suddenly shoot both palms out, digging into my chest and twisting my nipples as I shriek. Unable to suppress the sound this time as one hand is trapped and the other releases your hair instantly. Reaching up for your right tit as I dig my nails in and curl inwards, desperately trying to shove as I plant my feet and attempt to roll in the other direction, moaning out in pain as I try to pop free of your scissors and dual tit hold aggressively as I scream out desperately, "FUCK YOU, KELLI!!"The scream that fills the room as my nails dig into your nipples is blood curdling… and I’m grateful that no one else is in the flat anymore… as with my bedroom door open, I can hear the shriek bouncing down the hallway… my head is snapped back into gear however when i feel your hand grab at my right tit and my own shriek escapes my lips, your nails digging in and you begin shoving at it, as if trying to use it to help roll yourself onto your stomach. Both of my hands shoot for the hand on my tit as my entire focus is taken, including the grip on my legs… allowing you to roll onto your stomach in a split second. Combined however, both of my hands pry your hand off my tit, leaving some nice scratch marks heading towards the nipple. Still, my ass is planted on your lower back, and quickly, I slide my weight up over your upper back, sitting on your shoulder blades as I grab a handful of hair, yanking at your head, trying to lock your head in a head scissors, sitting on you as I bounce my body slightly, forcing your tits into the floor over and over beneath us.
The shriek echoing all over the room as I blink, hearing it bounce off of the walls but satisfied as I hear yours join mine moments later. Nails curling inwards, stabbing into your chest as I try to roll myself away from you as you lose focus momentarily, but it's enough as I go to scrach down your tit and pop free. Shoving at you as I manage to free my hand, my arm numb for a moment as I twist your nipple and then go to roll to my abs. My tits throbbing as I try to scramble upwards to all fours, but you are reacting quicker than I might've hoped as your heavy ass thumps down across my shoulders. Boobs bouncing down into the carpet, burning a bit as they are dragged across it as you tug upwards on my hair and kick your legs backwards. Head trapped between your thighs as I moan out muffled, reaching up to slap at your thighs with my good arm as I jerk, my tits thumping into the carpet as I squeal and moan out muffled, kicking my legs as I try to push my head free as I shiver each time my tits roughly scrape across the carpet.I let out an almost animalistic growl now that I’m atop of you, with you face down, your head trapped between my legs as I squeeze, crushing the sides of your head, my ass bouncing on your back, forcing your tits to scrape along the carpet… “I’m not going to give up until I hear you give in you fucking cow! Your tits are going to keep suffering!” I hiss, my hands clawing at the sideboob being forced out from underneath your body as you mushroom out against the floor… “This is only the beginning of the torture I have planned out for you you cow!” My voice now coming back as my confidence grows slightly. Your feet dig into the ground, trying to kick yourself free, and yet with every jerk, I tense my legs further, and your tits are dragged slightly further across the carpet! “Submit you filthy cow! We both know your tits can’t take it!” I scream, sinking my nails deeper and deeper into the side boob.
Hearing your wicked growl atop me as it causes me to squirm even further, face down against the carpet between your thighs. Ass just thumping against my back, tits roughly grinding back and forth, boobs burning against the carpet as you take every opportunity to torture my tits as you claw viciously at any exposed sideboob. Jerking and squealing as I blink, panicking as I breathe desperately against your thighs. Kicking my feet as I try to bridge upwards, but I can't dislodge you as you keep pulsing your thighs harder. Head spinning as just panicked, ragged breathes moaning out muffled between your thighs. My tits are stretching out, flattening against the carpet as tears well up in my eyes as you keep tugging my tits, clawing them as I'm now screaming into your thighs. Head held up, body arched backwards as I try to push at your thighs, but they are locked in as I try to tug at your other hand clawing at my tits, but I can hardly breathe. Screaming out as tears are threatening to spill down my cheeks, just moaning and whimpering a bit in between howls as I reach up to tap one palm against your ass desperately, hoping you can feel it!!!I’m losing myself in a euphoric state now, listening to the cries and muffled moans that are escaping your body as you. My body has crossed the line of remorse ages ago now, my nails still raking up the side of your tits, the claw marks a deep shade of red now on your sideboob. My legs are now softly loosening around your head, only enough so that I can hear your moans without the muffling, “Cry for me you bitch… cry out for your queen!” I hiss, a sinister snarl on the end of those words… the words of someone with no compassion anymore… my ass still bouncing on your back… I feel your hand tap my ass… “oh no… I expect more than just a tap… cry out you whore!” I scream, one of my hands grabbing your hair and yanking your head back further, my hips pushing into the back of your neck to arch your head back further.
Screaming and howling into your thighs muffled as your nails are raking, leaving deep red furrows across the sides of my tits as I am tapping in a panic across your ass cheeks. Your ass still pounding into my back, crushing my tits as they are mushrooming painfully across the carpet, a bright shade of red as they are burning, throbbing, feeling like they are on fire. Yanking on my hair as you loosen your thighs enough for me to speak as I scream out, "Fuck - Kelli - stop it - you BITCH - stop it - I quit - fucking stop it!!!" as I Try to reach up for your wrist again to pull it away from my tit as I moan out in agony!!I feel your hands bouncing across my ass, as if playing a pair of bongos or something, and yet this won’t stop the onslaught… I want to hear the defeat in your voice, that voice crack that comes with admitting the unbelievable… your own inferiority. As I free up your head slightly by yanking further on your hair and straining your neck and upper back, your mouth finally taking in it’s first fresh breath of air, I hear your voice scream through the flat once more, and this time… I hear exactly what I want to hear… your cries of inferiority. “YES!” I scream out, both my hands flying towards my own breasts as I jump up off your back and throw myself ass first at the bed, still grasping my own breasts as I well up now, the adrenaline coming to a peak as I lay staring at my ceiling, registering the pain as it truly kicks in now.
Slapping wildly at your ass, trying to get you to release me as I feel my voice straining to speak, a little hoarse from the screaming and yelping, almost not recognizing it as it almost tearfully whimpers out a submission, in between howls of agony as you finally jump off of my back. Hopping up to slam your ass onto the bed as it creaks underneath you as I immediately sob out in shame, face turning a deep shade of scarlet as I pitch forward, cradling my sore tits and curling up, head spinning as I try to catch my breathe, gulping in desperately as I gaze at the carpet, tears threatening to splash against it as I try to ignore your cries of triumph as I kick my feet angrily!!
Flopping on my bed, I don’t hold the tears back, gasping on sobs of pain, mixing with the sounds of yours… “fuck off Nat! get out of here!” I hiss, anger filling my voice as I move to my en-suite in the corner of the room, starting up my shower… “GET THE FUCK OUT NOW LOSER!” i hiss, desperate to just sit on the floor in my shower and cradle my war-wounds despite my victory over you…
Tears streaking down my cheeks as well now as I'm unable to contain them, my body and brain and perhaps most importantly my boobs all completely overwhelmed right now. Hearing you hiss at me, listening to the anger in your voice and the sound of your shower starting up as I blink. Shame, guilt, confusion, humiliation and rage all mixed up in my body as I cradle my tits. Shivering on the floor as I try to push myself up to all fours, collapsing the first time as my bruised boobs hammer against the floor, howling as I shudder for another minute before I gingerly, albeit not gracefully, stagger to my feet as I blink. Cupping my bruised breasts as I glare at you, through tear-streaked eyes as I bite my bottom lip and manage to say softly, in a barely controlled voice, almost trembling, "This isn't over, Kelli..."
