BBBWW Round 2

by Stone Dead

The next week after Alison's match she and I were eager for another match.
Kuna was busy working at Lane Bryant so Alison called another friend of
hers, a cheerleader type of gal who we all called Britney. Alison had told
Britney about the match between Kuna last week and Britney was excited on
the idea of wrestling however the small orgy seemed to turn her off though I
was sure I wouldn't get any action which was a pity because Brit was
fantastic looking though it had been brought up before how I wasn't her
type--not the buffed up khaki wearing visor toting fag I assumed. Britney
looked like she could be a popular girl but she just didn't hang around in
that section.
I forgot to mention that most of Alison's friends were all from a church
group, I had met Alison on-line and we've been dating for about four months
and I could tell she was kinky at heart but her Catholic guilt does kick in
a bit which prevents her from being too freaky...but I digress.
Britney is your typical bikini babe, she likes to dress to reveal but not
over the top. She's 5'7" with long tanned legs--she is always tanned but
she's not a whore she has tan lines--a nice thin body, not muscular or fit
she doesn't do any exercise just eats salads a lot, nice rack though, she's
got a 38D which looks big on her lithe frame.
Once again they fight in Alison's room because her parents are always
working on Saturday's (her mom works at Food Lion and her dad works security
at an office building).

Britney and Alison decided to wear easy access clothes since she had ruined
her sexy underwear last time and it was always going to be residual damage
to have torn clothes in a fight.
Britney wore a pink string bikini which was barely held together with a
loose knot--she was constantly adjusting the triangles over her small pink
nipples--with a g-string thong that dissolved into her small hear shaped
ass. I moved my camera down south and noticed Britney's thick brown bush
which made me smile since she didn't even bother hide the fact that she dyes
her hair.
Alison put on an old tank top she usually wore to bed, it was loose and
baggy on her which showed a lot of cleavage (no bra so her big tits hung on
her chest like big balloons), and a baggy pair of shorts without panties.
Alison had a big weight advantage on Britney so I was sure this was going to
be a massacre...however I was going to be pleasantly surprised.
There was no trash talk this time; they just stared at each other until I
signaled the start of the match.
Alison wasted no time in going for Britney's top, like I advised her, and it
probably had a better chance with some scotch tape and maybe a paper clip;
it fell off practically as soon as Alison touched it.
Britney was quick to return the favor, pulling down the straps of Alison's
tank top and it slipped away, revealing my girlfriend's huge knockers with
her giant areolas.
The girls were having a spar, tit for tat if you pardon the phrase.
Seeing Britney's cans excited me a great deal. They were big on her chest
and looked as firm as rocks and I was shocked to see she even had both her
nipples pierced; I had not pegged her for that kind of a girl nor did I
think she could've gotten it done at only seventeen. Her parents were
church folks and they didn't strike me as the kind of people to allow their
hot teenage daughter to get piercings.
Britney seemed proud of them as both Alison and I drank in her perfect tits,
like I said she had tan lines but the small pale circles surrounding her
tits were highlighted by the shiny silver hoops.
"I just got 'em done yesterday after you called; Jake [one of the guys she
was 'seeing'] took me to get them done...you like?"
Alison nodded and slowly rubbed her hands over Britney's breasts.
Britney flinched slightly and sighed.
"They're still pretty sensitive," she confessed quietly while Alison's hands
explored Brit's tits.
I grinned knowing she was going to get such a beating having sensitive
knockers against Alison in a match.
She was staring, gawking at Britney's tits; slowly rubbing her nipple,
watching it grow harder as she tweaked it gently, tugging on the hoop
daintily with her silver finger nails. Britney only breathed, deeply as my
girlfriend played with her firm tits; her eyes fluttered open and shut until
finally she broke the silence.
"God, your tits are huge," Britney gasped--talk about delayed reaction--as
she cupped my girl's large tits. She was far less delicate, cupping
Alison's big mammary and squeezing it like you would somebody's ass. This
however wasn't an aggressive attack, women with large boobs genuinely like
to have their tits pawed at in such a manner while smaller tits need to be
handled with care. Alison began to moan in such a lewd way that I thought
she was gonna cum, simply by having Britney squeeze her tits.
"You like that, huh," Britney growled as she pumped her fist and squeeze
Alison's big hanging left breast.
"Mmm, ya I like that....I like this too," Alison replied as she fiercely
twisted Britney's pierced nipple.
"Ahh shit, you bitch...fucking OW!" Britney screamed as she tried to pry at
my girlfriend's thick wrist.

The fight was on now as Alison grabbed a big handful of tit and squeezed
while Britney pulled on my girlfriend's hair. I don't find it necessary to
fill in all the "ow's!" involved in an amateur fight; it's just known.
Alison got sucker punched however which turned the tables on the entire
thing. Britney blasted her with a stiff punch to the bread basket. Alison
gurgled, released her hold of Britney and held onto her stomach.
"Bitch...ahhh," Britney rubbed her sore tit as Alison slumped over onto her
side. Alison attempted to recover, throwing a weak punch which caught
Britney well on her cheek. This only served to piss her off as she
clotheslined Alison with such force that they both fell over. Britney, in a
rage, bit hard on Alison's rubbery right nipple (since she went face first
into her boobs after they collapsed from the clothesline). This left Alison
wide open as she once again hung halfway off the bed, her legs trapped
underneath her--since they start out on their knees. Britney got off the
bed stood over Alison with her head tucked between her thighs. She pulled
Alison's hair so her head being cranked up--and I think so Britney wasn't
crushing Al's skull with her knees--at an uncomfortable angle. Alison was
in great pain, I could see she was going to cry from the look on her face as
she began to change colors. She desperately clawed at Britney, unable to
reach her firm melons. She leaned back so she was sitting on Alison's
chest--practically--grinding the head scissors on with such force I could
see her muscle calves distinctly. They looked like golden beams of marble,
smooth and flawless as they crushed my poor girl's chubby face.

Alison's face was beet red as Britney had her trapped in head scissors, a
handful of my girlfriend's hair, and was occasionally slapping Alison on her
chubby cheeks(face) asking her cockily if she quit. She only lasted several
seconds, after trying desperately to power her way out, before she tapped
Britney on the hip and gurgled out "I give! I give! Please stop!
...Britney!"
Finally Britney released her and Alison did not move, hung on the bed
sobbing; her great billowy breasts moving like waves on her chest as she
cried. Britney, astonishingly, seemed not to care at all; as though she
achieved a pinfall and everything was okay. She did not give Alison an
awkward look or even a pitiful pat on the shoulder. Nor did she gloat,
which was good; she picked up her bikini top, very matter-of-factly, put
back on the t-shirt and jeans she had worn over, slipped on her sandals and
walked out the front door.