“The Greek Goddess has been slipping quietly up in the ranks of the titty fighting world! Helen, the newest and most formidable challenger of the year, has called out the #1 titty fighter of the world, Scarlet!”
The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers surrounding the rooftop battle ring. The night air was cool, and the crowd was forming around the velvet ropes. The view of the city was breathtaking, but it was not the main attraction for the hundreds of people that had come up to the venue that night. There was a slight wind, but most of the fans had come prepared, wearing thick jackets and scarves. I, however, was about to feel the cold chill of the city wind on my bare chest, as I fought the battle of my life.
“Helen is a busty young challenger from Corfu Island in Greece. She has slowly been working her way up the titty fighting ladder since the beginning of 2019, and has come to the very top of the championship pyramid! In a few moments, we will be lucky to see two of the most beautiful and well endowed women in the world come head to head, breast to breast, nipple to nipple, in the biggest booby battle of the year. Challenger Helen, the Greek Goddess, is to your left, her big D’s ready for the biggest fight of her quickly growing career.”
As the announcer said, Helen was standing across the rooftop to the left of the ring. She was alone, wearing a pair of skin tight, white yoga pants with a gold star pattern. Her white t-shirt was clinging to her curvy body, her full, engorged nipples sticking out from beneath the thin fabric. She had her medium length blonde hair down, slightly messy from the wind, hanging down over her shoulders. She wore thick black makeup around her dark blue eyes, and her lips were pink and glossy. She smiled across the roof at me with a confident smirk as she slipped off her cheap flip-flops and kicked them to the side.
“And in the right corner, the most beloved titty fighter ever in the sport. The breasts with the best, the all time titty fighting champion with zero losses, and more wins than anyone else ever recorded. The all time world Champion titty fighting Queen, Scarlet!”
I stood in my corner, my trophy man by my side as always. He kissed my hand and stroked my arms to keep my warm as I sized up my opponent from across the rooftop. I shifted back and forth, my strappy sandals clicking as the stilettos tapped the stone floor with every movement. My dressy, royal blue capris pants were snug but comfortable and the shining buttons on the outer bottom hem sparkled under the bright lights. I wore a black, sleeveless dress top with a peephole neckline. My dirty blonde hair was tied up tight in a neat, round bun, and My face was natural with just a bit of mascara to make my eyes pop.
I was ready to defend my title as world champion, and take down one of the most formidable opponents that I had come across. I lifted my arms over my head, a signal that my assistant/trophy lover knew well. He grabbed onto the bottom of my top, and carefully lifted it over my head. My breasts popped free of the fabric, and bounced a couple of times before they settled. My championship breasts were now free, and there was a cheer from the crowd. Helen saw me, and pursed her lips with contempt. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it down onto the ground on top of her shoes.
“The breasts are out! Let’s hear it for our beautiful fighters!”
The announcer revved up the crowd. The cheers could be heard across the city, and the fans clapped as we both readied ourselves for the biggest battle of our careers. My trophy massaged my breasts, stimulated the blood flow and warming me with his strong, manly palms before I stepped out into the cold night air. I turned to face him, giving him a confident smile as I assured him with my eyes that I would emerge victorious once again. I stroked his cheek gently and he leaned forward to kiss each of my breasts for good luck.
“Will you win me again, my Queen?” He asked, looking up at me with admiring eyes.
“Mmm, darling.” I whispered, lifting his chin until he was standing upright again. “You know I’ll always win and keep you as my trophy cock.”
I reached down and cupped his growing erection over his jeans, massaging him gently as a tease, before turning on my heel and stepping into the ring. Helen and I walked toward each other, her strut giving off a kind of confidence that I had seen so many times before. As we approached each other, however, she did something that I had never seen in an opponent do in my years as champion. She walked right by me, and made her way over to my trophy. He stood there in silence, a look of fear and lust on his face as she stood in front of him. She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Get ready, you’re going to be mine after tonight.” She said loudly, looking back at me with an evil smirk. I clenched my teeth, my fists tightening and my knuckles white. I took a few long, determined steps in their direction and with an angry growl, I grabbed onto a chunk of her pretty blonde hair and yanked her away from my man, beginning the battle with a loud cheer from the crowd.
“And it has begun! Look at these beauties getting violent right off the batt as the Greek Goddess claims ownership over our Champions trophy dick! Wow, these girls are getting rough!”
The announcer was right, the fight started out harsh and only continued to get rougher as Helen stumbled in the ring. She looked up at me, a chunk of her hair still in my fist, and she gave a powerful battle cry as she came at me.
Helen ran at me, her cry of passion drowned out only by the roar of the crowd. I braced myself for the impact, digging my heel into the ground and catching her in my arms as she slammed into me. Her breasts collided with mine. Our nipples rubbing together and our flesh pressing hard against one another as her force knocked me back. I held as still as I could, but still stumbled a bit as she hit me. My chest stung from the impact, the soreness spreading across my torso as I steadied myself. Helen didn’t stop after that shot, and she hurried toward me once again. Her force this time was enough to knock me straight backward onto my ass, and Helen collapsed in top of me. I laid on the cold cement roof, the Greek Goddess leaning over me, holding my wrists down, and her pendulous breasts hanging over my face as she taunted me.
“Already knocked on your back like the loser you are. I bet you think this is where I would tell you to just give up and concede to me, but that’s just not going to happen.” Helen teased, holding me down and grinning over me. “I don’t want you to cower away and concede so easily, I want to beat the living hell out of you so all these people can see what a joke you really are. Especially that sexy little thing over there that you seem to have wrapped around your little finger. Well, that’s all about to end right here and now. He’s going to belong to me after tonight, and from now on only I get to own that trophy cock.”
I laid fairly still, feigning a struggle to throw her off. She seemed so confident and her eyes glowed with a fiery passion. She greatly underestimated me, which was exactly what I wanted. All of my opponents seemed to have anger issues, they were hot headed and were out for blood. But, I, the champion titty fighter of the world, was too good to give in to that kind of animalistic behavior. I kept my cool and smiled up at her with soft eyes, her anger growing with my lack of reaction.
“I’m serious, Bitch! You think I’m fucking kidding? I’ll show you just how serious this is. He’s mine!” Helen shouted, spittle flying at me as her tits swung over me. She climbed to her feet with incredible speed, and I sat up quickly to see her sprinting toward my trophy. I was in shock at what I saw. Competitors had talked about him before, claimed they were going to win him from me, even got close to him, but this bitch took it too far.
I looked across the rooftop to see her unzipping my man’s jeans, pulling his fully erect cock from itks prison, and holding his manhood in her hand as she stared at me. I slowly climbed to my feet, my fists clenching and my teeth grinding. She bent forward, pointing his cock upward as he whimpered, and licked him from base to tip. I felt the blood boiling in my veins, and my face grew hot. My knuckles were white as I clenched my fists, my fingernails leaving marks in my palm. I saw her teasing grin as her tongue flicked at the tip of my trophy cock, and a low ‘oooh’ sounded from the crowd.
My man’s face was blank as if he had no idea what was going on. A mixture of lust and fear gleamed in his eyes, and he looked over at me. I didn’t even feel my body moving, it was as if I was looking down at myself from above as I charged at her. The sound of my left breast echoed as it came into contact with her face. She was knocked back in almost slow motion, her grip on my beloved trophy loosening as she hit the ground hard. She let go, bracing herself for her fall. The very moment she landed, I was on top of her.
“You want serious?” I wailed, slamming my chest down onto hers and throwing all my weight on top of her. “I’ll show you how serious I am!”
I jumped into the air and let myself fall down on top of her again, my round mounds squishing against her rib cage and her swollen nipples poking into my areolas. She let out a pained yelp and dug her nails into my arms. She held me down so I couldn’t throw all of my weight down at her again, but that didn’t calm my blood lust after seeing her handle my prize dick. I was able to lean back enough to free my tits, and I waved them back and forth. They smacked into the side of Helen’s breasts, the loud smacking sound echoing over the rooftop.
The crowd roared, and I pushed her hands away from my arms, straddling her and taking one breast in each hand. I lifted my orbs up and slammed them down onto hers over and over. She tried to shield herself, crying out in pain and confusion, but I held her wrists down. I forced my nipples into the center of hers, piercing her until she whimpered in pain. I laughed, and in my overconfident, angry moment, I looked over to my man. His look of approval fueled my rage, but my attention was on him, and Helen used this opportunity to gain the upper hand.
I didn’t even see what happened, I just felt myself get thrown back and I tumbled onto the ground next to Helen. I looked back at her just in time to see her crawling toward me. She body slammed me, crushing my supple tits and forcing the air out of my lungs. We grabbed onto each other, wrestling back and forth on the ground, our fleshy mountains pressed hard and flat against one another. Our nipples rubbed back and forth, scraping against our sensitive areolas, and making our smooth breast tissue tender and sore as we rolled around on the cold cement.
The air chilled our skin, and our nipples stiffened. We finally separated, climbing to our feet and readying ourselves for the next attack. Without a word, we both seemed to know that it was time for a nipple battle. Our tips were hard and pointed from the cold night air, and we each held our own breasts in our hands, ready for battle. Helen initiated the attack, pouncing on me and stabbing at my left breast with hers. Her fleshy dagger pierced my areola, coaxing a high pitched yelp from my lips. The low temperature made our breasts far more sensitive, and the stabbing pain was surprising. I wasted no time, lunging forward and stabbing back at her with my right tip.
“Ah! Jesus!” Helen shouted as my nipple dug right into the center of hers. The attack was a direct hit, and she recoiled, hugging her chest but quickly shaking it off. She came at me again, his time with both titties at once. Her nips collided with mine, bending my tender points and causing me to cringe and whimper. She took full advantage of my pained state, and she kept coming at me. She poked at my left areola with her nipple, scraping it across my tender, dimpled skin. Then, out of nowhere, she slammed her right mound into my sideboob, knocking me completely off balance. The sudden impact sent me stumbling to my left, and she jumped at me with her tips ready. They both stabbed hard into the inner areola of each of my breasts, and I hollered.
“Fuck!” My breath could be seen in the cold air, and I gasped at the intense pain from her attack. I felt tired and weak, the sensitivity aching in my breasts with every attack. Helen stabbed and pierced my nipples over and over, slamming her huge titties against mine whenever I flinched. Soon I was backed against the cement wall on the far side of the roof, and the crowd shifted down the velvet rope to be close to the action.
“You like this, Skank? You think you can take all of this?!” Helen screamed, pounding her heavy sandbags down on top of mine. She held each breast, and lifted them one by one, bringing them down like a tonne of bricks. I tried to fight back, lifting my nipples to get a stab in here or there as she came down upon me. It was no use. Her powerful slams knocked my tits out of my hands, and my nipples couldn’t make contact with hers at such an awkward angle.
“Aahh!” I wailed. Helen didn’t stop, her strikes coming down on me non-stop. I needed to find a way to get back the upperhand, and as I looked up at her I noticed that she was suddenly taller than me. I was pushed back against the wall, but the vicious pounding that she was giving me could only work with her leaning over me. She was standing on her tip-toes, hovering over me precariously as she hammered down at my aching tits. I slowly bent my knees and slid my back down the wall inch by inch. My beating was getting intense, but I knew I had to play this right to get my attack in. I managed to slip my hands under my breasts and waited for my perfect moment. Helen slammed her left breast down, and then the right, and when she lifted her weighty mounds up to come down with a double blow, I acted.
I straightened my legs, lifting myself up quickly and throwing my orbs up at Helen as hers came down. I hit her underboob with all my strength and weight, and threw her off balance as she hovered over me on her toes. She had gained so much confidence after cornering me with such a severe beating, and her expression changed dramatically as I plowed into her from below. She tipped backward, her arms flailing and her tits flying up and almost slapping her in the face. She tumbled backward, falling hard onto her ass and letting out a loud ‘oomf’ as she landed.
I wasted no time. My tender breast tissue was red and swollen, but I knew I couldn’t take any time to nurse my aching bosoms. I pounced on her, mounting her and immediately giving her as much as she had given to me. I slammed myself down on her, my full weight crushing her chest and flattening her tits like pancakes. She was surprised by my sudden aggression, and she cried out in pain, not knowing how to free herself. Before she could assess and predict my attacks, I switched things up. I pressed her titties together, pointing her nipples upward and then stabbing my left nipple hard into her right tip.
She squealed as I penetrated her stiff, fleshy protrusion, and sunk deep into the center. Helen winced and turned her head to avoid showing me her pained expression. She fought back, trying to push me off of her and attack me with her left nipple, but I was too quick. I swirled my left nipple inside hers, rubbing at her sensitive, engorged nip until she threw her hands up to her mouth to stifle a scream. I knew that her nipples, as big and full as they were, would be extra sensitive in the cold air.
“Take it, you filthy little cunt!” I shouted down at her, piercing her left nipple now. She moaned in pain and I saw a tear form in her eye. I was overjoyed by her pain after how she had groped and picked my beloved trophy, and my rage proved my u doing in that moment. I was too engrossed in her pain, and she took the opportunity to wrap her arms around me and roll to the side. My nipples were still stabbing into hers, and the pain was clear, but she managed to roll me onto my back and pull her breasts away as she now straddled me.
“You think you could ever hold on to that prize pecker? You don’t deserve it!” She shrieked, her voice wavering and emotional. She wacked at my titties with her big sandbags, smacking them into mine as she grunted. Her nipples scraped against my areolas an her attacks were erratic, but painful. She was angry, afraid, and she rubbed her nips against my dimpled flesh around my teat. The friction was so intense and my mammaries were so sore and engorged from her ruthless beating, I almost couldn’t take it. She pounding down at me, her eyes welling with tears and her breasts bright red. I knew that she was on the verge of a breakdown, and that soon she would lay down in defeat if I could only wear her down just a little more before I myself couldn’t take anymore.
“At least I have a trophy cock.” I growled through her heavy strikes. “You came here alone, and that’s how you will leave.”
A tear streamed down her cheek and her face turned a shade of crimson. She let out a sorrowful and powerful battlecry, lifting her melons into the air, ready to come down hard on me. This could be the strike that took me out, and knew that I couldn’t let her take my trophy lover away from me. I rocked myself into a sit-up position, wrapping my arms around her torso and bending my knees. I turned my ankles to point outward, leaving the space behind her open, and using my leg muscles to throw myself forward. I tackled her, holding her close, and pushing her backward.
My squeeze was tight, and my position was perfect. Both of my nipples were pressed into the center of hers and I fell forward on top of her with all my weight. This last blow was the winner. I landed right on top of her, our balloons flattening together and my tips were forced so hard and deep into hers that she was almost knocked unconscious by the pain and pressure. She let out a silent cry, and the look of shock on her face was enough to announce my victory.
“Oh! And The Greek Goddess has been flattened by the champion! Will she get up from this one?”
I lifted myself up pulled my nips from her engorged protrusions. She immediately wrapped her arms around her check, protecting and soothing her aching mammaries.
“Aahh! Fucking bitch! My beautiful titties!” She cried to herself, eyes closed. “I-I give, just don’t hurt them anymore!”
I smirked, climbing off of her and looking down at yet another defeated opponent. Helen managed to wipe her tears away long enough to look up at me. I never took my eyes off her, and I gestured with my hand for my prize to come forward and comfort my swollen, champion orbs. I felt his hands behind me rub over my shoulders and around me to my cold, sore mounds. She looked up in defeat as he massaged them, soothing them. His raging erection poked me from behind and I pulled him around me. I giggled, and held my throbbing, trophy cock in my hand as she watched.
“This, this is mine. It will always be mine.” I informed her, kneeling on the ground and taking my prize in my mouth. My man whimpered with pleasure, and I could feel his member pulsating, ready to explode after watching me win him once again. I pulled it from my mouth and stood up. “Get on your knees, slut. You will concede properly!”
Helen reluctantly crawled to her knees, and I leaned forward to allow her to show the proper admiration for her conqueror. She took my bruised nipple into her mouth with a scowl, and sucked gently to soothe my victorious jugs. As she showed her submission, I stroked my prize with skilled determination. He moaned loudly, and soon I could feel his uncontrollable throbbing in my hand.
“This is my prize, this is my trophy, and all you will ever get out of this cock is the mess, Whore.” With that, he grunted, clutching my shoulder for stability as he released his long awaited load all over my winning tits, and my victims face. His cream sprayed all over us, sting after string of warm cum covering her face and glazing my milky white mountains.
Helen cried to herself, licking the mess off of my championship tits, and swallowing every drop of her own defeat. When I was clean, and my trophy was empty, I yanked my titties from her pursed lips, and let her fall back onto the chilled cement. She cowered there, huddled in a ball drenched in cum and despair. I walked back to my corner as the announcer finished the fight and guided the crowd to the exits. My prize slipped my top back over my head and covered my chest, hugging me for warmth. I looked him in the eye, his now limp cock pressing against my leg.
“You are mine.” I said matter of factly. He nodded in enthusiastic agreement.
“Yes. Always.” He said, his voice aquiver.
“I will never lose you. And I will certainly never let a horny little tart like that take you away from me. I will always win you.”
“Yes, yes!” He nodded again.
“Now, let’s go home and celebrate another victory. I know you have more in there for me.” I grinned and took his hand. He tucked himself back into his pants with his free hand, and followed me happily as the announcer’s voice sounded over the speakers.
“Until next time, all hail our once and still champion, Scarlet!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d8zmwv/titty_fight_4_helen_vs_scarlet_competitionhjfacial