Patricia stretched lazily, gazing at her latest conquest as the young, muscular guy continued to sleep off his exhaustion. He'd certainly earned a bit of rest after his hard work the previous night, having managed not one or two or even three, but full four rounds or hot, steamy sex. Which, incidentally, was exactly why Patricia always went after younger men - what they might lack in experience, they usually more than made up for in youthful stamina and enthusiasm.
At 48, Patricia Mills was no longer in her prime. Sure, her large, heavy breasts still got plenty of attention from men of all ages, and while her ass and thighs were quite a bit bigger than they used to be, many guys actually preferred these more voluptuous curves. You couldn't really call her torso slim or toned, but it wasn't flabby either, having just the smallest hint of love handles and little to no stomach paunch. Patricia had also taken to keeping her curly, strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail once again, and it did give her a slightly younger appearance. All in all, as one charmingly awestruck 19-year-old lover had told her while catching his breath beside her, she was "one seriously hot mama". But even so, Patricia knew that as good as she might look today, she'd looked even better before.
It had been some years since she'd divorced her drunkard of a husband, Richard, managing to get a comfortable settlement in the process. Of course getting caught red-handed banging a twenty-something secretary on his office table hadn't done the guy any favors. But as badly as Patricia's lawyer had fleeced the bastard, no amount of money could bring back all those years she'd wasted on that cheating pile of shit.
She hadn't even really minded all the affairs with women half his age. At least not in the last few years. She was mostly angry at herself, to be honest, for having put up with that useless sleaze for so long. Patricia had given him her best years. In the beginning, he'd shown her - and her figure - all the appropriate appreciation, but as years went by, his interest had waned. Or turned to younger women, more like.
The first one - that she knew of - had been a perky, blonde intern with an annoying nasal voice and shit for brains. But it wasn't like he'd picked for intelligent company, was it, Patricia snorted to herself. She felt like an idiot for not dumping her husband sooner, but there was little that could be done about it now.
Patricia felt her newest lay begin to stir. Joe, was it? Whatever his name was, the young, muscular man made a grunt, mumbling something unintelligible before he turned over and drifted back to sleep again. As Patricia drank in his naked form, she couldn't help but to grin. While no one could turn back time, she'd certainly done a good job of making up for lost time.
Ever since her divorce, Patricia had made a habit of picking up young, handsome college guys and, in a way, reliving her lost years with the exact same kind of bed partners she'd missed out on when she was younger. Sure, judging by the limited conversation they'd had last night, this particular sample wasn't very bright, but his physical qualities sure were attractive. The guy's shoulders were wide, his back muscular, and his strong jaw had that chiseled look that Patricia loved in her men. He'd been pretty good in bed, too, making her come several times before he finally passed out. Definitely worth taking out for a second date. Or home for a second fuck, the mature blonde smiled to herself.
A muffled buzz brought Patricia out of her musings. As she looked over the edge of the bed, she could see a lit phone peeking out of the pocket of Joe's jeans, vibrating with a quiet hum. Giving her piece of college man-meat an amused glance, Patricia carefully rolled off the bed and got up, crouching down to pick up the phone. Someone called "Gloria" was trying to ring him, apparently. Had he not worked so hard to please her the night before, Patricia might've been tempted to answer. Who knows, it might even be his girlfriend. Joe, predictably, had claimed to be single when Patricia began to chat him up at the night club, but anyone with half a brain could tell he was lying. Not that she cared either way, of course.
After all those little sluts good ol' Dickie had fooled around with, Patricia reckoned she could return the favor. And that she did. She'd lost count how many furious girlfriends had confronted her for stealing their guy, though most of them had been so shocked to find out that she was in her late forties that their infantile tirades had fizzled out before they'd even gotten started properly. More than one had actually fled shortly afterwards, unable to cope with the embarrassment of losing a boyfriend to an "old broad" like her. Oh, how Patricia loved making those prissy little teenagers cry.
It also felt good to know that while some of those younger girls might turn heads and raise pulses wherever they went, she was still hot enough to compete with - and even beat - them in the looks department. She could still recall the sheer humiliation on the face of one tall, slender brunette when she realized that her guy had chosen Patricia instead of her. Upon pressing the unfaithful college jock to name one thing "the granny" had on her, the redhead had gotten her wish.
"She's... pretty mind blowing in bed. And her body looks great. I'd say her boobs are actually even better than yours," the young stud had managed to squeak out, looking sheepish but also unable to keep his eyes off Patricia's ample cleavage. The girlfriend had been furious, and for a moment, Patricia had been certain she was going to challenge her into a titfight. Many girls at the college had been into it in her time, and the brunette's set, while visibly smaller than Patricia's own Double D rack, had looked impressive enough. Full, round and no doubt pretty firm to boot.
But the girl had walked off without saying a word, leaving her now ex-boyfriend with the cougar that'd so successfully seduced him. Patricia had of course rewarded the young stud for his flattering words, riding him to more than one violent explosion and leaving no doubts as to whether the part about her skills in bed had been accurate. And given how much he'd loved playing with Patricia's big tits, the guy had been quite honest about the bit about whose boobs were better as well. She'd given him the fuck of his life, leaving both the hunk and his thick cock completely drained, clearly thoroughly satisfied and very much happy with the choice he'd made. She'd kept him around for a while, but eventually dumped the guy for a tall, well-built football player. Now that stud had been truly hung...
Anyway, looking back, Patricia couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that the younger woman had decided to give up without a fight. Yes, she'd clearly lost the guy already, but the brunette could've still decided to defend her, and her tits', honor. It'd been several years since Patricia had fought anyone, and while she'd been very dangerous in her day, she doubted her tits were as good as they were back then. They'd grown in size as years went by, but also lost their youthful firmness. They still stood reasonably high on her chest, having limited sag and maintaining a nice, rounded shape that'd no doubt make most women her age jealous, but they weren't the perky, rock-hard orbs Patricia remembered from her school days. A part of her would've liked the chance to see just how well they'd measure up against a younger pair. Maybe the brunette simply wasn't privy to those particular circles? She'd certainly looked young enough to be a teenager, and might've even been still in high school.
The phone that Patricia was still holding in her hand gave another short buzz, catching her attention. A text. From that Gloria again.
[Where the FUCK are you?! Pick me up at my place in 15min or you're not getting any tonight!]
"Charming," Patricia murmured, shaking her head. These little bitches sure were making things easy for her. College boys were horny enough on a good day, but starving them for sex... Like taking candy from a baby, the mature blonde guffawed to herself.
It was that sound which finally woke the sleeping stud from his slumber. He groaned softly, craning his neck as he took his bearings. Joe's sleepy eyes eventually found Patricia's nude, unmistakably feminine figure, and he blinked in confusion. The older woman replied with a wide grin, getting up and giving him a good look of her voluptuous curves.
"Surprised at your good luck, are you?" she cooed, cupping her jugs gently and giving them a bounce. The young jock, for his part, looked like a deer caught in headlights, unable to drag his eyes away from the arousing sight. Almost like a predator, the mature woman began to slowly stalk closer, swaying her hips seductively and causing an obvious tent to appear in the duvet just where the boy's crotch was located.
Joe, who was still staring at Patricia's naked body, began to get up. Just as he moved up to a sitting position, the bed covers to fell off, freeing his impressive erection from their confines. The mature blonde licked her lips as the engorged member sprang out, lolling up and down for a while before it settled down, pointing directly at the mature blonde. The jock finally glanced down, his face flushing bright red.
"Ooh, looks like someone's ready for another round..." Patricia laughed, smiling approvingly at her young lover. This was exactly why she loved fucking college guys. Always eager.
Later that same Friday, Patricia was heading for yet another night out. Joe was busy trying to get back in his irritated girlfriend's good graces and had agreed to placate the girl by taking her out for dinner. He'd initally been planning to make up some lousy excuse about a sick relative, prompting Patricia to come to the dim muscle jock's rescue and suggest a more plausible excuse for ignoring his girl.
In the end, Gloria hadn't been too happy to hear that Joe had missed her calls because he'd gotten royally wasted with his friends, but at least the girl hadn't suspected anything. She probably knew her boyfriend could've never come up with a lie as convincing as that. After all, his idea had been sick aunt, Patricia sighed patronizingly. It was really just a matter of time before the poor meat-head would get caught.
As expected given her snug, deeply cut top, Patricia had little trouble gaining entrance to the club. The place was absolutely packed, and it being the Spring break week, there were plenty of college kids around. While some younger women there seemed to have opted to go braless, Patricia had chosen a black lace push-up bra, the tiniest bit of which peeked out of her thin burgundy V-neck top. The blonde knew she didn't really need the extra help, but there was no denying that it did serve to make her substantial chest even more pronounced than usual, giving the mature beauty a truly eye-popping cleavage that seemed to draw in hungry looks from pretty much every male in the establishment. Most people there were in their twenties, and Patricia was quite possibly the oldest partygoer by a good ten years. Not that she looked it of course, at least neck down.
Patricia slowly sauntered towards the bar, her black leather pants hugging her rounded hips and full ass, and the blonde made sure to catch as many stares as she could. Thinking about the redhead's almost-challenge some months earlier had made her eager for a confrontation, and Patricia wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that she was looking forward to stealing away some floozy's boyfriend tonight.
She spent her time between the bar and the dance floor, with several guys coming to try and chat her up. Their eyes kept flickering to the main attraction, her generous and very much exposed bust, and a few were even good-looking enough that she was tempted to take them home. Still, they all seemed to have come alone. And what Patricia was really after tonight was someone who was already taken. Someone she could seduce and snatch away from a lesser woman.
She kept scanning the crowd around her, and spotted a toned, attractive Asian woman grinding her nicely-sized bust into what had to be her boyfriend, a muscular guy that seemed very much Patricia's type. The only problem was that he looked about 30. Too old.
The mature blonde allowed herself a small smile, appreciating just how ridiculous it sounded. A guy almost twenty years her junior was "too old". But ever since her divorce, Patricia had followed a strict diet of young men only. Boys, if you wanted to put it that way. And she wasn't about to branch out, at least not right now. So the fit Asian girl could rest easy, her guy was safe for the time being.
Just as the cougar was about to head back to the dance floor, her eyes found an attractive pair arguing near the entrance. One was a tall, obviously well-built guy with dark hair and an absolutely gorgeous face. Probably a model, if looks were any indication. Next to him was a blonde with the body type of a cheerleader - thick, muscled legs and a solid torso, topped by a sizeable pair of round breasts. She seemed pretty enough, though not pretty enough for the guy.
Starting to discreetly make her way closer, Patricia did her best to listen in on the two. Both looked to be about 20 years old.
"Hey, I really don't know what you're so mad about, Samantha," the dark, handsome stranger said, touching the blonde's shoulders in an attempt to calm her down. There was something odd about his accent, but given the noise levels at the club, Patricia had little hope of telling what it was. Definitely not British, though. His teeth looked way too good.
"Don't give me that! I know you've been talking with that bitch. She's only after your dick, Kristian!" the blonde cheerleader-type screeched. Interesting. Someone had apparently already beaten Patricia to the punch. Not that she minded, a grade A stud like him could have as many girls on the side as he wanted. As long as he knew who was the hottest one in the pack. Her.
"Relax, she just goes to the same courses I do!" The handsome hunk of a man shouted with a huff, clearly annoyed by his girlfriend's jealous ranting. "We've helped each other with some essays, that's all."
"Well that may be all you've done for now, but it's definitely not all she has on her mind!" the blonde snapped, shaking her head. "I can't believe you don't see her for what she is, Kristian. A man-stealing slut. She's one of those Beta O bimbos, flaunting their big tits at every guy they meet." That bit definitely caught Patricia's attention. She knew several alumni of that illustrious sorority, and had actually fought more than one of them back in the day. With varying results. If the girl was flaunting her tits, she probably had good reason to be proud of them.
"Hmm, just like you and your friends, then?" the dark-haired hunk replied with a cold, even tone. The blonde actually froze, though her face looked if anything even more angry than before. "I've told you I'm okay with your job at Hooters, Samantha. But please don't judge other girls if they choose to show as much skin as you do," the tall guy continued with a slightly softer voice. "And she's not a bimbo. She's actually pretty smart, and I think you might even like her if you'd just talk to her." Oh no. That definitely wasn't the right thing to say.
"What, you're defending her now, are you?" the girl shrieked, bringing her right fist up to punch her boyfriend in the shoulder. "I'm telling you, Kristian, either you delete that bitch's number from your phone and stop replying to her flirty messages, or we're done!"
The guy simply stared at the blonde for a moment, neither one breaking eye contact, or as far as Patricia could see, even blinking. Finally, the dark-haired boy took a deep breath.
"Fine," he said quietly. If she didn't have a good visual of his lips (which looked oh so kissable, it had to be added), Patricia would probably have missed his reply. The relief on the blonde's face was obvious, and she immediately began to lean in, smiling prettily. Only to be stopped by her boyfriend's strong arms as the guy grabbed her shoulders and brought the blonde's movement to a halt.
"No. I meant fine, we're done."
And with that, the dark, handsome guy walked off, leaving the bitchy blonde to gawp at his departing back. The girl's look really was priceless, and Patricia had to stifle a laugh in order to avoid getting caught eavesdropping. Good for you, stud! The mature woman gave his beautiful ass one last, longing look before she made up her mind. No way was she going to let this one get away! So what if he was single.
As she hurried after the tall stranger, Patricia barely noticed the dumped blonde's howl of rage as she realized just how badly the ultimatum had ended up backfiring. Still, with a bit of luck, the mature man-eater could at least make sure that the Beta O bimbo wouldn't get him, either.
She quickly ran out, looking around to see which direction the handsome young hunk had gone. Just as she was starting to get desperate, Patricia noticed a familiar-looking set of dark hair disappear into the back seat of a car. A car that was pulling out into the main road. Fuck! The cougar could do little else than watch as the dreamy-eyed teenage dream was whisked away, robbing her of a truly delicious piece of young meat. Why did this have to always happen to her?
As Patricia sullenly made her way back, she briefly wondered if she should try convincing the blonde ex-girlfriend to give her the guy's number. She doubted the bitch would part with that information willingly, but maybe she could be bribed... If the blonde really was a Hooter girl - and she certainly looked the part - twenty bucks ought to go a long way in making her forget all about her dignity.
Unfortunately for the older woman, the blonde was already surrounded by a couple of bimbos. One was a redhead with a toned body similar to her friend's, while the second girl looked less sporty, having very dark, almost black hair and pale skin. She appeared to have slightly more luxurious curves than the other two, but in terms of bust size, looked to be about dead even with the blonde. The redhead on the other hand, Patricia estimated, was just a hint behind her friends, having a set of what looked like large C cup breasts.
"Dammit, Sam, that was so dumb!" the ginger one was yelling at the forlorn blonde. "You do realize you've just handed him to that sorority girl on a silver platter, right?!" Through watery eyes, the recently dumped floozy stared daggers at the redhead, but didn't try to contradict her, shrugging a bit. She allowed herself to be dragged away to the the ladies' room, taking a handkerchief offered by the raven-haired girl and starting to wipe her eyes.
The mature woman realized she wouldn't be getting anything out of the hunk's ex-girlfriend that night, and was beginning to resign herself to her fate. But even if she was going home alone tonight, there was still one potential way to get her hands on that gorgeous stud. Patricia knew there was only one Hooters joint nearby, and she happened to know the manager, Susan...
Patricia had barely had time to kick off her heels, having just gotten back home, when she heard a knock against the door. Two short ones, followed by three long ones. Marcus? But it was Friday, he usually only came by at the beginning of the week. She'd even jokingly called him her "Tuesday Special" once, much to the guy's chagrin. Patricia grinned. It seemed like she wouldn't have to go to bed alone, after all.
The busty mature quickly walked back to the door, yanking it open and giving the young man waiting outside a knowing smile. Marcus was a bit more lanky than the guys she normally went for, but he was tall, athletic and boyishly cute. With that messy blond hair and big blue eyes, Patricia knew he had to get a lot of attention from girls. Still, something about his posture seemed to be off tonight. Looking at his face more closely, Patricia noticed he was avoiding eye contact, nervously switching his gaze from one thing to the next. And unlike usually, those things weren't her boobs. She was just about to open her mouth to ask what was up, when an attractive redhead stepped into her line of sight from the left.
The girl seemed to be in her early twenties, maybe even a bit younger than that. Her bust was rather pronounced, and while she clearly took care of herself, Patricia could see there was a nice amount of meat in all the right places. The girl would've looked quite pretty, if her face wasn't contorted into such an incensed expression.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" the redhead gasped with an angry hiss, giving Marcus a quick, incredulous look. "You've been having an affair with HER?! She's like, OLD!"
"Watch it, missy," Patricia shot back, rolling her eyes. It was these digs about her age that were really starting to get old. "If you're not careful, I might be tempted to give your cute little ass a good spanking."
The taunt seemed to have surprised the redhead into a short moment of shocked silence, giving Patricia just enough time to drag the pair inside. She lived in a nice suburb, and would prefer not to give her neighbors any more food for gossip. As it was, the only thing that kept those nosy housewives off her back was the fact she didn't appear to be at all interested their precious hubbies. They'd of course noticed the steady stream of young men coming and going from her house, pretending to be discreetly outraged when in truth the women were more likely to be jealous than anything else.
As expected, the fairly tall, busty girl soon started screaming insults at her boyfriend and his mature mistress, Patricia's bored mock yawns only serving to infuriate her further. Really, what was it with teenagers and their passion for drama, the older woman sighed, making a show of looking at her wristwatch.
"Please, Cindy!" Patricia looked up, surprised to see Marcus finally taking part in their 'conversation'. The redhead had paused for a moment, no doubt preparing to start another rant, and the guy jumped at the opportunity. "Can we just go? I promise not to see her ever again," he begged, looking pitifully at his pretty girlfriend and flinching slightly when she turned her angry gaze towards him.
Things did calm down a bit after that interjection, though, and Patricia was certainly grateful for the reduced noise levels. That redhead had a serious set of lungs on her. After listening to a few more minutes of adolescent insults, the cougar could sense the young couple getting ready to make their exit. If she was going to make a move, it would have to be now.
Making up her mind, Patricia took a few steps towards the tall, sporty guy, touching his shoulder gently. She couldn't deny enjoying the way his girlfriend's eyes seemed to flare at the physical contact.
"Oh, Marcus. I'm so glad your relationship with Cindy, here, is strong enough to survive a little romance on the side," she murmured in a deliberately husky voice, giving the surprised boy a wide smile. "I'm sure you two will be happy together, and I wish all the best for you in the future," Patricia added, before starting to bite down on her lip, looking thoughtful.
"Although... now that you've gotten a taste of my gorgeous big boobs, are you sure you'll be able to settle for the next best thing?" she asked innocently, taking the shocked guy's hand and lifting it to cup her left mammary.
Patricia had known that her little performance would be sure to set the temperamental redhead off, but the speed with which she reacted appeared to come as a surprise. Cindy lunged forward with an infuriated scream, yanking poor Marcus away from the mature woman's clutches and slapping the bitch right across the cheek. The nerve of her!
The two women started to scream at each other, pulling the other's hair and exchanging painful slaps as they fought like wild animals. It took a moment for Marcus to snap out of his daze, and longer still to pull the wildcats off each other. Under different kind of circumstances it might've been pretty hot to have two females fighting over him, but as he was dodging sharp nails and taking kicks into his shins, the guy had trouble concentrating on the more sexy aspects of the situation.
"Get your fucking hands off me, Marcus!" the redhead screeched, doing her best to grab a hold of the older woman's ponytail while her boyfriend tried to keep them both at an arm's length. "I'm going to beat the shit out of this granny, and feed her big, saggy udders to her!"
"Hah, I'd like to see you try, bitch," Patricia spat in reply, laughing in the younger woman's face. "Your weak little tits are nothing compared to mine, I'd crush those soft sacks in a heartbeat."
"Fuck you, skank!" the redhead growled, backing off a few steps and starting to pull at the hem of her shirt. "You're on. My firm boobs are gonna wipe those ugly fat things right off your chest. Marcus won't even look at you twice once I'm done with them," she hissed, flinging the tight top away and reaching behind her back to unclasp her white cotton bra
Marcus seemed to be frozen, staring at his now half-naked girlfriend in astonishment. Patricia, on the other hand, answered with a smirk. "Oh, you really have no idea who you're messing with, girl. These wrecking balls have crushed more sets than your sad little boobs ever will."
In all fairness, though, Cindy's pair wasn't at all small. They were certainly bigger than average, maybe a mid-to-large D cup, and looked thick and full. They did appear to be a bit smaller than Patricia's heavy jugs, but the difference wasn't as significant as one might've thought. The older woman had also pulled off her own top, pausing for a second to watch the redhead's pair finally come free.
Cindy's orbs were pale, almost milky white, and topped by cute pink nipples. They sagged some now that there was no support, but seemed to have reasonably good firmness for their size and weight. Making sure she'd caught the cougar's eye, the redhead cupped her thick boobs, shaking them gently. The heavy orbs quivered and waved deliciously, but maintained their shape quite well, and quickly settled down. Her opponent gave a curt nod, pursing her lips slightly.
"Hmm, not bad. I can see why you didn't just fold straight away, you've probably flattened more than one girl with those?" Patricia asked, glancing towards Marcus who seemed to be mesmerized by the sight, watching his girlfriend's large breasts get ready to fight another pair with a hungry gaze.
"Damn right, granny," Cindy replied, looking smug. "These babies are what stole him from his previous girlfriend. And now they're going to take him from you, too. I'll crush you just like I crushed his bitchy ex Faith. She was at least pretty firm, unlike you."
"Oh?" the older woman asked, raising an eyebrow and allowing her lips to curl into a careful smile. "Your girlfriend seems to think that my boobs are soft, Marcus. Would you like to tell her what they're really like?" Patricia murmured seductively, blowing a kiss in the excited guy's direction. Marcus' arousal was clearly visible, a large bulge straining against the fabric of his beige pants. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, leaving him gulping air as if he was a fish stranded on the beach.
Patricia began to remove her bra with slow, deliberate movements, teasing the young man and making his girlfriend narrow her eyes in annoyance. The blonde returned her gaze, issuing a mental challenge and surprising the girl with her confidence. With one last smirk, the mature blonde peeled her bra away, revealing her expansive mammaries.
The redhead could only stare. Patricia's ample, creamy breasts didn't seem to hang much more than Cindy's own nineteen-year-old boobs, despite being almost one full cup size bigger. Sure, they had some stretch marks and undulated a bit, but were also a great deal firmer than the busty college girl had anticipated. Up until now, Cindy had been certain that the advantage in breast shape and apparent density would go to her. She wasn't anymore. They looked to be pretty much even.
"That's right, Ginger," Patricia said in a silky voice. "I've still got great boobs. Didn't expect such an impressive show from an old broad, did you?" The redhead's only reply was an angry growl as she stepped closer, thrusting her substantial jugs out at the cougar. Cindy was aware that she didn't have the perkiest pair in town, and that some girls about her size, like Loni and Tiffany, had tits that looked firmer than her own. But she also knew that her full, heavy tits were both bigger and better than most, having beaten several dense, young sets before. There was no chance in hell she'd let some over-aged skank with a surprisingly nice rack intimidate her.
"Enough posing, granny. It's high time I showed Marcus who's really got the superior set," Cindy spat out as she met her opponent tit-to-tit. "I think I'm going to enjoy flattening these wrinkly udders. Sit down, Marcus, and get ready to watch my firm boobs send them into retirement."
The tall guy quickly made his way to the couch, ogling at the two women as they took their positions in the middle of the living room. Cindy was somewhat taller, while Patricia was a bit broader all around, having both fuller hips and larger breasts. That said, both women had very nice proportions, and it was difficult to tell that one was in fact almost thirty years older than the other.
"Well?" Patricia asked coldly, taking a small step forward. "Are we going to do this or what?" Cindy bared her teeth at the blonde, and Marcus could see her nostrils flare dangerously. Provoking his girlfriend was never a good idea, as he'd found out.
“Take a good look at those fat, old udders Marcus,” Cindy whispered. “It's the last you'll ever see of them.”
Even with them standing tip-to-tip, it was still hard to decide which woman held the edge in visible firmness. Patricia's creamy mammaries may have had just a hint more sag, but to be fair, that could easily be attributed to the greater mass. It was no wonder the old bird was so proud of her jugs.
With an unfriendly smirk, Cindy thrust forward. Patricia didn't flinch, simply watching as the redhead's milky orbs met hers, both sets yielding slightly. As the initial contact registered, both women grunted softly. They pulled away soon enough, only to bring their ample boobs together in another gentle push. Each seemed satisfied with simply testing the waters for now, and Marcus leaned back, trying to find a more comfortable position. His erection was already quite painful, and something told him it would only get worse.
He watched as the the busty women started jabbing their chests together in a steady rhythm. Both pairs distorted at the point of contact, compressing as the supple flesh was forced outward by the opposing set. Neither's jugs seemed to be more affected that the other's, and waves of ripples flashed across their exposed racks. Marcus noticed his girlfriend glance down to gauge the battle that was raging between their busts, and looked on as the girl shoved her thick breasts harder into Patricia's, each fighter gaining or loosing footing with each movement.
The younger woman shoved her torso to the left while her tits were still touching the blonde's, sending a quick shot into the larger breasts and causing them to shake and wobble slightly. Cindy's mouth began to curl into a smile, but quickly returned into a tight line as she felt the cougar push back. Her boyfriend could see Patricia's jugs pushing the redhead's pale flesh back a bit before the two women separated and each pair regained its natural shape.
Surprising the college girl, Patricia suddenly thrust her substantial chest forward. The maneuver was accompanied by a dull thud, and Cindy hissed. Patricia grinned, rearing back for another strike, only to find Cindy's supple chest smacking into her own.
This time the older woman let out a grunt. She pulled back slightly, and both women stood cautiously, unwilling to give the other a free hit. They stared at each other for a few seconds before stepping forward at the same time. Their four breasts met with a smack and molded together. Marcus watched as all four mammaries began to flattened at the front, their ample flesh pushing out and to the sides. Even so, fairly little ground was being gained, and the two women began grinding away at each other's breasts with more powerful movements. The soft sound of breasts slipping over the other pair began increasing in intensity as sweat began to appear on both women's tits.
"I've always wanted to crush a little bitch like you, Cindy," Patricia hissed and thrust hard into the opposing rack. The college girl flashed her opponent a mocking smile, but couldn't conceal a small grunt as her boobs took the blow head on. The older woman noticed, and quickly shoved again. Cindy staggered back for a step or two, and Patricia immediately took advantage. She began rapidly thrusting her larger teats into the redhead's now jiggling orbs, taking delight in the girl's quiet gasps and grunts. The smile on Cindy's face had disappeared, and it was starting to look like the older - and presumably more experienced - titfighter had already gained the upper hand.
On the couch, Marcus' hand had found its way to his crotch. He rubbed his arousal distractedly while watching the busty women fight over him, scarcely believing his good luck. Earlier that day, when Cindy had found the messages on his phone, he'd been sure he'd fucked up for good. But right now, it looked like getting caught cheating on his girlfriend might turn out to be the best thing that'd ever happened to him.
Back in the center of the room, Patricia's creamy teats were still thrusting forward. But the assault quickly came to a sudden halt as Cindy took a step forward, shoving her thick boobs back against the cougar's bust. Patricia's breasts ballooned out for a moment, but fell back into shape as she felt the resistance and stopped her attack, pulling back.
"Well, well. Look at you, girl," Patricia grunted, a surprised look on her face. "I didn't think you had it in you."
"In that case, let me show what else I've got in me, bitch!" Cindy snarled, stepping closer again.
The redhead's slightly smaller breasts came barreling forward, and the older woman winced as she felt the younger set of boobs ram straight into her mammaries. The sudden shove sent waves of displaced breastmeat across Patricia's larger jugs, the ripples of flesh not having calmed down when Cindy pulled back for another blow. The mature blonde tried to move away, but the redhead landed another solid blow right into Patricia's shaking teats. Both pairs of breasts were now jiggling freely, providing their common lover on the couch one seriously enticing view.
Cindy thrust forward again, sending her right tit into Patricia's left and vice versa. The blonde grunted at the impact, feeling her proud mammaries flatten briefly, and the college girl allowed herself a small grin. Her lips quickly turned into a wince, though, as Cindy felt the older woman respond. They ground their substantial sets together for a moment, giving the other a feel of their tits' considerable weight and density.
Sensing she had time for one more blow, Cindy pulled back, successfully landing another shot. Both of Patricia's heavy udders jiggled impressively as they were rocked by the redhead's pale breasts, and the cougar looked down with a frown. Marcus, too, was watching Patricia's heavy mammaries, and began to suspect the blonde woman's chances against his young girlfriend. While Patricia's large, creamy breasts weren't flopping all over, the ripples on her breasts seemed to be more pronounced than Cindy's slight bouncing. The redhead did have the advantage of youth on her side after all, and it was hardly surprising if the cougar's breast tissue had become a bit looser over the years.
Looking quite annoyed, Patricia fired back. Her blow was well timed, but the redhead had clearly been expecting it. She managed to dodge the uppercut by ducking to the side, and immediately countered by starting to swing her shoulders back and forth. She alternated between left and right thrusts into her opponent's chest, causing their ample racks to shimmy and shake once more. Groaning in frustration, Patricia took a step back as she tried to interrupt Cindy's timing.
The redhead refused to give up her advantage, however, following forward with the same stride and keeping her tits in contact with the larger orbs. The younger woman's pale breasts were a blur as they plowed into her opponent's creamy flesh, and both pairs seemed to be giving up quite a bit of ground as they melded together.
Snarling, Patricia surprised Marcus by grabbing his girlfriend by the shoulders. The college girl's momentum stopped, and she was unable to evade the blonde's sudden lunge forward. Cindy obviously felt her big breasts squish under the heavy breasts of her opponent, and Patricia held on as she reared back for another blow. Groaning, the redhead staggered as the mature woman's full momentum plowed into her.
Marcus watched in awe as his girlfriend's eyes widened with surprise and pain, her shocked stillness allowing Patricia to continue with her assault. Cindy moaned as her opponent landed yet another strike with her heavy, dense jugs.
"There, why don't I use those little bags of yours for some extra practice, kid," Patricia laughed, heaving her chest from left to right, her right teat slamming into Cindy's left. "I'll admit I'd gotten a bit rusty, but that's fixed easily enough."
Before the redhead had finished groaning, Patricia's left mammary slammed into Cindy's right boob, causing the girl to gasp in obvious pain. The mature blonde grinned, winking at Marcus before she fired another shot with her heavy jugs into Cindy's reddening pair. The college girl staggered this time, and her foot slipped just a little as she fought to stay upright. Patricia shook her head at the rattled girl, clearly enjoying every second.
"Oh dear. Did you really think you could pummel my boobs with those weak, saggy bags? These," Patricia boasted, cupping her large, heavy orbs for a second before letting them bounce down with a quiet thud, "are great tits. They're better now than most women's breasts are in their prime. And that includes yours, apparently," she finished, flashing the redhead a small, mocking smile.
The mature blonde launched a half-strength shove into Cindy's right breast, causing the paler flesh to push out slightly. "See what I mean? I think I might even dismantle you one boob at a time." Another thrust from her elicited a tight groan from Marcus' girlfriend as she felt her other boob yield for a moment.
His erection was now throbbing violently, and Marcus began to mentally prepare himself to witness the busty MILF flatten Cindy's big tits right in front of him. He'd already considered Patricia's mature jugs to be just about equal to his girlfriend's slightly smaller set in terms of both visual appearances and groping feel, but it was starting to seem like they might in truth be even better. Holy shit this old cougar was hot.
As Patricia stepped forward for another blow, Cindy finally managed to pre-empt the attack, driving her sore breasts right into the waiting, creamy teats of her opponent. The older woman yelped aloud as Cindy's tits exploded into the sensitive underside of her heavy breasts, sending shockwaves of flesh riding outward. It was quite possibly the most vicious blow Marcus had seen his girlfriend deliver so far, and Patricia's face seemed to indicate that she agreed.
The mature blonde staggered back this time, shock and surprise evident on her face. Her hands flew to Cindy's shoulders as the redhead attempted to follow through. The moment Patricia seemed get her footing back, the redhead struck again, this time landing what seemed to be an uppercut underneath the blonde's larger jugs. Marcus watched her heavy, full teats flatten from the bottom, shaking violently as they rose up from the force of the blow. Cindy pulled back for another blow, and while Patricia tried to dodge, she was only partially successful. The redhead's left tit plowed into Patricia's corresponding orb, and both women cursed as they felt their sore flesh splay out violently. Marcus could see their ample breastmeat flow slowly back into form, refusing to give in to the opposing boob.
Patricia bent over slightly, either trying to regain her footing or looking to get her breasts into a better position. Either way, Cindy took advantage, bringing her meaty breasts around so quickly that the older woman could only hiss as the contact was made. A loud smack of flesh-on-flesh reverberated through the room, and Patricia's pain was etched in the groan as she reached out for Cindy's shoulders.
"Oh, you want a hug, do you?" Cindy smirked, relishing the dominance she'd managed to establish over the arrogant old bitch. "Careful what you wish for, granny. Watch my firm boobs put yours to sleep."
The redhead's arms wrapped around Patricia's somewhat more fleshy waist, and she pulled the mature woman into her chest. The blonde grunted at the force of the half-hug as their breasts flattened against each other. Both ample pairs seemed to push further in than before, but Marcus couldn't detect either set of mammaries gaining an obvious edge. Cindy did demonstrate some control of the fight in general as she twisted her own torso, sending little shocks of movement through both women's boobs. Her boyfriend looked like the epitome of a kid in a candy store as he watched their plentiful flesh shift and jiggle.
The move seemed to be affecting Patricia a bit more than it did the younger woman, and she grunted in staccato rhythms, almost to the beat of Cindy's grinding assault. Marcus' hand was glued to his straining erection at this point, but neither fighter paid him any notice.
Patricia groaned and started to grind back with greater force, both sets of tits flopping and slapping over each other. It was hard to tell from this type of contact if either woman was winning the competition, but Marcus certainly tried, staring at the scene as intently as humanly possible. He could see Cindy's heavy, dense breasts molding around Patricia's larger jugs at one point, only to then witness the reverse. It seemed like his two lovers were still locked in a stalemate.
As Cindy pulled away, Marcus noticed that a very sexy sheen of sweat had appeared on both pairs of breasts. The fight had been going Cindy's way long enough that he was a bit surprised to see how red his girlfriend's breasts were, but considering her pale skin tone, one couldn't really draw too many conclusions. And Patricia's thick boobs, too, looked undeniably sore and tender.
Cindy thrust quickly again, and another smack filled the room. Patricia actually gasped aloud as her heavy boobs were hit by the redhead's slightly smaller orbs, their dense flesh rippling enticingly. Marcus watched his girlfriend attempt to retake control by lining up her tits, and as she thrust forward, Patricia rewarded her efforts with a pained hiss. Cindy allowed a faint smile to overtake her lips as she reared back again.
But this time, Patricia was ready. The redhead's smile vanished as she felt the powerful arms of her opponent wrap around her back. The mature blonde laid both of her heavy tits on top of Cindy's smaller pair, and in doing so, trapped the college girl's arms under her own.
Cindy's heavy breathing and quiet whimpers seemed to indicate she was in serious trouble. The weight of Patricia's larger jugs was obviously pushing down on the redhead's boobs, and judging from the slight, rhythmic movements of the older woman's back, she was doing her best to simply drive her bountiful udders into the college girl's slightly smaller pair. The blonde seemed to regain her breath as she began grinding away at Cindy's big tits, and no doubt feeling her energy return, the woman began to taunt the young girl in her arms.
"Sorry, kiddo. You had a good run, but I think I'm going to just grind these flat now. I know Marcus will love seeing your big boobs turn into mush," Patricia cooed, looking tired but confident as she smiled at the young redhead. "And don't worry, I'll still let you fuck him occasionally. Now that we all know who the better woman is."
For emphasis, the mature blonde rolled her back, forcing a wave of her heavy tits onto Cindy's again. The redhead half-grunted, half-moaned, and all three watched her beautiful tits distort and twist under the weight of Patricia's larger jugs. Groaning loudly, Cindy grabbed Patricia's hips, trying to push her away, but the cougar seemed to just ignore the move, choosing to put more pressure on the college girl's increasingly displaced breasts.
Marcus noticed Cindy opening her eyes slowly, looking up at her boyfriend with a look he'd never seen before. She looked so lost, almost defeated, as she no doubt felt her big, proud tits starting to cave in under Patricia's impressive jugs.
The older woman had been watching the redhead's face as well, and actually snorted as she realized who she was looking at. "Yeah, he knows you're beat, too. Marcus over there loves fondling my gorgeous big tits, and though I have to admit your bouncy little set isn't half bad, I'm sure he's known that mine are better for quite a while now."
Cindy actually roared at that last bit, moving her gaze back to her opponent. She seemed to have gotten a new fire in her eyes, and locked her hands around the mature woman's waist, beginning to pull her closer.
"What, are you kidding me?" Patricia asked, sounding exasperated. "Kids these days really are slow learners. Oh well, someone had to teach you this lesson. Might as well be me," she sighed, shaking her head. Patricia twisted her torso again, but almost lost her balance as Cindy pulled down on her waist. The redhead suddenly drove her own chest forward, pushing Patricia's bigger teats up with her thick boobs.
"You little shit!" Patricia cursed, but flexed her arms, tightening the bearhug even further and trying to force her rack down. The redhead struggled for a while, but couldn't keep the sheer mass of the cougar's jugs up for long. Once their boobs met on even ground again, both women began to shove in a final test of tit supremacy. Marcus watched, entranced, as Patricia's large mammaries slowly started to envelop his girlfriend's pale breasts. The mature blonde's creamy flesh spilled ever-so-slightly over Cindy's sizable tits, and the redhead ground to the left and right with a growing urgency as she sensed her boobs beginning to yield.
"Yeah, I know you can feel it. My big, womanly breasts are grinding you flat, bitch. Your precious little teenage tits are done. Turned into mush by a better pair," the older woman hissed, watching her opponent's desperate expression with a smug glee. Oh, she could definitely get used to this. Who knew crushing busty college chicks would be this much fun?
Patricia's own, ample flesh billowed out quite a bit as well, but the difference between the two large racks was becoming more and more pronounced. The mature blonde's breast tissue was pushed to the sides for a moment when Cindy shoved back with greater force, but quickly started to overwhelm the redhead's failing tits again. Cindy looked on with horrified fascination as her big, dense tits continued to withdraw, Patricia's heavy orbs forcing her flesh to mold and flee despite her best efforts. Soon enough, the cougar had completely pinned the redhead's overmatched udders against her ribcage, flattening the girl's pride and joy in an impressive show of dominance.
"It's over now," Patricia continued, this time with a slightly softer voice, as she pulled away for a moment. "You've lost. I know you felt those floppy bags break down and make way for my firmer tits." The woman could see tears starting to flow down the girl's pretty cheeks, and cupped her jaw gently, lifting her head up. "Shh, it's okay, Cindy. You don't even need to say anything. Just watch."
She pushed her boobs forward again, slowly, almost lovingly. All three looked on as Cindy's big tits flattened, losing their nicely rounded shape. While Patricia's thick breasts started to do the same as the front of her breast met some resistance, there was really no comparison. The mature blonde continued pushing, eliciting a deep moan from her young opponent as she forced the redhead's boobs into her ribcage again. Patricia ground her victorious boobs into Cindy's loose udders for a while, enjoying the quiet whimpers of her shocked, tearful opponent.
Unable to resist a moment longer, Marcus opened his belt, freeing his straining cock from his pants as he watched the cougar's full, sweaty jugs overwhelm his girlfriend's obviously less powerful tits. Patricia looked up from the wrecked boobs of the young redhead just in time to see the young college guy begin to spurt his seed all over her leather couch, the poor boy apparently unable to stand the immense arousal he'd been experiencing for so long.
"Oh, gawwd, stop! You win, you win!" Marcus' girlfriend moaned, looking at her conqueror with pained, glistening eyes. Cindy was slowly coming to grips with what had happened, but still couldn't quite comprehend how it was physically possible for an old broad like this blonde to have out-boobed her.
"You have better, firmer breasts than I do," she mumbled, trying to pull away from the mature woman. Patricia wanted to hear one more thing, though, before she was ready let the humiliated girl go.
"And who's the better woman? Which one of us is hotter?" the cougar whispered, her hot breath blowing against Cindy's ear.
"You! You are the better woman, I'm just a little girl compared to you. Of course Marcus would prefer your body to mine, you're much more attractive than I am," the redhead sobbed, her voice cracking as she broke down and began to cry in earnest.
"Abso-fucking-lutely right, dear. I'm so glad we agree," Patricia smiled, nodding in condescending approval. "Well, it seems my work here is done," she murmured softly, before turning towards her boy toy. Marcus was laying sprawled out on the couch, flustered and sweaty, clearly still reeling from his powerful orgasm. Damn, he really did look delicious, Patricia thought, suddenly feeling even more happy about her win. The boy was all hers now, to do with as she pleased. Which reminded her.
"Feel free to quit bawling anytime you'd like," the cougar sighed, smirking at the defeated girl. "I meant what I said earlier, you can still fuck him if you want. I’m not greedy."
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