THE COACH by
Rodmanwriter
Sharon was an only child. Her parents had divorced when she
was very little and she lived alone with her father. After
cheating on her dad for years, her mother had taken off with
her lover and made no effort to fight for custody. Sharon’s
father had recently started seeing another woman named
Joanne. Joanne was always over at Sharon’s house, had her
own key, and often spent the night. Sometimes she could hear
them late at night, fucking each other’s brains out sounding
like two cats fighting. Joanne tried to relate to Sharon
like a mom would, but Sharon resented her trying to act like
her mom. Even though Sharon’s dad did the best he could,
having to work all day he had little time to help Sharon
with the trials and tribulations of adolescence. Even when
her dad sensed a problem, he had trouble relating to the
“female” issues that inevitably came up with an 18 year-old
girl. Subjects like hair, clothes, periods, and bras, were
like a foreign language to her father and he struggled to
relate to Sharon.
Actually, if you saw Sharon, you would say 18 year-old
“woman” instead of “girl.” She was an early bloomer and
already had the womanly curves you would expect to see on a
college senior instead of a high school senior. In fact, you
could say that Sharon had a “real woman’s” body you would
describe as voluptuous, but not in a bad way. Sharon’s body
reminded you of the centerfolds in those old Playboy
magazines your dad used to look at from the 60’s with those
full figured women. Sharon had full hips and a round hard
ass, but no excess fat or cellulite. Her legs were long
enough to compensate for her hourglass figure and were firm
with muscular calves. Although not washboard, her stomach
was hard and flat with a deep sexy belly button. As you
would expect with this body type, her breasts were no less
than eye popping. Sharon’s boobs were a sight to behold,
full and wide, with dark silver dollar sized areolas and
thick rubbery peaks. Sharon’s hourglass figure measured
38D-26-38.
Sharon had an incredible body, a body that would make Hugh
Hefner blush, but despite her exceptional assets, she
dressed and behaved like a shy little schoolgirl. To
describe Sharon as insecure would be an under statement.
Without a mom in the house, she dressed much like a tomboy
and wore no makeup. Her clothes tended to be plain and
baggy, only revealing a hint of what her body was like when
you saw her on campus. She had few friends and mainly kept
to herself at school. She would notice the junior and senior
girl cliques and longed to be popular and fit in. The older,
well-developed girls would proudly and skillfully flaunt
their firm, high tits with tight blouses and halter-tops,
displaying their cleavage and hard nipples. Sharon saw how
the cute boys would drool over the sexy stacked ones and she
envied them. She didn’t envy their bodies, she knew what she
had, but she envied their attitude and confidence.
One day at school while sitting alone in her usual lunch
spot, Sharon noticed a group of the four most popular girls
in the school looking in her direction. Soon, the one named
Carol (Sharon knew them all by name) strolled over to Sharon
and addressed her by name. “Sharon, right?” “Yeeeessss”
Sharon stammered. “A bunch of us are going over to my
girlfriend Page’s house after school to mess around, and we
were wondering if you wanted to come.” “Aaaaaahhh, sure, I
guess.” Sharon replied with a puzzled look on her face.
Carol looked delighted and asked Sharon to meet them out
front after school so they could go in one car. As Carol
returned to her clique, Sharon could see looks of approval
on the other three girl’s faces as their messenger
acknowledged that Sharon had accepted the invitation. Now
Sharon was surely naive, but not born yesterday. “Why would
the single most popular group of girls in the school invite
me out with them?” Sharon thought to herself. Desperate to
fit in, Sharon convinced herself that their intentions must
be genuine. When the time came, the four girls pulled up to
Sharon in front of the school in a red Mustang convertible.
Sharon hopped in the back seat and squeezed between Gail and
Sue, with Carol driving and Page in the front seat. Sharon
sat silently as the four girls chattered and gossiped, all
with the same valley girl accent.
Arriving at Page’s house, they all piled out, ushering
Sharon through the front door and upstairs to Page’s bedroom
to lounge around and continue chatting. Feeling a bit more
comfortable now, Sharon relaxed but still didn’t say much.
As you would expect from a bunch of high school girls, the
girl talk quickly turned to sex and then degenerated to a
series of catty remarks about the bodies of other girls in
the school. Sharon was very uncomfortable with this line of
talk and her heart began to beat faster. Suddenly, after a
particularly derogatory remark by Gail about some new girls
flat chest, Sue said under her breath, “Yeh, but I bet she
could take you.”
“Well if she could take me, then she could certainly smash
yours flat!” Gail snapped back at Sue with hands on her
hips, chest thrust out.
“I beat you last time Gail. You know mine are bigger than
yours and obviously firmer.” Sue retorted, in a
matter-of-fact tone.
Sharon couldn’t believe her ears. She was pretty sure of
what they were referring to, but still couldn’t believe
these two preppie teenagers were talking about their boobs.
Gail and Sue (the two arguing) had roughly the same size
boobs - full Cs I would say. Carol had a nice pair also, but
hers seemed to stick out much further, probably a large C or
beginner D. Page’s were undoubtedly Ds and she seemed
unconcerned with Gail and Sue’s boob squabble. Gail and Sue
were now both standing in the middle of the room,
face-to-face, hands on hips, chests thrust out, glancing
down at each other’s fully clothed breasts.
“I can’t believe you still think you are bigger than me
after I destroyed you last time.” Sue announced.
“I gave up because I was tired, not because I lost to those
weak little things.” Gail spat back, looking down at Sue’s
bust.
The girls were really pissed now and they looked over to
Carol and Page on the bed for some kind of official
judgment. Carol and Page just smirked and shrugged their
shoulders.
“Ok fine! Then I’ll prove it!” Gail said and began to
unbutton her blouse. In response, Sue rolled her eyes and
also began to release the buttons down the front of her own
blouse. Both quickly peeled off their blouses to reveal two
very similar white lace bras that barely held each girls
full young breasts. As the conflict escalated, Sharon sat
motionless against the wall in shock, trying not to panic.
“It looks to me like this question has been settled now,
hasn’t it.” Gail declared as she moved her lace-covered
breasts close to Sue’s to compare.
“It sure has honey, and I think you must have stopped
growing.” Sue shot back as she showcased her breasts only
inches from Gail’s almost identical tits.
“Sure, with that padded bra of yours.” Gail said with an
insecure laugh.
“In your dreams little girl.” Sue snapped as she reached
back with one hand and expertly undid the back clasp on her
spring-loaded bra, immediately removing it and throwing it
to the ground.
Seeing Sue remove her bra, Gail undid her own white lace
bra, dropping it to the floor. They compared completely
topless now with backs arched and shoulders pulled back,
forcing their engorged breasts out to their fullest extent.
Sharon let out an audible gasp at the sight of Gail and
Sue’s creamy white breasts, both with fully erect nipples.
Again, the two busty teenagers looked over to Carol and Page
on the bed for a judgment. Carol just shrugged like last
time, but to Sharon’s horror, Page looked over at her and
said, “Ask Sharon what she thinks.”
Gail and Sue
simultaneously turned their upper torsos to face Sharon,
giving her an unobstructed view of their magnificent young
breasts. As they turned, their heaving breasts swayed back
and forth before coming to a stop, pointing directly at
Sharon. Sharon finally panicked! Feeling like she was going
to urinate right there on the floor, Sharon jumped up and
ran out the bedroom door and down the stairs. She stopped at
the front door, face in her hands, crying. Carol ran down
after her to explain. “This is just girl stuff.” Carol said
in a comforting manner. “You know how competitive girls get
about their tits.” Carol went on to explain that at first
they just compared in bras, but their nasty little contests
eventually went nude. Carol smiled to try and calm Sharon.
“We’re not lesbians or anything, if that’s what you are
worried about. It’s just a little harmless titfighting.”
Sharon managed to stop crying momentarily. “Come back
upstairs ok? That’s why we asked you over. You looked like
you could hold your own.” Carol said, looking down at
Sharon’s carefully hidden bust. Shocked by Carol’s
insinuation, Sharon yelled “No!” and bolted out the door and
down the street, eventually walking home.
Arriving home, she ran to her room, locked the door, and
threw herself on the bed crying. A few moments later, there
was a knock on her bedroom door. Thinking her dad had come
home early, Sharon forced herself to stop crying and
answered the door. To her surprise, it was her dad’s
girlfriend Joanne. “I heard you crying and thought you may
want to talk about it.” Joanne explained. Feeling she had to
talk to someone, even Joanne, Sharon agreed to talk.
Sharon proceeded
to explain about what had happened at Page’s house,
describing the near titfight between Gail and Sue. With a
confident smile on her face, Joanne sat down next to Sharon
and said, “Oh yes, reminds me of my high school years.”
“What do you mean?” Sharon said, expecting Joanne to be just
as shocked as she was. “Why do they do that?” Sharon asked
curiously. “It’s only normal that girls your age become
competitive about their boobs once they start to develop.”
Joanne explained. “I think they wanted me to do it too.”
Sharon said in an embarrassed tone. “Do you want to hang out
with these girls?” asked Joanne. “Yes, I guess so.” Sharon
said, deep down knowing she would do just about anything to
be part of their clique. “I can help you with this if you
want me to.” Joanne said hesitantly. “You’ve done it? You've
actually put your tits up against another girl’s and fought
with them?” Sharon said with a wide-eyed expression. “Sure
did, and I was tough to beat too.” Joanne said like a
retired pro football player. “I’d like to think I could
still hold my own if I had to.” Joanne said, thrusting her
chest out and looking down at her impressive bust line.
Joanne was young
looking for her age and at 35, was obviously in great shape.
It wasn’t hard for Sharon to understand why her dad loved to
fuck Joanne’s lights out on a regular basis. Joanne had a
slim but shapely body with a flat stomach and tight little
ass. Sharon only now noticed Joanne’s substantial breasts,
in perfect proportion to her body. Joanne had not gone
through childbirth and breastfeeding so her boobs still had
plenty of perk to them. In her mind, Sharon estimated that
Joanne’s tits were easily full C’s, comparing them in her
mind to the clear look she had gotten of Gail and Sue’s
perfect C cups at Page’s house. Joanne’s measurements were
36C-24-36.
At that very moment, Sharon somehow resolved herself to
cross some imaginary line in her head she had always been
afraid to cross. She knew that if she didn’t do something
drastic to change her image, she would continue to have few
friends, no boyfriend, and basically no life. Having made
this fundamental decision in her own mind, Sharon looked at
Joanne with steely eyes and said, “Show me everything you
know about titfighting.” “This is not kid stuff we’re
talking about here.” Joanne cautioned. “It can get pretty
rough sometimes, depending on your opponent and the rules.”
Joanne went on to explain. “I don’t care.” Sharon proclaimed
in a resolute voice. “I’m not backing down this time, I
always back down.”
Seeing the
determined look on Sharon’s face, Joanne gestured for Sharon
to stand and face her in the middle of the bedroom. “Take
that baggy old sweatshirt off and let me look at you.”
Joanne commanded like a football coach. Sharon did what she
was told, crossing her arms as she pulled the sweatshirt
over her head, throwing it on the bed. Joanne looked down to
see that Sharon was wearing a bra that her grandmother might
wear, with huge padded cups and thick straps. The bra showed
almost no cleavage and did not showcase Sharon’s substantial
assets. “Let me explain something to you.” Joanne started,
shaking her head as she looked down at Sharon’s outdated
bra. “A titfight is a psychological contest as well as a
physical battle. You must intimidate your opponent visually
first then dominate her physically.” Joanne said as she held
her hands up cupping her own breasts without touching them.
“Look, let me show you what I mean.” Joanne said as she
quickly unbuttoned and removed her blouse.
Sharon couldn’t
help but blush as Joanne revealed a very low-cut, lacy, red,
under-wire bra like something you would see in a Victoria
Secrets catalog. It lifted and squeezed Joanne’s breasts
together creating a huge cleavage, barely covering her
nipples, now clearly visible through the sheer material.
Joanne showcased her breasts to Sharon by moving her upper
body slowly from side-to-side. “You will need to maximize
what you’ve got and show that yours are sexier, not just
firmer.” Joanne said as she flexed her pectoral muscles and
sucked in a deep breath. This made Joanne’s boobs expand,
almost popping out the top of her sexy bra. “I don’t have
any bras like that.” Sharon said in a disappointed voice.
“Take mine.” Joanne said as she reached back to undo the
clasp. As Joanne reached back, Sharon panicked saying, “No
No No! I can’t take yours!” but it was too late as Joanne’s
bra snapped off and slid down her arms. Joanne held the bra
out to Sharon with one hand and said, “Go ahead, put it on.”
At this point Sharon was staring at Joanne’s breasts, she
couldn’t help it, they were beautiful. They were mature
looking breasts, widely set on her chest with small dark
nipples just above center on each one. They swayed back a
forth as Joanne gestured again for Sharon to try her bra on.
Sharon couldn’t help but notice that Joanne’s nipples were
terribly erect, her breasts covered with goose bumps.
With her heart
pounding, Sharon slowly reached back with both hands and
undid the row of clasps that connected the two-inch strap of
her bra. As she let her bra slide down her arms, Joanne let
out a loud gasp. Beet red, Sharon just stood there,
shoulders hunched, head down. Even with that posture,
Sharon’s magnificent breasts swayed and bounced with their
substantial weight. “Head up, shoulders back.” Joanne
commanded. Sharon obeyed, thrusting her shoulders back,
looking up at Joanne. “My god girl!! You are absolutely
stacked!!” Joanne exclaimed loudly like a proud mother.
Joanne just stood there for a moment admiring Sharon’s
spectacular young breasts. Sharon’s large brown areolas were
now bumpy and erect, sticking out at least a full inch.
“These are lethal weapons girl! You are going to dish out
some serious punishment after I’m done with you.” Joanne
said in amazement, staring at Sharon’s rack. At that moment,
they both looked at the sexy little red bra dangling from
Joanne’s hand and burst into laughter. “We’ll go out and buy
you one, ok?” Joanne said as she threw it over her shoulder.
Sharon and Joanne just stood there topless for a few silent
moments in mutual admiration of each other’s breasts. “Ok,
now let’s get down to business.” Joanne said in a commanding
voice. “Intimidation only goes so far with this sort of
competition. You eventually will have to back it up.” Joanne
explained. “Big isn’t everything.” she said. “A firm pair
will destroy a big flabby pair every time.” Joanne said as
she cupped her own breasts, lifting and squeezing them then
letting them drop. Her breasts were incredibly firm still
and only bounced slightly after she let go of them. “How
firm are you?” Joanne asked, looking at Sharon’s melons.
“Pretty firm I think.” Sharon said, as she turned sideways
to show Joanne, lifting both of her breasts and squeezing
them at the same time. The sensation Sharon felt as she
caressed her breasts was incredible and she only then
realized how aroused she was when she felt her rock hard
nipples stabbing the palms of her hands as she squeezed.
When Sharon let go of her tits, they bounced and wiggled but
did not sag at all.
“Good.” Praised
Joanne. “Have you ever felt another girls breasts against
your own?” Joanne asked in a serious voice. “No, never.”
Sharon replied. "You can’t go into this completely green.”
Joanne said. “Practice with me.” Joanne firmly suggested,
thrusting her chest out with hands on her hips. “I’m not
sure I can do this.” Sharon said sheepishly. “Come on, I’ll
go easy on you.” Joanne said with a superior grin on her
face. Joanne’s comment had its desired affect and Sharon was
visibly pissed off. “I’m certainly not scared of you.”
Sharon shot back, “It’s just the whole idea of this
titfighting I’m not sure of.” “What, you’re scared of your
dad’s old lady?” Joanne said as she moved her tits closer to
Sharon’s, deliberately trying to goad Sharon into tit
sparring. That really pissed Sharon off and she too thrust
her tits out, lining up her young hard nipples with Joanne’s
experienced nips, now only inches away.
Both women now looked down at each other’s breasts to
compare. With their breasts only inches apart, the visual
comparison was devastating for Joanne. Sharon’s big firm
tits visually dominated Joanne’s in almost every aspect. In
addition to being bigger in volume, Sharon’s areolas were
now swollen under her thick rubbery knobs, making her
nipples look twice the size of Joanne’s. “I wonder what your
daddy would say now about his precious little girl?” Joanne
said in a sarcastic tone. This last comment sent Sharon over
the top. “Ok, fight me then!” Sharon squealed, pushing her
shoulders back and pressing her heaving breasts into
Joanne’s. Joanne responded in kind, moving forward to meet
Sharon’s assault, also with hands on hips. Never having felt
another woman’s breasts against her own, Sharon gasped when
her throbbing breasts came into contact with Joanne’s firm
bust. The initial thrust was head-on and both women’s
breasts compressed tightly, mushrooming out to the sides. At
full compression, both looked down in amazement to see that
Sharon’s firm young breasts had fully engulfed Joanne’s
proud bosoms. Joanne’s boobs were pressed flat to her chest
while Sharon still had plenty of cleavage showing.
“Oh my god!”
Joanne shouted as she bent her knees slightly, sliding her
firm tits under Sharon’s and driving her nipples up into the
soft underside of Sharon’s heavy breasts just below her
nipples. As Joanne stabbed upward, Sharon’s tits mushroomed
up toward her face, her nipples sticking almost straight up.
Joanne slowly scraped her sharp nipples up and over Sharon’s
soft titflesh taking dead aim at her swollen brown areolas.
When Joanne’s hard nipple knobs met Sharon’s areolas, Sharon
squealed and then yelled “Ouch!!” as Joanne’s nipples dug
into Sharon’s areolas and then flicked across Sharon’s
tender knobs, painfully bending them over.
Shocked by the
sting of Joanne’s nipples scraping across her sensitive
points, Sharon stepped back, cupping her boobs with both
hands. As Sharon cupped her breasts, she massaged the sting
out of her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. “What
did you do to me?!” Sharon asked in amazement. “Titfighting
is not just about brute strength honey.” Joanne preached.
“Having big fat nipples like yours will be a great asset
once you learn how to use them, but they can also be a
liability if you’re not careful.” Joanne explained. Sharon
nodded her understanding, still rubbing her nipples.
“Ok, lock your
hands around my back at the base of my spine.” Joanne
instructed. Sharon obeyed, slowly wrapping her arms around
Joanne’s waist. Joanne raised her arms up to let Sharon lock
her hands and get a good grip. Joanne then reached around
Sharon’s waist, locking her own hands tightly at the base of
Sharon’s back. This position brought their breasts tightly
together again, nipple to nipple, causing them to mushroom
upward to form a massive cleavage. Sharon maintained her
grip, but only squeezed lightly. Like a father showing his
son how to shake hands, Joanne roughly squeezed hard around
Sharon’s waist, slapping her flat belly against Sharon’s and
increasing the pressure between their now damp breasts.
“Come on you little pussy! This is not a dance, this is the
end game move I’m showing you here.” Joanne barked.
Sharon’s eyes lit
up and she squeezed back as hard as she could. Sharon’s arms
were inside of Joanne’s in this backbreaking bear hug and
her biceps were squeezing her breasts together, forcing them
to penetrate deeply into Joanne’s tits. With their lips
almost touching, Sharon looked into Joanne’s eyes and could
see that she was in pain as Sharon’s big hard nipples dug
into Joanne’s nipples, forcing them back into her rib cage.
“If you can get
your opponent locked up like this, make sure your arms are
on the inside.” Joanne instructed through gritted teeth.
“Look what it does to those big tits of yours.” Joanne said,
looking down at Sharon’s sweaty tits engulfing hers. “Now,
rub back and forth against my nipples.” Joanne ordered.
Sharon obeyed and slowly slid both of her nipples across
Joanne’s flattened boobs. Sharon could feel her nipple knobs
flick roughly across Joanne’s simultaneously, painfully
bending them over. But this time, it was Joanne that let out
a loud squeal as Sharon’s big hard nipples dug deeply into
Joanne’s sore buds. Hearing Joanne yelp gave Sharon a huge
feeling of satisfaction. Maintaining her tight grip, Sharon
immediately slid her big nipples back across Joanne’s tits
the other way, again feeling her daggers flicking across
Joanne’s now softening nipples painfully.
“Ok, that’s
enough!!” Joanne yelped loudly. Ignoring Joanne’s order to
stop, Sharon scraped her boobs back and forth across
Joanne’s compressed tits two more times, each time eliciting
agonizing squeals from Joanne. “I said stop now!!” Joanne
cried out, half commanding and half begging. Now Sharon
poured it on, racking her tits back-and-forth,
back-and-forth across Joanne’s sore boobs, each time
dragging her still rock-hard nipples across Joanne’s
nipples. Joanne pleaded with Sharon to stop, her arms now
limp at her side. Now, instead of feeling Joanne’s nipple
knobs flicking across hers, Sharon felt no resistance as her
own stiff points scraped across Joanne’s areolas. After one
more deep and agonizing grind, Sharon released her grip
around Joanne’s back and let her collapse on the bed.
Standing there triumphantly over Joanne, hands on hips,
boobs thrust out, Sharon said, “Think I’m ready coach?”
THE END