Shy B.B.W.L. newcomer Julie will tangle with resident bitch Samantha; it'll be two full-bodied women in a hot-blooded contest.

"Oh, yeah, baby, yeah," Julie moaned encouragingly, "that's what I want."

She was lying naked on her back and started to squirm when her boyfriend Scott removed his slick, hard cock from her pussy and placed it between her massive tits. He pushed her J cups together around his cock and asked, "Since when do you like to be tit-fucked?"

"Since last night," she answered softly. "I never knew before then how erotic it feels."

Scott flashed back on the previous night's events. They'd had dinner and drinks at their friends' apartment across the hall and had ended up swapping partners and having some of the best sex they'd had in a while. Michael had obviously tit-fucked Scott's girlfriend Julie during the course of the evening, and Julie had obviously liked it. Scott had been too busy with Michael's lush-bodied girlfriend Heather to notice. As he remembered what it had felt like to fuck that little blonde bombshell, Scott's cock became almost painfully engorged. He pushed Julie's pillow-y breasts together even harder and pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

When Scott started sliding his cock back and forth between her tits, Julie reached down and rubbed her aroused clitoris. As Scott moved faster and faster, Julie timed her finger strokes to his cock strokes until, panting and with heads thrown back, they climaxed nearly simultaneously.

The telephone rang as they were trying to catch their breath. "Let the machine pick it up," said Scott. He was lying on his back next to Julie, one hand across his eyes and the other hand resting on the damp curls of her pussy.

"No, I'll get it." Julie arose slowly from the king-size bed. "It's probably Heather. She said she was gonna call me today about the wrestling."

Just as she thought, it was Heather on the line. "Hi, Julie, how's it going over there?"

"Uh, great. We're not too hung over."

"We're not, either." Heather paused before asking, "Have you guys been in a...oh, I don't know how to describe it...a sexy mood today?"

"Do you mean, have we been horny all day?" Julie said with a laugh. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, we have. We've had sex three times so far today."

"So have we! Michael's been walking around with a hard-on most of the day, and I'm so wet I've had to change my panties twice. You know, maybe the four of us should get together again sometime like we did last night. It seems to do wonders for our sex lives, huh?"

"It sure seems like it," agreed Julie. "I've never come so many times in one day, and today's not even over yet!"

Heather chuckled knowingly then said, "Listen, I talked to Laura this afternoon and told her you wanted to join the B.B.W.L. She said that since I'm a founding member of the League, our wrestling 'match' last night would count as your audition match. I told her how well you did and how fast you picked up the moves I showed you, oh, and also that your tits are real, and Laura said that was good enough for her. You're in! She wants you to come early next Saturday, around 9:00. You need to sign some papers and then she'd like you to take the beginner's class at 9:15. The morning matches start at 10:00 now because there're so many wrestlers. You'll have two matches, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Oh, this is so exciting! I'm so glad you're going to be in the League!"

"Me, too," said Julie. "Now, I just need to find a couple of bikinis that'll fit my big boobs."

"I'll go with you to Bare Essentials, they have tons of stuff in your size. How about going Wednesday after work?"

"That'd be great, thanks," Julie replied. "Is there anything else I need to know or need to do before next Saturday?"

"Ummm," Heather drawled as she thought about Julie's question. "Oh, yeah, you need to file your fingernails short and smooth. Laura checks every girl, every week. And don't bother wearing any jewelry, you'll just have to take it off before you can wrestle. Laura checks that, too."

"OK, then, I'll see you Wednesday," said Julie. "Right now, I wanna go get me some more from Scott."

"Yeah, I'm not through with Michael yet, either. See ya!"

The two couples drove together to Laura and Rick's house the following Saturday morning. When they arrived, Julie found she wasn't to be the only newcomer that day. Laura had persuaded Carol, the huge-breasted, 50-year-old owner of Bare Essentials Lingerie, to join the League.

"You're both going to be in the Heavyweight Division," said Laura, the League President. "It's for women who have H, I and J cup tits. Right now, we have six women in that division, including the two of you." She pointed to a large white easel board. "Those are the pair-ups and match times for today's bouts. You'll be wrestling each other first, at 11:30, and in the afternoon, Julie, you're matched up with Bridget and, Carol, you're matched up with Samantha."

"Are all the Lightweight matches held first, then the Middleweight, then the Heavyweight?" asked Julie.

"No, we mix them up because it seems to hold everyone's interest more that way. OK, then," Laura said as she handed a set of papers to both Julie and Carol. "I need you to read and sign these two documents. The first one states that you've received a copy of the League rules and regulations, that you've read and understand them, and that you agree to abide by them. The rules are attached to the statement. The second document is a Hold Harmless Agreement. It states that you are a willing participant in the Big Breasted Wrestling League and that neither the League nor Rick and I will be held responsible if you're injured during a wrestling match."

Seeing Carol and Julie ponder her last words, Laura said, "You both know from your audition matches that wrestling is very physical, but we honestly do our best to make sure no one gets hurt here. That's why we have so many rules. If something were to happen to you during a wrestling match, though, we need to show that you were aware of that possibility and chose to participate in the League, anyway."

Heather chimed in. "I've been wrestling for over four months and I've never gotten hurt. Just a few bruises and some achy muscles. Although, now that I think about it, my pride's been hurt a number of times!"

Julie and Carol hesitated for only a second before signing their Hold Harmless Agreements. They quickly skimmed the lists of rules then signed those papers, too. "Great," said Laura. "Welcome to the B.B.W.L." She glanced over to the wrestling mat and saw her husband, Rick, and two bikini-clad women standing in the middle. "It's time for the beginner's class," she said. "Go ahead and take off your cover-ups then meet me on the mat."

"Here," said Heather to Julie and Carol, "I'll take your clothes and put them in that first tent on the right."

The moment of truth had arrived for Julie. Her biggest reservation about belonging to the B.B.W.L. was having to be so scantily dressed while she wrestled, especially in front of so many people. Despite all the encouragement she'd gotten from Heather and Scott, Julie still wasn't sure if she could do it. She waited until Carol had removed her knee-length T-shirt, exposing a pretty flowered bikini and a far less than perfect body. Carol seemed completely at ease standing there with her I-cup tits barely covered by a top that was at least two sizes too small. In fact, she'd straightened her shoulders and was proudly thrusting out her enormous breasts, which she obviously knew were her best features.

Seeing that, Julie decided to swallow her self consciousness. She removed the short, sleeveless sundress she was wearing over her brand-new bikini and handed it to Heather. "You look great in that bikini," said Heather. "I'd kill for those long legs of yours. And as for your tits, well, don't even get me started." Julie hugged her friend and, with her head raised and her shoulders squared, she walked over to the wrestling mat.

Rick and Laura both were very impressed with Julie after the beginner's class. She'd shown her strength and coordination and had been an extremely quick learner. "Boy, you're a natural," Laura said to Julie as they walked off the mat.

"Yeah," said Rick, "I don't think Samantha's going to remain undefeated now that you're in her division."

"Samantha?" Hmm, thought Julie, Why does that name sound familiar? Then she remembered--she'd seen a woman named Samantha wrestle the previous Saturday. She also remembered thinking at the time that Samantha was a total bitch.

"Samantha is in the Heavyweight Division and she's undefeated," Laura explained as she walked. "She's never lost a match, and she says she doesn't intend to. But now that you're in that division, I don't think she'll have a choice! You're really good, Julie, and with more practice and experience, you should be able to beat Samantha."

Several people approached Laura just then, each trying to get her attention. "Duty calls," she said to Julie with a pretend sigh. "Good luck today."

Looking around Laura and Rick's backyard, Julie was surprised to see how many people had already arrived to watch the day's wrestling. She glanced at the giant clock that was mounted on one of the tree trunks near the wrestling "arena" and saw that it was almost 10:00. She was about to go find herself a good viewing seat in one of the new grandstands when Heather appeared at her side. Heather had removed her short terry cloth robe and was dressed in a yellow bikini. It was identical to the green one Julie was wearing, though in a much smaller size.

"Hey," said Heather, "I don't wrestle until 11:15 and you don't wrestle until 11:30. We've got over an hour to kill, and it's hot already. Do you wanna go for a dip in the pool right now while we're waiting?"

"No, I wanna watch the other wrestlers. I'll go swimming after my second match today." Julie's attention was suddenly caught by two women who were walking in her general direction and who were taking obvious pains to keep as great a distance between themselves as possible. As they got closer to her, Julie could see cuts, bruises and scratches on both of their faces and bodies.

"Hey, aren't those the two women who had that grudge match last Saturday?" Julie asked her friend.

"Yeah, those are the ones. Brenda's the blonde and Sherry's the brunette."

Both of the women in question looked as if they'd been hit by a truck. Sherry sported a cut lip and the remnants of a black eye; Brenda's nose was puffy and there were long scratches down both of her cheeks.

"God, what happened to them?" Julie wondered.

"I just heard from another wrestler that Brenda followed Sherry home last week after their match. Apparently, they had an all-out fight to the finish that night."

"Who won?"

"Nobody knows," said Heather. "And you can't tell by looking at them. They both look beat up."

"You can say that again. Oh, by the way, have you seen Scott around anywhere?"

"Yeah, he's shooting pool with Michael." Heather added, "Michael doesn't have to ref until later this morning. In fact, he's going to be refereeing your match."

"Oh, that's good," was all Julie could think to say. So Michael's gonna ref my very first match...I'll be down on the mat, locked together with Carol, breasts heaving, I'll be on top, Michael will be hovering over us, leaning down, close, close enough I can reach up and touch his cock, stroke his cock, he can't wait, he'll tear off my bathing suit, and...

Julie gave herself a mental shake. "Um, well, the matches are about to start. I really wanted to watch other women wrestle before I have to do it myself, you know?"

"Sure," said Heather. "I'll catch up with you later."

As Julie walked over to the grandstands, she suddenly noticed all the attention she was getting from the male spectators. Most of them were staring blatantly at her gigantic jugs, which were swaying back and forth like a pair of pendulums with every step she took. Julie had to force herself not to lower her eyes and hunch her shoulders as she moved past the oglers on her way to get a seat.

"Hey, sweetie," one of them called out, "are you new? What's your name?" "You've got a great set of tits," called out another man. "Can we see 'em?" Julie ignored them as she took a seat near the top of the closest grandstand. She could feel her face start to flame, though, when a chant went up from some of the men. "SHOW US YOUR TITS! SHOW US YOUR TITS! SHOW US YOUR TITS!"

"You wanna see some tits, boys? What do you think of these babies?" An attractive, older woman who was seated near Julie stood up and removed her bikini top. She put her hands on her rounded hips, bent slightly at the waist and shook her huge, dangling breasts for several seconds. The men yelled, clapped and whistled in appreciation. The woman took a bow, then sat down next to Julie and started to put her top back on.

"I'm Marilyn," the woman said. "Would you mind fastening me in the back?"

"Sure," said Julie as she reached over and hooked the woman's top. "My name's Julie. It's my first day in the League."

"Nice to meet you, Julie. The men are right, you do have a great set of tits. What are you, an I cup or a J cup?"

"I'm a J cup," replied Julie. "Um, thanks for what you did just now."

"My pleasure. Listen, doll, if you're going to be part of this League, you'll need to get used to having your tits being the center of attention. Instead of being bothered by that, though, you should be proud. Not many women have been blessed with tits your size. You should learn to take advantage of your assets."

"I just feel like I'm some kind of freak of nature." Julie glanced down at the busty woman's chest and asked, "So, how do you take advantage of your assets?"

"I use them to get laid," Marilyn said with a laugh. "Since joining the League, I've had my pick of men. I can get as much cock as I want. Life has never been so good!"

"I have a boyfriend, so I'm not interested in any other cocks right now." Except Michael's, Julie thought guiltily. Since last Saturday night, that super-talented cock of his is all I can think about. She jumped in her seat when Laura's voice suddenly came over the loudspeaker, announcing the first match of the day.

The match was almost over when Scott joined the two women in the stands. Giving Julie a quick kiss on the lips, he said, "This place is unbelievable! Man, I am so glad you joined the League." Julie smiled at him then turned to Marilyn and said, "This is my boyfriend Scott. Scott, this is Marilyn. She wrestles in the Middleweight Division."

"Nice to meet you," Scott said as he stared admiringly at her barely-covered H cups.

"Nice to meet you, too, Scott," said Marilyn. She looked him up and down before telling Julie, "He's sure a tall, cool drink of water. No wonder you don't need any other cocks right now. You'd better hide him from Samantha, though." Marilyn got up and stretched, missing Julie's puzzled look. "I think I'll go sit in the jacuzzi for a bit. See you folks later."

Before Julie knew it, the time had come for her match with Carol. Scott gave Julie an encouraging pat on the butt as she got up and left the grandstand for the wrestling mat. An excited Heather had just won her Lightweight Division match and was waiting for Julie at the edge of the mat.

"OK, Julie, it's your turn," Heather said. "You can do this, no problem." Heather squealed when her boyfriend Michael suddenly grabbed her from behind and gave her a big hug.

"You were great, baby," he said. Michael spun her around and kissed her. "I gotta go to work now. I'll see you at lunch." Turning to Julie, he looked up and asked, "Are you ready?" before dropping his eyes and sneaking a long look at her imposing breasts. Although he'd seen them naked last week, he had never seen them in a bikini top before. He was mightily impressed.

Julie blushed when she saw the object of her recent fantasies gaze so desirously at her breasts. "R-ready as I'll ever be," she stammered.

"I'm ready, too," said Carol as she joined them by the mat. Laura came over to the waiting women and asked to see their fingernails. Satisfied with the length and smoothness of both women's nails, she quickly checked them for jewelry and then led Carol and Julie to the center of the mat.

"Attention, everyone," Laura said into her microphone. "The next match is a Heavyweight bout between two brand-new wrestlers. Please welcome Carol, in the flowered bikini, and Julie, in the green bikini."

A loud cheer went up from the mostly male crowd, along with a number of whistles and catcalls. Michael told the two women to shake hands and get down on their knees facing one another. Carol leaned in to Julie as they were shaking hands and whispered, "Hey, hon, would you mind taking it easy on me? You're a heckuva lot younger and stronger than I am, and I'm just here to have fun. I don't expect to win."

"OK, I guess," said Julie. Carol winked at her as they knelt down.

The bell sounded and, true to her word, Julie tried to be gentle with Carol during their five-minute, very one-sided match as she got the older woman in some of the pins and holds that she'd just learned. After Michael raised Julie's hand in victory, the two wrestlers walked off the mat together. "Thanks a bunch, honey, for making this first match so easy and so much fun," Carol said to Julie. "I really appreciate it. Now, I wonder if that blond guy over there who's staring at my chest would like some company. I think I'll go find out. See you later!"

Julie shrugged off Scott's and Heather's congratulations. "It was no match. Literally. I still don't know how I'll do against a real opponent."

"Well, you should find out this afternoon," Heather said. "You're wrestling Bridget, and she's good. She's really strong like you. But I bet you can take her."

All at once, a loud buzz of excitement rose from the crowd. Julie looked around for a few seconds and then saw the reason for the sudden noise. Samantha had arrived.

"Look, here she comes," said Heather. "The queen bitch. Everybody else gets here early, but Samantha always has to be the last one here. She has to make her entrance."

It was quite an entrance. Flanked by several fawning men, the striking brunette sashayed in front of the grandstands on her way to the tents. She was wearing a coral-colored bikini top that strained to contain her phenomenal, size 44J tits. An ankle length, hip hugging sarong covered her bikini bottom. The sarong molded her sexy, round, meaty ass which shook and swayed as she walked, looking like two pigs fighting under a blanket. Samantha paused to remove her sunglasses. Glancing around the crowd, her eyes fell on Scott. She licked her candy apple red lips in invitation as she stared at him, her eyes glittering with interest.

"Uh, oh," Heather muttered to herself. "She's found fresh meat."

Julie fumed silently as Samantha continued to give her boyfriend a brazenly come-hither look. Finally, Julie grabbed Scott's arm and said, "Come on, I'm thirsty. Let's go get something to drink from the pool house."

When the couple returned to the wrestling area, the 11:45 Middleweight Division match had ended and it was time for Samantha's Heavyweight match with Tina to begin. The grandstands were full with spectators eager to see Samantha wrestle, so Julie and Scott stood on the sidelines to watch the bout.

Samantha and Tina met in the center of the mat and shook hands perfunctorily. Samantha was five feet, nine inches and 185 pounds of pure woman. She was super strong and super curvy, with broad shoulders, a small waist, well-rounded hips and an ass lover's dream of a butt. Her shoulder-length brown hair had golden highlights, and the make up on her face was artfully applied, making her appear younger than her 38 years. Samantha was hot shit and she knew it. She had the biggest, baddest attitude of any of the wrestlers, and she also had one of the most voracious sexual appetites in the League.

The match was already underway when Heather joined Julie and Scott on the sidelines. Heather gestured toward the noisy group of men seated in the first two rows of the nearest grandstand. "Believe it or not, those are Samantha's groupies," she said. "They come here every week just to see her wrestle. And, if they're lucky, to fuck her."

"What?" asked Julie, not sure she'd heard right.

"Yeah," said Heather, "every week Samantha chooses a couple of her groupies to 'pleasure her' after she wrestles. She takes two or three guys at a time. I don't think I've ever seen her go off to fuck with just one man."

Samantha was able to defeat her smaller opponent with relative ease. As soon as the match ended, Samantha's "groupies" gathered together on the sidelines next to Heather, Julie and Scott. Samantha sauntered over to the anxious-looking, noticeably-aroused men. She looked them over briefly before pointing a red-lacquered fingernail at two of the men. "You and you," she said. When Samantha saw Scott standing with the group of her admirers, she walked up to him and grabbed his crotch. "And you," she said as she fondled his package. "Come with me!"

Totally shocked, Julie reacted instinctively. She slapped the hand that was stroking Scott's now-burgeoning cock and yelled, "Get your hand off him, you bitch!"

"Who the hell are you?" Samantha asked in a challenging voice.

"I'm his girlfriend, that's who. I'm also one of the new wrestlers. I'm in your division." As if to prove her point, Julie thrust out her 42J tits, which looked every bit as big as Samantha's.

Samantha appraised the younger woman. Reluctantly, she released Scott's rigid member from her grip, but not before giving it a final, seductive stroke. Scott's erection stood straight out, tenting his swim trunks. Samantha gave Julie a self-satisfied smile and said, "Whatever." Turning to the other men she'd chosen for the morning's sport, Samantha said, "Come on, you two. Let's go."

The two men eagerly followed Samantha across the spacious, grassy meadow and up to a clearing on the opposite side of the backyard. Six tents were set up in the clearing, and Samantha chose the closest one that was unoccupied. She zipped the tent's door flap closed behind them, then removed her bikini. Standing proudly before the men in all her naked glory, she ordered them to disrobe. "OK, let's see what you've got."

Both men set the land speed record for getting undressed. The blond man, Frank, had a short, thick cock that was already standing at full attention. The dark-haired man, Wayne, had a much longer staff that was still at half-mast. Samantha grabbed a cock in each hand and started to stroke. "Suck my tits," she commanded. Her stupendous breasts overflowed the men's hands as they each cupped a tit and brought a sizable, erect nipple to their mouth.

Samantha moaned as the men licked, bit and sucked her nipples and kneaded her fleshy breasts. When she felt her pussy release its juices, she cried, "Enough!" She pulled both men to the padded floor and pushed Wayne onto his back. She kneeled beside him at a perpendicular angle and clasped her hands around his semi-aroused cock. Sticking her magnificent ass high up in the air, she told Frank, "OK, now, fuck me!" then took Wayne's cock into her saliva-filled mouth. Frank was behind Samantha in a second. He gripped her wide, round hips and immediately plunged himself into her welcoming pussy.

Groans of pleasure filled the air as Samantha slid her hands and lips up and down Wayne's shaft in rhythm to Frank's cock thrusts into her slick, hot sheath. Frank quickened the pace for several seconds before climaxing hard and loud, grabbing a meaty ass cheek in each hand as he ground himself into Samantha's creamy pussy.

"That's it?" Samantha shrieked. "That's all you've got?" She was still frustratingly far from her own orgasm. "I knew I should've brought three of you!"

As soon as Frank pulled out of her, Samantha released Wayne's fully-stiffened cock and mounted herself on top of him. "OK, big boy, it's up to you. Let's see if you can go the distance." She sank down deliberately on his long, hard shaft until he was completely imbedded inside her, the tip of his cock nudging against the back of her pussy. Samantha closed her eyes, threw back her head and started to ride Wayne, slowly at first then gradually faster and faster as she felt her tension build.

Her mammoth tits were bouncing and swaying, and Wayne reached up and grabbed one in each hand. He thumbed her nipples hard. Samantha moaned loudly then cried, "Pinch them!" She began massaging her swollen clit with her right hand, all the while sliding her drenched pussy up and down Wayne's substantial length.

After a few minutes, Samantha could feel herself getting close to her peak. "Don't come!" she ordered Wayne. "Don't you dare come yet!"

Sweat broke out on Wayne's brow as he struggled to put off his looming orgasm. Oh, shit, this is hard, he thought. This feels amazing, but if I don't last she may never let me fuck her again. OK, what to do, what to do? Oh, I know. I'll think about that problem I'm having at work. And about that ugly cocksucker of a boss. Yeah, that'll do the trick...or maybe not, he corrected because just then he felt a fluttering inside Samantha's pussy, a series of very slight tremors that signaled the coming onset of her release. What that did to his cock was mind blowing, and Wayne didn't think it was humanly possible to hold on any longer.

"I'm almost there, oh, oh, almost!" she announced breathlessly then growled, "Come on, don't just lie there, help me! Move your hips some more!"

Wayne gritted his teeth as he began pumping his hips with vigor, his upward thrusts meeting Samantha's downward movements on his cock. A vein on his neck had popped out and threatened to burst as he tried with all his might to hold back his impending explosion.

Samantha screamed and shuddered when she finally climaxed. She took a desperately-relieved Wayne with her over the edge, her clenching muscles gripping him hard and milking every last drop of his cum.

Samantha's brown eyes were slightly glazed and she was still panting for breath when she looked down at Wayne and said, "I'll see you next week."

As soon as the morning matches were over, Michael joined Julie, Scott and Heather for lunch in the air-conditioned pool house. "So, are you done refereeing for the day?" Julie asked Michael between bites of her turkey sandwich.

"Yeah, I decided to work all my shifts consecutively today, in the morning, so I'd be free in the afternoon." Michael took a swig of beer then added, "Although if there's a grudge match, I'll have to work that. It's Steve's turn to ref a grudge match but he's out of town on a business trip, so I volunteered to fill in for him. But it doesn't look like there's gonna be one today. I checked before I left, and nobody's signed up for one yet."

Sitting in a shaded grandstand with Scott, time flew by once again for Julie as she awaited her afternoon match with slightly nervous anticipation. She noticed that the spectators who'd bothered her earlier were leaving her alone now that she was with her boyfriend, although her tits were still receiving a lot of furtive glances.

Heather and Michael joined them in the grandstand just as Laura was calling for Julie and Bridget to come to the mat for the next bout. Michael had spent the past hour consoling a disappointed Heather, who'd lost her afternoon match by decision.

"OK, here goes nothing," Julie said as she got up to leave. "Wish me luck."

"Luck," said Heather. "Although you won't need it, Jul. You're gonna win."

"Just remember what Heather showed you last week," advised Michael, "and what you learned this morning. You'll do fine, you're at least as strong as Bridget."

Scott stood and kissed Julie on the mouth, then slipped a hand inside her top and lightly squeezed one of her breasts. Julie gasped and whispered, "Not here! Everybody's looking at us!"

Scott just grinned. "Go on, now, and get another win." He slapped her playfully on the butt as she walked away.

Julie and Bridget met in the center of the mat, shook hands and knelt down, waiting for the ring of the bell. The two women were pretty evenly matched, even though Bridget was a couple of inches shorter and quite a few years older than Julie. Both women took the wrestling seriously. In order to keep their hair out of their faces, Bridget had brushed back her collar-length blonde hair and Julie had styled her long, dark brown hair in a French braid.

The crowd was going wild at the sight of the two very voluptuous women squaring off. Julie had to force herself to ignore the catcalls and just concentrate on the match. Once the bell rang, she found that wasn't difficult to do. Bridget was strong and experienced, and it took all of Julie's concentration to fend off her opponent.

After a couple of minutes, though, during which she had not only escaped from two holds but had pinned Bridget for a point, Julie began to have the same feeling of power and confidence she'd had while playing championship softball in high school. She was an intense competitor and always gave one hundred percent effort. Julie knew she was going to win the match, and she did.

This time, Julie accepted her friends' congratulations. "You're undefeated!" exclaimed Heather.

"Well, for today anyway," Julie said modestly.

Scott squeezed Julie's hand. "You're the best wrestler I've seen here. Oh, no offense to you," he told Heather when she made a noise.

"Now that both you girls are done wrestling, what do you say we all go for a swim?" asked Michael.

"I'd really like to see Carol and Samantha's match," Julie replied. "Can we wait, like, 20 minutes until after their match?"

"Sure," said Michael. "Let's go get something to drink while we're waiting."

The four friends returned to the wrestling area just as the last Heavyweight bout of the day was about to begin. Samantha and Carol both wore expressions of physical satisfaction on their faces as they met in the middle of the mat, shook hands and kneeled down.

When Carol asked Samantha to take it easy on her during the match, Samantha responded with "Yeah, right." The bell sounded, and Samantha wasted no time in completely dominating her older opponent.

Carol gasped in surprise and groaned in pain when Samantha slammed her body into the mat before pinning down her wrists and shoulders. As the referee called out a five-count, Carol said, "Ow! That hurts! I asked you to take it easy on me!"

"I don't take it easy on anybody. If you can't handle it, you don't belong in the League." Samantha released her hold on Carol and rose to her knees. "Come on, give me a fight."

Carol slowly got back into a kneeling position. The bell rang, and Samantha was on her opponent in a flash. She got Carol in a headlock and pulled her down to the mat. Carol lay partly on her side with her knees bent, clutching at Samantha's strong arms. Samantha was behind Carol, and she wrapped her legs around the tops of the older woman's thighs in a scissor lock and squeezed hard. The ref started a ten-count, and Carol moaned loudly as the dual pressure was applied to her.

"You know, you're a real bitch," Carol hissed at Samantha as they waited on their knees for the fight to resume. "I asked you nicely to take it easy."

"Yeah, well, you're an old bag who shouldn't even be here. I guess Laura's so desperate for big-titted women to join the League that she'll let anybody in, even weak, pathetic women like you."

Carol was incensed. When the bell rang, she rushed to get Samantha in a headlock while, at the same time, the younger woman pulled out both of Carol's immense breasts from her bikini top. Samantha pinched Carol's nipples hard and started twisting them.

Pain exploded in Carol. Crying out, she released Samantha from the headlock and grabbed at her opponent's hands, trying to pry them off her nipples. Samantha pushed Carol down on her back without releasing her hold on the older woman's thick buds. Carol continued to cry out in pain and to pull at Samantha's hands as Samantha straddled her and sat down on her lower body.

"Can she do that?" Julie asked Heather as she watched the match in wide-eyed surprise and with growing anger. "Are we allowed to pull and twist our opponents' nipples like that? I've never seen any other wrestler do it."

"Yeah, I guess it's allowed, but most of the women wouldn't think of doing that. Except Samantha, of course. It seems like she'd do anything to win."

"Well, it's not right. That's not wrestling."

The referee had started a ten-count for the "nipple hold" but stopped it when he saw Samantha release one of her opponent's nipples from her pincer grip. Samantha used her free hand to pull her own breasts from their confinement then grabbed Carol's left wrist. She released Carol's other nipple and immediately grabbed her flailing right wrist. Samantha leaned forward, pinned down both of Carol's wrists above her head, and started swinging her monstrous, 20-lb. tits into Carol's face and head.

The ref called out a five-count as Samantha pummeled Carol mercilessly. She swung her J cups back and forth as fast and hard as she could, making a loud slapping noise every time one of her heavy bare breasts collided with Carol's cheeks. The referee ordered Samantha to stop and to release her opponent, but Samantha ignored him and continued to gleefully titty whip the older woman.

Carol burst into tears. "Stop! Oh, please, stop!" she sobbed. "I s-s-submit!"

Samantha swung her tits once more into Carol's face before releasing her wrists and sitting up on her vanquished opponent's stomach. The ref strongly reprimanded Samantha as he pulled her to her feet and held up her hand in victory. She preened as the crowd applauded her. Tugging her top back up over her tan-lined tits, Samantha walked proudly off the mat toward the admirers awaiting her on the sidelines. She never glanced back at her opponent as she chose three men and started to lead them away.

Carol remained on her back, somewhat dazed, holding her head in her hands and crying softly in pain. The referee helped her to her feet, and Laura came over and put an arm around her and assisted her off the mat and to the pool house.

Julie was livid. "There's absolutely no call for what Samantha did to Carol. I'm gonna go give that bitch a piece of my mind."

Before her friends could stop her, Julie hurried down the grandstand steps and raced after Samantha and her groupies. She caught up with them on the meadow as they were heading for the tents on the other side of the enormous backyard.

Julie grabbed the woman's shoulders and spun her around. "What the hell?" cried Samantha.

"Why did you hurt Carol like that?" Julie demanded. "She's a nice lady who's just doing this for fun, and you were obviously gonna win the match. You didn't need to hurt her!"

"Why do you care? And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?"

"I care because I like Carol and because what you did back there was totally wrong. Nobody else tries to hurt her opponent except you. You're such a bitch!"

"An undefeated bitch," Samantha said smugly. "And that old bag Carol has no business being in the League. She's a joke." Samantha turned to leave, dismissing Julie, and beckoned the three men to follow her.

"No," Julie called out, "you're a joke. Everybody talks about you behind your back, about you and your loser 'groupies.' You're a joke and a cunt!"

Samantha stopped dead in her tracks and turned around quickly. "What did you just call me?"

"A cunt!" Julie spat out. "Any woman who acts like you do and does the things that you do is nothing but a worthless cunt."

Samantha closed the distance between them in a second. "So I'm a cunt, huh?" With lightning-quick motion, she grabbed both shoulder straps of Julie's bikini top and yanked them down hard. Julie's cream-colored breasts spilled out onto her chest, completely covering it, and the men immediately voiced their admiration for her spectacular, beautifully-shaped J cups. Embarrassed at being so exposed, Julie tried to cover her tits with her hands but the sturdy straps were binding her arms to her sides.

Samantha took advantage of the situation to rain slaps on Julie's unprotected face. Tears of pain and frustration stung the backs of Julie's eyes as she struggled to free her arms and defend herself. "What, are you going to cry, too?" Samantha said sarcastically.

Julie finally managed to wriggle out of her restraints, her bared tits swinging violently from side to side as she did so. She reached up and grabbed Samantha's hand in mid-air just before it made contact with her sore cheek. With her free hand, Julie slapped Samantha as hard as she could across her rouged and powdered face.

Samantha's head snapped back with the force of Julie's stinging blow, and it took a couple of seconds for her brain to clear. Then like an enraged bull, Samantha went on the attack. She gripped one of Julie's uncovered nipples and twisted it.

"Ah!" gasped Julie. "Ow! Oh! Owwwww!"

Releasing her hold on Samantha's other hand, Julie grabbed at the hand that was painfully pulling and twisting her sensitive, distended nipple. While Julie was using both of her hands to try to pry apart Samantha's tenacious fingers, Samantha attacked Julie's other nipple.

Julie was practically screaming in pain as Scott, Heather and Michael arrived on the scene along with about a dozen spectators. "Let go of her now!" Michael ordered Samantha. When she ignored him, Michael said, "You know the rules against fighting. As a referee and a judge, I'm warning you that if you don't release her this minute, you're going to be kicked out of the League!"

Samantha let go of Julie's nipples very reluctantly, giving them both a final hard pinch before she did. Immediately, Julie ripped Samantha's top away from her chest and slapped the other woman's bared breasts until they reddened and tingled with pain.

The fight was back on. "You fuckin' bitch," growled Samantha as she reached around and grabbed Julie's braid. She pulled her head down by her hair then got Julie in a vicious headlock.

Julie was bent over, clutching desperately at the tops of Samantha's legs. As the air was being choked out of her by Samantha's powerful forearms, she grabbed the nearest thing she knew she could use to hurt the other woman--her pussy.

Julie plunged her hand down the front of Samantha's bikini bottoms, got a claw-like grip on her adversary's crotch then dug in her fingers and pulled as hard as she could.

"OW!" Samantha yelled as Julie squeezed her tender flesh and yanked on her pussy hair. "Let go of my pussy, you fuckin' lesbo!"

Michael and Scott stepped into the fray, each grabbing one of the bare-breasted fighters and removing her hands from the other. "Break it up now, you two!" shouted Michael as he struggled with Julie.

It took a major effort for the men to separate the two fiercely strong women, but they finally succeeded. The men pinned the women's arms behind their backs, Scott holding Samantha and Michael holding Julie, and pulled the scrappers a few feet apart.

Julie and Samantha were both panting heavily, and their titanic breasts heaved with each inhaled breath. Their eyes remained locked together, and anyone watching the hostile exchange between Julie's green eyes and Samantha's brown ones could see the fight was far from over.

Suddenly, Samantha wrested herself partially free from Scott's grasp and rushed forward toward Julie. With Scott still holding onto her forearms, Samantha began to attack Julie's exposed tits with her own.

Samantha swung her low-hanging breasts back and forth furiously, banging them good and hard into Julie's J cups. Julie's tit flesh quivered with each solid slap of Samantha's weighty breasts, and her tits began to ache from the battering they were taking.

Julie struggled to free herself from Michael's hold so she could defend her breasts, but Michael was gripping her upper arms tightly behind her back and allowing her shoulders no free movement. Her breasts were thrust out from her chest, and Julie had no choice but to accept the pummeling she was getting from Samantha.

"Now, that's what I call 'tit fighting!'" exclaimed one of the men who'd gathered to watch the cat fight.

Scott managed to get a firm grip on Samantha and pull her away from his girlfriend, but not before Samantha leaned into Julie and smashed her tits as hard as she could into the other woman's. "Don't ever fuckin' call me a cunt again!" Samantha hissed.

"You're a cunt!" Julie responded immediately. "You'll always be a cunt!"

"That's it, you little bitch, let's go!"

Samantha tried with all her might to get at Julie, but Scott's grip held fast. Julie was struggling also when Laura strode up to the group of spectators and pushed her way through the small crowd.

"What's going on?" Laura demanded.

"Just a little skirmish," said Michael. "It's broken up now."

"A skirmish, huh?" Laura looked back and forth between Samantha and Julie. "You two know the rules against fighting. You're both on four-week probation starting right now."

The two gladiators stopped their struggles. Michael and Scott released the women's arms but stood right next to them, ready to separate them again if necessary.

"Samantha, you've been here longer, you should know better," Laura said sternly. "If two wrestlers have a problem with each other, they have a grudge match on the mat, not a cat fight on the grass."

"Fine, we'll have a grudge match," said Samantha, still panting from her exertions.

"Do you agree to a grudge match, Julie?" Laura asked.

Julie was still pumped up with adrenaline and was about to answer "Definitely!" when a thought flashed through her head. Grudge matches are fought topless. It was one thing to have your top ripped off you in front of a few people, but to start topless and be topless throughout a match in front of at least a hundred people...

Suddenly aware of the eager-eyed spectators surrounding her, Julie self consciously crossed her arms over her breasts as she considered Laura's question. She wanted to finish this business with Samantha and hopefully get some satisfaction in the process, but could she wrestle topless?

When Julie heard Samantha's loud snicker, she made up her mind. "Yeah, I agree."

"OK, then," said Laura as she checked her wristwatch. "Meet on the mat in about 20 minutes. Your match will be at 5:00. Now, if there's nothing else, I need to get back. The 4:30 match is probably over by now, and I need to get the 4:45 match going." As Laura turned to leave, she gave Samantha and Julie a last warning. "Just remember, you two are on probation."

The small crowd of onlookers was silent until Laura had walked about halfway to the wrestling area. Then it erupted.

"Wow, this is going to be great!" "This is gonna be the fight of the year!" "Those two have the biggest friggin' tits in the League!" "My money's on Samantha!" "I gotta go find my buddy and tell him--he's not gonna wanna miss this!" "Did you see the tits on that new girl?" "Man, look at those tits. I'd like to wrestle them!"

Julie tried to block out the strangers' words as she pulled up her top and adjusted her breasts inside the cups. Her nipples were sore and swollen, and her face was colored from Samantha's rough slaps and from the embarrassment of having had her breasts completely exposed.

Michael leaned over and whispered, "You OK, Julie?"

"I guess."

Scott moved to Julie's side and gave her a hug. He tried to contain the excitement in his voice as he said, "You can take her, babe, I know you can. Come on, let's go over to the mat now. I wanna get a good seat in the grandstands."

Heather stepped in. "No, I'm taking Julie to the bathroom. She needs to get ready for the match. We'll meet you guys over there."

People who'd witnessed the cat fight were still talking spiritedly as Julie and Heather walked toward the pool house. Just before she was out of earshot, Julie heard the faint exclamation, "Oh, man, this is going to be a real clash of the titans!"