Over the days after their cockfight, Darren and Kevin actually patched things up a bit. Me and that bitch though, we've still got an issue to settle. I sent her a text admitting it was my mistake to try and beat someone with so much more experience than I had and how it must feel satisfying to know that giving it away so often to so many guys finally paid of...
I came home on Tuesday night to yet another amazing situation, this time in story form. My wife had been gradually changing in recent weeks, and now had two titfights under her belt. After the kids were down for the night, Nora started in with her latest escapade. "I took Brandon with me to an infant childcare place today. They were doing a bit of an open h...
Summer vacation is a wonderful idea, even when your kids are homeschooled. We were able to send Erin and Sarah off to summer camp for a few weeks and it was back to just me, Nora, and little Brandon. My wife hadn't been in another titfight, but her activities over the recent months had really started to bring her alive sexually. Our nights were still mostly...
The bitch actually called me two days later to apologize, saying that she was sorry things got out of hand and wanted to put things behind us. I don't know if she was baiting me into being the one to push for a rematch or more, but I don't care. After all the humiliating shit she and Darren did, there was no way I was letting things slide. The pasty little s...
Brittany and I shit talked the whole two weeks. I told her she was going to get crushed by bigger, better tits and how I wasn't as fat and slow as Hailey so running around wasn't going to help her this time. She, of course, disagreed and said she was looking forward to beating my fat tits after almost beating Hailey who said her tits put up a better fight th...
Sonia had struck out with her attempts at a celebrity titfight in the weeks after her dual victories in New Orleans, and life back home was settling into its familiar groove. We did enough work to keep ourselves occupied and fulfilled on that front and participated in the snooty social conventions that our neighborhood and financial status required. A new co...
On command, Sonia shrugged off her black kimono, revealing her tits in all their glory. “Mamacita! You’re a hot little latina. It’s going to be so worth it to beat your tits.” Geraldine didn’t seem intimidated at all, and her compliments of my wife seemed completely genuine. The blonde newcomer turned and showcased her magnificent ass and barely visible wh...
It's been hours. Days, perhaps. You've spent so much time in this damnable French woodland that you can barely even remember your own name. How did you get there in the first place? You try to think, but you feel so tried that your mind feels foggy and your memory muddled and faint. Did you get lost during a tourist trip? Did you just accidentally stumble ac...
This is my sequel to the story "The Making of a Rival" written by Fynn-S before 2007. I consider that Chapter 00 in the series. It's over on Seaking's Femfight if you'd like to hunt it down. If you haven't read the original, I strongly recommend that you do since it's oddly realistic for a topic like this. ****** Dana frantically tried to clean up the mes...
In the 10 days or so since Sonia won a surprisingly difficult titfight against Abigail Breslin, we had made the rounds in New Orleans, especially enjoying the underrated Garden District. My bride's tits had bounced back nicely. The bruising was gone, the felt as firm as ever, and she was letting me be as rough with them as I wanted with no complaints. I neve...