Nora Ch 04 1

Rumspringa Revisited

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 same, but from time to time she was just insatiable. We didn't roleplay, but she clearly got hot discussing her battles and kept promising that she would win her next one. I began to think the next one wouldn't ever happen, but I was fine with that as the combination of previous experiences and future possibilities was enough to get me gushing without being touched.

A random Friday evening, seemingly like any other, became the next most amazing night of my life. Nora put everything away after dinner and then disappeared upstairs for a few minutes before rejoining me on the couch. We started watching some horrible "family friendly" movie and she let me do some light petting. That may not seem like much, but just a few months earlier it would have been unthinkable.

Just as I began to settle in, the doorbell rang and our old Mennonite friends Joshua and Ruth were at the door with their youngest child, Annabelle. It was unusual to see them out this late, even on a Friday night, but I didn't think too much about it. We met them a few years back when we were all in our very early 20s and they were in the latter stages of their Rumspringa, the time where some Amish and Mennonite teens "run around" to experience the world for a bit, while deciding whether to stay in the world or return to their community.

They decided on the latter, living in a nearby Eastern Mennonite community and living a very traditional life. Ruth was still a natural beauty, though I would say less so than my wife, and had maintained a good figure despite already having 3 kids of her own. Joshua had a beard I could only dream of and was the kind of wiry strong that you get doing manual labor all the time.

They were both dressed as usual. Joshua with a great flat brimmed straw hat and suspenders over his homemade dress shirt. Ruth made Nora's typical ensemble look downright scandalous. The attractive mom was wearing the traditional white hard cap head covering and a pale blue floral print dress that showed none of her figure but played off her aqua eyes marvelously. Her long dishwater blonde hair stretched nearly to her waist. If she ever wanted to do so, I bet she could pull off the all-American blonde with blue eyes look with ease.

"What brings you guys by this evening, is everything okay?"

"Yes, Scott, everything is fine. Your wife invited Ruth and I over for the evening."

"She did?" I looked at my wife questioningly for a moment and then finished my comment. "Well, come on in and make yourselves comfortable. Can I get you anything?"

"I think a glass of water would suit each of us well. Also, would it be okay if we put Annabelle down upstairs?"

"Of course," Nora responded, "Ruth can follow me and I'll show her where while Scott gets you that water."

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It should have been as obvious to me as it is to you right now, but I just didn't consider it a possibility so I simply got a couple of glasses of water for our guests and joined Joshua in the living room. There wasn't even time to speak to him before the women returned downstairs, giggling like schoolgirls.

When everyone settled down, I asked the obvious question, "So, this is unexpected, what brings you folks by on a Friday night?"

"Well, Scott, apparently Ruth and Nora ran into each other recently and had a grand time catching up."

"That's right, Joshua, we had a truly grand time. We discussed our children, our lives, and what changes had occurred. It had been years since we had done more than have a passing chat, and I must say I was blessed to have the opportunity. If not for that, we may not be here tonight."

"That's right Ruth, if not for that chat we might not be here tonight. Unfortunately for you, you're going to regret being here tonight."

"Well, Nora, we'll see about that, won't we. I didn't think you could measure up before, and I don't think you can now."

I looked at Joshua and saw an eagerness in his eyes that made me think I heard what was said correctly. No sooner had I taken that look in then both women stood and took a few purposeful strides towards each other, stopping with their fully covered breasts compressed between them. Nora was maybe a half inch shorter than the blonde, but it appeared their bosoms lined up perfectly.

"I always regretted not getting a little crazier during my Rumspringa. I'm glad you confided in me and caught on to my interest in your little contests. It's just the kind of thing that Joshua and I needed to get out of our system. He's going to love watching me turn your boobs into Mount Gushmore."

"I'm just glad you're delusional enough to think you could measure up to these big girls that are beating yours up already. Mine were better then, they're better now, and there's nothing less than a plastic surgeon that could level the playing field for you."

"Same stakes as your other fights, right? We bang our breasts together until one quits and the other one accepts it. Then the winner feeds both babies and takes the loser's bra. I hope you're ready to lose your third bra."

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My wife is amazing at keeping these secrets from me. I sat there slack jawed as I saw Joshua's face spread into a smile of equal parts contentment and anticipation. I obviously knew my wife's amazing figure, and how she was still the hottest, bustiest mom in our social circle. I also remembered Ruth being a tight bodied little hottie and was straining myself to recall if her boobs were on par with Nora's back in the day. That wasn't really necessary, as it was more relevant what they looked like now and that was information I was going to be given in just a few moments.

Without further ado, the women separated and my wife quickly was barefoot and slipping out of her skirt. I saw a brief flash of her skimpiest thong yet, a canary yellow piece that was barely visible even against her pale skin. She did a quick turn away from the other couple to unbutton her shirt and let it drop at her feet, leaving her fabulous butt showing a ton of perfectly shaped cheek and the back of a skimpy red bra that completed what I could only call a strawberries and banana bikini. With that she turned back to face the other couple, winking at her opponent with her hands on her hips, a confident look on her face.

"Well, Ruth, are you just going to stand there or are you going to grab your little girl and run away?"

"Whatever, Nora, let's see how they look once you don't have a bra to support them."

Enjoying the attention, my wife unfastened the front clasp of the bra and pulled her arms back with a flourish thrusting her perfect breasts out and sending them jiggling with the force of the move. Her large nipples were at full excitement, looking like they wanted to cross the room by themselves and attack the blonde.

"Perfect, aren't they Joshua?"

"Almost."

Nora couldn't hide the look of shock and irritation at the other husband's answer. She was standing there in nothing but a tiny thong, her amazing body on display, and his reaction to her milk engorged, gravity defying boobs was less than the awe she expected.

Ruth grinned at her and began her own disrobing. Quickly barefoot, she untied her dress at the waist and asked her husband to help her take it off as she turned away from us. What we saw was the dress lifting up above a great ass encased in a baby blue thong that was every bit as skimpy as Nora's. It then proceeded up the back and past the loosely tied strings of the matching top, before finally going over her head with her lush blonde hair quickly falling back down her back.

She kissed her husband on the cheek as he went to sit down and turned to face us in the barely there ensemble that showed off a very strong looking body and two juicy melons that looked like they wanted nothing more than to be freed from their confinement, and the head covering that she was still wearing. So far she looked every bit the equal for my wife, with a butt that was almost as nice, a figure that was as womanly as Nora's, and tits that seemed equal in size. The only question was their firmness, and that was answered as she undid the tie around her neck and the one in back before pulling her arms back and thrusting her chest forward, causing the top to almost slingshot off of her boobs onto the floor in front of her.

"Perfect, aren't they Scott."

"Almost."

Whew, I'm glad I was able to think that quickly. Ruth looked at me in an agitated manner for a second while I drank in the rack on this woman. I was right about them having a touch more sag than Nora's as they still lined up evenly despite the slight height advantage for the blonde. Even so, they looked full and firm with almost no jiggle to them. The nipples were almost identical to my wife's, just with a slightly darker shade of red.

So, there we were, two nearly identical women ready to face off. Both tall, both curvy but fit and strong, both as pale as the moon, and both with what appeared to be great boobs that were going to fight it out in front of two grateful husbands. Nora had promised me she would win her next titfight, and said she had a few people in mind that might do it, but if Ruth was one of those then she might have miscalculated her plan. She could definitely win, especially since she had actually done this before, but Ruth's natural assets looked like they gave her a shot against any of the three women Nora had fought already, two of which had bested my wife.

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The typical start to these fights happened as the women walked forward and brought their naked breasts into contact, but that's where things were different. Ruth had the typical response to the first touch, a moan at the electricity of the moment, but then she immediately put her hands on Nora's shoulders to create a little space and went to work.

The blonde woman twisted her torso and sent the outside of her left boob flying into the outside of my wife's left boob with a resounding slap. Nora's face formed an "O" from the pain as her eyes were filled with shock. Ruth took the follow through across the front of my wife's big boobs before swinging back the other way barreling through Nora's big right boob with her own, causing the brown haired woman's breasts to slap together and begin jiggling wildly.

The Mennonite bride quickly forced her opponent all the way back to the wall with her powerful swinging strikes with no opposition, my wife's boobs swinging and smacking together like Newton's Cradle. Getting Nora backed up with nowhere to go, she slammed forward with her firm tits squashing the other pair back and smiling at the groan that escaped my wife's mouth. With a low growl the blonde sent a second slam forward, being rewarded with another groan and slight whimper from Nora. Satisfied with her early success, Ruth released her opponent and backed up to the middle of the room with a 1,000 watt smile on her face and no visible irritation showing on her breasts.

"I thought you said you hadn't done this before," Nora said through gritted teeth with obvious pain in her voice."

"I haven't, but you described things so vividly that I knew if I could figure out some of the techniques then my big girls would go through yours like Sherman through Atlanta. So, for the last few weeks, Joshua and I have been working on helping me gain control of how to swing, slam, and squash things with my boobs. Now that we've felt what the other has, we both know I'm going to win. The only question is how bad I have to hurt you before you beg me to stop. Now come and get some."

Nora obliged the trash talking Mennonite, because in my world that's apparently a real thing, and when Ruth raised her hands up and signaled for them to clasp them together my wife readily obliged. The two fighters went right into battle, swinging their boobs from the side into one another and quickly settling into a rhythm that sounded like a fleshy metronome. Here I noticed another difference. Despite her improved agility and athleticism from aerobics the last few months, Nora was still much more stiff in her movements while Ruth was naturally cat-like.

Another difference became apparent in short order. While Ruth's boobs sat a little lower on her chest, allowing her to gain a little more momentum with her swings, they also seemed to be as full and firm at the point of contact as Nora's. The blonde woman, despite starting to grunt and yelp a bit herself, was clearly doing more damage as my wife began to lower herself down in an attempt to avoid the shots her breasts were taking. One particularly effective strike changed the tenor of the fight as Nora wailed and her right boob slammed into the left, causing the left to express the first milk seen in the fight.

The brown haired wife quickly turned her body to keep the left boob from being targeted some more, and being fully milked, allowing the blonde to go all out on the right breast with both of her wrecking balls. It was only a few more strikes before the right one joined the left in beginning to secrete its nectar. At this point Nora pulled her hands free of the other woman and dropped to the floor cradling her boobs.

"Don't bother giving up yet Nora, we both know I'm not going to stop until you're empty and you would do the same if your boobs were good enough to beat mine."

While she was loosening up, my wife was still much more conservative than the typical woman I imagined participating in this kind of behavior. Ruth, on the other hand, wasn't kidding about not getting everything out of her system during her Rumspringa. She definitely has a wild side and had no problem exploring it with someone she trusted.

"If you keep losing like this, Scott's going to have to work overtime just to afford all the bras that women with better boobs take from you."

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As the blonde leaned forward, with her arms outstretched presumably to do something to my wife, Nora suddenly leaped up with an uppercut that sent the blonde's big tits flying up into her face and knocked the other woman on her butt. Before she could react, Nora had grabbed Ruth in a bearhug with the blonde's arms trapped to her sides and my wife's boobs piercing the bottoms of the other woman's big rack. Having her opponent trapped, the chestnut haired woman started grinding into the bottoms of the other pair with her own boobs as if hers were trying to dig to the core of the others.

"Not talking so much now, are you? You should have kept your mouth shut, Ruth, now I'm not just going to beat you, I'm going to humiliate you. You're going to be begging me to stop while Joshua is begging me to keep going."

I know she was back in control at this moment, in the middle of a titfight, but I still couldn't believe my wife was saying things like that. She began to pump into the blonde's boobs, forcing her torso back and making it nearly impossible for Ruth to match the grinding with any real force. A few moments later she had worked the other woman all the way down so that the blonde's legs were trapped underneath her as Nora began grinding down full force with gravity aiding her terrific boobs in their quest.

It didn't take long, even though her own boobs were leaking some of their own milk, for me to realize that Nora had gotten both of Ruth's breasts to open up and was draining them rapidly. The blonde was moaning and yelping under the assault, struggling to breath from both the position of the women's bodies and the milk that was being expressed onto her face and getting into her mouth and nose. Satisfied with her progress, Nora pulled the other woman's body back up to an even position and kept grinding away at the other boobs while going nose to nose with Ruth.

The blonde's arms finally came free from her sides, and while she was able to get her own bearhug in place, it was clear that she was weakened and winded from the previous position. Ruth's boobs were noticeably less solid, with Nora's invading their space without remorse. Sensing that the other woman was beginning to fade, my wife went back to the verbal part of the game to try and break the blonde's will.

"Where are your little girl boobies going Ruth? Why aren't they sticking around for the fight? Everytime I press mine into them they step aside and allow these big girls to go wherever they want. Pretty soon I'm going to finish milking them and I'm going to enjoy the look of shame on your face almost as much as the look of lust on your husband's face. He's going to know who the better woman is, and it's me. It's always been me. My boobs are better, my butt is better, and my face is prettier. You'll probably never show your face around here again in fear of getting your weak breasts squashed by a better pair."

With that, she redoubled her efforts, bringing a low wail from the blonde as the other woman's eyes filled with tears. A few more pumps to the bottoms of Ruth's boobs seemed to do the job. No more milk was expressed for 2 or 3 pumps from Nora, leading her to smile and laugh at her opponent.

"Are you ready to give up yet, or do you want me to permanently wreck you?"

"Yes, I give, please stop now!"

"Oh, honey, it's not that easy and you know it. What happened to your boobs Ruth?"

"Yours beat the milk out of them and squashed them flat."

"Why was that Ruth?"

"Because yours are better than mine."

"Is that true Joshua, are my boobs better than your wife's?"

"Oh yes, they're better for sure. Ruth gave you a good fight but she couldn't keep up with your majestic breasts."

My wife laughed again into the face of the blonde whose tits were still trapped by her own. Seeing the pain and embarrassment radiating off the other woman, she threw the blonde down on her back, pinned her arms to the ground, and lowered her boobs into a smother on the other mom.

"This is as close as you'll ever get to having the best boobs in the room. Now kiss my breasts and tell me again how great they are."

Ruth complied, taking a few moments to kiss all over my wife's engorged boobs before saying, "Your boobs are so much better than mine. I could never compare to a bosom like this. I got too full of myself and your perfect boobs slapped mine silly. I'll never make that mistake again."

******

With that said, Nora let the other woman up, picked up both tops, and marched the blonde up the stairs with both husbands right behind. Joshua's smile never left his face as Nora continued to heap on the ridicule. He positively beamed as he watched both babies feasting off of Nora's winning rack. He couldn't even stop as he hugged his wife to console her after the evening was over. Before the other couple left, a clearly distraught Ruth tried to whisper something in Nora's ear and give her a gentle hug, avoiding breast contact, only to have Nora pull her in tight and squeeze.

After she closed the door, Nora helped me lose my pants in a hurry, pushed me down on the floor, mounted me and said, "Ruth just whispered in my ear that I got lucky and her boobs would beat mine straight up. She wants a couple of weeks to heal and then try me again." I tried to react but by then Nora's tongue was in my mouth and her hips were hammering away on top of me.