The crowd was red hot, just drunk enough to be wild without causing the venue damages. Girls were horny and so were boys. During the break, some of them organized a makeshift contest near the pool, and the winner was flashing at the crowd. Tom got on stage and explained the rules of the last bout. Then he called Alicia to the stage and the high school girl really established a high standard by letting guys at the front of the stage expose her nipples after a few minutes of sensuous dancing. Then Page came on stage and popped both nipples within thirty seconds. The crowd appreciated her, but it was clear Alicia was the favorite. Then came Nancy and, once again, the competition was eclipsed. The redhead strutted sensuously, swinging her hips, moving her hands up and down her body. She locked eyes with every girl she could see and, for a few seconds, each girl felt Nancy was moving for her. You could almost smell the sweet scent of pussy juice in the air. Then she got down on the floor and started writhing like a cat in heat, her boobs rolling ponderously on her chest, her bikini top stubbornly refusing to reveal what we longed for. Then she engaged in a series of tumbles vaguely reminiscent of the audition scene in "Flashdance", and the first thing we knew, a chocolate-dark pair of nipples stared right at us. The crowd went delirious. It took a long time before Tom could introduce Tamara, but as soon as she stepped on the stage, she monopolized everyone's attention. The blonde bounced, jumped, rolled, shadowboxed, kicked and even dropped to the floor, but the top held its ground. Tamara's ample boobs bounced, rolled, swayed in all direction, and the little top followed. After a couple of minutes of this treatment, I started to fear she wouldn't be able to actually pop her nipples out, but then she contorted her body violently like a boa coiling around her prey, and the little top almost exploded, just like the crowd. When we took the four girls to the stage, I could hear a small advantage to Tamara in the applause. Tom thanked Alicia and Page. "It's just too difficult to call, folks. Let's hear it again for Nancy." Roar! "And Tamara!" Re-Roar! It was a little louder for Tamara, but there were more girls' voices for Nancy. So with a mischievous glance in my direction, Tom announced it was a draw and the website would be dedicated to the two of them together. The crowd cheered, but that situation didn't stand well with our ex aequo champions. Just like Tom had predicted, this whole competition was between themselves, and the presence of the others was just a collateral. They exchanged a look that ignited their wrath. "I'm not sharing MY website with you," Tamara said. "You KNOW I have the best boobs AND the best body." "What? I can't believe you still can't get over the fact that I attracted the organizers of this contest!" Nancy said. "Besides, I got more stamina than you in gym class and I lift more weight in the gym." Their fabulous breasts were now mashed together and they were punctuating each sentence with a slight bump. "You lift more weight, but I get more attention from guys!" "I'll prove I'm better than you right here, in front of all these people!" That's where Tom stepped in. "Girls, girls, obviously you won't settle for anything but number one and that's cool with all of us!" A cheer answered him. "It so happens that my friend and I have a few more contests in mind. They're more…extreme, if you'd like, but we'll get a clear winner." "This is Breast Sumo!" Tom announced while a couple of guys were adding a round little stage on top of the main one. That was our "special preparation." The crowd was on fire. "The rules are simple. The girls have to push their opponent off the round stage using only their breasts. The first one to win twice wins this competition." The last words were drowned in the crowd reaction as both girls returned to the stage, topless and wearing only the tiniest of thongs. They stared at each other, ready to attack at Tom's signal. People were shouting their favorite's name, but it was like both girls were alone on the planet. It was clear this was the conclusion of a rivalry that went way back. "Nancy," Tom said. "Wanna say something before we start?" He put the mike in front of her face, his hand slightly brushing her naked breasts. "Yeah," Nancy said. "You've been jealous of me for years, but now it's time to settle this. I'm gonna beat your boobs to a pulp, bitch!" "Tamara, you wanna add something?" Once again, Tom's hand touched her breast as he was handing her the mike. "You're the one who can't accept I'm better at everything. This time, you won't be able to escape the brutal fact that my boobs are gonna beat yours!" Tom waited a few seconds to let the cheers subside, but since it didn't happen, he yelled, "GO!" Nancy bounced forward and rammed her breast under Tamara's. The blonde nearly got a black eye from her own boob almost slamming her in the face. She tried to brace herself, but Nancy had the advantage. She swayed her shoulders left and right, literally boxing Tamara's orbs until the blonde backed up one step too many and fell down on her butt, her battered boobs bouncing. Nancy didn't even celebrate. She signaled her rival to climb back up. "Ladies and gentlemen, Nancy wins the first round and leads by a score of one to zero. If Tamara loses the next round, she loses this contest." Tamara held her breasts as she climbed back on the stage. They were obviously very sensitive, and she had been caught by surprise by the pain. Tom gave the signal and this time, Nancy nearly fell off as Tamara sidestepped her initial charge. Swiftly, the blonde spun and caught Nancy in the face with her boob. The blow almost knocked the redhead out, but the obvious pain in Tamara's breast prevented her from delivering the finishing shot and Nancy had time to regain her bearings. They circled each other, the blonde reluctant to initiate another painful attack. That was a mistake because the humiliation of having her rival's boob slammed in her face was all it took for Nancy. The redhead rammed Tamara, but this time, the blonde held her ground, and it was almost like hitting a wall. However, Tamara's more sensitive orbs were a clear disadvantage and she took a step back, and then another, as Nancy thrust her orbs forward with renewed confidence. Finally, the redhead delivered the coup de grâce and Tamara's pride took most of the shock as she again landed on her butt, her boob throbbing with pain, tears of humiliation burning her eyes. "The winner: Nancy!" But Tamara was back on her feet. "Wait a minute. This proves nothing except that she can push harder!" Nancy smiled. "My boobs are better than yours. I just proved it in front of all these people. It was fair and square and I trashed you good. If I need to beat you again to shut you up, so be it!" Tamara obviously had an idea in mind, so before Tom could announce another contest, she grabbed the mike. "You all know breasts are made for love, don't you?" The crowd cheered. "Well I propose we make the next contest about love. We each get one of the organizers. The one who can make her guy cum the fastest using only her breasts wins." The crowd welcomed that new contest even more noisily than anything before. This was getting way more sexual than what anyone expected. Tom looked at me and smiled. "I told you: the best day of your life!"