About the Author
A self-professed “boob-lover extraordinaire”, Augur’s stories focus on the titfighting aspect of erotic female combat. He first started crafting titfight fiction as tributes to Jon Grey’s Best Friend’s Sister (BFS), and he has since created his own series called Titfight Academy.
Augur’s stories feature numerous alpha females that compete against each other for status, superiority and all-out dominance, using their most feminine chest assets – breasts. Sizes, shapes and consistencies vary from small and perky to huge and pendulous, with all having their own strengths and weaknesses. Most if not all of the contests are evenly matched and hard-fought, with plenty of back-and-forth action. Some of the females’ rivalries are antagonistic, while others feature more of a mutually respectful, sportwomanlike competitive streak. A sexual element is nearly always present, as the fighters are ultimately seeking to establish their supremacy as the “better woman”.
Augur’s the descriptions tend to be highly detailed, and as an author, his writing style belongs firmly to the school of “more is more”. Following Jon Grey’s example, his stories are usually told from the perspective of a male, the boyfriend of a high-calibre titfighter, but many of the BFS Tributes feature first-person accounts of an actual contestant herself.
The Titfight Academy series is set in a private Scottish boarding school for students aged from 18 to 21, though the cast also includes many foreign reinforcements – as well as a few older women, whose endowments often prove much more formidable than their younger rivals would ever like to admit.
A regular contributor to Hostboard’s Titfighting and Sexfighting forum and FreeCatfights, Augur also maintains an active presence on DeviantArt, where his pen-name is TitfightAugur. There, you may also find non-literary material on other forms of female erotic combat.
Susan dipped her hips and escaped the pressure, but also brought her big jugs up fast, slinging them so hard that they moved independently of her torso. Fleur, still caught in the momentum from her most recent strike, grunted as she felt Susan’s diagonal uppercut land on the underside of her tits, pushing the flesh toward her face.
Hannah swung her larger mammaries, connecting with her right onto Padma’s right tit. The brown-skinned girl’s globe shifted slightly, and Padma winced. I wondered how well the Indian girl had recovered from the beating she took from Lavender, and recalled how brutal their boob-slapping edgame had been.
”Get those tiny things off me, you bitch,” Katie snarled, struggling. It was easy to see that their match was at long last coming to an end. Katie’s tits were pushed inward as the Asian tightened the grip, while Cho’s were holding their shape better. The Asian hottie shoved her firm tits further into the space between the two young women, and Katie’s tanned jugs obliged, bending, pushing inward and spilling out.
”Fuck. You.” the redhead intoned, slowly and deliberately. I watched the skinnier girl unceremoniously pull her top up, freeing a pair of round, fairly dense-looking breasts which settled down on her chest with a slight bounce and jiggle. They were visibly smaller than Megan’s thick D cup jugs, most likely a mid-range C if I had to guess, but had a very similar shape and appeared to sag only a hint. Natalie turned around slowly, smirking at the numerous lustful stares her rack received, and clearly enjoying the attention. All in all the girl had a pair of rather impressive tits, and it wasn’t surprising that she’d be a bit vain about them.
The brunette’s arms slid down to Mrs Bunton’s elbows, and as the professor struggled to escape, Alicia attempted twice to get her hands together. At the same time, Mrs Bunton’s full breasts billowed and rolled over and around Alicia’s, and both women seemed to be feeling every little shift of the mass of breasts between them. The pain and discomfort were etched on women’s faces, and each pair of breasts bounced and shook as they slid against the opposing pair.
My modelesque girlfriend stepped back as Yasmine swung again, and the dark-haired executive assistant swore as her tits whooshed past Fleur’s, missing any contact. The blonde fighter took the opportunity to strike a blow of her own, a dipping undercut. Fleur’s attack hit dead-on, and while her own breasts dented upon impact, Yasmine’s tanned tits were shoved toward her face with the force of the blow. The dusky woman moaned and stepped back, barely dodging a second uppercut attempt. My girl’s boobs flew up and flopped back against her chest. Rather painfully, judging from the look on her face, both on the screen and live right next to me.
All four sweaty breasts flattened and ballooned, each returning to their round shape. Lavender’s breasts shifted more as Fleur dictated the movement, but both boobs slid and shifted as Fleur shoved her chest at Lavender’s rack.
”Fuck you, black bitch,” Megan replied, sounding just as winded as her opponent, if not more so. ”I flattened your little groupie then, and I’ll flatten you in a sec, too.” The brunette shoved her torso to the left while her tits were still touching Angelina’s, sending a shot into her opponent’s big, solid breasts and causing them to shake and wobble just slightly. Megan winced as she felt Angelina push back, sending Megan’s tits a bit further back before they separated and each pair regained its natural shape.
”Mmm, that’s more like it. Take a good look at my big, powerful tits burying Susie’s pillows, everyone,” Pansy boasted, seeming to take immense pleasure in watching the younger girl’s enormous jugs making way to her own ”This bitch is about to learn what happens to fat little girls with illusions of grandeur.”
The two fighters were once more locked into a bearhug, and both seemed perfectly happy to start thrashing their opponent’s rack. The tips of Ginny’s perky tits met Fleur’s time and again as both alternated between grinding their tits together and then bashing them lightly. Each breast met the other and morphed in its own way. Ginny’s normally immovable boobs seemed to shift more and more as they pushed against Fleur’s dense orbs. Her right breast shifted up a few times as Fleur landed blows on the underside of her cute, compact titty, and I saw both girls look down more than once to gauge the other. Neither looked as confident as before.
Gabrielle yanked the door open, revealing a strikingly glamorous-looking redhead. I watched her step inside and embrace the blonde teen. The two girls were whispering something to each other excitedly, even leaning in for a kiss after a moment. This had to be the famous Becky. She certainly did have the body of a model – and not one of those stick-thin catwalk types, either. The redhead had a proper bikini babe -look about her, the girl’s figure looking fit, curvy and full of promise. Her face was beautiful as well, though I’ll confess I paid somewhat less attention to that area.
At the opposite end of the large room, and entirely unaware of the conversation that was taking place by the mat, a full-figured girl with bushy brown hair had just stepped into the gymnasium. Following on her heels were two other females: a lean, visibly toned redhead and an equally thin but far less ripped blonde. Their tastes in fashion seemed just as diverse, the brunette having chosen a pair of grey jeans and a purple wool sweater while the athletically-inclined redhead wore black leggings and a tank top, and the light-haired girl completed the set with a bright yellow lolita dress and a matching pair of fluffy ears. Yes. Fluffy ears.