BRA-BUSTERS</center><center>Ashley vs Nina</center>
Part1
If someone were to ask you to let your imagination run completely wild, and to picture in your mind the perfect example of that all-American icon of beauty and sexuality, the busty blonde bombshell, nothing that you could possibly dream of would even come close the the way that Ashley looked in real life. Ashley was a woman who, from top to bottom, and everywhere in between, had been absolutely blessed by nature. She belonged to that extremely rare and special breed of women; the class of women who are universally considered to be the hottest, sexiest, most desirable creatures on the face of the earth. She was the ultimate, one hundred percent natural, fair skinned, platinum blonde bombshell.
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The world is full of women of every conceivable coloring, and shade, and complexion, all of whom have spared no effort and expense making themselves over in order to be counted among the ranks of that most glamorous and exclusive of all female types. While many of them are quite beautiful, and some of them have even made it in TV or the movies, all of the make-up, and hair dye, and plastic surgery in the world could never be enough to substitute for the real thing. Ashley was the real thing.
Ashley was a tall, blooming, athletic, rosy-cheeked blonde goddess with a tight, trim, hard body which did not have an ounce of flab on it and yet did not sacrifice a single inch of feminine curvaceousness in the process. Every luscious part of her; from her thick chunky ankles, to her long, bulging, shapely legs, to her ripe, plump ass, to her flat, hard stomach, to her firm, full breasts; was lean yet abundantly filled out; muscular yet perfectly rounded and proportioned; rock solid yet the very definition of femininity.
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She had full, lusterous platinum-blonde hair that cascaded down around her sexy shoulders and collarbones like silky waterfalls; smooth, creamy, glowing, golden tanned skin covering her voluptuous 5 foot 10 frame; and a face which was so divinely pristine and beautiful that, were it not for her devilish blue eyes and her thick, wickedly arched cherry lips, you could easily mistake her for an angel sent down from heaven itself.
And to top it all off, Mother Nature had given Ashley something which any woman would absolutely kill to have; a spectacular pair of tits. Ashley was incredibly proud of her breasts. More than anything else, they were the things which made her the woman that she was. She was proud of how big and round and beautifully shaped they were, and how they were just the right size; not an inch too big or too small. She was proud of how dense and full and firm they were, and how they stood so high up and far out in front of her, telling everybody around her that she was a strong, sexy, virile woman. She was proud of how long, thick, and rigid her nipples were, and how they could hardly be contained by the tops that she wore, so that it always looked as if they were straining and poking at the material and threatening to break through at any moment.
She was especially proud of the way that her breasts moved when she walked. Even when she wasn't wearing a bra, Ashley's breasts didn't slosh or jiggle like most women's do, but swayed and bounced solidly back and forth with every seductive swivel of her hips. Nothing gave Ashley a bigger kick than to go around town braless, wearing the lowest cut, tightest fitting top that she could find, with her beautiful blonde tresses flowing freely and framing her luscious golden cleavage, and simply watching all the men around her go absolutely crazy, and all the women turn green with envy, just from looking at her.
That is, after all, the lot in life of the busty blonde bombshell. All the men want her, and all the women want to kill her.
Of all the women in the world, this is especially true for the blonde bombshell's perennial nemesis; the nasty, big-titted, raven-haired beauty. No less than authentic blonde beauties, genuine black-haired women are extremely uncommon and unique creatures of nature. There are plenty of dark haired women in the world; plenty of brunettes who have various shades of brown hair which are so dark that they come close to actually being black. But there are only a precious few women who have hair with that special,
authentic, shiny jet-black sheen, so that they are entitled to be called raven-haired beauties.
Just like the cobra and the mongoose, the buxom, raven-haired beauty is the natural enemy of the busty blonde bombshell. Black-haired women absolutely despise blonde women. They consider them to be their exact opposites; living, breathing contradictions of everything that they are, and everything which they represent.
No less than blonde women, black-haired women consider themselves to be pretty special, and they simply cannot tolerate all of the attention and adulation which is constantly heaped upon blondes. More than anything else, they just can't stand the fact that men seem to be so infatuated with them, especially since there is absolutely no question in their minds that they are so much hotter and sexier than their blonde rivals. Any self-respecting, nasty, big-titted black-haired bitch who is truly worth her salt will never miss an opportunity to show up a brassy blonde and put her in her place.
No one knows this better than Ashley, who learned this lesson first hand at a very early age.
Ashley is the splitting image of her mother, who in her glory years was the hottest, sexiest, bustiest blonde bombshell in town. Ashley's mother was truly a sight to behold, and she always wore tight, sexy, low-cut tops which would show off her bountiful golden boobs. As a child, Ashley was always so proud of the fact that she had the prettiest, sexiest mommy in the school, and that all of the other little girls were so jealous of her, and wished that their own mommies looked like that.
One day, when Ashley was but a flat chested 11 year old little girl, her mother, who was still a very sexy and beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, took her out on a shopping trip. Her mom was looking for a particular black lace bra which she had seen in a department store catalog, and which was especially sexy and flattering. They had been all over town, and she simply couldn't find one in her size anywhere. Finally, they went to Johnson's Department Store, and she found it buried inside a jumbled pile of women's underwear. It was exactly the black lace bra that she had spent all day looking for; it was exactly in her size; and it was the very last one.
Ashley's mom was absolutely ecstatic, and they rushed to the dressing area so that she could try it on. Ashley waited outside in the hallway while her mom went inside one of the booths and locked the door. Ashley's mom draped the precious black lace bra over the door so that half of it hung outside, and half inside, while she took her own bra off. When she reached back up to get her special black bra ... it wasn't there.
"What the hell is going on? Where's the bra?" Ashley's mom yelled out to Ashley. "This lady took it, mom." Ashley answered. "What lady took it?" Ashley's mom asked, with noticeable aggravation in her voice. "This lady right here, mom." Ashley answered. "Well tell her to give it back!" Ashley's mom yelled out. "She won't give it back, mom ... she says that it's hers." Ashley responded meekly.
Exasperated, Ashley's mom burst through the door of the booth without bothering to cover herself. Her magnificent, brimming, naked golden globes swayed heavily and her long, thick, pink nipples poked straight out in front of her as she stepped out into the hallway to see what the hell was going on.
When Ashley's mom saw what was going on in the hallway, she simply could not believe her eyes. Standing there right in front of a mirror was a tall, sexy, big-titted woman with long, thick, lusterous jet-black hair, wearing her special black bra over her bulging melons and admiring herself in the mirror. Ashley's mom could immediately see that she was an exceptionally well built woman, who was about the same age as she was, and that she had her own little black-haired 11 year old daughter with her.
