Not sure if this is it. Story by Rino2149
Got Milk?
Christina opened the door to the woman she feared. Susan walked up the steps with a bright smile, and said, ?Hi, there!?
Christina attempted a half-smile and replied softly, ?Hello, Susan. Please come in.?
Susan came in. She was dark-haired, the hair falling down around her shoulders in gentle waves. She had a massive bosom, and she wore a simple blue blouse that buttoned down the front. The front of it flared a little and Christina could see the white bra that contained those large globes. She shivered a little.
The blouse was tucked into a pair of tight blue jeans that were pleasantly filled with Susan?s round ass. On her feet she had on high-heeled slides. Fuck-me shoes, Christina thought.
Susan came in, and her right breast came into fleeting contact with Christina?s left breast. Christina?s breasts were large as well, and engorged with milk. She had been nursing her child for several months, but her husband Eric had taken her daughter to visit some of his relatives, and Christina had pleaded fatigue. She had not emptied her breasts for several hours, and they were swollen and beginning to ache. The brief touch of Susan?s boob on hers reminded her of they had decided to do.
Christina was a pretty brown-haired woman, well shaped with lovely curves. Now she would face Susan, the woman who had dumped Eric two days before their wedding, but would not stay out of her life.
?So, sweetie?are we here for coffee and cake, or are we here to fight?? Susan said, still brightly smiling. She looked Christina up and down, taking in her simple outfit of a t-shirt over a nursing bra, and a simple denim skirt.
Christina folded her arms under her large round breasts. Resting her breasts like that eased the pain. She was dreading this moment?and she was also excited. She would soon feel what it was like to be locked in half-naked combat with this woman she hated.
Christina said, ?Oh, we?re going to fight. I?m going to pull your pretty hair out by the roots, and rip your bra off as my trophy?.when I?m done with you, you?ll be beaten and you will leave us the hell alone!?
Susan sneered. ?Oh, is that what you think, sweetie? Well, when I have peeled you like a grape and squeezed you dry, you?ll be thinking something else. You?ll be begging to be let go?.and I might?I might?after I had a turn around the track again with Eric!?
Christina gasped suddenly, and stepped forward and swung her open hand at Susan?s face. Before it could make contact, Susan whipped her hand up and grabbed Christina?s wrist. She leaned forward and bumped her large breasts into Christina?s.
Susan pressed her breasts against Christina?s, and Christina gasped with pain. She pushed back, and said, her voice rough with effort, ?Not here in the foyer, bitch. Follow me to the bedroom!? With that, Christina pulled her had away from Susan, and moved past her. She headed towards the back of the house, and Susan followed.
Still smiling.
In the bedroom, the drapes were drawn and one lamp cast a pale illumination over the neatly made king-size bed. Christina turned and looked at Susan.
The dark-haired woman was unbuttoning her blouse. She finished and shrugged it off her shoulders onto the floor. Cleavage spilled out of the giant cups of the bra, perfectly tanned skin contrasting against the pure white. Susan then undid the snap of her jeans, and jerked them down her well-shaped thighs. She wore fire-engine red panties, and Christina could see a pronounced mound under the crotch.
Christina pulled her T-shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. She undid the catch on her skirt and it floated to the floor. She was wearing a rather plain nursing bra, but it barely contained the bloated breasts. She wore powder-blue briefs, and she also had a mons veneris that bulged her panties.
Susan looked her over, and gave a low whistle. ?Oh, sweetheart! This is going to be so much fun! Tell me, when I?m draining you dry, will you cry for me??
Enraged, Christina stepped forward quickly and slapped Susan. This time the slap connected and the dark-haired beauty fell onto the bed. Christina jumped on top of her, and fell forward into a spitting embrace.
Their breasts collided with a smack, and Christina cried out as her milk glands were squeezed. Susan back-handed her face with quick whippy hand, and then reached up and grabbed Christina?s fine brown hair. Christina responded by smacking Susan?s round ass twice, and then twisted her hand into her dark hair, pulling. Susan screamed and pulled back.
They were both in the middle of the large bed. They got to their knees and half-walked, half-crawled around the perimeter of the bed, taking their measure of each other. Then with a cat-cry, Susan leaped forward and caught Christina around her waist. She pulled back and twisted, and the Susan was firmly on top of Christina, her sumptuous breasts about to spill from her bra as she pressed them down on Christina?s globes. Susan then pulled the material of the Christina?s bra down, tugging at it, and the Christina?s pronounced nipples, thick and dark, were exposed to the air. A drop of milk was a pale pearl against the nipple.
Christina moaned at the violation. She struggled against Susan, but the woman was firmly on top of her. She reached out her own hand and managed to snag one of Susan?s bra straps and she pulled hard. She was rewarded when the right cup pulled down past the nipple and brought it to the open. She grabbed the other strap and did the same. Now Susan?s massive breasts were naked against her own, their nipples rubbing together. Susan closed her eyes in pleasure and crooned, ?Oh, baby that?s the way?.let ?em out and fight! God, I?m getting excited!?
To her horror, Christina noticed that her nipples were becoming stiff as Susan held her down, sliding her breasts against hers, the flesh compressing. But it hurt! Her breasts were throbbing, aching to release their milk.
Susan took her hands and squeezed Christina?s breasts. Christina groaned in pain, and tried ineffectually to push her opponent away. Susan continued to pummel and squeeze her breasts?and Christina knew what was coming.
Susan was smiling her wicked smile, looking down on her, while she rubbed her breasts against Christina?s and squeezing with her hands. The Christina cried out in shame as her milk sprayed from both nipples straight up and splattered on Susan?s breasts and face and neck. Susan looked almost comically surprised for a minute, then said, ?Why you sweet thing, you. You didn?t have to provide drinks! But since you?re being so kind, I?ll have to have some.?
Susan swooped her open mouth down on Christina?s left breast and started sucking hungrily. Christina moaned as the milk flowed strongly into her rival?s mouth. Susan sucked lustily and then pulled her head back and opened her mouth, showing Christina that it was filled with her milk. She let a streamer roll down her chin and drip onto Christina?s chest. She kept up her squeezing and more milk sprayed up, splashing her face. Susan grinned, and bent down to suck again.
Then she leaned back a second and said, ?Oh, Christina, darling, you haven?t seen the full effect of this! But I know a way you can.?
She rolled off Christina, but before the brown-haired woman could do anything, she was pulled up by Susan?s strong arms onto her knees and turned roughly around. To face the mirror on the dresser.
She watched in abject humiliation as Susan got behind her and then reached around with both hands and started to pull and squeeze her breasts. She looked in the mirror and saw those knowing hands clutch her boobs and pull the still erect nipples. Milk squirted out in a parabola and wet the comforter. She tried to cover her eyes with her hands, but Susan swatted them down, and said, ?Keep looking, bitch! This is what I do to women who think they?re better than me!? Christina watched herself being milked, feeling Susan?s stiff nipples against her back. The tears rolled down her face.
Susan said, ?You know, this is thirsty work! I could use a drink.? She rolled around onto her back and pulled Christina down on top of her, Christina?s spilling breasts coming onto her face. She fastened onto the nipple again and said, ?Feed me, bitch!?
Christina fed her, pressing forward with her breasts into Susan?s face, as Susan kept up her manual assault, squeezing and pressing the breastflesh. She felt her legs entwine with the other woman?s, their panty-clad crotches coming together. In her total submission, she felt herself aroused and wet. She fed her enemy, pouring the milk down the throat of this woman. Susan?s thighs rubbed against hers, and they involuntarily fell into a pulsing rhythm.
?Oh, yes, baby! Feed me your milk, you slut! Feed it to me! Oh, oh?ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!?..?
With muffled moans, both women orgasmed and their hips clumsily bounced together. The wetness stained their panties.
Christina was completely drained. She hunched her shoulders as she cried silently, tears dripping down onto her enemy?s face. She bent down and kissed Susan, still sobbing. Her breasts were empty.
Susan gave her breasts one last squeeze. She rested a minute to catch her breath and them pushed Christina aside. Christina?s breasts were visibly reduced in sized.
As Christina lay there, not moving, Susan rose from the bed. She pulled her bra back over those magnificent breasts and pulled her jeans back on. Out of the corner of her eye, Christina saw the dark red of the orgasmic juices on the crotch of Susan?s panties.
Susan turned to her and said, ?I can find my way out, darling. Don?t get up.? She turned to leave, and then stopped, and turned around and looked at Christina on the bed.
Christina looked up. Susan said, ?We must do this again someday, don?t you think?? She walked out of the room.
And after the tears had dried on her face, Christina said, ?Oh, yes?.oh, yes?.oh, yes??
