New Neighbour
By: PerilEyes

Preface: This is a story I wrote about and for a reader of this site named Gina. At the conclusion of the story you will find her e-mail address. She welcomes any comments you may have.

Paris and boyfriend Joe had just got in from afternoon brunch together. As they made their way down the hallway to their apartment hand in hand, they noticed several large cardboard boxes scattered across the hallway in the distance. It was odd because those weren’t there when they left. As they neared their own dorm they realized they were in front of the formerly vacated residence of Karen.

“Hmm, looks like we have new neighbours hun.” Joe looked down at his girlfriend who just looked over the boxes not saying anything.

“Guess we do. Let’s go inside, I need to mellow out.”

“Wait, aren’t you curious to...”

“Nope.”

“Not even after Karen?”

“Will you drop it? That will sort itself out. Now let’s go!”

“Whatever you say.”

The couple entered their own dwelling. Paris went immediately to the couch and dove on to it. Grabbing an issue of Stuff magazine from the table she started to read it. Joe stared at his girlfriend and couldn’t quite comprehend her right now. Knowing Paris it seemed like she would be the first one to test drive any new nearby tenants. Everyone had to go through her approval. Although he wasn’t present for it, he had heard (mostly from Paris) the previous lady had found that out the hard way. And now? Paris was being so uncaring and nonchalant about it all. Maybe Paris knew that she would find out sooner or later if they had another mommy situation to tend to? A baby is a pretty hard thing to hide after all.

Whatever the case, Paris may not have cared right now, but Joe was curious as hell. He spoke up.
“You might not wanna, but I’m gonna go check out the new neighbours, k babe?

Paris just glanced up with her eyes and rolled them in disbelief. She sighed. “Whatever, knock yourself out.” And then went right back to what she was doing.

Joe shrugged and left the apartment and went next door. He gave it three firm knocks and stood back and waited. From the inside he heard a female voice call out “Just a minute!” A few moments later the door opened up as a petite brunette answered it. Joe made note that this girl was short, about 5’2 easy. Actually he shouldn’t say girl. He didn’t want to underestimate her age. For all he knew she could have one or two years on his 26 (and Paris’ 25). Despite it all, she was completely gorgeous! Short brown locks, brown eyes, sparkling smile behind glowing red lips. And her body wasn’t too bad either. From the tight blue blouse that covered her upper body, Joe could make out 34D breasts that were pushing right up against the fabric, even right down to this woman’s pokies. They were hardly unnoticeable, this is how engaged Joe was. Her stomach was pretty flat from he could tell too. He couldn’t tell if this meant rock hard abs or not, but it didn’t matter anyways, this girl was fit! Joe decided it’d be best if he said something.

“Hey, my-my name is Joe and I love-live right next door to you. So on behalf of the entire floor I’d like to welcome you to the complex!” It surprising to Joe that he got through that with how perplexed he was. The woman’s face lit up.

“Why thank you so much! My name is Gina. Would you like to come in?” You don’t have to ask me twice he thought as he nodded politely.

Following her in he made note of the unfinished and bare room as he tried to make polite small talk. “So you just moved in huh? By yourself?”

Gina shook her head. “No I’m here with my husband Brad. He’s around here somewhere, filling out some final paperwork. Please take a seat. As you can see we’re not even close to unpacked so all I can really offer you is water.”

Joe smiled. “Water sounds great.” Gina turned on pace and went into the kitchen. Hmm, cute butt too, he thought to himself. She took out a glass and filled it with tap water and returned to the sitting area. She gave it to Joe and sat down herself.

“So you, are you with someone?”

“Ugh, yeah, I’m living with my girlfriend Paris.”

“Oh yeah? What’s she like?”

Joe was so focused on Gina’s breasts that he almost missed the question. Bent over like she was he could see canyons! He snapped out of it. “Ooo, sorry, what she’s like? Oh, she’s awesome. Best girl I’ve known. Although she does get into conflicts with new neighbours once in a while.” Joe briefly flash-backed to how Paris told her she dealt with Karen.

Gina cocked her head and gave him a nervous look. She laughed nervously, “Should I be afraid?”

“Oh no no, you’re fine. I think she’ll like you.” I might like you more though, he joked in his head.

Gina smiled again. “That’s good. Can you excuse me a second?” Joe granted her request. She went into her bedroom. She probably had to use the washroom or something he thought. He looked around the place in her absence. Still extremely bare, but they’d be settled in soon. This wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Hot petite brunette with cannons. Just her and the husband. Of course, he’d make sure to ogle her and mentally undress her whenever he was away.

As Gina re-entered the picture, Joe realized he had been dealt a no leaf clover. The light at the end of the tunnel was a freight train after all. She emerged a few minutes later cradling a baby; it couldn’t have been more than six months old. Joe was completely thrown off by this. This woman had a child?! He even asked her. “Wait, you popped out a kid?”

Gina laughed. “Yeah, shocking ain’t it? Doesn’t look like it eh?” No it did not Joe thought. She’d done very well for herself. Then it clicked for him. Uh oh, Paris wasn’t going to like this one bit.

She sat down smiling at the baby. “Yeah, Brad and I decided to jump the gun and try and bring a new life to this world. And behold, baby Jayden made his entrance to this earth. Ya hungry little Jayden? Yeah? Lemme give you some of mommy’s milk then.” She looked up at Joe who was still trying to take this all. “You don’t mind right Joe?”

“Uh, no, no, do what you have to.” He was more flustered then before now. The fact that she had a kid really threw him off! And now to have Paris, the most notorious child hater known to womankind, living next door? Oh boy. He watched as Gina unbuttoned her shirt and parted it, exposing her right breast. It truly was round and perfectly shaped. The nipple has fully erect and ready to go. She cradled the baby tight and tucked it right into the milker. She looked down as it fed and smiled. Joe did as well. The sight was oddly mesmerizing. He loved Paris but to see another girl up close like this was hot for him. This breastfeeding session was erotic. He almost wished he was on the other side of that nipple. Wow, what a thought. The more he watched this girl nurse this baby and be in her own heaven, the more beautiful he truly found her. Joe looked down a felt a boner coming on. He awkwardly got up and excused himself in a hurry.”Ugh, I gotta go Gina. Nice seeing, I mean, meeting you! I’ll see you around!”

“Alright, see you later! Byeee!” Joe let himself out. Outside in the hallway he panted and sighed relief. What just happened? He slowly walked the few feet to his home bumping into a box. He reached out to the knob and twisted it gradually parted the door open. Shutting the door behind him he noticed Paris had now switched to watching TV. “I’m back.” He didn’t say anything more because well, he wasn’t sure what would come out if he tried to tell Paris right at that instance. Instead he opened the freezer to the fridge and got himself a beer. He stood at bay in the kitchen while Paris continued to watch the screen.

Paris herself was getting a bit annoyed and called Joe out on his actions. “Well? And what?”

“Well it’s a married couple. I didn’t meet the guy but his wife was nice. It was nice meeting her. Really nice actually.” He continued to juggle his words.

“Just tell me how hot she was and be done with it, stupid.”

Joe took and a gulp and nooded. Of course she’d say that. “Hot. I mean smoking. Bustiest girl you’ll meet...Next to you babe of course.” He almost forgot that last part.

Paris switched off the TV and got up. She trekked over to Joe in the kitchen and stood face to face with him. He looked down at his partner who herself was about 5’6. Today she had been really laid back in her dress so it was just a pair of pink sweatpants and a tight navy blue t-shirt. If not for the height difference Joe would have said that she and Gina were pretty damn close in measurements. At this instance however she looked very unimpressed. “How big?”

“Uh, I would say 34Cs. No, wait, maybe closer to 34Ds or bigger.” Enter flashbacks to the feeding session.

“Or bigger? Wow. Did you like touch them or something?” She said in a dry sarcastic tone.

“Erm, no. I might have caught a peek though.”

A shocked, angry look invaded Paris’ facial features. “The bitch flashed you?!”

“Umm, not exactly....”

“Joeeeee....” The hands on hips now. She was really probing him now.

“Ok ok, I saw her while she had her nipple and breast exposed...while feeding her baby. It was so hot Paris, you TOTALLY should have been there!

“A BABY?! OH SHE IS FUCKIN’ DEAD!” With that she took off to the door. Joe tried to keep up pace as he followed her out the door.

Moving through the hallway the boxes that were laying there were now gone. Paris violently knocked on Gina’s door and kept doing so until the door opened up. A tall dirty blonde man answered it. “Can I help..”

“Move aside bud.” Quick as a fox Paris moved past the man who was undoubtedly Brad and into the room. “Where is she? Where is she?” She exclaimed like a mad woman. Not seeing her in the family room she turned instinctively to head to the bedroom. Being here a few months ago she was somewhat familiar with the layout. Before she could enter it Gina met her on her way out almost startling both of them. The two were inches away from each other. They backed into the living area where there was more room.

Paris put her arm up and pointed a finger at Gina and shot her the fiercest look. “You!”

Gina was of course very perplexed trying to figure out what was going on and who was this woman before her. “What’s all the commotion about? Jayden wants to sleep right know you know!”

“You have a lot of nerve moving in here, bitch! Didn’t anyone tell you of the unofficial policy of no babies on this floor?”

“Wait, first, who the HELL are you? And second, I’ll move wherever the fuck I want!”

Joe stepped in. “Gina, this is my girlfriend Paris who I was talking to you about. You know, the hostile one toward toward new neighbours.”

“Shut up Joe! I know YOU’RE all over new neighbours!” Paris was livid now. She was seeing the same shade of red her face was turning. Hands on hips she sized her up. She was a few inches taller than Gina, and the woman did have a nice build to her but Paris anticipated wimpiness from her. “But yeah that’s right! I don’t like it when new people move into my apartment building, ESPECIALLY when they bring along little runts with them!!”

“Oh yeah, tough, little girl.” Gina was undisturbed by the threat.

Paris laughed at her opponents foolishness. “Stupid bitch? Don’t you know what I did to the last baby momma that came rolling in here who tried to act all big shotty with me?” She paused and smirked. “I had her begging at my feet as I took everything from her. Her pride, dignity, her apartment, and best of all, her milk.”

“Then all I have to say is if you want me out, you’ll have to do the same to me. Only,” She got right up to Paris now, “I won’t be as easy to knock off cunt.” Her red lips curled up in a confident smile

Paris shook her head acknowledging her foolishness in her head again. “Ok then, I challenge you. To a fight. Tonight. Think you can handle it?”

“Try me. I accept.”

“Wait, wait, wait..this is not just a fight by itself. We need some stipulation. Loser becomes the winner’s and her partner’s slave for the weekend.” Paris didn’t want to do the loser leaves town condition this time because she thought that if she could get Gina to be her fuck toy for a few days than she’d want to leave by her own accord. And THAT, was more humiliating than explicitly forcing her exit. Gina thought about it for a second. She weighed her options and odds. Yeah, I can take her, she thought. “Alright, you got it honey. It’ll be a pleasure kicking your butt and then having to ride you ALLLLLL weekend long.”

Paris rolled her eyes and laughed. “Sure, you tell yourself that. See ya tonight. The gym, after closing. Be there. Come Joe.” She turned and left leaving Brad and Gina staring at eachother.

Brad, who had been speechless through the whole ordeal, finally spoke. “Sure you want to do this baby?”

Gina pointed in the direction of the door. “With HER?! Come on, Brad! I can take her. She’s got something lodged in her cunt is all. When it all comes down to it she’ll probably cower away.” At just that instance the baby began to cry. “Aww...” She went into the bedroom and picked up Jayden. She came back out and shook him up and down to try and comfort him. “Shhhh, shhhhh...don’t cry.” She continued to try and cease the baby’s discomforts but it wasn’t working. “You know what, I think he and I need some air. Going to go for a walk and maybe pick up some more baby food, ok?”

“Alright. You watch out.” They kissed and Gina headed out the door. Brad collapsed on the couch. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Wow, he thought.
* * *

About a half hour later, Brad heard a knock on the door. Odd, he thought, Gina normally takes longer whenever she goes for a stroll. He pushed himself off his chair and went to answer it. Opening the door he simultaneously uttered, “Back so soon?”

However it wasn’t his wife at the door. Instead there was a slightly taller, younger, brunette with waterfall like brown hair. She was wearing a short black mini skirt and a white v-neck blouse which showed out ample amounts of breast and midriff. She was twirling her silky locks around one finger and had the other up to mouth in the old innocent little school girl routine. Yes, it was Paris.

“You,” Brad called her out with a stern tone. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, with all the hoopla early, I realized we never did introduce ourselves to each other.” She ran her hand down Brad’s chest. “I’m Paris. What’s your name?”

Brad tried to put a front that he was unimpressed. “Brad. And I think you should leave.”

Paris was undeterred and continued to feel up the man’s chest. “Oh come on. That’s no fun. I know you want me here.” She stopped and looked down at Brad’s lower region. “And I know he,” she pointed down to the tent in his pants, “wants me here too.” With that she sauntered through the threshold, making sure to close the door behind her before advancing on the married man. Brad backed up in nervous retreat. “What are you doing? I-I think you should go.” Any force in his voice was lacking.

“Oh shut up and let me make it worth your while.” Brad had backed himself all way on the couch. Paris sat on his lap. The young seductress wrapped her arms around his neck and began planting him with kisses. In between kisses, he tried to muster resistance. “Stop..stop...Gina..” But Paris just kept going. “Oh that slut’s too busy with her baby to know.” And for all his protests, Brad didn’t try to stop her physically even though he was quite capable of it. He was enjoying it. After about a few minutes of this lip exchange, Paris broke it off. She undid the buttons on her blouse one by one. “Get a load of these ya stud!” She pressed her DDs together right in front of his face. Brad was mesmerized. These were nice, complete tits. Paris pushed Brad’s head right up against them.

“I think somebody else needs some attention.” She pointed down at his cock pushing right up against his pants. She got down on her knees between Brad’s legs and began to work on undoing the man’s belt. Then she pulled out the button and undid the fly pulling out his package from his underwear. He looked down braced himself for what was about to happen. With no delay Paris took in his cock and began to thrust in and out with her mouth. “Ohhhhhhh.....” Brad clutch at the couch at either side of him. “Oh...Oh...please...don’t stop..don’t stop...” Paris not only didn’t stop but she increased her pace. Brad threw his head back in pure ecstasy. He was impressed at the expertise Paris was exhibiting. Gina was good at giving him blow jobs but she had slowed down lately, especially since having Jayden. But now, now he had a young, feisty fox going at him. Paris had taken her mouth off and began to jack his cock off trying to make him cum. She looked up at the husband. Men, she thought. Offer them sex appeal, not even full on sex itself and they’re all over you. Brad was too easy. She had him wrapped right around her finger. She could swipe him away from that big titted bitch Gina so fast. She sucked him off some more before finally rubbing his cock looking to have him ejaculate. Sure enough, it went off like a hose creaming over Paris’ tits. The blonde laughed. “Mission: accomplished.”

She stood up and knelt on either side of Brad on the couch. He was panting and breathing heavily. “You like that? It feels good to have a young woman suck you off again doesn’t it?”

Brad nodded vigorously. “Ye...yeah...that was AMAZING...”

Paris smiled vindictively. Making sure her now cum covered exposed breasts were well in Brad’s line of vision she moved to ensure she set out to do. She went into her skirt and pulled out a tiny little bottle and showed it to his face. “Glad you liked it. But now since I did something for you, you gotta do something for me. This is Zolpidem or whatever it’s called. It’s used to help with insomnia. When Gina comes back, I want you to slip her a couple of these puppies. OK?” She laid another kiss on him to sweeten the deal. Brad nodded. “Ok..ok...” Paris was elated. She lift up his arm, opened his hand, placed the drugs on his palm, and closed his fingers. Then she brought it up to her face and kissed it.

“Great!” She jumped off him and began to fix herself. “Lemme know when the job’s done.” She sniffed herself. “Man, I need a shower. Ta ta!” With that she skipped out of the apartment. Brad was left panting on the couch looking at the prescription pills in his hand

* * *

“We’re hoooome!”

‘Twas about fifteen minutes later and Gina and Jayden had returned from their stroll. “Man, it is really warm out there!”

Brad got up to greet her. “Why don’t you kick off those shoes, take a seat, relax, and I’ll bring you a nice tall cool glass of lemonade to quench your thirst.” Gina smiled wildly at her husband’s generosity. “Sounds great.” And she did exactly that.

Brad grabbed a glass from the cupboard and turned on the tap and let it run so it was nice and cold. “So whatcha do while we were gone?” His significant other asked. Brad filled the glass to the top. He grabbed a packet of lemonade and tore off part it before dumping the contents into the liquid. “Oh you know, stayed here, unpacked a little. Nothing major. How was your time out?” At that point Brad reached out a grabbed the little bottle of pills, looked it over, and dump out two tablets. Holding them over the glass he crushed the pills into a chalky powder and let in fall into the mixture. “Great! I feel so refreshed now. I feel like I can take on that little cunt.” Brad stirred it altogether with a spoon. “Can you believe that little witch?! What does she think she is, the owner of this whole damn block?! Tell me I’m wanted out. Nuh-uh, little girl. We’re here to stay and I’m going to assure her that tonight.”

While Gina was getting fired up and agitated, Brad brought the tainted concoction to her. She sipped on the drugged brew as she spoke. “Mmm, thank you honey. Mmm, that is delicious!” She enjoyed it oblivious to what went on not too long ago. “Can you IMAGINE what we can do to her when she becomes our slave?! Maybe for starters I’ll dress her up as a sexy schoolgirl so I can discipline her with a paddle.” She drank some lemonade. “Then I’ll have her do a naughty striptease. Then, I get right into it and drill her RIGHT up the ass with a strap on. You can do a frontal assault simultaneously babe.” She took another sip bring the glass to about ¾ finished. “Then I’ll invite all our friends over so she can suck everyone of them off, guys and gals! Can you imagine what kind of head that girl gives?!” Brad tried to play it cool because he knew the answer. “No, no. Of course not. It better be good though!” Gina finished off the glass now. She put her arms in the air and felt up her assets as she spoke. “Then as a finale, she’ll worship ME, her conqueror, and beautiful body and breasts! And eat me out of course, hahaha!”

Just then a huge wave hit her. “Ooooo...” She put her hand to her head. “What’s wrong?” Her husband questioned. As if I didn’t know, he thought. Gina yawned. “I don’t know. Something came over me. Suddenly feel really tired.” She yawned again. “Must be being up early so we could move everything in here.” Brad looked his wife over. She was fading. Fast. She struggled to keep alert. Her eyes were in limbo between closed and opened. Her actions slowed. She couldn’t stop yawning. All made sense, she downed that glass with the ambient pretty fast. “Yeah, I think you tired yourself today. The move, Jayden, getting so worked up over Paris. I think you, both of you, really need a nap anyways. I’ll put Jayden in his crib and since you’re already here you can pass out here. What do you say?” Gina nodded and sleepily agreed. So Brad put Jayden away and came back. Oddly enough, in the time he did that, the brunette had already passed out in her seated position. Her husband swung her legs around so her petite body was lying on the couch. Then he comfortably positioned her head on a pillow. He checked her eyes to make sure. Lifting up her eyelids all he saw was white. Perfect, he thought. Then he made his way out the door. Going down the hallway, he stopped briefly to knock on Paris’ door to alert her but then kept going.

* * *
Paris skipped quite gleefully into the comatose brunette’s pad. She now donned a pair of tight pink pants and a short white t-shirt that left her mid-riff exposed. On the shirt was the word “MILF” in big black letters surround and struck through by a read “do not” symbol. She twirled in her fingers a red lollipop. In the other hand she carried a little black rectangular casing.

She paraded over to the couch and put the box on the table. “Aww…” She said as she saw Gina laying there completely out cold. One leg and one arm hung off the edge of the couch. “Poor tired mommy…” She twirled her sucker and put it to Gina’s lips. She stroked her short brown hair. “I have you right where I want ya, don’t I? Hahaha.”

“I guess I should really start fighting fair, shouldn’t I?” She said to herself thinking back to the time she took advantage of Karen in her own bed. “Actually, naaaaaaaw!” This was too fun. There was something to erotic about what she was doing. So devious and secretive. Having another woman completely at her mercy like this. Paris could do anything she wanted right now and Gina wouldn’t have a clue because she was too far gone from the pills. She stroked the woman’s crotch through her shorts.

“I could fuck you right now, couldn’t I?” She smiled coyly. “No no…I won’t do that. I’ll save that for after I destroy you and show that I’m the more dominant woman. I will however play with these lovely titties!”

She sat Gina up. Her head hung limply at her chest as Paris held her close. Her breathing was slow and quiet. Just for the hell of it the young villainess put her head to her chest so she could her heart beat. It was really faint and slow, a product of the sedative no doubt. Paris nuzzled her head in Gina’s cleavage. She was quite impressed at how cushiony they were. Through the soft fabric of her shirt, they actually made good pillows. But enough of that. Paris lifted herself out of there and began to work on undressing the comatose brunette. She lifted her arms in the air and skilfully pulled the blouse over her head and her arms out of the sleeves.

She threw the shirt aside and marvelled at the site below her. A pink bra framing a respectable canyon of cleavage. Actually more than respectable. Maybe even downright enviable. A woman with a baby meant for those few months jugs that were comparable to few women. Even Paris knew this as she stared down at the two hills below here. With her lolly she lifted the bra on one side, enough to get a view of the fully erect nipple. “Mmm, mommy’s got the big yummy breasts, doesn’t she?” With the sucker she traced the outline of Gina’s jaw and then went up to her full red lips, seemingly toying with her helpless frame. She placed it back in her own mouth as the next thing needed the use of both arms.

She reached behind her victim and unhooked her victim’s bra. She pulled her arms from the straps and then tossed the whole thing aside. She gently laid her back on the couch. Gina lay there in only jeans, arms at her sides, her chest with huge mammeries rising and falling. The area surrounding her nipples were perfect. Literally a perfect circle. And those nipples themselves. So stiff. So upright. So helpless. She couldn’t believe that she had gotten this far. She had the bitch half naked and at her disposal in front of her. Time to play doctor.

She picked up her case and opened it up. She took a very familiar syringe. “Hello old friend,” she said as she tapped the side of it. She squirted a bit into the air to make sure it worked. It did. Then turning to the mom she got to work. She pinched both nipples (not they weren’t erect already) and then poked the needle into one areola. She pushed down half of the serum and then removed it to repeat the same with the other tit with the rest of it. It really was a powerful experience sabotaging her opponent while she was so oblivious to it.

She smiled and removed the syringe. That was it. The deed was done. Soon Gina would be filled with so much milk that she would be in no state to even walk without support let alone put up a real fight against her later tonight. She turned away from the sleeping brunette to return the needle back in its case. Just as she finished shutting the box again, she heard some heavy breathing. She turned around.

Gina was panting hard and arching her back. Yet she was still dozing. It was the strangest thing. Paris was shocked at the whole thing. “Noooo…there’s no way..” She puzzled to herself. “Is this bitch getting off on that lactating agent?” Gina started to moan harder than before. “Well, there’s only one way to check.” With that she undid Gina’s pants and reached in under her panties. Just as she suspected. Wet. “You dirty, dirty slut.” She laughed. Not counting on this happening, she didn’t mind sticking around for some extra fun. So she began to finger Gina’s clit trying to get her more rowdy. Faster and faster she pumped that pussy while her other hand squeezed the mom’s tits. Naturally with the pressure, milk squirted outta her nipples and dripped all over her breasts. As Gina moved into sleepy orgasm, Paris laughed. “What a WHORE! Getting off on this…you’re a horny mom aren’t ya?”

Feeling like she had enough excitement for the afternoon, Paris took her hand out of Gina’s pants. She looked at the love juices all over it and wiped it onto the mom’s cleavage. She gave her nipples a pinch each and licked them as well. Then she gave her a tiny peck on the lips. She picked up her red sucker and placed it nicely onto the woman’s breasts. A calling card of sorts. “See ya later MOM..” And she picked up her little case of the serum and skipped back to her apartment.

* * *

Hours later Gina woke up in a haze. She sat up holding her head and wondered why she felt this way. She looked down and quizzically noticed she was topless and her jeans were unbuttoned. Even more, her chest was dry and sticky with god knows what and had a lollipop stuck to it. Realizing what had probably happened, she angrily peeled it off. “That witch…” Immediately she got up to hose herself off and get ready.

* * *

Brad wasn't back yet, but that didn’t matter. She was going to do this now with Paris. Gina marched into the gym, heavy tits and all, a woman determined. She changed into a tied wife beater top and short jean shorts. It wasn’t the best mode considering she was in full mom mode now because of Paris, but she did look amazing with her full tits straining the fabric. The tank top was going to burst any time.

“Where is she?! Where is she?!” She searched the room like a madwoman. “I’m going to destroy that bitch!” From behind her she heard a little giggle. She turned around and Paris stood leaning on the doorway. “Oh titty mommy. You are SO funny! SO funny!” She had not changed so she still wore her pink pants and white cut off t-shirt.

“You coward…taking advantage of me while I sleep?! Who does that?!” Gina was irate now and highly emotional. She was going to explode. Paris advanced now. “Not my fault you’re the biggest whore while you sleep…you must be starving for action all the time!”

Gina got a look in her eye. “Oh, I’m starving for action alright. I’m taking you down!” In a move that surprised the slightly younger girl, Gina charged at Paris spearing her down to the mat and landing on top of her. In a furious rage she levelled Paris on either side of her body with shots to the kidneys and ribs. She grabbed her hair and slammed it against the unforgiving mat. This was a real catfighting tussle was both women cried out with each shot dealt and felt. Paris grabbed hold of her opponents’ hips and rolled her over. She repeated the same attacks done to her. Gina quickly reversed though. Breast on breast, belly on belly, the two women rolled around clawing at each other’s hair and flesh. There wasn’t a clear advantage.

That is, until Gina, with one swift move flipped Paris over hard to the mat. Kneeling on top of her and pinning down both her wrists with her hands, she had her. She looked down at the younger blonde who was wiggling to get free. “Looks like a got you down , little witch!” Paris smiled up at the bikini clad mom. From her elevated position above her, she now saw the effects of the drug. Gina’s breasts were extremely full and sagging down very noticeably. She was quite content that when she got free of this she could do some real damage. “Oh yeah, I guess you have. But you know what? It’s nothing like how I pinned your husband down.” Gina cocked her head in confusion. “What?” Paris smiled again. It was working. Just then, the man in question walked in. They both turned their heads to look at him. “Oh, didn’t he tell you? He was completely at my mercy while I sucked him off like you never could. He was BEGGING me for more and even said you were terrible in that department.” Gina was in disbelief. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t have been. Brad wouldn’t do that. She looked over to him as he stood against the wall taking in the action and tried to study him. He was very nervous. He’d be cheering her on right now but instead was kind of angsty. She looked down at Paris who still had her huge smile on. “You stupid BITCH!!” Gina let go of Paris’ arms and wound up for a huge bitchslap right across her opponent’s face. Paris face twisted to the side and slowly came back to face her. A red mark was on her left cheek. She smirked. “Took ya long enough to clue in!”

Gina didn’t respond to that. Instead she just lowered her body to Paris’ and banged her rapidly head into the mat some more. She was a mad woman now. Her instincts had set in and picked the first attack her animalistic nature had told her to do. She screamed, banged and clawed at the younger girl’s body and head. Paris tried desperately to cover up. But with the attacks, Gina had gotten careless. None of Paris’ limbs were secure anymore. So the blonde tried something. She brought in her outstretched leg and kneed her between the legs. “Oooooooooo” Gina stopped her assault and brought her hands to her crotch with her hands. Finally getting the opening she needed, Paris then backed up, brought her knees right up against her body and like a spring, kicked Gina in her stimulated tits! The shot rocked her because with them as big as they were at the moment, they were extremely sensitive. Gina exclaimed in pain. She rose up and retreated to nurse the pain in them. Paris content she was in control followed and stalked her with that trademark evil smirk. She caught up to her and twisted her around. Gina immediately went to strike her, but Paris blocked it with her forearm and struck her left bosom with her palm. “Ahhhhhhh...oooooo....” Gina cowered back with the shot. She rose up and tried it again but this time Paris caught her forearm, and twisted it down. Then she spun her around and grabbed hold of her with both arms under her breasts.

With her hands under her heavy tits, Paris locked her fingers together and pulled them inward to Gina’s lovely body. She began to squeeze and dominate the mom. Gina would deeply exhale as the air was forced out of her lungs and windpipe. Paris continued to berate her with demeaning insults in her ear. Slowly she shifted her arms north so they were around her milk orbs. The tightness exerted on them was enough to get her screaming but with the lack of air in her body, it was only a silent scream which escaped her rosy circular lips. It was almost like she could feel the milk in her tits being forced southwards and concentrating themselves in the tips as Paris pushed inward and downward.

Paris laughed and studied the emotions on her opponent’s face. As she easened the pressure Gina relaxed as she pulled in air. But as she brought it on again, Gina closed her eyes and tilted her head to the sky as she scrunched her face and cried out. All the while she was trying to pick the locks being Paris’ fingers, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to execute a proper reversal. Paris decided to get even more creative by kneeing Gina’s tailbone, which would not only hurt her ass but cause her also to jump up; in turn, her aching tits would jump up. Paris was in control now. She kept repeating the move. The pain was starting to build now. Then she picked her up off her feet and dropped her on her knee in an atomic drop.

Gina fell forward on the ground. On hands and knees she rubbed her ass and moaned. She tried to crawl away. Paris saw an opening and ran at her and kicked her in the belly. The move threw her on her back. The young blonde mounted the older brunette and began to punch her face repeatedly just as before. Gina was desperately trying to cover up but was too disoriented to mount any adequate protest. She was repaid for earlier with a bitch slap by Paris that left her with visibly a reddened left cheek. Gina now had tears streaming down her face. “Stop…” She whimpered.

Paris laughed and just grabbed her by the front of her wife beater. She lifted her up and roughly backed her into a wall. She sized her up. She clutched her by the shoulders and drove her knee right into her denim clad crotch. Gina wailed in pain. She grabbed the abused area and continued to moan. Paris grabbed at her big breasts and tore into the fabric of the top. She twisted and turned and contorted them. She pushed them together, pulled them apart, and overall, made things very, very uncomfortable for the brunette. Then she choked Gina with both hands while
banging her head into the wall. She laughed hysterically as her victim struggled for air.

She let go and grabbed her by the hair away from the wall to an open space. She reached between her legs and lifted her in the air. The woman was quite light so it was little issue for Paris. She had her up to her shoulder. She pinched the woman’s crotch a bit more, just to add insult to the upcoming injury. Then she slammed her down hard to the mat. Gina quivered in pain as the back of her head and back struck down hard. Paris asserted her dominance more by putting one foot on Gina’s chest while twirling one hand in the air and twisted her hips a little bit.

Paris then dropped an elbow right into Gina’s bosom. She got up and did it a second time. Then a third time to follow. Gina’s breasts couldn’t withstand this assault. Tiny stains had formed around the area of her nipples signifying that she was leaking milk. Paris dropped her leg (and thus her entire body weight) across her cleavage. She backed up and locked her arm in arm bar. Not that she knew what she was doing here but she tried to at least punish Gina some more. As she twisted and turned the joint out of place, she kicked her across the chest again for emphasis. Gina pleaded for her to stop on both counts. Paris had other ideas. She clutched her wrist and looked at it with evil intent. “Oooo, what nice pretty pink nails you have, Gina TITS! After we’re done here you’ll have to give me the name of your manicurist! In the meantime…” Paris began to gnaw at the nail of the middle finger. Gina tried to protest even more at this new assault. But Paris like a wild animal viciously ripped the nail right off the nail and spit it out (getting some good air and distance on it.) Paris let the hold go. Gina was divided on what she consul: her breasts or fingers.

Paris didn’t really give her a choice because she sat her up and locked her fingers under her chin and planted her knee between her shoulder blades. The move strained Gina’s back and pushed her yummy breasts forward thereby straining the top even more and pushing the nipples right against the fabric. Gina squirmed left and right.

In the distance, Brad watched with mixed feelings. One the one hand this hold was really hot. It really showed off Gina’s full breasts. The fact that they were slightly soaked in milk made it that much more of a turn on. At the same time, guilt was mixed in there. He betrayed his own wife. And now she was at the mercy of this she-devil. He decided he would step in. He tugged Paris off. The two stood facing each other.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the blonde exclaimed.

“You’ve done enough to her. I’m stopping this.” Brad nervously said as he looked over to his wife who was curled up in a fetal position.

“It’s not up to you! We go until I beat her and humiliate her to a pulp!” She was feisty and vicious. And manipulative. She advanced on him. “Plus…” she put her hand on Brad’s crotch. Memories of the apartment earlier filled the man’s head. “…I know you’re enjoying it.” She began to rub his crotch.

Brad froze up. She was doing it again. This beautiful, sexy girl was turning him on. Why was he so goddamn attracted to her? She now snatched his package through his pants. It was so symbolic how she held his manhood, the one great source of power in her hands. He was hers now. She rubbed him all over, getting him so worked up. Brad was sweating and breathing hard.
“See Brad…you’re just a toy. My toy…you don’t need her. You’re probably not even attracted to her anymore. Maybe I should take you home after I destroy her because there sure as hell won’t be much of her left to fuck after me and my friends are done doing her.” Then ever so suddenly, Paris KNEED him right in the groin! Pleasure turned to pain as Paris smiled vindictively. Brad fell backwards holding his parts. Paris lifted the man’s legs and looked down at him.

“On second thought, naawwww…I don’t need you. I already got a lackey like you.” With that she stomped heavily down on the man’s groin. And like a cigarette butt she grinded her foot all over his hurting dick. She kept stomping and grinding to a point where it felt she was going to erode away his equipment. She kept the pressure on, all the while laughing maniacally. Doing it multiple times, Brad passed out from the pain. Paris threw down his feet and punted him on last time. Out.

She returned to Gina who was still wallowing in near defeat on the ground. “Now where was I?” she asked herself as she looked down at the mom. “Oh yeah!” She picked her up by her short brown locks and dragged her once again to the wall. Gina stood there completely out of it, dazed and stumbling in place. Her wife beater was soiled with darkened stains. Paris took hold of the knot and working on untying it. “Aww, mommy tits…your shirt is all wet! Lemme help you out of it.” She undid the knot and then grabbed her neckline, tearing it all the way down the middle and exposing her breasts.

“And while I’m at it...” She unbuttoned and unzipped the woman’s jean shorts and let them fall to the ground. She stood there helplessly as her panties were pulled to her ankles as well. Paris slowly slid her fingers into the neatly trimmed pussy of her elder. Then gently she her palm over Gina’s inflated right breasts. The mom deeply inhaled. Paris leaned in to speak to her. “Can you feel it Gina? Can you feel me in you?” The woman just moaned in passion. Paris really knew how to push the right buttons, make her climax. She played her clit like a little joystick. She massaged her tits like a good pillow. She panted in pure ecstasy.

“You like that, mommy tits, hahaha.” She did. “Yessss…” she moaned. The pleasure in her breasts and cunt were the greatest she had. Any pain she had in both regions before seemed to be negated now. It was heaven. “Mmm, keep going, please…” Paris laughed once again. “Oh Gina Gina Gina. How pathetic you look right now. You’re just proving it right now that your tits,” she gave her breast a squeeze, “and your cunt,” she tickled her clit, “are SLAVES to my touch!” Gina clutched the wall as she screamed in excitement! The bliss had reached its apex now.

Paris continued to degrade her right in her ear. “But you know, I must say: you and your husband really deserve each other. He couldn’t keep his hands and eyes off me. Just a little puppy at my enjoyment.” She stopped to let that sink in as she stimulated her some more. “And still, here you are, the same way. Completely vulnerable to my touch. Just a little slut. A lesby at heart. MY dirty little whore, hahaha”

Paris took her hand out of Gina’s cunt and for the second time today marvelled at the sticky juices around her fingers. She pushed them into Gina’s mouth. The mom blinded by passion didn’t realize what she was doing and mindlessly sucked them all off, much to Paris’ approval. With her fingers all clean, she now wanted to use to hands on her foe’s breasts. She moved them down her chest and then outlining the shape of the individual mounds “Mmm, such beautiful tits…what to do, what to do…” She looked at her with scheming irises as she circled her fingers around the areolas. She bent down and took in a nipple into her mouth, tasting a bit of the bitter milk. “Mmm, ok…fun’s over bitch tits…time for some pain! Hi-yah!!”

With that, she got right into it. She chopped her right across her chests making them jump. Then she completely tore into them with stiffened fingers. Just like that contentment turned to pain. Paris raked her finger nails down her beautiful full mammeries. She began an assault of left and right haymakers which rocked the targets. The abuse was coming in now for Gina. She screamed with every shot. Paris made a game out of it. Punch one, then the other, establishing a good rhythm. She landed her with fluid forehand and backhand slaps. She wounded up one final time and SMACKED her with her open hand. The sound echoed through the room and left a red print on her breast. “Ouchie, ouchie, ouchie..” Paris cried as she shook and blew on it. Her hand throbbed. “I gotta stop using these hands…” She looked over and spotted some barbells. Walking over she grabbed a 5 pounder and returned. Thus began the assault with the weight. The added force contorted her tits like nothing before. She added in a few belly shots as well. By the end of it, Gina’s abs were reddened, tits sore, and leaking milk ever so slightly.

Paris dropped the weight and she grabbed her nipples and squeezed. As expected, milk streamed out. The liquid shot out on to her chest and dripped on to the ground. She tried to protest but Paris just laughed at her as she spread it all over tits, quite literally and symbolically rubbing in the humiliation. Looked at her wet hand and SLAPPED Gina across the face, motherly juices and all. Her head spun in the direction of hit. “Owwwww…” she moaned as she sank down in heap. Paris stood there with hands on hips admiring the damage done to Gina. Her cunt was dripping, her breasts leaking, her face throbbing…yep, she’d done well. But it wasn’t finished just yet. She pulled the hurting brunette up and hoisted her on her shoulder. The mom was completely drained as she loosely hung there. Paris squeezed her buns as she carried her across the gym to the equipment machines.

She got to a bench press and laid her flat on the weight bench. Her feet rested on either side it while her arms hung limply to the sides as well. She walked over to the head of the machine and rubbed the bar. “You know, I was never any good at this. Maybe you and your chest can fare better. Let me load it up for you first though.” She picked up a 50 pound weight and added it to the 50 pounder already on there. She repeated the same with the other. Then with great difficulty and great strife she managed to roll it square on Gina’s tits. The force and velocity of 200 pounds of weight landed on her surely brought her back to reality. She clutched at the bar to get it off but it was far beyond her. It was crushing and flattening her chest and making it hard to breathe. Paris walked around and sat on her belly. “Need a spot there Ginny” She taunted her opponent. She grabbed the bar and pushed it further into her flesh. “Whatsa matter? Can’t breathe? Weight too much ? No, that can’t be it. I can help with that.”

With that she got up and added 20 more pounds to each side making things only worse for the struggling brunette. She kicked her feet in extreme desperation. She coughed and weezed. “Pl-please…killing….me…m-m-my…tits…Paris!” The young sadist only revelled in watching her foe squirm like this. She wasn’t going to kill her of course, but it really fun to watch her believe she was. Really the point was to completely annihilate her tits and with 240 pounds of pressure laid across it, she sure was succeeding. She watched her suffer for a bit and then one by one removing each disc off the ends of the bar. Finally she lifted the bar off. Gina went immediately to consul her battered and pancake-like possessions. Her breasts had a long and deep imprint across them to go along with the redness from earlier. “Owww…” she moaned. Before she was given any real time to recover, Paris turned her over so she was face (and breast) down on the bench. “No, no..no more..” she cried. But Paris proceeded to drop elbows on her upper back, thereby squishing her cleavage to the bench. She picked up one the weights and even pressed it down and held it there. She piled on a few more of the weights too. Extreme pressure to her tits.
Finally, she added her own body weight, sitting down on everything. She wiggled her lovely rump on everything. This was easily 300+ pounds of pressure. Satisfied with that, she got off and with one shot she wiped everything off Gina’s back. She picked the defeated woman up. She contentedly made note of the mess of milk on the bench. “Oooo, hope no one has to use this any time soon…alrighty, time to end this.”

She led her to a different bench press, this one with a back portion. She sat her down on the device and then sat her own self down on her thighs. Paris looked at the completely degraded woman. Her breasts were done. Mauled, flattened, milked, abused, scarred, bruised. Everything. Her head lolled in placed, so completely out of it. Paris grabbed her chin to steady her head as she scolded her some more. “Well, Gina Tits, MOM, this is it. Hope you learned your lesson.”

Nodding the exhausted woman mustered, “Please…no more…spare my breasts..”
Paris patted her cheek and laughed. “Of course baby, of course. Just so long as you admit that I beat you today and that I’m the mistress of your tits.”

Gina took a gulp and said it. “Please, you beat me. You win.”

Paris pinched her nipples. “Ahem, aaaaand?”

“And you are my mistress of my tits.”

Paris rubbed her breasts. “Atta girl. Now you know this means that I get to have a little fun with you. But I’ll let you recover. But before we part…” She reached into her pocket and took out three things: a tube of lipstick and two nipple clamps. First with the lipstick, she removed the top and began to write on Gina’s chest. “I’ve always wanted to do this by the way…” When she finished Gina was the unwilling owner of a design which featured the word “MOM” circled and crossed out. Just for kicks, Paris even put some on her own lips as well as Gina’s. She gave her a peck on both cheeks.

She then flashed the clamps in front of Gina’s eyes before applying them. “Just a little preview for later…” With Gina’s already battered nipples, the pain was completely unbearable. She passed out quickly. Just as that happened, Brad had stirred awake. Paris noticed him in her periphery vision. She turned to look at him as he rolled on his belly and scouted where the two ladies were. Seeing that he was paying attention, she grabbed the face of her unconscious loser and planted a final, extended kiss on the woman’s lips. Just to rub it in to both of them.

Then she got up and walked toward him. Rather than stopping to address him however as he might’ve expected, she stepped on his back and kept walking.

She did, however, call out, “When your darling wife is good and ready, you can carry her to our apartment for the festivities.”

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