Jan was always a real stunning looking woman and one of those fortunate (or unfortunate) women who, even in her early 20's had an eye popping 38H bust overhanging a 28" waist. Married to a dairy farmer at 26 she elected to breast feed her first child, and the next decade and a half of child bearing were carved out for her. Even after her sixth child, she kept her new 'matronly' shape, which she carries well. Jan is pleased that she still turns men's heads and attracts wolf-whistles; and that's after years of breastfeeding. In fact her figure 'matured' and her breast milk just never dried up. In 1999 at the age of forty-two she was on her seventh child who was nearing two years old and, after taking the Midwife's advice that: "if possible, children should be breast fed until the age of two at least" she just kept producing like one of the dairy cows in her husband's care on their farm. And what a pair of udders! Jan looked at herself in the mirror critically.

The belly would never be slim again, the cellulite on her thighs was obvious, and my, her breasts looked huge! Sitting pertly on her ribs the firm globes curving up from her waist resembled basket balls in a pair of sacks in their firm roundness and stuck out either side of her. She slapped them either side with her cupped hands; "they were certainly firm" she thought. She tweaked a fat, brown nipple, measuring it along her finger. It seemed to have stretched after almost fifteen years of constant breast feeding. "It must have stretched to well over an inch, and as thick as a little finger" she observed, looking at it against her finger as a bead of milk appeared. The areolas were swollen almost to peaks indicating it was time for some relief. She tossed aside the printed summer dress she had been trying to struggle into and merely succeeded in ripping a seam. "Hell. Some African women keep feeding their kids until they're four!" she murmured, incredulous at what the midwife had told her, confirmed by the TV documentary she had seen recently. "And that mother I heard about whose son was taken away from her by social services because he was six years old and she was still breastfeeding him?!"

"Damn. - 47, 33," she swore under her breath as she measured her hips, then her waist in the mirror. It was hard to read the figures off backwards. It had been a long time since she had seen her own waist, hips and feet over the vast expanse of her '38L cup' breasts. She looked appraisingly at their 16 inch length. At least their roundness made up for it. There was hardly any sagging, but they were certainly heavy. She needed a strong outsize nursing bra to support them, but the straps, although wide and padded still cut into her shoulders and caused thickened galls. Howard had been spending more time in the fields and visiting Jed's farm (especially when Jed was away) to "check on his cattle" since the ravishing 38 year old Margaret had moved in with the 58 year old farmer in the neighboring dairy farm not half a mile away. He was divorced from his wife only a few weeks before Margaret moved in.

Margaret had married relatively late at 32 to a farmer in the South and had three children in the four years of their stormy and abusive marriage. The stress of the farming crisis was too much for Margaret's marriage and it ended in divorce and her broken husband drinking himself to an early grave. Margaret had nothing. The farm was repossessed for creditors and she and her children were homeless. Her husband's family took custody of the children and she went to the big city looking for work. She decided to use her best asset - her body - and turned to prostitution, being 'snapped up' by a high-class Escort Agency. Her voluptuous 40HH, 33, 46, meant she was soon in great demand. This led to petty jealousies and she had a vicious fight with another Agency's prostitute in a hotel suite in front of a client and put her rival in hospital. This almost got her sacked, but then she became pregnant and after hiding the fact for as long as she could, took a vacation. Now with a secret child to support she couldn't afford to make anymore mistakes. She became even more popular with her clients when they discovered she had breast milk to offer too, and the heavy demand on her ensured that she produced in quantity! But it wasn't long before she was pregnant again, but then Jed came along and as soon as Jed had finished divorcing his wife, she moved into his North country dairy farm with him. Now aged 38, she continued to breastfeed both of her children in tandem. Margaret had joked, when she was introduced, that Jed considered her as just another one of his 'milkers', the grand, white Charolais cows which graced his farm, as she was still producing rich milk in large quantities more than sixteen months after the birth of her previous child, and her latest 6 month old and she was still feeding them both! "Daisy Moo is what Jed calls me" she had said with a laugh.

Daisy's face had 'classic' features which made most people stop and look twice. Her clear skin glowed over high cheekbones, an aquiline nose and a straight, though sensuous mouth. The straight lines of her face and her square jaw made her look 'hard-faced' and tough. Her dark brown eyes 'glowered', or 'smouldered' (depending what sex you were) from beneath dark though exquisitely plucked brows and betrayed a passionate nature and fiery temper. An unwrinkled neck swooped out into strong, broad shoulders and a deep chest supporting extremely shapely breasts. Despite their size, a whopping '40J cup', they were natural and surprisingly firm - because of - and not in spite of years of lactating and breast feeding. They had developed a very attractive fulsomeness. You could be forgiven for thinking them false, but one look at her shoulders and broad back would leave you in no doubt that she was carrying a considerable weight in front of her. Lustrous brunette hair tumbled riotously about her shoulders and head. It was unsurprising to Jan that all men were smitten by her. Jan was no less beautiful and in her 20's had the same classical features as Daisy, but now, 20 years on her face was rounder with the merest hint of a double chin, but the same high cheekbones. Her eyes were a startling grey-blue, despite being a brunette. Her mouth shaped like a Cupid's Bow, was extremely sensuous and made men go literally weak at the knees when she smiled. With her voluptuous build, in her 20's it was not surprising that men had followed her around and fought over her.

Although the women got on well initially, rivalry came between them as both men lusted after Margaret and openly compared the two women. They were both, after all, quite similar. After one too many drinks in front of their guests Howard had blurted out the fact that his "wife produced better than any of his cows!" Jan was horrified that such intimate detail of their private lives was out. Jed garrulously said that 'Daisy Moo' was the same, but better. Slurping his sixth double whiskey back he drunkenly boasted that 'Daisy' was a better milker than Jan and made more milk. The two men debated this foolish notion hotly while Jan and Margaret sat on the sofa and eyed each other up, especially examining the lines and fullness of one another's huge breasts. Jan didn't like the way the full shapeliness of Margaret's breasts was 'sculpted' by her dress and the fact they were thrust out so far in front of her, or the fact that her nipples seemed to be trying to punch through all the material, even through her nursing pads. Or of the way she caught Howard drooling over her! She shot her husband a disapproving look (not for the first time). Margaret boasted of her own voluptuous hour-glass figure, now 40J, 34", 48", and the fact that her boobs were almost fourteen inches long. She looked jealous when Jan revealed hers were almost 2 inches bigger: "Much bigger than yours dear" she boasted. "God! '38 L.' You really are a cow. aren't you?" she said, but not kindly. "It's all fat I suppose" Margaret concluded. Jan glared at 'Daisy' as she stared impertinently at her breasts. In fact; it had been several months since she'd been measured for a new nursing bra and she felt that her breasts had stretched and expanded since. She sometimes felt she was just a cow as her permanently full and leaking 'udders' often ached with engorgement and pulled on her chest muscles, shoulders and back with their weight. "No. It's not. It's mostly gland tissue" Jan tersely corrected her. "They're very firm," she added. "I went up 2 cup sizes from a 'H cup' to 'J' when I started nursing Paul, but never lost any of it afterwards, contrary to what my doctor said would happen. That was over 15 years ago. And now, after six more kids it's up to an 'L' cup!" Jan finished.

Daisy lay back on the arm of the sofa, causing her own 54" bust to thrust out further. "As I said. You're a cow!" she said pointedly. Jan examined 'Daisy' carefully too. "So how much?" she had asked bluntly nodding at her boobs. Daisy didn't know if this "fat bitch" Jan, was implying she was a whore or, -- asking how much milk she was still producing? - She decided on the latter. "Oooh ... About six to ten ounces, each one" she said uncertainly. "What? A day?" Jan asked sounding contemptuous. Daisy smiled: "No. Per feed!" she said. "Up to eight times with two young 'uns!" she finished lifting them on her hands. They swamped her forearms, burying them completely. Jan tried calculating what her output was. "That's several pints!" she thought. Still, - her own produced a great volume; they were always leaking. The men roared their approval as Daisy juggled the massive things up and down. Jan felt her face flush in annoyance. "Ey! - Ey..." Jed growled as he lecherously leaned across towards the women. "How about a contest to see whose the best milker? he drunkenly slurred at the two voluptuous women. "I think you've drunk quite enough Jed" Daisy said firmly.

Jed persisted, getting louder as his enthusiasm increased, made worse by Howard's argument that Jan's "bazooma's" would "beat Daisy's flat!" Jan knew that Howard meant the word "beat" in the sense of winning by comparison, but Daisy got hold of the wrong end of the stick and helping an unsteady Jed to his feet she glared first at Howard, then at Jan and angrily snapped "Jan's welcome to try hers against mine, but mine will knock the pap out of her bloated udders until they're as flat as pancakes!!!" Jan was on her feet in an instant. "Yeah!" Jed enthused. "You won't take that. Will you Jan!" Howard goaded, hoping to see a fight. What a sight these two obviously jealous rivals made as they squared up to each other, each woman thinking herself almost unique and now, looking each other up and down, realized that they were almost equally matched and inflamed both men's passions. "Look. We've all had too much to drink." Jan said curtly, raising her voice over their enthusiasm. "I only meant a milking competition", Howard explained. "So did I" Daisy said ominously as she glared at Jan. "Or what about a tit squeezing contest?" Jed drunkenly suggested, lurching around from Daisy's grip to face Jan. "You'd better go" Jan snapped, pointedly glaring at Margaret 'Daisy Moo'.

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That night in bed while Howard snored loudly beside her after sucking his fill (a relief she appreciated - otherwise she'd have to express it ), she mused over that night's revelations and how Margaret had irritated her like no-one ever did before. She could have slapped her face! Jan had never heard such a suggestion from anyone before that two women should deliberately beat on each others tits with their own, - still less - two lactating women! Jan knew one thing for sure, when her breasts were full they ached and became painful, and sometimes tender. she didn't "see how a; ... a:..." What should she call it: - "A 'titfight' would work! Still less how aching and painfully full breasts could possibly knock the milk out of one another! Unless they milked each other with their hands as Jed had suggested. She shuddered at that thought! True, she leaked quite heavily at milk 'letdown', - as did Daisy. "No," she thought, dismissing the idea: "Jed was just being stupid," she reasoned. Anyway, 'letdown' didn't just happen; there had to be a trigger for it. They would "all have forgotten about it by morning." She nudged Howard heartily in the ribs to stop his snoring, then rolled onto her side to try to sleep. It had been a long time since she could lay for long on her back as the weight of her "bazoomers", as Howard called them, caused pressure on her chest. She had abandoned lying on her front long ago as she'd probably asphyxiate as well as causing more leakage.

She had to wear a nursing bra and nursing pads to bed ever since she discovered she leaked while asleep. She had tried going to bed without a restrictive bra while Paul was a baby in his cot beside the bed, but a leaking breast would spray her poor unsuspecting husband as she dozed, leaving him with a milk mist. Months later, she had still found places in the room around the bed where the milk spray had left evidence of this! That was many years ago. Even now, she had to carefully arrange her huge boobs in front of her so that she didn't lie on them and crush them like some old cow. "Even so." she mused; "the weight of one crushing against the other could be pretty uncomfortable." Yet she loved being a mother. She loved breast feeding and all that went with it, even to the extent of drinking 'Mother's Milk Herb Tea for increasing lactation' every day. She didn't feel like a complete woman unless she had a child at her breast. It was almost two years since her last child and she had tried to persuade Howard to try for another, - "but he didn't seem so interested as he used to." she thought. "Perhaps it was the stress of the Farm. Or had he lost interest since Margaret appeared?" she thought uncharitably.

Returning to the present: Jan disliked women with boobs as big as hers. She always had. Especially those who deliberately attracted men with them. She took great delight in cruelly criticizing such women by saying that theirs were silicone. Such indiscretions got her into a number of catfights in her 20's. She had been unrivalled until now. Add to that the fact that Daisy was as facially attractive as herself. "And this fat titted whore is trying to hook my man!" She flicked the tape measure out in a sudden flash of temper and tossed it onto the bed. "If fucking miss fat tits Daisy Moo wants to take my man she'll have to fight me for him," she said with uncharacteristic aggression. Tipping the scales at 197 lbs she decided "that cow!" would think twice before fighting back. "Or how about that milking contest?" she thought. Jan placed her thumb an inch back above her nipple and tightened her fingers around her huge dark areola and squeezed her swollen milk sinuses, pushing her fingers back into the meat of her breast. A satisfying spray of milk erupted and squirted about three feet onto the carpet. "Well I've got plenty to spare!" She laughed quietly at the thought. Jan had never milked another woman before; "But if it came to it, this is how I'll humiliate 'Daisy Moo," she said to herself. "I'll show her who's the best milker!" She sat down on the edge of the bed. "And the better woman!" The door she'd left ajar swung open. "Mommy!" 22 month old John wailed as he ran flat footed into the room, climbed onto Jan and grabbed a huge breast for a 'snack'. "Right on cue!" she murmured and wondered how children instinctively knew it was time. Jan's nipples had grown quite tough from all this demand. Her milk had started flowing with the first child over 15 years ago and had never stopped, but her boobs just kept getting bigger. The weight caused her serious problems, but at least the earlier sensitivity associated with her previous children was no longer there. She settled down and began to think:

'It was six months ago since Jed first brought Margaret over to show her off. Though well stacked she was quiet and demure then.' But after a while, on Margaret's insistence, they came to visit on a regular basis for dinner and for drinking sessions, during which she got far too friendly with Howard. She had changed and seemed to be trying to take over from Jan. Even ingratiating herself to Jan's children! "Who does she think she is? The neighborhood Matriarch?" Then there was that night the men bragged about their women's breasts. "How sordid," she thought. Jan absent-mindedly twisted her two year old son on her lap into a more comfortable position and removed his hand from tweaking her other breast. John was getting pretty heavy for his age, but he was not fat. "He's going to be a big man" she mused. Her thoughts returned to her crumbling marriage and life. "It was all that bitch's fault!" she bitterly thought. "And now the evidence was that Daisy was having a secret affair with Howard. Although he was probably as much to blame, if not more. He was under tremendous stress as his profits evaporated and they were more than ?200,000 in debt to the bank. If only she could catch them she'd give Daisy a beating she'd never forget. Hmm. Maybe not. She's a big, strong woman." Jan woke from her reverie as young John pulled away from her after taking his fill. He jumped onto the floor and pattered away, along the landing, then down the stairs to play with his brothers and their friends. She wiped both breasts with a tissue then, picking up her double hammock-like bra she stood up and struggled into it. She hadn't been able to afford to buy a new nursing bra for ages (it was very difficult to get outsize bras 'off the peg' anyway), or any new clothes for that matter. Money had been so tight. She had no summer dress which fitted. She had a little money put by, so she decided she'd go into town and buy one.

The summer wore on. August had been hotter than July. It was so hot that the women began leaving their tops off, keeping cool in just white bras and long summer skirts. Howard was becoming very difficult. He had had to start shooting his cattle as he could not afford to keep them over winter. The bottom had fallen out of the market and they were virtually worthless and unsaleable, and the unpaid bills were mounting up. This nightmare scenario depressed both Howard and Jan. They argued and bickered. Howard held Jan responsible as she was employed on the paperwork side of the business. On the neighboring farm, Jed and Margaret, aka Daisy Moo were going through similar traumas. Daisy came to visit more frequently without Jed, but with all the children at home for six weeks over the summer school break, these days the two women just fell to arguing. She felt bad about arguing in front of the children. She also disapproved of Daisy breast feeding her own 12 month old in front of them, and her 22 month old brat on demand. "Well it's perfectly natural!" she'd argued. More seriously, Jan didn't like the way Daisy seemed to try to possess Howard. She ensured that Howard was there when she breast fed her children, unclipping her front-fastening nursing bra allowing both milk heavy breasts complete freedom. Jan was annoyed at the way Howard ogled her. Jan was pleased when young John would come running to her for a 'feed'. Whereas before she was modest, in competition with Daisy she now removed her bra altogether and sat at the other end of the sofa. in rivalry with Daisy. Even Paul decided to stay in and watch this matriarchal rivalry, admiring the lines of their firm breasts. He sensed they resented each other and hoped they would end up in a catfight and he'd see their huge breasts flying around.

Paul almost got his wish. Jan finally flipped when John had been stood coyly regarding 'aunty' Daisy and approached her instead of his mother. What infuriated her more was that when her back was turned when she had to go to the bathroom, she returned to find John on Daisy's knee and one of her engorged tits in his mouth! Jan was outraged and a blazing row ensued in which Jan threw Daisy out. However, the two women argued ferociously in the yard, screaming and shouting at each other (hoping they were out of earshot of the children), and getting as far as pushing each other, and slapping one another's face, much to the delight of the older children, until the younger children's fearful crying stopped them. Daisy hurriedly collected her children and drove away like a hellcat. August wore on into a surprisingly hot September, then Daisy began coming to the house when Jan was out and left cryptic notes for Howard. Jan angrily crumpled them up and threw them away. Then she began telephoning at all hours of the day and night leaving threatening messages and Jan had to leave the phone off the hook.

Before that, Daisy had left a telephone message intimating that she wanted to fight her: "So....are you interested in this tit squeezing contest that Jed proposed?" Daisy had said. "In front of Howard?" the message continued ominously. Jan's adrenaline leapt into action and she surprised herself by her own answer: 'My only wish as far as that whore is concerned is to wrap my hands around her tits and squeeze 'till she squeals like a pig!' she thought. Then shuddered at the thought and deleted the message. She found she was shaking. Her seven children, though especially John, kept asking when aunty Daisy was coming back. Jan had had enough of this line of questioning one day and firmly told them that "aunty Daisy was just like one of Jed's cows" and that "mommy would milk her dry one of these days and she'd never come back!" Amelia giggled at this, Paul, her eldest, had a schoolboy crush on Daisy and became sullen, but John cried inconsolably and Jan decided she would have to stop her from coming to the farmhouse and disrupting their lives. She'd discovered that Daisy's younger sister had moved in with them, allowing Daisy more time for her unhealthy obsession. Jan noticed that Daisy waited in her car on a track by the public road, half hidden by the deep shade of the trees, to see when she went out, which she had to do as she had a vital part-time afternoon secretarial job in town. "It was getting like that film" she'd seen - "The Baby sitter!"

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At last the summer holidays were over for the kids and Jan's temporary job came to an end. After taking the six school-age children to school she finally found the time to drive to the big town 22 miles away with young John to buy her dress, and a much needed new nursing bra. She also decided to treat herself to a fresh soft perm so that her mid back length brunette hair tumbled around her in luxurious waves and curls. Then she did some 'top up' food shopping and bought a few other things that everyone needed; clothes and shoes for the children and things they needed for school. Howard would say they can't afford luxuries - "but what the hell", she thought. She intimated that she could be almost all day in town and didn't want to leave John with Howard. She wanted to be sure the buxom 'Daisy Moo' "the human cow" didn't turn up and stick her big fat tit in his face again. The 'Indian Summer' had really got going and the hot afternoon sun beat down mercilessly through the open window of Jan's car as she turned onto the dusty drive up to the farmhouse. "I'd better get the shopping into the house before it spoils" she thought to herself as she rounded the corner past the front field and into the open courtyard.

Howard's tractor was parked there. "Strange. He said he had to spray the potatoes," she muttered to herself. Jan got out of the car and stepped into the brilliant sunshine. She smoothed her one and only summer dress, now stained from her leaking breasts because she had been unable to breastfeed John at the usual time. What set off the 'letdown response' was the small baby crying in the supermarket. She had been standing by the counter and placing her shopping on it while waiting in line. Then, to make matters worse, John began tugging on her dress and she knew what he wanted. "Not now John" she said and just as the thought of feeding him entered her mind the let down reflex came in and down came the milk- not just wetting her new floral dress but squirting through it, pooling onto the counter a few inches away. The young cashier had no idea that it was Jan leaking and began to inspect the carton of milk in her hand until she saw Jan's wet front and jokingly asked why she would buy a store brand when she could obviously make her own. Jan laughed it off and mortified, hurried back to her car with John in tow, protesting and crying. She noticed she had leaked through both breast pads and her dark floral dress was soaked.

Jan carried a tired John into the house, which was tricky as his weight against her breasts made them leak more, and settled him in front of his favorite TV cartoon in the lounge. She had half-expected Daisy to be there, fawning and pawing around Howard again and outstaying her welcome when Jan arrived, like last time. But there was no-one there. She caught a scent in the air. "But that bitch has been here!" she muttered. Daisy's floral blouse peeked out from behind a cushion on the sofa. And her outsize nursing bra behind it. "What's that doing there?" Puzzled she went to the window and spotted something that made her blood run cold. There was her Range Rover, Howard's tractor and sure enough, hidden from outside view on the other side was Daisy's battered, blue Volvo. "Oh fuck!" she swore. "I hope I'm wrong!" She felt herself flush hot with anger as she angrily snatched up Daisy's blouse and bra. She seethed as she thought of Daisy's enormous breasts all over her husband upstairs. But she had to collect herself and her thoughts. "I'd better get the shopping in first. Don't want it to spoil.". She carried as many shopping bags as she could into the cool kitchen, mopped her perspiring face with a towel, then looked in on John in the lounge. She undid her belt as the sweat cascaded down her body. "Are you okay for a while?" she gently asked her boy. "Mommy!" he said, holding out both arms to be picked up. She knew what he wanted and felt hear breasts tingle and ache in anticipation. "Not now my love" she gently said. "Mommy's got to see aunty Daisy."

She could feel that her breasts were overfull and leaking. John missed out on his midmorning 'snack' and now she was paying for it. "Oh God. Not now!" she thought as the irresistible 'letdown' began again. She looked down to find that both breasts were practically pouring now that she wasn't wearing breast pads. Her areolas swelled to peaks and her stretched nipples stuck out like mobile phone aerials. Her breasts ached almost painfully. People had been staring at her in the shops. She reluctantly left John and crept silently up the stairs towards the marital bedroom and her heart pounded as though it would break free. Her stomach turned somersaults when she came across Daisy's pale yellow skirt on the landing beside the closed bedroom door. "What am I to do?" she thought. "I don't want to lose Howard! She listened at the door as the bed began to creak rhythmically, getting faster and faster. Low lascivious voices reached her ear. "I don't want to share him either!" she growled just as Daisy began to moan coming towards climax. Just as Daisy shrieked her climactic scream Jan burst through the door. "What the FUCK are you doing in MY bed. Bitch?" Daisy straddled Howard, leaning over him, her firm body covered in sweat still convulsing. She pushed herself up on extended arms her breasts shining like two huge wet basket balls, her thick, dark nipples sticking out like battleship rivets from her swollen, firm, milk heavy breasts hanging over Howard and gently swinging back and forth when she stopped moving, spattering droplets of her milk onto Howard. "God. Her filthy tits had spurted during her climax" she thought with distaste.

Daisy sat back and tossed the thick curls of her brunette hair back. "What does it look like you fat bimbo?" she angrily grated at Jan. Daisy had the audacity to sit there on Howard with his dick still inside her. Jan shook with cold rage as Daisy dismounted and stood audaciously facing Jan, the white sperm still matted her pubic hair and dripped onto the carpet. "It's not what you think dear" Howard began. "Don't 'dear' me you fucking dickhead!" Jan barked back. "Give me a chance" Howard implored, sitting on the edge of the bed. "So which one of us is the better woman?" she said caustically. "How about the best milker as Jed suggested?" Daisy chipped in. "Oh Howard's sampled both of us. This isn't the first time" she cruelly continued. "We'll see. Won't we?" Jan said in a matter of fact voice unfastening her summer dress and letting it drop to the floor. "What do you mean dear?" Howard asked struggling into his underpants. "That contest you wanted to see" Jan began. "Whose the best milker and all that?" she said unfastening the front clasp of her (now wet) new nursing bra. The two sides snapped back to her armpits and her huge breasts bounced and tumbled out.

Daisy stood with her hands on her hips looking critically at Jan. "Well your dream's about to come true!" Jan finished dramatically then kicked her thong across the room after slipping it down her legs. Howard picked up the rest of his clothes. "Now ladies. Lets talk about this." He began. "Fuck off Howard!" Jan said staring at Daisy face to face. "Yes. Fuck off Howard". Daisy reiterated. "Your fat bitch has had this coming for months!" she added venomously. "Watch who your calling a fat bitch!" Jan snapped angrily. "I'm going to wring your cow udders out!" Jan had no idea how a titfight should proceed, neither had Daisy. No one in the room had ever seen one before. Jan thought she would try to intimidate Daisy first and slid her wide spread hands under her heavy boobs and lifted them. They completely swamped her forearms. To her surprise, though filled with trepidation (she had not had a physical fight since she was young, free and single) her nipples were utterly erect and her areolas had swelled with 'pebbles' which oozed clear oil and her breasts felt tight. Instinct told her she was ready to fight. She felt very primeval as she watched Daisy run her hands around her boobs for hers and Howard's benefit. Daisy lifted her huge firm breasts in similar fashion to Jan, her huge dark areola's completely covering the front of her breasts and rising to firm peaks topped with thick, dark red nipples, the areolas so pebbly, lumpy and oily they seemed somehow intimidating to Jan. "Christ!" she thought. "This is going to hurt!" But she knew that her own were at least four inches across and her nipples quite firm. It was the weight of their breasts which would win this fight. Strangely, this seemed perfectly natural to the women. This was about sex, children, lust and dominance; so were their oversize breasts. "What sort of rules are there?" Howard interjected. "It's pretty obvious you cheating rat!" Jan snapped. "We're going to milk each other. The one who runs dry first is the loser!" she finished.

"Come on then you fat cow! My boobies are going to milk yours dry!" Daisy smirked, amorously sliding her widespread hands over the surface of her firm breasts for the last time before lifting them and bouncing them on her hands, the strain in her voice betraying the fact she was barely containing her temper. "Good! I could do with some relief!" Jan said facetiously. "My God! These are heavy!" she gasped as she readjusted her grip. She knew her own enormous breasts weighed between 7 to 9lbs each because she and Howard had weighed them, and they felt like it as she juggled each in turn up and down. How she had hated them as they cramped and ruined her life. But that was before she had children and discovered their proper use. She kind of liked them now, although their weight risked pulling her over forwards, and made sure her shoulders and back were frequently in agony. They got in the way and she was clumsy because of them - she hadn't seen her own feet or the floor immediately in front of her for years. This often resulted in her tripping over things. "My boobs are heavier and tougher than yours you fucking whore!" she said vehemently. "Oh. How do you work that out?" Daisy said contemptuously. "Huh! After they've been mauled, squeezed, scratched, sucked and bitten by seven children, had swollen nipples, sore nipples, engorgement, and milk blisters this ain't gonna bother them!" ... 'Men were not much better to them either' she thought ruefully. "Maybe not!" Daisy said. "But my firm tits 'll milk your flabby udders dry!" Daisy considered that hers had been through a lot too. This was just another use for them as far as she was concerned. Jan considered that her breasts were probably more resilient than her rival's after all Daisy had fed only three children, they hadn't had the toughening up her own had had.

Jan had not considered that Daisy was younger and probably fitter. The fleeting thought that Daisy's breasts must be at least as heavy crossed her mind, then she dismissed it. Despite the size of their breasts, they were very firm owing to the fact of the firm mass of milk filled glands and they perched quite pertly upon their ribs and hung almost to their waists, curving away completing the full rounded shape of them. The two Reubenesque women held their over-size breasts out and tentatively closed in on each other until their breasts almost touched, each looking for an advantage. The adrenaline surged through them and their excitement brought on another spontaneous 'letdown' of milk for both of them and the spray soaked each other's breasts as their nipples touched. Both women gasped as what seemed like an electric shock ran through them. Manipulating her bulging boobs Jan tentatively flicked Daisy's nipples with her own. Daisy came back with a swipe across Jan's, making them sting. Jan swung across Daisy's, leaning into her so that her hard nipples dragged slowly across her shining areolas and bending her nipples. Both women groaned long and hard as their nipples spurted the liquid several feet across the room. Daisy returned the attack, only this time pushing her nipples deep into Jan's areolas. This attack caused all four sets of swollen milk sinuses to release. Jan rammed her thick, distended nipples into Daisy's head on.

Daisy grunted piteously as her nipples began to squash and bend under the weight, but she fought back bouncing her hand held boobs off Jan's forcing her to stagger backwards two steps. "Bitch!" Daisy spat and as her nipples hardened again she lined them up with Jan's and pushed them in. "Aaaaahhhh!" Jan groaned as she felt her nipples forced backwards into her turgid milk sinuses. Enjoying this, Daisy piled on the pressure and Jan began to back away, but to no avail as Daisy squashed her boobs ever harder against Jan's. Jan tried to push back but this hurt all the more. Daisy pulled her hands out from under her boobs and slapped them behind Jan's back and began to crush her. Jan howled in pain as her own hands nipped and dug into her own flesh. She tore her hands out and wrapped her arms around Daisy's back and holding her tight she began to grind her squashed breasts against Daisy's. Daisy gasped and her eyes rolled, then she ground back. The women felt wetness pouring down between them and Jan felt her nipples hardening up again and battling to depress Daisy's. Neither of them could breath as the massive breast flesh bulging up between them constricted their chests. Both women let out an involuntary "EEEEEEGGGHHH!!!" from between gritted teeth. Purple in the face, both women began pulling back then slamming their breasts into each other's with loud wet "SPLAT!" after "SPLAT!" grunting loudly on each slam. Jan modified this by adding a twist of her shoulders after each slam dragging Daisy's protesting tits across her chest with her. Daisy tried the same, which resulted in their boobs 'wrestling' together. Their turgid nipples and areolas stung from their battle and the women let go of each other and stepped backwards.

Heaving for breath Daisy lifted her boobs to massage them. "Beat you there!" she gasped. "Rubbish!" Jan said rubbing her own huge boobs. "The loser is the one who runs dry first" she reminded her. Daisy dropped her 'basket ball' boobs which bounced and swung as she slid her hands onto her hips, then deeply inflated her magnificent chest, pulling in her abdomen. "Ok. A fight to the finish it is," Daisy said. "I hope you've packed. You'll be leaving after I've emptied those fat bags!" she threatened. Jan dropped her own breasts, which similarly bounced and wobbled like firm jellies as they settled. "I don't think so bitch!" Jan said gripping an areola and squeezed it, sending a spurt at Daisy which hit her in the eye. Then placing her hands on her hips, pushed her chest out. "It's not over yet; Bitch!" Jan snapped. The two women's breasts looked bigger than ever as they regarded each other with hostility. "Yeah" Daisy drawled as she wiped her eye with a finger. "It's only over when yours are as flat as pancakes!" she said, her voice rising. Jan responded with an ironic "Hah!" They came breast to breast and without a word, the two women, breathing heavily, began slowly twisting from side to side, their feet spread wide for balance. Jan twisted at the hip, and, her knee joints complaining, and swinging her heavy breasts punched her left tit smack into Daisy's right as she swung at Jan. Daisy's heavy left boob then smacked audibly into the inside of Jan's left breast, which wobbled from the blow as her right breast was similarly smacked. Daisy's hard nipple dragged across her sensitive mammary eliciting a groan and a spurt of milk from both women, swiftly followed up by Daisy's right breast slamming into the inside of it. Jan began twisting her shoulders more vehemently as Daisy increased the force of her attack and their breasts smacked loudly across each other a half-dozen times, their areolas crumpling under the pounding and their nipples bending and flicking, sending further spurts of milk spattering.

The fight got faster and harder and the women knocked each other backwards a step or two, then came back with a harder slam. Their loud grunting filled the room as each breast pounded into its opposite and momentarily squashed as their shoulders twisted violently. Breaking the rhythm, Jan smacked her left breast full on into Daisy's right with a wet "SMACK!" knocking her backwards a step. Daisy groaned loudly as her breast and rigid nipple stung. She threw herself at Jan and these two breasts met with a "WHAP!" Both women now targeted these breasts, smacking them harder and harder together another four or five times, leaning into each other on the fifth slam, - the pressure on the milk sacs causing them to spurt while the opposite pair of breasts smacked hard into each other on the return swings. Both women's nipples and milk engorged areolas seemed to grow from the stimulation. The battle became much more violent as breasts punched and slapped each other as the women twisted their shoulders faster. Jan aimed blow after blow at Daisy's 'udders' at close quarters. Daisy twisted hers at Jan's. A full 14 to 18 lbs of sweaty breasts slammed into each other with wet "THUD!" after "THUD!" .."SPLAT!" - "SLAP!" - "SPLOT!" making them sting, then dragged them across each other's, pulling and twisting them out of shape, the women groaning fiercely as their nipples and areolas burned. Their shoulders twisted as their breasts wrestled each other contorting them out of shape. Their breasts seemed to mesh as they were momentarily trapped between their cleavages and thudded into each other as the women twisted at the hip, their erect nipples dragging across the flesh, both women letting out an involuntary "Aaaaahhhh!!" as they did so.

Their oily, blood engorged areolas swelled and puckered up into mounds, and their over stimulated nipples were now huge, their areola/nipple mounds becoming painfully sensitive as the milk sinuses took the punishment; so each targeted the other's areolas and nipples, concentrating on stabbing, flicking, raking and jousting, bending one another's nipples in all directions, gouging into the areolas to compress their milk sacs. More "Aaaahhhh"s and wracking groans followed. The women grew horny at this incredible stimulation and apart from their nipples swelling in response they each felt their clitoris and vagina swell, ovum fluid leaking in increasing amounts adding to the pungent stench of fighting women. Jan swung the full weight of her 16 inch long boobs with all the strength in her back and legs at Daisy's mere fourteen inchers, with a loud wet "SLAP!" followed instantly by another as first one pair of heavy breasts thudded into each other, then the other pair causing their nipples to spurt more milk as their areolas squashed together until they were covered in the stuff. The women staggered back and forth a step or two as their breasts flew freely through the air - distorting each other as the weight of each breast crashed into one another, crumpling, denting and contorting as they were battered, wobbling and bouncing from the shocks as they resumed their shape, then another combined 14 -18 lbs of breasts thudded into their opposites. Their hard nipples took a lot of punishment as they were bent, twisted and squashed. Again, they flicked back into shape. Droplets of sweat and squirts of milk spattered in all directions and the women blinked as liquid hit them in the eyes.

Jan suddenly took a step back out of turn opening a gap up between them and she used this to advantage by ramming both breasts head on into Daisy's. Their breasts crumpled up as all four squashed together and Daisy let out a long groan as Jan's hard nipples gouged into the pert areolas. Both women groaned in unison as Daisy pushed back and their breasts seemed to swallow each other. Jan looked down and it looked to her as though her 'L' cuppers' dominated Daisy's 'J' cuppers'. Neither woman could breath with the pressure of the mountain of flesh between them and both women pulled back. Daisy almost ran the two yards which had opened up to ram her tits into Jan's. Jan met them head on and "Ohhh fuck!" Daisy grunted as her breasts spurted. Jan felt her areola's 'buzz' painfully as though an electric current ran through them as they were crushed, then her bloated maternal nipples splayed out sideways. "Oowww!" she moaned as the firm breasts squeezed outwards. She felt her milk sacs 'pop' deep in the flesh as they squashed. A squirt of milk erupted from each nipple and some of the spray trickled down the smooth surface of her breasts. Jan desperately wanted to give in, but the stakes were too high. "No!" she thought. "My life will be ruined if this bitch wins!" Jan's eyes watered as her huge tits were crushed.

She ignored the pain and pushed back against Daisy's 195 lbs body weight with her slightly superior 198 lbs, using her powerful legs to push. Jan was confident her 38 'L cup' breasts would settle the matter as Daisy's alarmingly 'pert' 40 'J cup' breasts dug deeply into Jan's, squeezing the heavily veined flesh of both women out in all directions. "Ohhh shiiitt!" Daisy groaned as she began to slide backwards with the rug she was standing on. Milk squirted out between them in prodigious volume and the pressure of this press made their eyes water and both women became aware of a copious amount of fluid leaking out between their meaty tits and running down their sweaty abdomens. Jan didn't count on Daisy's inordinate strength and determination however as she began to grunt loudly with every painful push. Jan grunted in time with Daisy as she pounded and rammed her aching and burning tits, crushing her areolas and swollen milk sacks back deep into the meat of her breasts and driving her inexorably backwards. Milk dribbled down her soaked body and mixed with the sour smell of the women's hot, wet pussies. Jan thought of the sight of Daisy's dripping with her husband's sperm and anger flooded through her body. As Daisy thumped her boobs head on into Jan's for the 'umpteenth' time, Jan twisted at the hip and dragged her boobs across Daisy's, pulling them part of the way with her.

Daisy groaned a heart-felt groan as her breasts felt as though they were tearing from her chest. Jan's boobs bounced back into position and Daisy angrily smacked back knocking Jan's boobs flying. "YEEEOOOWWWW!" Jan screamed and delivered a devastating full weight blow. The searing "SMACKKK!!" tore Daisy's boobs all the way across her chest and before she could recover, Jan delivered another heavy, eye watering "SMACK!" from the other side letting out an ear splitting "UGGHH!" and belted it flying around Daisy's own side ribs to slap against her right upper arm. Daisy winced. "Tits not as tough as you thought, bitch?" Jan snarled. Her adrenaline rising. "Tougher than yours, you fat cow!" Daisy shouted almost hysterically as she twisted from her left swinging her boobs at Jan's and thudding their full weight into Jan's right breast crashing it into its mate. Jan pouted in concentration and swung back from her left only to meet Daisy's boobs flying through the air to crash into hers. Daisy's right and Jan's left boob smacked with a "SLAP!", then the opposite pair with an equally loud "SLAP!" crushing each others nipples momentarily into their breasts. The women continued violently twisting their shoulders from side to side, their breasts punching and pounding each one's opposite number for around 60 or 70 smacks. Jan changed tactics and paused so that right breast now pounded into right breast and left into left. She instinctively slipped her hands behind her back so she could get a wider swing. Daisy saw - and felt - the effectiveness of this and copied. They fought with renewed vigour and determination, their breasts flying through the air, their nipples ripping across one another's as they fought making them sting.

Daisy looked down, light-headed at the incredible sight of their massive boobs fighting it out between them, swiping, punching and wrestling, pouring with sweat as well as soaked in each other's milk. Jan watched them rippling like plates of jelly from the shocks of the heavy blows and almost mesmerised, fell into a rhythm of slow grinding. Their hard nipples gouged into and dragged across the flesh forcing shuddering groans from the exhausted women, until Daisy, with a shout, swept her breasts sideways ripping Jan's across her chest. Jan almost overbalanced forwards, the weight of her breasts pulling her as they swung violently. Her arms flailing Jan fought to recover her balance and, grabbing Daisy's shoulders she rammed her breasts with an eye watering "SMACK!" as Daisy's met hers on a wide, full hit. Jan grunted as they stung and in the same instant Daisy made a grab for Jan's shoulders. Their arms flailed as they fought for advantage and amidst slapping sounds grabbed for each other as they battered, punched, slapped and knocked each other's arms aside, all the time twisting lustily, their breasts wrestling together hard. Finally they each dropped their right arm over each other's left shoulder and their left hand on each other's waist. They leant into one another, each woman's breasts rolling together to create deep cleavages. Held like this, the women continued the battle, twisting their shoulders and battering each other's breasts with eye watering slaps.

Howard sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, his enormous erection almost ripping the seams of his underpants. He didn't know if the spatters of liquid he was spattered with were sweat or milk, but the women were certainly true to their promise - to 'knock the milk out of each other's tits' as opaque droplets showered them both and clung to their skin. He lost count of the number of devastating hits at almost a hundred, but he began to enjoy this as the women degenerated into abuse and insults. He'd never heard such filthy language, not even from rough hill farmers at the Mart. "Jed will be sick as a parrot when he finds out he missed this!" he thought. Then decided not to tell him. He'd have to tell him he'd fucked Daisy. The truth was, he admired both women. He shuddered as his rigid shaft heaved and spurted for the fourth time during this fight. He grunted like a stud Bull as his body wracked with orgasm and both women noticed the wet patch surrounding Howard's erection and the creamy white ooze running down his thighs. Each women, now distinctly 'on heat' as the throbbing between their thighs became insatiable, decided she was going to win this for Howard. Despite being desperately out of breath and exhausted with the effort, this was enough to spur them on.

Now the fight intensified. Still holding onto one another they began ramming their breasts together with loud squelching smacks. All four breasts met with a "SPLAT!" followed by "SQUELCH!" then "SPLOT!" Both women rammed back colliding breasts with terrible ferocity grunting loudly with each slam. "SQUELCH!" they went as they crushed each other head on, eliciting full sprays of milk from each breast. And again, and again, splatting and squelching as they tried to empty each other's milk sacs, each slam accompanied by loud grunts and moans. Daisy finally pulled Jan in tight as she rammed her breasts again. Breast pressed into breast but in their milk filled firmness they resisted each other. Long, pained groans came from the women as they each pushed. Jan's right nipple bulged out sideways from the mass of crushed flesh and sprayed across the floor, while her left nipple pointed at the ceiling. Daisy's engorged left nipple squeezed out from her side, while the other pointed towards the floor. Their breasts appeared to almost swallow each other. Daisy thought hers were firmer. They kept their integrity where Jan's were crushed out of shape. Jan thought hers were firmer as she was aware of Daisy's being crushed to pulp.

Neither woman could now breath as the incredible compression crushed their lungs. The women continued to wrestle for the best grip and Jan slipped her arms over Daisy's shoulders and began to crush her enemy. Daisy slipped her arms around Jan's broad back as best she could with a slap and began to crush her with all her arm strength. Picking the psychological moment, Jan pulled back and slammed her 'L' cuppers into Daisy's 'J' cups. Both women gasped for breath. Now another round of slamming ensued and both women let out pained groans. Their breasts throbbing from this treatment the women began Bear-hugging until their breasts were completely squashed, the hard mass of glands and thick breast tissue pressed inwards against their own ribs as they increased the pressure making it impossible to breath. Breast flesh oozed out in all directions. "It would be so easy to crush this bitch to death" Jan thought. "We'll just see who passes out or asphyxiates first!" she thought, grimacing as they both increased the pressure of their bear hug. They stumbled blindly about groaning in agony and growing dizzy. Daisy was seeing spots before her eyes and felt her ears popping, but she was aware of losing milk at a precipitous rate., then the backs of her knees caught against the edge of the bed. Both women lost their balance and both fell onto the bed. Howard jumped out of the way just in time.

Their bear hug broke apart with Jan on top and Daisy rolled back and forth on the semen soaked sheets to try to escape her enemy as they grappled each other's hands. Jan managed to force Daisy's hands to the bed either side of her head and her huge breasts swung above her. Daisy's eyes glared up at Jan with hatred. Jan just flipped. "You fucking whore! How dare you screw with my husband!" she shouted. "On MY bed!" she shrieked. Daisy arched her back to buck, but Jan stopped her plans by slamming her breasts against Daisy's. She felt her cunt smack against Daisy's as her ample ass bounced up then slammed down on her. Daisy grunted. "He didn't take much seducing!" she snarled through gritted teeth. "He wanted a REAL woman for a change!" Jan angrily slammed her crotch against Daisy's again. Daisy grunted as the pain shot through her insides. She tried to arch her back but it was hopeless as Jan pinned Daisy down with her body weight. Jan's crotch was also burning from her two deliberate slams, but she tried to ignore it. Unwisely, Daisy continued to goad her and Jan began pushing herself back as though doing a press-up, then smacked her huge breasts against Daisy's as she bent her elbows over and over. This knocked the air out of Daisy but her breasts had flopped out to her sides out of harm's way. Jan looked at Daisy's snarling face and dragged herself up until her breasts hung over it. She had done this a hundred times with Howard - a 'play boxing'. Great as foreplay. Now she used it for real. She twisted her torso and shoulders left, then right as hard as she could, slapping and punching Daisy's face with her heavy breasts; until Daisy, snapping at Jan's breasts, managed to catch a mouthful of flesh between her teeth and began chewing on it like a dog. Jan bellowed and brutally placed one hand, then the other on Daisy's breasts and crushed them into the bed.

Daisy hissed in pain and her freed hands shot up to Jan's tits clamping her clawed hands over the huge orbs, her fingers sinking deeply into the flesh, twisting and contorting them. Jan grunted fiercely at this attack and bounced her hands on Daisy's tits. To defend herself, Daisy pushed her hands deep into Jan's breasts crushing them against her ribcage, then pushed her arms out to full length. Jan's hands were lifted from Daisy's abused breasts, and astride Daisy now, she tumbled over to her left, helped by Daisy's knee between her legs. Rolling on their sides they began pinching and twisting one another's nipples and areolas. Jan shrieked in pain and leant away from Daisy stretching her nipples out straight. Daisy reciprocated and pulled Jan's breasts out to their full length by her nipples. Their legs entwined and fought their own battle as they wrestled together. Their nipples grew pale as they stretched, but the women yanked on them as though trying to tear them off. Both women screamed as their flesh was stretched to incredible lengths. A long streak of blood appeared on the sheets as the bite to Jan's right breast bled. Then they suddenly let go as they reached the limit of their pain and immediately exploded into violent action, grabbing anything and everything that they could. Daisy grabbed a handful of Jan's right tit and a handful of hair and began shaking her around. Jan grabbed Daisy's meaty leg behind the knee and pulled it towards her with one hand and tortured her tit in the other, twisting and mangling it, making certain to dig her short nails in.

They tumbled and rolled around for a couple of minutes as they brawled, almost falling off the king-size bed, until Jan shifted her hand to Daisy's vagina and clutched it like a peach, squeezing it and nipping the folds of skin. Daisy screamed and the two hellcats tore and hurled each other all over the bed yet more violently. Jan screamed as Daisy ripped chunks of hair from her scalp and her nails bit into her tit. Jan finally pulled her hand away from between Daisy's legs, scratching the sensitive skin and tearing out a handful of pubic hair as she did so. Daisy shrieked and finally the women rolled away from each other. They regarded each other with cold hostility like two wild animals as they got to their knees. In a flash they hurled themselves at one another with a wild scream like two wild cats, wrenching each other back and forth by their hair and reddened breasts. Howard stood back from the thick scented air and watched this desperate battle in amazement as the bed bounced and creaked while the women wrestled. Jan finally managed to sit astride the wriggling Daisy pushing her knees into the bed and forced Daisy's now whirling arms along her sides where she trapped them with her legs. She then grabbed both of Daisy's areolas in her fists and squeezed them hard, twisting, pulling and kneading the pliable flesh like pasta dough until they spurted like a cows udders. "Your kids are going hungry tonight. Bitch!" Jan growled, pulling Daisy's ravaged, scratched breasts up and down on her chest alternately, squeezing and milking them at the same time.

Daisy swore bitterly and thrashed her legs on the bed, kneeing Jan's broad back with reverberating dull thuds and rolling from side to side to unbalance Jan's weight enough to pull her arms free. As she did, her hands immediately grasped Jan's huge, reddened breasts and set to work on her big, dark red areolas and stretched nipples. The air filled with furious shouts and screams as each exhausted woman pulled and squeezed the other's milk sacs until the thin white fluid squirted freely from each thick brown nipple. Both women were soaked in it. The sheets on the bed were soaked and also bloodstained from their gouging, scratching and biting. Daisy's struggling finally overbalanced Jan and she tumbled over onto her side. Legs and arms flew wildly as the women wrestled for control once more, wrenching each other's arms around, their huge boobs bouncing and flopping as they fought until both women came up on their knees, their hands locked above their shoulders affording a fantastic side view of their breasts for Howard. The women forced each other left then right and back and forth, their huge tits swinging from side to side until they rammed their chests together in an effort to knock the other backwards.

The noise of the slams was incredible as the hollow of their cleavages made for a louder "WHAP!" every time. Their breasts wobbled uncontrollably as they withdrew to slam again. Finally the sweat on their hands caused them to lose their grip. The two women stared with hostility at each other's hated breasts for a couple of seconds then simultaneously each reached to grasp her enemy's boobs. Both women knew how to hand express milk, they had done it to themselves often enough to relieve engorgement. Daisy had waited for this since her challenge, and now the squeeze-off was here! They lifted the heavy boobs and their fingers closed high up each other's abused areolas. Their breath rasped in their throats and their gaze fixed on one another's hated boobs as they began to squeeze and pull their closed fingers towards each turgid nipple. They had each gone beyond pain and were rewarded with squirts of milk, the white liquid soaking each opponent. Their fingers sank into the thick flesh as their fingers returned for each milking and resembled kneading very elastic dough. Jan groaned deeply as Daisy squeezed the lumpy milk sacs and stretched her heavy boobs out to their full length, her tortured nipples squirting the white liquid all over Daisy. Shouts of fury left her lips and she twisted and tore at Daisy's breasts all the more.

Howard sat on the armchair in the corner of the bedroom. "Oh God! Oh God!" he muttered, getting louder as he watched the final phase of the determined battle. He felt for both women and was dismayed at the damage they were doing to each other as he watched the runs of blood from the bite on his wife's right breast. "No! Stop", he said. "Enough. Stop!" he said getting to his feet just as Jan rammed Daisy's tits, into her chest wall pushing her nipples into the hard mass of her glands. Daisy screamed and grasped a handful of Jan's breast flesh in each clawed hand, sinking her fingers in deeply as though trying to make them meet through the flesh. Jan gurgled with pain as Daisy's nails bit and she felt her milk glands crushing and sliding under the pressure. Jan was desperate to end this brutal fight and gripping Daisy's nipples and areole's firmly in her fists, began twisting them in an effort to twist them right over. Her milk sinuses spurted their depleted contents over Jan, but both women kept up the battle, and mangled each other's boobs until the squirts of milk stopped ejaculating from Daisy's nipples. Nonetheless, she continued to squeeze and mangle both of Jan's tits as hard as she could. Jan's head was clouded as the pain ripped through her and felt a spurt erupt from a nipple, but through the haze she heard a distressed "Mommy!!!"

Jan turned her head towards the door and John stood there looking terrified. She felt Daisy's grip slacken as she crumpled and passed out on the crumpled semen, milk and blood stained sheets, her knees under her, her big ass in the air, her forehead pressed against the bed, her massive boobs splayed out on the rucked sheets. She was sobbing and gasping for breath and her back heaved up and down. Howard went to John to comfort him. "Leave him alone you sewer rat!" Jan said vehemently as she kicked her legs off the bed and got to her feet, her breasts swinging around wildly as she did so. She knelt down to John and scooped him up and began to comfort him. Howard didn't know what to do, so he went to help the semi conscious Daisy. As Daisy gradually recovered Jan took her child over to the bed and swore at the beaten Daisy. John began to sob. "Get out of my house you dried up hag!" she said unkindly as Daisy knelt upright. And to prove her point she gripped her right areola and squeezed it. A spray of milk spattered Daisy, then she bent down to John and plopped the left one into his mouth. It hurt like hell as he sucked, but despite her tits hurting badly and almost unbearably sore she wanted to prove a point.

There wasn't much time to clean up before the kids arrived home on the community school bus. While Jan tidied up Howard pulled himself together, got dressed and drove a sobbing Margaret Daisy Moo home in her car, deciding to walk back. "What a day!" she sighed as she looked at the sorry state of herself in the mirror; her tousled hair, her face beetroot red and tear stained, mottled red and blue tits covered in finger bruises and scratches, the right proudly displaying the ugly bite. Pain ripped through her sore, throbbing breasts and the already long stretch marks were pulled even longer as her discolored breasts sagged hideously like half empty sacks. John was very 'clinging' and insecure and she had to take him with her when she went to get a shower. She wondered if she should divorce Howard as the water cascaded over her sore, aching body. "No!" she thought. "I've just won a hell of a fight to keep him!" She'd "take out a court injunction against HER". It was time for another chance.

But that's another story.