MILK UDDERS, part 1 (Patreon)

Bianka Lautermilch finished milking the cows just as the sun was beginning to disappear beyond the mountains. With a bucket in each hand, the young Austrian milkmaid crossed the dairy farm, her steel-blue eyes gazing with delight at the breathtaking valley stretching eastward, kilometers and kilometers of a blanket of green, brown and yellow extending farther than her sight could reach. With the mountain breeze dancing around her surprisingly white mid-back-length hair, Bianka felt very fortunate to live in such an idyllic place in the Alps, even if she did it with the only company of her mother, their cows and her white female dog Schnee. She had no problem with that shared isolation and, when her youth demanded a bit of social activity, she only had to take the car and drive down to the small town of Brenner—as she had been doing quite often lately, as she had started hitting on the only handsome single guy her age.

Bianka poured the milk into the refrigerated container while thinking of Francesco. In a few days, there would be festivities in the town, and then she would see the guy again—and they would fuck again, like last weekend. At 21, Bianka had not made love as much as her beautiful, curvaceous looks would suggest, as she had only had sex a couple of times with a Czech tourist shortly after turning 19, and with Francesco on a few occasions in the last two months. It certainly wasn’t because her pretty face and gorgeous body didn’t get her suitors at Brenner, mainly thanks to her imposing DD-cup breasts and her eye-catching long white hair, but rather that she just didn’t connect with the opposite sex, for whatever reason. Francesco was being somewhat of an exception in this regard because, although he wasn’t particularly interesting or funny, at least Bianka was enjoying him in bed.

With a smile on her face, the white-haired girl made her way to the modest but comfortable stone house where she lived. The kitchen light was on, and already the smell of the Speckknödelsuppeher mother was preparing flooded her sense of smell. Her mouth began to water when she heard Schnee bark. The big mountain bitch was upright, alert, facing south.

“What’s the problem, doggie?” Bianka asked, approaching Schnee. Bending down to caress her pet’s back, her generous boobs almost spilling out of her white summer dress, her titflesh as milky as the rest of her pale body. The breeze gently brushed her hair as she turned her face to the south, her fleshy lips, sharp nose and steel-blue eyes standing out in the evening light. “What are you barking at?”

Raising her voluptuous youthful body on her shapely legs, Bianka saw movement at the only other dairy farm in the area, about two hundred and fifty meters. That was strange, since the previous owners had left a year and a half ago. Narrowing her eyes, she saw a jeep parked in front of the other stone house, and light in its windows.

“Who…?” Bianka started to say, but suddenly her dog bolted south, barking incessantly. “Schnee!”

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What did Schnee find? Smells like an enemy!

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