MILK UDDERS, part 20 (Patreon)

With burning resolution, the Austrian woman filled her hands again and again with sexy flesh, grabbing as much as she could and compressing with everything she had. Melania panted incessantly against Bianka’s ear, the heat of the brunette’s breath kissing her silky white hair after each boob squash, but she herself could only moan back with every double crush that Melania delivered to her set of bosoms. In spite of herself, Bianka had to admit that the Italian knew what she was doing and, like herself, was an expert in the art of milking—she always found the exact spot to pull and the precise amount of strength with which to tug. She herself however was no novice, and immediately found the best way to handle the generous amount of solid but malleable female mass that Melania brought arrogantly to the duel.

The temperature rose around the gorgeous beauties, layer after layer of sweat beading on their young bodies as the most beautiful breasts at the fair were abused for several moments. Beyond the mesh door of the tent, no one could imagine the jealous drama that was going on inside, so Bianka clenched her teeth tightly so that nothing louder than a moan would draw the attention of the outside world and break the privacy that both busty milkmaids needed, and kept wringing and pinching.

“Nice udders to squeeze, you bitch,” she grunted resentfully as she tried to gauge the actual dimensions of her foe’s boobs in her hands. “Good for a black cow like you, but not a big deal for a proper woman.”

“These are tits of a real woman you’re lucky enough to be touching, you whore,” Melania replied with rancor, and Bianka could not help but shudder as she felt the brunette’s fingers more aggressively exploring her boobs. “On the other hand, I have to resign myself to groping the udders of a white cow that does not know her place.”

“You’re groping the best tits you’ve ever had your hands on in her life, and that includes yours,” the white-haired girl purred into Melania’s ear as several more tears fell from her blue eyes.

“Not even in your wildest dreams have you ever touched tits like mine,” the Italian spat in the Austrian’s ear. “If people knew, you’d be the envy of the whole Pass.”

“They want mine, not yours.” Bianka let her fingers slide along the underside of the other chest, and Melania responded in kind right away. “My big tits are famous here for many reasons, and right now you’re feeling every single one of them.”

“Sorry to throw cold water on you, girl, but your boobies were famous because this is a small town with almost no young people, and you had no competition,” Melania said with contempt. “But now that I’m here, it only took me a moment this morning to get everyone at Brennero talking about mine instead of yours.”

Bianka was no fool, and she knew that being a novelty in the Brenner Pass could work in Melania’s favor. When she was walking around the fair with Francesco earlier, she had even overheard a couple of comments about a southern beauty with incredible boobs, and she hadn’t doubted who they were referring to. Melania was already infecting the local men and women with her alluring presence, her plump bosoms arousing passions and envy in equal measure, so Bianka knew she had to do something to avoid losing her status as the top woman in town—and that started with proving to the threat herself who was better endowed.

“Everyone is still talking about mine.” Arching her back slightly to bring more weight from her firm breasts into Melania’s hands, Bianka pushed her mouth a little further into her rival’s silky dark hair. A small movement from Melania’s head threw a couple of the brunette’s tears over her fleshy lips, and the taste of salt and suffering somehow forced her crotch to pulse briefly. Bianka’s next words were a murmur charged with arrogance and defiance: “You know why? Because if you get the chance to choose, go for the one with the biggest boobs.”

“That would be me, white cow.” Melania’s soft voice rang in Bianka’s ear with some extra resentment, and the Austrian milkmaid noticed how the brunette immediately pushed more of her substantial breasts against her fingers. “I’m bustier than you, just feel me.”

“You feel me, you black cow,” Bianka countered. “I’m the alpha female here, and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Oh, there’s so muchI can do,” Melania hissed. “Starting with milking you once and for all.”

“I’m the one who’s going to milk you right now,” the white-haired beauty defied.

Having to close her eyes to wipe away her eyes of tears, Bianka decided to go all out, even knowing the consequences. Her fingers roughly grasped Melania’s nipples, but the surprise assault didn’t work as expected, as Melania caught her nipples at the same time, the same dirty idea coming to the minds of both busty milkmaids at once. For the first time, they both screamed, but the howl was muffled against the other hair and, Bianka hoped, by the noise of the fair outside. The Austrian woman couldn’t even really feel how long and plump her nemesis’ nipples really were, for as soon as Melania pinched her erect rods, everything went off the rails. A sudden feeling of weird fullness pounded in her large boobs, just before a prickling tingle flooded her nipples. Then, explosive spurts of milk were ejected from the tips of her hard sexual shafts, and Bianka felt a pulsating echo responding in her crotch. She had to push Melania away from her with a short, agonizing cry.

The cows in the tent moved agitatedly, some mooing, as the two petite beauties separated. Bianka couldn’t believe what had just happened, so she had to look down to see her sweaty, tight-fitting white T-shirt stained with milk where her plump nipples were poking. It had been just a couple of short milk squirts, a couple of seconds of liquid weakness, but it had been enough: she had been milked a secondtime, with Melania getting more than a few drops out of her now. Tears continued to flow from her eyes as a lump in her throat prevented her from speaking. Bianka didn’t want to admit to her bitter enemy anything, and only wished the earth would swallow her up right there and now. After having bragged so much about being the best milkmaid, she had just lost the most important fight of her life in the most humiliating way possible.

Bianka bit her lower lip, waiting for Melania’s haughty words like punches to her belly, but nothing came. Surprised, she plucked up the courage to look up at the other young beauty, and found a defeated woman, lost in her own dark thoughts, her eyes filled with tears and her black T-shirt stained with…milk. The Austrian’s eyes widened and, in front of her, Melania’s face took on the same stupefaction a couple of seconds later.

“You…?” the brunette said in a broken voice. “Did I…?”

“I have…” the white-haired girl hesitated. “Have you…?”

Bianka took a moment to sort out her thoughts, her incredulous gaze moving between the spots around her dark-haired foe’s cotton-clad nipples and her own wet erections. It was then that, out of nowhere, her brain retrieved for her what her hands had felt as the overwhelmed explosion in her breasts collapsed her body. At her fingertips, the Austrian could almost sense the intense throbbing of Melania’s hard nipples again, and how they had suddenly, sharply burned. Less than half a second later, the fire had turned fluid, two spurts of liquid almost bursting through the soaked cloth just before Bianka let it go.

“I milked you!” both women finally shouted in unison. The weight of those three words, magnified by past boasts and challenges, floated in the hot air around. Bianka had been waiting two days to spit them in Melania’s face, but it wasn’t until that moment that she realized how delicious they sounded—in a way, they felt like a lifeboat that she didn’t expect to find after feeling overwhelmed by the dangerous waves of humiliation and frustration. The wet throbbing in Bianka’s nipples reminded her that the moment was mentally and morally conflictive, a satisfying victory and a disturbing defeat encapsulated in the same bittersweet instant.

It took more than a minute for the women to speak to each other again and, as soon as they did, Bianka knew that neither would acknowledge the totality of what had happened.

“The way you have shot milk,” Melania started the discussion. “So pathetic, white cow.”

“Says the cow that almost pours out all the milk she has,” Bianka responded sourly. “This time I’ve milked you for more than a few drops, huh?”

“Not at all,” the brunette counterattacked. “I felt yours instead squirting hard.”

“You almost didn’t get anything out of me,” the Austrian beauty said. “And you’ve stained that nice shirt well.”

“Look at your own shirt,” Melania grunted. “Gross, so much milk.”

Bianka put her hands on both hips, and stepped forward. Melania mimicked her pose, waiting for her. When she was a step away, the white-haired milkmaid stopped, leaving the heavy bursts of the young women facing each other.

“Listen to me, you black cow,” Bianka hissed. “You’ve squirted more milk than me, and you did it first.”

“Bullshit,” the Italian replied. “You more, harder and faster.”

“You tramp,” Bianka groaned. “As soon as I touched your weak nipples, you practically came through your udders. And yet you deny it.”

“Oh, please, bitch, you screamed like a cow in heat when I touched your nipples,” Melania spat out. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had come as hard downstairs as you did upstairs.”

That reddened Bianka, but also Melania. Not that the blue-eyed girl considered herself a prude on sexual matters, but the other milkmaid’s reckless comment felt out of place…just for three or four seconds. The throbbing in her crotch intensified, and her aching nipples stretched a little further as she decided to shoot back with the same ammunition.

“Watch what you say. The way you’ve been panting and moaning since I started squeezing your tits, you may have been the one coming both up and down at the same time when I finally touched your sad nipples,” she mocked.

“You know what?” Melania hardened her gaze, and took a step forward. Instinctively, Bianka stepped back just enough to avoid the clash of big breasts. “If I wanted to, I could make you squirt milk from everywhere. Everywhere.” The brunette licked her lips. “But you’re lucky I don’t play for the other team, and just want to go after your ugly udders, because this only is about who is better-breasted.”

***

Words: 1823.