MILK UDDERS, part 21 (Patreon)

“You and I already know that the best-breasted girl is me.” Bianka was the one who now stepped forward, and Melania who shied away from the contact. “And good thing for you that’s all the issue between us, because if I were a beaver eater like you, I’d show you all the milk I’d get out of you, and not just from your pathetic tits.”

Bianka began to breathe more heavily as soon as she spat out her words, and heard Melania’s breathing quicken in the same way. The rivalry between she and the other busty woman had gone off the rails from the very beginning, but the Austrian beauty felt that now they were both going down a muddy, bramble-filled precipice.

“You’re quick to take bragging rights when you haven’t proven shit,” Melania said. “Yours are no better than mine, and let it be clear that you would never get milk out of me from anywhere.”

“Well, I just did it in two places.” Bianka mischievously pointed to the stains on Melania’s black T-shirt. “It doesn’t sound as impossible as you’re trying  to sell me, tough girl.”

“You would sound more credible if you didn’t have your shirt soaked with your own milk,” the brunette hissed. “You’re just a weak cow pretending to be a hot chick.”

“Bitch.” Angry, Bianka took another step forward. Melania retreated, but with an irritated snarl she immediately lunged forward. The white-haired milkmaid then stepped back, again avoiding the breast collision.

“What’s wrong?” the Italian growled in a mocking tone. “Not as eager to bring your ugly tits against mine as the other night, huh?”

“You’re the one who doesn’t dare.” Bianka moved forward to prove her point, forcing Melania to step back again. “Too sensitive to take mine, I guess.”

“You cunt.” Melania took a step forward, and Bianka took a step back.

Like a strange dance, the rival beauties moved back and forth at the back of the huge and overheated tent, their big breasts always threatening but never executing. The truth was, Bianka wasn’t sure if she wanted her boobs to bump into Melania’s pair, because she didn’t know what might happen, or if she could even bear it. In that post-milking moment, her fat glands throbbed tenderly, with the feeling of being filled with boiling milk threatening further humiliation. But Melania was also avoiding contact, backing away whenever she pressed, so Bianka knew that keeping on harassing her proud opponent with her breasts could finally give her some kind of advantage.

“Keep running, you coward,” she groaned.

“You are the coward here,” Melania replied.

“I’m going to…” Bianka fell silent when she heard someone enter the tent. Suddenly paralyzed, she saw her mother walking in with one of the men hired.

“That’s the cow I want you to take outside to exhibit,” Sarah said. “And where is my daughter?”

As soon as she saw her mother turn her head, Bianka quickly threw herself to the ground, on a bunch of hay. Melania did the same, and the two irreconcilable enemies found themselves hiding together behind a cow. The Austrian woman tried to control her gasps to control them and prevent her from being discovered but, as soon as she looked up and found Melania, on all fours like her, with her heavy breasts hanging hypnotically from her torso, she felt herself losing control of her own breathing again. She didn’t even realize that her mother had just left with the man and the cow, since she only had eyes for Melania—for her big boobs, in particular.

“I could end you and your tits right here and now,” Bianka whispered after another look at Melania’s pair. “But your gasps and screams are going to attract everyone here before I milk you dry.”

“It will be your loser whining that will get us caught,” the Italian spat back, her dark eyes settling on Bianka’s cotton-covered, milk-stained breasts. “But if you really want me to finish milking you, let’s look for a more appropriate place to do this.”

The Austrian resisted the temptation to reach out and squeeze one of the brunette’s generous bosoms and began thinking. Of course there was the possibility of returning home and facing Melania in the same place where it all began, the solitude of the mountain keeping them away from any interruption. But she couldn’t just take her mother’s car and drive away, leaving her alone and wondering where her daughter was for who knows how many time. If she wanted to keep her dirty business with Melania in secret, she needed to find a place nearby, in the same Brenner if possible, and where no one would be around—something complicated in the middle of a livestock fair.

Something on the outskirts, she thought. Almost everyone is here, so if we go a little bit out of the area…

“So, what, you white cow?” Melania growled with obvious impatience. “You’ve been living here longer than I. Are we going to do this? Or are you afraid?”

“Just shut up, black cow, I’m thinking…” Bianka growled. She dismissed going into the surrounding woods as she knew there were always hikers in the area, so she thought of somewhere closed at that time of day, or abandoned. “Oh, yes! The railway station of Moncucco!”

“A station? That’s your great idea?” Melania scoffed.

“It’s abandoned, you idiot,” Bianka insulted. “Not many people pass by on its road, especially today, and we can hide in the back anyway. It’s perfect!”

“Whatever you say.” The brunette shrugged her shoulders. “As long as I have your tits within my reach, it’s fine with me.”

“You will have them, honey, you will have them,” the white-haired woman stated. “And I will have yours.”

“That’s just what I want,” Melania said, with the two beauties casting another glance at each other’s breasts. “Well, now let’s get out of here.”

Melania stood up and, to Bianka’s surprise, did not head for the mesh door. Instead, she went to the back canvas, where the darkness was thicker.

“I must have milked you too hard and it affected your brain,” Bianka scoffed. “The door is back there.”

“Who’s the idiot now, huh?” the Italian replied.” Do you want them to see us with our shirts like this? So then we have to sneak out.”

Bianka saw Melania finding a seam between canvas. With one tug, the girl opened a split, and she kept pulling until it was wide enough to get out through.

Just then, the voices of two women arguing were heard beyond the mesh door, and Bianka recognized her mother’s angry shouts. Melania gave her a hard look, and then she knew the other person was Emilia, her foe’s mother. A protective instinct pulled Bianka toward where the yells were coming from, but Melania shook her head.

“Don’t you dare,” Melania murmured through gritted teeth. “They have their own unfinished business, and we have ours.”

Bianka’s plump and sensitive boobs throbbed. Before she knew it, she was following Melania across the break, with the argument between mothers left behind. Wasting no time, the Austrian gestured for the other young beauty to follow her, and the two rivals climbed over a small stone fence to get away from the fair. Then, they both found themselves in a side of the Parish of the Immaculate Conception.

“It’s a pity we can’t fight in there, you white cow,” Melania hissed in a taunting voice. “I willlove to hear your screams as I milk you rumbling in there, but unfortunately it wouldn’t take long for us to get caught.”

“You’re very funny despite the fact that your tits are still smeared with the milk I’ve squeezed out of you,” Bianka grunted. “But that arrogance will make my victory more delicious, you black cow.”

Leaving the parish behind, the young petite girls moved quickly across a long stretch of lawn, always using the nearby houses to hide from the street on the other side. Bianka could feel her heart pounding from the fear of being caught and exposed but, most of all, from what was going to happen again between she and Melania. Her braless bosoms bounced heavily on her chest with every stride she took, and she couldn’t help but take several glances at the swaying but firm breasts of the Italian girl she hated so much.

“This way,” she indicated when arriving at Via Gänsbichl. Not far from there, she had parked her mother’s car. They only needed to get to it and, in just five, six minutes, they could be at the abandoned station.

Then I’ll milk her tits for good, and I’ll have plenty of time to be back here without my mother noticing I’ve taken the car, Bianka mused in her head.

However, as soon as they set foot on the street, someone unexpectedly appeared around a corner. Bianka’s heart stopped, and she could almost swear she felt the same under Melania’s breast.

“Hey, Bianka.” Francesco, of all people, was the one who had found them. “I thought you’d be with your mother at the fair.”

“Yes, well, it’s just that…” Bianka glanced sideways at Melania, their nervousness flashing in both of their gazes. “I have to go to the car to get a couple of things.”

“If you want, I…” It was then that Francesco seemed to realize that she was not alone. “Oh, hello, who are you?” To Bianka’s annoyance, the eye contact between her attractive sexual partner and the busty brunette was too fervent. “Wait, I know: you must be the famous Melania Tantilatte, right?”

“In the flesh,” the Italian replied. The look she then gave the Austrian milkmaid was still full of tension, but also of pride. “It seems that my reputation precedes me, doesn’t it, my dear Bianka?”

“That’s not always a good thing, sweetheart,” Bianka grunted with perhaps too much emphasis.

“Hey, what happened to your T-shirts?” Francesco asked, bringing up the issue Bianka wanted to avoid as the cheeks of both women turned red.

“It was just a small accident,” Melania said before Bianka could even open her mouth. “I admit my fault. We were both at the fair. I was milking too eagerly and in the end I soaked poor Bianka.”

“I’m not free of guilt either,” the white-haired girl quickly added. “Look how I put Melania when I started milking hard. I’m really sorry, babe.”

“Oh, no, no, I’m much more sorry, I made you much worse,” the brunette stated. “Look how much milk, much more than me!”

“You have much, much more milk on you than I do, so I’m the one who’s really embarrassed,” Bianka counterattacked.

As the two petite busty girls apologized to each other, Bianka watched from the corner of her eye as Francesco kept looking at both of them—and she knew that kind of look very, very well.

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