MILK UDDERS, part 32 (Patreon)

By now, it was obvious to the Italian that the loss that the Austrian had suffered at her hands—and breasts—days before, rather than plunging her into misery, was actively spurring her on in search of the fiery revenge she desperately needed. Being aware of how much her bitter enemy wanted to pay her back for the humiliation she had received made Melania’s pulse quicken even more, her nipples throbbing and hardening slightly under her black tank top.

The closer they got to their destination, the more the palpable jealous energy between her and Bianka burned. Melania even noticed a couple of small beads of sweat on her forehead, and couldn’t help but think that the confrontation that was about to take place promised to be as hot or hotter than the heat that awaited both of them in the sauna. Taking a quick glance at the heavy profile of Biaka’s bust, the brunette had no doubt that, no matter what they argued about or how things developed when they were alone, her own plump glands would again be in aggressive contact against the rival pair, because that was how things worked between the two busty milkmaids from the moment they met.

“Here we are.” Sofia brought Melania back to reality again. The older woman had stopped at the entrance to a small hallway, and was pointing with both hands to the right and left. “We have our two saunas available, and at this early hour, there are no other guests or reservations. As we didn’t expect to use them so soon, be patient with the temperature,” she clarified. “You’ll have to wait almost half an hour now until it’s fully heated, but just sit back and relax, chatting in the meantime. Just think, ladies, you have the luxury of having your own private sauna entirely for your own pleasure, with no one else bothering you,” she offered.

Melania’s gaze immediately flickered to Bianka. No words were needed, for the silent agreement between them had been made before—as soon as Bianka had decided to accept the invitation and Melania had played along, the challenge had already been unequivocal, and now neither of them was going to retreat to separate corners.

“We’ll take the same one,” brunette and blonde declared in unison without letting a single hint of defiance creep into their voices. With their words, they confirmed aloud that both chose the shared space of the saunas as the next battleground for their secret rivalry.

“Well, if you prefer it that way,” the hotel owner said, glancing at the milkmaids’ clothes. “If you’d want to wear something more appropriate and comfortable and not be too hot, there are towels and spa gowns in a small changing room just outside the entrance. And don’t forget to take some water bottles.” Then, with a subtle smile, she began to walk away down the main hallway. “Enjoy your time. I’ll be at the front desk if you need anything.”

“Thanks…” Melania almost whispered as she stared defiantly at Bianka. The minute it took for Sofia’s footsteps fade into the distance took forever, but when the brunette finally knew that no one could hear them, she pointed a finger accusingly at her rival. “I know what you’re up to, you white cow. You’re here to steal the deal we just signed with the hotel.”

“Wow, you got me, black cow. I knew you were smart enough to see the obvious,” Bianka replied sarcastically. “Yes, my mother told me that you were trying to screw up our contract with this place by deceiving Sofia’s husband like that,” she accused, also pointing a finger at Melania. “So if you thought I was going to stand by and do nothing, you were very wrong.”

“You are a cheating whore,” the Italian girl hissed, her dark eyes narrowing. “I knew you like to play dirty.”

“If you think coming here with the intention of disrupting your little arrangement is playing dirty, wait until we get into the sauna,” Bianka replied while she stuck out her generous chest.

“You think you’re going to intimidate me?” Melania also pushed out her big bust, and both young beauties exchanged a contemptuous glance over the other breasts. “Ambushing me here is not going to end well for you.”

“You are not thatspecial, you bitch,” the Austrian milkmaid grunted. “Meeting you here wasn’t part of my plan, but it has been an unexpected and delightful coincidence that I plan to take advantage of.” Bianka’s gaze held a glint of mischief. “You and I had some personal scores to settle, and fate just handed me the perfect opportunity.”

“Personal scores? You mean my tits milking yours, right?” Melania scoffed, ready to twist the knife in the wound. “Is that what this is really all about, huh? Not the contract or anything, just your bruised ego because I proved to have better boobs than you.”

“Keep your fucking voice down, you filthy black cow,” Bianka spat out, her cheeks reddening as a drop of sweat ran down her left cheek. Seeing ger clenching her fists, Melania knew she had turned the tables and taken the upper hand.

“Why? Don’t you want people to know?” the brunette continued the oral assault. “Don’t want everyone to know that that the new girl in town is bustier than you?” she let out a cruel laugh. “Let me tell you, white cow, that they saw us together at the cattle fair, so they already know it well.”

“You fucking dirty tramp,” Bianka almost roared as Melania watched with ruthless satisfaction her blue eyes becoming moist. “Let’s get into the sauna now. My tits are going to shut you up for good.”

“Lead the way, bitch,” Melania snarled.

The adversaries approached the sauna on the left with impatient steps and determined expressions. In the cramped changing room, they both ignored the gowns and towels to each snatched a pack of six small water bottles—Melania was aware of how much hydration she was going to need with all the sweating she was going to do. Then, they pushed open the door to the sauna, and the accumulated heat inside and a warm soft light greeted them in stark contrast to the coolness of the corridor and its natural morning illumination. The nice scent of the wooden walls reached Melania’s sense of smell, and looking around she noticed that the cedar benches and the olivine-filled heater left little room to stand in the center of the place—not that they would need much space for what they were about to do.

Like wary contenders in a boxing ring, the girls placed their water bottles on opposing benches. Then the Italian brunette, with a subtle yet deliberate motion, approached the temperature control panel and, resting her hand on the dial, her dark eyes fixed on Bianka’s blue gaze.

“Well, white cow, what temperature do you think you can handle today?” Melania said with a wicked smile. “I would feel a little bad if I abused you again and you ended up as exhausted and sweaty as the last time we met.”

“I can take anything,” Bianka replied with a soft grunt. “But if you’re not prepared for everything that I’m going to make you sweat, just turn on a comfortable temperature.”

“Comfortable, you say?” Feigning innocence, the brunette turned the dial to the right. “Can you take 80 degrees?”

“How about 90?” Bianka narrowed her eyes. “If you feel up to it…”

“Let’s make it 100, then…” Melania concluded. She pressed a bright red start button and, on a small display above the dial, a timer was initiated. Next to it, another screen showed the current temperature: 22 degrees Celsius.

Immediately, a soft hiss of steam rose from between the stones of the heater, and the air began to feel a little heavier. Melania saw a few beads of sweat form on Bianka’s body, and noticed her own on her skin—there was still a long way to go to feel the maximum heat of the sauna, but the tense situation was enough to make both attractive milkmaids perspire.

“I’ve been dreaming for three days of being alone with you again, you black cow,” Bianka bluntly confessed as she took a small step forward. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

“I admit that I have been thinking about this too,” Melania joined in the moment of sincerity, taking her own short step towards her rival. “It was so fucking pleasurable to get the milk out of your boobs that I have not stopped delighting myself remembering it.”

“It’s a good thing you liked it, because it will never happen again,” the Austrian defied.

“You know, I hadn’t taken you for a glutton for punishment,” the brunette said, her voice measured. “I honestly had thought you had learned your lesson after our last encounter, but I see that you haven’t.”

“Lesson?” Bianka asked. “The only lesson I learned was how easy it is to milk those tits of yours, so much so that if I had held on just a couple of seconds longer, you would have been the one left there beaten.”

“Your fantasies don’t change what happened, period,” Melania growled, even knowing that she had really been on edge during the final seconds of her last fight with Bianka.

The beauties began to instinctively circle each other in the narrow interior of the sauna, the confined instantly amplified the heat-laden vibes between them. The brunette saw the Austrian milkmaid lower her gaze to her black tank top, observing her chest with the brazenness that the privacy of the moment allowed.

“Going for the extra padding, huh?” the white-haired woman accused. “A nice thick cotton top and, seeing that your tits don’t sag, obviously a good stuffed bra.”

“You should know by now that there is nothing saggy about my tits,” Melania retorted before looking at her nemesis’ chest in response. “And you also know damn well I could say the same thing about your outfit. Do you need extra layers for protection after what happened the other day?”

“You’re the only one who needs protection here,” Bianka growled. “You got them sensitive, don’t you?”

“Are you projecting your own sensations. Are your tits too tender and on the verge of milking?” Melania verbally harassed. “Is that why you don’t bring them here against mine?”

“Your barking doesn’t fool anyone,” the northern beauty spat out. “You don’t dare put yours against mine because you know I’ll milk you in less than a minute.”

“You’re afraid that things will get rough and milky for you in seconds if we touch there,” the brunette alleged, her body closer to her antagonist’s with each rotation.

“All the protection in the world won’t save you from squirting milk if we push our tits together, and you know it!” Bianka howled.

“Enough!” Melania burst out. “Bring them here, white cow!”

“You bring them, black cow!” Bianka challenged.