MILK UDDERS, part 24

For anyone looking at the station from afar, they would see only two distant, indistinguishable figures, the kilometers of separation leaving no way of knowing what was going on there, or who they were—tourists, lovers, travelers on a rest stop. Melania was sure that even Bianka’s striking long white hair would not be recognizable from the valley, so she found the site perfect for her plans of domination.

The two women had anxiously exchanged so many threats, put-downs and insults during the first few hours of the day that Melania felt there was no need to add even one more word. She simply stood defiantly in front of the Austrian girl, pushed her dense chest out and lifted her chin. A few steps away from her, Bianka unashamedly copied her posture and attitude, the eyes of one replicating the bad feelings from the eyes of the other. Then, almost immediately, the white-haired milkmaid started walking toward Melania, and the brunette went to meet her.

The night that Melania saw Bianka for the first time, the initial contact between big breasts was accidental, with the Austrian instinctively putting herself in the Italian’s path. Now, the purposefulness of touching made the moment odd and awkward, even though it had long been desired, so Melania found herself stopping with some hesitation when her DD-cup boobs were just centimeters away from colliding with her rival’s fat pair.

The urge to settle important questions and the doubt in Bianka’s gaze made the southern brunette move instantly. Melania pushed her bosoms forward, with little impetus but with determination, and the two sets of seductive female glands rubbed together, Melania dragging them to the right while Bianka did the same in the opposite direction. The smooth movement barely brought part of the generous front of the wet breasts in contact, but it was enough for both young women to exhale a quiet moan. An electric shock exploded in the Italian’s thick nipples and spread through the rest of her curvaceous body, making her aware of how protective the bras had been two nights before, but most importantly of how highly sensitized she was physically, mentally and emotionally after the events at the fair.

Bianka and she rubbed against each other again, their boobs still keeping contact to a minimum at the onset of hostilities. And yet, the two petite beauties moaned for a second time, a little hoarse that time, just before a third and more ferocious brushing of breasts made both girls take a step back. There was no truce, however, and Melania found Bianka immediately moving toward her to test once again both pairs of sexy feminine assets with more soft friction. After the aggressiveness exhibited in the large livestock tent a while earlier, Melania could hardly believe that they were settling for a little breast rubbing, but the more she brushed her fat pair against Bianka’s, the more she understood the enormous amount of aggression that was really going on between boobs, even if there were no screams of pain or claw tearing. There was not a single rubbing that didn’t draw hot moans from the milkmaids, nor a breast movement that didn’t seek the dirtiest and most antagonistic abrasion possible. Both pairs of nipples, long and hard as medieval pikes, lacerated the opposing firm flesh through the fabric of the shirts. That was a full-fledged war, but fought in the right way, with just the weapons that had been the casus belli of the whole conflict.

A little more of the firm and soaked bosoms were brought together after two, three minutes of mutual testing, with adversaries keeping their hands on their hips. With her body still not quite acclimated to all the hot sensations she was receiving rub after rub, Melania had to bite her thick lower lip to keep from letting out a long moan as she felt more of the weight of Bianka’s heavy glands against hers, the white-haired woman’s erect nipples sliding irritatingly across her breasts. She herself made sure to drag her own boobs resolutely, tightly across the entirety of the Austrian girl’s bust, from right to left, to force her to feel her for good. With their attractive eyes locked on each other, both petite beauties delicately grunted and groaned as they dragged their plump globes back and forth relentlessly in an exploratory struggle that proved to Melania how evenly matched the two young milkmaids were.

Melania soon lost track of time, and began to measure everything by the occasions when both broke apart briefly, and by the cadence of the palpitations that shook her impressive breasts but also those she sensed in Bianka’s soaked pair. The fear of yielding milk against her will didn’t leave her heart or her head at any moment, for more and more she felt a kind of warm bubbling under the fatty layers of her boobs, in what the Italian beauty really hoped was not the prelude to being milked again.

It wasn’t until she survived a hundred shudders and almost twice as many gasps that the brunette realized something: every time their nipples were on a collision course, both her nemesis and herself avoided contact with a slight shoulder readjustment. Melania hadn’t been aware of her own unintentional reaction, but she couldn’t help but think negatively of Bianka.

“What a coward you are,” she accused with the first words spoken since the beginning of the anomalous catfight. “Keeping your nipples away from mine…”

“Really?” Bianka replied sharply. “You haven’t dared to touch mine with yours, so you’d better not talk.”

“Afraid I’ll milk them like I did in the tent?” Melania growled. “They’re so sensitive that I just had to touch them a little to make you squirt milk like the white cow you are.”

“You know all the milk you spurted when I put my fingers on your fragile nipples, you black cow,” the Austrian milkmaid said. “I don’t think you should go down that road.”

“Whore,” Melina spat out, beginning to move her breasts in circles, dragging her nipples menacingly around the white-haired woman’s hard spears, harassing at only three or four centimeters away. “Here are mine.”

“And here are mine,” Bianka snarled back, with Melania noting how the other petite girl entered the game by putting her nipples with her own orbit around her erect pair.

For a full minute, the milkmaids moaned without ceasing to threaten the other nipples with their own with smaller and smaller circles, their large breasts pressed lightly together and their gazes locked in heated rivalry. The effort and the nervousness caused the sweat was already pouring down faces, arms and torsos, and Melania cursed that all her perspiration was accumulating mostly in the young flesh of her generous boobs stream after stream, her cleavage feeling like a waterfall.

Finally, Melania felt her long nipples reaching for Bianka’s areolas, the roughness of the sensitive area being felt even through the wet fabric of the shirts. The Austrian moaned louder than before, but the Italian matched her whine as she felt Bianka’s thick nipples piercing her own delicate areolas. In that instant there was a couple of seconds of agonizing, mutual areola piercing, with both beauties taking advantage of the other carnal weakness to delight in forcing a second long rival moan from the other throat, but that was nothing compared to what happened next, when by chance the sides of the nipples touched each other at the same time.

“No!” someone shouted, or maybe they both did.

Whoever it was, Melania felt a terrible detonation at the tip of her nipples, and she couldn’t help but push Bianka away from her at the same time that the Austrian milkmaid shoved her. Gasping for air and backpedaling to separate her overheated fat boobs from her rival’s dangerous pair, Melania clutched her pair in panic, scared of having been humiliated again. But although her breast flesh was entirely trembling with a shockingly devastating sensation, the only thing she noticed on her nipples was sweat, not milk.

“Damn…” she grunted in a whisper, nervous at how close she had been but relieved. Focusing her attention on the other beauty, she saw Bianka massaging her own bosoms and, in her blue eyes, Melania saw uncertainty, some concern, but mostly a sense of deep relief. “Shit,” the brunette hissed, aware that her enemy had also narrowly evaded dishonor.

“Close call, huh?” Bianka finally said while Melania caught her breath. “You were on the verge…”

“Not at all,” the Italian lied. “I’m surprised you didn’t blow up, though. Are you sure you didn’t spill a few drops, white cow?”

“Not a single one,” Bianka counterattacked. “But you’d better worry about yourself. A little nipple touch, and look at you.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m fine,” Melania spat out. “It takes a lot more than rubbing tits and brushing nipples to beat me, girl.”

“Let me doubt it,” the Austrian groaned. “I think that’s precisely all I need to beat you, you black cow.”

With those words, Bianka began to walk purposefully toward Melania. The brunette couldn’t help but stare hypnotically at the soft bounce of her rival’s plump breasts under her white T-shirt, but managed to react in time to receive her body to body. With some harshness that time, the two pairs of magnificent boobs crashed together with a resounding slap of firm flesh against firm flesh. Melania grunted at the same time as Bianka and, before she knew it, the other girl was grabbing her arms. Without mercy or patience, Bianka began to rub her fat breasts up and down against hers.

“Fucking tramp,” Melania exhaled, her fingers clutching at the other arms as she set her heavy orbs in motion.

In perfect synchrony, the two young beauties started scrubbing their bosoms together, up and down, up and down, over and over again. When one dragged her pair of hot assets upward, the other pushed her own breasts downward. Melania found the sudden contest overwhelming, especially when she was holding the full weight of Bianka’s plump boobs over her chest—it felt like a ton each. But experiencing immediately after how her large globes put themselves on top, with Bianka’s breathing hastening while the burden of her best virtues squashed her proud counterparts, made Melania feel all-powerful, and her breasts, invincible.

Between the advantageous and disadvantageous position, however, there was a long way up or down. Melania was in no hurry as she dragged the full front of her formidable boobs across Bianka’s, and certainly her nemesis was not rushing in that regard either. There was a lot to prove and settle between the erotic mammary glands, as Melania had long argued with Bianka, and there was no better way to find answers than in such a direct comparison.

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