MILK UDDERS, part 22

While the two busty petite girls were falsely apologizing to each other, Francesco was staring at both of them. Bianka noticed it out of the corner of her eye, and immediately knew what kind of look the handsome young man had on his face—she had seen him horny before, obviously, and Francesco was not the type who could hide it. Neither was it necessary to be an expert in body reading, the Austrian knew it as soon as she noticed the erection pushing against the jeans of the guy. Gulping, Bianka watched Melania lower her gaze with a certain brazenness to Francesco’s crotch, and she suddenly realized that there was a new danger to her ego in the air: that the Italian man was enraptured by the charms of his big-breasted compatriot.

Bianka had never considered Francesco to be her boyfriend. She really enjoyed fucking with him, as the chemistry between the two of them was incredible, but he was nothing more than that: a tool for pleasure. Certainly, Bianka was looking forward to that night to ride on Francesco’s fat cock, as the two had spoken before, but now the beautiful milkmaid feared that Melania might somehow get in the way of her carnal satisfactions. At the same time, she also worried that Francesco’s presence would truncate her rematch with the brunette she hated.

I want both! the white-haired woman shouted in her head. Melania’s tits now, and Francesco’s cock later! Just thinking about the possibility of having such a perfect day moistened Bianka’s crotch. If she was able to get rid of Francesco and take Melania to the station to milk her dry for good, the sex she would have at night with the young man would be infinitely more delicious. The celebration of the victory would be hot, hard and extensive, of that she had no doubt—she could even see herself telling Francesco details of how she had subdued the brunette’s plump breasts as he ate her own triumphant boobs. That would be fucking gratifying!

“Girls, if you need a place to change, my house is not far away from here,” Francesco offered, his perverted eyes moving from one wet bust to another almost undisguisedly. “Bianka has already been there. It didn’t take us three minutes to get there.”

“Oh, you are really kind, but Bianka and I have plans at the moment,” Melania said just before biting her thick lower lip seductively. “However, I don’t think I’ll be lingering too long with Bianka, so what do you say you and I make a date for later?” Bianka almost growled at the sight of Melania thrusting her fat bosoms at Francesco. “Being the new girl around here, it wouldn’t hurt to get to know more people on a deeperlevel.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but Francesco already has a date with me today,” the Austrian beauty interjected.

“Well, Bianka, but with you I will meet at night. I can spend the afternoon with Melania as soon as you two are done with whatever it is you’re planning to do now. Later, when the fair is over, I’ll come pick you up as agreed,” Francesco stated. That the guy was trying to play both sides of the game was blatantly obvious, but Bianka wasn’t about to let Melania be alone with him.

“Well, but as soon as I finish my stuff with Melania, I’ll feel like going to your place and change my clothes,” the blue-eyed milkmaid stared at Francesco. “You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes, of course.” The young man blushed. “But Melania could come with you…” he kept trying.

“I don’t think Melania will be in the mood when we finish our business.” Bianka then looked at the Italian woman, her gaze exuding defiance. “She would probably prefer to go home and take a nice long nap.”

“I don’t think I’m going to be too tired, my dear,” Melania replied, her dark eyes narrowing slightly. “And I’m certainly going to be in an excellent mood to meet Francesco.”

“Well, then you two…” the guy added, but Bianka interrupted him.

“Melania, honey, don’t underestimate what’s coming,” Bianka almost growled. “You’ve done it twice before, and look how that turned out for you…”

“Speak for yourself, babe,” the brunette replied. “You always end up dirty and tired.”

“But what are you going to do?” Francesco tried to find out. “Are you going to carry something heavy? I can lend a hand if…”

“Don’t worry, handsome,” Melania said. “What I have to take care of is not as heavy as Bianka thinks it is.”

The Austrian beauty felt all the blood concentrating in her cheeks and breasts. For a moment not caring if Francesco noticed, she took a cheeky glance at Melania’s big glands, and kept her gaze on them for two, three eternal seconds. Under the black T-shirt, she could tell how the rival pair moved to the rhythm of the other milkmaid’s increasingly ragged breathing.

“By now you should know by far how much it weighs,” she hissed. “And how much heavier it is compared to what I have to deal with.”

“You have a much heavier and bigger task ahead of you than I do, period.” Melania looked down at her own impressive chest to emphasize her point, and then at Bianka’s large breasts while slightly twisting the gesture with contempt. “And that’s something that anyone can see with the naked eye,” she added, glancing at Francesco.

“Before the end of the day, we’ll see who’s right, I promise you,” Bianka stated. “You and I will know, and I’ll make sure someone else knows,” she concluded with her own look at the attractive man.

“Can you please stop talking in riddles and tell me what the hell you are going to do?” Francesco finally burst out.

“Don’t worry, Francesco,” Melania took the floor. “You just wait at home. When we’re done with this, I will get the address from Bianka.” She winked at the guy. “I won’t be long, honey.”

“I’ll be at your house soon, darling,” the Austrian milkmaid verbalized. “In half an hour or so at the most, okay? I’ll go alone, but I assure you it will be worth it,” she concluded with a mischievous smile.

“I’ll be the one knocking on your door,” Melania assured in clear defiance to Bianka. “And I promise you it will be the best day of your life.”

With an exchange of glances charged with rivalry and anxiety, Bianka and Melania left behind the confused and excited guy without another word, not even a goodbye. The girl from north of the border knew that they had wasted too much time there, and that every minute away from her stand was working against her—how to justify a prolonged absence was going to be an almost impossible feat when so much was at stake for her mother at the cattle fair. The screams she had heard as she left the big cattle tent were still echoing in Bianka’s head, and she was well aware that her not being there to support her mother after the obvious public argument she had just had with Melania’s was going to play against her in her relationship with the most important woman in her life.

Make it worthwhile, Bianka, she said to herself. If you humiliate this black cow, if you milk her until she can’t take any more, then it will be easy to ask mom for forgiveness. Knowing how much she hates Melania’s mother, I will just have to tell her that I have beaten her daughter in the most embarrassing way possible. A streak of malevolent excitement at the at the prospect of such a delightful situation flooded Bianka’s young body. I won’t even have to go into details. My mother can’t wait to rub it in Emilia’s face, and that will make her happy. It’ll be fucking worth it.

The two rival milkmaids soon arrived at where the car of Bianka’s mother was parked, a nearly new white Jeep Renegade. As soon as Bianka activated the key to open it, Melania stopped to look at her with incredulous eyes.

“A whiteRenegade? Really?” she growled.

“Yes, is there a problem?” Bianka replied.

“We have a blackRenegade,” Melania clarified.

“So what?” Bianka exhaled a low growl. The constant reminder that Melania Tantilatte was a dark form of herself was annoying and provocative, but that already bordered on the absurd. “Are you also going to say that your car is bigger and heavier than mine?”

“Are you pissed because I told you the painful truth in front of your boyfriend?” Melania said. “Well, he’s not blind. He knew I was better endowed than you as soon as he saw us side by side.”

“First of all, Francesco is not my boyfriend, but he’s obviously looking forward to it. And seeing you hasn’t changed a bit of that,” the Austrian woman hissed. “And second and more important: the one who is blind is you. You’ve had my big tits between your hands and against your own soft girls, so it’s obvious you’re lying when you suggest you’re bustier than me.”

The brunette took a determined step toward her, and Bianka didn’t hesitate to take her own step toward her nemesis. The proud boobs over which the two petite milkmaids kept arguing stood a short distance from each other, the shadows they cast on the ground under the midday sun exhibiting an enviable fullness.

“Let’s go to that abandoned station you talked about, right now,” the Italian beauty spat with an impatient snarl. “I’ve had enough of your shit. I’m going to milk and dry you, and then I’m going to milk and dry your boy’s fat cock, the one that was totally boned as soon as he saw me.”

“Francesco had a hard-on for me, because he knows how good I am at fucking, and how big and firm my tits are,” Bianka grunted. “The first thing you’re not going to be lucky enough to check out for yourself, but I can guarantee you that the second thing is something you’re going to be very clear about as soon as I’m done milking you at the station. And then I’ll have Francesco to myself as much as I want.”

“We’ll see who is getting that hard cock,” Melania groaned. “We’ll see who’s the better milkmaid.”

“Get in the car, black cow,” the young Austrian woman exhaled eagerly. “It’s time to put you and your ugly tits in your place.”

“You filthy white cow,” the Italian replied with her own impetuosity forcing her to grit her teeth. “Let’s see you try, and fail.”

Repressing her animal instinct to throw herself chest-to-chest against Melania at that very moment, Bianka licked her lips and, with a gesture, indicated to her busty enemy to get into the car. It was time to sort out who had reason to show off, and who didn’t.

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Words: 1830.