MILK UDDERS, part 14

Looking around, the young mildkmaid immediately spotted Madrefiglia Latteo’s sign on a corner in the background, just in front of a large tent. Relieved to have found the stand, she took a few steps towards it when something made her stop dead in her tracks. Right there, on the stand next to theirs, she read Zweifrauen Milchhof on a sign.

“Bianka and her mother’s farm…” Melania grunted under her breath, unable to believe it. What was the chance of that eventuality occurring, Melania didn’t know, but there was no way to change it. “Well, at least I won’t have to go looking for her for our milking competition.”

The mere utterance of ‘milking’ caused the brunette’s long nipples to throb with some burning. With some apprehension, she glanced quickly down but, apart from the hint of two nipples pushed against the dark fabric of her T-shirt, she saw nothing else.

Nothing wet there, she thought with relief. The memory of her bedroom mirror reflecting the greatest humiliation of her life in the form of white wet stains on her nipples struck her mercilessly. Two nights ago, she had been milked against all odds, and she still wasn’t able to get over it—not without a fitting revenge.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” Melania muttered under her breath. “And milk for milk.”

Finally getting on the move, the Italian beauty walked towards her stand, but with her eyes always on the Zweifrauen Milchhof’s. Since that fateful moment, she had felt that her nipples were on the verge of spurting more embarrassing milk, but now that she knew she was about to meet the one to blame for it all again, the sensation only increased.

I won’t allow it. Not a single drop more, she promised to herself. And whatever it takes, I’m going to milk the udders of that white cow dry.

“Hey, tesoro,” Melania heard her mother as soon as she approached. “Get those bags over here quick.”

There was tension in the voice, but a simple glance at the adjacent stand was enough to let Melania know why. Bianka’s mother was organizing everything a few meters away, and the two women kept giving each other competitive, spiteful glances.

“Put the goods on the table, so everyone can see that we’re the best milkmaids in the area,” her mother said loud enough for her rival to hear her.

“Just finish taking the bottled milk out of those boxes,” Sarah was heard to reply with the same volume of voice. “Let them see what premium milk is like.”

Melania began to help her mother while the men hired by the two rival dairy farms did the heavy lifting—the good feeling between the two different groups of workers contrasted with everything that was going on between Emilia and Sarah. The busty brunette saw that both stands were displaying a couple of cows, but she noticed that there were backup animals in the big tent behind them.

“There are about twenty cows in there, from the surrounding stands. Safe from the sun, they have plenty of food and water,” Emilia commented, guessing her daughter’s thoughts. “I’ll probably need you to milk some of them later.”

“No problem, mammi,” Melania assured, her big, firm breasts throbbing slightly. “I’m really in the mood for milking today.” she added, looking around. There was still no sign of Bianka. The white-haired, blue-eyed girl was proud like no one she had ever met, so Melania didn’t think she would have chickened out. And yet, the possibility of not seeing her today and losing the chance to give her what she deserved made the brunette begin to worry. She needed it.

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Choosen by Mjamin. Words: 618 words.

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