MILK UDDERS, part 13

The sun shone high over the Alps that Sunday, and not a single cloud threatened to spoil a morning that promised pleasant temperatures. Shopkeepers, farmers and visitors could not be happier that the weather report had changed the forecast of last week, when it had announced rains that had now been delayed until midnight, so that the success of the cattle fair in Brennero was guaranteed. Also, that year there were three new livestock companies at the fair, which was always good news: Rinaldi Foods, FNM Bauernhof and Madrefiglia Latteo.

Parking the jeep at the northern entrance of the town, Melania Tantilatte took two large bags of Madrefiglia Latteo products that her mother had asked her to bring down from home and headed for the fair. That was her first time in Brennero, but the busty brunette’s thoughts were so far away from her surroundings that she didn’t even notice the beautiful architecture or the stunning landscape around her. She knew that from first thing in the morning, some men they had hired had been setting up the Madrefiglia Latteo stand along with her mother, and bringing in a selection of cows from the farm, but that was all Melania had been able to retain—that, and the promise she had made to her mother two nights earlier.

“No matter what, we have to come out on top of the farm of that stuck-up Sarah at the fair,” she had asked her, and Melania had assured her mother that it would be so. However, she wasn’t going to do it for her farm, but for herself…and because she had a painful score to settle with Bianka Lautermilch.

Thirty-six hours had passed since the moment she had pledged eternal hatred to the white-haired girl. She had done it in the solitude of her bedroom, after calming her mother down following her argument with Sarah, and the oath of burning vengeance was still driving her heart with deep resentment.

“I will neverforgive her for what she did to me,” she found herself whispering as she made her way down Via Gänsbichl. Although her fat breasts had partially recovered from the abrasions that Bianka had caused with her own and insistent bust, Melania still felt them swollen, tender to the touch. That day she had decided to keep on not wearing a bra, as she had been doing since that night—anyway, none of hers fit her now and, even if she got anything bigger than a double D, she wouldn’t be able to stand the friction between flesh and lingerie. Even at that moment, the mere brush of her now perpetually erect nipples against the soft cotton of her black T-shirt was enough to make her clench her teeth from time to time.

But none of that was what made her want to tear Bianka apart. Of course she was angry that the Austrian milkmaid had left her beloved boobs like that, for it was clear proof of how firm and hard the other girl’s pair was, but what Melania had discovered when she had taken off her bra two nights before had been so humiliating and embarrassing that nothing else mattered.

The bustle of many voices brought the black-haired beauty back to reality and, as she rounded a house, she suddenly found the cattle fair. In those narrow streets, the stands crowded together, and the temporary fences that contained the animals almost seemed to be integral parts of the houses. By that time there were already so many people there that Melania had to push herself through them with her bags as best she could, with extreme care to ensure that no one even brushed against her sensitive breasts—difficult task with such sizeable set of globes. But, somehow, she made it to a small open field off the Via Parrocchia without exhaling more than two or three groans along the way.

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