MILK UDDERS, part 12

Momentarily feeling overtaken by events, Bianka let herself fall onto the bed, sitting on its edge. She had a great deal to think about, most of all for the unexpected, unbelievable turn her life had just taken. She was astonishingly surprised at how quickly a good, kind girl like her had turned into an arrogant big-mouthed troublemaker but, as an devastating honesty flooded her for a moment, Bianka had to bitterly concede that maybe, deep down, she wasn’t as nice a person as she thought she was. Certainly she had never disrespected any other woman before, but she had always thought she was better than any of them—and by better she meant hotter. In the book of morality and integrity, being full of herself, even if it was in secret, was not the best path towards decency.

Bianka could still try to excuse her behavior on Melania’s smug and defiant attitude, but what she had no explanation for was the way she and her newfound nemesis had tried to settle their heated issues. Coming chest to chest in the middle of an argument was a common intimidation tactic between women—and undoubtedly perfect for a girl as generously endowed as she was—but that two buxom petite females like her and Melania had accepted so naturally to fight with their own big breasts and nothing else now disoriented and unsettled the Austrian beauty.

“It felt fucking appropriate,” she whispered through her teeth, yanking her dress off over her head with an angry jerk. “We were actually arguing about…”

The sentence died in her mouth before Bianka could finish it. Her gaze had just settled on her bra lying on the floor, and for the umpteenth time that fateful night, she was dumbfounded. The inside of the cups were soaked with sweat, as expected, but what the white-haired beauty hadn’t anticipated were the two round wet spots right where her thick nipples had been thrusting. As if the discovery somehow sharpened her sense of smell, Bianka perceived an odor that was very familiar to her, and her incredulity grew even more.

“It can’t be…” The young woman reached down to grab the white lingerie with nervous fingers. “It can’t…” As if she trusted no other sense, she extended her tongue and, with a slow lick, confirmed that what she feared was true. “Milk!”

Jumping to her feet, Bianka threw her bra back on the floor while grabbing her firm boobs with both hands. She immediately moaned at the hypersensitivity of her young flesh—as she had done when she had hugged her mother—but that didn’t stop her. Pushing up her formidable pair, Bianka took a closer look at her nipples…and saw traces of milk in her holes.

“What the fuck has she done to me?” the girl moaned, the threats that the two petite milkmaids had made to each other in the aftermath of their breast-to-breast confrontation filled her head with despair. “Did she really milk me?”

Tentatively, Bianka squeezed her right breast a little. Her moan from the inflammation of the flesh turned into a growl of humiliation as she watched her nipple spurting out a few drops of warm milk. The blue-eyed woman felt a suffocating heat taking her blushing cheeks as the heavy slab of humiliation fell on her. The argument over who milked better had now taken on a new and vicious dimension, just as it was that both rivals had defined each other as cows.

“Enough!” Bianka hissed as she clenched her fists and stared at her almost nude reflection in the mirror, an embarrassing drop of milk still hanging from her nipple. “This is not over between us,” she promised. “One way or another, I’ll milk you at the fair, you fucking black cow…”

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