MILK UDDERS, part 7

Feeling as if both petite women had stamped into each other’s flesh with a branding iron a bovine nickname that would always be with them, Bianka pressed her big glands harsher into Melania’s as the challenging contest between the generous busts began to heat up. The white-haired milkmaid grunted softly as she perceived the fierce resistance of the rival boobs, but was comforted to hear the brunette groaning in her hitherto vain attempt to overpower her breast to breast. Within seconds, both sets of firm bosoms were making even tighter contact, but still the scales of the female competition remained balanced in a frustratingly perfect equilibrium, with Bianka’s fat globes giving as much pressure to Melania’s as they received.

Then, a few barks broke the moment. Schnee and Oscura almost threw themselves at each other, the immediate, electric rivalry between their owners affecting the two bitches to the point of disrupting their calm nature and pushing them into aggression. Startled, Bianka and Melania pushed their dense boobs apart and took a few steps back from each other, their hands raised reassuringly to their pets.

“Easy, Schnee, easy,” Bianka said. “Leave it!”

“Oscura, here!” she heard Melania calling out to her dog. “Easy, easy.”

The Austrian girl bent down to give Schnee a cuddle and calm her down. She felt the agitation in both of them, her she-dog’s fur bristling and her own pale skin with goose bumps—not because of the cold of the night, precisely. The tense, intense situation between females of both species had pushed the scenario to the brink of violent outbreak, and Bianka felt that, at that point, it was now the responsibility of the only rational animals present to redirect the conflict. However, that didn’t mean to try to reach some kind of reconciliation and peace treaty with the enemy, but to nullify the chaotic element represented by the dogs in order to continue the war of attrition in the border clash without further distractions.

“Do you live with someone?” Bianka asked, holding Schnee as she looked at her rival. On the other side, the Italian beauty was grabbing her own she-dog, her dark eyes sparkling with contained fury under the moonlight. “Can someone take care of your black bitch?”

“Yes, as long as someone takes care of your white bitch,” Melania replied. “That way you and I can…”

The brunette fell silent, and the white-haired young woman knew why. Some footsteps echoed, some behind Melania, others behind herself, and immediately two flashlights, one on each side of the border, shone on both girls.

“Schatz!” her mother’s voice sounded just behind Bianka. “I was worried. I had heard Schnee barking.”

“Melania?” It was heard just before a woman appeared on the other side. “Oh, you’re here, tesoro. You gave me such a scare.”

Bianka’s mother walked up beside her, and only then did she seem to notice the new neighbors beyond the stone cairn.

“Ah, hello,” she greeted shyly. “I didn’t know my daughter had company.”

“Me neither,” the other newcomer said with a beautiful smile. “I had hoped to meet the neighbors tomorrow morning, in daylight, but it seems our daughters have been impatient and have gone ahead of me.”

“Well, it’s a nice night to get to know each other,” Bianka’s mother declared. “My name is Sarah.”

“I’m Emilia,” the other woman with the flashlight introduced herself. “And this is my dear daughter Melania.” She looked at her with pride. “You’re not going to introduce me to your new friend?”

“Bianka,” the busty petite girl almost snarled her name. “Her name is Bianka.”

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