MILK UDDERS, part 3

Some facts have been repeated over and over again throughout history—one of the most fundamental, that borders and conflicts have always been intertwined. Ramesses the Great went to the limits of his kingdom to confront the Hittites at Kadesh with chariots and bows, the nomads of the steppes harassed the borderlines of China and Europe for centuries on the backs of their horses, and the frontiers in the wild west forged skirmish after skirmish between pioneers and natives. No matter if someone looked back millennia or days, borders have always been dangerous, and Bianka could feel it in her bones, in her bristly skin as her large boobs somehow stood as the last protectors of a territory that she suddenly perceived as very much her own.

“Back off,” Bianka found herself saying, her voice taking the tone of a soft but resolute hiss.

“You back off,” the brunette mumbled back, pushing herself a little further against the white-haired beauty.

At that very moment, Bianka realized that she was not only preventing the other buxom beauty from crossing to her side of the border, but that she herself was unconsciously pressing forward—just to be blocked by the voluminous chest of her opponent. History was repeating itself once again with a conflagration breaking out just where two countries touched each other, only for once it was not provoked by the greed and lust for power of men, but by some kind of instinctive reaction of two gorgeous women to each other’s presence.

On that remote battlefield in the Alps, however, there were no spears or crossbows, no guns or tanks. Between the smug brunette and Bianka there was no contact other than that between bosoms and, from what the young milkmaid felt, there could be no more appropriate weaponry—why she was suddenly thinking in those martial terms of both pairs of breasts, she did not know, but it seemed suitable. Her massive, formidable boobs were facing a pair of imposing and dense glands that seemed to match her own set in every way, and she couldn’t help but think of that as a flagrant casus belli.

There was no horn announcing a cavalry charge, nor artillery initiating hostilities, only a slight readjustment of firm flesh under cloth. Following an instinct that even she didn’t understand, Bianka moved her big breasts slightly upward, and the other girl responded by matching the motion. With her hands on her hips and her legs anchored in the grassy soil, Bianka tried to search on the plump firm mass of her foe’s boobs for the best position for her own bust, a leverage from which to press and push back. In the penetrating gaze and slight breast movements of the new neighbor, Bianka easily guessed that the rival intentions were the same, so she wasted no time in adding a little more strength and penetration to her own dirty exploration for weak spots.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, girl,” the brunette said. “But walk away from here or you’ll have a problem.”

“The only one who will have a problem here will be you if you don’t turn around and get your ass back to your new home,” Bianka grunted.

The female dogs that had provoked the clash were visibly tense next to their owners although, beyond some occasional growling, it did not appear that they would intervene. Bianka didn’t need it either, for she was totally focused on the insistent but still controlled pressure between generous breasts. That was going to be the perfect way to humiliate that arrogant body copier, she knew.

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