MILK UDDERS, part 2

The girl ran after her she-dog, her white hair swaying in the air with each stride. Despite the shouts of the girl, Schnee didn’t stop until she reached the small stone cairn marking the border between Austria and Italy. Slowing her run, Bianka realized that another dog was there—a black female mountain dog, as big as Schnee. Before the blue-eyed beauty could do anything, her female pet mounted the black bitch.

“Hey!” It took Bianka half a second to realize that it was not she who had screamed. Across the border another young girl appeared, her beautiful black hair swinging with each angry step of the stranger. “Get away from Oscura, you filthy dog.”

“Easy, girl,” Bianka took a step forward under the last beams of daylight. “Respect my dog. Come on, Schnee, with me.”

The white bitch stopped humping the black bitch and approached her owner. It was then that Bianka took a better look at the other girl, and was shocked by what she saw. On the other side of the line that someone drew on a map when the fires of the Great War were dying down, what looked like a Mediterranean version of Bianka caressed the other dog. Everything that was white and pale in herself was dark in the other girl, regardless of whether she looked at her face, her body or her clothes. The hair of the curvy, good-looking outsider was as black as hers was white, her eyes were almost black when her own were steel blue, and her skin was tanned in front of her white complexion. Even her summer dress was black, and so was her female dog, as opposed to the white fabric of her dress and Schnee’s white fur.

But, with the other beauty now standing up, Bianka knew that those differences were as prominent as their similarities were. The other girl’s body looked like a perfect copy of her own in height, weight and curves, matching her as a bombshell with large bosoms, shapely hips and strong legs. To the naked and frustrated eye, Bianka could see no difference between her five-foot-four-inches of young, well-toned flesh and the five-foot-four-inches of voluptuous body that the dark-eyed brunette was bringing to that unexpected encounter—and she was upset about it.

Both petite women stared at each other for a few seconds, both flanked by their big bitches. Bianka immediately understood with bitterness that that beauty had to be a new neighbor. Of all the places in the world, that dark version of herself had to move to that remote and deserted dairy farm in the Alps. But, if the other girl wanted to restart production on the other farm, she would need help—so it was impossible for her to have come alone. Beyond the shoulder of the unknown woman and the light of the descending sun, she could see some movement—seeing the body and the hair, another woman, most likely.

“It’s your bitch that has to respect my dog,” the stranger’s voice broke Bianka’s thoughts. “Isn’t yours a female? What’s she doing humping my Oscura?”

“Your black bitch will be in heat, releasing pheromones all over the place, so shut up.” The white-haired milkmaid surprised herself to be bursting out and getting into a conflict so quickly.

“You shut up,” the other young girl grunted and took a couple of steps forward, to cross the border. Bianka instinctively stepped into her path. Somehow, she felt that letting that arrogant cunt cross over into Austrian territory would be some kind of offense.

Then, it happened. Bianka stopped the new neighbor…big breasts to big breasts.

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Choosen by Dvspuss. Words: 606 words.

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TOMORROW: UNFINISHED BUSINESS, page 4 (Dvspuss).