MILK UDDERS, part 6

Like a snowball falling down an Alpine slope to eventually turn into an avalanche of dangerous scale, the contact between heavy, huge boobs had set in motion a competition that was about to change the lives of both petite beauties so, without half a second of pause, there was another chest to chest thrust, and another, and then another, each accompanied by quiet groans and moans. Bianka was in automatic mode, not thinking about consequences or problems, and just pressed her generous pair against Melania’s over and over again as if she could somehow get through the cocky brunette and her big bust to go beyond the stone cairn that marked the frontier between victory and defeat, between the other’s humiliation and one’s own. But what she was bumping up against repeatedly was so dense, so full, so thick, that the white-haired girl knew she was going to need to give everything she had and more to triumph.

“That’s how you want to fight, then?” Melania’s voice sounded sibilant and deadly. “You like it this way, your big ones against my big ones?”

“You tell me, since you haven’t taken your tits away from mine since they crashed together,” Bianka replied. “This is how you like to do it? Putting your double Ds against my double Ds, right?”

“You have also felt it,” Melania stated. “Neither can deny that the other is a double D, but that doesn’t mean you’re as big as me in that department.”

As if her opponent wanted to prove that point, Bianka felt the insistent mass of the Italian’s breasts engaging with hers with a little more momentum. She immediately returned the pressure with identical intensity and volume to make her own statement about the size range of her assets and maintain the balance between bosoms.

“I thought I had already established from the first second of contact that I am the bustiest woman here,” the Austrian milkmaid said. “But if you want more evidence, I will gladly give it to you.”

Gripping Melania’s dark hair a little harder, Bianka pushed her breasts against the brunette’s with arrogance and vigor, forcing an outraged moan from her foe’s throat. Melania’s next crush, however, was so enthusiastic and tough that Bianka couldn’t help but exhale her own furious growl against the other busty beauty’s firm chest. Without knowing who had started it, there were a few seconds of desperate friction that spread the neckline of the dresses a little wider although, as both rivals returned to press their sexy bosoms together head-on again, Bianka didn’t know whether she was relieved or frustrated that there was still no direct naked contact between breast flesh.

Under a firmament that was beginning to beautifully glow with stars and a nearly full moon, Bianka kept pushing and jostling, with Melania matching drive and verve. Neither of them looked up at the incredible nighttime spectacle of the Alps, their eyes with pupils dilated by the gloom and rivalry only watching the other face for signs of weakness. And so one minute turned into three, and then into five, but still Bianka didn’t gain or lose a single step, although she got as many groans from Melania as she herself gave in.

“You white cow,” the Italian spat in the night after an eager exchange of breast shoves.

“You…” Bianka felt a shudder at the insult. Aware that Melania had to see her as a light version of herself just as she saw the Italian as a dark version of her own self, she came up with her own designation. “You black cow.”

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