Chapter Fifteen

The horse was waiting outside the villa, already saddled and ready for the ride. The groom, a young boy in his early teens, was holding the reins; he widened his eyes when he saw Lisa coming down the stairs.
“Do…do… do you need help, Miss?" Lisa didn’t know if the boy was stutterer, or if that was the effect of her sight, but at that moment she didn’t care. She acted just like she didn’t ever noticed him: he would have probably ran away to masturbate, just a moment after she had left: so she mounted up to the saddle and spurred the animal, that began to trot slowly along the dirt road leading down to the lake.
After what had happened in the laboratory, Lisa had run upstairs in her room, leaving Elizabeth to her tubes: she needed pills, not an horseback riding. The nipple was hurting as hell, and the areolas had taken on a bluish tinge. The fact that Milena had caught her in that attitude made her feel terrible: then, physical discomfort turned into real anger at herself, for having behaved so stupidly. It weighed the humiliation, but in her heart she feared even more that something had changed between her and Milena; she feared that that woman, who had completely bewitched her, could denie herself, leaving her outside her locked door. Two days: two days had been enough to make her loose control over her life: her happiness, even her destiny, were in the hands of another person, for the first time in her existence.
Yet at the same time, that gesture of Milena, that caused her pain squeezing the nipple, had also brought a shiver of pleasure to Lisa. It was as to affix a seal on her property, and to establish the fact that her body belonged to her, and to nobody else.
And basically, at that moment, she wanted nothing but that: to belong entirely to that beautiful creature.
My God, what a mess - she thought to herself.
The sun was setting down in the distance and the air had become cooler. She returned to the house, with her horse slowly riding up the hill.

Gunther saw her coming in and running in a hurry towards the upstairs.
"Hello Lisa. I ordered a fabulous dinner for this evening: all traditional Brandenburg cooking: you got to taste that stuff. Is it okay for nine o clock? "
She stopped just at the top of the stairs. "Gunther, my dear, sorry but I am very tired and I think I'll go to sleep early. Would you make them bring it up to my room, please? Thank you. "
Gunther was about to reply, but stood there, hands raised and mouth open. Lisa had already gone to her room. The dinner for two would have been an opportunity to discuss their future plans. He had spent the entire day with a web designer in Berlin, and his plan for a completely new site, was growing up: new graphics, new services, interactivity: it would have been something completely different moreover, that already existed in the network. His idea was not to create a simple website, but a precise location; a virtual place, yes, but well defined in space and time. A kind of mediatic home of plasures, where the customers could move, as if to perceive they were belonging there. It would have been different from all the rest even for a unique feature: it had to be, or appear to be, absolutely inaccessible. No banners, no free tour, no millions hits per week. A closed house, literally, for the prying eyes of occasional passers. It would have been the equivalent of a very elite private club, whose access would have been considered a real privilege.
On the other hand only that afternoon she saw for the first time Milena in her astonishing majesty and, for heaven’s sake, he would have bet the whole house: a lot of people were ready to bleed, just to see her on a fifteen inches screen.
In his projects Milena was the first of a series of models, specially "trained" for the new site, a host of beautiful, naturally gifted girls as never seen anywhere else: he had already done some ads in search of pregnant girls and had to start in a few days with the first job interviews.
He went into the living room, saw the table already set, and an infinite sadness came upon him: fuck the Brandenburg cuisine, he thought; he didn’t feel to eat there in solitude. So he gave instructions to the staff to bring the meal to Lisa upstairs, went out and took his car, direction Berlin.
Lisa was definitely a good fork: seeing her at the table you would wonder how she, although she had such an appetite could keep her body in such a perfect shape. described as enviable. She was attacking the dishes in an almost animalistic way, absolutely far from any good manner: to eat that way, with her hands while comfortably lying on the bed, was for her a real delicious must.
Brandenburg cuisine or not, while she was lying down watching TV, she devoured everything in an hungryly way, with an energy due, she knews, especially to the growing nervousness she was feeling. At the end of all that she sat on the bed, hugging her legs and squeezing the chest. Sh was wearing, as always when going to bed, the jacket of a man's pajamas.
Every so often she muted the TV and tended the senses: the intermittent buzz of the night before was continuing undaunted. When, around midnight, she heard it stopping, her heart began to beat faster. She waited in the silence of her room, and every minute that passed seemed to her an unbearable torture. Finally she encouraged herself got out of bed, barefoot. She slowly opened the door and peered into the corridor: no one around.
She took the few steps that separated her from the room aside and, without knocking, turned the knob and entered. The large bed full of pillows was empty.
"I ... Milena?" She said haltingly. She was terrified from the possible reaction that the other girl could have. Instead, she heard one voice, coming from somewhere in the darkness of the room. The tone was resolute, not friendly at all.
"Jump on the bed and undressed."
Lisa obeyed silently: took off her jacket uncovering her huge breasts, and layed on her back, gazing at the bathroom door. When opened, the light outlined the figure of Milena, standing on the door jamb. She felt her heart stopping.
She was still wearing the satin gown of that morning, tied at the waist with a belt: you could see the neckline, and the deep gulf between the two giant breasts. In backlight her body moved, swaying slowly as she approached to her: she rested at the bedside, put a knee on that and then, not without any effort, rotated the other leg, moving above her and sitting on Lisa’s belly. From that perspective, Lisa saw her towering above her, the huge mammary glands that completely hung over her: she felt her strong thighs shake her hips and felt, just for that, to be completely wet.
"So, you like playing with girls, Lisa?"
Lisa found the strength to answer.
"Milena I’m sorry, so sorry ... it will not happen again ..."
She looked at her intently, with a freezy gaze.
"It 's the second time you apologize in just two days. There won’t be a third time. She was licking you nipples, that bitch, right? "
Y. .. Yes .."
"Let’s see then, if you are good at it ..." and while saying this, she slipped hers right hand into the neckline of her gown, and moving the flap with the left, gradually pulled outher giant breas. The meat, the soft flesh coming out of the gown seemed endless. She did the same with the other boob, then began to massage them, with large circular movements of her open hands. She wasn’t looking down at Lisa: she had her eyes closed, as if looking for the merger. She pinched her nipples, pulled them gently, and then began to squeeze: the milk began to come out, and a copious rain drops began to fall on Lisa’s face and hair: the girl, Lisa opened her mouth and instinctively stuck out her tongue, as if to collect that nectar: at the same time Milena had begun to move his pelvis gently back and forth: her hot pussy was rubbing on Lisa’s belly, making her go into raptures.
"My God, my god ... please do not stop ..."
"I’m the one who’s supposed to enjoy it, baby ..." and after saying so, Milena advanced on the girl's body and, resting her hands on the bed , leaned forward. Lisa saw submerged by her huge pendulous breasts, leaning on her: she caressed them, guessing by the touch the veins in relief; then she grabbed one with two hands and began to suck it frantically. She felt unable even to breathe down there: the gaping mouth and the milk that went out anywhere, but nevertheless she went on, panting and swallowing all of the time. She was sure to experience a continuous orgasm: her thighs, her buttocks her vagina, were completely soaked. Milena, from above, looked amused. She had full control of the situation, and when she saw Lisa completely abandoned to pleasure, clutching the headboard she rose painfully to her feet on the bed. Lisa opened her eyes and saw Milena loomig above her, with her legs apart and the vulva which was getting closer to her face. Milena sat on her, tightening her head between her thighs, the immense breasts pressed against the headboard the brass bed.
"Now, you have to make me come, baby."
Lisa dug her nails into her buttocks, and with her tongue began to lick her pussy: she was feeling the full weight of that incredible body on herself, but even so, at the slightest whimper of delight coming out from Milena’s mouth, she felt a shock down her spine. Its flavor, the liquid that flowed down her throat, she felt it a thousand times more delicious than anything she had ever tasted.
Milena felt the excitement began to grow and moved the belly back and forth, looking for the tongue of Lisa: with her hands gripping the headboard, now she was banging rhythmically the huge breasts against it, squirting milk everywhere.
Finally, she reached the peak of orgasm, her back arched backwards and she fell back on the bed. Lisa, with her hands between her legs turned to the side, biting the pillow, with her entire body shaken by chills.
When she opened her eyes Milena was watching her, naked and magnificent, lying on her side with the gigantic breasts overflowing on the sheets.
"You were good tonight." – She said with her particular hoarse voice.
"I think we could become good friends."
Lisa seemed to touch the sky with a finger. She smiled and thanked her, lowering her eyes.
"Don’t thank me, you silly girl. Kiss me."