Chapter Thirteen

The house was empty; apparently everyone had already gone to bed. Lisa climbed the stairs, walking silently to her room. She halted at the landing, noticing the room down the corridor – under the door a thin sliver of light showed. She went to her own room and was about to turn the knob when she stopped and stood motionless, her senses trying to decipher a barely-audible sound. It was a kind of intermittent buzzing, coming from Milena’s room. She felt her curiosity grow; she knew she could not sleep without finding out what the almost-sound was. So she walked down to the other room, turned the knob, and slowly opened the door.
"Hello, Lisa. I was waiting for you."
 hint of a smile, her left eyebrow arched ... Milena was lying down in bed, supported by several soft pillows that propped her up in a semi-reclining position with her lustrous dark hair just touching the headboard.
Lisa was paralyzed by the vision lying before her, sprawled and immobile. Her two gigantic breasts, so freakishly oversized were overflowing from her chest, and easily overlapping her arms where the limbs lay next to her sides. But the monstrous mammaries were not flattened as they lay on her, but were bulging up from her chest, giving the impression of extreme fullness. The enormous masses were shot through with a network of blueish veins, just beneath the translucent skin, and thicker, darker blood vessels were hinted at deeper inside the glands. The huge dark-brown areolae were visible under twin glass bowls somehow attached to the front of Milena's breasts, each bowl with several tubes connected to an apparatus placed next to the bed. The sound, audible now as an underlying throb and a gentle accompanying hiss, came from the apparatus – some kind of powerful vacuum pump, which was alternately exhausting air from the bowls and letting some back in, the emptying of air causing, rhythmically, a hypnotic stretch-and-relax of the giant nipples.
"Come in."
Lisa took a few steps toward her, timidly, almost fearfully. Her mouth was open in amazement.
"You ... you ..."
"Yes?"
"You ... you are … you're immense!"
Milena laughed, amused. She did not move, lying completely still and tilting her head and pursing her lips.
"Yes, I think that is the right word. I am immense. Or I am huge, colossal, gigantic ... "
She pulled her right arm from under the breast on that side, and held out her hand.
"Come, don’t be afraid. It's just one of my three daily milking sessions, but I'm almost finished." After she finished speaking, she flicked a switch on a handset and turned off the machine. The hum ceased instantly. The silence was then filled with the typical popping noise of a vacuum-seal being broken, as she pulled first one bowl and then the other from her behemoth mammaries. Although freed from the industrial-grade pump now, her nipples were still turgid and erect from their extensive period under suction..
Lisa slowly walked over, then sat on the bed beside the woman.
She was unable to take her eyes off her, and Milena, smiling continuously, seemed to enjoy the intense scrutiny. All of a sudden Lisa's own famous huge breasts seemed small in the presence of those two mountains. She noticed, on the table beside the bed, two large glass canisters filled with shimmering, pale liquid.
"Today I gave three gallons of milk," Milena said casually. “It's very hard work – quite demanding, physically.”
“I may need these gigantic udders to produce the milk, but my body needs a lot of food to make it. So I have to eat enough to produce three gallons – over twenty-five pounds of milk a day. And the water! I drink five or six gallons, not just the liquid component of the milk, but the … the …paugh, ask Bohm. Digesting the food, processing it into milk, the body needs a lot of water to carry out the process. So I eat. And eat, and eat, and eat. And I have this big belly to hold it all.” She rested both palms on the swell of her round stomach, and smiled smugly.
Lisa could not believe what she was seeing - this was like she was living in a strange dream; she heard herself say: "And … What do you do, with all that milk ...?"
"We’ll have breakfast tomorrow morning!"
Milena began to laugh out loud; she was delighted at Lisa's embarrassment, it was amusing her. She went on laughing almost to tears, her gross breasts quaking with her movements. Then, when she regained control of herself, looking intensely into Lisa's eyes, she took one huge nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
A long spurt of hot milk splashed Lisa’s cheek. Milena moved her eyes from the blonde's face to her own enormous naked mammaries, as if inviting her to come to them; fearfully, Lisa bent over and nuzzled her cheek against the mountain of flesh lying along Milena's right side.
She opened her mouth, pulled the whole swollen nipple into her mouth, and started sucking. The milk came out instantly, going down her throat as she instinctively swallowed; the sweet taste was one of the best experiences she had ever felt, so intense and intoxicating. She sucked more vigorously, and while sucking she felt a strange excitement - growing chills down her spine, tremors in her legs. She began to caress Milena’s elephantine breast with both hands, following the broad contours, feeling the weight, and then lifted it gently, bringing it to her face. While sucking, she looked up and met the intense gaze of Milena. She was biting her lower lip, still smiling, with a strange expression of satisfaction. "Suck, Lisa, suck ..." and Lisa sucked even harder, feeling the liquid streams trickling from her mouth and down her chin. Lisa's head was spinning with excitement, she was drunk on the bliss of that warm, liquid sustenance.
Then, suddenly, Milena grabbed her by the hair, and forcefully pulled her greedy mouth away from the giant milkbag.
"You were nasty to me, the last time we met ..."
Lisa felt the accusation like a punch in the stomach. God, she thought to herself, don’t make me stop, don’t make me stop ... She began to caress and kiss the woman's huge areolae, nibbling at the near one and running her fingers over the milk-slicked rough surface of the other.
"Forgive me, Milena! I was stupid and arrogant, but you must forgive me." She felt the excitement between her legs; her vagina was now completely wet.
"I’ll forgive, if you’ll deserve to be forgiven ..." And after saying that, both hands still holding her hair tightly, she gently pushed Lisa's face against her belly and then down further, between her thighs. Lisa felt the smell of the woman's sex literally go into her brain; she began to lick, at first slowly and then more and more frantically, trying to push her tongue in as deep as possible. Then she gently took the swollen clit between her lips and licked it slowly, with a pleasure like none she had ever known before, heightened by the moans of satisfaction coming from the cow. She glanced up now and then, as if looking for approval, all the while Milena saying: "Good ... don't stop ..." and squeezing her head between her soft, thick thighs, almost forcing her to stay down there.
But Lisa didn’t want to stop at all; her body was moving in an uncontrolled frenzy, shaking with tremors of pleasure, until a hot and sour liquid spurted into and filled her mouth. At the same time she reached a stunning climax - the best orgasm of her life.
Hugging Milena's buttocks with both arms, her head resting on the woman's round dome of stomach, she was pervaded by a sense of inner peace she had never experienced before.
They lay there like that silently for an indefinite, dreamy time; then Lisa looked up. Milena lay still, eyes closed and face slack, like she was exhausted and asleep. The turgid nipples were still dripping steadily, drops falling to slide down the flanks of those gigantically overdeveloped breasts. Lisa started to get off the bed, and almost fell to the floor. Her legs were weak; it took a bit of effort to find her balance.
When she got to the door, she turned around. Milena had awakened, and was watching her intently.
"You were good, but you can do much better. I'll wait for you, tomorrow evening at the same time."

Lisa jumped into bed in her room, in a state of total confusion. She had just lived the best sexual experience of her life - actually, perhaps the only real sexual experience of her life. She had never felt a pleasure so intense, a feeling so strong. Her body was still seized with powerful shudders even at the thought.
Yet she knew all this was irrational. In her modeling career, she had staged enactments like this hundreds of times - pretended lesbian relationships with other girls. Sometimes she even felt pleasure, but always in a controlled way. She understood that her pleasure derived mainly from the flattery and obsequious admiration that other women always gave her, particularly those with the very biggest breasts who had walked in and seen their pretensions deflated at the first comparison with her own enormous, pendulous blimp-tits. Lisa had entirely rational grounds for her previous mild pleasure – purely the satisfaction of her own ego.
Nothing like that, had happened this night. The first moment she saw Milena, she wanted to touch her, kiss her, suck these amazingly swollen breasts ... the feel of that first drop of milk on her tongue sent her completely out of control and into a state of ecstasy, losing all track of time and place. She had been completely possessed with carnal attraction. All her senses were attuned to the pleasure of that moment.
In addition to all the sensations she felt - looking at her, touching, smelling, licking - she thought of Milena’s husky voice, telling her not to stop, and she realized that even just the memory of that voice and that desire, was giving her more pleasure than anything she had experienced until then.
There was no explanation for any of it ... except that Lisa had fallen deeply in love with Milena.
She found herself, as she was finally falling asleep, counting the minutes that separated her from their next meeting.