Lisa woke up early, full of excitement - an emotion she had not felt in a long time, really not since she was a small child about to leave for the holidays. She called Gunther early in the morning, asking if he could arrange for two horses as soon as possible.
"Do you think I'm going to take up riding at my age?"
"No, no! It’s for Milena. We’ll take a ride down to the lake." The man stayed sunk in silence for a while.
"I don’t think that Dr. Bohm would agree. She must continue the treatment she has started - you know that her drug and therapy regimens have to be followed ... "
"I honestly don’t care about programs or about Dr. Bohm - just today, we're taking a vacation, and we'll get back to work tomorrow. Okay?”
Naturally, Gunther knew that if Lisa decided on something, there was no way to change her mind. Rather, he was wondering what Milena thought about it all ... and why ...
The stable-hand was sitting on the back of a bench near the villa; with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he was fiddling with his cell phone. Behind him, on the lawn, the two horses were quietly grazing.
He was thinking he absolutely had to get a picture of that woman he had seen the day before. None of his friends had believed him, when he told them that he had been face to face with a girl who was ... at least ... a double-P rack?
He certainly was not prepared for what he saw that morning, when the door of the house opened.
Lisa came out in boots, jeans and flowered shirt, and her appearance alone caused a violent reaction in his groin; and then, behind her, appeared a woman of unimaginable proportions. Her wide hips were blatantly outlined in tight jodhpurs; even if they looked abundant when compared to Lisa's hips, they disappeared in comparison with the gigantic breasts contained in a white blouse stretched to its maximum capacity. The two women paused in the doorway, the incredibly-large woman steadied herself against the frame, and they slowly and deliberately descended the short staircase, looking to the sides around their vast frontages so they could see the steps. Even the few steps set their mammoth bosoms bobbing ponderously. Milena was laughing delightedly.
"When I said I never mounted a beast ... I meant a horse!"
"Well, then you will realize that with real animals, it's much easier ..."
The boy's jaw dropped, and he stood open-mouthed like a complete simpleton.
Lisa, with practiced ease in handling horses, went to the bay she'd ridden the previous day, took the reins, and gently caressed his muzzle.
"These horses are accustomed to Sunday tourists, don’t worry." She had brought saddlebags, and as she talked to the animal she secured the bag and then turned to the groom.
"So, aren’t you supposed to help a woman get on a horse?" And she gestured with her chin in the direction of Milena.
The boy seemed embalmed; after a few seconds he realized she was talking to him, and, tentatively, he went to the horse.
"Y ... yes... you must put your left foot here, there ... in the stirrup."
Milena couldn’t stop laughing. She put her boot in the stirrup, took the reins and clung to the pommel of the saddle. Then, with a deliberately staid tone: "Do you mind giving me a little nudge from behind, young man?"
The boy looked at his hands, as if undecided where to put them; then, bending over, put his left palm under the thigh of Milena, his right hand on her hefty buttock, and, at her hop, pushed upward. The woman threw her right leg over the animal and settled herself easily.
"Now what? Up until now, I've only seen this in the movies ..."
Lisa was already on her horse and was looking at her with an open smile.
"Well, now you have to tighten your thighs on its flanks, make it know you are there, just sit back a little."
"Okay, so far so good ..."
"Now you do like me, give it a tap with the bridle on its neck and try to get your body in rhythm with its steps."
"Wow, it works!"
The two horses had fallen into position by themselves, side by side, and they walked slowly down the dirt road leading to the lake.
The boy was standing there, stunned; with his mouth open, he looked at them disappear into the trees.
He noticed the phone resting on the bench and thought himself a perfect idiot.
The two horses slow-jogged down toward the lake, picking up the pace a little to the most vigorous gait that the women's too-heavy breasts could tolerate. On the lake path, Lisa slowed back to a walk, drawing a gasp of relief from Milena – even the gentle jog had set her milk-heavy tubs of flesh into uncomfortable jarring back and forth. Now, back to a walk, she sighed and enjoyed feeling the great weight of her breasts hanging from her shoulders and swaying slightly but ponderously to the horse's gait. The sun shone high in the branches, casting patches of light on the undergrowth, from which rose a strong scent of musk and resins. Everything around them was perfect in its simplicity - the wind in the leaves, the chirping of sparrows, the hooves on dirt. Milena sighed once more, happily, at the bucolic scene, and gloried in suddenly having become - been made, by Bohm's process - part of nature herself – a prize cow, placidly wandering through the fields, udders bursting with rich milk. Milena would have sworn she could actually feel herself stretching, her breasts swollen even larger and sagging even lower with their great load of milk.
The two women talked continuously, like girls at school.
"I ran away from home at sixteen," Milena was saying.
"I had taken so many beatings from my father that any alternative seemed better. So I arrived in Berlin and I stayed two years in a community center. And in the end, that was much worse. A lot of untermenschen idiots that basically thought of you like underwear - every now and then one of them remembered you had a pussy and jumped on you, without even asking."
Lisa was silent, her eyes fixed on the horse's mane.
"And then?" she said.
"Then one day, while I was walking around Berlin, a guy who could have been my father stopped me. He said he was looking for a barmaid for his club, and that I looked like I'd fit. Okay, I say. He takes me to Hamburg, and after I worked there for a few days, he slaps me and puts his fucking hands on me. That's something that I just can’t stand, not since what I put up with from my father. So I break a glass on his head and run away."
"Wow," Lisa interjected, looking at her.
"Uh-huh. I ended up in this nightclub, where I got to know Gunther. I worked for him for nearly five years, first as a bartender and then as a dancer. After that, I fell for a fool who carted me all around Germany for six years, before I gave up on the dancing."
"And now ... you're married?"
"Are you kidding? Of course not! I have a son, yes, but his father has never seen him. He didn’t even deign to admit to being the father, that asshole - he ran a week after I told him I was pregnant ... "
Lisa was listening with her head down. "I'm sorry. You can’t say that you've been lucky with men."
Milena looked at her with a smile, eyebrow arched in her typical expression. "Yeah. Maybe they’re not the kind for me ... "
Lisa looked up and smiled back.
"And what about you, with men?" Milena asked abruptly.
"What ... me?"
"Yes, you - don’t you have a man, a boyfriend ..."
"No, I can’t have any men." Hearing that, Milena looked at her curiously.
"You can’t have any men? You can have any man you want. You're one of the most famous models on the entire Web. If you just whistled, men would run here from everywhere."
"Yes, I know that, but I mean ... I can’t have them because they can’t touch me ..."
"What in the world do you mean?"
Lisa began to tell the story, first hesitantly and then more confidently, as she had done years before with Gunther. In the end, as when she first recounted what had happened to her, she felt better.
Milena concluded - "Well, so the two of us have found out - we know for sure that men are good for nothing. Could this be a coincidence?"
Lisa laughed, white teeth showing between her lips.
And Milena saw her for a moment as she should have been, a young girl fifteen years old.
"Well,” she said abruptly, “It's very nice to ride a real animal, but right now my butt thinks differently. And these tits weigh a ton. How about we stop somewhere?"
They had traced a path along the lake shore for a long way; now following a trail that climbed the hill, they reached a small clearing, where the thick foliage of the trees cast deep shadows. Lisa dismounted first, took off the saddlebags and spread the blanket they had brought.
Milena was still looking at her from on top of the horse.
"Hey! Remember, I’ve never been on a horse, and that means I’ve for sure never gotten off one."
"Okay, I'll help you." Lisa came over, put her hands on the woman's hefty buttocks and, while gradually lowering Milena, gently held her from behind, sliding her hands from hips up toward bosom.
"Is that better?"
"Much better, thank you." Milena turned and glanced down at her blouse; spreading out from the nipples, were two obvious large wet stains.
"I've become a regular dairy cow, look what just this little touch does." She took a nipple and squeezed, and a small geyser of milk passed through the weft of the fabric, soaking Lisa’s own breasts. She looked at Milena, with an expression of false disapproval.
"Perhaps it'll be better if we sit down. Do you want to eat something?" Lisa had gotten the kitchen staff to prepare ham and cheese sandwiches, a basket of fruit, and several bottles of beer that were still cool. They sat on the blanket in the tall grass and ate lunch with deliberate slowness, savoring the simple fare as if it were a king's meal.
Lisa felt inwardly happy; she thought back to the state of confusion which had troubled her a few days before, and was amazed at the rapid transformation of her mood.
When they had finished eating they both lay on their backs, watching the clouds scudding across the sky.
Milena, with a sigh, began to prod and poke her enormous breasts, wincing as she tested the consistency of each bloated gland.
"God, these things hurt like hell; they're as full as two sea-going tanker ships. I knew that missing the milking session..." While speaking, she rolled over and struggled to her knees and was fumbling with her blouse. Lisa, still lying down, looked on dazed at this display. "... If I don’t empty these overloaded tits I’m going to end up with a bad case of mastitis, that's for sure."
When she had finished unbuttoning the garment, her enormous breasts hung pendulously into her lap in all their balloon-like immensity. Riding, talking, eating, the lengthy effort it took to get Milena dressed and on horseback ... it had been hours, and her mammaries were noticeably more swollen than when she had left the house. Milena grasped her right breast in both hands and, not without effort, brought the nipple up to her lips. She began to suck energetically; her milk let down immediately, the liquid spewing out abundantly from the corners of her mouth, over her chin, and then flowed over the fat breast, and from there, following its soft curve, soaked into the blanket lying on the ground. She was using the suction, and kneading the bloated behemoth of a breast, to get the milk flowing and then let it run out – the fluid was gushing too fast, and there was too much of it, for her to swallow any appreciable portion. As Lisa watched in heart-thumping wonder, Milena had to let her trembling arms down and lower the huge, fat udder to hang heavily against her belly. It was evident that just holding up that gigantic mammary gland involved considerable physical effort – more strength than she had. After a pause of labored breathing, she raised her eyes to Lisa and, in a tone as normal as possible, said: “I can’t do this by myself. Would you do me a big favor, baby?"
Then, without another word, she lay on her side and closed her eyes.
Lisa felt her head spin dizzily. She crawled over to the other woman on all fours, crouched at her side and began to suck at the mammoth breasts.
"Good ... good ... better now ..." Eyes still shut tight, Milena slid her hands over Lisa's body, tracing her curves, arrived at the buttons of her jeans, undid them, and put her hand in, searching for the vagina. Completely wet.
"Good ... do not stop ... it feels so much better ... I'm SO full ... the other one, now ... "
Lisa would not have stopped even for all the gold in the world. It was not only sexually arousing, she felt something different, something affecting her right down in the pit of her stomach. She knew she was in love with this woman, literally.
"You can touch me if you like." Milena said that as she reclined on her back; she took Lisa’s hand and led it gently between her thighs. She opened her pants and waited for Lisa to do the rest. Lisa found the large vulva, put her middle finger inside and then put it to her nostrils, to enjoy the smell that made her mad. Then she went on with her hand and began to follow the contours of the labia and clitoris, thicker than any clitoris she had ever felt.
Milena began to sway her pelvis, as if urging deeper penetration; Lisa understood, and caressingly sank her fingers in further.
At the end, shaken by stronger and stronger tremors, Milena pitched over and arched her back, violently flopping her huge breasts literally into her own face. She gave a little cry of startlement at the cascade of the heavy glands against her cheeks, but the cry immediately became one of ecstatic release, and then with a final shudder she lay back, sated, on the blanket, with her eyes closed. A broad smile lit her face.
The horses grazed peacefully, unaware of the grand spectacle they had witnessed.
"Do you think I'm going to take up riding at my age?"
"No, no! It’s for Milena. We’ll take a ride down to the lake." The man stayed sunk in silence for a while.
"I don’t think that Dr. Bohm would agree. She must continue the treatment she has started - you know that her drug and therapy regimens have to be followed ... "
"I honestly don’t care about programs or about Dr. Bohm - just today, we're taking a vacation, and we'll get back to work tomorrow. Okay?”
Naturally, Gunther knew that if Lisa decided on something, there was no way to change her mind. Rather, he was wondering what Milena thought about it all ... and why ...
The stable-hand was sitting on the back of a bench near the villa; with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he was fiddling with his cell phone. Behind him, on the lawn, the two horses were quietly grazing.
He was thinking he absolutely had to get a picture of that woman he had seen the day before. None of his friends had believed him, when he told them that he had been face to face with a girl who was ... at least ... a double-P rack?
He certainly was not prepared for what he saw that morning, when the door of the house opened.
Lisa came out in boots, jeans and flowered shirt, and her appearance alone caused a violent reaction in his groin; and then, behind her, appeared a woman of unimaginable proportions. Her wide hips were blatantly outlined in tight jodhpurs; even if they looked abundant when compared to Lisa's hips, they disappeared in comparison with the gigantic breasts contained in a white blouse stretched to its maximum capacity. The two women paused in the doorway, the incredibly-large woman steadied herself against the frame, and they slowly and deliberately descended the short staircase, looking to the sides around their vast frontages so they could see the steps. Even the few steps set their mammoth bosoms bobbing ponderously. Milena was laughing delightedly.
"When I said I never mounted a beast ... I meant a horse!"
"Well, then you will realize that with real animals, it's much easier ..."
The boy's jaw dropped, and he stood open-mouthed like a complete simpleton.
Lisa, with practiced ease in handling horses, went to the bay she'd ridden the previous day, took the reins, and gently caressed his muzzle.
"These horses are accustomed to Sunday tourists, don’t worry." She had brought saddlebags, and as she talked to the animal she secured the bag and then turned to the groom.
"So, aren’t you supposed to help a woman get on a horse?" And she gestured with her chin in the direction of Milena.
The boy seemed embalmed; after a few seconds he realized she was talking to him, and, tentatively, he went to the horse.
"Y ... yes... you must put your left foot here, there ... in the stirrup."
Milena couldn’t stop laughing. She put her boot in the stirrup, took the reins and clung to the pommel of the saddle. Then, with a deliberately staid tone: "Do you mind giving me a little nudge from behind, young man?"
The boy looked at his hands, as if undecided where to put them; then, bending over, put his left palm under the thigh of Milena, his right hand on her hefty buttock, and, at her hop, pushed upward. The woman threw her right leg over the animal and settled herself easily.
"Now what? Up until now, I've only seen this in the movies ..."
Lisa was already on her horse and was looking at her with an open smile.
"Well, now you have to tighten your thighs on its flanks, make it know you are there, just sit back a little."
"Okay, so far so good ..."
"Now you do like me, give it a tap with the bridle on its neck and try to get your body in rhythm with its steps."
"Wow, it works!"
The two horses had fallen into position by themselves, side by side, and they walked slowly down the dirt road leading to the lake.
The boy was standing there, stunned; with his mouth open, he looked at them disappear into the trees.
He noticed the phone resting on the bench and thought himself a perfect idiot.
The two horses slow-jogged down toward the lake, picking up the pace a little to the most vigorous gait that the women's too-heavy breasts could tolerate. On the lake path, Lisa slowed back to a walk, drawing a gasp of relief from Milena – even the gentle jog had set her milk-heavy tubs of flesh into uncomfortable jarring back and forth. Now, back to a walk, she sighed and enjoyed feeling the great weight of her breasts hanging from her shoulders and swaying slightly but ponderously to the horse's gait. The sun shone high in the branches, casting patches of light on the undergrowth, from which rose a strong scent of musk and resins. Everything around them was perfect in its simplicity - the wind in the leaves, the chirping of sparrows, the hooves on dirt. Milena sighed once more, happily, at the bucolic scene, and gloried in suddenly having become - been made, by Bohm's process - part of nature herself – a prize cow, placidly wandering through the fields, udders bursting with rich milk. Milena would have sworn she could actually feel herself stretching, her breasts swollen even larger and sagging even lower with their great load of milk.
The two women talked continuously, like girls at school.
"I ran away from home at sixteen," Milena was saying.
"I had taken so many beatings from my father that any alternative seemed better. So I arrived in Berlin and I stayed two years in a community center. And in the end, that was much worse. A lot of untermenschen idiots that basically thought of you like underwear - every now and then one of them remembered you had a pussy and jumped on you, without even asking."
Lisa was silent, her eyes fixed on the horse's mane.
"And then?" she said.
"Then one day, while I was walking around Berlin, a guy who could have been my father stopped me. He said he was looking for a barmaid for his club, and that I looked like I'd fit. Okay, I say. He takes me to Hamburg, and after I worked there for a few days, he slaps me and puts his fucking hands on me. That's something that I just can’t stand, not since what I put up with from my father. So I break a glass on his head and run away."
"Wow," Lisa interjected, looking at her.
"Uh-huh. I ended up in this nightclub, where I got to know Gunther. I worked for him for nearly five years, first as a bartender and then as a dancer. After that, I fell for a fool who carted me all around Germany for six years, before I gave up on the dancing."
"And now ... you're married?"
"Are you kidding? Of course not! I have a son, yes, but his father has never seen him. He didn’t even deign to admit to being the father, that asshole - he ran a week after I told him I was pregnant ... "
Lisa was listening with her head down. "I'm sorry. You can’t say that you've been lucky with men."
Milena looked at her with a smile, eyebrow arched in her typical expression. "Yeah. Maybe they’re not the kind for me ... "
Lisa looked up and smiled back.
"And what about you, with men?" Milena asked abruptly.
"What ... me?"
"Yes, you - don’t you have a man, a boyfriend ..."
"No, I can’t have any men." Hearing that, Milena looked at her curiously.
"You can’t have any men? You can have any man you want. You're one of the most famous models on the entire Web. If you just whistled, men would run here from everywhere."
"Yes, I know that, but I mean ... I can’t have them because they can’t touch me ..."
"What in the world do you mean?"
Lisa began to tell the story, first hesitantly and then more confidently, as she had done years before with Gunther. In the end, as when she first recounted what had happened to her, she felt better.
Milena concluded - "Well, so the two of us have found out - we know for sure that men are good for nothing. Could this be a coincidence?"
Lisa laughed, white teeth showing between her lips.
And Milena saw her for a moment as she should have been, a young girl fifteen years old.
"Well,” she said abruptly, “It's very nice to ride a real animal, but right now my butt thinks differently. And these tits weigh a ton. How about we stop somewhere?"
They had traced a path along the lake shore for a long way; now following a trail that climbed the hill, they reached a small clearing, where the thick foliage of the trees cast deep shadows. Lisa dismounted first, took off the saddlebags and spread the blanket they had brought.
Milena was still looking at her from on top of the horse.
"Hey! Remember, I’ve never been on a horse, and that means I’ve for sure never gotten off one."
"Okay, I'll help you." Lisa came over, put her hands on the woman's hefty buttocks and, while gradually lowering Milena, gently held her from behind, sliding her hands from hips up toward bosom.
"Is that better?"
"Much better, thank you." Milena turned and glanced down at her blouse; spreading out from the nipples, were two obvious large wet stains.
"I've become a regular dairy cow, look what just this little touch does." She took a nipple and squeezed, and a small geyser of milk passed through the weft of the fabric, soaking Lisa’s own breasts. She looked at Milena, with an expression of false disapproval.
"Perhaps it'll be better if we sit down. Do you want to eat something?" Lisa had gotten the kitchen staff to prepare ham and cheese sandwiches, a basket of fruit, and several bottles of beer that were still cool. They sat on the blanket in the tall grass and ate lunch with deliberate slowness, savoring the simple fare as if it were a king's meal.
Lisa felt inwardly happy; she thought back to the state of confusion which had troubled her a few days before, and was amazed at the rapid transformation of her mood.
When they had finished eating they both lay on their backs, watching the clouds scudding across the sky.
Milena, with a sigh, began to prod and poke her enormous breasts, wincing as she tested the consistency of each bloated gland.
"God, these things hurt like hell; they're as full as two sea-going tanker ships. I knew that missing the milking session..." While speaking, she rolled over and struggled to her knees and was fumbling with her blouse. Lisa, still lying down, looked on dazed at this display. "... If I don’t empty these overloaded tits I’m going to end up with a bad case of mastitis, that's for sure."
When she had finished unbuttoning the garment, her enormous breasts hung pendulously into her lap in all their balloon-like immensity. Riding, talking, eating, the lengthy effort it took to get Milena dressed and on horseback ... it had been hours, and her mammaries were noticeably more swollen than when she had left the house. Milena grasped her right breast in both hands and, not without effort, brought the nipple up to her lips. She began to suck energetically; her milk let down immediately, the liquid spewing out abundantly from the corners of her mouth, over her chin, and then flowed over the fat breast, and from there, following its soft curve, soaked into the blanket lying on the ground. She was using the suction, and kneading the bloated behemoth of a breast, to get the milk flowing and then let it run out – the fluid was gushing too fast, and there was too much of it, for her to swallow any appreciable portion. As Lisa watched in heart-thumping wonder, Milena had to let her trembling arms down and lower the huge, fat udder to hang heavily against her belly. It was evident that just holding up that gigantic mammary gland involved considerable physical effort – more strength than she had. After a pause of labored breathing, she raised her eyes to Lisa and, in a tone as normal as possible, said: “I can’t do this by myself. Would you do me a big favor, baby?"
Then, without another word, she lay on her side and closed her eyes.
Lisa felt her head spin dizzily. She crawled over to the other woman on all fours, crouched at her side and began to suck at the mammoth breasts.
"Good ... good ... better now ..." Eyes still shut tight, Milena slid her hands over Lisa's body, tracing her curves, arrived at the buttons of her jeans, undid them, and put her hand in, searching for the vagina. Completely wet.
"Good ... do not stop ... it feels so much better ... I'm SO full ... the other one, now ... "
Lisa would not have stopped even for all the gold in the world. It was not only sexually arousing, she felt something different, something affecting her right down in the pit of her stomach. She knew she was in love with this woman, literally.
"You can touch me if you like." Milena said that as she reclined on her back; she took Lisa’s hand and led it gently between her thighs. She opened her pants and waited for Lisa to do the rest. Lisa found the large vulva, put her middle finger inside and then put it to her nostrils, to enjoy the smell that made her mad. Then she went on with her hand and began to follow the contours of the labia and clitoris, thicker than any clitoris she had ever felt.
Milena began to sway her pelvis, as if urging deeper penetration; Lisa understood, and caressingly sank her fingers in further.
At the end, shaken by stronger and stronger tremors, Milena pitched over and arched her back, violently flopping her huge breasts literally into her own face. She gave a little cry of startlement at the cascade of the heavy glands against her cheeks, but the cry immediately became one of ecstatic release, and then with a final shudder she lay back, sated, on the blanket, with her eyes closed. A broad smile lit her face.
The horses grazed peacefully, unaware of the grand spectacle they had witnessed.
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