Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
“So you never got married.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t get to lie with Brother Simon before I left, so I’m still pure.”
Uncle Amos looks at me in surprise, but I smile up at him.
“I’m not too upset that he didn’t lie with me. He was very old, and his true wives didn’t speak kindly of his abilities.”
“Little lamb, it sounds like you dodged a bullet.”
“Would you like me to cook dinner?” I ask, and I see Uncle Amos is going to protest. “Please, it’s something I’ve really missed since being taken from the compound.”
“I sure would love to have a home-cooked meal.” He looks down at my body again and then quickly glances away.
Wanting to show Uncle Amos how appreciative I am, I take his hand and hold it close to my chest. “Thank you for letting me come live with you. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I don’t think I will,” he says, his voice deeper than before.
The contrast of his dirty, rough hand against my smooth clean skin is startling, but I give his hand another squeeze before we both walk back to the house.
Chapter Two
AMOS
“That was a fine meal,” I say as I lean back in my chair and rub my hands over my belly. “I can’t remember the last time I ate so good.”
“I hope you left room for dessert,” Faith says as she comes into the dining room and puts down a large slice of apple pie.
“Day one and you’re spoiling me. I could get used to this.” I’m so full, but my mouth begins to water at the sight of the pie.
“Would you like milk?” she offers, and I nod.
“That would be great.” I grab my fork, but as I go to take a bite, I’m confused when she starts to unlace the top of her dress. “Little lamb, what are you doing?”
“I didn’t get a chance to bottle any up when I got here, but you don’t mind drinking straight from me, do you?”
She smiles so innocently as she finishes untying the front and separates the material. Her full, creamy tits swell out of the restraint of her top and fall forward like an offering from the Lord.
“Jesus,” I breathe as I see her pretty pink nipples already dripping with milk. My cock responds in kind, and I feel my own leakage wet the front of my overalls.
“I told you I was the milk maid,” she says with a sense of pride in her voice.
I can’t take my eyes off her leaking mounds as I think about men lining up to suck on her like a bunch of calves chasing their mamas. Suddenly I’m angry, and I don’t know why.
“You just go around letting people get a taste whenever they want?” I grip the edge of my chair to keep from reaching for her soft flesh.
“No, Uncle Amos. I only fed the babies when the other moms needed help.” She steps closer and holds up her tits that have to be heavy and aching. “I didn’t get to bring anything with me to pump, so it’s been a few days, and they’re extra full.”
My cock is rock hard like the steel of a sledgehammer, and all I want to do is slide it between those fat titties. I want to fuck her milkers until they squirt on me and then I want her to suck it off. Thoughts of her drinking my cum while she leaks has me rubbing the front of my overalls.
“And what do you want me to do?” I have to swallow the saliva building in my mouth at the need for her sweet cream. Fuck, she’s barely legal, and already she’s ripe as a spring heifer.
“I thought you could have some milk with your pie.” Just then a tiny pearl of milk drips down to her fingers, and I nearly cum in my pants. “Is this wrong?”
She goes to pull the material of her dress back around to cover herself, but I grab her wrist gently and shake my head. “No little lamb, this is perfect. Come here and let me get a swallow.”
I pull her closer so that she’s standing between my legs, and then I put my hands on her back so she can’t get away. Her tits are right at my face like this, and I lean forward and nuzzle between them. She smells like fresh milk and clean linens, and I close my eyes. My mouth drifts to her wet nipple like I’m a newborn, and instinct takes over. My lips part over her nipple, I latch on, and my fingers dig into her back.
The first pull gives me her sweetness, and I do it again, faster the second time. I get a mouthful and then swallow hard before I move to the next. It’s running down my chin by the time I take another full drink, but it doesn’t stop me or slow me down.