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)
“That feels so much better than when the babies do it,” Faith says and runs her fingers through my hair as I keep nursing. “Thank you, Uncle Amos.”
I’m greedy as I drink until there’s hardly anything left and then rub her nipples on my face. They’re tight little pebbles, and yet she’s so soft against my rough skin.
“Thank you, little lamb,” I say as I wipe my chin with the back of my hand and sit back in the seat. Her tits look just as big and creamy as before but maybe not as swollen.
“Uncle Amos, why does it tingle here?” I look down to see she’s pressing her thighs together while her hands are tangled in the front of her dress. “It never did that before when the babies drank.”
God help me, she needs a licking right now, and I’m eager to do it. Virgin pussy sweetened with milk? It’s like she’s made for me.
“That’s because you didn’t let them drink from there.” I reach under her dress and cup her pussy. She gasps and then nods. “Yeah, you should let me do it for you. I’ll make it better,” I say as I rock forward in my chair and feel my dick harden.
“Is that something you’re allowed to do?”
“Oh yeah, now that you’re mine, I can take care of you.”
“All right, as long as it’s okay.” She smiles.
“Lean back, little lamb.” She puts her ass on the table, and I push up the dress. “Hold on to this for me.”
I grab the top of her panties and pull them down her thighs before I spread them wide. Then I inhale the scent of her fresh cunt and bury my face in it.
“Uncle Amos!” she cries out and tries to get away from me. But I’ve ridden countless broncs, and I won’t be thrown off this one.
I suck on her clit like I did her milk tits, and eventually, she settles down. “That’s it. Easy, girl,” I tell her as I push a finger inside and feel how fucking tight she is.
Old Brother Simon might not have gotten her cherry, but I’m getting to taste it on day one. Now that she’s mine, I’ll have her bent over and getting bred like a prize steer before the week is done.
When the agency called me and told me I had a ward, I never thought about what would happen next. Then I took one look at my little lamb, and I knew my days of cumming in a pocket pussy were over. She’s going to be my new fuck toy, and my cock won’t ache for days like it did before. I’ll be sinking into this honey pot every chance I get, and since she’s already ripe for milking, I’m going to get fat off her cream.
“Fuck, you’re a gift, little lamb. My reward.”
“Uncle Amos, it tingles,” she whines as I lick her clit over and over.
“Come on now, give me what’s mine.” I lick it again, and she cries out. “That’s it, come on, girl. Give it up, just like that.” When her eyes squeeze shut, I know she’s close. “Easy. Steady, girl, a little more.”
Just then her back arches off the table, and she screams out as she cums on my finger. I’m there to lap it up and rub my face in it. I’ve never had pussy this good or this young, and it makes me hard thinking about all the things I’m going to teach her.
It will be just like breaking in a horse. I’ll ride her hard and show her who's in charge, but she’ll be glad for it by the time it’s done.
Chapter Three
FAITH
After supper last night, Uncle Amos tucked me into bed because I could hardly keep my eyes open. Maybe it was all the stress of not knowing what was going to happen, but more likely it was because he put his mouth between my legs.
The wives I lived with would tell me about their husband and the things he did to them. I never remember them saying it felt this good, or I would have been more eager to get married sooner. In fact, there was never talk about the women being kissed down there, only the wives doing it when their husbands told them to.
Uncle Amos also told me after he tucked me in that we didn’t have to be married for him to do his husband duties to me since he’s my uncle. It made me feel a lot better about enjoying how good it felt. Now he can keep doing it, and we don’t have to worry about it being a sin.
This morning, I woke up before the sun and began cleaning the house. It’s not really dirty, but I can tell that my new home needs a woman’s touch. After cleaning, I cooked Uncle Amos a big breakfast since he’d already gotten up before me and went to the barn to feed the animals.