Page 3 of Milky Secret

“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.

ChapterThree

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 kisseddown 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.

Once it’s ready for him, I go outside and ring the triangle so he knows he can come eat. I’m just finishing putting his plate on his food when he comes inside in his overalls and cowboy hat. He’s dirty from feeding the horses, but I don’t mind. He smells like fresh hay and the outdoors and something earthy like dirt and sweat. It reminds me that he’s working hard to keep a roof over our heads, and I’m so grateful.

I rush over to him and go up on my toes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Morning, little lamb.” His raspy voice in my ear sends a shiver down my spine, and I lean into his scruffy beard. “You got some fresh milk for me?”

“Yes, sir,” I say, and my breasts feel heavy.

He nods as he pulls me over to the chair before he sits down and places me on his lap. He nods to the front of my dress and I unlace the top for him, already knowing what to do.

Last night when he nursed from me, it made me throb between my legs. I’m eager for him to do it again because I want to please him, and it makes me feel good.

“Look at you,” he says as he pushes the material out of the way and rubs his thumb over my milky nipple. “Already dripping for me.”

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