Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
I was going to come just from that and the fantastic fucking I was getting.
I gripped the machine even tighter, my breasts swaying with every movement, milk still shooting out from my nipples.
“You feel so good,” he murmured again, his voice thick with lust. “Your cunt… it’s perfect. Just like I imagined.”
“Come for me, Dolly,” he demanded, his thrusts growing harder, faster. He stretched his arm out and cranked the machine up another notch, the suction harder, more powerful. It stimulated me in ways I didn’t know possible.
And then I came.
My orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched around his cock in a series of powerful spasms. He groaned, his hips slamming into mine as he followed me over the edge, his dick pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.
I felt the thick, hot ropes fill me before squirting out the sides of where he penetrated me as if his load was so hefty my body couldn’t contain it all.
When we both came down from our orgasmic high, I was trembling. Uncle Brooks pulled his dick out of me, my pussy juices and his cum leaked out of me and dribbled down my thighs. He whispered praises into my ear, and I smiled, feeling loved more than anything.
Uncle Brooks kissed the top of my head then carefully removed the suction cups from my breasts, the cold air tingling against my sensitive nipples. Ever so gently, he bent his head and kissed each peak and licked away the residual milk. Then he leaned up, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both sweet and possessive.
Before I could stand, Uncle Brooks scooped me in his arms and carried me out of the barn, right into the house, and into the shower.
There, he bathed me carefully, washed my hair, and was so very gentle with my sensitive breasts. We had chores to do, animals to take care of, and a farm to run, but right now, for this brief moment in time… it was about us.
EPILOGUE
DOLLY
The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Uncle Brooks’s bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room.
This was my home now. I had no intention of going back to my old life, not when I was so deeply in love with my uncle.
I stirred awake, the familiar ache in my breasts pulling me from sleep. They were heavy, swollen, and tender. Although it was highly uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but smile.
I shifted, feeling the dampness where my nipples had rubbed against and leaked milk onto my nightgown.
I felt my cheeks heat as I gently touched the soft mounds. They were full like this every morning, the weight of them comforting and strange all at once.
Usually, my uncle was right there, helping to relieve the ache by suckling my breasts, drawing the milk from them and taking heavy gulps. But I was alone in the room this morning and got up to go search for him.
It had been months since I’d arrived, and the farm felt like home in a way I hadn’t expected. In all honesty, it felt more like home than… home.
We worked side by side during the day, tending to the animals and the land, and spent our evenings together lost in pleasure and orgasms.
I slipped into the bathroom and peeled off my nightgown, the fabric clinging slightly to my damp skin. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, my breasts round and full, my nipples dark and stiff with tiny beads of milk clinging to my skin.
I traced my fingers lightly over the areola; the touch sending a shiver through me. These were his now just as much as the rest of me was. The thought made my stomach tighten and my pussy grow wet. Unable to resist, I swiped a finger over one of my nipples and scooped up the milk onto the tip then sucked it into my mouth.
A groan passed between my lips while my cunt pulsed and moistened just from the small taste. I really wanted to milk my breast with one hand and fuck myself with the other, but I was on a mission. I needed to find my man. My Uncle Brooks.
I dressed quickly, pulling on a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts, not bothering with a bra because he’d be draining my breasts before any actual work would be done.
The ache in my breasts was getting harder to ignore, the pressure building as I made my way downstairs, each step bouncing my tits, causing beads of milk to leak from my nipples. I stepped on the landing and let the scent of coffee and bacon greet me. Uncle Brooks was already in the kitchen, shirtless and holding a cup of coffee.
His broad shoulders flexed as he turned, and our gazes locked, his eyes lowering to note my heaving tits and the wet circles over my nipples because I was so full.