It was Ashley's 24th birthday! She woke up, felt her swollen, pregnant belly pushing against her swollen udders, and smiled. She carefully moved the bull's arm off of her chest - who had she brought into her suite last night? Whatever - and crept to her milking machine. The sound of the pumping would probably wake him, but that just meant he could come up be...
Chapter 7 - Honey's Melons At sunrise Darling and Kelly sat side by side on the mossy bank of MilkTitty lake together, naked, shoulders touching, and their eyes drifting from the beautiful setting to one another. Never in the history of love and lust had any pair been more perfectly fit for one another. They were insatiable for each other, and as deeply in...
The day I decided to break out of my usual routine and take a little journey changed my life in a most extraordinary way. I've lived a pretty quiet life since I retired from teaching to give myself more time to write historical novels for young people. I have a contract with a publisher to produce one or two books a year based on some historical event or fam...
A Girl called Areola and her sister called Beaver by Vanessa Evans As usual, it's best if you read the earlier parts before this one. * Part 07 There was a little pause during which I had no idea what was happening (everyone was behind us) but then I heard Mr. Palmer say, "Girls, please turn over, lay along the table, put your hands behind your heads a...
The Judge had agreed to dismiss the charges of Public Indecency provided that I sought medical help and saw a Psychiatrist who was to also report back to the Judge. I was extremely thankful for the leniency and the fact that nothing would ever appear on my record. What I did was a very foolish act, which wouldn't have been a problem if we had gone somewhere...
She was strong when she needed to be: my initial impressions of Katherine was that she was brutishly powerful and yet at times as gentle as a butterfly. She was clever too: sharper than an axe with a wit that could cut through pathetic ripostes like a tropical storm would decimated sandcastles. She lived with my aunt because she worked on the farm; I lived...
Our Friday evening began like most others that we had shared lately-fighting the five o'clock traffic, rushing home to grab our bags and head out to the farm. My husband and I had been looking after his parents' place since illness had struck them and they were no longer capable of handling the five hundred acres and the chores that went with the land. We wo...
This is a fictional story with all characters over eighteen and all rights reserved to the author. Special thanks to Allison, my wonderful editor. ***** I called Elly midweek and confirmed her coming down on Saturday for lunch and overnight. She told me the boys were anxious to see Mr. Jack's house. She thought they'd probably sleep on the way down, which...
The guesthouse was located at a farm quite far out of the village and I was staying in the luxury en suite room in the annexe. The cock was crowing loudly as I slipped on a T-shirt and popped into the annexe to get some milk for my early morning tea. As I bent over the mini fridge I could feel my pussy lips swollen and wet from the dream I had had about bein...
Erin was desperate for money. He needed money to pay off school tuition and there were almost no jobs out there. Out of desperation he agreed to work on The Farm. The Farm was a prostitution facility. He would be prostituted for six months and at the end of the six months he would return home with all the money he needed for school. There was just one catc...