MOUNTAIN DADDY’S MILK & HONEY

ELENA DAWNE
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 CONTENTS

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14

Also by ELENA DAWNE

About the Author
Elena wants to kick book pirates in the balls…
 WARNING!

If you’re afraid to get wet, then this book is not for you. The
content is written to excite and delight.

This is a work of FICTION.

That means I made it all up for the sake of glorious smut —
so if you think you recognize some person or place in this
book, you either have some spicy-ass friends or an
extremely active fantasy life.
I applaud you!

This book is also intended for ADULTS.

If that’s not you, Sweet Pea, then I love your moxie, but
close the book and come back once you’ve turned eighteen.
X
 CHAPTER ONE

B en’s cozy log cabin is the same as it always was.

Every room is filled with the scent of herbs, wood
smoke, tree sap, and his raw masculine scent. It smells just
as I remember it — of safety… of home. The tension in my
body eases, but my stomach remains giddy with nerves at
how Ben might receive an unexpected visit from me after
nearly a decade.
It’s no surprise to find his cabin empty.
He was always outside more than he was in, but a quick
check of the time tells me just where he’ll be — milking.
I leave my bag on the doorstep in the late afternoon sun
and head for the barn, eager to see the only man who’s
ever cared a damn about me.
The pumping machine has a steady mechanical rhythm
to it and following my ears, I approach quietly, wanting to
catch a glimpse of Ben at work.
The man is a sight to behold. Shirtless in the summer
heat, his broad shoulders and sturdy frame are strung with
bulky corded muscles from the rugged lifestyle he lives,
and his old worn jeans hug his ass to perfection. The
creases at the corners of his eyes are friendly and inviting,
and his dark beard is peppered with silver now, making him
look even hotter.
I have no idea why my mother ever walked out on him.
 Even as a nine year old I’d had a crush on this man.
He’d take me around his high-country farm and through
the woods with him, day in and day out, giving me all the
attention Mom wouldn’t and answering every question my
curious young mind could come up with. The boundaries
he’d give me were strict, but they were made because he
cared. The remote wilderness is a dangerous place for a
young girl to get lost.
Ben’s reliable kindness easily won him my love — that,
and his endless patience with me are things I’ve not found
again since I was dragged back to the city with the rest of
Mom’s baggage.
Leaning against the barn door, I watch transfixed as Ben
brushes down the jersey cow attached to the portable
milking pump. There’s so much care and love in his
movements that I feel a little jealous of the beast, and when
he murmurs tender words in his deep, gruff voice, a shiver
runs down my spine.
Ben’s everything I want in a man.
He’s so much better than all of the many jerks Mom has
dated, and so much more appealing than any of the
immature dickheads I went to school with.
That’s why I want him to be my first.
And if I can help it — my only.
If anyone can teach me what love and sex are really
about, it’s him. Mom’s disappointing antics around the
subject have left my mind a confused mess of questions,
and I need answers. I’ve read books, browsed websites, and
even watched some of the porn that Mom’s last boyfriend
left behind, but I’ve never tried any of the things I’ve
learned. I don’t want to do that sort of thing with anyone
but Ben.
I was a child when he last saw me, and I know his
former role as a father figure in my life might complicate
matters, but I’m so desperate for him to touch me as a
woman that I’ve decided to just ask him. I was always able
to ask him anything.
It’s not as if I haven’t thought this through. I know he’s
more than twice my age but he’s perfect, and I adore him,
and I want him to be the one to show me what my body’s
capable of. The orgasms I give myself are hushed little
affairs that are over before I’m ready for them to end, and I
want to be made to moan like the women I’ve read about
and watched. I just need to know how…
Taking in another deep breath of sweet country air, I
sink against the barn door and imagine what it might be
like to take a big man like Ben. I’ve thought about it a lot
lately. Gets me wet every time.
Truth be told, I can barely think of anything else — and I
think that means I’m ready.
I slip my hand down the front of my denim cutoffs while
he’s busy disconnecting the pumping machine from his
cow’s teats. My fingers get a slippery welcome, and I think
I’m the wettest I’ve ever been. Being this close to Ben has
me soaking my panties, but that has to be a good thing.
He’s tall as fuck and his boots are massive, so his cock is
probably huge.
I shiver again as my fingers slide around my clit in slick
circles.
Ben reaches up to grab something off the shelf, and it
highlights the defined muscles in his back. He looks so
powerful and yet, as I catch the scent of honey and herbs in
the air and watch him scooping the homemade balm from
its tub, all I can think about is how well he looks after every
living creature.
Rubbing his hands together, he then applies the balm to
the cow’s teats. His long, slow movements do things to me
that I’m sure they shouldn’t. Without fully intending to, I
finger my clit a little harder. My own teats seem desperate
for Ben’s gentle touch as my hard nipples thrust toward
him through the sheer tank top I chose to wear — hoping to
entice him. I want him to see me as a grown woman now,
and not some kid he used to know. My breasts aren’t very
big, so I went with the “nipples on display” option, figuring
that I’ll need to make the most of what I do have.
Ben’s fingers curl around one of the cow’s teats and he
smooths the sweet-scented lotion downward, tugging
gently. A little milk squirts out, and he praises her as if
she’s done something beautiful and miraculous. I’d give
anything to be that cow right now.
He treats all four of her teats to the same slow, exquisite
treatment, and my clit is throbbing when he stands up and
turns my way. Our eyes meet, and I come undone.
My empty pussy clenches and quivers, and my limbs get
all twitchy as I fall into Ben’s big brown eyes while softly
whimpering my release.
Slack-jawed and suddenly breathing hard himself, Ben
looks me up and down. He takes a step closer and then
stops. Shaking his head, he uses the back of his hand to rub
his eyes, then he stares at me with an expression I’ve never
seen on his face before — as if he’s both hungry and sick all
at once.
“Maggie?”
He takes another step toward me, paling slightly as he
swears.
“What…? Why?” His eyes drop to my chest, then to the
hand I still have down my shorts. I pull it out and take my
glistening fingers to my mouth to taste the juices he’s
inspired. He curses again, and I smile.
“I’m all grown up, Ben.”
Rumbling something, he slips past, marching out of the
barn and away from me.
I chase after him. “Ben!”
He whirls around as if he’s about to growl at me, then
his eyes drop to my chest again and all the wind goes out of
his sails. Turning, he strides off toward the bear fence and
the woods at a pace I can’t hope to keep up with — not that
I’d keep chasing him after he barks at me over his shoulder.
“Don’t fucking follow me!”
 CHAPTER TWO

I sit on Ben’s porch next to my bag, waiting for him to

come back.
The sun has almost set when he finally shows up, and he
stands before me with his short hair darkened even further
with damp. Wearing a flannel shirt now, he’s buttoned it up
to reveal only a hint of the manly hair that covers his chest,
and I can’t help but think he’s tidied himself up for me. To
think that a rugged man like him would make an effort for
me is…
Pressing my lips together to keep from smiling too hard,
I get to my feet to greet him while trying to keep my
eyelashes from fluttering too uncontrollably.
“Does your mother know you’re here?” he asks, his tone
dark and grumpy.
I shrug. “She doesn’t really care where I am, so long as
it’s not near her.”
His eyes soften, and he grunts as if he understands
that’s the truth of it. He looks around, glancing at his old
truck sitting solo in the driveway. “How did you get here?”
“Hitchhiked.”
“You what?” he roars, looking me over and then cursing
under his breath.
He rakes his hand roughly through his thick hair, meets
my eyes for a moment, and then picks up my bag. “Get
inside.”
I do as I’m told, waiting in the kitchen as he carries my
bag down to the room that used to be mine. The one right
across the hall from his. He doesn’t speak to me — doesn’t
even look at me — when he returns to the kitchen. He just
goes about getting a meal ready.
“Why are you so mad at me?”
Keeping his eyes cast low, he acts as if I haven’t even
spoken — as if I’m not even there.
I’ve traveled to the middle of nowhere to be with him,
and he’s ignoring me when all I want is for him to look my
way and notice how much he means to me. I can’t take it.
“Daddy?” I whisper.
Quick as anything, Ben spins and fences me in against
the kitchen cabinets with his strong body pressed close to
mine. “You could’ve been…” His eyes squeeze shut for a
moment as if he’s in pain. “Don’t you ever hitchhike again.
You hear me?”
I nod and try not to think about how close he is as I
stare up at him. He’s so warm and powerful and there’s an
urgency in my body that’ll soon have me moving against
him if I can’t control it. All I want is for him to kiss me, but
he’s in protective father-figure mode so I know it’s the last
thing on his mind.
Or is it?
His eyes drop to my lips for a beat and I gasp, but then
he pushes away from me. Closing his eyes a moment, he
pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head as if I’ve
been naughty and he’s disappointed in my behavior.
“Go put a sweater on.”
My heart sinks, and I fold my arms over my chest to hide
my needy nipples and keep them from feeling so
underwhelming and wasted.
“Now,” he commands, shooing me from the kitchen.
I trot to my room as fast as I can, and he groans behind
me as if I’m something he doesn’t have time for.
 He used to make time for me. Always.
This reaction is not what I was expecting from him, and
it’s definitely not what I wanted.
Throwing myself face down onto the bed, I try to be
quiet as I cry into the pillow. It’s not very mature of me to
act like a big crybaby, which is why it upsets me even more
when I can’t seem to stop.
After a while, soft footsteps pad into my room, and the
mattress sinks at one side as Ben sits on the edge.
“I’m sorry I was loud,” he says quietly as he strokes my
hair. “I wasn’t expecting… this.”
I shiver under his gentle touch, and he pulls his hand
away, making me ache for it.
Sitting up slowly, I brush at my cheeks. “Do you want me
to go? I’m sorry I just showed up. School finished, and
everyone went off to find out whatever they want to do with
their lives, but all I wanted to do was come back here and
see you. I’ve missed you.”
Smiling sadly, Ben cups my face and sweeps away a tear
with his big thumb.
“Sweet girl, I’ve missed you too. Don’t cry.”
“But you’re mad at me. I feel like you’re going to send
me away, and I don’t want to go back to the city, Ben. I’m
dying there.”
Closing his eyes, Ben shakes his head. “I’m not mad at
you.” His eyes travel over me, and he sweeps my hair back
behind my ears. “I can see you that need someone to care
for you a while. You can stay. It’s okay.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Ben takes his gentle hand back and stands again. “Don’t
you go thinking you’ll get a free ride though, Maggie.
You’re going to have chores, and you’ll remember I like
things done a certain way.”
Studying me a moment, he lifts one of my arms and then
drops it as if testing its use to him. He mutters to himself
and shakes his head.
 “Look at you. Is there no food in the city? You’re so pale,
and there’s no meat on your bones.” One of his large,
tanned, working-man’s hands easily circles my wrist and
then some, making it seem dainty and frail. “You need to be
filled up with good food, fresh air, and sunshine.”
I nod. Ben can fill me up with anything he wants to. He
knows best about how to care for his creatures, and I can’t
wait for him to work his wonders on me.
“Look at these scrawny little pins,” he teases, giving my
knee a little squeeze before offering his hand to pull me up.
Looking me over again, he shakes his head once more and
then swats my butt to send me out the door. “Get your ass
to the table so I can feed you up.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I love the way that word takes on a different tone when
I’m flirting with him, and from the look in his eyes, he likes
it too. I grin at him over my shoulder, hoping he’ll watch my
ass as I sashay my way to his table. Then it hits me that
he’s said I’m too skinny.
Grabbing my cheeks to see if there’s much to hold on to,
I have to say they could definitely be rounder. My hips are
wide enough to look feminine, but I think I will definitely
make an effort to eat whatever he tells me to. If he likes a
woman to have meat on her bones, then I’ll make sure
that’s what he gets. It shouldn’t be too hard to increase my
appetite when his hearty home-cooked meals always taste
and smell so delicious.
I sit at the small, intimate table, and Ben pours me a
glass of fresh milk.
“Start with this,” he says, pouring one for himself. “Full
cream.”
Taking a sip, I wrinkle my nose. “It’s still warm!”
“That’s when it’s best,” he says, watching me with dark
eyes as he drains his glass. “You used to love it.”
His milk mustache is way too distracting to argue with,
so I lift my glass and drink every last drop.
 “That’s a good girl. We’ll have your coat shiny and bright
in no time,” he says, patting me on the head. “Pour yourself
another while I finish cooking your dinner.”
I do as I’m told and take another sip because I
remember now how good it tastes. Ben’s milk is so much
more creamy and rich than what I’ve been living with these
last ten years, and when he puts a big plate of scrambled
eggs and fresh vegetables from his garden in front of me, I
can’t believe he’s remembered my favorite meal.
“Hey, slow down,” he says, sinking into the chair
opposite with his own supper. “You’ll make yourself sick.”
“Can’t. It’s too good,” I reply, almost spraying him with
food.
He growls. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Maggie.”
Covering my mouth while I slow down to chew, I nod an
apology.
Ben picks up his fork and watches me so closely that I
feel as if I’m one of his heifers being inspected before a
sale. I sit a little higher, prouder. If there’s anything good
he can see in me, it’s there because of him. Eventually, he
starts eating too, and we enjoy our meal to the peaceful
soundtrack of a late summer’s night.
The darkness feels as if it’s closing in around us like an
intimate embrace. Just one of the cabin’s lamps has been
switched on, and its glow illuminates only us. I know it’s
not intentional, and using only one bulb is Ben’s way of not
wasting the power generated by his solar panels, but the
lighting is low and romantic, and I love the ambience as I’m
stealing glances of my favorite big and hairy mountain
man.
Finishing my plateful of food is a struggle, but Ben tells
me I’m a good girl when he takes my plate away, so it’s
worth feeling extra stuffed and sleepy. It’s so warm out, and
there’s no traffic noise, or sirens…
I close my eyes to enjoy it, but it gets awfully hard to
open them again.
 “Come on, little one,” Ben says in his deep, gravelly
voice as he lifts me into his arms. “Off to bed with you.”
“Yes, please,” I mumble, loving how big and strong he is,
and hoping he’ll let me snuggle up next to him so I can
tangle my fingers in his chest hair and slide my body
against his until I’m wet enough to take his cock. I can only
imagine it’s as big as the rest of him, and I’m desperate for
him to sink into my pussy and make himself at home. My
thighs cinch together, and I bury my face against his neck,
breathing in everything Ben.
Much to my disappointment, he puts me in my own bed.
Worried he still sees me as a child, and not brave enough to
ask if I can sleep with him tonight — naked — I pretend I’m
too limp and sleepy to care.
Laying me out on the clean sheets, Ben runs his fingers
over my hair and kisses my head as he whispers
goodnight…
Then he lingers.
Slowly and carefully, his big fingers fumble with the
button on my denim cut-offs, and then he slides them over
my ass and down my legs, grazing my skin with his rough,
callused fingers.
Yes!
It’s happening!
But before I can roll over and pull him on top of me, he
stands, pulls the lightweight quilt over me and leaves.
Leaves!
As if I’m a child who’s stayed up past her bedtime and
need to be put to sleep!
I lie awake half the night, wondering how I can make
him see me as an adult — convince him that I’m all grown
up. Maybe eating well will give me some bigger curves and
make it really obvious that I’m a woman now. Lord knows
my tiny breasts could use a little plumping.
Cupping them in my palms, I tug and stroke them as Ben
had done to his cow. I imagine it’s him doing it, but fall
asleep disappointed that my hands aren’t nearly big enough
to make the fantasy seem real.
 CHAPTER THREE

“D on’t you have any other shorts?” Ben asks, his tone
irritable as he’s washing up the breakfast dishes.
“No. What’s wrong with these ones?” I glance at my ass,
knowing how short the cut-offs are, but wanting him to
catch more than a glimpse of me. “I have a skirt, but that
doesn’t seem as practical. All my clothes are made for city-
living, so I left most things behind. Heels and swishy
dresses don’t belong here, and I… I want to fit in, Ben. Do I
look bad?”
“No,” he grunts before heading out the door.
I follow him to the henhouse, and he passes me eggs as
he collects them from the nesting boxes. When my hands
start to get too full, I use my tank top as a pouch. The
weight of the eggs pulls the fabric low until my nipples are
barely covered, but I still can’t seem to get Ben’s attention.
“Tomorrow you’ll get the eggs on your own. Go put them
in the kitchen.”
I do as I’m told and when I find him again, he’s down in
the barn. He has the milking machine on one cow and is
milking another by hand.
“How come you’re doing this one by hand? You had her
on the machine yesterday.”
Ben glances over his shoulder at me and smiles. “Little
Maggie. Always with the questions. You haven’t changed at
all.”
“I have changed! I’ve been through a whole bunch of
teenage angst since you last saw me. I’ve graduated, I can
drive, and vote, and get married if I want to.”
He looks me over and nods.
“Winifred here hasn’t been with the bull this year so she
hasn’t calved and her milk won’t come on without help. A
neighbor’s giving me a few little ones he can’t manage and
they’ll need milk so I’m bringing her on myself with some
hormones, herbs, and the pump. I’m milking her by hand in
the mornings, since it’s a little more gentle while she’s just
getting used to the pump several times a day, and I keep
Maisie’s calf in front of them so they can think about babies
while they’re pumped — that helps with getting a flow
going. I’ll take it back to two sessions a day once she’s
producing well enough.”
“You can do that? Bring milk on by pumping?”
Ben nods and massages Winifred’s udder. “She’s only
been pumped for a week and a half, but she’s starting to
get a little flow. I’ll keep pumping her, longer each day until
she’s got plenty to share. Soon her udder will swell and
she’ll be begging to come in here for a milking like old
Maisie.”
I pat Maisie’s head and give her a scratch behind the
ears. “Why will she be begging for it?”
“Her udder will swell with the milk, and it’ll be painful
for her unless it’s drained. If I left her like that she could
get sick.”
“So… once you get her started, you have to keep her
going?”
Ben nods. “Yeah. You’re getting it.”
“How big will her udder get?” Loving the way his hands
are working Winifred, I find myself wishing once again that
I had enough boob to fill Ben’s hands.
“Did you see Maisie before I hooked her up?” Ben asks,
indicating her udder size with his hands a moment before
he goes back to pulling on Winifred’s teats.
“That’s big.” I look at her udder and then check out the
volume of milk she’s given. There’s plenty, so I guess it
makes sense that her udder looks smaller now.
“The milk makes ‘em pretty big,” Ben agrees, watching
me with amusement. “I know that look, Maggie. You’re
curious as hell. You want to have a go?” He gestures at
Winifred’s teats and slides backward off his low stool so
that I can take his place.
I sit, wondering if he needs to stay as close as he is to
show me what to do, or if he wants to be close to me.
“Like this?” I ask, doing what I think he was doing.
“Almost.” Ben leans in, wrapping his big arms around
my body, and then curling his hands around my much
smaller ones. “Like this.”
I shiver against him as a barnyard chore suddenly
becomes sexy as fuck.
Cow teats are kind of long, and the way he’s got me
sliding my hands down with a tugging motion, I feel like it
might be how you play with a guy’s cock.
Ben’s cock would be bigger though. I’d probably need
two hands for it.
“Mm. You’re pretty good at that, Maggie,” Ben says
softly near my ear. “Maybe I’ll put milking on your chore
list.”
“I’d like that. Holding Winnie’s warm teats and sliding
my hands down them like this makes me feel kinda…” I
squirm on my seat, and Ben grunts as my butt grinds
against him.
He lifts me to my feet, turns me toward the barn door
and then swats my butt to get me moving as he had the
night before. “I’ve got it covered today, little one. Go weed
the veggie patch. You need the sunshine.”
I stumble my way to the vegetable garden, wondering
how a smack on my ass can make my clit tingle. There’s so
much I don’t know about my own body, and I really need
Ben to get started on my sexual awakening.
 CHAPTER FOUR

A day spent working in the garden has me hot and grubby.

There’s dirt caked on my hands, and my knees, and my
feet… and I love it.
Ben swings by and swats my butt as I’m bent over
pulling up weeds. I yelp in surprise at the sudden heat on
my flesh. It didn’t hurt it all, but does make me squirm in
my panties. His big hand covers so much of my ass that
he’s spanked me right on my pussy, and now it’s all twitchy
and throbbing.
“I’ve got a drink for you,” he says, holding up a glass of
lemonade.
I reach for it, and he pulls the glass away. “Look at your
hands. You’re filthy,” he says with a grin as he looks me up
and down. “I’ll hold it, you drink. Then you can go down to
the creek and wash off because you’re not coming in the
house like that.”
I step forward, and he holds the glass to my lips. The
cool, tart lemon taste hits my lips and I gulp it down
greedily, spilling some. Ben collects the drip from my upper
chest and takes it to his own mouth. “Messy Bessie. Off to
the creek.”
Pre-empting the send-off spank this time, I try to angle
myself so he hits my pussy again.
 The light, open-palmed smack lands right on target, and
by the time I get to the creek I’m so horny I could scream.
Washing my hands, I then strip off and lie in sunshine on
the soft green grass at the side of the creek, spread my legs
and finger myself while imagining that my knees are dirty
from Ben pushing me down and taking me from behind in
the garden.
Rubbing my clit hard, I then push as many fingers as I
can into my pussy and buck against my palm as I come. As
soon as I recover, I feel no less horny. It makes me more
determined than ever to seduce Ben, and I slide into the
cool creek to make myself more presentable for him —
which gives me an idea.
I pull on my tank top and then soak it thoroughly in the
water before checking to see if my dark nipples are visible
through the pale, wet fabric.
Perfect.
I walk back toward the cabin and spy Ben over near the
edge of the woods, head bowed as he’s leaning against a
tree. It sort of looks as if he’s pissing on its roots.
Except he’s not.
There’s nothing flowing out of his dick, and he’s not just
holding it.
He’s pumping his hand back and forth along the biggest
cock I’ve ever seen. It’s fatter than any of those I’ve seen
while watching porn, and I have to wonder at what those
penises might have looked like in real life because Ben’s
is… freaking huge.
Unable to tear my eyes away, I watch him milking his
thick cock as he had Winifred’s teats, but he’s not nearly so
gentle with himself. After several quick strokes and a few
grunts, he spurts ropes of cum into the grass, and I shiver
as I think about him spurting it into me. My pussy clenches,
and I squeeze my legs together as I hide, waiting for him to
button his jeans and move toward the house before I head
there too.
 We eat lunch in silence. Ben barely even looks at my tits,
even though he must be able to see them through my shirt
as clearly as if I was naked. It’s not like my breasts are big
enough to need a bra, so there’s literally nothing to stop
him from seeing my perky nipples.
I swallow my last mouthful and sigh. Apparently, my
small breasts are of no interest to him.
“What do you want me to do this afternoon?” I ask as
I’m clearing away our dishes. “More gardening? Check the
hives?”
“You need a nap. You won’t be used to working this
hard. I don’t want to break you on your first day back with
me.” He pushes a big glass of milk toward me. “Drink up
and then go lay down.”
“But I’m not sleepy. I’m not a kid anymore, Ben!”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Is this a tantrum? Because
that would be childish. I’m trying to do something nice for
you. You’ll thank me for it when your body’s not aching
tomorrow.”
Wanting to argue, but also wanting to do what I’m told
when Ben tells me to do something, I press my lips
together and nod. “I just don’t want to miss anything.”
“I’ll wake you up when it’s milking time and teach you
how to use the portable pump so you can give it a go by
yourself tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Heck, yeah. If I get you to do it, then I can take a day
off. I never get to do that.”
“It must be pretty hard to run the farm all by yourself,
huh?”
Ben’s dark eyebrows pull down in the center as he
frowns. “I like the work.”
“Do you get lonely out here all by yourself?”
He looks me over. “Sometimes. I do have the animals.”
“And me, now.”
 “And you,” he agrees with a smile. “Finish your milk and
go lie down.”
 CHAPTER FIVE

“B en?” I ask, as he’s showing me how to work the milk

pump.
“Mm?”
“What would you do with a day off?”
He shrugs. “Probably catch up on other chores. There’s
always something to be done.”
“Oh. We’ll, that doesn’t sound very fun.”
He gives me a strange look. “I like chopping wood, and
drying herbs, and walking in the trees to check my traps.
That is fun. And not everything has to be fun when you’re a
real grown-up, Maggie.”
“I’m a real grown-up, Ben!”
He smiles. “Uh huh.”
“I am!”
“Okay. Then you tell me what fun things I should do with
a day off.”
“I don’t know. Something you want to do that’s just for
you. You work so hard all the time, and a day off should be
self-indulgent. It should be filled with things like swimming
in the creek, or relaxing in the sun and playing with your
cock.”
His eyes are almost black as he looks me over. “Playing
with my cock?”
 My cheeks flush with heat, and I lower my gaze, shy now
that those words have been spoken in his deep, husky
voice. “Sure. I mean, it’s only natural, right? We adults
touch ourselves all the time.”
“All the time?” he rumbles.
He’s so close he’s making me dizzy with need. Why does
he have to smell so good? It’s as if he bathes in wood chips,
and hay, and pure fucking sunlight. The day is too warm for
him to stand so close. The heat radiating off him is making
me wet in all sorts of places, and I wipe the perspiration
from my brow as I twist my thighs together.
“All the time?” Ben asks again when I haven’t
responded.
I shiver and keep my eyes on the milking machine.
“Probably more than we should,” I admit, thinking about
how often I want to sneak away to flick my bean.
Ben grunts in agreement and nudges me with his elbow
before pointing at the pumping machine to bring my
attention back to the job at hand. “Maisie’s udder is about
to explode, so pay attention and I’ll show you how to put
the suction cups on her teats.”
“Can I feel it?”
Turning back to me, Ben quirks his eyebrow. “Feel
what?”
“The suction.”
Smiling, he holds a cup toward me, and I put my finger
inside it. I can feel some sort of air movement, but not a lot.
“It’s not very strong.”
“Oh yeah?”
He presses a cup to my thigh and it sticks, tugging my
flesh into the cup a little.
“Oh.”
“Mm,” he agrees, popping it off my skin and then
handing me the cups. “Hold them to the tips of her teats
and let the suction guide them inside.”
 I do as I’m told, and the cups settle into place on Maisie
whose milk starts flowing almost immediately. “She really
needed that suction, huh? She was restless before, but
she’s all mellow now. I think she likes it.”
Ben grunts a response and moves away to tinker with a
second set of milking cups on his nearby workbench.
“Guys like suction, right?” I ask as the pump tugs at
Maisie’s teats in a way that seems completely different
from hand-milking. “Have you ever put one of the suction
cups on your cock?”
Ben stops tinkering.
He doesn’t turn around, but his shoulders rise
dramatically as he takes a deep breath.
“Yes, guys like suction. No, I haven’t attached a milking
machine to my cock. I wouldn’t even fit in one of those
cups. Why would you ask that?”
I scuff my boot in the dirt and shrug. “Curiosity?”
Grunting, Ben shakes his head. “Serves me right for
nurturing that when you were younger, I suppose.”
“Is it bad to be curious?”
Still not turning around to face me, Ben shakes his head
again. “No. It’s good. I like it. I’d just… forgotten what it
was like to have someone asking questions all the time.
Especially the awkward questions.” His chuckle is deep and
rich. “Remember that time you asked what those bulls were
doing?”
I laugh too. “Well you’d already explained it when they’d
done it to the cows, but I didn’t know they’d get so horny
that they’d try to ride each other! There was nowhere for
their dicks to go, and they just sprayed their cum all over
each other’s backs. It… it’s actually something that’s really
stuck in my memory,” I say, not wanting to tell Ben that I’ve
fantasized about him shooting his cum over my back.
I’m starting to think that I’m not meant to be as
perverted as I am, and that maybe it’s the reason Ben’s
finding it hard to look at me.
 Taking a deep breath, I join him at the workbench but
keep my eyes on his cows.
“You always made me feel as if I could ask you anything.
I mean, I wouldn’t ask just any guy what he likes to do with
his cock,” I assure him.
“Let’s hope not,” he grumbles.
“I’m not actually interested in what other guys are doing
with their dicks. I just… You’re the only guy that means
anything to me, so I… I guess I just like knowing what
makes you tick, and what you enjoy — in case I’ll like that
stuff too. I feel like I would. I think we’d like the same
things. I’d definitely try stuff you liked out to see if I like it
too. Or to please you — I like it when you call me your good
girl. Asking what you like is the first step to giving it to you,
but maybe it’s not okay to be interested in everything. I
mean… you don’t ask me what I like doing with my pussy,
right? I… I’m babbling. I’ll shut up now,” I say, noticing the
growing tension in Ben’s shoulders.
Dragging a hand down his face, Ben groans as he sighs.
“Don’t ever stop being curious, Maggie. We can talk about
anything, you and me. Always have. Ask me whatever you
want.”
“Really?”
Ben grunts in confirmation.
“Now?”
He tilts his head down to look me in the eyes and raises
that eyebrow again. “Depends. What are you asking?”
“Did you ever want kids?”
Ben runs his tongue over his teeth. “I can’t have them —
mumps. Never thought I’d care about missing out until I
got to pretend to be a Dad for the first time.”
“Me?”
Ben confirms as much with another grunt. “I didn’t think
I had much love to give, but being a stand-in father brought
out the best in me… I was a wreck when you and your mom
up and left.”
 “I didn’t want to leave.”
“Mm,” Ben agrees, as if he knows that to be true —
though I don’t know how he could think otherwise when I’d
literally been kicking and screaming when Mom had hauled
me away.
Taking a deep breath, I build up the courage to ask the
question I’ve always worried about. “Was it my fault?”
He shakes his head, his eyes softening as he searches
my face. “No, baby. Grown-ups don’t always treat each
other right, is all. Some people have a hard time being
honest with themselves.”
Relaxing a little, I nod. “Mom still doesn’t have a clue
who she is or what she wants. I think she’s scared to find
out.”
Narrowing his eyes at me, Ben looks me up and down.
“Damn it, Maggie. That’s the kind of observation old wise
folk make. How can you do that when you’re so young?”
Grinning at such high praise, I shrug as if it was
nothing. “I had a good teacher. He taught me well and let
me ask a lot of questions about how the world works.”
Ben scratches his beard as his eyes appraise me with
new interest. “Baby girl, you’re… confusing as hell to be
around just now.”
“Why? Because you keep looking at me as if I’m a kid,
but I’m a woman grown, and I know what I want?” I step in
close and run my fingers over the hair wisping across his
chest — just to make it absolutely clear what it is that I’m
wanting.
Ben takes a step back as if my touched has burned him.
“Maggie… I loved you like a daughter.”
“I know. But if I’m honest, I always wanted to be your
friend more than your kid. I loved going on adventures with
you, and just being close to you could make me feel better
about anything. You’re so kind, and strong, and protective.
You made me feel safe and secure no matter what, and that
was something I’ve never had anywhere but here with you.
I love that feeling, and I’m pretty sure that I’ve been in love
with you since I was nine. I was so jealous that it was Mom
sharing your bed when I wanted you curled around me.”
Standing firm, Ben averts his eyes and lifts one big
muscled shoulder. “Maggie, I… I cared for your scrapes,
and taught you stuff, and brushed your hair. I know it was
only for two years, and that I’m not your blood, but I felt
like your daddy.”
I bump my hip against him. “And you were a great
daddy,” I assure him. “I felt the love. Only reason I didn’t
turn out like her is because of the time I spent with you. I
know what we were, but times change. Maybe you’re not
ready to see me as a woman yet, but I am one, and I want
to be with you, Ben.”
He snorts in disbelief. “I’m a bit old for you, aren’t I?”
“You’re only forty-three! That’s hardly ancient, and
you’re in way better shape than any of the twenty-
somethings who are always trying to get into my pants.”
Ben growls, and the deep rumble plays down my spine
making me shiver.
“I’ll be nineteen in a couple of months, and I already feel
older than all of those boys. I don’t want a boy in my pants,
Ben. I want a man — one who knows how to take care of
me. I want you.”
He’s staring at me, and his eyes are all big and
dangerous-looking as if I’m about to get told off. I stand my
ground and meet his harsh appraisal.
“I’m just being honest. You told me that’s what grown-
ups are meant to do.” I shrug and head back to Maisie,
bending over to give Ben a great view of my ass. “Do these
things need to go onto Winifred now?”
“You do it,” he replies in a husky tone before clearing his
throat. “Show me you can.”
I do as I’m told, being as gentle as possible with his cow.
“How’s that?”
 “Good,” comes Ben’s strained reply. “Keep her on for
fifteen minutes, then let her out into the yard with Maisie,
and tidy up the stalls. Do that well and you can be the boss
of milking tomorrow while I go hunting for the day. I’ve got
a handful of deer in the forest block and I’m thinking of
tracking one down and carrying it back so I can make that
venison stew you used to love. Chicken tonight. Bring the
milk up to the house when you’re done,” he says all in a
rush before leaving the barn — presumably to make a
chicken dinner.
Left with the cows, I send Maisie back to her calf and
then brush Winifred the way I’ve seen Ben take care of her.
He said he’s done that with her from a young age,
grooming her to one day be the house cow. He says she’s a
lot less skittish around him and the milking machine
because she’s conditioned to feel good when it’s
happening.
When fifteen minutes is up, I let her out to join Maisie
before I start tidying up.
And then I get… curious.
Flipping the switch on the pumping machine, I pull
down my tank top and let it suck onto my own breast.
There’s a tugging, slightly stinging sensation in my nipple
and then… it feels so good I rush to attach one of the other
suction cups to my other breast.
Again it tugs and aches at first, but then there’s a steady
rhythm to the suction that’s almost hypnotic. I can feel my
nipples being drawn down into the long cups, and it’s the
strangest feeling to have them being stretched and sucked.
I don’t think it’s how a baby or a man might suckle at my
breasts, but it’s giving me a needy sensation in my core
that I’m very familiar with. It’s the kind of feeling I know
would be cured by taking some big cock. It’s strange to
know that’s what I need when I haven’t ever had a cock
inside me — let alone a big one — but some things a girl
just knows.
 The machine tugs at me, and I squirm in my panties.
Sliding my fingers down my shorts, I’m shocked to find how
wet I am. From a little light milking?
It’s then that I think about what Ben’s doing with
Winifred — bringing in her milk even though she hasn’t
calved — and how big he said her udders would get. I think
about his sexy milk mustache and how much he loves fresh,
warm milk.
What if I brought myself into milk?
Would my breasts fill and grow until he can’t tear his
eyes away from them? Would he massage my breasts and
suckle at my teats to drink straight from the source?
The idea makes me fondle my clit faster, and I start
soaking my cut-offs.
I accidentally knock the suction cups attached to me,
and the jostling movement makes me gasp. Dropping to my
knees, I lean forward and rut into my hand as an orgasm
tears through me. It lasts and lasts, and I whimper and
moan as the pressure on my teats never ceases. I’m so wet
my arousal is coating the tops of my thighs in a sticky mess.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard, or for so long.
The spasms finally die down, giving me a chance to think
straight again, and I check the time to see that I’ve had the
cups on for as long as Winifred did.
I stop the machine and groan as the cups release me.
My nipples are so sensitive, and they’re huge.
They’re bigger, and longer, and darker too.
When I pull my pale tank top back in place to cover
them, the restriction feels almost painfully tight, and my
nipples stand out through the thin fabric as if I’m
smuggling big ripe cherries.
Ben’s definitely going to notice them now.
But is that a good thing? He’ll know what I did, and I’m
not sure he’d like me using his farm equipment in such a
naughty way. Will he be mad at me? That would be awful.
 Rushing to finish cleaning out the stalls, I clutch the big
milk container to my chest, using its size to hide my large,
throbbing nipples.
I put the big jug on the kitchen counter, and Ben grunts
his thanks, too busy stirring gravy to look up. I love gravy!
And there are raspberries on the counter!
“Raspberries! Can I have one?”
“One,” Ben agrees. “The rest are for after dinner. Took
you a while down at the barn. Everything go okay?”
“Mmhm.” I reach for a berry, and the countertop is so
cool and comforting on my breasts that I lean there a while,
studying the rest of the berries as I enjoy the one I have. “I
brushed down Winifred, and let her out again.”
“Good girl. Did you put on the ointment to help soothe
her teats?”
I smack my forehead. “No. I’ll go do it now.”
“I’ll do it after dinner,” he says, kindly. “It’s almost
ready, so go wash up.”
“Smells so good. Thank you, Ben. I’ll remember to put
the balm on her tomorrow, I promise.”
“I know you will. Go on, now. Scoot.”
Ben spanks my butt as has become his way, and I shiver
as his touch sparks that achy feeling in my core again.
Has he noticed my shorts are damp in the crotch? And
that he’s making them damper still when his big hand
touches me like that?
He’s looking at me funny, so I lean further over the
counter. If he sees my big nipples through my tank top,
he’ll make me explain myself. I don’t know if he’d ever let
me near the milking machine after that, and I definitely
want to use it again. I keep my chest pressed to the counter
top as I wait for him to turn back to the pan on the stove.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks. “Another berry, or
another smack on your ass?”
“Both?” I reply with a grin. I glance at the berries and
open my mouth as I sway my backside in anticipation.
 Ben’s eyes darken. “Maggie,” he growls.
“What? I like both, Daddy. Gimme both.”
Calling Ben Daddy does something to him. As soon as
I’ve said the word there’s a change in him. He seems even
bigger and stronger, and sort of dangerous in a way that
makes my pussy twitch with hunger.
His nostrils flare slightly as if he can smell my pussy
gushing for him.
He reaches for a raspberry…
Resting it against my lower lip a moment, he then
presses it into my mouth. I seal my lips around his finger,
sucking as he slowly pulls it out.
He rumbles softly in appreciation and then slides his
hand over the curve of my ass before gently spanking me
right on my wet pussy. Stilling a moment, he then soothes
where he’s spanked me by rubbing his hand over the subtle
sting in a way that sets my pussy lips humming.
“You’re shorts are wet,” he observes.
“I know. I soaked through my panties thinking about
taking your big cock.”
Ben growls softly. “Enough, Maggie. You’re… hardly
grown.”
Standing behind me, he pulls my hips backward until my
ass is pressed close to the fat, hard dick that’s bulging
through his straining jeans for me. He grinds himself
against me, teasing us both with what he could do with his
massive boner. He’s so big I can feel him everywhere. He
makes sure of that.
“This isn’t something you can take, baby girl. Best you
run along and wash up before you tempt me any further. I
don’t want to hurt you, little one.”
Trembling with need and a little fear, I rub myself
against him a little, taking note of his size for my nighttime
fantasies before I scurry off to the bathroom to wash up
and change my clothes.
 I return and sit quietly at the table as he serves me
dinner.
“After trying to tempt me with every tight, transparent
little scrap of fabric you call clothing, you’re now wearing a
sweater?” he observes in a gruff tone. “I’ve scared you.”
Having only put on the extra layer to hide my oversized
nipples, I shake my head. “You didn’t, I promise. It just
cooler tonight now that the sun’s going down. I do love that
about summer when it’s getting closer to fall, don’t you?
The long hot days filled with warmth turn into nights where
snuggling up is all you want to do.”
Ben watches me a moment before his eyes drop to his
plate and he frowns. “Who do you normally snuggle up
with?” he asks, keeping his eyes on his food.
“At Mom’s?” I ask with a snort. “Blankets and the TV.”
“No boys from school?”
I shake my head. “I don’t like boys, Ben. They’re
immature and don’t treat girls the way they should.”
His eyes meet mine without delay.
“Some boy treat you bad?” he growls, tensing his
muscles as if he’d like to rip that punk’s head off.
My pussy clenches at his protective demeanor, and I wet
my lips as I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
Grunting, Ben lowers his eyes again and points his fork
at my plate. “Eat.”
I do as I’m told, watching him closely. His thick
eyebrows continue to hunch low over his eyes, and he’s too
quiet, pushing his food around his plate.
“Are you okay?” I ask, when I can’t take the awkward
silence any longer.
His frown deepens. “Of course I’m okay. Drink your milk,
and eat all your greens.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Suddenly, he can’t seem to eat fast enough. He clears
his plate within a minute and excuses himself from the
table to go sit outside on the porch.
 I finish up and join him. His long legs hang over the
decking, and his big feet are resting in the grass. When I
hang my legs over, I can barely reach the grass tips with
my toes. Swinging my legs a little, I then snuggle up to him
as a light breeze makes me shiver. Ben wraps his big arm
around my waist and pulls me in even closer. Unable to
keep from smiling, I look up at the stars.
“I love it out here. All the quiet has a way of filling with
the nicest sounds.”
Ben mumbles his agreement. “Did you eat all your
dinner?”
“Yes. I’m so full that I have a food baby. Wanna feel?”
Before he can respond, I take his hand and press it to my
round belly.
He tenses for a moment and then his hand slides over
my sensitive skin as he gently strokes the bulge in my
tummy.
“You’re so soft,” he whispers. “And little,” he adds more
firmly as he pulls his hand away.
“I’ll get bigger,” I promise, desperate for him to give me
a chance. “I’m eating well, and drinking my full cream milk.
I’m filling up on fresh air and sunshine, and I’m doing my
chores to get big and strong. I’ve got room to grow out
here, and someone to nurture me. I’m doing my best,
Daddy.”
“Sh, sh,” he says, pressing my head to his broad chest
and stroking my hair. “Relax, Maggie. I know. Don’t think I
don’t see how hard you’re trying. Daddy sees. It’s making
him a little crazy, but he loves you, and he only wants
what’s best for his sweet girl. Don’t you go trying to push
him into something you aren’t ready for. We’ll find our way.
There’s no rush, young’un.”
Sighing softly, I listen to Ben’s breathing and his steady
heartbeat as I’m pressed against him and understand he’ll
take care of me when he thinks I’m ready. I know I’m
impatient, and I’ll still do all I can to let him know that I’m
his for the taking, but until he decides I’m ready for it, I’m
going to have to wait.
I close my eyes, thinking about all of the things I can do
to gain weight, get some curves, and appear woman
enough to convince him to speed things up. It doesn’t help
my case when I start drifting off, and Ben carries me to bed
like a child again.
I let him take off my sweater and my very impractical
little skirt, but he leaves me in my panties and camisole
again. My nipples have shrunk back down to their regular
size, so I don’t try to hide them from him. Ben’s hand
lightly grazes one peaked breast as he’s reaching to sweep
my hair from my face, but even his barely-there touch is
enough to set my whole body on high alert.
“Get some sleep, Maggie. Tomorrow’s a big day for you
— running the place while I’m gone. It’s a big
responsibility,” he says, as he’s reaching for the quilt to
cover me.
Eyes wide, I stare up at his ruggedly handsome face, not
wanting to be covered. “I’ll do everything right. Daddy.”
He pauses and then strokes my cheek with the back of
his fingers. “I know you will. You’re my good girl.” His eyes
roam down my body, and his tongue runs over his bottom
lip. “Maybe I’ll give you a treat when I get back.”
A shiver runs through me, and Ben smiles.
“Do you know what kind of treats you like, little one?”
Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I glance down
toward my panties and nod.
“Show me,” he demands. “Make yourself come.”
Eager to please, I rush to remove my underwear, but
Ben shakes his head and stops me from sliding them down.
“Panties stay on for now. I want to see you make them
wet.”
Nodding, I spread my legs and show him where the pale
blue fabric has already darkened with my arousal. “I’m
always wet for you, Daddy,” I whisper as I slip my hand
under the low-cut waistband to rub circles on my clit.
Eyes locked on his, I take my cues from him as he
manages to somehow make my body tremble with pleasure
without him even touching me. My breath quickens as his
does, and the escalating tension in his body draws mine
tight with need.
“Faster,” he growls, leaning closer. “Make it quick, baby.
Show me what I do to you and come for me. I want it now.”
His low, gruff commands hit me right in the core, and
my back arches off the mattress as my orgasm surges
through me.
Ben rumbles with approval, and his big hands run over
my body until it quiets.
“That’s my good girl. Knowing what you want is part of
being grown up, isn’t it Maggie?”
“Mmhm.”
“Such a sexy little thing. I might just give you what you
want,” he says, tucking the quilt tightly around me before
kissing my forehead. “Keep showing Daddy you’re a big
girl, and he might not be able to help himself,” he whispers
in my ear as his rough beard scuffs my cheek.
My body curls up in a giddy rush of heat, and I moan.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Sleep now, Maggie. Make me proud tomorrow, and
we’ll do something fun together.”
 CHAPTER SIX

I wake up to a note on the end of my bed.

L eft early to get home early for you, sweet girl.

I’ve done the first milking. The rest is up to you.
Get some sunshine on that soft skin of yours, but not too
much.
Daddy loves you. X.

L ying back on the pillows with a dreamy sigh and a smile so

big it hurts my cheeks, I stretch out and tug up my
camisole, hoping to see that my breasts have grown.
They haven’t.
Ben had said bringing on milk takes time, and herbs,
and hormones… I think I must have a ton of hormones
raging around my body to be as hungry for sex as I am, and
I don’t know what herbs I need, but I can milk myself the
way Ben milks Winifred — by hand in the morning.
Massaging my small breasts, I try to pull my teats the
way I would Winnie’s, but my nipples are sensitive and
achy from the machine yesterday.
I sit up straight.
 The ointment! One of Ben’s homemade remedies, I bet
it’s full of herbs and goodness, and just what I need!
Getting out of bed, I’m about to pull on some clothes
when I remember Ben’s note.
A sure way to get more sunshine on my skin is if I leave
it uncovered.
Stripping fully naked, I head for the kitchen and take a
handful of raspberries to eat on the way to the barn.
I love that Ben’s nearest neighbors live miles away. His
land is so remote and covered in trees that there’s no
chance of being seen by another human as I stroll around
bare-assed.
The ointment in the barn smells of lavender, and honey,
and other things I can’t quite identify, but when I rub it
over my breasts it makes them smell gorgeous. The balm
makes my skin slippery, and it’s much easier to try a
milking action. Soon my nipples are tingling with it. It feels
so good that I scoop out more of the mixture and head
outside to massage my breasts in the sun.
I spend half the morning giving my little breasts all the
attention they could need to start growing, and when it’s
milking time for Winnie, I’m more than ready to try it again
myself.
Once she’s done, I let her out and then suck my own
teats into the milking cups. Again, I get instantly slick
between my legs as the strong tugging on my nipples
makes me achy and restless in my core. I glance at the calf
in the yard and know I should be thinking about babies to
help the milk come, but after thinking of having a baby for
Ben, I’m so desperate for him to fuck me that all I can think
about is the baby-making.
He could use someone else’s sperm for artificial
insemination just as he would for a cow, but I’d want him to
fuck it into me so it was like him making me pregnant. I
can’t stop imagining what it’d be like to have my big
mountain daddy pushing his cock into me from behind. Him
taking me that way might be like when the big bulls mount
the young heifers for the first time.
Rough, and hard, and messy.
Without even touching myself, I come as the machine is
milking me. I love it so much that I give myself extra time
hooked up to it. I want my milk to come in faster so I’ve got
bigger breasts for Ben to play with. I want to show him I’m
a big girl now, and big milky tits can only help with that.
Finally, I turn the suction off, and then stare at my huge
nipples.
Long and thick, they look big enough to feed a man
Ben’s size. The thought makes me smile and I gently
massage my tender flesh with the herby after-milking balm
before heading inside to scan Ben’s bookshelf for a book
about herbs.
I read lying naked in the soft grass until the alarm I’ve
set reminds me to pump again.
Milking Winifred, and then myself, I rub us both down
with the balm and head for Ben’s herb garden to see if I
can find fenugreek. Apparently that herb can put meat on
your bones and help with milk production, which is exactly
what I want. I don’t find any, though.
A little defeated, I head inside to put some clothes on
before I do some work in the veggie garden. Ben said I
shouldn’t get too much sun, after all. I pull on my skirt, and
a cropped t-shirt, but decide to go without panties. I’m
hoping that the treat Ben’s promised to give me will be his
massive cock, and I don’t want anything to get in his way.
I harvest some veggies for dinner, collect the eggs, and
then head back to the barn for the evening milking with
Maisie and Winifred. Once they’re all done and back in the
yard, I take off my t-shirt and hook myself up to the
pumping machine. It feels amazing as always, and I settle
onto all fours while I’m being pumped. It’s the most
comfortable position to let the weight and suction draw my
breasts straight downward. It’s also the best position to
fantasize about Ben taking me from behind like a big bull.
“Maggie?”
I rush to get up, but the way the machine has me
attached, I’m quickly forced to return to all fours.
“Daddy, I—”
I don’t know what to say.
Ben kneels at my shoulder and looks me over before one
of his big hands runs from my head to my ass in a long,
soothing stroke. “What are you doing, baby girl? Did you…
get curious?”
I nod and look up at him, hoping he won’t be mad. “At
first I was, and then I… then I found out that I like it,
Daddy. And I want my little titties to be bigger for you, so
you’ll know I’m a big girl. I listened, Ben — about bringing
in the milk. I thought that maybe…”
“You… wanted to bring on your milk… for me?”
Nodding again, I don’t take my eyes from his. “Are you
mad, Daddy?”
Ben looks me over and shakes his head. “I’m not mad,
Maggie. Surprised, and flattered, and... not mad.” He
swears under his breath and ducks to check out the suction
cups pulling on my breasts in their steady rhythm. “This
makes you feel good, baby?”
I bite my lip and sway my hips under the heavy hand he
has resting on my ass. “It’s so good, Daddy. Feel how wet I
am.”
Licking his lips, he slides my skirt up and swears again
when he sees my bare ass. “Oh, sweet girl, you make
yourself so hard to resist. Look at your swollen pink puss
shining at me from those grown-up curls. You look ready
for mounting.”
His big hand curls around my ass, and he groans as he
slides his fingers over my dripping folds.
“Baby, you’re soaked. You love getting milked,” he says,
running his thick fingers through my crease again and
making me shudder.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet for you. Will you please fuck me
now?”
One of his fingers presses inside me, and we both moan.
“You’re so tight, baby. We’re going to have to break you in
before Daddy fucks you,” he murmurs before pushing a
second finger inside me. I back up, taking them deeper to
show him I can handle it. His fingers fill me much better
than my own, and it feels incredible.
“Please break me in, Daddy. Stretch me for your big
cock.”
When he pushes his two finger deeper inside me, my
breath comes in ragged gasps, and my pelvis tilts back and
forth adjusting to the thick intrusion. He’s massaging my
inner walls, and it’s so good.
And then his fingers pull out, leaving me empty and
needy.
“Daddy?” I whimper, unable to keep from rocking as the
pump makes me gush, and his absence leaves such an
opportunity wasted.
“I’m here, baby,” he murmurs softly as I hear his zipper
yanked down. “Just got to give myself some room before I
shoot cum all in my jeans.”
“Shoot it in me, Daddy. I want it. I want your cock, and
your cum. Cover me in it.”
Cursing under his breath, he growls. “You can have cum,
but no cock, baby. Not yet. You’re so tight I need to get you
even wetter and slowly stretch your gorgeous little cunt
first.”
His hand swipes through my folds, and I glance over my
shoulder to see him coating his shaft in my juices. His hand
slides up and down his fat, veiny cock, and I shiver at the
sight. Still pumping himself, he ducks down to my ass and
sets me moaning and grinding into his face as he licks and
flicks at me with his tongue. His beard makes it feel as if
some beast is eating my pussy, and when he sucks my clit
into his mouth, I’m a goner.
Moaning and bucking against him, I set the milk cups
swinging, which adds another dimension to the achy tingle
that’s throbbing through me.
“That’s my good girl,” Ben rumbles, pushing his fingers
inside me again and thrusting against my inner walls as
they try to clamp down on him. “You’re a quick trigger,
aren’t you, Maggie? Take a little more for Daddy,” he says,
pulling his fingers out and then driving in again deeper
with one more as I shove my ass back hard to take
everything he’ll give me. I’m so full it almost hurts, but Ben
works me until I can accept his invasion more easily and it
feels so much better. My body’s left trembling as the
pleasurable spasms simmer down into tiny, occasional
quivers, and I shift toward him when he begins to
withdraw.
“So eager to please,” he says, humming with approval as
he slides his fingers out of me. I settle back into him in a
state of bliss, and he kisses my head. “You want to really
please Daddy?”
Back on all fours, I lift my ass, ready for him.
He makes gentle shushing noises as he strokes my
pussy. “Thank you, baby, but if I take this snug and juicy
little cunt right now, you’ll be too sore to play tomorrow.
How about you suck Daddy’s cock instead?”
Wetting my lips, I nod as he comes to kneel in front of
me with his big cock all shiny with my juices. I’ve tasted
myself before, but never from a man’s cock, and Ben’s
musky scent has my mouth watering to try.
“You want me to take the pumps off your sweet little
titties first?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy. I want my milk to come in
fast so you can suck it from me. I know you like fresh milk.”
“Mmhm,” he agrees. “I would love to get milk from you,
baby. We’ll have to pump you a lot so you’re making as
much as I like drinking. You’ll get big and achy when you’re
ready to be milked, but I’ll take good care of you and make
it all better. Sound good?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he whispers as his thumb drags over my
bottom lip. “Open wide.”
I do as I’m told and Ben nods his approval. I smile, and
so does he. “You are just the prettiest little thing, Maggie.
All eyes and lips. Mm-mm.”
He strokes himself a few times before bringing his
swollen, shiny dick to my mouth. There’s a little bead of
cum forming at the slit and I meet his eyes.
“Pre-cum,” he tells me. “Taste it.”
I lick up the tiny pearl and swallow it down.
“Can I have some more please, Daddy?”
His eyes grow darker still, and his fingers weave into my
hair. “Open up, Maggie.”
The size of him stretches my lips tight, and I can barely
fit more than the head of his cock in my mouth. My jaw
aches after a short while, but as he slowly rocks his hips
and slides back and forth inside my mouth, I get a feel for
what he’ll feel like in my pussy.
Fucking huge, and awesome.
I look up at him and want to tell him to go faster, but my
words are muffled by dick.
“What’s that, Maggie? You’re ready to swallow down
what I give you, like a good girl?”
I hum my agreement, and he shudders and moans.
“Here it comes, baby.”
Pumping the lower half of his cock with his hand, he
slides in and out of my mouth faster and then stills as his
cock strains in my mouth and unloads spurt after spurt of
hot cum. There’s so much I can’t swallow it fast enough. It
drips from my mouth, but I catch the dribble and suck it
from my finger once Ben’s pulled his dick from my lips.
He staggers backward, staring at me.
 “Did I do good, Daddy?”
“So good, Maggie,” he assures me — a little breathlessly
as he tucks his cock back inside his jeans. “Let’s get these
cups off you, beautiful,” he says, shaking himself out of his
daze.
He gasps as he sees the state of my breasts.
“Baby. Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “They’re sensitive to touch, but they’re
throbbing in a good way, Daddy. The ointment makes them
feel better when I rub it on.”
Swiping the ointment off the shelf, Ben scoops me up
and throws me over his shoulder to carry me toward the
cabin.
“I’ll take care of your milking from now on, Maggie.
You’re too impatient. If you like the cups we’ll use them,
but not for so long you’ll damage yourself. I’m in charge.
Understood?”
I smile and pinch his fine butt. “Yes, Daddy.”
He spanks my ass right on my pussy — the way I like it
— and I squirm against his shoulder.
After some attention from my big hairy mountain man,
my little virgin pussy feels used and a lot less innocent…
and I love it.
 CHAPTER SEVEN

B en treats me to a long, luxurious breast massage while I

sit on his lap in his big armchair, leaning my bare back
against his big, warm, manly chest.
It’s the kind of massage that leaves me wet and panting.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he marvels when I start
squirming. “Does my sweet and juicy little girl need to
come again already?”
Moaning, I nod.
“Mmm,” Ben agrees, sliding my skirt up and spreading
my legs wide open. “Give your greedy little cunt some love
while Daddy takes good care of these gorgeous teats the
way you like.”
I do as I’m told, and Ben watches.
His cock keeps straining against my back, and I want
him inside me.
“Daddy?”
“Not yet, little one. Patience.”
“But you make me impatient,” I whine.
“Don’t take that tone with me, or I’ll give you something
to whine about.”
I arch against him, more restless than ever at his words.
“Da-addy.”
Ben grunts and in one movement has me bent over his
knees with my bare ass in the air. His big hand comes down
right across my cheeks and pussy, and I moan as the spank
both sets my skin on fire and zings straight to my clit. Ben’s
flat hand soothes the flesh in firm circles, spreading my
juices and providing a pressure that feels so good against
all the best places — but his touch never stays long enough
for me to get any relief.
“You think I don’t know what you need, Maggie?” he
asks, pushing his thick fingers inside me and stroking me
just right.
“You think I don’t know how to take good care of you?”
He slides his slippery fingers over my clit until I’m panting
even harder. “You think I don’t know how to make you
come without cock?”
His fingers thrust inside me again and start scissoring.
“I told you that Daddy needs to break you in before you get
his cock. Have you ever taken a man in here?” he demands
to know.
“No, Daddy. Never.”
“What about here?” he asks, keeping fingers in my
pussy, but sliding another up through my juices to run
around the puckered rim of my asshole. “Ever had a man in
here?”
I gasp — shocked by his statement, but also by how
good my ass feels. “No, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Your all mine, aren’t you, Maggie.” It’s not a
question, but a statement.
“Yes, Daddy.”
There’s a little pressure at my back hole, and he slides a
slippery finger just inside my ass. It’s tight and strange,
and it makes my pussy gush with need. I squirm and thrust
toward his fingers, needing to feel him move in and out of
me.
Ben pins me, controlling my movement.
“Daddy, please.”
“You want to come, Maggie?”
“Yes!”
 He rumbles and leaves me on the edge.
“Do I know what’s best for my sweet girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please give it to me.”
Keeping me pinned over his lap, Ben slowly moves his
hand deeper and then pulls back, over and over with his
thick fingers in both of my holes. “Feel good, baby?”
Twitchy and tight around the intrusion, I moan and lift
my tail as much as I can to take whatever he gives me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Ben pumps me faster and then slips his fingers out of me
completely. The sudden emptiness is a loss that’s hard to
bear.
“Daddy?”
He pulls me from his lap and lays me out on the floor in
front of him, spreading my legs wide.
Tearing at his jeans, he lets his big cock burst forth and
then fisting it, he tugs it like the cow’s teats as he stares
down at me.
“You make me so hard, Maggie. Your sweet face, nice
manners, your juicy little cunt, and that tight ass. You’re
everything I want, baby. I’m going to show you what you do
to Daddy, then I’m going to make you come harder than you
ever thought possible.”
Bending down to suckle at my clit, he gets me so wild
I’m stamping my feet. He moans and then straightens.
“Baby, you’re so damn sweet. I want my cock inside you
so bad.”
I whimper and tilt my pelvis up to him, my body begging
for it. I need him so badly I can’t stand it. My body’s
shaking with need, and my mind is so scattered that I can
only think of one thing… “Daddy.”
“I’ll make it feel better, baby.”
Fisting his cock with one hand, he spills cum into the
other one, then he takes it to my pussy and rubs it into me.
I love it every time he touches me, but this is even
better. Big Daddy Ben’s sharing his cum with my pussy;
soaking me with it and making me feel so lucky.
Massaging it into my clit, he pushes his creamy
goodness into my pussy making me a big, sticky mess, and
then he slides more of his cum toward my asshole. Pushing
inside my tightest hole as well, he makes me feel full and
slippery, and possessed. I’m smeared inside and out with
his essence, and it’s as if he’s both claimed me for himself
and tainted me for anyone else.
There is nobody else for me. He’s it.
Easily sliding his fingers in and out of both holes now, he
mills my clit with his palm. My eyes flutter shut, and I arch
into his firm hand. My nostrils fill with his masculine scent
as it mixes with my juices, and I can’t hear anything but the
wet suction sound of being fucked in both holes by my
mountain daddy’s fingers. I meet his thrusts, showing him
how much I adore his attention.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. I love it when you buck like
that. I can feel you getting even tighter. You’re so close, but
you’re going to hold it for Daddy so he can work you for
longer. You’re so damn beautiful, he loves watching you
take his cum like a big girl.”
I do my best to stave off the massive, tidal wave-sized
orgasm he’s building inside me, and just when I think I
can’t take any more of his thick and pushy fingers
stretching me inside, Ben lies over me with his heavy frame
making me feel even smaller. His size and weight brings
something to the experience that I didn’t even realize was
missing and my body knows this is what I’ve always
wanted.
This big, grown man is making me his.
“Come, baby,” he whispers in my ear as he spreads his
fingers and makes me feel so full inside that sensation
blasts every stretched-taut nerve ending. I explode around
him, writhing, and moaning, and rocking into the brick wall
of a man who keeps me pinned in position to feel every
single thing he’s doing to me.
 There’s no escaping.
The aching pleasure rolls through me in waves until I’m
limp and helpless, and still he makes me take his magic
fingers. I’m stroked inside until every last quiver subsides.
Ben’s finger slips from my ass and I shiver, my pussy
quivering again around his fingers as he rumbles his
enjoyment.
“That’s my good girl,” he soothes, gently massaging my
messy, sensitive flesh. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Meeting his eyes a moment, I smile and give myself to
him completely.
I know he’ll take good care of me.
That’s why I came home.
Closing my eyes, I drift in a state of bliss until the
pressure on my clit builds and has me panting for him
again. My pussy pulls tight around his fingers, and he
pushes back against my inner walls, making it feel even
tighter.
“Good girl. Give me one more, then I’ll clean you up and
feed you. You’ve had a big day. You need to be put to bed
early tonight, sweet girl.”
“Mm. Can I sleep in your bed, Daddy?”
“If you’re a good girl and do as Daddy says,” Ben
rumbles with a voice like gravel. The pressure on my
sensitive clit intensifies and I grip his strong arms as he
forces me toward another orgasm.
I whimper and shake my head. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he growls, his tone warranting no argument.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Open your eyes and look at me, Maggie. I’ve got you.”
I fight through the overwhelming pleasure daze to do as
I’m told and find my big, hairy mountain daddy staring
down at me with such desire that my body reacts with a
rush of arousal.
His fingers stretch my pussy to the limits. I squirm and
moan, but I take it and ask for more by spreading my legs
even wider.
“Mmm. Good girl. Daddy’s cock will be able to fuck you
soon, baby.”
Tight everywhere, I’m so sensitive, and so close to
coming that his words are almost enough to send me over
the edge, and when he brushes his thumb lightly over my
clit, I’m done for. Bucking uncontrollably against his hand, I
don’t even know how many fingers he has inside me, only
that my pussy’s contracting around a thickness it’s been
craving since I first learned how to touch myself.
I come so hard I lose time.
Finally becoming aware of my surroundings again, I find
myself in a warm shower, and I tremble in Ben’s arms as he
lovingly washes me down as if I’m precious. He dries me,
wraps me in a soft blanket, and holds me in his lap as he
feeds me. He brushes my hair and braids it for me the way
he used to when I was little, then he carries me to his bed
and curls himself around me until I feel so safe and warm I
can’t even hope to keep my eyes open.
I’ve been a good girl.
 CHAPTER EIGHT

I ’m awake, but it feels like a dream.

It’s still dark out, but the rooster is already crowing
and I’m snuggled up with my hot mountain daddy and a
very different kind of cock. Pressed firmly against my
backside, Ben’s dick thickens and strains as he’s fondling
my breasts. I feel even smaller in his big hands, but he’s so
gentle it makes me long for him to tug a little.
“Morning, Daddy Ben.”
He grunts and nuzzles into my hair and the back of my
neck, making me shiver.
“Roll over, little lady.”
I do as I’m told and Ben shifts down the bed to place a
kiss between my breasts. He nuzzles my small, soft mounds
with his nose, and his beard is rough and scratchy against
my skin. My back arches, pressing me closer to the
attention and making me seem needy — which I am.
“How’s my girl feeling?” he asks, sliding his fingers
between my legs. “Mmm. A little swollen and even tighter,
but…wet already, Maggie?”
I shrug and try not to rub against his hand too hard
when I’m feeling a bit tender.
“You’re playing with my nipples, and I like it.”
“You do,” he agrees, stroking his fingers over my pussy
again and then sucking most of one breast into his mouth.
His tongue swivels around my nipple and then he latches
on even tighter. Ben suckles in a way that’s very different
from the milking machine, but it’s just as effective at
making me gasp and move against his fingers — that I’m
now coating in pussy juices.
“Daddy.”
Ben doesn’t stop. He continues to suckle, and he
massages my breast tissue with his face as he does it. One
of his thick fingers pushes inside my tight pussy, rubbing
against my inner walls until I’m panting and riding his
hand. He takes me to the edge of orgasm, and then leaves
me hanging when his finger slides out of me.
To make matters worse, his mouth slips off my breast.
My body quivers, and tenses, trying to figure out what
went wrong, and Ben props his head on his hand and just
watches me.
I’m his sole focus, and there’s a smile on his lips that I
simply adore. It’s as if I’m his to play with, and I’m his new
favorite toy.
“We’re going to have so much fun together, Maggie,” he
whispers. Rolling onto his back, he pats his stomach.
“Come sit on Daddy.”
I do as I’m told, and Ben grins when I try to impale
myself on his cock. Snaring my hips in a firm grasp, he
guides me forward so I can’t even try.
“You’re too tight for cock today, baby. Daddy’s got to
work your body just right and be gentle while he’s breaking
you in, or he could really hurt you when he only wants to
make you feel good.”
Planting me so that I’m firmly straddled over his
muscled stomach, he tugs my upper body downward and
pulls my other breast into his mouth.
Again he suckles so strongly it’s as if he’s trying to draw
my insides out through my nipple. My pussy quivers and
spreads juices over his stomach as I move my hips against
him for friction on my clit.
 I slide back and forth, and Ben controls the movement
with his hands on my hips. He grinds me into him, and then
slides me lower on his stomach while he tugs and suckles
at my breast.
If this is my first milking under Ben’s control, then I love
it.
Needing just a little more pressure on my clit, I tilt my
ass up as I’m sliding around and bumping against Ben’s abs
with my pussy. When I slip a little lower, we both moan
when the fat head of his cock bumps my ass.
Ben’s big hands slide over my cheeks and he spreads
them so his thick cock can notch between my soaking folds.
The blunt pressure pushes against my tender flesh, and
even though I’m a little sore it still feels so good. I try and
force myself onto his cock, but Ben keeps my hips pinned
so I only ever get to feel him pressing at my entrance and
no further. The suggestion of him pushing inside is both a
major turn on, and a maddening tease.
My body starts shaking as the pleasure becomes too
much. My breast is being tugged downward by the forceful
pull of his mouth, my clit is sliding against him so fast it
could start a fire, and his massive cock is right there…
Throwing my head back, I cry out and buck against
Ben’s grip so hard that the thick tip of his cock pushes
inside just a little bit before he pins me hard. He keeps me
in that position, forcing my pussy entrance to stretch tight
as I come hard around the thick head of his cock.
The opening of my pussy is stretched so tight that I feel
as if I might tear apart, but I can’t stop coming.
“Daddy!”
Ben grunts and lets my breast slip from his mouth.
“That’s my good girl, Maggie. Your tight little cunt will be
ready for all of Daddy’s cock soon.” He grunts again and
muscles me onto his cock a little further, making my pussy
shudder and clamp around him even harder. I’m so
stretched I can’t breathe or move.
 “It’s okay, baby. I won’t go any further. You’re doing such
a good job milking me right here. I’m gonna fill your little
cunt up with cum any second.”
I can’t think of anything I want more.
“Please do it, Daddy.”
Ben grunts again, and his cock strains and pulses as he
spurts into my pussy with his hot cum. He groans, and his
body relaxes beneath me as my own release slowly
subsides. Holding me to him, Ben rolls us until I’m beneath
him. His cock slides a little further inside me before he
pulls out, and then he massages his cum into my tender
folds as it dribbles out of me, even coating my thighs with it
as if marking his territory.
My body is trembling, but I feel so cared for as Ben
whispers sweet, soothing words and makes me comfortable
between my legs where it won’t stop throbbing with a
really good kind of aching.
Once I’m settled, Ben gives me a quick wash with a
cloth, and brings me raspberries for breakfast as the sun’s
coming up.
“Lots to do today, Maggie. It’ll be warming up soon, and
you’ll be naked in the garden until you’re needed for
milking. You’re already getting more color in your cheeks.
Are you feeling better too?”
“So much better, Daddy. You take such good care of me.”
Ben looks me over and rumbles. “I’ll be making up some
herbal remedies for you. Good for milk production and
weight gain. I want your hair to shine again. I couldn’t
believe the state of you when you arrived, Maggie. I know
you’re all grown, but you looked so young and neglected,
I… I’m glad you came back home to me, baby.”
“Me too, Daddy. Only you know how to care for me just
right.”
“Mm.” Sucking his lower lip a moment, Ben looks me
over and nods. “You’d do well to remember that, Maggie,”
he says in a gruff tone as he heads outdoors.
 Left wondering if I’ve done something wrong, I watch
him head for the barn to milk the cows.
 CHAPTER NINE

L ater, Ben finds me in the garden — naked, as he’s

requested.
He’s brought the portable milking machine with him.
“Ready for pumping, Maggie? Thought you might like to
do it out here in the sunshine, surrounded by pretty
flowers.”
“Sounds perfect, Ben.”
His face folds into a deep frown. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why didn’t you call me Daddy? You know I like it.”
I nod and keep my eyes low. “I just thought…” Keeping
my head bowed slightly, I glance up at him. “Are you mad at
me, Daddy?”
Pressing his lips together, Ben kneels in front of me so
we’re at the same level. “Is this about what I said earlier?”
I nod, and he sighs before giving me a sad smile.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, Maggie. It was
wrong. I… I didn’t like losing you the first time. It broke my
damn heart when you left. I know you’re all grown up, and
can make your own decisions and do what you want, but I
don’t want to pour my love into you if you’re only going to
leave. I can’t do that again.”
“I didn’t want to leave, Daddy.”
 Ben nods. “I know. And your mom’s not here to make
you do it now, but… Maggie, I’m asking if you’ll stay. With
me. I’m not going to chain you to the porch if you say no, I
just want you to think about what you’re doing here.”
Reaching out, I sweep his dark hair off his face and
stroke his beard.
“I know it’s not right to talk about, but even as a nine
year old — when we lived out here with you — I was so in
love with you that I dreamed about growing up and
marrying you, Ben. I want to live this life forever. With you.
It’s what I’ve always wanted. You made me want it.”
He smiles, and I swoop in to steal a quick kiss before he
can growl me for acting out of turn. I know he likes things
done his way.
He doesn’t growl. Only twitches an eyebrow at me —
letting me off easy. My cheeks heat, and I watch him from
under my lashes.
“I hated the way Mom treated you. I know why it didn’t
work, but I’m not her. I’m me. I’m your girl, Ben. And I’m
not leaving unless you tie me up, throw me in the back of
your truck, and drive me somewhere else.”
Ben’s eyes fall to where I’ve crossed my arms over my
chest, and he makes a gruff noise that has me quickly
uncovering my breasts.
“Milking time.”
He starts the machine and my pussy clenches in
anticipation of the pumping sensation.
With firm, caring hands, Ben guides me into position and
attaches the milking cups one at a time to my breasts,
letting them suck cool air past my nipples in some sort of
teasing foreplay.
As soon as I’m hooked up and the steady rhythm has my
teats tugging and pulsing, I can feel myself getting slick
between the legs. I rock my hips and slide my thighs
against each other, driven into more of a needy state by the
look in Ben’s eyes.
 “You really do love this, don’t you, Maggie?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Plucking a nearby daisy, Ben tucks it into my hair.
“What a beautiful girl,” he coos, running his big hands
over me as if brushing me down. He pulls a tub of balm
from his pocket and opens it. It smells different from the
one he’s used on my breasts, and I look up at him.
“What’s that one for, Daddy?”
“It’s for helping curious little girls to heal when they’ve
got bumps and bruises.”
“Can I smell it?”
Smiling, he tilts it toward my nose.
“It smells sweet! And good enough to eat.”
“Mm,” Ben agrees, dipping his finger in and sucking the
goo from it. “That’ll be the honey.”
He dips his finger again and then presses it to my lips. I
open for him and suck the sweet, herby mixture from him.
“Mmm.”
“I like it too,” he says, scooping more into his hand and
moving in close to my side. He kneels so close that I can
feel the thick rod of his cock against my hip through his
jeans.
“Daddy’s going to take care of this swollen little pussy
now,” he soothes, smearing the balm all over my folds so
that it mixes with my juices. He massages it gently into my
skin, but he does it in such a way that I start chasing his
hand.
“It feels so good, Daddy,”
“Mm,” he agrees, taking some more balm and pushing it
inside me. “Stretching my girl can leave her sore, but I
know how to make you feel better, Maggie. You’ll see. You’ll
be ready for more fun in no time. How are your teats,
baby?”
I rock further onto his thick fingers as he applies the
balm inside me. “They’re good, Daddy.”
 “Good. You’ll milk a little longer today. Lets your body
know you need more milk, and sooner. It’ll get you those
big breasts you want.”
“Thank you, Daddy. My little boobs make me look
younger than I am, and I hate it.”
“You’ll fill out soon, Maggie — now that you’re being fed
right. And there’s no need to get hung up on age anymore.
I’m converted. You’ve shown me well enough that you’re a
big girl with a healthy appetite for my cock, and that’s not
something I’m going to complain about. Let’s see how
you’re doing back here,” he says, setting the balm aside
and moving behind me.
I’m very aware that being naked and on all fours means
that there’s very little of me that he can’t see. It’s both
embarrassing and refreshing all at once.
“Do I look okay, Daddy?”
“Good enough to eat, baby.” Ben’s beard scuffs the
backs of my thighs as he licks and suckles at my clit.
“Daddy.”
Breathless, I pant as the milking machine tugs at my
breasts, and Ben tongues and massages my rear. I spread
myself for him as much as I can, loving the long gentle
strokes he’s using to coax an orgasm from me. I’m moaning
and pushing back into him when it finally rips through me,
and he uses more of the balm to slip his fingers inside me
and stroke every last spasm from my depths before coating
my pussy lips with it again.
Standing, he comes around in front of me, looking down
at me as I’m trembling. There’s honeyed pussy juices
clinging to his shining lips and beard, and I shiver with
happiness.
“Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Maggie” Sucking the fingers he’s had
inside me, he moans. “Sweet girl. You hungry?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
 He unzips his jeans and steps out of them, fully naked
too now. His cock is so big and hard it makes my insides
clench at the sight. Taking more of the balm, he rubs it all
over his cock until it has a thick, shining coat.
“The herbs in here are good medicine for you, Maggie.
You make sure you swallow it all down as well as whatever
Daddy gives you to swallow. Understood?”
I nod, my mouth watering for him. “Yes, Daddy.”
Ben lies in the grass in front of me with his legs spread
either side, boxing me in.
Bowing my head, I lick him from root and stem as the
milking cups sway on my teats. They’re starting to ache a
little, but the movement adds something exciting to the
sensation, so I get to licking and sucking at Ben with great
enthusiasm to set them swinging and bumping against his
thighs.
He smells so strongly of man, and he tastes so good
mixed with the honey balm that I might beg him for this
kind of medicine every milking time.
“Good girl,” he moans when I do something he really
likes. Following his cues, I give him more of what he likes
so he’ll know how badly I want to please him. “Suck me,
Maggie,” he growls once I’ve licked him clean.
I stretch my mouth around him, and his hand curls into
my hair tugging a little until my scalp is tingling. I do as I’m
told and suck him. I suck on his cock the way he’s sucked
on me.
His fist tightens in my hair, and I moan as he guides me
up and down his fat cock while I suck it.
With a grunt, he spills cum into my mouth, and I gulp it
down, just as he’s told me to.
Ben moans and fucks his cock into my mouth a few
times. I almost gag, but he pulls back before I can. I suckle
every drop from his slit and let him slip from my mouth as
he pulls away.
 “Such a good girl,” he whispers, stroking my cheek.
“Gobbling Daddy’s cum like that will make you nice and
strong, baby.”
“It will?”
“Mmhm. Full of protein and vitamins to make your skin
glow and your hair shine. You’re going to feel much
healthier.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Mm. Those manners are going to get me hard again,
Maggie. You know I love ‘em. Let’s get these cups off and
rub down you’re teats. I’ve got some more herbs steeping
in the kitchen for you to take with your lunch. Even made
you a batch of lactation cookies.”
“Lactation cookies?”
Ben grunts as he turns off the pump and gently slips the
cups off my long, swollen teats. “Full of fenugreek seeds to
get you filled out and flowing sooner,” he says, reaching for
his jeans and taking another pot of balm from his other
pocket before he sits beside me in the grass.
“Come sit in my lap so I can tend to these rosy teats,
Maggie.”
“Front ways, or back, Daddy?”
“So you can lean back against me and see all the pretty
things while I touch you, baby.”
He’s still naked, so I sit my sticky pussy right over his
cock. Ben snorts softly, and he rearranges me how he wants
while muttering something about me being impatient.
I rest back against him, enjoying the caring attention he
loves to give me. He strokes my breasts with downward
movements and is so gentle as he moisturizes my swollen
nipples that I know he thinks I’m precious, and that I’m
wanted. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“You’re making me so happy Daddy. I don’t know how
you could think I’d ever want to leave. Will you tell me
about all the herbs, and what they do?”
 “Of course, baby. I love it when you want to learn about
the things I know.”
“Are there herbs to make a girl horny?”
Ben chuckles. “I don’t think you need any of those ones,
Maggie. You’re plenty curious and greedy for cock as it is.
Once you’re ready to take me like big girl, I’m guessing
you’ll keep my cock busy for the rest of my days.”
“Yes, I will,” I agree with a nod as my eyes begin to feel
heavy.
Ben scoops me into his arms. “Once I’ve fed you up, it’s
nap time. Growing girls need lots of rest.”
I snuggle in against his big chest, close my eyes, and
listen to his steady heart as he carries me inside. “Yes,
Daddy.”
 CHAPTER TEN

I stand on the big scales in the barn, and Ben hums in

approval as he reads the display.
“Two weeks with me and you’re making good progress,
Maggie. Amazing what a little TLC can do, huh?”
Smiling at me, he cups my face and kisses the tip of my
nose as I grin back at him.
“I feel so much better already, Daddy. Thank you for
taking such good care of me.”
“You’re welcome, baby girl.”
His fingers sweep my hair back and then he drags his
rough fingers down my throat. “Your hair and skin are
shining and clear, and you’ve got a healthy glow that makes
you pretty as a picture.”
His big hands run across my shoulders and then slip
under my arms to follow the outline of my curves. “No milk
yet, but some of the weight you’ve put on is helping to fill
you out some,” he says, palming my small breasts. “Feel for
yourself, Maggie.”
I do as I’m told and nod. I’ve noticed my breasts are
fuller, and more heavy. They’re not what I want them to be
— not big enough to match Ben’s hands, but I’m hoping my
milk will help with that when it comes in.
Ben’s hands slide down to grip my hips, and he grunts.
“These are a woman’s hips now, Maggie. See the way my
fingers can sink in and take a firm hold?” He demonstrates,
and I shiver. I love it when he’s rough with me. It reminds
me that he’s so much bigger and stronger than me.
“I like that, Daddy.”
“I like it too,” he rumbles, sliding his hands around to
grab my ass. “Makes you seem less fragile, and gets me all
riled up when I think about you having a decent cushion for
me to bump against when I take you hard one day.”
I tremble in his grasp, and Ben slides one of his hands
between my legs. “You want Daddy to take you nice and
rough, Maggie?” he asks when he pulls his hand back
glistening with my juices.
I nod, and he chuckles.
“I haven’t even pushed myself all the way inside that
tight little cunt of yours yet. It’ll be a while before I’m
rough about it.”
Slowly sucking my juices from his fingers, he looks me
up and down with hungry eyes.
“Doesn’t make me want it less, Daddy. Please can I have
your big cock fill me soon? I want it so bad.”
“I know, baby. But with your period last week, we’re a
little behind on breaking you in. You’re still so damn tight.
All pretty and young and little. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know,” I mumble, knowing that if my tits were bigger
he’d stop seeing me as some half-grown woman and then
take me like I want him too.
Leaning in, Ben hoists me over his shoulder and spanks
my wet pussy. “Milking time, my sweet. Let’s see how wet
we can get you. When this pussy gets extra juicy, it’s easier
for Daddy to stretch you.”
He spanks me twice more and then rubs the throbbing
heat he’s left on my skin.
“Am I wet enough now?” I ask, feeling so empty and
needy inside.
“This is a good start, Maggie, but you always gush for
Daddy when you’re milking. You love the suction so damn
much, don’t you, baby? You’re going to be such a good little
milk maker.”
Ben sets me onto the comfortable, padded support
frame he made for me to rest on while I’m being pumped.
He hooks me up to the milking machine, sucking my
nipples into the cups one at a time, teasing me with the
suction before letting the cups clamp onto my breasts.
Once everything’s secure, he takes a walk around me.
It’s his routine now, and the way he looks at me as he’s
prowling always gets me wet with anticipation.
He’s deciding what to do to me… and it always ends
with me coming so hard that I’ll never say “no” to anything
he suggests.
He pulls the milking stool in behind me and sits, staring
at my naked ass. I hear him unzip his jeans and a thrill runs
through me.
“Whatcha doin’, Daddy?”
“Holding my hard cock, looking at my sweet girl, and
thinking about her tight little holes while she’s getting all
filthy wet. I never get over what that machine does to you,
Maggie. Hold the frame a second.”
I do as I’m told, and he lifts the back end of the frame up
until my ass is much higher in the air than my head. Ben
swings the stirrups outward so I’m spread as well. He can
walk right in close behind me now, and he does.
He runs the broad head of his cock though my folds,
collecting juices. I try to rub against him, but the frame
won’t allow it. Ben’s in control — just the way he likes it.
“How much of Daddy’s cock can you take today,
Maggie?”
“All of it.”
He chuckles. “We’ll see. Think about it for me, baby.
Think about taking Daddy’s cock while he milks you.”
I do as I’m told. Closing my eyes, I imagine Ben’s fat
cock muscling into my pussy, stretching me tight, and
pushing deep while my teats are being tugged at by the
pump. I imagine Ben fucking into me with the same rhythm
as the machine. Strong and steady. Until he fills me with so
much cum it drips out of me.
“Mmm. That’s good, Maggie.”
Ben slides his cock through my folds again and rubs on
my clit until I’m whimpering with need.
“Ready for Daddy?”
“Yes!”
The bulbous bloom of his cock is nudged between my
folds, and I feel the delicious pressure at my entrance that
I’ve come to relish. Ben pushes inward, and the flared head
of his cock stretches me taut as my body struggles to
accommodate him.
He gives the slightest thrust, and I gasp as my pussy
seizes tight on him.
Ben strokes my back, soothing me as I tremble. “This is
far enough for today baby.”
I shake my head. “More, Daddy.”
Ben’s cock pulls out, and I get a short, sharp slap across
my cheeks and empty pussy.
“No, Maggie. You’ll get what I give you.”
Somewhat delirious with arousal from the spank, the
milking, and the need for his cock to be back inside me
right now, I nod my understanding. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s better.”
Soothing the sting of the spanking, he continues rubbing
my ass, but he’s also smearing my juices around my asshole
with his thumb, teasing me with just a little pressure every
now and then.
“Let’s try that again,” he says, sliding his cock through
my crease and then pushing the wide head of it inside me a
little roughly. My pussy clamps and quivers around the
intrusion and he hums. “Maybe just a little more,” he says,
pulling back and then forging in deeper until I’m taking all
of his cock head and some of his thick shaft.
 Breathless from sheer fullness and delight, I’m on the
verge of coming. He’s inside me more than he’s ever been,
hitting new parts inside my pussy — the parts he usually
sets off with his fingers — but his cock feels so much better.
“Your cute little toes are curling, baby girl. Don’t you
come before we’re done playing.”
Breathing too hard to respond, I can only nod as I try to
hold back what feels inevitable.
“What to do with you,” he murmurs as he shifts back
and forth ever so slightly, letting his cock stretch my walls
as it slides in and out of me just a little.
I want so badly for him to shove himself deep, but he’s
got hang ups about me being little and breakable or
something.
“You love a good spanking, but you also love a little ass
play… I think I’ll give you both, baby. Make you clamp hard
around my cock and milk me the way I like.”
The first slap makes me do just that. He’s so big that
when my pussy squeezes him it’s incredibly hard work.
“Good girl. Again,” he demands, slapping the other
cheek before his big hands grip my hips, and he pushes his
massive cock inside me half an inch more. He thrusts
through my pussy’s clamped response to the slap, making
his cock feel even more huge and pushy.
I cry out and grip the milking frame as I struggle to keep
from coming. “Daddy.”
“I know, baby. You’re doing such a good job taking
Daddy’s cock. You can come when I count to five. Ready?”
Breathless, I nod as I feel his thick finger pressing at my
tightest hole.
“Push against me, Maggie.”
I do as I’m told, and his finger slides into my ass. I’m so
tight and uncomfortable everywhere, but somehow Ben
makes it all feel so good.
“On five, Maggie. One,” he says, sliding his finger in
deeper and then pulling it back.
 “Two.”
I moan as his finger surges into my asshole again, and
he strokes it along the inner wall between my pussy and
ass as if he’s stroking his own cock through it. It’s so
sensitive, and naughty, and good.
It feels as if I’m full of cocks, and I must be my Daddy’s
dirty little girl, because I love it.
When he says three, I’m ready for it. I want more. My
pussy tightens around Ben’s cock, and he nudges just a
little deeper. At “four” I’m so close to coming that my whole
body is shaking and tight with need.
Pulling back his finger and his cock, Ben thrusts both
forward at once. “Five.”
The pleasure bolts through me at having him this deep
in both holes. He hasn’t bottomed out, but as I twitch and
convulsive around his cock, he thrusts against the
constriction, stretching my walls, and pushing me to keep
coming until I’m limp, and shivering with every aftershock,
and his cum is dripping onto the barn floor.
He rubs it into me, massaging it gently into my ass and
pussy before he follows it up with the honey balm. He
murmurs softly to me the whole time, and once he’s
lowered the frame back down, he takes off the milking cups
and takes me back to the cabin to give loving and gentle
aftercare to my swollen teats.
I’m fed and washed, the balms reapplied, and then I’m
put to bed early with Ben’s praises ringing in my ears.
I’m almost ready to take all of him, and when I look back
over the last few weeks, I can honestly say, I’ve enjoyed
every minute of the wait.
 CHAPTER ELEVEN

S omething wakes me.

My eyes open, but I can’t see a thing. It’s pitch black
out, and the only sound is that of the late summer rain on
the tin roof of the cabin. Ben’s strong arm is draped over
me, his hot naked body pressed to my back and his steady
breath is warming the back of my neck.
Everything is just as it should be, but something’s
different. The way he’s holding me?
Uncomfortable, I try to twist in Ben’s arms, but they lock
tight around me, as if I’m trying to escape his heavenly
embrace.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“Nothing.” His arm lifts off me, but I still feel
uncomfortable. “I…”
I freeze. I know what’s changed.
Sensitive and achy, my breasts feel tight.
My hands don’t know what to believe when I touch
them, and I gasp — which has Ben instantly wide awake
and reaching for the lamp.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as light floods the room and
reveals what my hands have already discovered.
My breasts are massive.
Swollen and tender, they’re so big and have stretched
my skin so tight that the tissue beneath feels rock hard.
 “Baby,” Ben whispers, reaching for me. “Your milk’s
come in.”
Gently, he runs his fingers over my firm breasts and then
softly palms them, gaining a feel for them and testing their
weight.
I’m not sure either of us can believe how much of his big
hands I’m filling. It’s what I’ve always wanted. My breasts
are huge.
And judging from how quickly Ben’s massive cock takes
a stand, he likes them too.
I display them proudly for him as he stares and stares,
unable to take his eyes off them.
Ben wets his lips and finally meets my eyes. “How do
they feel, Maggie?”
“Big,” I say with a grin, showing them off with pride.
He nods and looks me over before muttering under his
breath and appearing somewhat anxious to calm himself.
I like this response from him. Very borderline control.
It feels as if he might finally go all the way with me —
regardless of whether he’s meaning to or not. I suspect
he’s been delaying doing just that because he couldn’t
quite bring himself to fuck me fully when my body didn’t
quite align with how grown up I actually am.
There’s no denying it now, though.
I’m all woman.
Well, I’ll always be his little girl, but now I’m his little
girl and his woman.
“Do you like them, Daddy?” I ask, leaning forward to see
how heavy they feel when they hang down.
Ben grunts, his eyes on my chest as his cock strains.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” I can’t stop grinning.
“You want to fuck me like a big girl now, Daddy?”
Ben’s heated gaze lifts to mine and he jumps off the bed.
“Don’t say shit like that, Maggie, or I’ll have myself balls
deep in you before you’re ready. Don’t make this harder
than it already is! Fuck. Look at you!”
 Gripping his cock, he stalks outside into the rain, and
the cabin door swings shut behind him.
Left alone with my giant breasts, I don’t quite know
what to do.
I head to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror,
and can’t blame Ben for his reaction. All glowing skin, long,
lush hair, and wicked curves in the form of boobs and ass
now, I’m the picture of a supremely fuckable woman. I’d do
me.
Sliding my fingers between my legs, I give my clit a little
love, but it’s not the same as when Ben does it.
There’s something so enjoyable about a big, strong,
important man taking the time and care to make me feel
good with his thick fingers and fat cock…
My breasts begin to throb, and it feels as if they’re
growing even bigger. They’re getting even tighter, and
there’s an achiness to them that’s becoming more sore than
pleasurable.
“Ben?”
I move back to the bedroom, but he’s not there. The
cabin is empty except for me.
Heading out onto the porch where the light is on, I find
him sitting on the edge of the decking in the rain still
fisting his cock as he stares into the darkness.
“Daddy?”
Shaking his head, Ben refuses to look at me. “I need a
minute, Maggie. You look too fucking gorgeous. Just get
inside out of the rain. I’ll be in soon.”
The rain is soaking my hair and sending tiny rivers down
my skin. I watch as it drips from my engorged breasts. I’m
loving their shape, and size, but not the soreness that
makes them feel as if they might explode.
Not wanting to disobey, but also not wanting to be alone
with this scary new feeling, I toss my wet hair over my
shoulder and stay where I am in the rain.
“But Daddy, I need you.”
 He turns to me then. “What’s the matter, Maggie?”
Holding my breasts, I move toward him. “They’re
hurting, Daddy.”
Ben takes my hand and pulls me closer, guiding me to
straddle him before lowering me into his lap. He strokes
one of my breasts and hums. “You’re getting too full,
Maggie. That’s why. You need your milk to be drained.”
I arch my back, presenting my over-sized breasts to him,
desperate for his mouth. “Will you help me, Daddy?”
He looks over my breasts and rumbles his desire. “Of
course, baby.”
His huge cock strains beneath me, and I shiver as he
flicks the tip of his tongue over one of my nipples, teasing
me a moment before he latches on firmly and starts
suckling hard. My nipple prickles as he tugs on my breast
with his mouth and then it happens.
Sweet relief.
I utter a small gasp at how good it feels, and Ben moans
into my breast. His mouth clamps me slightly when he
swallows and then he keeps suckling.
He’s drinking my milk… and he’s sucking it from me as
if it’s liquid gold.
My other breast swells even tighter and that nipple
begins to prickle too. I look down and see a drop of milk
forming at my teat before it trickles away. I tilt my face up
to the dark sky and let the warm rain cascade down my
body as Ben draws the milk from within me.
Squirming restlessly in his lap, I run my fingers through
his wet hair and close my fists around it. Ben growls into
my teat and suckles even harder as I start rubbing against
him.
“Feels so good, Daddy. I want you to make the other one
feel better, but I don’t want you to stop. What do I do?”
He lets my nipple slip from his mouth, and we both
marvel at how it sprays milk at his beard. He laps at my
breast as the rain mixes with my milk and then he takes my
mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss.
It’s the first real kiss we’ve shared since I got here, and
at first I don’t know how to respond, but as his tongue
strokes mine, coaxing it into action and then bullying me
into something deep and needy, I can’t help but submit. He
tastes sweet, but his kiss promises no such thing.
He’s a rough and dirty mountain man, and he knows
what he wants.
He’s my mountain Daddy.
And he wants me.
Breaking the kiss, he takes my other breast in his
mouth, sucking, and tugging until I moan with relief as my
nipple prickles and then sprays. My mind falls under some
sort of bliss-spell, and all I can feel is pleasure and relief.
Ben’s big hands don’t stop working. It’s as if he can’t get
enough of my new tits. Softer now that they’re not so full,
they become his play things as he suckles and laps at any
milk leaking from me.
His cock’s so hard beneath me, but it’s pressed flat, and
I slide all over it unable to think of anything else.
“Daddy. I’m a big girl now,” I whimper impatiently.
“You sure are, Maggie,” he says, hoisting me upward so
he can run his cock through my juices. His velvety rod
bumps along my clit, spreading my pussy lips as it passes,
and I tremble with readiness.
“Your milk is half honey, sweet girl. I can’t wait another
minute to get my cock inside you. Come here.” He guides
me lower until his fat cock nestles between my folds and
presses to my entrance. Lifting his hand from his cock to
reach up and stroke my face, he smiles at me. I smile too.
His hand smells like pussy, and I know I must be wet
enough to take him.
“Please fuck me, Daddy. I need you inside me.”
I move against him, restless with desire. My muscles
want to scream that they’re not doing what they want to.
 “Just relax, baby. I know you’re excited, but when you
tense up I can’t shove my big cock inside your tight little
cunt.”
I shiver, and he grins.
“My girl loves it when I talk dirty. You want Daddy to
suck your teats while he fucks you?”
I nod, trying to take the head of his cock inside me by
rubbing against it. Ben curbs my actions, leaving me even
more needy when he eases himself back.
“Easy, Maggie. Daddy’s got it under control. You just
throw your head back and enjoy the rain while I worship
my gorgeous, milky little goddess.”
I look down to see my nipples leaking. My milk mixes
with the rain, making cloudy water. It looks as if I’m
dripping a lot. From the look on Ben’s face, and the milk
mustache he’s wearing, he’s loving it.
Biting my smile, I do as I’m told and lift my face to the
sky to feel the cool rain pattering down.
Ben tugs and suckles at my teats, and brings his cock
back in line with my pussy. I’m so wet that he slips past my
entrance several times before coming to notch into
position.
Rocking my hips slowly as he milks me with his mouth,
my mountain Daddy works the thick head of his cock inside
my tight pussy. And then he keeps rocking me, filling me up
until I’m bursting.
He lets me adjust a moment, and I pant at the night sky,
trying to catch my breath when everything feels so damn
good.
His fingers dig into my flesh, and he lifts my hips
upward, raising me until only the head of his cock is still
inside me, then he brings me down firmly, wedging himself
deeper than he’s ever been.
I rock against him, and his hard suction tugs my breast,
making my core clench around his massive cock. My pussy
quivers on the edge of pure pleasure, and I squirm against
him, desperate for more.
“Yes, Daddy. Again! Please!”
He lifts me, but this time pumps his cock into me part
way a few times until he’s greased up and gliding super-
smoothly.
“Mmm. That’s my girl.”
He pulls me down hard and moans as his cock bottoms
out deep inside me.
I shift around, trying to adjust to his extreme size.
“Daddy you’re so big.”
“All the better to fuck you with, baby,” he replies, sliding
me up and down his big shaft. “Mmm. Look at those pretty
breasts bounce. I could watch ‘em all day. And this tight
little cunt of yours is so fucking greedy it wants to be fed
all the time,” he growls, holding me to him and then rolling
with me until I’m pinned beneath him.
His biceps bulge as he pushes himself up so he can look
down at me while he’s fucking his whole fat cock into me.
My breasts jiggle around in a way they’ve never had the
ability to do before, and Ben seems to love it.
I look between my legs to where his glistening cock is
pumping in and out of me and can’t look away. It seems
unreal something that big could fit inside me, and it feels
so good as he drives into me over and over again. My
stretched pussy swallows him up each time until our curls
meet and his heavy balls smack my ass, then he pistons out
and in again. It’s like some extremely dirty kiss that makes
my insides draw ever-tighter in the build up to something
even better.
“Daddy, I love it. Please don’t ever stop.”
“Fucking hell, Maggie. This is a life better than I ever
could have imagined. I’m so glad you came to me with your
pretty eyes, and curious heart. You’re so innocent and
sweet, and your tiny little cunt makes me feel like a
monster, but you’re mine, baby.”
 Ben gathers my ass beneath him and gives it a little
spank. “Come on top of Daddy,” he says, as if it’s some sort
of reward.
It is.
His cock feels even bigger when I’m on top, and now I
can rub my clit on him too.
“That’s it, Maggie. Ride Daddy. Make yourself come
hard on his big cock.”
I do as I’m told, sliding his cock in and out of me as I
rock against his hard body. My juices spill over him making
him even more slippery in the rain. Everything sounds so
fucking wet.
As if I’m the only thing in the world that matters, Ben
can’t seem to look away as he strokes my thighs. Rumbling
softly to himself, his eyes trace my face and my curves, and
his cock strains inside me. Thrusting his pelvis upward as
I’m on a downward stroke, Ben slams my hips down hard,
stealing my breath as his cock bumps against my womb.
He does it again and again, grinding my clit into him
until I have no control over my body at all.
I’m Daddy’s fuck-hole, and he makes it feel so good.
He’s not unaffected. I can feel the power building in his
body — can feel the barely restrained tension in his
muscles and the urgency of his movements as he pumps my
pussy full of cock.
He’s going to come as hard as I am, and that thought
sends a tremor of satisfaction through me as Ben fills me
hard, burying himself deep and then pinning me to him so
that I can’t escape the fullness as he drags my clit over the
hard bone beneath the dark curls at the base of his cock.
It’s all I can take. Whimpering, I try to hold the orgasm
back to make this first real fucking last longer, but I can’t.
It shakes me apart and my pussy clamps around Ben’s huge
cock, unendingly grateful that he’s finally filling me so
completely.
 “Daddy.” I wail my release into the rain, riding it for all
it’s worth.
“Maggie, baby,” Ben whispers, tensing beneath me.
His cock swells and pulses inside me as he jets cum into
my depths. His hold on me loosens, and I slide up and down
his cock at will, my spasms milking his cock for every last
drop of cum. It starts to spill from me in a hot and slick
mess, and Ben drags his hands down my back, easing me to
rest upon his chest as my trembling body suffers wonderful
little aftershocks of pleasure.
“I did it, Daddy. I took your whole cock. Did I do good for
my first time?”
“Baby girl, you were so good I nearly lost my damn
mind,” he says with a chuckle.
“And my milk was okay?”
“It was beautiful, Maggie. Just like you. You like your
new breasts?”
“I love them. Do you?”
“Love them? Heck, yeah. And I’m going to love milking
you too. By mouth, and with the machine tomorrow.”
His softening cock jerks inside me, threatening to
harden right back up.
“I don’t know if you can tell, on account of all the cum
and juices already, but you’re making me wet just talking
about it, Daddy.”
Ben snorts. “That’s the rain making you wet, sugar. And
since we’re already wet, what would you say to a midnight
swim in the creek?”
“I’d say that I’d love to, but you’re going to have to carry
me. You fucked me so well I can’t feel my legs.”
The rich sound of Ben’s laughter fills the air and when
he hauls me onto his shoulder and spanks my ass, I’m
grinning into the night as he carries me off to his creek to
bathe me.
Ben takes good care of the creatures he loves, and I’m
looking forward to being looked after by him every day.
Even though my body feels spent and satisfied, I can’t help
but look forward to being pumped by machine tomorrow.
There’s just something about the way the milking cups
tug at me, and I love to feel Ben’s bulky presence in close
behind me…
 CHAPTER TWELVE

B en pulls me out to the barn to put me on the milking

machine first thing in the morning.
My breasts have swollen again since he drained them in
the night, and I don’t think either of us can wait to play. I
feel so much more feminine and adult with such big
breasts, and Ben keeps looking at me as if I’m the most
gorgeous creature on earth. I’m so glad that I had the idea
to force myself into lactating. I’m also grateful that when
Ben found out what I was doing, he responded in such a
supportive way, helping me to become the woman I wanted
to be.
My mountain Daddy loves to give me what I want.
It’s what he wants too.
Tugging me behind him, Ben grabs the portable
pumping machine and wheels it outside into the sun. The
ground is soft and muddy from last night’s rain, but it’s
warm out, and the air is filled with the calm of a lazy
summer’s day.
When he’s found a good spot, Ben turns to me and once
again his hands travel over my new, feminine curves. He
can hardly take his hands off me. And he knows it.
Moaning softly, he shakes himself out of his lusty daze.
“I think you’re going to have to start wearing clothes
again, or I’m not going to get anything else done around
here.”
My cheeks warm, and I bat my lashes at him. “Daddy.”
“I’m not kidding, Maggie. You’re looking so good I could
suckle and nibble at you all day. It’s taking all my strength
not to have you, ass-up in the mud with my cock buried
deep right now.”
I cinch my thighs together, and Ben rumbles at me.
“Don’t tempt me, Maggie. You’ll need a little time to
recover after taking my big cock in that tiny little cunt of
yours last night. I’m going to hook you up, make sure
you’re taken care of, and then I’m going to do my chores,”
he says firmly, as if he’s setting those boundaries for
himself as much as for me. “You’re going to be my end of
day reward, baby. That’s the only way I’m going get shit
done.”
“End of the day?” I whine, wanting him inside me
already.
Ben pulls me close. “Now don’t you go pushing me with
that tone, Maggie. If you want a spanking, all you need to
do is ask for it.”
A little short of breath, I nod. “Please spank me, Daddy.”
“On your knees, Maggie.”
I do as I’m told, gazing up at him with awe and delight.
“Don’t look up at me like that.”
“Like what, Daddy?”
“Like you want to suck my cock. No cum until the end of
the day,” he growls — and again it’s as if he’s reaffirming
that rule for us both. “Lean forward and brace yourself for
impact. This spanking’s going to set those big breasts
swinging, sweet girl.”
The sharp sting heats my ass, and my engorged breasts
bounce for him just as he’s demanded. He grunts in
approval and unzips his jeans to set his massive cock free.
“You see what you do to me, Maggie? Daddy’s going to
have this raging boner all day.”
 A second slap snaps across my cheeks, and his cock
jerks as my breasts bounce again. We’re both in love with
how big they are. They seem to get bigger and bigger, and I
know I need to be milked because they’re starting to get
achy again, but it’s a feeling I’m quite enjoying under the
circumstances, and right now I want them as big as
possible. The bigger they are, the more Ben seems to want
them. I’m hoping he’ll be so turned on he’ll break his rules
and fuck me before the end of the day.
He spanks me again, and I moan as my huge breasts
seem to tug at my body with their movement. “Lower,
Daddy. Spank my pussy.”
Ben’s touch becomes instantly tender. Soothing the hot
skin he’s made red, he slips his hand lower to slide over my
wet pussy.
“Daddy knows what he’s doing, Maggie. If I smack this
juicy little puss, it’ll get even more swollen. You won’t be
ready for the end of the day. Do you want cock today?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me take care of you.” He strokes the side of
my breasts and hums softly. “Time for pumping, now.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Ben turns on the machine and guides one of the cups to
my right breast. The suction makes my nipple tingle and
my pussy gush, but my breast is so full and so tight that it
won’t suck on properly by itself. Ben holds the cup in place
and massages my hard breast tissue, coaxing the milk
forward while the suction tugs at my tingling nipples. I
groan with relief when the letdown comes, and in a short
while the cup stays in position on its own, milking me with
every delicious tug.
Watching me closely, Ben does the same with my other
swollen breast until the next cup suctions onto my softer
tissues to pump me for milk.
“Feel good now, baby?”
I nod. “So good. Thank you, Daddy.”
 “You’re welcome, beautiful. The letdown will get faster
as you get used to it.”
Getting used to it… as if we might do this for a long time
to come.
I shift restlessly, gushing at the thought, and Ben’s eyes
lift to my ass. He slides his hand around behind me and
groans as he runs his fingers through my folds. Bringing
them back he looks at his dripping fingers, and then at me.
His eyes are dark with need.
Licking my juices from his fingers, he moans and
collects more. Rubbing my arousal all over his cock, he
shudders. “That’s all for me until later,” he rumbles,
tucking his cock back inside his jeans and doing up his fly.
“My girl needs some attention, though. Doesn’t she?”
Nodding, I sway my ass a little.
“Her tight little pussy must be sore from taking such a
big man’s cock.”
Ben slips a tub of balm from his back pocket. “I’ve got
what you need, baby. You’ll feel better soon.”
Scooping out a generous amount, Ben smears the
honeyed cream all over my pussy, pushing some inside and
massaging my inner walls until my body’s begging him for
the orgasm he’s teasing me with. The milking cups tug at
me, keeping me from going far, and my hands and knees
pore at the ground as I chase his probing hands, seeking
sweet relief.
Ben keeps me wanting.
He seals up the tub of balm, and grins at me. “If Daddy
has to wait, then so do you, Maggie.”
Whimpering and helpless, I watch as he walks to the
nearby wood pile. Picking up the ax, he splits a section of
log in one swing. And then another. And another. He chops
wood until his bulging muscles are glistening with sweat in
the summer sunshine, and I’m so fucking turned on that I
might as well be drooling. The man’s enough to make me
drip from both ends — there’s already a tickling sensation
running down my inner thighs.
There’s a swagger in his step as he comes back to me,
as if he knows what he’s doing to me. He walks around me
slowly and hums to himself as he’s staring at my bare ass.
“Maggie, my sweet little honeysuckle, you are going to be
the death of me.”
Kneeling behind me, Ben runs his tongue through my
pussy lips, gathering up a whole mess of juices. I moan and
beg for more, but he tells me again that I have to wait.
He’s still licking his lips when he removes the milking
cups from my teats, and his beard holds evidence of my
arousal. My pussy clenches at the sight of it, recalling what
that rough hair feels like when it’s dragged over my
sensitive flesh.
Ben rubs the other balm all over my breasts and teats as
he soothes me in my post-milking bliss. He spends more
time than usual, fondling and manhandling my breasts, and
I know it’s because he loves having something bigger to
play with. My breasts fill his hands now — even after a
milking — and it’s everything I imagined for myself.
Finishing up, Ben turns me in the direction of the cabin
and spanks my butt to send me on my way.
“Go get some clothes on so I don’t want to fuck you so
bad. No panties though.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I take two steps and then pause as he’s
taking out the milking machine’s collection cylinder.
“Can I see?”
Ben smiles and waves me back. “Curious girl, you are so
cute. Come see what you made for Daddy.”
He tilts the jug my way, and a little thrill runs through
me at seeing my own milk.
“It’s not as much as a cow makes,” I say quietly, a little
disappointed with the amount.
Ben laughs out loud. “Baby, you’re much smaller than a
cow. And it’s a good start. The more we milk you, the more
you’ll make, but soon Daddy will have you in a nice balance
of production. You need to eat and sleep well to help build
your supply, and we can get your breasts even bigger if you
want to.”
I nod, excited by that idea. Ben grins and touches a
finger to my nose. “Daddy likes big breasts too,” he admits
before bringing the milk collection jug to his lips and
tipping it up to drink my milk.
“Daddy?”
“Mm?”
“What does it taste like?”
Ben licks his lips and glances into the jug. “You want to
taste, curious girl?”
I nod, and he grins. “Always up for a new experience,
aren’t you baby?”
Smiling back, I take the container in both hands and tilt
it up to get the last little trickle of milk. I let it run over my
tongue before swallowing it down and then I stare at Ben.
“So sweet.”
“You sure are, little honeysuckle. Now go put some
damn clothes on so Daddy can think straight.” He sends me
on my way with a gentle spank, and I trot up the hill.
“And don’t you go touching yourself before next milking,
Maggie. Daddy wants you needy, primed, and ready for
cock at the end of the day — that means no coming before
then. You hear me?”
Body already strung tight with need, I moan internally at
having to wait, but I know Ben will make it worth my while.
Just imagining what he might do has me more than willing
to obey. “Promise I’ll be good, Daddy!”
“That’s my girl!”
 CHAPTER THIRTEEN

S ometime in the early afternoon, while I’m making him a

sandwich and munching on lactation cookies, Ben comes
inside and presses up behind me at the kitchen counter. I
slide his lunch to one side and reach for another cookie,
tilting my ass into him as I do so. I may have clothes on, but
two can play the teasing game.
“You made me a sandwich?”
“Well, sure. I like taking care of you too, Ben.”
He rumbles and presses closer as his hands slide
upward from my hips. Slipping under my cropped t-shirt,
his big hands cup my full breasts, and he rumbles again.
“Get me a cookie, baby,” he says, grinding his hard cock
against my ass when I reach for one. “Two,” he says,
making me reach for another so that he can do it again.
Giggling, I hold his cookies up for him. “Here.”
Spinning me around, he lifts me to sit on the kitchen
counter. He nips my fingers and takes one of the cookies
into his mouth, chomping it up as his eyes devour me.
“You want this one too, Mr. I-like-lactation-cookies? Are
you trying to grow boobs now?”
Ben snorts and lifts the front of my t-shirt up and over
my head so that I’m wearing it more like a short-sleeved
jacket that leaves my breasts bare and exposed to him.
 “That one’s for you, sweetness. It’s milk and cookie
time.”
Latching on to one swollen breast, Ben suckles firmly
until I feel that happy sensation of release and start flowing
into his mouth. His fingers stroke me to encourage the flow,
and I just love the way his mouth tugs and then compresses
around my breast as he gulps down the goodness I’ve made
for him. Whatever he’s been doing outside must be thirsty
work, because he drinks and sucks at me until after my
breast is drained, and then he starts straight in on the
other one, which has already started leaking at the thought
of nursing him.
I eat my cookie and watch the fun as he toys with my
free breast while he suckles at the other.
“You’re making me so wet, Daddy. I love your hot
mouth.”
His hand drops to my thigh, and he gives it a squeeze
before sliding his fingers between my legs. I shuffle on my
butt to open myself to him, and he moans as he pets my
pussy. He fumbles with his zipper and then rushes to find
my hands. He clamps them around his cock as he suckles at
me and pulls at my teats with his mouth and his hands.
I slide my hands all over his velvet cock, loving the way
it strains at me and swells so big that the sprawling veins
along the surface look as if they’ll burst.
Gasping, Ben finally unlatches from my breast and takes
a step back. “Oh, baby. You’re making my cock weep.”
I glance down and see the pre-cum welling at his slit.
“Can I have it, Daddy?”
He tugs me off the counter and pushes my head down
toward his cock. “Just a little.”
I lick him once and then suckle at him, and he groans.
Taking another step back, he puts his cock away again.
“Soon, Maggie. Turn around and lean over the counter so
Daddy can see if your swelling’s going down.”
 I do as I’m told, and Ben pushes my skirt up onto my ass
to get a good look at me. “Almost ready for me, baby.”
My ears perks up at the sound of the balm unscrewing,
and I rock my hips restlessly. “Make me all better, Daddy.
Hurry.”
Ben rumbles at me as he gently massages his healing
balm into my tender folds. “Can’t wait for Daddy’s cock, is
that it?” he asks, pushing his thick fingers inside me to
spread the honey balm everywhere he’s stretched me the
night before. “That’s what I like to hear, Maggie.”
Yanking his fingers out of me, he spanks me right on my
clit. I cry out as my core clenches around emptiness,
wishing it’d meet some delicious resistance and friction
that’d push me over the edge into orgasm. Instead, Ben
lowers my skirt back down and puts another cookie in my
mouth.
‘Make some more milk for Daddy, and I’ll see you at
pumping time,” he says with a grin as he leaves me
whimpering.
 CHAPTER FOURTEEN

M ilking time comes, and I can’t find Ben anywhere.

I know it’s time, because my breasts are so swollen
and hard that they’re stretching my t-shirt within a stitch of
its life, and every movement makes the taut fabric drag
across my tender nipples making me crave a milking in the
worst way.
Unable to see him as I scan the yard, I head out onto the
farm in search of Ben. I don’t want to hook myself up to the
pump without him. It’s our special time together, and I’m so
wet thinking about him fucking me while the machine milks
me, that I’m not even considering going solo.
I’ve been waiting for his big cock all day, and I want it.
“Daddy?”
He’s not in the barn, so I move through the gardens and
the orchard, following the line of the electric bear fence
that I wouldn’t dare to venture past. “Ben! Where are you?”
I follow the creek a ways until I can see the lower fields,
but he’s nowhere in sight.
“Ben?” My voice trembles, and I try to be brave, but my
heart is racing.
Forcing myself to stay calm, I think that he might’ve
been coming to see me while I’ve been out looking for him,
and I head back toward the cabin. I find him carrying a
huge armful of wood around the side of the house, and my
heart stops pounding in panic and starts fluttering with joy.
“There you are! Ben, I need you!”
He looks over his shoulder at me. His jaw drops and
then so does his cargo. Abandoning the firewood, he comes
straight for me.
Brushing a tear from my cheek, he bends down until his
face is level with mine. “I’m here, Maggie. What’s wrong?
Something scare you? Did you go past the bear fence?” His
tone lowers into a growl with that last question, and I
shake my head.
“No. I just need you, and I couldn’t find you anywhere,
and I thought maybe…”
Ben frowns. “Maybe what, Maggie?”
I shake my head again. “You won’t leave me, will you
Daddy?”
His eyes soften around the edges as he looks me over.
“That mother of yours make all the other men in your life
leave?”
Sniffing, I nod.
Ben takes my hand, weaving his fingers between mine
and then holding tight as he meets my eyes. “Not this man.
You hear me? He’s as much yours as you are his, and he
won’t be anywhere but here for you. Is that clear?”
I feel myself melting into his warm brown eyes as I nod.
Coming from Ben, the steady rock of a mountain man, it’s a
very convincing and romantic declaration.
“Good,” he rumbles in his deep voice. “Now quit your
crying and come with me. Your tits are leaking, and they’re
fucking ginormous.”
He’s right. I look down to see I’ve soaked two circles
into my thin white t-shirt, and my dark nipples are visible
through the wet and clinging fabric.
Ben leads me toward the barn so quickly that I have to
trot to keep up. My breasts bounce with every step, and
any time he looks at me — which is often — he swears
under his breath.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands as he drops my hand
to get the milking machine up and running. He hooks the
cups on my custom-made milking frame, ready for me, and
then watches as I peel off my t-shirt.
“And the skirt?” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of
my floaty, pink miniskirt, but Ben shakes his head.
“No, sweetness. I like that just where it is, and I
especially like the eyeful you give me when you bend over.
Come here, and let me take a good look at my big girl.”
I do as I’m told, coming to stand right in front of him.
His big hands are gentle, but I still gasp when he touches
my breasts. My skin is so tight and sensitive that every soft
stroke of his fingers is felt ten times more than usual.
“So big, baby. How does it feel?”
“Good and bad all at once. It feels so tight and achy, but
when they’re bouncing some, and my nipples start
throbbing and tingling, it… it makes me wet.”
“Bounce for me, Maggie,” Ben says, staring at me while
he unzips his jeans. Pushing them down, he then tugs them
off over his boots and kicks them aside until he’s standing
fully naked — apart from his big boots. His cock is thick
and heavy looking, and it’s pointing right at me as if I’m his
target. I shiver as the thrill of anticipation runs down my
spine.
Bouncing a little as he’s asked, I enjoy the weight of my
full breasts, but what I really love is the look on Ben’s face.
Fisting his cock, he rumbles at me. “Fucking gorgeous. One
of these days I’m going to fuck you when they’re full like
that. Did you know that they leak when you come? I’m
going to fuck you till your giant tits are bouncing and you
come so hard you spray me down like a firehose. Then I’m
going to hook you up to the pump and fuck you all over
again.”
 I shift in place, rubbing my slick thighs together.
“Daddy.”
“Come here, sweet girl. Daddy will get you more
comfortable.”
My breasts are so engorged he has to hold the cups in
place again until my flow starts and the tissue softens
enough to form a seal for the suction. I moan as the
letdown hits, and I know I must be spraying milk down the
cups the way Ben said he wants to make me spray for him
someday soon.
“Feel good, baby?”
“So good, Daddy.”
Ben slides his hand between my legs and groans. “Get
on your frame, Maggie. Daddy’s made you wait all day, but
now he’s going to reward you for being such a good girl.”
I clamber onto the frame, letting my breasts and the
suction cups hang over the edge as I rest my belly on the
cushioned support. My ass hangs over the edge and my
knees rest on the soft hay as my feet slide into the stirrups.
In this position, the cups tug my breasts downward, and my
back end is accessible to Ben while my legs are spread in a
way that keeps me open to his approach.
Ben leans in to suckle at my clit, and my body reacts as
if he’s slapped me.
Straining against the frame, I whimper as he pulls away.
“Daddy.”
It’s a breathless sort of plea, but I know he hears it
because he rumbles a response and comes in close behind
me.
I can feel his warmth getting closer, and then he’s
pressed up against my legs with his powerful thighs
grazing the backs of my much smaller ones.
His fingers run through my crease, and he hums. “My
sweet girl sure loves being milked. You’re dripping honey,
baby.”
 I shift my ass against his fingers, hoping to snare one
with my pussy, but he purposely keeps me wanting — the
way he has all day. The frame inches higher at the back
end, raising me so that I’m high enough for Ben to fuck me
while he’s on his knees.
“How’s that, sweet girl?” he asks, running the thick,
flared head of his cock through my folds, lubing himself up.
I shudder and buck in my frame as my pussy tries to lure
him in. “It’s so good, Daddy.”
Ben rocks the frame a little, and it sets the milking cups
on my breasts swinging. I moan as they tug at me, drawing
my nipples down hard as it’s pumping me in a rhythm my
body loves. I try to lift my tail for Ben to slide in, but the
frame doesn’t give me much control.
I’m the young milking cow, and Ben’s the big, rough bull
who’s going to mount me from behind. I haven’t taken his
whole cock in this position before, but just thinking about it
is enough to electrify me. Every nerve is on high alert.
Big, soothing hands run over my back, calming my over-
excited body.
“Easy, girl. Daddy’s in control. He knows what you
need.”
Moaning, I nod as he fingers my asshole with a slippery
digit. Ben has ways of making me feel good that I hadn’t
even thought of until he’s shown me. I want to learn all
there is to know about fucking, and I’ve got the most
gorgeous and encouraging teacher.
“Daddy’s excited too. You’re a big girl, all broken in now.
You can take what Daddy gives you, can’t you, sweetness?”
“Yes,” I whisper, so empty and needing to be filled.
Bending to the side, Ben adjusts a dial on the pumping
machine and the suction gets even stronger. I moan and
strain against the milking frame, and Ben crowds even
closer at my back end. “That’s it, baby. Soak me.”
The pressure on my teats is tugging so hard and when
Ben’s cock notches at my entrance, I’m helplessly needy
and begging for him. “Daddy!”
Pushing inside, Ben buries himself to the hilt, filling me
hard in one thrust. He roars and pulls back to do it again
and again. His balls are soaked in my juices and they slap
against my clit with a wet smack with every thrust as his
fat cock slides in and out of me.
My daddy bull is fucking me with his massive cock while
my teats are being pulled and milked for his supper.
Ben barely grazes my clit with his fingers before the
orgasm tears though me. I cry out as he fucks me hard
through the spasms, making them last and last. His fat cock
has me stretched so tight, and the head of it rubs against
my pussy walls in a way that’s pummeling the pleasure
from me.
Ben roars again, his thrusts growing wild as he slams his
cock into me. And then there’s something new, and good,
and I feel myself climbing even higher.
My mountain daddy’s broad thumb presses into my ass,
and every time he pounds into me, his body presses it
deeper. I’m being fucked in both holes.
“Daddy!”
I’ve never imagined such pleasure, and my body is
shaking so hard I can’t even hope to control it. Ben sinks
deep and stills with a groan as he shoots me full of cum. My
pussy squeezes it from his cock until we’re a sloppy mess,
and still my pussy won’t quit.
Ben groans and lowers his weight over me as my pussy
twitches and tugs at his cock. He slips his thumb from my
ass and pumps his cock into me a few times as if stirring
his mess. He slowly nurses the last of my pleasure from me,
then he pulls out and lets his cum drip from me onto the
hay.
Washing his hands at the sink, he comes to release me
from the milking cups and then pulls me into his arms.
“Baby girl, you are the best damn thing to ever happen to
me. I’m gonna take such good care of you, aren’t I?”
 Nodding, I rest my cheek to his big strong shoulder and
gaze up at him like the absolute hero he is. “Yes, Daddy.
You take such good care of me, and I love you so much.
Thank you for helping me to be a woman you can be proud
of. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Ben pats my bottom and hums to himself as he carries
me up to the cabin.
“I’m definitely proud of you, Maggie. Coming out here to
find me, and asking me to help get you what you need to
feel loved… you’re brave, and clever, and just the sweetest,
most curious little thing, and I love you too.”
“I’ve loved you forever,” I confess, batting my lashes at
him fondly.
“Well I can’t say I felt the same way back then, Maggie.
That’d be so wrong. But I sure do love my sweet girl as a
woman, and was pretty quick to come around to the idea,
wasn’t I?”
I smile and kiss his cheek. “Yes, Daddy.”
Ben grins as he looks me over. “I’m sort of your daddy
and your man, aren’t I? Is that too weird?”
“Not to me,” I tell him as I look him in the eyes. “I love
my sweet, protective Daddy, and I love getting roughed up
by my big and burly mountain man. I’m taken care of in
every possible way. It took you a while to come around, but
it was definitely worth the wait.”
Ben grunts in agreement.
“Believe me when I say that I didn’t want to wait,
Maggie. But our patience paid off. You’re milking like a
jersey, and we broke you in so well that you just took my fat
cock as if you were made for it. Hell, I wanted to fuck you
like that the day you showed up, but you were so little and
frail I thought I’d break your sexy little ass. It was so
fucking hard to resist your begging lips and pretty little
cunt, but it was absolutely worth the wait to have you able
to take me like that, baby. Shit, I’ve never been prouder of
us both for not rushing it. Let’s get you rubbed down, fed
up, and curled into my bed. You’ve had a big day, and
tomorrow promises to be just as fun.”
 ALSO BY ELENA DAWNE

Thanks for reading

MOUNTAIN DADDY’S MILK & HONEY

If you liked it, maybe you’ll consider leaving a review? Or maybe you want
more from me…

I follow my erotic muse wherever that filthy bitch takes me so each story I
write can be quite different from the last — but I always aim for a certain level
of sweetness to accompany some extreme fucking heat, and all of my stories
are written to satisfy.
Try another… if you dare.
X

HER MOUNTAIN MAN BEAST

(A fun & spicy erotic romance)

THE MOUNTAIN MAN’S SUGAR SHACK

(A hot & sticky erotic romance)

A BRAT FOR THE MOUNTAIN GIANT

(A fun & girthy romance)

If you love some sweet and spicy mountain men

then you might enjoy this one too…
(By Ashley Logan — who may or may not also be me)

SPEECHLESS: The Many Grunts of a Mountain Man

If you enjoy some romance mixed into your spicy books and age gap is your
jam, this one might tickle your fancy.
BEYOND HUNGER
 If it’s alpha male Daddy types you seek…
BEYOND COMPARE

Maybe power play is your thing?

BEYOND CONTROL

Or do you like things a little rough?

BEYOND PLATONIC

These Beyond books are full-length novels and are part of a larger series also
written by Ashley Logan, who is — let’s face it — probably definitely me.
The series is about the love lives of a team of strippers who are dancing for
therapy to overcome psychological barriers in order to find love and hope for
the future.
They are all ROMANTIC AND HOT AF.
 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Elena Dawne is the “super-secret” pen name of some author chick who likes to
dive into some good old-fashioned smut to cleanse her palate between projects.
Does she have a kink preference? No. Elena’s enjoyed so many different types
of erotica she no longer knows where her limits are. She just writes whatever
the fuck she thinks is hot and fun, then shares it with y’all.

Erotica is her energy-boosting rebound juice when life is just too fucking
serious — not alone there, right? ;)

If you want to tell her what you think of her books, you can do that via reviews
or email her at elenadawne@gmail.com. To keep posted about her sporadic
releases you can follow her on Amazon, Bookbub, or Facebook.

Thanks again for reading! X

 ELENA WANTS TO KICK BOOK PIRATES IN THE
BALLS…

If you got this book anywhere but Amazon, then you and I
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you wish to keep your technology safe from their digital
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Avoid them by accessing books through legitimate sources.

Coincidentally — doing so helps to feed starving authors
and keeps them writing.
Thank you. X