This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
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The farm around her seemed to extend for miles and miles. Julie, in an antiquated, long flowing dress, walked toward the barn. She cradled her swollen belly in her hands. The clouds glowed pink on the horizon, but she didn't know if that was east or west. Was the day in its infancy or at its end?
A rhythmic sound of water splashing caught Julie's attention. She wandered through the barn door. Not water, but milk. A farmgirl sat on a stool, milking a cow with bloated udders. The girl was dirty, with a lean build, and blond hair. She turned when she heard Julie's footsteps.
"Are you lost, ma'am?" The farmgirl's smile was warm and friendly.
"I don't know. I can't find home." Julie looked around the barn. There was another cow, two horses, and some ducks softly quacking in the corner.
"Oh, you're talking about the Palmer House. It's up the road a way." The farmgirl's eyes knitted with concern. "But you don't want to make your home there. You wouldn't believe what Mr. Palmer did to his wife." She turned back to her milking, still talking casually, as if engaged in neighborhood gossip. "There was a grand old clock at the top of the stairway. In a fury, he tore the thing open, removed its workings, and went searching for his pregnant wife."
"I don't think I want to hear anymore." Julie shivered in the cold. She still didn't know if it was dawn or dusk. The milk splashed rhythmically in the bucket.
"When he found the lady of the house, he sliced her right open and pulled her workings right out of her. Just like that. He then stuffed what he had of the clock inside her." The farmgirl continued to squeeze the udders, not looking back at Julie. "But that's not the worst of it. The man then took her workings up to that hollowed out clock and placed them neatly inside. And ... somehow, the clock started right back up ticking again. That enraged Mr. Palmer something fierce, but even as they took him away, the clock struck the hour like it always did."
"God help me." Julie backed away from the girl, watching her blond hair shake slightly with her movements.
"Don't you see?" The farmgirl kept on with her work as she talked. "God doesn't want to help you. Mr. Palmer is the hand of God. You need to seek help from those wronged by Him. Not those doing terrible things." The milk splashed in the bucket. Splish, splash, splish, splash.
Julie woke with a start. The rhythmic sound of milk flowing had somehow followed her out of her dream. She blinked her eyes in the dark. She lay on her back in bed, and someone was on top of her. Julie knew who it was. "Khadra," Julie whispered. "I told you, not with George here."
"Mmmmmppphhhh." Khadra didn't respond, she kept gulping down milk from Julie's left boob.
"Ooohhhhhhh, Khadra." Julie couldn't help herself. She cupped the woman's wavy hair and held her head to her breast. George snored just a foot away. This was too much. George would find out about everything if she couldn't put a lid on the naked woman writhing on top of her. Oh, no. Julie realized that Khadra had forgotten her modesty. Julie could feel their skin to skin contact. The woman was so warm. Khadra's thigh nudged in between Julie's legs and rubbed up against Julie's panties. "Aaaaaahhhhhh." Julie sucked her breath in. The thigh rubbed and rubbed against Julie's pussy.
Khadra lifted her mouth off Julie's nipple. "I have never felt more safe than at your breast. Let me make you feel good, too." She rocked her hips against the larger woman. From the sounds Julie made, she knew it was working. The pleasure consumed the rest of the world so completely that Khadra didn't even care that her rocking motion might wake Julie's husband. She placed her mouth on Julie's right nipple, and drank some more.
"Ugh ... ugh ... ooohhhhhh." Julie loved the pressure of Khadra's breasts on Julie's round belly. "Khadra ... Khadra ... you're going to make me ..." Julie's hips writhed with Khadra's. "It's ... good ..." Julie bit down on her blanket and trembled out her climax. "Mmmmmmmppppphhhh." When Julie was done, Khadra still moved on top of her, gulping milk. "We ... have to ... stop," Julie whispered.
"Jules?" George rolled over. "What ...?" Sleep wouldn't quite leave him as he tried to pull himself awake.
Julie panicked. She pushed Khadra off her, so that the poor woman fell right out of bed on the floor with an audible "oof." In the same move, Julie reached over and pushed her husband out of the other side of the bed. He hit the floor with a thud.
"Ow." George rubbed his head. "What happened?" He sat up and looked at his wife in bed in the starlight.
"You must have had a nightmare, George. You jumped out of bed." Julie looked at him with honest concern.
"I did?" George got to his feet and climbed back into bed. "I
was
having a nightmare."
"Are you hurt?" Julie rubbed his shoulder.
"No, I'm fine." George put his head on the pillow. "I'm just tired. I have more work in the basement tomorrow. Need to get some rest." And within twenty seconds he snored again.
"Khadra?" Julie looked over the edge of her side of the bed. The dark naked woman hugged the cold floor. At least Khadra had the sense to stay hidden. "We need to talk," Julie whispered. She slipped out of bed, pulled the woman to her feet, and led her out of the bedroom by the hand. She quietly closed the door behind them.
"I'm sorry." Khadra stood naked in the hall, shivering. She looked up into to Julie's eyes, but everything was dark. "I don't know what came over me. I ... just ... need you."
"Look, I understand." Julie, naked but for her soaked panties, put her hands on Khadra's shoulders and leaned forward to bring herself down to Khadra's level. She was aware that her breasts now dangled out in the open. "But my marriage is sacrosanct. We have to respect George. If you need me, come wake me up and I'll join you in your room."
"What?" An unexpected smile crept over Khadra's face. "Really?"
"Really." Julie nodded. "Have you had enough milk for the night?"
"Could I have more, please?" Khadra wasn't sure if she was being greedy.
"Of course." Julie took her hand and led her into the guest room. "All you have to do is ask."
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The Andersons decided to fill their house for New Year's Eve. They invited friends from church, school, and their old neighborhood. They didn't expect to have such an expansive house again once they sold the mansion. So, New Year's was as good a time as any for a big party.
"Should we be drinking champagne?" Madison stood with her back to a roaring fire in the home's main living room, Brittney had an arm casually over Madison's shoulder.
"It's not expensive champagne. Just because we live in a mansion, doesn't mean we're rich." Brittney had rosy cheeks, and a certain loss of inhibitions. It wasn't her first sip of champagne that night.
"I just mean, I'm still three years away from twenty-one." Madison looked at her plastic cup with its bubbling, golden liquid.
