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Tuesday, May 01, 2012

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story_codes: M/g, first, lact, non-cons, cons?

story_intro: When nine year-old Jamie has to live with her aunt and uncle, they initiate her into their perverted lifestyle. And then Uncle Harry comes up with a new kinky twist for the unsuspecting youngster. Drinks are served!

story_language: English




Milk Maid

Written by madvlad


	Harry and Elaine were in their late thirties, worked in well-paying jobs (Harry for a pharmaceutical company and Elaine doing web marketing from home), were unencumbered by children, and devoted to a hedonistic lifestyle. The glitch came in the form of a slightly drunk taxi driver who may or may not have realized he was running a red light when a very large truck slammed into the side of his cab. The driver escaped with no injuries as the truck had hit just behind the front seat. However, in looking at the pizza-like remains of his passengers in the back, the cabbie realized that his prospects for a good tip were looking grim.

	After the passengers were scraped out and the parts more or less separated into two reconfigured human beings, they were buried with the usual middle class fanfare. Unfortunately, the passengers were one of Elaine's sisters and the sister's husband. They left behind one daughter, a nine year-old named Jamie. In their will, Elaine's misguided sister and brother-in-law had designated custody of their daughter to Elaine and Harry. Elaine's other siblings all thought it best, too, that Elaine and Harry get custody of the child since the couple hadn't been blessed with any of their own.

	Jamie was a slim girl with brown eyes and medium brown hair that she parted in the middle and wore straight and long. Once in her new home, she mostly kept to herself as Harry and Elaine had no interest in being parents. In fact, they could tell the kid was going to be a drag on their lives. 

	It was bad enough that they had missed an Ecstasy party when they couldn't find a proper sitter (having exacting standards, they wanted a good-looking nubile teen to sit so Harry and Elaine could trap her in a three-way when they got home). But when they had to cancel the Couples Swap party at their own house (the local Wal-Mart's manager informed them that leaving Jamie in the store all night was not permissible), Harry exploded.

	"Where is there a kiddy pimp when you need one?" he groused. "Hooking would keep her out all night. But they don't exactly list themselves in the yellow pages."

	"Have you tried Craig's List?" Elaine suggested. 

	"Yep. No dice. I think the internet is run by fucking Republicans."

	Elaine kept quiet, not wanting to annoy Harry. He was a terrific lover who would try anything once (actually, at least three times), but he needed some other pussy now and then to keep himself invigorated. Elaine didn't mind since she loved to watch. 

	Then the idea came.

	"Harry, we've been idiots. The answer is right here under our roof."

	"Lock Jamie in the attic?"

	"No, silly. I still want to put a bondage room there, remember? But if you want some different pussy, what about Jamie? You've never done pedo before. Okay, there was that fourteen year-old who was definitely underage, but that doesn't count."

	"I don't know," he said rubbing his chin.

	"Honey, remember when Paul came back from his vacation in Guatemala? You certainly got hard looking at those pictures. And some of those girls were Jamie's age."

	"Yeah, that was one hell of a Power Point presentation."

	"And you like it when I go Brazilian. At her age, she's already bald there."

	"A pre-waxed girl... Hey, I like that! And she ought to be damn tight. Come to think of it, I've never had a virgin before."

	"Yes you have, What about that data clerk at your office?"

	"Yeah, but she wasn't conscious at the time. I want to see a reaction."

	"You'll get one. Let me go get her."

	Jamie walked into the bedroom when Aunt Elaine called her. She was very nervous around her aunt and uncle as it was plain that they didn't want her around.

	"Take off your clothes," Elaine ordered her.

	"But I already took a bath," Jamie explained.

	The next thing Jamie knew, the angle of the room had suddenly shifted. Then there was the numbness in her cheek before the hot pain of her aunt's slap took hold.

	"Don't give me any lip. Now strip!"

	Quickly, Jamie removed her clothes.

	"Now get on the bed."

	Jamie did as she was told, sitting hunched over with her hands placed modestly over her crotch. She nearly fainted when her uncle came in from the bathroom completely naked.

	Laughing at her niece's reaction, Elaine grabbed her from behind, pulling the girl onto her back while pinning her hands over her head. Confused and even more frightened, Jamie writhed and kicked as Harry climbed onto the bed. The first penis Jamie ever saw was her uncle's sizeable member as he applied some KY jelly to its stiffening length. With careless ease, he seized Jamie's ankles and held her legs apart. 

	"Don't make this difficult, Jamie," he said calmly. "I'm going to pop your cherry and I want to do it right the first time."

	Harry paused, his brow furrowing as he considered what he just said.

	"Actually, there can only be a first time. But anyway"

	Jamie's tearful pleas went unanswered as Harry pushed her legs up and out to give him access to her little pussy. He pressed his prick against her hairless mound, forcing her small labia apart. As he wedged his way in, he could feel the tighter resistance of her inner lips as they stretched - quite painfully if Jamie's cries were any indication.

	The thin membrane of the young girl's innocence tried to block him, but Harry was not easily deterred. He rode up slightly, altering his angle so he could put more weight behind his next push. Jamming his hips down, he felt the satisfying snap of Jamie's cherry, accompanied by her long, warbling scream. 

	He burrowed his prick further into the little girl's virgin snatch, aware of the hot liquid presence of her bloody deflowering. When he reached her cervix, he pressed a little harder to ensure he was getting his full measure of little girl pussy. He idly thought about trying to punch through her cervix, but that would ruin a perfectly good cunt so he pulled most of the way out. Looking at the virgin bloodstains on his cock, he smiled. 

	"You're a juicy one," he said to his niece and plunged his cock back into her unready sex.

	Jamie howled as her uncle savaged her throbbing little cunt. The hurtful pushing made her inner tissues strain almost to the point of breaking. But they held together and gave Harry a slick, tight passage to satisfy his urges. Elaine was getting wet while watching her husband's thick shaft violating her niece's little cunt. Seeing the turgid meat pumping in and out of the grossly stretched entrance of Jamie's bald twat made Elaine cheer Harry on.

	"Keep going! Make sure this little bitch remembers her first fuck!"

	Harry was glad to oblige and Jamie helplessly endured her rape. After twenty minutes, Harry heaved his cock into the child's cunny one last time and shot his seed into her nine year-old womb. Already inundated with fear and pain, Jamie wept with horror when she felt the thick scalding flood of something mysterious filling her. She had been too young to know what semen was, but she would learn.

	Harry sat on the bed and surveyed the mess between Jamie's legs. He turned to his wife and shrugged.

	"Sorry about the sheets. But if I taught Jamie how to fuck, maybe you can teach her how to do laundry."

	The next week was hell for Jamie. Harry got into the habit of taking her wherever and whenever he pleased. No place was safe and she learned about copulating in positions that most adults never dreamed of. Elaine never tired of watching her husband rape the little girl. Having Jamie around seemed to have increased his sex drive (which had already been quite impressive) and Elaine was getting even more action from him despite all the time he spent with his cock inside their niece.

	To make things more efficient, Jamie was only allowed to wear a t-shirt around the house. She was constantly tugging on it to keep her young bottom covered, but a simple yank upward from Harry would expose all of her charms and within a minute, the youngster would be taking savage thrusts from his cock.

	Her hope was that she could get some escape from this madness once school began in a month, but her legal guardians put an end to that notion. 

	"You'll learn everything you need to know right here," Harry said, pointing to his rigid cock.

	One day, Elaine entered Jamie's bedroom with a dildo in her hand. Although she had never seen one before, Jamie now instinctively knew by the shape what it was meant for. Gibbering with fright, she scrunched her body to one corner of the bed.

	"I'm getting tired of your screaming," Elaine said as she sat on the edge of the bed. "And you don't have to be miserable all the time."

	"You mean you'll stop Uncle Harry from hurting me?"

	"In a way. I'm not going to keep him from fucking you - hell no. But I'm going to teach you how to enjoy it. Have you ever tried to use your pussy muscles while he's banging you?"

	"I try to squeeze and push him out, but it only makes him happier."

	"Of course it does. But you're going about it all wrong. If you use your muscles and shift your body just right, you'll be in for a nice surprise. Lie down and spread your legs and I'll show you."

	Elaine was remarkably patient while she taught her little niece about sex. She was getting turned on as the dildo in her hand moved in and out of that beautiful, bald little quim. The best part was when Jamie's eyes fluttered in surprise when she felt the first pleasurable twitch in her cunny. But Elaine didn't stop there and only concluded their tutoring session once she had Jamie writhing and cumming on the dildo.

	That night, Harry came home from work and threw Jamie over the back of a chair, lifting her t-shirt and planting his cock into her succulent young twat. The girl was remarkably silent this time and a minute into it, Harry paused in surprise. 

	"You're getting wet. And I can feel you working your pussy. You're enjoying this, right?"

	"Yes, Uncle Harry," Jamie replied in a small voice, suddenly afraid he might try something very cruel.

	But Harry roared with laughter and smacked her ass. Elaine sauntered into the room with a smirk on her face.

	"I thought you'd enjoy having a little slut around instead of a squalling brat, husband."

	"Agreed, wife. Let's have some fun, little girl."

	Harry pounded relentlessly into the nine year-old. Jamie had to struggle to keep breathing at first as the back of the chair dug into her gut. But eventually she got comfortable enough to let her pussy respond to its treatment. Eager to see a little girl cum, Harry took his time, not wanting to blow his wad until Jamie did her thing. It took forty five minutes, but as Jamie was climaxing, she felt the familiar hot flood inside her trained cuntlet.

	The orgasms were the only respite for Jamie. And regardless of how many times she came, her pussy was still always sore from Harry's hard style of sex. And no climax could erase the shame she felt. 

	She still missed her parents and her old friends. She desperately wanted to meet other children and make new friends, but her aunt and uncle were adamant about keeping her in the house at all times. 

	Jamie was lying exhausted on the dining table one night after a two-hour marathon with her uncle. Harry sat drinking a beer while he rubbed his hand over her flat chest. 

	"When will she start growing some tits?" he asked his wife.

	"You're looking at about two, maybe three years to see anything. All the girls in our family were late bloomers."

	"You bloomed quite nicely," Harry said as he grabbed at Elaine's right tit.

	"Yeah, and I remember my sisters getting real big there when they were pregnant."

	Harry said nothing and only stared at Jamie's undeveloped chest, lost in thought. Elaine watched him, knowing he was up to something.

	Two days later, Harry came home with a bottle of pills he had liberated from his company's research and development lab. He told Jamie to take one and that she would be taking one each day in the morning and night until he said otherwise. Jamie took the pill without protest, afraid to do anything that might anger her aunt or uncle.

	"So what are they?" Elaine asked after the girl had left the room. 

	"An experimental lactation aid to help pregnant women produce milk. When you mentioned how big your sisters' tits got when they were preggers, I thought I'd give them a try with our little cunt."

	For the first two days, Jamie, unaware of what the pills were for, remained a perfectly flat-chested little girl. On the third morning, she noticed that her nipples seemed to be a little puffy and were quite tender to the touch. She didn't say anything to Elaine or Harry as the last thing she wanted was to draw any more attention to her body. Harry didn't seem to notice that night as he fucked her from behind while she was dangling by her wrists from ceiling mounted chains. 

	But the next day, Jamie was alarmed when she awoke to find her nipples atop two golf ball-sized mounds. They were very sore and this time Harry did notice.

	"Elaine! Look what Jamie's growing!"

	Harry bit down on one little booby, making Jamie cry as he tested her chest morsel with his teeth. Her very sensitive new mounds did not need this abuse, but she had no say in that since her body no longer belonged to her. It felt better when he only licked and sucked them, but they were still sore. From then on, every fucking she got was accompanied by some randy titty play.

	By the end of the week, the nine year-old had a proud set of breasts, each the size of a half of a small lemon. They were modest by usual standards, but on a slender nine year-old, they were quite impressive. Mercifully for Jamie, they had stopped growing and the soreness subsided. 

	That night, she was on her hands and knees while Harry was pounding her cunt. (He had decided to save her mouth for Halloween and her ass for the sex club's Christmas party.) Rather than holding her by the hips, he gripped her bosoms and played with them until he had planted more seed in the child. When he was done, he rolled her over and attacked her chest with his mouth. After a few seconds of sucking, he jerked his head up in surprise.

	"What's wrong?" Elaine asked from the chair where she had been fingering her twat while her husband fucked the little girl.

	"Nothing," he replied. "She's producing."

	"What?"

	"Milk. She's actually making milk. We haven't done any field trials but now I know this stuff works."

	Jamie shut her eyes as she unwillingly fed her milk to her uncle. Now she was a drink machine along with being a cum hole. 

	To Harry's delight, Jamie's premature breasts had responded as a woman's would. The more she was milked, the more she produced. As an experiment, he stopped her pills after a week but her young mammaries kept flowing. 

	But it got to the point where she needed to be sucked more often than only in the morning and evening. Elaine nearly rolled off of her chair when Harry mentioned that he should ask for time off to attend to Jamie.

	"Hey, the nursing women get to take breaks to pump their tits, why shouldn't I be able to empty Jamie's little jugs?"

	"You could chain her next to the soda machine," Elaine wheezed between laughing fits. "She'd make a healthy alternative to sugary drinks."

	"Perfect!" Harry chortled. "They can stick a buck in her pussy and get a tit to use."

	Jamie didn't think it was very funny. Her milk-loaded titties were still quite small and could only hold so much. As a result, they began to leak when she got too full. The t-shirts she wore became more embarrassing as her small rack pulled the hem up in front just enough to lay her pussy bare. By afternoon, her leaking nipples created wet spots on her front that helped to show her boobs. 

	Once, she had tried to relieve the pressure herself by squeezing her titties, but Elaine discovered what she was doing and put a violent end to that.

	"You'd better remember your place, you ungrateful little bitch!" Elaine screamed after a few hits. "We're the ones who feed you and put a roof over your head. We didn't want you but now we're stuck with you. And if that means we take our payment from your miserable little body, then you had damn well better not cheat us."

	"Jamie!" Harry called. "You have company."

	Jamie walked into the living room, trying to keep her t-shirt pulled down over her crotch. A man with silver hair and a beard looked delighted to see her.

	"Paul," said Harry. "This is Jamie. Jamie, show Paul your tits."

	Jamie stripped her t-shirt off and stood with her arms at her sides. (Experience had taught her that trying to cover any body part with her hands was not well-received by those in charge.)

	Paul's penis sprung to life as he gazed at the nude child. Her smooth limbs and belly were little girlish, as was the bald little mound with its tight-looking slit between her legs. Her face was softly featured with her wide eyes, round nose and small mouth. And then there was the chest. Her preteen body sported a firm pair of luscious little breasts that would fit into the palm of each hand. And judging by the droplets weeping from each pink nipple, she hadn't been milked since breakfast.

	Paul wasted little time getting his pants off. Sitting on the sofa, he directed Jamie to climb aboard. The girl knew what was expected and got into his lap, letting him skewer her cunny with his prick. Paul massaged the nine year-old's milky breasts while his cock was massaged by the hot, tight interior of her underage sex. Jamie did what she could to get something from the experience and her snatch responded with a nice, sopping flow of juice to bathe Paul's cock. The child's cuntlet became even wetter when waves of steaming jism surged from Paul's member and filled her reproductive organs.

	As Jamie sat, trapped on Paul's cock, the man drank heartily from her pretty little jugs. She even murmured at the relief of pressure and the man's practiced mouth on her nipples. Her milk was thinner than dairy milk, but a little sweeter.

	"This is wonderful!" Paul said when he was done with his snack. "You should market this stuff."

	"How?" Elaine asked with amusement.

	Paul was perfectly serious as he responded.

	"There is no such thing as preteen breast milk out there," he said. "Pedos would go wild for a taste of the stuff. Just get a breast pump for her. I have connections - I'll pay you and take care of the distribution. People will pay out the ass for this."

	"Yeah but how will they know where it came from?" Harry asked.

	Paul considered this.

	"Good point. Maybe you mark each bottle with a specific design or serial number and then shoot video of her being milked and filling that bottle. People get a custom video along with their drink. How cool is that?"

	"And we could have her fingering herself or getting fucked while she's getting milked," Elaine suggested. "Vary it or let the customer decide what they want when they place an order."

	"That's it," Paul said as he snapped his fingers. "I think we have a good plan going here."

	And so little Jamie's nine year-old breasts became a cottage industry. As Paul had suggested, each customer got their half pint while watching a video of the child getting milked. At the same time, Jamie would have her hairless young cuntlet stretched and stuffed with cock or a dildo or her own fingers, depending on the customer's request. 

	Elaine and Harry would smear some KY Jelly on the inside of the pump cups to help maintain suction on the girl's little titties and to prevent her skin from becoming chaffed. They always waited until Jamie's boobs were uncomfortably full. When the pumping began, she would sigh with relief and the two clear hoses would quickly turn white with the child's breast offerings.

	It was three in the morning when Harry steered the car onto their street. It had been a great party and a late night. But they knew that Jamie had been sufficiently trained to be on her own without getting into trouble. The girl knew not to leave the house (and the place was alarmed and she did not have a code) and knew not to drain the excess from her titties. She was allowed to watch TV and masturbate, which Harry and Elaine thought should be enough.

	"It was good to get out of the house," Elaine remarked. "But I could really use a vacation."

	"We could have Paul watch Jamie while we're away," Harry suggested. "It could be an 'All You Can Drink' deal with some free pussy thrown in."

	"I'll bet he could teach her some tricks that even you don't know," Elaine said as she playfully poked her husband in the groin.

	When they got into the house, Jamie was on the couch, naked and crying.

	"What is it?" Elaine asked.

	"They hurt so much," the youngster wept, pointing to her chest.

	She had been milked at breakfast - twenty hours ago. She had never gone more than twelve hours without being pumped and now she was in agony. Her modest mammaries were still small, but obviously very swollen. It was so bad that the little girl's nipples were engorged, jutting stiffly as milk dribbled out.

	"Hands and knees," Harry yawned as Elaine greased the pump cups. 

	Harry added more grease to his cock while Elaine turned the video camera on and focused in on Jamie. When she gave him the thumbs up, Harry connected the cups to Jamie's udders, turned on the pump, and then mated with his little cow from behind.

	Jamie moaned as her teats were drained and her uncle's cock stretched her nine year-old twat open. She shifted her hips as her pussy strained around his meat. She was very grateful for the pressure easing in her tortured breasts and, if she was lucky, Harry would make her cum. It was these simple physical things she craved. 

	Nothing else mattered anymore.

	



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