Leah Stubbs: White Coffee

By Jeff White

Contains sexually explicit material: for over-18s only.
This is the eighteenth story in the series The Bedtime Canon, and it tells of Leah Stubbs, a young virgin who meets and falls for the lord of the Manor, Marcus Bentner.
She willingly surrenders her precious maidenhead to him, and then allows him to use hormones to allow her breasts to start lactating; then she allows him to share her milk, and her sex, with his friends. As their relationship develops, she finds that he has arranged to sell her milk to a local restaurant ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Oct 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301768622

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

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Leah Stubbs: White Coffee

By

Jeff White

Published by Jeff White

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2012 Jeff White

Formatted by Bas Fountain

basfountain.co.uk

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Contents

Chapter 1 – Saviour

Chapter 2 – The Big House

Chapter 3 – Touched

Chapter 4 – First Blood

Chapter 5 – A Golden Chalice

Chapter 6 – First Milk

Chapter 7 – Second Virginity

Chapter 8 – Night-time Surprise

Chapter 9 – Another Meal Out

About The Bedtime Canon

Other Books by Jeff White

Saviour

The car screeched to a halt in front of Leah. She recognized it at once, and she felt a sudden tang of fear in her mouth. She'd turned Mick Fenton down twice in front of his mates, and he had a reputation for hating that. He hadn't dared do anything to her in public, but suddenly it was her, walking home through the country lanes, and him. No witnesses. She looked round for somewhere to run, but there were only fields, and her footwear wouldn't stand a chance against his. Nonetheless she turned and ran.

An arm encircled her neck. Where d you think you're running, my sweet? I think we have a date.

Fuck off, you brainless arse. I wouldn't date you if you were the last man in the universe.

Mick turned her round to face him, and his open hand slammed against her face. I do like a bit of spirit. I also like a bit of tit. His hand grabbed the top of her t-shirt and ripped it open. One more tug and her bra had gone too. He pulled her close to him and tried to kiss her.

Leah knew she didn't have a chance against him, he was far too strong. Yet she was too proud to give up without a fight. She sank her teeth into his lip and bit hard. She could taste blood in her mouth, and he pulled away from her. You fucking bitch. I'm going to tear your cunt open.

He punched her hard in the stomach, and while she was doubled up, he grabbed the waistband of her trousers and tore them open. Leah was more or less naked by then, and she felt him grab her crotch, his finger going deep into her dry vagina. She could feel the fight going from her; she was aware that he had unzipped his jeans, and she could see his cock standing proud, ready to assault her virgin pussy. She burst into tears, realizing that all her bravado, all her spirit, was to no avail against the strength of this vile bully. She tried to prepare herself for the assault that she knew was coming, and tried to convince herself that it was just her body, that he could never touch her spirit.

Leah was on the ground, and Mick was between her thighs. She felt his cock against her vulva. Many times, in her own bed, she'd wondered what it would be like, this first time a man breached her young vagina. She'd thought of pain, as that thin membrane of her maidenhead was ripped apart, but she'd thought more of pleasure, as a man she loved tenderly prepared her, made her as wet as she was while she was having her waking dreams, and gently slid his sword into her willing sheath. Instead though, the man she most despised was going to break her in and lay claim to her virginity. All she could do was endure it, and find some way of moving on.

There was a sharp crack, and a cry of pain. Leah frowned as she tried to work out what had happened. Would a hymen make a noise as it broke open? Was that her that had cried out? It wasn't making sense.

Another loud crack. Then she heard a voice. I know you, Fenton. I don't believe you're welcome there.

Mick rolled off Leah and stood up. He looked at the man advancing on him with the bullwhip, which had already slashed his back so painfully twice, and backed off; he saw the man look down at Leah's naked body, and while he was distracted, Mick ran. He was in his car and a mile away before the local landowner had a third chance to strike him.

Leah Stubbs looked up at her rescuer. Marcus Bentner was well enough known to her, although she'd never met him socially. He owned all of the land in her village and the next three, including the house she lived in. Good looking, she supposed, but well above her station; he was also said to be a very hard man, cruel in a different way to Mick Fenton, but still to be feared. And why wouldn't he be? He was standing over her carrying the most wicked whip she had ever seen, looking down at her with nothing but anger showing in his face.

Leah became aware that she was laying on her back, naked, her legs