The ache grows, filling my entire body, as my father kneads my chest, working out the milk. His hands are soaked now and are slippery against my skin. I can feel the heat gathering between my legs.
That’s something else I don’t understand. I know, if I were to touch my little flower, that my fingers would come away sticky and wet. I can just imagine slipping my hand down my pants and sliding it back and forth across my slit. I like doing this because it makes the ache that much more pleasurable. Sometimes at night, when I’m in my bed and no one is awake but me and the moon, I rub myself for hours. It feels so good I almost feel guilty, though this doesn’t stop me. I like to rub until the pleasure almost overtakes my body. I always stop though. I’m not sure what would happen if I were to let myself go. Sometimes it feels as if I have to pee when I rub myself. Maybe not pee, but something similar. The same pressure is there.
My father’s hands are making me feel the same way I feel in bed when I’m alone. I can feel my muscles trembling. My knees already feel weak. And then there’s my father’s hardness pressing against my thighs. He always gets hard when he milks me. Part of me wants to believe it is because he is feeling the same thing I am.
He pinches my nipples so hard I gasp and unconsciously wriggle my body against his. God that feels so good. He knows just how to milk me.
I draw in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet aroma of my milk. I watch as it runs down the side of the tub and gurgles down the drain. I want him to pinch harder, to pull on my swollen breasts until he has drawn out every last drop. I want him to enjoy milking me as much as I enjoy being milked. I want to feel him, to feel not just his hands, but all of him touching me, enjoying me. I close my eyes and imagine him turning me around and dropping to his knees. I imagine pulling his face into my chest, letting his tongue roll over my nipple, holding his head like a baby as he suckles…
“Pa…” I say, my voice hoarse. My body feels heavy, sticky, wet. I’m surprised I’m speaking, though I can’t stop, not even if I wanted to. I have to ask, have to have more. The ache has taken over; I can’t resist it.
“Yes, darling?” he asks, his voice as thick as mine. Is he feeling what I’m feeling?
“I want…” I gasp, surprised at what I’m about to say. “Pa…I want…I want you to use your mouth. I want you to drink my milk…”
4.
Jack
I’m caught off guard when she suggests it. Of course it is all I am thinking about. Try as I might I can’t keep my erection down; it is pressing into her supple ass. Her hips, whether she knows it or not, are rolling against me. As I milk her, my mind is elsewhere, imagining her fully naked, her sweet, untouched pussy sliding up and down my throbbing shaft. Her nipple is between my teeth, her warm, delicious cream sliding down my throat.
You want me to…” I say, trailing off, not quite believing what I’ve just heard.
“Drink my milk,” she gasps, her ass sliding up and down the front of my jeans. “Please, Pa. It’s all I want.”
She pushes herself away from the wall and straightens. She turns, my hands falling away from her chest, and faces me. Her breasts are flushed red from where my hands have worked them. Milk is burbling out of her erect nipples and running down her tummy.
“Please, Pa,” she groans, reaching up and entwining her fingers in my hair. She pulls my head down towards her chest. I don’t resist. A part of me is screaming at the rest of me, urging me to stop. This is your stepdaughter! This is wrong!
I push away the thought. It doesn’t matter if this is wrong. It feels so right. And I’ve been wanting this for so long.
My lips brush against her wet nipple and she gasps and tightens her fingers in my hair. I flick my tongue across her nipple, pushing it back and forth. Her milk is sweet, delectable. Closing my teeth around her nipple, I bite down gently as I run my hands up her back. Fresh cream sprays out onto my waiting tongue and I swallow it greedily.
“Yes, Pa…” Tara groans. “Yes, that feels so good.”
I suckle in another mouthful and swish it around between my cheeks. It is so sweet, so fresh. The scent is powerful in my nostrils. I fall to my knees. With my hand flat against the small of her back, I pull her forward, her squishy breast molding itself around my face. Using my other hand, I begin to massage her other breast, her milk running down her chest and onto my shoulder.
“More,” she begs, her voice thick. “Please, more.”
I growl and suckle harder, drawing her nipple as far into my mouth as it will stretch. Her breast feels so young and new between my teeth. All of a sudden I’m eighteen again, exploring a woman’s body for the first time. Although now I know what to do.
After a few moments, I switch breasts, circling my tongue over her areola before biting down on her nipple. Milk spills out between my lips and drips down off my chin. My shirt is already soaked, as are Tara’s jeans. She trembling above me, her hands clutching at my hair. Her head is thrown back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
I suck in a big mouthful just as Tara slides her hand down her side and pushes it between her legs. She presses her fingers into her pussy and rubs them back and forth.
“Oh, Pa…” she groan. “Oh Pa, I want more…”
5.
Tara
I can’t resist touching my flower. It feels so good, my father’s mouth closed around my nipple. I can feel my milk getting sucked out drop by drop. His tongue flicks over my nipple, sending shudders of pleasure through me.
My fingers against my slit are like a live wire in a puddle of water. The sensation in my belly spreads instantly throughout me with my first touch. I rub back and forth, groaning as my stepfather suckles, my milk dripping off his chin. I force my eyes open and look down at him. His eyes are turned up towards me. They are smiling.
Unable to stop myself, I slide my hand up and fumble with the button of my jeans. It’s not enough to just feel myself outside of my jeans. I want flesh on flesh. Even then, I don’t really want my hand. I want his. I want more and more of him. I thought all I had wanted was his tongue on me, but now I can’t stop thinking about his hands, his body so close. I want to feel his warmth. It’s almost like…like…like I want him inside of me, like I want him in the same place I sometimes stick my fingers.
I unbutton my pants and slide my hands beneath them. He grunts and squeezes my breast. I’m hot between my legs, and as expected, as slick as an eel. My flower is parted open and is dripping juices. I push my middle finger between my lips, groaning as I touch my soft, wet inner flesh.
Pulling my hand out of my pants, I push my jeans down over my hips. My father lets go of my back and helps me lower them, his strong hands gripping my jeans and pulling them the rest of the way to me feet. I step out of them and kick them aside. I’m completely naked now, something I’ve never been with my father. His hands run up and down my body, goosebumps appearing wherever he touches me.
Spreading my legs open, I slide my hand back across my flower. My sensitive nub is swollen, aching to be touched. I press my finger against it and shiver in ecstasy. All the rubbing I’ve done has never felt this good.
As I’m about to push my finger inside, my father grabs my hand and pulls it away. It’s like he knows exactly what I want. His hand caresses the inside of my thigh and then passes over my wet lips. He slides two fingers back and forth over them. Unable to help myself, my head falls back and I moan.
“I want you!” I gasp, not even sure what I’m saying. It’s the first thing that pops into my head and I blurt it out before I can stop myself. My eyes flicker open and I look down at my stepfather, for a moment afraid that I have said the wrong thing. But his eyes are closed and he is suckling earnestly. His finger pushes between my slit and touches my inner flesh. Though I’ve touched myself here before quite a few times, it has never felt like this. I just want more. And more. And more.
As I tremble above him, my father pushes his finger inside of me. I can feel my flower tight around him, gripping his finge
r. It’s the first thing that’s ever been inside of me that is not my hand. It feels different, better somehow. He pushes his finger deeper and waggles it back and forth. He begins to pump it in and out, my body shaking uncontrollably. I’m getting close to the edge. This time, I’m determined to go over.
6.
Jack
Her hole is tight, tighter even than I had ever imagined. I push my finger in, the scent of her sex mixing with sweet aroma of her milk. Her pussy is so sticky and wet. I want to push her up against the wall and drape her leg over my shoulder and lick her. I can only imagine how sweet she is.
I pump my finger faster and faster. I can’t feel her hymen; she must have broken it. Still, my cock is bursting with the knowledge that she is a virgin. A virgin I want to deflower.
“Oh, yes, Pa…” she moans, quivering above me. “Faster!”
I thrust my finger in and out, at the same time rubbing my thumb against her clit. I’m almost positive she’s never had an orgasm before. I want to be her first. I want to feel her come on my hand. I want to feel her juices drip down over my fingers as her tight, young pussy squeezes them.
“Faster, faster, Pa! It feels so good!”
I’m fingerbanging her furiously now, my finger pumping in and out, in and out, my other hand holding her body tightly against mine. One touch and I feel my cock will explode.
Juice is pouring out of her, its scent so strong I’m heady with the aroma. Releasing her nipple, I turn her body and push her back up against the wall. She doesn’t resist. She’s completely mine now. I can do whatever I want.
Gripping her ass with one hand, the other pumping in and out of her, I bend down and kiss the inside of her thigh. It is slick with juices. Lifting her leg, I drape it over my shoulder and tilt her hips forward. I push my tongue between her swollen lips, groaning as I taste her delicious nectar. Pulling my hand from inside of her, I lick her up and town, rolling my tongue over her clit, pushing it back and forth, my nose buried in the blonde curls of her mound.
“Oh yes, Pa,” she breathes heavily, her hand tightening in my hair. “Oh, yes…”
I dart my tongue in and out of her hole, swallowing her juices as they pour onto my tongue. The tight walls of her virgin pussy pulse around my tongue. I dart it faster and faster, feeling her walls start to clench and unclench. Her heel digs into my back as she pulls me forward, urging me deeper.
I pull back, circling my tongue over her clit and sucking on it as I slide my fingers up her thigh and push one inside. I push it inside as I flick her clit back and forth with my tongue. All I can think about is making her come. I don’t care about the rest. Don’t care if we have sex. Don’t care if I don’t get to orgasm. I just want to feel her juices on my chin, feel her body writhing against mine.
She’s close, though I can tell the only thing stopping her from falling over the edge is her reluctance to let go. Her breaths are coming in short, ragged pants, her thin shoulders trembling as her breasts jiggle and spill milk. She’s biting her lip, grinding her pussy against my face, moaning louder and louder as slowly but surely we approach the point of no return.
Finally, it’s too much. Despite herself, she can’t hold out any longer. She gasps and her entire body tightens for a moment as the orgasm gathers its power. All at once, the walls break open and pleasure washes over her. Her fingernails dig into my scalp and her heel into my back. Her pussy clasps at my finger and her hips jerk towards my face. She grows sweeter as fresh juice pours from her.
“Oooooooooohhhhh…” she moans, one hand scrabbling at the wall. She pulls her hand away from the wall and begins to massage her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples as milk arcs across the bathroom. I suck on her clit harder, pulling it in between my teeth as her juices run down my hand. I thrust my finger faster, her pussy squelching and contracting.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, sucking in her flat tummy and rubbing her hips hard against my chin. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
Her orgasm lasts a long time. It comes in wave after wave, crashing over her as she writhes against the wall. Finally, so tired she can hardly stand, her body relaxes above mine and her pussy loosens around my finger. She has a half-smile on her lips. Her eyes are half-closed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of bliss. Her leg falls from my shoulder and I pull my finger from inside of her. As she wearily watches, I lick it clean, groaning as I taste her. She smiles and slides down to the wall to the floor, one leg to either side of me. Her pussy is relaxed and open, a thin trickle of creamy juice running down her thigh. She sighs and slides her fingers between her legs, shivering as she touches her sensitive slit.
“That was incredible,” she groans, pushing one finger inside as I watch. “That’s never happened before. I just felt all this power and then all of a sudden this giant release. I’ve never felt so good in my life. What was that? It was like heaven or something!”
I laugh and sit back on my heels. I wipe my milk-stained cheeks with the back of my hand.
“That was an orgasm,” I say. “They’re like that.”
“An orgasm?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Wow. I wish I had known about those before.”
“They are pretty great, aren’t they?”
“Have you had one?”
I chuckled.
“Quite a few. For men, that’s how we make babies.”
“What do you think about when it happens?”
“Mmm, all sorts of stuff. Why? What did you think about?”
For a moment, Tara doesn’t answer. Then, almost as if she feels guilty, she looks up at me through her long lashes, her cheeks red.
“You.”
“Me?”
She nods.
“I was thinking about you. I just loved how you felt against me and I wanted more and more and more. I’ve never felt so good. And I thought of you and of doing the same sort of thing to you because I wanted you to feel just as good. Is that strange?”
“No, darling, not at all. That’s what happens when you get aroused.”
“Aroused?”
“You know that feeling you get, that one in the pit of your stomach where you just feel you really crave someone? That’s arousal.”
“Oh! Well then, I get aroused often. Almost always when you help milk me. Do you think we could do that again sometime? I feel like if I could have an orgasm like that all the time, I’d never be unhappy again.”
“Of course we can do it again, sweetheart. Whenever you’d like. Though I should tell you that most people would find it strange what you and I were doing.”
“Why?”
“Well, because you’re my stepdaughter. Most people think it’s wrong.”
“It doesn’t feel wrong.”
I laughed.
“No, it doesn’t. But just in case, let’s not tell anyone about this?”
“Okay, Pa.” She smiles mischievously. But only if you promise to keep doing it.”
“Deal.”
I push myself up from the floor and hold out my hand to Tara. She grabs it and I pull her to her feet. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugs me tight. I slide my hands down her body and cup her ass cheeks.
“And maybe,” she says, leaning back after a moment and looking up at me, “next time we can give you an orgasm too.”
The End
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