The Farmer's Wife & Daughters Part 2

Introduction: Episode 3 - Jessie's & Jenny's First Taste
 
The farmer’s wife eventually brought herself to her feet, the blacksmith’s cum still slowly oozing out of her pussy. She’s a mess of emotions as she reflects on the events of the last hour, assimilating the length and breath of her degradation, and more alarmingly, her incomprehensible submission to it. She could feel the thick cum smeared all along her insides, coating her violated vaginal passage. She shudders in disgust at her violation as it leaves its intended mark on her psyche, knotting her stomach with uneasy and no means to vent her overwhelming emotions. 

She slowly regains her wits and as tears swell in her eyes, she begins to clean her kitchen, attempting to erase all traces of her night’s encounter, all traces but those left on and within her body, in her memory and in the memories of her employees.
Satisfied with sterilizing the scene of her attack, Julie turns her attention to cleaning herself after hiding her skirt and panty that had been soiled and tattered in the assault. Returning to her chambers with a bowl of water and a few rags she wipes the dried stickiness off her thighs and cleans her body, giving tender attention to her reddened, sore pussy that seemed to have no end to it secretion of semen.

She tried to expel the vile liquid from within her body, but as much as she tried she still felt heavy, burdened, physically and emotionally, with the load of spunk issued to her. She prayed she would not fall to another pregnancy following a rape again. Its torture on a woman to bare a child of your own flesh and blood, of your own womb that is yours and to be reminded with your child’s existence of how you savagely abused by his or her father.
Lost in her remorse, she was jolted by the baby who needed his feed. She picked up her daughter and took her darling bundle of joy to her bare breasts feeding him the last remnants of the milk that remained in her breasts, milk that she had been robbed of, all of which rightfully belonging to her youngest daughter.
Her year old baby sucking on her nipple alerted her to how sensitive her breasts had been rendered following being milked into the tin cup. She winced at the pain in her tits and gently caressed her free breast to ease her discomfort and found herself uncontrollably remembering the touch of the milkman, remembering that she had enjoyed the attention he paid to her enormous boobs.
She quickly banished the thought, put the baby down and went to bed.

The next morning she woke as usual and went about her morning almost oblivious to the fact she had been fucked the night before, it was like a dream that you could barely remember, but as she fully awakened, so too did her memory clear. She recalled every gritty detail even though she didn’t want to. Brushing her thoughts aside, she went on as normal so as not to alert anyone to her perplexed state.

Julie went about preparing the communal breakfast as she always did with the help of the kitchen hands. Almost everyone was already seated outside at the two long tables; the blacksmith was busy talking and laughing, she noticed, as she took out the tea. He paid her no attention and behaved as usual, it was as though he had not been her rapist the previous night. She couldn’t believe his nerve, he should have had the decency to stay away from her breakfast table.

She noticed the milkman was absent, but just as she had poured everyone their tea and made her way back to the kitchen she heard the milkman who had just arrived beckon her back asking for his tea.
She stiffly walked back towards him avoiding his smirking gaze, poured him his tea and made her way back to her kitchen. The man sitting next to the milker quickly grabbed the milk jar and finished the last bit, laughing at the fact that the milkman didn’t get any milk.
But the milker was prepared, saying “don’t you worry, I’ve got my own” as he produced a small flask from a pocket.

This exchange grabbed Julie’s attention and stopped her in her tracks as she looked back to watch him empty the flask’s contents into his cup. She knew what it was, the white nectar was hers. She watched in disbelief as he stirred her into his tea and shot a wicked grin at her, she turned pale and went limp as he raised his cup to his lips and drank a sip of her motherhood never breaking his gaze. Astounded by his impertinence, she turned in horror and rushed into the house not to emerge the rest of the morning.
She ran into her bedroom overwhelmed by the situation, thinking about everything that had happened within the last twelve hours, flustered she kept thinking about that man drinking her breast milk.
How could she have let him take it last night?
What had come over her that she gave in to such an intrusion of her feminine dignity?
She kept thinking about the milker drinking that sip of tea, playing it over and over in her mind, watching it in disgust and then thinking about him going on to finish his cup of tea. She was mortified, but thinking about it was doing something to her, the more she thought of that man drinking her juice, the milk of her tender breasts, the more she replayed the image of him gulping her down gazing straight at her, the wetter she was getting. She was being aroused, she could feel tension build within her pussy, but she didn’t know why, she didn’t know that the whole thing was turning her on.
But somehow, on some unconscious level, the act of another human being, this man, drinking the milk produced within her, while he looked into her soul; it excited her, it thrilled her beyond her knowledge and comprehension.

Elsewhere on the farm, her daughters were thoroughly excited about their morning. Wanting to be milked again as she enjoyed the manipulation of her breast, Jennifer paid the milkman a visit accompanied by her sister Jessica who wanted to try her hand at milking him, just as Jen had told she had done.
Entering the barn with a cheerful “Hello!” Jennifer continued “we were wondering if you had time to milk us again so we can milk you, Jessica wants to see how I did it and try her hand at it.”
Jessica chimed in begging him with a sweet “Please” and her naïve smile. The girls had no idea that an open invitation to their tits with a promised hand-job needed no sugar coating, especially looking the way the farmer’s women did. No man alive would not have time for a little of that … and that’s exactly the thought that went through the milkman’s mind, followed by “the mother last night, now these two”. A cheeky grin escaped him as he beckoned them towards him, dropping what he was doing, saying that he would be happy to make some time for them.

He turned to Jennifer first and began unbuttoning her shirt and pulled the hem out of her denim shorts, the unbuttoned shirt exposing her soft young skin to his eyes from the neck down to her shorts. “God, imagine being able to get my hands on these things” he thought, “just given to me … mine for the taking” as he reached into her shirt cupping her enclosed breasts as he ran his hands around her chest to her back, reaching in to unhook her bra.
He then turned to Jessica who was immediately overcome by shyness. Not wearing a bra, he gave her nipple a little pinch through her shirt, which titillated her, “don’t be shy” he smiled and undid the knot she had tied her shirt into showing of her sexy abdomen.
Her navel looked like a small pair of pussy lips and begged to be tongued, but the milker settled for running his fingers up and down the silky smooth slit as he looked at her asking if she was ready. She was.

He told them to get on their hands and knees, he would milk them both at the same time. They did as he said, their shirts hanging open beautifully subjecting the 2 pairs of tits to gravity. They were completely unaware that he was constantly escalating the level their violations, taking it a step further every time. “The best way to do you both ….”he said, as he walked around and got on the floor behind them “… is like this”.
He grabbed onto each girl’s breast reaching his arms forward across the length of their bodies from between their legs. He had his shoulder pressed onto their asses as he groped the firm swaying breasts hanging like ripened fruit before him.
He squeezed, and pinched and teased their breasts, kneading and massaging them. He pinched firmly on their nipples simultaneously and the girls squirmed in unison as the stinging sensation pulsed through the flesh of the scorned breast, moving to the next breast he pinched again and tugged on the nipple, pulling and squeezing it flat between his fingers, knocking the girl’s knockers together, slapping, groping and pressing his fingers into their flesh as he worked, all the while sniffing their tight, tender bottoms, all along working the girls to a sensual frenzy that they were being overwhelmed by.

Once he had started fondling their breasts he raised his arms between their legs pressing forcefully up onto their cunts, every move he made on their breasts passed through their legs first. He had been rubbing his semi-muscular bare arms into their crotches, rubbing them into ecstasy as their virgin clits felt a man touch them for the first time. His biceps massaged their tender pussies as his hands played around on the girl’s chests; he was taking advantage of the bodies that no other man had touched.

The girls were lost in their emotions, waves of heat sent tremors through their bodies and they were feeling something deep and primal they had no comprehension about, they didn’t know what was happening to them. The milker was toying with their sexual youth, they wanted to come, they needed to come, but they didn’t know it and he wouldn’t let them, having that power over the young beauties was a thrill for him, he would keep them coming back for me.
He could feel their entire bodies quiver and pulse to his strokes, the girls were wetting themselves for sometime now, he finally felt the slippery moisture seep through the denim of their shorts and smear his muscles.
They were close to orgasm now so it was time to stop, and he did, but they begged him not to, they didn’t know why they needed him to go on doing whatever it was he was doing to them, but they knew they wanted him to, never realizing that it was his stimulating theirs clits that caused their excitement.

He told the girls that their breasts weren’t developed enough to make milk yet so there wasn’t any point going on with milking them right now. But he also told them it wouldn’t be long and the more that they were milked the sooner they’d be ready and the richer their milk would taste. “If making milk from your breasts is really that important to you girls, then you should both come by as often as you can so I can help you” he said. Of course it was that important to them, especially after being made to feel all that they had felt during the precious few minutes when he stroked them to the verge of erupting onto his arm, snuggly tucked in between their legs.

The girls began to tidy and dress themselves feeling rather disappointed with their massive breasts when the milker, taking off his pants, reminded them that they still had a milking lesson to get through before they could go. “Don’t you want to learn?” he asked Jessica.

“Yes!” she beamed, and he lead her hand onto his shaft and closed her fingers around his width, her fingers only barely able to encircle his rock solid member. “I’m ready for you to milk me” he said as he reached out a hand to Jennifer who in turn gave him her hand which he took to his cock leaving her to take hold of him on her own.
She seized a fist full of his dick and began to stroke him just as she had done the day before, Jessica learned quickly and followed suite, “do everything I just did to your breasts” he said as he sat down on a bail of hay.
Being royally gratified with the double treat of fondling both of these young beauties and now taking advantage of them, making them jerk him off, his cock was drooling slime which only helped the girls in their task as their hands smeared the pre-cum they had inevitably brought out all over his shaft.
A little afraid of the man slime, but noticing Jen’s unwavering composure, “what’s this slimy, icky stuff?” Jessica asked kindly, and was told by the milker that it was just something to help the milk flow out of him more easily.
His erection pulsed under the control of his newly appointed cock teasers. “You girls walk around here with your big boobs, and hot tight bodies “he thought” making our cocks, every man on this farm, beg and crave your sexy asses; from your mother’s right down to yours. Your mother got hers last night, hehe … soon its gonna be your turn, now you just work on my dick, make your payments for every erection you sluts cause, you’ve got your work cut out for you my little unknowing cock whores”.
“Use both your hands” he told them as he lay back on bail with the girls kneeling on the floor on either side of him, their four hands working every inch of his cock through the motions, with a hand constantly twisting around and rubbing on his penis head that they had completely exposed, and were in awe at the sight of.
He reached for the girls and taking hold of them around the thigh he tugged them closer towards him and began fondling their bared breasts again, squeezing on their tits as they jerked him off.
He rested his arms for a while, completely enthralled by the girls’ determination to get him off, to get their milk. He reached his arms out around his cock’s playmates and rested his hands on their asses, gently caressing them through their tight shorts, tracing the outlines of their panty lines all around their firm bottoms, then his fingers followed the seams of their shorts which guided his hands onto ever moistening spots between their legs.

He put his hands in, between their legs and ever so gently began to rub his fingers in circles on the moist area of their shorts.
His member stiffened further with his hands on their crotches and the girls felt the tension start to build inside them again. To the milker’s delight, his apprentices expressed their excitement by secreting more of their juices through their garments and onto his welcoming hands.
Their arousal manifesting in a new found enthusiasm in their task, the milker could feel spasms erupt from his groin bathing his cock in unending waves of heat washing away the walls that held his sperm within him, he could feel his load rushing out to meet his cock’s attendants, delivering to them the ‘milk’ the unsuspecting young things yearned for. Jenny and Jessie felt the force of the burst as the cum burst out of the shaft within the grasp of their hands shooting into the air between them like a fountain. Shocked and excited, they gasped, then giggled and rejoiced at their job well done as the warm load fell onto their hands and his crotch.

Jessica was disappointed at the waste of the milk saying they should have used a bucket, seizing an exciting prospect the milker boldly said “that’s not a problem, look! This isn’t like regular milk, it isn’t all runny, you can still lick most of it up and not waste any.”

“Go ahead!” he urged on still lightly rubbing on their pussies and soaking his fingers in their cunt juices. Slowly, hesitantly, coyly the young ladies lifted their cum coated hands closer to their faces looking at the gooey liquid they made. At another urging of “go on, taste it!”, Jessie was the first to take her fingers to her lips.

Slow and girlishly she lick at them with just the tip of her tongue, taking a tiny amount of sperm into her mouth.
Watching big sister, Jennifer then did the same. They didn’t particularly like the taste, but it wasn’t bad so they had some more of the milky goop. It was their heightened state of arousal, the thrill and sexual excitement of it all, and the fingers still rubbing on their crotches that blurred the taste into something of sublime decadence, they were as horny as hell and had no idea. 

The milker lay back with his hands on their pussies watching these two beautiful young girls kneeling to his penis with their tits hanging out, feasting on his cum, he was in ecstasy. Breathless, he watched the stunning young babes play with his cum, take it into their mouth, tasting and swallowing every sticky drop.
“Drink your milk babies” he told them, laughing quietly as he thought about them feeding on his dick for their milk. In a way it was just that, he had drank their mother’s breast milk at breakfast, now in his own way he was giving it back Julie’s babies.

Suddenly, to his surprise, Jennifer lowered her face onto his body to slurp and lick at the last remnants of his cream that had fallen out of their grasp.
Wanting to get her fair share of the reward Jessica’s lips fell to his scrotem as she licked up his milk and traced her tongue all the way along the underside of his shaft licking at a small dribble of semen. She hungrily lapped up the liquid, her tongue making its way to his penis head where she met her sister’s mouth as their tongues wrestled across his head, up and down and in circles, darting at the slit savouring every drop of the milkman’s milk. If he hadn’t shot his entire load at them already, he would surely have come again straight into their open mouths under the attention of their exquisite, playful, velvet tongues.

Continuing to smear his fingers in the juices of their loins, the milkman congratulates them on a job well done, making them really happy by saying that he’d like them to do that again sometime soon.
He withdraws his wet fingers and watches the girls compose and dress themselves, restraining their breasts that were a shame to once again be hidden from view. “Remember, this is our little secret” her reminds them as they scamper of giggling and whispering to each other.

“I hope you liked your first taste of cock, cum and depravity young ladies, because there’s gonna be a whole lot more of it in your futures” he sniggers to himself as he watches them walk their hot, dripping wet asses away from him.
He sniff’s his fingers, first Jennifer, then Jessica, and then tastes them licking at their pussy juices on his fingers, first Jessie, then Jenny, then both sisters together cleaning his hands of their taste with his mouth, savouring every moment of it. He sighs, pleased with himself thinking “not a bad day, tasting the juices of three fine babes … and what a bunch of sluts, this is just the beginning!”


Later that evening, following his exciting game with the sisters, the milkman was wanking his milk spout replaying the day’s events. At this point, in a state of rabid arousal, he had wished he fucked the girls there and then. He remembered the feel of their soft pouty lips on his shaft and relived the explosive moment over and over again, dreamily showering the girls with cum in his imagination as he stroked himself to completion, climaxing on the thought of having had the girls swallow him.
Jen and Jessie had his sperm swirling around in their tummies right then, and unknown to him, the girls were lying wide awake in bed in the main house at that very moment too.

They lay side by side in bed facing one another, the shoulders of their nightdresses down to their waists, their massive mammaries exposed to the night air drifting in through the open window, the cold breeze stiffening their already hardened nipples as they practiced their milking techniques on each other’s breasts. Determined to please their tutor and prove they were ready to lactate they were resigned to imitating all the strokes and pinches the milkman had used on them. They fervently squeezed each other’s breasts, twisting and pinching the prominent nipples, but to no avail. Their melons reddened under each other’s ardent attention, they heaved and tormented their sensitive flesh till their hands ached and they fell asleep bare breasted in a loving sisterly embrace.

Elsewhere on the farm their mother Julie had been busy with the baby. The infant had kicked over a small jar of oil which spilled all over her. Having put the baby to sleep Julie went to the family shower which was located outside and just off to the left of the house. The rest of the farm was asleep, or so Julie thought, but the milkman having just milked himself to the thought of her daughters was outside for a bit of air and noticed the voluptuous silhouette of the farmer’s wife enter the shower stall.
His menacing smile returned.

Julie hummed softly to herself as she disrobed and felt the chill of the water caress and sting her body gently, some of the water slipping of the oil on her body. She liked how her hands slipped smoothly over the slickened parts of her body, even living on a farm she managed to keep her skin soft and silky smooth, but the oil made her body feel erotic even to her and she felt content in smearing the oil all over herself before washing it off completely.
She caressed her silky, soft, naked, oily, wet skin tenderly and gently massaged her breasts, squeezing them together between her hands until just the nipples were gripped by her finger tips, the oil making it easy to twirl and tease the protruding buttons which trickled tiny traces of her breast milk. Her hand eased down between her legs while her other continued to cup her breasts alternately, squeezing them so her fingers dug into her areola, pressing the nipple down into her breast, the hard button rolling around the top peak of her ample bust.
The hand between her legs instantly found the opening she sought as her fingers darted for her favourite little button to play with. At the very instant her fingers touched her clit Julie was startled into a high gasp that made no sound as the door swung open leaving her exposed to the man standing before her in a very compromising position.

It was the milkman, he stepped into the frame of the door and leaned against it cutting of her only means of escape. “Please don’t stop” he told her but she had already crossed her legs and was futilely trying to conceal her gorgeous body with her tiny hands. One arm reached down to cover her pussy with her hand, the other arm stretched across her breasts but managed to hide little more than her pink areola.
“I said, ‘Don’t stop!’” the intruder said again, but Julie just stood there motionless, except for a slight shiver, in stunned silence. A long moment passed as the milkman surveyed her exposed body relishing in the full splendor of the beautiful woman, he had seen little more than her breasts the last time.
Julie finally recovered from the shock and trauma of the situation, looking at him stare at her lustfully she yelled “How dare you, get out!”.
“Sshhhh” the milkman said, “you don’t want the whole farm waking up and discover the kinds of precarious situations you put yourself in do you? What would your husband say if he woke up to see this”
“He’d kill you!” she spat.
“Only because he doesn’t know what a tart you are, but I can tell him how you like getting yourself into these ‘situations’ … You haven’t forgotten about the other night have you? or have you told him what you were doing while he was away?”
“What do you want?” she said knowing she had been backed into a corner.
“That’s what I thought” the milkman smiled. “You can go back to doing what you were doing when I opened the door” he said.
Julie stood frigid and silent … “Go on, I’m waiting!” he half urged, half ordered her.

Slowly and reluctantly the hand on her crotch began to move, her eyes filled with anger and loathing as they were the last time Julie found herself helpless to resist being taken advantage of. “I want to see what you’re doing” the milkman said, and as if fighting herself Julie grudgingly uncrossed her legs to stand facing the intruder in her shower as her fingers played with her pussy, but with her legs together.
“Come now ma’am” he urged Julie on, “I’m sure a fine whore like you knows that I’ll enjoy this more if you spread your legs for me”.
“I’m not a whore” she spat venomously.
“Of course you are, I’m paying you by not telling your husband about all this.” Julie had no reply, she felt raped as another shred of dignity was ripped away from her. “This is a beautiful arrangement” the milkman said breaking the silence as he watched her pump her fingers into her pussy, “you’re depraving yourself for me so I keep your dirty little slutty secrets, but now I have this encounter to add to the list of sexual acts you’ve performed for your husband’s employees that you don’t want him finding out about”. He sniggered as she glared at him in rage but with fear as her possible fate began to dawn on her. “Was he going to continue tormenting her and taking advantage of her like this?” she thought, “of course he was, what man wouldn’t?”. Julie knew how men looked at her, she knew what they all thought of when near her, what they wanted.
What was she going to do, all she could do was hope it didn’t go that far … it wasn’t even her fault, she didn’t cheat on her husband, she was raped by the blacksmith and now she was being blackmailed for being raped … if she had only told her husband what had happened, “why didn’t she?” she thought, now it was too late and she was trapped.

Julie was deep in thought, contemplating her fate, weighing her options, trying to find a way out, she could see none. The milkman however was totally involved in the vision before him, Julie wasn’t aware of it, she buried herself in thought to hide from the reality of her predicament, she wasn’t the type of woman who would take of her clothes and tease herself to orgasm for anyone, but now her fingers were working frantically at getting her off now, she was moaning into the still night as she entertained her audience. She had been purposely avoiding her clit to deny the milkman the thrill he sought in manipulating her, but lost in her thoughts her probing fingers found her lust button and her body separated from her mind, relishing in the stimulation.
The oil on her hand was supplemented by her own secretions and she fingers worked furiously inside the stunning vixen’s hole. She again took to caressing her breasts and the milkman watched in awe as Julie’s milk jugs swayed in front of him.
After a long while of watching her in silence he spoke drowning out the sound of Julie’s moans, “come closer” he said, hearing him, Julie was snapped back to reality.
She was already within arms length (his arm) of him but Julie obeyed and moved even closer to witness the milkman produce a small jug.

“When I saw you step into the shower” he said, “all I wanted to do was come full up my jug with your milk. My coffee this morning was wonderful with your breast milk in it, I’ve never had a better cup!”
“It almost made me cum” he laughed. “I just came to get more milk from you, I never expected to find you playing with yourself and get a show!”
All the while Julie hadn’t stopped touching herself and rubbing her clit, her finger tips teased her mercilessly, she was losing control to her lust once more and going weak legged she fell forward leaning one tit into the inside of the door frame, the other into the man occupying the doorway, the fingers in her pussy never losing pace not missing a stroke, Julie was working herself into a frenzy. Ecstasy began to surge through her, she rubbed her breast against the frame of the door grating the nipple against the grain of the wood, pinching her other nipple with her fingers.
The milkman took the breast out of her control letting her hands meet between her legs to work on her climax.
He milked the mammary expertly as only he could emptying voluptuous firm jug into his jug, when he thought he had taken all he could from her right breast he pulled her half out of the shower and turned her so she stood in the door way facing the frame of the door. He positioned her so she could rub the tit he had finished with into the wood now leaving the other free for him to exploit. She gyrated her body and heaved her chest up and down stimulating her nipple against the wood grain while the other breast was being drained. Julie, overwhelmed by her libido, suddenly humped the door frame trying to rub her clit against the wood too. All the while the milkman continued to work on her, entertained by her lustful depravity. She ground her groin into the corner of the wooden post, were it not for the lubrication of the oil and her sex secretions the friction would have hurt her as she moved up and down in the door way moaning and grunting. She used one hand to pull her body as close to the door frame as she could and hold her there, the other hand lowered to her pussy lips which she parted with her fingers, pulling the lips up to expose an erect clit. The little bump felt wood for the first time as she pressed her crotch into the beam of wood between her legs, moving slowly now to heighten the sensation the grain gave her, up and down the milkman’s whore worked her clit. It was only moments later that Julie succeeded in sending herself over the edge and she erupted with a massive orgasm, her body spasming uncontrollably as she tried to stimulate her clit even further. She needed both arms now to hold her up against the door frame so she could hump her pussy on it riding out her climax as the last drops of milk were squeezed out of her.

The milkman told the farmer’s wife that her milk was so wonderful with his drinks that he was going to want a fresh supply every evening so she was to come by his room every evening to be milked, that is if she wanted to save herself the trouble of him coming to get his milk himself and finding her in yet another exploitable situation. With that he left Julie to retreat into the shower, cool down as the climax washed over her and clean herself up.

The Farmer's Wife & Daughters

Introduction: Episode 1 - Daughters' Violation
 
One hot summer’s day, a day like any other, the farmer’s daughter was out on the farm, playing about and keeping herself busy. The farmer was protective of his little girls and the day to day farm work was never expected of them. His daughter’s simply spent their time as they pleased, enjoying a free and comfortable lifestyle.
Jessica was a gorgeous blonde 19 year old, who like her sisters, had inherited their mother’s incredible DD breasts. The farmer’s wife and daughters always had the attention of the men on the farm, the farmer knew this but he needed men to work the farm, all he could do was watch his women like a hawk and trust his employees to not dare touch them. And they dared not since the farmer was a man with a very violent temper and the military training to know how to be lethal.
None of the men stepped out of line, but they reveled in opportunities like this, a chance encounter in a secluded area of the farm, or when the farmer was away on business, sometimes for weeks.
His daughters were particularly vulnerable, they were home schooled and had never really been away from the farm to know or learn the ways of the weird, they were naive and could easily be manipulated.
On this particular day Jessica was trying to milk one of the cows in one of the smaller and less busy barns. She was trying real hard and getting a little frustrated since she just couldn’t get it right. So engrossed in her attempts, she didn’t notice when one of the milking men who had worked on the farm for years came into the barn and stumbled upon her. He walked up behind her without her ever knowledge and got a closer look at what she was up to, he found her trying to learn his trade, and after watching her fail for sometime, he startled her by saying that “he’d show her how its done”.
He did, but after showing her a few times she still couldn’t do it so he boldy suggested to the young thing that perhaps she might get a better idea of how its done if he demonstrated it to her on her tits.
The men had been lewd with the girls before, teasing having fun with their innocence, but no one had ever dared take it this far, though it was a farm fantasy to ravage the young creatures, no one had dared it, until now.

She thought for a moment and it seemed to her to be quite a helpful suggestion, so she sweetly and meekly took off her shirt and bra and got on all fours infront of him as he had instructed her, allowing him to proceed squeezing and pulling on her tits, tweaking the hardening nipples of her large firm and tender breasts in downward circular motions. She enjoyed her lesson, having her breasts manipulated made her feel so good. The milkman tended her boobs, kneading his fingers and knuckles into them to his hearts content while Jessica held herself steady watching his hands move on her chest trying to learn his techniques.

When he had finished with her and left, she tried to milk the cow again but the cow didn’t like her new approach and Jessica soon gave up thinking she wasn’t doing it right. That evening she told her younger sister about her day of milking lessons and she (her sister) wanted to learn too. So the next morning after breakfast the youngest daughter Jenny, only 17 years old, went to the milkman and said that she wanted to milk cows too. He calmly submitted to her request but she too couldn’t do it. So she asked him to show her on her tits like he did with her sister, she thought it would help her learning though she was very shy about letting him touch her, but Jessica did it so she figured it was ok for her to do it too. Although younger Jennifer’s tits were as superb as her sisters if not rounder and firmer.

He agreed, playing on her naivety, but only on the condition that she would milk him if he milked her. She thought this was only fair but couldn’t understand how he could be milked, he wasn’t a girl. But he told her not to worry about, he’d show her when the time came.

So she took of her shirt, got on the floor and felt his hands on her chest as he massaged her breasts and squeezed them together, pulling them away from her body by the nipple and stretching them downward, tugging this way and that. He played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them as he held her heaving bosoms in his hands.
She didn’t learn anything about milking cows but she did feel something somewhere inside her panty that she had never felt before, she was being turned on, she was getting horny.

She had been horny before, but not like this … she never made sense of the sensation and it had never been a man’s touch that aroused her.
A few moments later, after listening to the young girl squeal and moan in his hands he announced that it was his turn to be milked.
He took off all his clothes his and got on all fours telling the girl to grab onto his throbbing erection and stroke it like he did with her breasts until she made milk come out of it. She found kneeling behind him and leaning over him was the best position for doing this. Not only was he being masturbated but she hadn’t put her shirt back on, still topless, her warm tender breasts and stiff nipples massaged his back while she continued to stroke the entire length of his shaft masterfully. In no time at all Jennifer had brought out his seed, and was thrilled at doing so though more excited by what she was feeling deep inside her virgin pussy.


Introduction: Episode 2 - Wife's Exploitation

Jennifer was pleased with herself and her handy work, that evening she told her older sister Jessica all about her success in her milking lesson, she had gotten it right, and on her first try too. Jessica was a little upset and embarrassed since she wasn't able to do it and her little sister could.
She reasoned it away by thinking that it must be easier to milk a man than it is to milk a cow … she had no idea how right she was as she turned over in her bed and fell to sleep.

Outside the blacksmith was still hard at work fixing the furnace the farmer’s wife had demanded be repaired that very day, it was taking him longer than he had anticipated and he was angered at having to work this late, especially since its always an early rise when working on a farm. He had no choice now since he had lied that he already fixed the problem when asked about his progress earlier that evening by the farmer’s wife, thinking he would get to it later and it would take him no time at all, he eagerly boasted his compliance to her wishes knowing the furnace wouldn't be used until morning. She was glad he got the job done and said that she would have hated to have to stay up waiting for him to finish so he could come in and make his adjustments, bidding him goodnight, she was off to bed.

Hours later the blacksmith had finally finished his repairs and took the mended machinery part into the main house to install it. The furnace was located right at the far corner of the outer kitchen, which was adjoined to the farmer’s private kitchen. He crept in with his lantern (there were locks on the doors but they were seldom ever used on the farm) and got to work. He had just finished when he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen from inside the house. Afraid that it might be the farmer’s wife and his little lie about finishing the job earlier might be discovered, he quickly extinguished his lantern before its light could be detected.

It was the farmer’s wife, she had come into the kitchen for something, she carried a very bright lantern of her own, which she set on a chair infront of her. From where he was hiding, in the shadows, in the next room the blacksmith could see his employer’s wife looking for something in her cupboards.
He was shocked and in awe of what he saw, she was in her sleepwear. The farmer’s wife was a gorgeous and voluptuous woman, she was wearing nothing but a corset and long cotton skirt so thin that he could see everything underneath it.

He couldn’t help himself, he crept closer to look on her better, he was at the door, two arm lengths away from the most perfectly sculpted pair of legs he had ever seen, the lantern infront of her silhouetted her slender curvaceous long legs sublimely. He traced their shape with his eyes and brought them to rest where her thighs met each other when she, with her back to him, oblivious to his presence, bent over reaching for her lantern, simultaneously presenting her ass to him, her scorching perfect body on exhibit demanding assault was not denied.

He immediately pushes her over to the table, bending her over it and covering her mouth with one hand so she can’t scream, with the other hand he slowly hikes up the back of her long skirt to reveal her ripe bare ass to the bulge he’s about to release into her. He whips out his cock and instantly thrusts it hard and deep into her. She screams and yelps muffled cries of shock and impalement into his hand, but after several long minutes of slowly working his bounty, motioning up inside of the sexy warm woman, then out and all the way back into her, her protests began to diminish as the brutal phallus wore down her resistance. With every thrust into her warm velvet void she grew calmer and accepting of the uninvited visitor to her womb, a small measure of joy coarsed through her veins as her clit found stimulation. The blacksmith slowly removed the hand from her mouth and placed his hands around her thighs as he continued to plough through, deep into her fertile fields. She took this chance to look behind her and learn the identity of the cock in her cunt.
He smiled at her glance and stoped to reposition her as she turned back laying her head on the table unopposing to her intruder. He moved her around on the table, bringing her swelling clit to rests on the corner edge of the table, stripping her of her skirt and setting her legs a good distance apart so that she has to keep them straight while standing bent flat over the table, widely exposing herself to him, opening her bridaled pussy lips to his fervent erection. He enters her again, pumping her pussy furiously, her lovely large mammories rocking back and forth frantically on the table top, struggling in a losing battle to remain contained by the cups of her corset as she lays on the table motionless, except for her body's reaction to the blacksmith's fucking.

Then, the milkman comes in to the outer kitchen to fetch some milk when he hears the squeals of whore being hammered and investigates to find the boss’s wife sprawled on her kitchen table with the help’s cock inside her. Excited by the gorgeous woman’s predicament he walks in to watch her being fucked by his friend.
When she notices, they look at each other not saying a word, her pussy being mercilessly abused. The milker finally utters to her with a smirk that he just came to get some milk. Conducting herself like the mistress of the manor, and not a cheap cunt being fucked on her own kitchen table infront of him, she responds that the days supply has been used up already. Then she breaks out in a plea to the milker to keep what he saw there that night a secret, her husband couldn’t find out. Even though she was being raped, her husband would be furious, besides, she was no longer putting up any sort of a fight. She was enjoying her unsolicited dose of cock.

The milkman says ‘fine’ with a menacing grin, ‘only if you give me some milk’ he continues.
The farmer’s wife, still being pumped, moaning and grunting softly now … “I can’t give you any milk, I just told its finished” she said, slightly irritate.

“Yes you can” says the milker, and in the same breath, leans in towards her body, layed down against the table, and reaches beneath her grabbing at her chest. He folds down the cups of her corset and reaches for a tin cup which he sets on the table. Realising what he wants, needing his silence, and in the midst of errupting at her core, the farmer’s wife raised her chest of the table to give him access to her breasts, which he milked (unknown to her) just like he had milked her daughters’ earlier that day, but unlike the young tender breasts of her daughters’, her breasts were full and ripe and able to surrender the juices he sought. He twisted and squeezed her breasts, lactating her into the cup, releasing her warm milky nectar.

The combined exhileration of having her breasts fondled so expertly while getting her pussy rammed drove her wild, the milker could see it in her eyes, the blacksmith could feel it as her cunt pulsed and began squeezing around his shaft as he pushed in and out of her, her breathing was growing sharper and her body trembled with delight as her pussy transmitted waves of lustful passion through her steaming hot body. 
Through out her climax, her milker hadn’t missed a stroke, he had almost filled his cup having emptied out her marvelous titties, he gave her heaving bosoms a final caress. He took the cup of her breast milk to his nose and drew in the scent of her juices, smiled at her and left. Watching him, she called after him asking if he really wanted her milk or did he just want to get his hands on her rack, he answered her with nothing but a wink and left.

The blacksmith flipped her over and pulled her firmly against him and slammed into her once more, her legs hung over the edge of the table and around him and he delved repeatedly into her with his cock as fast as he could. She reached down and pressed her fingers into her clit, rubbing it excitedly in rhythm with the solid pole darting in and out of her slippery lap.
Moments later she was engulfed in her ecstasy, she climaxed, panting in exhaustion and moaning quietly as it washed over her.
The blacksmith kept going, once again he rolled her over onto her stomach and continued fucking her until she sucked out the cum from his testicles into her body. He buried his dick inside her pussy as deep as he could go, pushing himself into her as far as he could, he wanted to leave his semen as deep inside of her as he could so that the memory of her fuck, of her rape, on her kitchen table might always stay with her.
Her rape was never more evident to her, she was being pumped fill of his cum, she could fall pregnant, she couldn’t have that, she didn’t want that. She had been enjoying her intercourse, but didn’t want his seed in her. He pinned her down as his cock continued to throb, funneling more and more of his sperm into farmer’s wife, he wanted it all inside her, he want her to know and feel his semen emblazoned on her heart and womb for as long as it could last with her cunt and in her memory.

He pulled out of her as she lay overwhelmed on the table and cupped her beautiful stretched cum drenched pussy in his hand and gave her twat a little ‘now that was a good girl’ pat and left. She fell to her knees and felt his thick violating juices seep out of her as she tried to gather herself.

Callie's Milk

Introduction: Sexy daughter breastfeeds daddy
 
About a year ago my daughter met a guy who was the epitome of scum. She was eighteen, he was twenty-five and the two were about as well suited as oil and water. The one time I met Roger Banks, I remember being thoroughly disgusted; his long, stringy hair held as much oil as the crankcase of his Harley, his face, which was not what anyone would call handsome, was dotted with old acne scars and several blackheads. He was so nasty that I was afraid to shake his hand.

I didn't believe at the time, nor do I now, that Callie had feelings for the bum. My daughter has always been one who enjoys shocking others, especially me, and her relationship with Roger was simply for the shock value. She loves it; seeing how far she can push the envelope, seeing someone's face when she says or does something truly outrageous, is Callie's idea of fun.

I gave up long ago trying to persuade my daughter that she didn't have to behave so scandalous all the time. I tried to impress upon her that her behavior did not impress others, especially her mother and me. I may as well have been talking to a brick wall for all the good it did me. She never listened. Somewhere inside that pretty head of hers is the notion that she can do anything she wants. After all, she's a very beautiful young woman, and everyone knows that beautiful women own the world. Well, that's a little simplistic, but it seems to adequately describe my daughter and how she views the world.

About three months after Callie met Roger Banks, she became pregnant with his baby. Naturally, since Banks is probably one of the more revolting specimens of human nature, he fled town when she told him, and hasn't been heard from since. I say, good riddance! In many ways, though, Callie has been profoundly changed by the incident. The prospect of having a baby, having to care for a child, has forced her to grow up and accept some responsibility.

At least, for the most part.

There is still a wild streak in my daughter that she hasn't quite let go of. She still likes to taunt and shock people just to see how they'll react. Janet has become immune to Callie's peculiar behavior over the years and simply ignores her. I do the same and most times it works. But Callie never gives up. She knows, at the very least, she can get a reaction out of me. And that proved true a few weeks back.

Callie decided to breastfeed little Andy, who is now six weeks old, and she doesn't seem to be bothered with the rules of decorum regarding the display of her breasts. Starting from day one, Callie would come into the den, sit on the sofa and pull out a milk-laden breast for Andy to feed on. Janet told me to ignore her, that Callie was simply acting up again. But, let me tell you that it's hard to ignore such beautiful breasts, regardless of whom they belong to.

I've never really thought of my daughter in a sexual way, even though I knew she was every bit as beautiful as she believed. She has long red hair that she normally keeps tied in a loose pony tail behind her head, her skin has a soft peach complexion and her frame is slender and curvaceous. She's only 5', 5" but her slender body makes her legs seem very long. She has green, mischievous eyes and sensual lips that can melt your heart when she smiles.

A couple of weeks ago when Andy was about four weeks old, Callie came into the den with Andy one evening while I was watching television. Janet was gone to one of her endless charity meetings and the three of us were alone in the house. Without a word, she sat down on the end of the sofa nearest to my recliner and exposed a breast for Andy to suckle. I have to admit that much of the problem I've had with Callie breastfeeding her son in my presence was that I enjoyed it more than a father should. It was hard not to watch and I would covertly glance at my daughter's exposed breast many times. She's caught me several times but she simply smiled without saying a word.

Callie's creamy white breast had an effect on me. Maybe it was because Janet and I seldom have sex anymore, or maybe it was just because I enjoyed looking at a beautiful, milk-filled breast. Whatever the reason, seeing her breasts was intoxicating. I shouldn't have been so aroused, especially with my grandson attached to the working end, but my cock quickly became a throbbing hard seven inches. Seeing my daughter's breasts had become the most arousing experience of my life.

Suddenly, Callie turned her face to me and her eyes seemed to light up with the old mischievous quality that I had come to know so well. Her beautiful lips spread into a playful smile as she looked into my eyes. I knew she was about to say something shocking again but I didn't mind.

"Do you like looking at my tits, daddy?" she asked with a grin.

"I ah...I'm sorry, Callie, I didn't mean to stare," I said hesitantly.

"Yes, you did," she laughed. "You've been looking at my tits every time I breastfeed Andy."

"Well, it's not like it's easy not to watch," I said in my defense.

Without a word and her lips still spread in a playful grin, Callie exposed her other milk-filled breast. With her left hand, she gently cupped the heavy tit and lifted it. I just stared at it, my eyes riveted to the milky white globe and the dark, fat nipple that oozed milk.

"Would you like to taste my milk, daddy?" she asked softly.

"I...ah...maybe we shouldn't have this conversation," I stammered.

The truth is, I desperately wanted to feast on my sexy daughter's tit and drink her milk. It may be wrong, maybe in reality my mind is really twisted and immoral, but the thought of taking that fat, brown nipple into my mouth was the most stimulating thought of my life. A fleeting thought that I was worse than Roger Banks came to mind but I quickly pushed it away.

"Why, daddy?" she persisted. "I know you want to. I can tell from the way you look at my tits that you want to suck them."

That smile, the mischievous glint in her pretty green eyes, were signs of her old behavior. Callie was pushing the envelope again and trying to see how far she could take me. My pulse was racing, pounding away in my ears; my breath was ragged and labored; my mouth was as dry as desert sand and I couldn't speak. I just looked at her, my eyes captivated with that soft, heavy breast she was offering.

Suddenly, just like that, it was over. Andy apparently had finished with his evening meal and Callie began the process of burping him. When that was over she stood from the sofa, carried her infant son to a playpen in one corner of the den and gently laid him inside. After she made sure he was asleep, she turned and locked eyes with me. Then, without a word, she slowly shrugged out of the denim shirt she was wearing and dropped it to the floor at her feet. Now she stood in a pair of skimpy panties that barely concealed the puffy mound of her pussy.

She walked to where I sat and crawled into my lap, her legs on either side of mine, and lowered her firm, well - rounded ass onto my lap. My gaze was immediately drawn to her heavy tits that she cupped with both hands. A tiny drop of milk clung to the fat nipple of her left tit and I licked my lips eagerly.

"Go ahead, daddy," she said softly. "Drink me, taste my milk."

"Oh, baby..."

"No one has to know," she said in that soft, easy voice. "Let me breastfeed you, daddy."

A tiny mewling sound came from my mouth as she touched a fat nipple to my dry lips. Without considering it any further, without thinking or acknowledging that what I was about to do was wrong, I opened my mouth and sucked the offered nipple into my mouth. Callie placed one hand lightly behind my head and held me while I began to feed from her nipple.

Callie's breast milk wasn't bitter, as I had been led to believe. Someone once told me that a woman's breast milk is bitter and nasty but I thought my daughter's milk was incredibly good. I began to suck with a greedy need, savoring the rich taste of Callie's milk on my tongue.

"You like it, don't you, daddy?"

"Yes, baby, I love it."

"Suck my nipple harder, daddy," she said. I heard the strain of something new in her voice that I hadn't heard before and suddenly realized that it sounded very much like lust. "Make me feel it, daddy! Suck my titties!"

I complied. I began to suck Callie's nipple hard, taking drops of warm, sweet milk into my mouth each time. Soon, I heard tiny gasps of delight coming from her as I feasted on her sweet, sexy tit. Both of her hands held my head, her long fingers combing through my hair as she watched me suck her nipple. I had both of her heavy tits in my hands and I began to alternate between them. I was like a kid in a candy store as I greedily sucked my daughter's breast milk from both of her lovely, soft tits.

All at once, Callie began to move in my lap. She began to rock her hips, rubbing her panty-covered pussy along the fat shaft of my cock that made a nice bulge in my kaki pants. Back and forth she moved her delicious pussy, grinding and rubbing against my cock. I couldn't believe that my daughter was dry fucking me! I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I increased the force of my sucking and started to bite and chew on her nipples, taking them into my mouth and sucking hard on them.

"Yessssssssss!" she hissed. "Suck my nipples, daddy! Suck them hard! Make them hurt!"

"You like that?" I gasped around a fat nipple.

"Yes! Oh, daddy, you're such a good tittie sucker!"

Abruptly, Callie began to grunt and moan as she rocked her hips harder and faster. Her hands held me tight against her left breast as she suddenly descended into the depths of a fierce orgasm. I just sat quietly, hardly able to believe that my daughter, my sweet nineteen-year-old Callie, had just had an orgasm while dry fucking the bulge of my hard cock in my pants. I held her tightly, her left nipple still in my mouth, until she finally collapsed against me.

We sat this way for some time, and then she rose up and crawled from my lap. She walked back to where she'd dropped her shirt, picked it up from the floor and shrugged back into it. Then, with a tiny smile on her pretty lips she turned and walked back to where I sat. She bent at the waist, leaned in and licked a drop of mother's milk that clung to one corner of my mouth.

"Any time you're thirsty..."

"I know where I can get the best mother's milk in town," I replied with a smile.

She nodded, and then walked to where Andy lay sleeping in the playpen. I watched my sexy daughter take her son to the room where they slept, my mind reeling with all that had happened. The evening had started with her simply doing what she had been doing for weeks: exposing her breasts to get a reaction from me. Well, she did get a reaction; one I knew I wouldn't soon be able to get out of my mind. When I looked down at the front of my trousers, I groaned loudly. There was a large spot that was the juice and cum from Callie's pussy.

I quickly shoved my pants down around my knees, without caring who walked in. It didn't take long, either. The taste of Callie's milk, the feel of her nipples in my mouth, and the orgasm I gave her just because I was sucking her delicious titties, combined to send me into a mind-numbing orgasm. With the image of Callie's tits in my mind's eye, my cock exploded and ropes of thick, white cum shot into the air to land on the carpet at my feet.

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to sleep, I lay awake remembering what had happened between my daughter and me. As I had predicted, the images of that night would not go away easily. And I lay there anticipating the next time I would drink from my daughter's sexy, young breasts.

* * * * *

I went around in a daze for the next few days, my mind absorbed with the images of my daughter and the warm, sweet taste of her breast milk. During that time I tried to analyze what had happened and understand why Callie had aroused me so much that night. The bottom line, which is so one-dimensional that it really may not explain it well, is that we were doing something that was wrong. Incest is considered taboo and is not very well accepted by most. The fact is, though, that people – at least in the time we now live – are drawn to what they're not supposed to have. And what Callie and I did that night was even more breathtaking simply because it was wrong.

Still, I could not stop thinking about that night. It's a good thing that I own my own company or I might have lost my job. I was so engrossed in what had taken place that I found it difficult to focus on daily tasks. Even my secretary and one of my foremen commented on the obvious lack of attention, wondering if I was all right.

The following night, which was Friday, I stayed up late to watch an old movie on cable television. Janet went to bed a few hours earlier because she had a charity event scheduled for the next day. I had hoped that Callie would feed little Andy again but she accomplished that task and put him to bed before Janet went to sleep. So, I sat alone in the den watching a movie that I wasn't even interested in.

A little after twelve, Callie came into the den dressed in a bath robe, her long, red hair damp from a fresh shower. I was surprised. I had thought she probably went to sleep when she put my grandson to bed. I could feel my cock begin to stir under the robe I had put on earlier in anticipation of another opportunity with my daughter. She stopped in the center of the room and looked around.

"Where's mom?" she asked.

"She went to bed a couple of hours ago," I said, trying hard to keep my eyes on her face. "She has one of those charity events tomorrow."

Callie grinned. "You know how sound she sleeps. It would take a bomb to wake her up."

"I know."

"Are you hungry?"

"Are you going to feed me?"

"I would love to breastfeed my daddy," she said with a soft, husky voice. "I really like the way my daddy sucks my nipples."

"I love your milk, baby," I said. My eyes dropped momentarily to where I knew her breasts were under the terrycloth robe. "And I really love sucking my little girl's tits."

It was so bizarre having this conversation with my daughter. For nineteen years Callie had been my little girl, even though she had been a pain in the ass much of that time. Still I had loved her, and talking dirty to her was so far out in left field that I could hardly believe it was actually taking place.

"I also want to fuck you, Callie." I had known I would say that and the words only aroused me more.

"Really?" she said with arched brow.

"Yes."

Without another word I shrugged out of the robe. Callie's eyes dropped to my hard cock and her pretty mouth made a big O as she stared at it. A week before I would not have believed that I would be sitting naked in my recliner, holding my hard cock in one hand while my sexy daughter stared at it.

"You want my cock, Callie?" I asked with a lust-filled voice.

"Fuck, yes!" she hissed.

She quickly took off the robe she wore, dropped it on the floor and crawled onto my lap. Before she was even settled I pulled her face to mine and mashed my lips to hers. Callie parted her lips and groaned when I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth. I had kissed my daughter many times before but never like this. The feel of her warm, wet mouth on my tongue was stimulating and we kissed with a wild, intensity that took my breath away.

"Fuck me, daddy!" she hissed into my mouth. "Jam your big daddy-dick in my little cunny!"

"Oh, baby, I need your hot little cunt so bad!"

"It's yours, daddy! Take it!"

Callie rose up, grabbed my hard cock with one hand and guided it to her sopping wet fuck hole. We both groaned in unison as the big head spread her lips wide and sank deep inside of her. There was a wild look in her green eyes as she settled onto my cock. Then, with a long groan of pleasure, she began to fuck me, her ass rising and falling while I rocked my hips to meet her thrusts.

"Suck my titties, daddy! Drink my milk!"

"You like breastfeeding me, baby?"

"Yessssssssss! Oh, fuck, yes! I love feeling your lips and teeth and tongue on my nipples!"

I began sucking her tits, alternating between the two, taking her warm milk into my mouth and savoring the taste. Callie groaned softly as she watched me feed on her beautiful tits. I couldn't get enough of my little girl's milk. I held her heavy globes in my hands while my greedy mouth worked on the fat nipples.

Her pussy felt like a glove made of liquid satin as she rode my throbbing meat. I could feel her juices gathering on my cum-filled balls. Her pretty face had transformed into a mask of pure lust, her green eyes wide with unbridled desire, and her bottom lip quivering with need. I released a nipple and leaned back to watch her pussy as my cock impaled it with each upward thrust. Her fat, shaved pussy mound, the pink, throbbing clit nearly drove me mad with desire.

"I can't believe you're fucking me, daddy!"

"I can't believe it, either," I gasped. "Such a nice pussy!"

"Do you know that my milk will be gone one of these days?"

"I know," I said. "I'll miss it, too."

"It doesn't have to be that way, you know."

"I don't understand, baby."

She grinned and caressed my face with one hand. In a soft, barely audible voice, she said, "Cum in me, daddy. Cum in my pussy and make me pregnant again."

I just stared at her for a long moment. Callie had taken me by surprise and I didn't know what to say. My daughter had just asked me to make a baby in her. She leaned forward and kissed me softly, her tongue dancing lightly inside of my mouth.

"Are you sure, baby?" I asked after she leaned back and locked eyes with me.

"Yes! I want to have your baby so bad, daddy!"

"But...I mean...your mother-"

"Doesn't have to know," she finished for me. "I love you so much and I want to have your baby!"

"Oh, Callie, I love you, too!"

"Will you make a baby in me?"

"Yes!"

"Daddy..."

Callie wrapped her slender arms around my waist and mashed her lips to mine. We kissed hard, our tongues clashing deliciously together. I held her hips and picked up the tempo, making my cock a hard, throbbing piston as it drove in and out of her pussy. She groaned into my mouth while the nails of her long fingers raked my back. I broke the kiss and greedily began sucking her tits again. I drank the warm, sweet milk from Callie's tits while we continued to fuck with an intensity that I had never felt with anyone else before.

"Yessssssssss! Drink my milk, daddy!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck, I'm breastfeeding my daddy while he fucks my wet pussy! Oh, daddy, it's so fucking good! Don't stop fucking me! Drink your little girl's tittie milk and fuck her pussy! Make a baby in my tummy, daddy!"

Callie babbled on, her body consumed with a wild-hot fire as we made love in my recliner. I was on fire, hardly able to believe that I was about to make my little girl pregnant. But, as I sucked her nipples and drank her sweet milk, I realized that I did want her pregnant. I wanted her to be pregnant with our baby, and this thought spurred me on. It wasn't long before I knew that I was close.

"I'm close, Callie," I gasped.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, daddy, I can't believe you're gonna make a baby in me!"

"It's gonna happen very soon, baby, because I don't think I can hold off much longer!"

"Do it!" she gasped. "Give my pussy your baby seed! I want it, daddy!"

I shoved my cock up into her pussy hard and fast one last time as it exploded deep inside of her. My whole body felt like concrete as I stiffened with the most powerful orgasm of my life. Tiny mewling sounds of pure unbridled passion came from Callie's mouth as she began to climax. Her hips rocked and shuddered and grinded hard on my cock, milking every drop of seed my balls had to offer while she rode the wave of her own orgasm.

Finally, we collapsed together, our bodies trembling and soaked with the sweat of our passion. I held my daughter close, her heavy milk-filled tits pressing hard against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and stood up, then walked to the center of the room and gently laid her on the carpeted floor. We lay side by side for a long while without speaking, our hands touching and exploring, and our eyes locked together.

"That was incredible," she said finally.

"I'll second that opinion," I smiled.

Callie paused for a moment, then said in a soft, hesitant voice, "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to make love to me."

"Really?"

"Yes. I used to masturbate and imagine how it would feel to hold your cock and how it would feel to have you deep inside of my pussy."

"And now?"

She smiled. "I don't ever want another man but you, daddy."

"Well...someday you'll change your mind, baby."

"I doubt it."

We were lying on our sides, facing each other. Callie placed one soft hand on my chest and pushed lightly until I rolled onto my back. She rolled on top of me and slid down until her face was even with my chest. Then, while I watched, she began to lick my nipples, something I had never had done to me before. Her tongue and lips, as she licked and sucked, brought a low groan of pleasure from my mouth. I closed my eyes and reveled in this new and wonderful sensation.

It wasn't long before my cock was hard again. It had been years since I was able to become aroused so soon after making love. But my sexy daughter was more than able to make it happen. Her teeth lightly nibbled on my sensitive nipples sending shock waves rippling through my body. I groaned and took her head in my hands, feeling the softness of her long red hair.

Her mouth traveled softly, kissing and licking me as she worked her way around my chest and stomach. The tip of her pink tongue dipped into my navel, causing me to shudder deliciously. This was the first time a woman had ever made love to me this way and made me feel so hot that I felt like I had the stamina to go all night.

"MMMMM!" she hissed softly as she scooted down further and took my cock in one hand. "It looks to me like my daddy still wants to practice making his little girl pregnant!"

"Take me in your mouth, Callie!" I gasped. "Suck my cock!"

I groaned and nearly cried out with pleasure as she took several inches of my hard, throbbing cock deep into her mouth. One soft hand grasped the base of my cock while her mouth sucked up and down on the fat shaft. Her head made corkscrew motions as she bobbed her pretty head up and down. Callie's other hand crept down between her velvety thighs and began rubbing her sex-swollen clit.

"Don't cum in my mouth, daddy," she warned. "As much as I want to taste your seed, I want it in my pussy even more."

"Ok, baby."

"Remember, we have a baby to make."

Then her mouth was on my cock again. I loved the way her lips looked wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Her green eyes rose occasionally to lock onto mine and I could see the glazed look of lust in them. She not only enjoyed sucking my cock, but she truly wanted it in her mouth. I took her pretty head in my hands again, arched my back a little and began to fuck her sweet mouth.

"That's it, baby," I gasped. "Suck daddy's cock! Take my cock deep in your sweet little mouth!"

"MMMMM!"

"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth!"

I've never been one to last long with a blowjob. Maybe it's because Janet hates sucking cock and I seldom get one. I knew, as I watched Callie suck my cock while I fucked her mouth, that it wouldn't be long. I tried to make it last, tried to think of anything that would hold off the inevitable, but it was useless. I wasn't going to last.

"I'm gonna cum soon, baby!"

"Yes!"

Callie let go of my cock with a loud PLOP and moved up until her pussy was just above the bulbous head, then lowered her sweet ass until I was all the way inside of her again. Her face had taken on that feral look again; her eyes were burning with an intense fire and her mouth twisted into an animal snarl as she began to wildly ride my cock. Up and down she pumped my cock while I met each of her violent thrusts.

For the second time that night I exploded deep inside of my daughter. Her fingers, soaked with her slick juices, rubbed her clit furiously until she began to buck and writhe on me. Her orgasm came about ten seconds after mine, and it seemed more intense, more passionate this time. The patch of pubic hair above my cock was matted and soaked with Callie's pussy juice and cum.

We lay together for another thirty minutes while I feasted on her milk. The sweet, warm liquid was a taste that I didn't think I could get used to being without. But, as her slender fingers gently combed through my hair and I sucked her nipples, I wondered if I would have to do without her milk for long. I knew at that moment that if my daughter had her way, she would again be pregnant. And it looked as though she was going to get her way.