My Leaking Big Tits : Daddy’s Cream 14

My tits haven’t stopped growing my entire life and now, at nineteen, they look fit to burst.  When I complain to Daddy about them he says he knows a way to fix them.  You won’t find it in any medical books, but I can tell you it works.

I’d do anything to relieve myself of the pressure, so I agree to Daddy’s suggestion.  When he starts to suck I’m overcome with arousal and I find myself behaving very strangely indeed.  Now I have to take down Daddy’s swelling.  Should I suck that too, Daddy?

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“Perfectly natural,” he said, trying to be calm.  He gave them a squeeze and I winced and let out a yelp.

“Daddy!” I gasped, tensing and rising up on the seat.

“It’s okay,” he said.  “This might smart a little.”

He squeezed again and I felt the pain surge through me.  “It’s not working,” I yelled.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” he said to himself.  “Okay, Dee.  Brace yourself.”

“For what?” I asked, wondering what the hell was to come.

“For this,” Daddy said simply, and he quickly pushed his face towards my breasts, pushing the nipple into his mouth and giving it a hard suck as he squeezed.

At first I cried out in pain, but very quickly I felt the pressure start to wane.

“Daddy,” I breathed, feeling a cleansing wave wash over me.

I sank into the lounger just as he pulled off my tits, then I watched in amazement as he spat a mouthful of white liquid onto the grass.

I sat up quickly on the lounger and stared at the fluid.  “Milk!” I said, astounded.

“I told you so,” he said, wiping at his mouth.  “Tastes pretty good, too.”

I watched as he ran his tongue over his teeth, enjoying whatever flavor it was that a woman’s breast-milk produced.

“You’re stopping?” I asked.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Kind of,” I lied, trying not to look him in the eye.  There was something far too naughty about enjoying the sensation of your own father sucking your tits.

“Okay,” he said, and he brought his face back to my breasts.  I wriggled with excitement, but quickly remembered I was supposed to be in pain.

“Owie,” I said, feigning injury.  My eyes spread wide with delight as Daddy’s face once again came to my breast, taking it in his mouth and powerfully sucking the milk through the tight aperture.

The relief was euphoric, and with it came the strangest sensation of arousal.  I’d never had a guy suck my tits like this before and I can honestly say that it felt incredible.  The feeling of milk surging through the pin-hole and into his mouth was a real rush.

As he sucked, my nipple stiffened and I felt my pussy swell with delight.  My heart raced and my head felt light.  Daddy was doing wonderful things to me.

This time when his mouth was full he swallowed down the milk instead, keeping himself latched onto me as he fed.  To see such a powerful man being nurtured by my tits was kind of humbling.

“Don’t stop,” I said, and now I couldn’t hide the pleasure in my words.

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