My Magical Milky Tits : Daddy’s Cream 15

Daddy has a smoking hot cock.  Literally.  Thanks to an unfortunate placement of his spectacles a searing hot, concentrated beam of light is slowly combusting his shorts.

In a flash I leap into action, feeling the hidden power of my breasts come to life once more.  A fast torrent of milk shoots from my big tits and douses the embers, but now I have a lot of explaining to do … Oh yeah, and he takes my virginity too!

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“The Hucow Sense,” I said.  “It’s what I call it.”

“What you call what?”

“It’s my name for the impossible urge to shoot milk from my tits.”

“I guess it’s catchier,” he shrugged.

“It only happens for a good reason.”

“What’s the reason now?” he said, trying to be heard over the spattering of milk hitting the patio floor.

My face flushed red with embarrassment and I looked up at him.

“Arousal,” I confessed simply.

Daddy looked at me and then his swollen cock.  “Me too.”

He smiled warmly and so did I.  It wasn’t exactly the father-daughter bonding moment I’d been hoping for, but it would have to do for now.

I concentrated on my squirting tits and managed to quell the expulsion.  When I’d done so I leant forward slowly in my chair, like I was trying not to startle a woodland beast.

I reached delicately forward, looking up at Daddy for the subtlest of permissions.  I saw the slight nod of his head and I put my fingers on the freshly wet cock, tickling along it as I explored one for the first time.

I’d been a virgin since forever, which is something every virgin can say, but I was getting the sneaking suspicion that I might not remain a virgin much longer.

The thought made my pussy swell and I felt my tits threaten to burst all over again, but I managed to quell the urge before it consumed me.

“It’s okay,” Daddy said calmly, and my fingers wrapped around his shaft.

I gasped as I felt him against my skin.  He was so big that I couldn’t touch my thumb on the other side of the cylinder.  Playfully I pulled my fist back over him and then pushed it down, listening to the air fill his lungs as he took a deep breath.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he said.  “Even with all the milk.”

My tits dripped as I started to pump him slowly.  My head started to move towards him as though pulled by a tractor-beam.  Closer and closer my face came to his taboo inches until it was within licking distance.

“I think I want to suck your cock, Daddy,” I said.  I was never sure how people agreed to do these sinful acts.

“Go ahead, Catherine,” he said, offering it with his hand.

I smiled after being given permission, licking my lips and then opening my mouth like I was trying foreign food for the first time.

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