Udder Swap Milking! : Daddy’s Cream 21

One big lick across the breasts from Daddy’s prized dairy cow and I wind up feeling very strange indeed.  I soon realize that its milking powers have been transformed to me, but there’s only one way of proving that to Daddy.  I show him my new power and he’s blown away.  He wants to taste it and he’s not prepared to stop there!  Milk me, Daddy, and give me that big, hard cock!

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“Look,” I said, calmly now.

Slowly I brought my hands up to my tits and made a heart-shape with the two of them over my breast.  I squeezed it out towards the nipple and felt that same euphoric release as before.  A jet of milk shot forwards out of my nipple, scattering over the table that stood between us.  Daddy’s jaw almost hit the floor.

“Holy hell!”

“See?” I said.

“Do that again,” he asked, taking a step forwards.

Again I primed my hands around my tits and brought them forward, squeezing the nectar through the tight aperture.  It fired forwards in a plentiful burst and dropped again over the table.

Daddy took several quick steps towards me and stared down at my tits as though he was immediately in love.  His pupils were fat when he looked back into my face and a beaming smile sprouted on my lips when I saw the change in him.

“Believe me now?” I said.

Daddy said nothing.  Instead he rushed towards the table and dragged a fingertip through the milk, bringing it to his lips.  He placed it on his tongue and closed his mouth and eyes, concentrating on the taste.

I watched the concentration turn to contented bliss and then elation.

“It’s hers!” he cried, punching the heavens.  “It’s her milk!”

He came rushing back towards me and hugged me tight, pressing my big tits against his chest.  I guess they didn’t need much in the way of provocation, because quickly they started dripping all over his t-shirt.

When Daddy broke from the embrace he looked down at his sodden t-shirt and then to my dripping udders.  He started to laugh, running a hand down his face in disbelief.

“Oh, thank God,” he said, giddy with jubilation.

“Would you like to try,” I said, and I looked down at my ripe breasts and swayed my shoulders for him.

He stared at them and then to me, still shocked.  “You want me to—”

“Sure,” I said.  “Besides, you know more about milking than anyone.”

Daddy didn’t need too much convincing.  He moved forwards biting his lip as he ogled me, looking at my big, ripe tits that were now his savior.

He reached forwards with his hands and then looked to my face for one last act of permission.

“Go ahead,” I said, giving them another shake for him.

His hand touched them and I closed my eyes in an instant.  I felt my nipple start to rise immediately, as though Daddy had some kind of magic touch to go with my magic tits.

He sucked a breath over his teeth and then started to squeeze, bringing forth a torrent of milk that crashed against his grey t-shirt until it was sodden against his chest.

“Amazing,” he said simply.

My nipples drip-dropped their milk in the aftermath and I started to get even crazier ideas.

“Have a taste,” I said.  “Straight from the source.”

Daddy stared into my eyes and then smirked when he realized what I meant.

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