by Izzy Slam
Suddenly, daddy leaned over and rocketed his cock to the back of my throat. It was so rough, I couldn’t even use my tongue on his length. All I could do was suck with each exit, trying to create a little pressure along the crown and add to his pleasure.
“Damn, Josie, your slutty little hucow mouth is so fuckable,” he roared, releasing his jizz in one hard burst.
I swallowed it all down, over and over as Uncle Scott made me cum again by inserting a finger in my bottom. The pressure there was so intense, my feet lifted off the floor on their own, my pussy and asshole clamping over and over through an orgasm.
Daddy pulled out of my mouth and scooted back until he was straddling my hips. I could still feel uncle’s tongue slathering away at my pussy, making me cum over and over. When I glanced down at my udders, I couldn’t help but notice they had gone down in size. White liquid shot into the tubes, rising higher and higher in soft pulses until it went over the crest and down into the tank. Daddy encircled the base of my mounds and gave them a hard squeeze, forcing multiple streams of milk to jet through the tubes.
“I think we can take a break from this,” he said after several minutes.
He turned off the machine as Uncle Scott planted soft kisses along my thighs. He definitely was the softer of the two—my daddy and his sexy twin.
“How much milk did I make, daddy?”
“A lot, baby. And you’ll make three or four times that much before the end of the day, especially with all the injections you’re getting in this session.”
When my teats were bare, free from the suction of the machine, they were red and puffy, and tender to the touch. Daddy got on top of me and brushed his tongue along the surface of the sensitive tissue, making my body jerk in response.
“I’ve got one more dose to give you, my sweet little cow. But it’s going to be rough. Can you handle it?”
I bit my lip and nodded. And he told my uncle to lie down, instructing me to get on top.
“But daddy, I thought you were going to fuck me?”
Uncle gripped my ass and thrust his cock into my pussy with no warning. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling all inhibitions melt away as daddy crawled along the bed and nuzzled his cock to the entrance of my ass.
“I am going to fuck you, baby, while your uncle pounds that pussy. Your ass belongs to me.”
The burn as he pushed inside my tight hole was immense, but the pressure as he stretched my ring of muscles morphed into pleasure, making me shudder all over as I was double stuffed by my daddy and uncle.
My body was put through the wringer as they see-sawed their hard, thick cocks through both of my holes. My cunt clenched, my tight rose quivered, and my clit was softly massaged along the root of my uncle’s dick as they slammed into me over and over.
Daddy wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged me good until I was burning at both ends.
“Oh god, daddy. Harder!” I begged, feeling like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. Maybe I had cum too many times today. Had it been 12? 15? I lost count. But when he buried himself in my bowels to the root, tugged my hair, and slapped me hard on the outer swell of my ass, I was throttled into orgasm.
I buried my face in my uncle’s neck, feeling milk seep from my teats, and I had an orgasm to end all orgasms. Juices rushed from my pussy, forcing me to cry out in pleasure. Uncle Scott growled that he was cumming, and daddy’s cum was so hot as it splashed my insides, I could feel each ribbon of liquid shooting out.
All of us were moaning, but my vocalizations tapered off as exhaustion struck. I felt them withdraw from my holes, and daddy actually pulled the covers over me as Uncle Scott got dressed.
“Stay right here and I’ll get you a snack.”
“I’m not hungry, daddy. I just need to rest.”
Their seed was a constant trickle from my ass and pussy, putting a smile on my face.
“Baby girl, you’re going to need the replenishment if you want to make 1-2 gallons of milk a day.”
I was shocked hearing that’s how much I could produce, but too tired to contradict it. “Will you stay with me while I eat?”
He chuckled and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll stay with you as long as you like, little baby hucow of mine.”
~The End
Hucow Island
***
My stepdad plans a special trip for us to the islands. But the moment we step foot off the plane, it’s obvious he picked this place for a reason: all the women here have HUGE tits. And as soon as I guzzle down my welcome cocktail, mine begin to grow almost immediately and start leaking cream before my very eyes.
I should be horrified. But I’m so horny, I don’t care about anything but letting my stepdad milk me dry.
“Daddy, I can’t believe we’re actually taking a tropical vacation together. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Good! I’ve wanted to bring you to these islands for the longest time, just the two of us, Amy.”
I looked at my stepdad sitting next to me on the plane, and his grin was stretched just as wide as mine was. And I could understand why.
Three months ago, right after my 18th birthday, my mom decided she couldn’t hack married life, so she just up and left me and stepdad, moving halfway across the country to shack up with her 25-year-old boyfriend. They’d met on one of those online dating websites, and apparently, he comes from a lot of money.
She’s been bugging me to come visit, saying she really wants me to move in with them, but I’d feel guilty leaving my stepdad. I know he’s been lonely. And besides, he’s shown me a loyalty that she hasn’t.
Also, I’ve been really busy with school and my job. It seems like there’s never time to relax or do anything fun. I’ve put a lot of pressure on myself to make straight A’s and try to earn small promotions at work.
The pressure is too much at times, but the man I call “Daddy,” who isn’t even my real dad, is always there to talk me through a hard day, cook me dinner, or just rub my shoulders.
“Daddy, how come you never showed me any brochures on this tropical island? What I learned about it online made it seem rather … exclusive.”
He bobbed his head curiously. “Exclusive is a good way of putting it, sweetie. Milkie Island is privately owned, and not everyone who expresses an interest in visiting is granted a pass. You’ll love it, though. I promise.” He took my hand in his and I smiled, getting more and more excited as I felt the plane slowly descend.
“I’m sure I will love it. Sun and sand, palm trees, tropical adventures, and not a care in the world.”
“You got that right,” he said, laughing softly.
“Milkie Island. It’s unusual, isn’t it? How did it get such a name? Do you know?”
He rubbed his chin and licked his lips right as the pilot announced that we would be landing in the next five minutes, giving us the quick rundown of all the best places to visit while on the island.
My stomach was in knots—a combination of feeling the excitement that comes with taking a vacation while also worrying about taking time off. Something I was destructively good at. I could almost feel my body tensing as the plane’s tires hit the tarmac.
“Baby, you promised me you wouldn’t stress about school or work while here.” He placed his hand on my leg and gave a soft squeeze, and I spun my head in his direction.
Sometimes I swore he could read my mind.
“How do you do that, Daddy?”
He smirked as he tucked his thumbs underneath the seatbelt strap. “I told you years ago that you and I were in tune. I can always pick up on your moods, whether you want me to or not. It’s just what daddies do.”
He bore his gaze into mine, and I let those warm waves wash over me. He was good at knowing how I felt, long before I did half the time. I had to give him that.
“Okay, Daddy. I promise to have fun, even if it kills me.”
He burst into laughter as I held back a smile. I really did need to learn how to let go and relax. School an
d work would be waiting for me when I got back home next week. Unfortunately.
Ten minutes later, we exited the plane, taking the long flight of narrow stairs down to the hot pavement. At the bottom waiting for us was a woman with olive skin and long, dark hair, wearing a gorgeous floral skirt and a small bikini top that barely covered her extremely large breasts. She greeted all the passengers, including myself, with a lei and strict instructions to enjoy our stay.
As she placed the lei over my head, I got a better look at her breasts, admiring how full and supple they were. I’d always wanted big boobs, curves, and a carefree, infectious smile like what she wore. But instead, I was small, narrow, and skinny.
No wonder I’m single. Men like curves.
I heard Daddy thanking her as I began the long walk to the terminal entrance so we could get our luggage, and I couldn’t help but notice that a number of women were walking around topless. And ALL of them were extremely well endowed. By the time Daddy caught up with me and we made our way inside, it was apparent we were not at some regular resort. More women surrounded us, completely shirt-free, their breasts like huge water balloons and some of them leaking white fluid everywhere.
“What’s up with all the topless women around here, Daddy? You didn’t bring me to some kind of nudist beach, did you?” I joked, punching him in the arm.
Ignoring me, he pointed ahead to a small kiosk across the room. “Hey, check it out, they give everyone a free cocktail when they first arrive.”
Wrapping his arm around me, he tugged me past the crowd so we could get our free drink. And naturally, only females were there serving the drinks—mine non-alcoholic.
Their tits were spectacular. I can’t think of a better way to describe the way they looked. Even for someone like me, who’s completely straight (or so I had thought), I couldn’t help but get a small lady boner watching small beads of white appear atop one of the women’s nipples.
I guzzled my drink down as fast as I could and asked for a refill, nudging Daddy to pay the nice lady.
I don’t know what had gotten into me, but for some reason I was starting to feel sexy, all the way to my toes. When I looked at Daddy, he was pulling out his wallet and staring at the milky booby woman’s tits, a hungry look in his eyes as he fished around for some cash.
“Two more, please, and keep the change.”
He handed her a twenty-dollar bill, and I turned around to look at the crowd around us. Yep, I think I was starting to figure out why this place was called Milkie Island. Didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. But why my own dad would bring me here was what I didn’t understand.
“Baby girl,” Daddy said, pulling me aside to let all the other new arrivals get their cocktails. “We are going to have an amazing time here, don’t you think?”
I nodded absentmindedly, blown away by all the boobs that suddenly surrounded me. Women were walking through the airport, randomly putting their suitcases down to pull off their tops and unclasp their bras. What the hell was going on around here?
“This definitely will be the most interesting vacation I’ve ever had. That’s for sure.”
***
We took a cab to our hotel, and my stepdad kept glancing over at me the whole way. I was absorbing the scenery—gorgeous, white sandy beaches, palm trees, tropical restaurants with, you guessed it, topless waitresses, and nude people walking around everywhere.
“Did you know it was going to be like this?” I asked him.
He placed his hand on my leg and nodded proudly. “Yeah, I did. Thought it would be fun to have this kind of adventure with you, sweetheart. Are you upset?”
I quickly shook my head, feeling the beginnings of desire course through my veins. “Not at all. It looks so … freeing.”
His hand moved up my leg a little, which should have mortified me, but it didn’t. “Yes, baby. It is freeing. And this is an adults-only island. No one under the age of 18 is allowed here, so feel free to do whatever strikes your fancy.”
I wasn’t sure if Daddy wanted me to walk around topless like all these other women, but I was thinking about it. And it turned me on a lot. In fact, it was all I could think about in the cab ride. I don’t know how I was able to get this turned on around my own dad, but maybe I wasn’t worried about expectations.
I was so horny by the time we checked into our room, I had to excuse myself and go to the restroom, just so I could rub one out.
“Daddy, do you need to use the bathroom?”
He tossed his suitcase on one of the beds and made a beeline for the balcony. My pussy was throbbing so hard I didn’t even care about checking out our view.
“No, baby, you go on ahead. And put on your bikini while you’re in there so we can check out the beach when you’re done.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I mumbled, closing the bathroom door behind me. I couldn’t even think about the beach right now. My brain was in a fog.
I walked straight over to the sinks, pulled down my shorts, sat on the marble counter top, and spread my legs as I leaned back against the mirror.
I slipped several fingers inside my folds and noticed how juicy I was. My breasts ached and tingled as I slowly circled my clit. My nipples burned, then went cold as ice as I felt the pressure build under my shirt. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I came several seconds later. And when it felt like warm lava coursing through my tits, I glanced down, my mouth falling open in horror as I noticed the wet spots on my shirt, right over my nipples. Not only were they wet, my tits had tripled in size since I had come in here moments ago.
I jumped off the counter and spun around, staring in the mirror at what appeared to be cantaloupes protruding from my chest. Two small dark circles were spreading across my shirt, directly over my nipples. And while I was a little freaked out—okay, a lot freaked out—I couldn’t deny that they felt pretty damn incredible. I reached up and fondled them, surprised at how soft they were. I pulled up my shirt and my bra was barely covering the large globes of flesh.
My nipples had turned a bright shade of red and had enlarged to the size of silver dollars. I gave them a light pinch, and it sent bolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.
I gasped and pulled my lips inside my mouth, leaning forward to get a better look at them. I gave them another light pinch, and this time, my clit twitched as if I had touched it.
“Baby? You almost done in there?”
“Yeah, Daddy! I’m just washing my hands!” I twisted the knob and sank my hands in the water, trying desperately to come up with a logical explanation as to why my tits had suddenly grown so large, when my dad walked into the bathroom.
“If you’re just washing your hands, do you mind if—”
I jumped up as he walked in without any warning. “Daddy! What are you doing?”
He froze in place, his mouth dangling open as he stared at my reflection. His head slowly moved back and forth, as if he were in denial about the way I looked. I know I should have tried to cover myself, and I should have wanted to cover myself, but for whatever reason, I didn’t see him as my dad just then. I saw him as a man with a cock.
“When … umm…” he muttered, gulping as he stared at me. “When exactly did you get so big, Amy?”
I felt my face heat as my gaze traveled between his legs. The bulge in his crotch was unmistakable. And I swear, if girls could get hard-ons, mine would have been the size of Texas just then.
“Funny story,” I answered. “They just got this big. Crazy, huh?”
He licked his lips and took a few steps toward me. “I can’t believe it’s happening to you…”
“You can’t believe what is happening to me?” I spun to face him, feeling every cell in my body burn in lust. Why did I want my own dad to fuck me all of a sudden? And why did he act like he had insider information on my epic boob growth. “What is going on here?”
He sank his teeth into his lower lip as he walked a few more steps, stopping right in front of me. My heart was pounding, and my skin was
on fire, I was so horny for him.
“There must have been something in the drink they gave you. I had no idea this would happen.” His eyes moved to my chest and he licked his lips again. “Damn it, baby. Your tits are so fucking sexy.”
My nipples tightened and felt cool in the air. I glanced down at my mounds, watching in shock as beads of white appeared on the tips of my buds before dripping down the underside of my boobs and all the way to my belly. Warm pain radiated through the tissue, a feeling of tightness that needed relief, and fast.
“Daddy, they feel so full,” I said, reaching down for his hands and lifting them to my monstrous breasts. “Can you please, please, make me feel better?”
I needed his hands on every inch of me, to be honest, but I didn’t know how to tell him that.
“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s going to make it all better,” he answered, wrapping his hands around my large globes.
I felt his body heat as he inched closer, and I leaned back on the bathroom counter to steady myself, letting my eyes flutter closed as his hands caressed my breasts and my nipples. He brushed away some of the milk that was leaking out, and the sensation across my tender bud sent small but steady pulses of pleasure down to my clit.
“Mm, I love lactating breasts…” he murmured.
He pressed his mouth to my aching tissue and began to suckle them, softly massaging them the whole time. I could feel the milk flowing down, but the tingling sensations were so pleasurable and intense that I felt another orgasm quickly welling up.
“Oh god … Daddy…”
“Yeah, baby. You need to cum, don’t you?” Sensing my need, he quickly moved his hand between my legs and slipped several fingers in my pussy. “Shit, you’re so wet,” he growled.
I came in an instant, moaning and trembling as shudders rippled all through me while he finger-fucked me and used his palm to massage my clit. I looked down at him and watched the way he flicked his tongue along my nipple, lapping away the milk as it poured out like a faucet.
