- Farmer Daddy’s Prize Milk : Suckled Daughters 1
- Holy Cow : Suckled Daughters 2
- Daddy’s Magical Latte : Suckled Daughters 3
- Training My Tits : Suckled Daughters 4
- 21 Or Bust : Suckled Daughters 5
- The Milkiest Showgirl : Suckled Daughters 6
- Clean-Up In The Dairy Aisle : Suckled Daughters 7
- Ice-Cream Fundae : Suckled Daughters 8
- Sin On Splash-Canyon : Suckled Daughters 9
- Sexorcism : Suckled Daughters 10
- Lacto-Park : Suckled Daughters 11
- Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack : Suckled Daughters 12
- Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack 2 : Suckled Daughters 13
- Bound & Satisfied : Suckled Daughters 14
- Daddy Sucked My Tits Before The Show : Suckled Daughters 15
- My Tit-Milk For Free : Suckled Daughters 16
- Coffee Liqueur : Suckled Daughters 17
- Milk Trading : Suckled Daughters 18
- More Milk Minister : Suckled Daughters 19
- Daddy’s Raffle Ticket : Suckled Daughters 20
- Drinking My Nectar : Suckled Daughters 21
- Draining My Milk : Suckled Daughters 22
- My Dripping Tits Gave Me Away : Suckled Daughters 23
- Lacto-Tolerant : Suckled Daughters 24
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 1 to 4
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 5 to 8
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 1 to 8
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 9 to 12
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 13 to 16
- Suckled Daughters 12-Pack : Books 1 to 12
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 9 to 16
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 17 to 20
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 21 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 12-Pack : Books 13 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 17 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 24-Pack : Books 1 to 24
Daddy’s prize cow, Amber, produces some of the finest milk around, but a freak thunderstorm sees everything change.
I try the milk but now it’s different, giving me the strangest sensation of feeling full-to-burst. The pressure is too much and I wind up milking myself, replacing Amber’s nectar with my own for Daddy to try unknowingly.
My milk has a strange affect on him and soon he’s lusting for more! Read as I feed him in the barn and he delights me in ways I’ve never known.
“More milk,” he insisted.
“But Daddy, you—”
I hurried him the bucket and he clamored for it ravenously. He placed it to his lips and guzzled down the offering.
As I watched him feed from me I started to awaken. There was something inexplicably hot about nurturing him like that and knowing that he was absolutely relishing each mouthful. It was as though I’d offered him a home-cooked meal and he was gratefully devouring it. I felt proud and wanted all at once.
“That’s fucking good, Agnes,” Daddy said. It was most uncharacteristic.
“You like it?”
He nodded. “It’s yours isn’t it?”
“No! No, it’s not mine!”
Daddy nodded to the long, smooth, glossy, metal containers that housed the milk from the other cows. Everything was spick-and-span in the barn, and the huge vats shone like mirrors. I realized all too late that Daddy could see my ruse in the reflection.READ MORE
At first I was mortified. I stared at him, horrified by what I’d done. But soon-after I realized that Daddy had seen the whole thing and had still opted to guzzle it all down. He knew he was drinking my breast-milk, and he just didn’t care.
“It was amazing,” he confessed. “Do you have any more under there for me?”
I felt bashful and proud all at once. My hand fondled my pronounced nipples that were now punching out through the silken fabric of my gown.
“Under here?” I asked.
Daddy watched and I ran a finger in a circle around my nipples
“Yes,” he hushed.
He took a step forward and I slipped a hand inside my bra. I knew I was doing something utterly sinful and wrong, but I just couldn’t help it. Daddy seemed to have been bitten by the same bug, because he was being equally foolish.
He moved the middle of my gown open and I dropped my hands to allow him inside. The pressure in my tits was close to bursting. The steady drip of milk from my nipples increased into another fine-stream and then an outright spurt. The milk blasted forwards and I leaned back to groan at its release. It was exciting me beyond measure and I could feel my pussy respond by becoming as damp as my gown.
I watched now as Daddy opened his mouth wide and met the fine jet of milk. It scattered on his face and then hit the inside of his mouth. He rolled it around his tongue and hummed, then he moved forward towards the source.
“That’s it, Daddy,” I groaned. “This can be your breakfast.”
His mouth opened again and he latched on to the life-giving breast, helping to relieve the pressure by sucking fiercely on the teat.
Like a cow’s udder it delivered. I held his head on me and scratched at his scalp, encouraging him to feed from both of my charms.
“Don’t forget this one,” I offered, and Daddy obliged by moving over and giving it the same treatment.
He guzzled down the ambrosia, then stood up and stared at me with a film of white about his lips.
“I fear I’m about to do something much worse,” he hinted.
“Do it,” I dared. “I want it.”COLLAPSE