Laura rolled over and groaned, batting at the hand gently shaking her shoulder.
"It's time to wake up, baby," she heard her father whisper. "We have a lot of work to get done today."
She rolled back over and blinked her eyes up at him. He was leaned over her bed and took a moment to brush her bangs out of her eyes, looking down at her with a doting expression.
"I've let you sleep in pretty late and already gotten started on the chores. But you need to be a big girl and help me with the milking," he said softly.
He reached his hand behind her neck and gently pulled her into a sitting position, rubbing her back in circles once she was upright. Laura nodded and swung her long legs out of bed between his. She tilted her head back and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Okay, daddy, I'm up," she said. He stepped back as she stood up and stretched her arms up over her head with a yawn. When she opened her eyes, she caught her father staring at her thrust-out tits. They'd been getting bigger ever since she'd hit her 18th birthday, and a lot more sensitive. She grabbed at the hem of the t-shirt which had ridden up to show a hint of her soft breasts and pulled it down to reach the waist of her pink panties.
Her father cleared his throat and turned away. "Grab a quick shower and I'll meet you in the barn in a few minutes," he said. He sounded a bit out of breath. He must have run up the stairs, she thought.
Twenty minutes later she wandered into the barn wearing her work clothes, though she'd left off her bra; it didn't seem to fit anymore and when she tried to squeeze into it the rubbing against her puckered nipples was too much. Her father was already in the barn, sitting on a stool and milking one of the cows. She walked up to him, noticing the quick and efficient pulls he made at the cow's teats and the splashes of milk into the pail. Her own nipples tingled as she watched, and she couldn't help reaching up and touching them.
"The cows seem to like it when you do that," she commented.
"They do, baby," her father answered. "They need to be milked at least twice a day or they get very uncomfortable and their udders start to hurt".
Laura nodded and stored that information away. She'd come out to the farm to stay with her father for the summer a few weeks ago and was learning a lot. She didn't normally get to see him much, just for a couple of months each year, though she was thinking about staying longer now that she'd finished school. She wasn't sure she wanted to go to college and had always loved her summers with her father and the laid-back atmosphere of the farm. This was also the first year she'd been given real chores. Her father always coddled her a bit and had only ever made her feed the chickens in past summers, besides doing some household chores.
She continued to watch his deft hands pulling at the cow's teats until no more milk came out. He stood up and dumped the bucket of milk into a large metal container as the cow wandered away. Another cow stepped right up; clearly, they knew the routine. He sat back down, this time motioning over to her to join him. He scooted back a bit on the stool and patted the spot between his legs.
"Come here, sweetie," he said, and pulled her to sit down when she walked over. His arms wrapped around her and grabbed her hands. He directed their joined hands to the teats and showed her the proper technique, dropping his hands down to her waist once she got the rhythm of it. His large hands rubbed up and down her sides as he watched her work, stopping just below her breasts each time.
She'd been able to forget about her overly sensitive breasts for a bit, but now they were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. By the time she'd milked her third cow, she couldn't help but let out a soft groan of pain. It felt so nice to have her father gently touching her and making sure she knew what she was doing, but it was getting to be too much.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked in a worried tone. Laura looked down, her face becoming red.
"I-I don't know if I can tell you," she whispered.
"Come on, honey. You know you can tell me anything," he replied. His hands had stopped moving, now resting on her stomach.
"Ugh, this is so embarrassing. My-my breasts are just really tender, okay? And the more you put your hands near them, the worse it gets." Laura was beet red now and felt like she might cry.
"Oh, honey, that's nothing to be ashamed of," her father answered. "It's just part of growing up. Do you want me to take a look at them? Sometimes the cows get sensitive teats too and they usually just need a bit more attention."
Laura drew in a deep breath, not sure if she should let him. But as her shirt shifted against her nipples, she nodded. She needed relief.
Her father reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, raising her arms with it and slipping it off. Laura was even redder now, and automatically reached up and covered her breasts.
"Now, baby, I need to be able to see and feel them to help you," he said with a little laugh and pulled her hands down to her lap. His chin was rested on her shoulder and he looked down at her breasts which now seemed even larger than this morning. His hands came up and gently squeezed on her tits, forcing another groan from her.
He made a humming noise, then curled his fingers around her nipples, squeezing and working at them. At first it hurt, and she squirmed back against him, but slowly the pain went away, and her nipples started to tingle. A second later a little dribble of milk came out of the left one, and then the right almost immediately after. She gasped, horrified, and turned her head to look at her father's face.
"How can this be happening, daddy?" she asked. "I thought that was only supposed to happen after I had a baby."
Her father kept squeezing her nipples and small squirts of milk were now coming out. "I don't know, baby. Maybe it's because you're all grown up and breathing in the fresh country air. But I'll give you a milking and that should make it feel better for now. I'll take you into the doctor later today to get you a check-up."
His hands continued their milking action and more and more milk came squirting out. It was starting to feel better though, and Laura sighed and leaned her head back against him as he provided relief. She shifted again, noticing that his cock had gotten quite hard in the last few minutes. The realization made the milking even better and she squirmed more, loving the feel of her father's calloused hands on her tits and his hard dick against her back. He let out a little groan and his hands were getting rougher, rubbing and squeezing her breasts rather than just milking.
He suddenly pulled back and Laura let out a moan. She spun around, straddling his lap. "Don't stop, please, daddy," she begged. "They still hurt a bit and that was making them feel so much better."
Her father dropped his head to lean against hers and groaned lightly. "I have to, honey. I can't milk you like one of the cows. Having my hands on your tits makes me feel things I shouldn't. If I keep going, I'm not going to stop at milking you, I'm going to breed you too."
Laura let out a little sigh but pulled herself closer to him until the crotch of her shorts was grinding against the hard ridge in his pants. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "that's okay. I want that too. I love how your hands make me feel. I bet your hard cock will make me feel even better."
He looked up, his eyes becoming harder and he was silent for a moment. Then, obviously coming to a decision, he ducked his head and fastened his mouth around one of her nipples, sucking hard. Laura reached up and grabbed at his head, her hands fisting into his hair and holding him close. Her head went back with a gasp as she felt her milk shooting into his mouth. It made her feel so sexy and she felt her pussy getting so wet. She ground down, making the seam of her shorts rub against her clit, groaning hard.
Her father lifted his head. "So fucking good," he grumbled, before latching on to her other nipple. His hand moved to her shorts, undoing the button, before he shoved it in to feel her moist slit. He groaned harder, then stood up bringing her with him. He shoved her shorts down, then his, before sitting back down and pulling her to straddle him, this time with nothing between them. He lifted his head with a questioning look in his eyes. Laura smiled, then shifted in his lap until the head of his cock was at her slick entrance.
That was all the answer he needed, and he thrust up into her. They both let out loud yells, then he began grunting as he battered away at her young pussy. Laura whimpered and moaned, her tits beginning to leak their milk out between them. She held on to his shoulders, her body jolting with every thrust. One of his hands stayed behind her back while the other moved between them and he played with her clit while ramming his cock into her.
Laura cried out with pleasure, grinding down onto him, feeling the stirrings of an orgasm. She gasped louder but couldn't quite get there. A second later her father latched onto one of her tits again, sucking hard, and she screamed out her pleasure. She could barely hold on as he grunted.
"Fuck yeah, cream all over my cock," he muttered. "I can feel your pussy milking my cock, begging for my cum." A few second later his arms came up and wrapped around her shoulders and he pulled her tighter to him as she felt him begin to pump his cum inside her. It made her pussy start spasming again, drawing his seed further inside her fertile body.
They sat like that together, their breaths beginning to even out, still joined. After a few minutes, her father lifted his head and smiled down at her. "You're daddy's now, baby. Whenever your teats get too full you come to me and I'll milk them for you, okay? And your pussy's going to keep milking my cock until you're big and round. Then you can feed me and our baby, okay?"
Laura smiled, so happy with his solution. She'd never have to worry about her sore breasts again and imagining herself big and round with his baby was both wonderful and making her want to milk his cock again. She squirmed around in his lap, but his cock had softened and slipped out of her. She made a sound of displeasure and found herself immediately tossed to the ground on her back, her daddy between her legs and staring down at her wet pussy.
