The Buffalo - Sex Stories

The Buffalo

... flesh and she involuntarily began to squirm. “Stop that”, he said firmly, but without raising his voice. Jenny took a deep breath as she tried to take control of her protesting body. His hand traveled lower to the crease between her lovely ass and upper thigh, though, it wasn’t even really a crease. The transition between her full buttocks and coltish thighs was a simple curve, a sign of her blossoming youth. His hand traveled to her bulging cunt mound and squeezed firmly, eliciting a dog-like yelp from her lips. She trembled as a single tear flowed down her cheek. He chuckled to himself, “You like that, Jen?” “Daddy…” she said breathlessly, her deep, newly ragged breathing a symptom of her growing arousal. She hated how her body reacted to his touch, but it was simply beyond her control. He released his grip of her pussy as his fingers found the hem of her yellow nylon panties, pulling them over her ass and down to her knees, where Jenny raised her shins off the tile, one by one, and her panties left her body. Jenny’s father deposited his daughter’s damp underwear on the side with her tank top and shorts. He unclasped her bra and put it in the pile with the rest, releasing her rounded tit orbs from their cotton prison. Her perfectly formed milk sacs bounced and swelled even more. The distended pink nipples at the center of each breast stood a full inch from her silver dollar sized areolae. Jenny had always been ashamed of her nipples. Every time they became engorged, she ...

... flushed with embarrassment. She had no hope of hiding them, regardless of what clothes she wore. Her father’s manly paw found her right breast and squeezed it roughly. “Mmm, nice and full, aren’t they? Your production is going up.” He was referring to her milk. Since she got her breasts two years ago, Jenny’s father had, through a drug cocktail administered to her titties once a month, been putting her generous chest to good use. It was only two days ago that he introduced a new, more potent formula to her body. He’d dragged her naked to his basement laboratory, as he had many times before, and ordered her onto the metal surgical table in the center of the room. As she quietly sobbed, begging him not to preform their monthly ritual again, he strapped her wrists into the strong leather cuffs at the sides of the table. She didn’t resist. She was a little girl, and her daddy was a big man. Resisting would only make it hurt more. He finished restraining her hands, and then set about doing her slender ankles. Soon Jenny was tied spread eagled on the table. There was very little room to move, as her daddy always tied her as tight as was possible without injuring her. Sweat pooled on her smooth tummy and between her breasts beneath the harsh medical lighting above her. Jenny’s hair matted to her brow. She raised her neck and looked down between her upthrust titties to see the thin, golden fur of her pubic mound. It too was damp, though not from sweat. The girl laid her head back on the ...