The Buffalo - Sex Stories

The Buffalo

... and began to assemble it. From the side, he pulled two plastic tubes with glass cups at the end. The cups were rounded, designed to match the curvature of firm teenage breasts. A shudder went through Jenny’s small frame. Her daddy flipped a switch and she could hear a faint motor whir. The cups began to make alternating suction sounds. “Alright baby, here we go.” He took one cup in each hand, centered them on her long nipples, and pressed them up into her hanging tit mounds. A squeal rose in her throat as she once again felt the incredible force of the machine on her breasts. Her nipples grew red and expanded to nearly twice their size. The machine alternated between her right and left titties. Every time the cup’s suction turned on, her entire breast shook, burning in pain. Jenny broke down into quiet sobs as the machine sucked on her meaty tits. Her nipples burned and the tubes below her turned milky white, as her thick milk surged through the tiny holes of her teat. The pain gradually lessened as the consistency of her milk became more liquid. Jenny looked over at the box, and saw within it the customary glass jar filling with her milk. This was her life. Every day, Jenny came home from school and was milked by her father. She cried softly in a pool of self-pity as the machine tirelessly sucked on her rounded tit orbs. Her daddy came to her side, one hand on her shoulder, and the other grasping her warm little cunt. He began to massage it firmly, toying with her pussy, ...

... her sparse hair tickling his palm. A finger found her little clitty, strumming it like a guitar. Despite the pain in her chest, Jenny couldn’t help but let out a moan of arousal. When he pushed a finger between her pink lips into her soaking hole, she let out an even bigger moan as her little body quivered with stimulation. Her daddy brought his head down beside hers and he said reassuringly, “It’s okay baby. Ssshhhh. Stop crying Jenny. You’re okay.” He took his hand off her shoulder but continued massaging her cunt, as he shuffled over to her backside. The rhythmic torment of her swollen titties was interrupted by the sound of a belt buckle being undone and pants hitting the floor. “Daddy, what are you doing?” she whimpered. “I’m gonna fuck you, baby girl.” His hands dug into her pink thighs as he positioned himself behind her. “Please, Daddy. My pussy is still so sore from last time.” “Now honey, who said anything about your pussy?” A moment of confusion dissolved into apprehension as she realized what her daddy meant. “I got an unwelcome call from your math teacher today. You know how I asked him to keep me in the loop about your test scores?” The fine, near invisible blonde hairs that covered her smooth pink body stood on end. Jenny was a straight A student, her father made sure of that. But the latest test in AP Calculus had been so hard; more than half the class failed it. She got a C. Jenny had hoped it wouldn’t be enough to warrant a call home. “I’m sorry honey, but I’m ...