Synopsis
At eighteen I still do what my stepfather Jackson says.
He tells me to go with him to the store, I do. He tells me to go outside and help with the chores I do. What he doesn’t know is that my breasts are full. For a man who sees everything about me, he doesn’t know anything about me. The milk is hard to hide. Maybe he does know and I’m not noticing!
” Saundra, come out, here will you? I have some things that I need you to do.” I hear my stepfather Jackson calling from the pool shed.
I’m coming!” I holler back.
I have my bikini on because I want to go swimming. It’s too hot for me and I need to cool down. I feel the weight of my tits and bite down on my lip.
Going to the pool shed I see that he’s already taking things out.
“It’s the beginning of the summer and it’s too hot!” I cry out to him as I bring the chairs to the patio, setting them up.
We bring the picnic table together to the patio and it’s almost all the way set up.
“I think we’ve done pretty good.” I put my hands on my hips and see that he’s staring down at my tits.
I have blonde hair and light blue eyes. I pretend that the sun is in my eyes and that I can’t see him.
He grunts and goes back to the pool shed, closing the door.
I guess he doesn’t need my help anymore and I relax in the chair. Almost asleep from the energy I have used I hear him calling to me again.
“What the hell does he want now?” I always jump for this man. I always do what I’m told even though I’m an adult and can do whatever the hell I want to.
His black hair is sweaty, he has shirt off and I see that he’s found the speedo in the drawer in the pool shed.
We always watch our clothes before winter and put them in the dresser so that we can just swim when it’s way too hot.
I see that the wooden counter is cleared off and he’s staring at my tits again.
“Yes?” I ask him.
“I want you to get up here. On your hands and knees.” He tells me. “What?” I give him a strange look.
“You know what I said. Get up here.” He slaps his hand on the wooden surface.
I know that it’s thick enough to hold me. I just can’t believe what he’s telling me to do.
I slowly make my way to the wooden surface that he wants me on. I don’t have a clue of what he’s talking about.
“Spread your legs apart just a little.” He flings his brown hair to the side and shows off his brown eyes.
I do what he says. I always do what he says.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, watching as he takes a dusted milk jug off the top of the shelf above me.
He doesn’t say anything as he slowly slips his hand into the top of my bikini and massages it just a little.
I bite back a whimper.
He takes just that one out and the lip of the milk bottle is wide enough so when he squeezes it we watch a stream of milk slip out of me.
“I knew that I saw that milk seeping through. We can’t waste it.” He grunts at me, squeezing my tit a little harder, pulling on it.
It hurts so much.
I close my eyes and feel the tears streaming down my face because he’s not easy. I can hear the milk filling the jug.
“My little milk maid.” He murmurs to me, grabbing my tit a little harder, pulling it down a little more.
I feel his other hand spank my ass cheeks. They bounce a little and then I feel him sliding his fingers down to the back of my pussy.
I feel him rubbing it! Making me wet through the bikini bottom! “Yes, get wet for daddy.” He tells me.
“Jackson!” I scream at him.
This isn’t right but I know that he doesn’t care.
He continues to squeeze it.
As I struggle with him my tit slips from his hand a little bit of milk flings onto the back of it.
He licks it and that’s when everything changes!
He takes the milk bottle and drinks it down, licking the lip of the milk jug when there’s nothing left.
“Sit up!” He shouts at me.
I do so quickly, not sure what he’s going to do.
He suckles onto my tit and I moan. I moan so loudly when he licks and swirls his tongue around my nipple! It just can’t be helped!
“Mm, fuck.” He moans, petting the front of my pussy now and making me so wet in the front.
He slips his fingers into my bikini bottoms and slips two into my hole. I spread my legs nice and wide for him while he thrusts his fingers in and out faster and faster.
I put a hand on his shoulders, steadying myself, digging into his shoulder with my nails.
He stops suckling and reaches for the bottle again.
“Yes, you are so fuckin wet.” He grunts at me, shaking his head. I take my hand away from his shoulder and come to reality. “We can’t do this. We can’t.” I get ready to hop down from the wooden bench and he’s already got my other tit out and yanking on it. Milk is going everywhere!
“Ow! I holler at him and he just grins at me.
“We don’t have any milk in the fridge. Too poor to get any.” He licks his lips and brings the bottle to my tit.
He milks it, hard and fast. Stops half-way and then he suckles the rest out of my tit.
“Not as much as the first time.” He glares at me.
I don’t say anything to him. He’s not dumb, though.
“Tonight, you’d better have more milk for me. It seems that you give me more milk when you’re hot and horny for me. I mean what I say Saundra.