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Introduction: A 6yo little girl is trained about sex showing her a video about
a little girl jacking off a man. The 6yo little girl is then expected to fuck
with daddy.
Author: PeachKisser2004
Part 1 – Instructional Video #1
Little Jacque Donohue turned six years old yesterday, and according to
theÂ bylaws of the Society For Sexual Nudism, she could begin her training in
the sexual arts. She was no stranger to sex, having explored her own budding
genitals and those of her similarly-aged playmates for several years. It was
hard not to, given that the children played naked together and almost never
wore clothing, except if they left the secluded nudist reservation for any
reason.
Jacque’s mother Beth would be her first mentor, the first woman to introduce
the little cherub to adult male anatomy, to teach her how to pleasure a man
directly through his genitals, in the most-effective way possible. Beth chose
one of the best and most-intense places to school her young daughter, the
massage and milking beds at the main lodge. These were a series of private
rooms, each with a specially-shaped and contoured bed designed to accommodate
an adult lying face-down, padded in all the right places for the knees,
stomach, chest, everything supported just like a chiropractor’s table, with one
important difference.
A small circular aperture was located underneath the crotch, covered most of
the time by a small piece of black velvet cloth held in place by velcro. Only
those working the beds, who inhabited the space beneath the beds, could remove
this cloth. These workers existed in what was essentially a completely separate
room from the individual bedrooms overhead. These bedrooms, collectively known
as the milking beds, were very popular with the males, but sometimes a female
would use them too, although the circular access port tended not to expose
enough thigh flesh for the tastes of most women. In any case, the adult who lay
on top of these beds was traditionally referred to as “the client,” although no
money ever changed hands. It was simply another built-in benefit of the
Society.
“Today’s your big day sweetie!” said Beth eagerly. The little girl smiled,
eager to begin her indoctrination into full womanhood.
Their first stop at the main lodge was the video training room. Jacque looked
cute as a button as she sat on Beth’s lap to view the video that explained how
the beds worked and what went on above the beds. The female narrator stood next
to a sample bed as a male entered the room, his flaccid penis dangling loosely.
The narrator assisted him getting onto the bed and getting comfortable, and
then in this particular man’s case, he requested the strap-down cinch, which
the narrator proceeded to secure over his buttocks, which effectively prevented
him from lifting away from the bed until it was undone. Most men selected this
option, just because it simplified everything, kept them in place properly in
order to complete the milking successfully.
The camera followed the narrator out the door and down a short flight
ofÂ stairs, and soon they were in a whole other world, down underneath the
milking beds. Everything here was painted light-colored pastels, and aÂ relaxed
lighting filled the area. It was one single common room that ran the entire
length of the eight milking bedrooms, and underneath each bedroom were two
special mechanical chairs and a small table with some equipment on it. The
chairs had small levers and dials on them and appeared not unlike barber chairs
of yore, with a hydraulic lift and adjustable just-about- everything.
This would be where Jacque worked, training as a Milk Operator. “Now
watchÂ carefully,” admonished her mother Beth as the video narrator began
toÂ explain.
“From here beneath the milking beds, the Milk Operator takes control of the
client and conducts the actual milking. Today we have Tamie who will be
demonstrating.” From off-camera a pudgy little blonde girl of about ten years
age entered the frame, completely naked of course, and took a seat on the
adjustable chair beneath the bed’s impression in the ceiling above.
The narrator explained how the setup worked and the camera loweredÂ slightly
and pointed upwards at the ceiling, where a reverse impression of the contoured
bed above could be seen. “Normally the Milk Operator is already waiting here
when a client arrives, and this light would indicate that the Milk Operator may
open the blind and begin.” On the ceiling a small blue light flickered on,
indicating the client above was ready.
Tamie smiled at the camera and operated the chair to lift herself up into
place. The narrator discussed briefly how the chair operated and also how to
unfasten the blind, all while Tamie followed directions and touched each part
of the equipment.
Now Tamie reached up over her head and popped the small cloth covering offÂ the
ceiling, lowering it carefully and placing it on the table. “As you can see,
the client’s genitals are completely available for the Milk Operator.”
At this point Jacque spoke up, and Beth paused the video. “Mommy, why is it a
milking bed? Where is the milk?” Beth just smiled at her daughter’s naivete.
“The milk is inside the man’s penis, and that is what the Milk Operator does:
she helps take out the milk. Watch, you’ll see!” Jacque accepted this at face
value, being very comfortable with the naked body, but she was still not really
sure about this whole milk-in-the-penis thing. It just didn’t seem to make much
sense to the little girl.
The camera zoomed in on the opening where the man’s penis hung down intoÂ the
Milk Operator’s work area. So far he was not erect, and his thick flaccid penis
dangled down alongside his scrotum, the two round globes of his testicles
plainly visible in the thin sac.
The narrator’s voice began to describe the various parts of the male genitals,
while at the same time the pudgy fingers of the little operator girl Tamie came
into view, her fingers pointing at the different parts in time with the
narrator’s words.
“In this particular example,” continued the operator, “The man’s penis has been
circumcised.” Beth pointed at the screen for her daughter and said “See, his
penis is different from daddy’s, because daddy isn’t circumcised.” The pretty
little six-year-old nodded. She’d seen many penises before but she really
hadn’t spent much time looking at them, and now as she stared at the crystal-
clear image on the television before her, she was fascinated. Jacque felt a
little tingling beginning down between her own legs, but she didn’t really
understand it and for now she ignored it, just squirmed around a little on her
mommy’s lap as the video went on.
Continuing down the list of genital part descriptions, the narrator explained
everything, and Jacque paid close attention.
“Now is the time of first contact,” announced the narrator, and Tamie’s pudgy
fingers appeared. The child wrapped her soft hand underneath theÂ flaccid penis
and just held it there, her thumb pressed against the top of the shaft, as
though she were holding a pot handle. Jacque was fascinated, especially as the
narrator continued on. “Usually after first contact, erection will begin, if it
has not already.”
Jacque knew what an erection was, but she’d never seen it happen up closeÂ and
personal like this. While little Tamie held her hand perfectly still on the
man’s penis, the entire organ swelled and extended, the skin darkening as blood
rushed furiously into its length. The exposed cockhead thrust forwards and
downwards, and after a few seconds Tamie’s hand looked tiny in comparison to
the enormous tool that now jutted down from the ceiling opening.
“As you can see, erection is now more or less complete,” explained the
narrator. “If you are having trouble attaining the erection, you can also help
with your other hand by manipulating the testicles.”
Tamie’s other hand came up and cupped the two globes within the man’sÂ scrotum,
tracing lightly around the sensitive organs. Jacque sat on her mommy’s lap
watching, absolutely fascinated as she saw the enormous organ
on screen pulsing and thrusting in Tamie’s soft hand.
“We have selected this particular client today because he will provide a
relatively easy milking. On your first day this may also be the case, but you
can never tell. Sometimes it takes a lot of effort to complete a milking.”
The camera pulled back and showed Tamie smiling as she sat on her
liftedÂ chair, her arms resting on supports so that she could easily reach the
client’s dangling erection, which she still held now. “Tamie, tell the people
what you think of working the milking beds,” said the narrator.
“It’s fun!” said the little girl with an even larger smile, turning her toothy
grin to the camera. “I like making all the men feel good during their
milkings,” she said with a smile.
“And that is the essential quality of a good Milk Operator,” said the narrator.
“The client is here to feel good, in addition to being properly milked, and
Tamie here is one of our best Milk Operators.”
Again little Tamie addressed the camera. “I love doing milkings, and if you pay
attention to how I teach you, you too can do really good milkings!” she said
earnestly.
The camera moved again and framed up the action over Tamie’s pretty face,Â her
face in the lower left corner, the enormous swollen cock jutting downÂ from the
upper right, and the girl’s pale arms reaching up to where her
hands cupped the client’s stiffness.
“Now let’s watch how Tamie begins,” said the narrator. On cue Tamie beganÂ to
slowly move her fingers back and forth on the shaft, and she renewed her gentle
manipulation of the two heavy testicles, also visible in the frame. “First
Tamie begins to slowly stroke the main shaft,” said the narrator, and this
usually results in the client vocalizing a little bit. In the distance there
was faint audio of a man grunting in ecstasy as the ten-year-old’s experienced
fingers squeezed and stroked his member.
Tamie spoke up now and took her hand from the scrotum and pointed at
theÂ quivering purple tip of the penis. “Right here is where all the milk
comesÂ out,” she explained, and Jacque’s mommy said “See? That’s what I told
youÂ about.” Jacque was absolutely fascinated, this whole new world of milk
within penises she’d never known about!
Using both her soft hands along the length of the client’s erection,
TamieÂ stroked a little bit faster now, and more grunts were heard off-camera.
“IÂ love hearing the client grunt!” whispered Tamie, grinning at the narrator.
“Yes, it’s always good to hear your client is enjoying the milking process,”
agreed the narrator.
“Aaah, here is the first leak,” said the little ten-year-old on-camera. She
took one hand off the man’s balls and pointed at the end of his shaft, where a
glistening dewdrop of precum had appeared. The camera zoomed in on the angry
purple cockhead. As the swollen purple cockhead filled the entire screen, the
glistening piss slit plainly visible, Tamie’s finger touched underneath the red
helmet, where a clear droplet oozed slowly out of the piss slit.
The narrator explained, “This first liquid is called the pre-milk and isn’t
actually milk, but kind of similar to it.” Tamie moved her finger through the
glistening droplet and smeared it over the swollen cockhead, and a prolonged
loud moan came from the man strapped in above.
“Moaning is totally normal for a man when he is being milked, and is no cause
for alarm. In fact, most of the time it means that you are doing your job very
well.”
The camera pulled back a bit and Tamie addressed the camera again, oneÂ finger
still smoothing the precum over the purple glans. “This tip where I’m rubbing
right now is very sensitive for most men,” she explained matter-of-factly.
“Basic milking techniques use only the operator’s hands,” said the narrator.
“This tape will only cover hand techniques, but please refer to the next tape
after this one, ‘Advanced Milking Techniques,’ for additional ways of milking.”
The camera pulled back and Tamie resumed her eager stroking with both hands
now, the shiny purple cockhead glistening with fresh precum. The client’s
moaning was steadily increasing now and with a practiced casual
motion, Tamie took a small stainless steel tray from the nearby table
andÂ placed it on her pudgy chest, right between her budding breasts, which
were still just babyfat cones of flesh, capped with vaguely-pink nipples, each
nipple slightly puffier than the surrounding skin.
“Tamie is preparing to collect the milk now,” explained the operator. “She
usually rests the catch tray right on her chest like this and then aims the
penis so that the milk squirts out right into the tray.”
“Aaah, and there it goes!” said the narrator, as the camera framed up
perfectly, the ten-year-old girl and her bare chest with the stainless steel
tray balanced between her proto-boobies, the enormous straining cock in her
hands, and quick as a flash there was a white spray of semen blasting out of
the cock. Tamie had expertly aimed the cock right at her chest and most of the
expelled milk landed squarely in the stainless steel tray, but a little bit of
it missed and went up her pale neck.
“Usually the first milk squirts are the strongest,” said the narrator, and
Jacque watched in complete fascination as Tamie kept both hands working up and
down the client’s swollen member, his cock spraying its salty load directly
into the waiting tray on Tamie’s chest.
Finally the cock stopped spraying and only dribbles oozed out of its tip. Tamie
lifted the tray carefully from her chest, tipping it towards the camera to
reveal greasy clumps of fresh sperm. “Tamie’s client has made a wonderful
sample of milk today,” said the narrator.
“And now Tamie is going to get the very last of the milk out,” she explained.
Tamie held the tray with one hand while with the other she squeezed the
enormous cock, now starting to soften a little bit.
“I like to run my finger underneath it like this,” explained Tamie, “because it
gets all the stuff out.” As she ran her pudgy fingers beneath the man’s
softening cock, a thick dollop of sperm oozed out into the tray. The child
repeated the process a few more times until finally nothing more came out.
Putting the tray down on the table, Tamie reached up to the exposed organÂ and
gently massaged the man’s testicles, which hung down significantly lower now,
the wrinkly skin of his scrotum stretched downwards by the weight of his balls.
“And that concludes our first milking demonstration,” explained the narrator.
Tamie turned towards the camera and added. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as
I do! Milking penises is fun!”
End of Part 1
Part 2 – Jacque Tries Her Hand At Milking
At the end of the first training video, Jacque’s mommy bounced the cute little
naked six-year-old girl in her lap and asked her if she had any questions about
what she had just seen.
“What is the penis-milk used for?” asked Jacque.
“There are lots of uses for it: they make special medicines with it, they use
it for skin lotion, they do all kinds of things with it,” explained Beth. “Some
people just like drinking it in fact!”
“Really?”
“Yes, some people drink it, especially some mommies. But mostly they useÂ it
for special medicines to help us be more healthy here at the Society,” said her
mommy. “Some little girls like to rub it on their titty places to help their
boobies grow big and soft like their mommies.” Jacque nodded thoughtfully.
“And other girls like to rub it onto their trickles,” said Beth, patting her
daughter’s bald little pussy peach.
“Why do they rub the milk on their trickles?” Jacque said, frowning
quizzically.
“Milk helps you grow hair on your trickle, like Mommy has.”
“Oh,” said Jacque. “But I don’t want hair on my trickle yet!”
“Don’t worry sweetie, you won’t get any hair on your trickle for years yet,
even if you do rub milk on your trickle.”
It was time for Jacque to go try her hand at milking, and she was a littleÂ bit
nervous about it. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll be right there with you,” said her
pretty mommy Beth. She took her daughter by the hand and led herÂ down into the
lower levels of the milking beds. The sexy mother felt a familiar twinge in her
own pussy as she remembered her mother leading her down here in exactly the
same way, some fifteen years earlier, when Beth had first been introduced to
the milking beds. All those years, all those wonderful ejaculations that she’d
caused, that she’d witnessed first hand. All that sperm that she had milked so
lovingly from the clients above, and now her very own little six-year-old girl
was being initiated into the same service.
Beth led Jacque to the first station, which by convention was the training
station. Clients knew that if they used this station, they would sometimes have
to wait while instruction was carried out down below them, while their milkers
were educated in all the subtleties of their trade. Most clients didn’t mind
either, as it was always pleasant having your genitals manipulated, and it was
important that each new generation of children were trained in the arts, so
that this wonderful service could be continued at the Society.
At her mother’s urging Jacque hopped up into the big chair and Beth operated
the controls and brought her into position. The light was still out so Beth
just gestured to the draping that hid the opening from view, showing Jacque
where the velcro attachments were. Beth drew the little table near and showed
Jacque the stainless steel tray where the milk was supposed to go, and then she
adjusted the arm supports so that Jacque’s hands would be about in the right
place. Being such a tiny girl, Beth had to put pillows under her daughter’s
silky little bottom to lift the child up to where she fit the chair properly
and could reach where the client’s genitals would soon be dangling.
There was a rustling in the curtain above. “The client is here, any minute
now,” said Beth, patting her daughter’s bare tummy, right above her darling
little pussy crack. Suddenly Jacque looked unsure.
“Mommy, I’m scared!” she said suddenly.
“Oh no, don’t be scared sweetie,” said Beth. “Mommy will be right here for you,
and I’ll make sure everything is okay.” To emphasize her point Beth slid her
hand down and cupped her daughter’s hairless little pussy mound, circling her
soft fingers over the downy skin above Jacque’s cleft. “Mommy will make sure
it’s all right,” she cooed into her little girls ear.
Jacque relaxed noticeably as she felt her mother’s familiar fingers tracing
over her genitals, felt the first twinges of arousal between her childish legs.
Her mother had stimulated her since birth, used her genitals as a source of
comfort for both the child and the mother, and Jacque knew that if her mommy
was touching her pussy, everything would be just fine.
The light came on and Beth squeezed her daughter’s mound one last time.Â “He’s
ready!” she whispered to the child, and Jacque let out a nervous giggle,
putting her hands to her mouth. “Go ahead and open the curtain,” coached Beth.
Jacque reached up and tugged at the velcro and it popped loose. When the black
cloth dropped to her lap, small directed lights came on that illuminated the
client’s genitals perfectly, dangling just a foot or so above the naked child.
Beth immediately stifled a grin as she recognized the penis that dangled limply
above. She had suspected her husband might do this, knowingÂ that his daughter
was training for the first time today, but here it was: her husband’s limp
penis dangled above her daughter, who of course didn’t recognize daddy’s penis
yet. It really turned Beth on to remember the times she had milked various men
as a child, including her own father, and many of the other Milk Operators
fathers too.
“Wow!” gasped Jacque as she stared at the adult genitals dangling beforeÂ her.
“See? This man has a foreskin,” explained Beth, pointing at the translucent
sheath covering the bulby end of her husband’s penis. Jacque nodded.
“And this man has really big balls too,” said the mother, gesturing lower. It
was true: up close like this and without the scale of his body being visible,
her husband’s heavy testicles looked to be the size of avocados, stretching the
lower reaches of his wrinkly scrotum, a thin spiderwork of blue veins visible
in the skin.
“Wow, they are big!” said Jacque, staring up at her father’s exposed gonads,
her eyes wide.
“Go ahead and touch the penis, but do it very gently,” coached the
mother.Â Jacque put out a tentative little stubby finger and tapped the side of
theÂ limp organ. Beth felt a twinge in her pussy at the sight of her daughter
touching her own father’s cock, not realizing who it was she was
touching.Â “Use your hand more,” murmured Beth. “Hold it like a handle,” she
said.
Jacque adjusted her hand and cupped the underside of the client’s penis.Â There
was a sigh from above and the organ in her soft fingers twitched. Jacque just
stared in amazement as her father’s cock began to swell. At first her daddy’s
cock just thickened up in her fingers, thickened until Jacque had to open her
hand more to accommodate the swelling.
Once it had reached its full girth the father’s organ began to lengthen,
stretching along the silky skin of the child’s bare hand. Jacque shifted her
grip around a bit. “Use both hands,” whispered Beth, feeling her pussy twinge
as she saw her daughter bring the other hand up to cup both sides of her own
daddy’s thickening erection.
“Just hold it like that,” whispered Beth. Jacque dutifully kept her hands
around the swelling organ and stared as the cock in her hands slowly
grew.Â Suddenly the foreskin began to withdraw slightly and she watched as the
glistening head begin to appear.
Jacque held her breath with excitement, her little hands trembling aroundÂ the
thick organ. In moments the penis in her hands was fully distended, the
succulent wet spongy head fully revealed, the foreskin pulled back by the
intensity of the erection.
“Very good sweetie!” coached Beth. “You made it get all big!” Jacque let out a
big smile, then took a deep breath, realizing that she had almost been holding
her breath during this first sexual touching of a man’s penis, the first
erection she had ever witnessed up close and personal, certainly the first one
she’d ever held in her young hands.
“Try and lift his balls,” said Beth, pointing at her husband’s enormous
dangling scrotum. Jacque’s tiny hand cupped only one of her father’s testicles
and she lifted it tentatively, hefting its weight in her tiny hand. “Wow, it
feels so heavy!” she whispered back to her mom.
“Yes, I bet it is dear,” murmured Beth, feeling her pussy contract. The horny
mother squirmed in her seat and patted her daughter’s head. “You’re doing great
sweetie!” she added.
Jacque shifted her fingers to the other gonad and lifted. “This one feels even
heavier!” she exclaimed.
“Okay sweetie, put both hands up on the shaft and start stroking it,” said
Beth. She was getting very horny, starting to feel impatient. Beth longed to
watch her husband ejaculate, to see his own daughter make him spill his seed
onto her babyfat chest. Beth slid one hand down between her thighs and found
her pussy all wet and slippery, her juices making her upper thighs slippery and
wet. As her daughter gripped the sides of daddy’s painfully stiff cock, Beth
began to circle a finger around on her own clitoris, sighing as the waves of
arousal washed over her.
Jacque settled into a comfortable rhythm on her father’s cock, stillÂ unaware
that she was stroking her own father, just thinking it was someÂ unknown man’s
cock. But Beth knew better, recognizing her husband’s cock
for what it was, as she had sucked on it so many times, felt it penetrate her
vagina, seen it ejaculate so many times in her own hands, in her own mouth.
Watching her own daughter giving pleasure to daddy made Beth shudder with
arousal and the thrill of how naughty it was.
“Here sweetie, use one hand and hold it up near his body,” said the mother,
indicating the root of her husband’s cock. “Squeeze it gently right here, while
you rub it with your other hand down here.” Jacque slid one hand up to the base
and gripped the thick shaft, feeling the blood pulsing inside the enormous
shaft.
Jacque was immediately rewarded with a long muffled groan from the
clientÂ above, and the cock in her hands swelled and throbbed, the glistening
piss slit on the end bulging a deeper purple as a droplet of precum appeared.
“Good job sweetie, there’s the pre-milk!” said Beth, increasing the tempo on
her clitoris. She knew her husband’s precum flowed very thin and runny, almost
like a salty slippery urine, and sure enough as Jacque kept stroking the
enormous shaft, the first glistening droplet separated and rained down on the
child’s bare babyfat chest.
“Mommy, it’s leaking!” whispered Jacque, her face concerned.
“Yes sweetie, that’s right, you’re doing a very good job!” Another droplet
appeared and separated, then another, and Beth added, “It’s okay to spill the
pre-milk sweetie. If you want, you can rub it into the penis too. Oh, wait,
keep your hands right where they are, I’ll rub the pre-milk in,” said Beth.
One hand frigging her pussy, the horny mother reached out to her
husband’sÂ distended cockhead and scooped up the watery precum droplets and
smoothed them over the sensitive purple flesh of his knob, causing another
groan and an immediate new couple of droplets to appear, which dribbled wetly
down to Jacque’s chest.
Beth moved her hand to her daughter’s bare chest, ran her fingers throughÂ her
husband’s watery precum and wiped it over to one of Jacque’s bare little
nipples, just vaguely pink and only the merest accent atop her budding babyfat
chest cones. Beth moaned as she massaged the slippery precum into Jacque’s
tender chest, and more droplets fell on the back of her hand.
Beth realized that her husband was about to ejaculate. So much precum oozed
from his cock now that it was almost a continuous drizzle. Beth grabbed the
stainless steel tray and put it on her daughter’s bare chest and coached her
through the final part of the milking.
“Okay sweetie, the milk is almost ready to come out,” she whispered. “Be ready
for it and just keep stroking your hands, just like you’re doing… my baby is
doing such a good job!” she added. Jacque beamed as she kept pumping her own
father’s cock, unaware of who he really was.
Knowing how loud her husband often yelled when he came, Beth hastened
toÂ assure her daughter in advance. “Now be careful… don’t be scared because
this man will probably yell and scream a lot when the milk starts coming out,
so don’t worry, just keep moving your hand like a good little girl,” said the
horny mother, still frigging her own pussy, feeling her own orgasm approach.
Jacque shifted her grip slightly and squeezed the base of her daddy’s cock more
firmly. A second later she heard a muffled howl from above. The enormous cock
in her hand pulsed once and Jacque’s daddy began humping his hips violently,
although since he was restrained he couldn’t move more than a few inches. He
thrust his hardness eagerly through his daughter’s silky little hands, his
heavy balls swaying back and forth, bumping against her soft little knuckles.
Suddenly the man was cumming, and Jacque wasn’t experienced enough to know how
to guide the spurting cock to properly catch all the sperm, how to aim the
shaft to control where the sperm went. In fact, poor little Jacque was
just staring innocently into the very end of her father’s swollen cock when all
of a sudden the purple head bulged one final time and she saw a flash of white,
then felt heat and wetness spray across her face.
Jacque let out a shriek of surprise as her daddy’s hot ejaculated fluids
splashed on her cheeks, but she was careful to keep her grip firm on the cock,
just like her mother had taught her. Jacque reopened her eyes in time to see
the second bolt of her father’s sticky cum erupt from his cock and splash wetly
across her lower face, some going in her mouth, some down her neck and chin.
Watching all this, Jacque’s mother Beth climaxed powerfully, her hips twisting
and squirming as she watched her husband’s swollen cock ejaculate onto their
little girl, the thick bolts of white milk spraying from his overheated
cockhead and splattering all over Jacque’s face. Beth’s hand worked between her
thighs as she watched her husband ejaculating through slitted eyes, hissing
encouragement to her daughter. “Oh yes honey, keep rubbing, you’re doing such a
good job baby!”
Suddenly Beth remembered the tray! “Push it down to the tray sweetie!”
sheÂ squeaked as waves of pleasure erupted from between her legs, her cunt
pulsing and spasming as she frigged herself, watching Jacque holding her first
ejaculating penis in her little hands. Angling her father’s bulging cock
downward, Jacque managed to catch the last few spurts of his potent semen in
the stainless tray. Beth’s own orgasm subsided and turned into a cool blissful
haze as she watched her sperm-splattered daughter grinning at her, proud that
she had gotten through her very first milking.
“Be sure to squeeze the last few drops out,” sighed Beth, taking her hand out
of her sticky pussy, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. She reached
over to her daughter’s tiny little bald pussy and stroked it, massaging her own
slippery adult cunt juices into the child’s hairless outer vulva, feeling the
smooth warm skin.
Jacque dutifully squeezed the underside of her father’s withering cockshaft,
just like the video had taught her, and a few more white lumps of sperm
drizzled onto the tray on her chest. She smiled at her mommy because her
mommy’s finger felt so good on her little coochie, and her mommy just smiled
back and said “My baby, you did such a good job! Mommy is so proud of you!”
End of Part 2
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