Dads milk lesson

Dad sat down on the haystack and unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his zipper and stick his hands inside to pull out his girthy cock.he gripped it firm at the base and flopped it back and forth at me. “Before you ever milk one of my cows you’re gonna learn how to milk me, get over here Sam.”

I gulp hard and feel my Adam’s apple bob, “y-yes sir.” Nervously I walk over to him and drop to my knees. The rough hay on the ground scratches my soft knees. I hesitantly reach for his girth and as I grab on to it he tilts his head back and sighs. I make small slow strokes and feel it grow ever thicker, harder and longer. “Like this daddy?” I ask looking up at him. The smell of his musk masks the barn from his long hard day of work. “Yeah, just like that. Try a little faster.”

I begin to work my petite smooth hand up and down faster. Realizing his full length is flopping over my single hand so I use both. “You’re a lot bigger than me daddy.” He groans. I can feel him thrusting himself into my hands. His big balls slap against my wrist. “Here it comes Sam, get ready for my milk.” I can feel his cock twitch and without hesitation he makes a deep grunt, almost as bad as the pigs on the farm as copious amounts on hot thick spunk smack me in the face. So much so that I’m left gasping as some drips off my chin and a few droplets land in my mouth. I release my grip of his shaft and stand up. He tucks his cock back in his pants. “You’ll begin more training from me tomorrow, why don’t you see if your brothers need help after dinner? For now go get washed up and help the girls with setting the table.” He flings his shirt over his shoulder as I’m left in shock after what just happened but also so hot and bothered. I feel accomplished to help my daddy. He smacks my firm plump ass on the way out the double barn doors.