"Lydia, what the hell is going on?" Lydia's best friend, Jenna, shrieked, staring at the wet spot spreading on Lydia's shirt.

Lydia looked down in horror. She'd been trying to ignore the pain and discomfort, hoping it was just a fluke, but there was no denying it now. Her breasts were heavy and tender, and a clear liquid was seeping from her nipples, soaking the fabric. At nineteen, she knew she wasn't pregnant—she'd taken the test twice to be sure. And with her mom out of the picture, since she was a baby, she had no one to turn to for advice but her clueless dad.

Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she mumbled an apology and grabbed a sweater off her bed, hastily wrapping it around herself. "It's fine, I'll just..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Jenna's eyes were wide with shock, but her expression softened as she saw Lydia's distress. "You're not okay," she said gently. "What's been happening? Have you talked to anyone about this?"

Lydia took a deep, shaky breath. "No, I haven't," she admitted. "It's just... weird, you know? It started a few days ago. And it's not like I have anyone to talk to about it."

Jenna nodded sympathetically, her eyes never leaving the sweater that now covered Lydia's chest. "Maybe you should see a doctor," she suggested tentatively.

Lydia felt a mix of relief and dread at the idea. Relief because she might finally get some answers, and dread because she'd have to explain this bizarre situation to someone. "Maybe," she said, her voice small. "But who would I go to?"

Jenna pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before saying, "What about Dr. Martin?"

Lydia's eyes widened. Dr. Martin had been their family doctor for years. He was a kind, grandfatherly type, but the thought of discussing something so intimate with him made her stomach churn. "I don't know," she said, her voice wavering.

Her dad, quietly listening from the doorway, stepped into the room. He looked at Lydia, his gaze lingering on the sweater that barely contained the evidence of her condition. A flicker of something passed through his eyes, and Lydia felt her cheeks heat. She could see the outline of his erection growing in his pants.

"Dad," she whispered. This was so embarrassing!

Her father, Robert, swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from her breasts to her face and back again. He cleared his throat, the erection in his pants now impossible to ignore. "Lydia, I... I think we should talk," he said, his voice hoarse.

Lydia felt a knot form in her stomach. "Dad, please," she begged, her voice shaking. "It's embarrassing."

Robert took a step towards her, his hand reaching out tentatively. "I know, sweetie," he said, his voice still gruff with arousal. "Let's go see Dr. Martin. He'll know what to do."

Lydia's sweater was now sticky, and the milk was leaking from her breasts. She nodded, desperation clear in her eyes. Anything to get this situation figured out.

"Come on," Robert said as he took her by the elbow and led her out to the car. The drive to the doctor's office was tense, and the silence in the vehicle was thick with unspoken fear and confusion. Lydia's mind raced, trying to understand what was happening to her body and how to deal with having to talk to her dad and the doctor about it.

As they pulled into the parking lot, Lydia's heart hammered. She could feel the milk pooling in her bra, the pressure increasing with every bump in the road. She took another deep breath and climbed out of the car."Lydia, maybe you should put on a jacket," he suggested, his eyes lingering on her sweater and glancing away quickly.

Inside the clinic, the sterile smell did little to ease Lydia's anxiety. She clutched her purse tightly as they checked in, the coldness of the plastic against her palms grounding her in reality. When they were called back, Robert's hand was firm on her back, guiding her down the hallway. She could feel the heat of his touch through the sweater. Usually, it would make her feel safe, but today, she just felt anxious.

As they sat in the doctor's waiting room, Lydia couldn't help but notice the way her father's eyes kept darting to her chest. His breathing was shallow, his pupils dilated. And despite the horror of the situation, she felt a strange, unwanted warmth spreading through her body. It was as if her body was betraying her, responding to the lustful gaze that was definitely not appropriate from her father. She tried to ignore it, but the sensation grew stronger every moment.

The nurse called them back, and Lydia jumped to her feet, eager to escape the confines of the waiting room. She could feel the fabric of her bra sticking to her skin, the wetness from her breasts making her uncomfortable and self-conscious. As they followed the nurse down the hall, she felt her nipples tighten, the ache in her breasts becoming more pronounced.

In the exam room, Lydia couldn't help but notice her father's eyes on her as she sat at the table. He leaned against the wall, his arms folded tightly across his chest as if trying to contain himself. When she caught him looking, he quickly glanced away, his cheeks coloring slightly.

The nurse, an older woman with a no-nonsense attitude, bustled into the room, her eyes taking in the scene with a practiced glance. "Let's get you undressed from the waist up, Lydia," she said briskly, handing her a hospital gown.

As Lydia slipped off her shirt and bra, the cool air hit her overly sensitive nipples, making them tighten even further. She caught a glimpse of her father. His eyes were glued to her breasts, which were now fully exposed. Seeing his hunger made her body react in a way she didn't want to acknowledge. A tingle of arousal shot through her, making her breath hitch. She quickly covered herself with the gown, tying it tightly, but she could still feel the wetness seeping through the fabric.

The nurse's voice snapped her out of the daze. "Lydia, if you're ready, we'll go ahead and get some samples."

As the nurse gently palpated her breasts and expressed the milk into a container, Lydia couldn't help but notice the way her dad's eyes darkened, his breath coming in quick pants. She felt a warmth spread between her legs that had nothing to do with embarrassment. It was a betrayal of her body, responding to the person from whom she needed support and guidance. The nurse, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room, continued her examination, her professional demeanor offering no comfort to Lydia's racing thoughts.

The silence was deafening when the nurse left the room to give the samples to Dr. Martin. Lydia's heart pounded in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears. She could feel her dad's eyes on her, and she knew what he was thinking. The urge to cover herself up was strong, but she remained still, her body feeling more exposed than ever.

The door opened again, and Dr. Martin walked in, his kind eyes scanning her face before looking at the gown that barely contained her leaking breasts. He cleared his throat, "Let's have you lie down on the exam table, Lydia," he said, his voice a little too calm for the situation. She complied, her legs trembling as she swung them up and laid back, the coldness of the paper crinkling beneath her.

Dr. Martin approached her, his gloved hands gentle as he lifted the gown to expose her breasts again. The room was silent except for the sound of her racing heart. As he began to examine her, pressing and prodding her sensitive flesh, she felt a strange heat start to build in her core. His touch was professional, but it sent a shiver of pleasure through her that she couldn't control. She bit her lip, trying to keep the moan from escaping, but it slipped out, a small, involuntary sound of arousal.

Her father's eyes snapped to hers, their hunger now unmistakable. Lydia's cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't deny how her body responded to the doctor's ministrations. She could feel her nipples harden even more, the milk leaking out and making the paper beneath her sticky. Dr. Martin's eyes darted to her father, his expression unreadable, before returning to his examination.

"It's normal for a young woman's body to go through changes," he said soothingly, his thumbs flicking over her tight peaks. "But let's not jump to conclusions. Have you noticed any other symptoms, Lydia?"

Her breath hitched as he touched her, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from her father's. His eyes were glued to her face, watching her every reaction to the doctor's touch. She nodded, her voice barely audible. "My panties... they've been really wet, too."

The doctor's eyes widened slightly, but he kept his tone calm. "Okay, we'll need to check your hormone levels and rule out any underlying conditions," he said, his thumbs moving to her nipples again. "It seems like you're lactating."

Lydia nodded, her cheeks on fire as she felt the doctor's gentle touch. The room was so quiet she could hear the sound of her own breathing, her heart racing. She glanced at her dad, who had moved closer, his eyes glued to the doctor's hands on her breasts. The ache in her chest grew more intense as the doctor massaged the milk out of her, filling another sample cup. The doctor's voice was soothing but didn't distract from the growing heat between her legs.

"Are your panties getting wet now?" Dr. Martin's question starkly contrasted with his calm demeanor, and Lydia felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She nodded again, unable to form words, as she felt her arousal growing stronger. She watched as her dad's hand reached down to adjust himself, his eyes never leaving her exposed body.

"Okay," Dr. Martin said as he adjusted the stirrups on the examination table. "Why don't you slide your skirt off, and I'll take a closer look?"

Lydia's face flamed with embarrassment as she did what he asked, her legs trembling as she exposed herself even further. The cold metal of the stirrups was a stark contrast to the warmth of her body, and she felt vulnerable in a way she never had before. She couldn't look at her father, but she knew he was watching every move she made, his arousal palpable in the small room. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the doctor's instructions, telling herself it was all for her own good.

"That's a good girl," Dr. Martin said in a soothing voice. She spread her legs and placed her feet in the stirrups, feeling the fabric of her soaked panties stick to her skin. The doctor's eyes lingered on the wet spot between her thighs before he reached out to pull them aside.

"Ohh!" Lydia gasped when the cool air hit her warm skin, her body reacting involuntarily to the sudden change in temperature. She heard the sound of her father's breath catch, and she dared a glance at him. His gaze was glued to her exposed pussy, and she could see the desperate need in his eyes. It was like he was starving; she was the only meal in sight. The realization made her want to moan, but she remained silent, the only sound in the room the rustle of the doctor's latex gloves as he snapped them on.

"My, you are wet, aren't you, dear?" Dr. Martin remarked his voice a gruff whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. Lydia whimpered as she felt her pussy drip. She felt his fingers probe her entrance, and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. The sensation was strange, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her body tighten around his thick fingers.

"How does your pussy feel, Lydia?" The doctor's question hung in the air. Lydia's heart raced as she felt his thumb circle her clit, his fingers still moving inside her. It felt wrong, but she couldn't deny how her body responded to his touch. "It feels achy, sir," her breath coming in short gasps.

Her father, Roger, took a step forward, his hand outstretched. Lydia watched as he reached out to catch the droplets of milk from her nipples, his eyes dark with desire. His touch was gentle, almost tender, and she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at the moment's intimacy. "You poor thing," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let me help you with that."

As he bent down, his breath warm against her skin, she felt a shiver of arousal. He had never touched her like this before, and she didn't know how to react. But as his thumbs swiped at the milk, catching it before it fell to the floor, she couldn't deny how it made her body respond. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts further into her Daddy's hands. The ache in her chest grew stronger, the milk flowing more freely now.

Dr. Martin watched the exchange with a knowing smile, his own arousal growing as he saw the desire in Robert's eyes. "That's a good idea, Roger," he said, his voice low and gruff. "We'll need to collect that for a sample."

Lydia's breath caught in her throat as her father leaned over her, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples. The sensation was intense, and she could feel her pussy clench around the doctor's fingers. "Daddy, no," she whispered, but the words held no conviction. Her body was betraying her, responding to the dual touch of her father and the doctor.

"Oh, Daddy. That feels nice," Lydia moaned as her father began to suckle at her breast.

"Good," Dr. Martin said, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He withdrew his hand from her pussy and leaned over, his thumb finding her clit. "Now, Lydia," he instructed, his voice thick with his desire. "I'm going to stimulate your clitoris a little more, and you tell me how you feel."

Lydia's breath hitched as his thumb began to circle her sensitive nub, the pressure building with every stroke. "It feels... strange," she gasped, trying to keep her voice steady. "But good," she admitted, her hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. She could feel the milk flowing from her breasts, mixing with her father's saliva as he eagerly lapped at her nipples.

"Good girl," Dr. Martin praised, his voice thick with desire. "Keep telling me what you feel." His thumb moved faster, his other hand sliding down to spread her slick folds, exposing her clit even more. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the pressure in her chest and between her legs becoming unbearable.

"And, Roger, can you tell me," Dr. Martin asked her father. "What does Lydia's breast milk taste like?"

"It's... sweet," Roger murmured. "Like nothing I've ever tasted before."

"Okay, sweet is a good sign." The doctor seemed pleased at his response.

"There is something we can try," Dr. Martin said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. He pulled his hand away from her clit, and Lydia whimpered at the sudden loss of sensation. "But it's a bit unconventional."

Her father looked up from her breasts to listen to the doctor, a drop of milk dripping from his bottom lip.

"We can try a form of therapy," Dr. Martin said, his eyes dark with excitement. "It's called lactation stimulation therapy. It's meant to help with the milk production. From what I've read, it's been highly successful."

Lydia's eyes widened, and she nodded, eager for anything to help her understand what was happening to her body. She watched as her father's eyes lit up, the lust in them growing more intense. "I'm willing to try anything, sir," she panted, desperately wanting the doctor to resume his touch on her achy pussy.

"Good," Dr. Martin said, a smile playing on his lips as he removed his gloves. "For our first session, we'll practice here in the office. Then, if it works, your father can help you when you get home."

Lydia looked at her father and smiled with a blush. So far, whatever they had needed to do was very enjoyable. She didn't feel as afraid anymore.

"Roger, I'm going to have you switch places with me," The doctor instructed.

Roger nodded eagerly, taking the doctor's place between his daughter's legs. He looked down at her glistening pussy, licking his lips hungrily. "What do I do?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"Just keep her aroused," Dr. Martin instructed, stepping back to wash his hands. "Use your mouth and hands. I need to see how much milk she produces at peak arousal."

Lydia watched as her dad leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. He began to kiss and lick her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy. She felt her body respond to his touch, her breasts leaking more milk onto her stomach as she grew more and more turned on. She couldn't believe what was happening, but the sensations were too intense to ignore.

"Oh, Daddy," she gasped.

When his tongue finally brushed against her clit, she let out a moan that she couldn't hold back. It was wrong, but it felt so right. The doctor's hand was now back on her chest, squeezing her breasts. She could see the lust in his gaze, which only added to the fire burning within her. "More," she begged, the doctor arching her back. 

"Oh, daddy, that feels so good." Lydia whimpered, looking at her father's head nestled between her thick thighs. "Please, don't stop."

Her dad's tongue delved into her wetness, lapping at her like a starving animal. Lydia's hands found their way into his hair, gripping it tightly as she pulled him closer. The ache in her chest grew with every pulse of pleasure that shot through her body. "Fuck," she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. She had never talked to her father like this before but couldn't help it. The situation was so taboo, and it was turning her on like nothing ever had.

Her father's eyes met hers again, and she saw the love and hunger there. It was a mix of emotions she didn't know how to process. "You taste good, baby girl," he murmured against her skin. "So very sweet." His voice was a gentle rumble that sent vibrations through her body, making her pussy clench around his tongue.

Dr Martin expressed more milk with his fingertips, pinching and rolling her nipples.

"Dr. Martin," Lydia whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Will you... will you suckle my breasts like Daddy was?"

"Of course, Dear, " he answered, latching on.

"Oh, oh!" Lydia's legs quivered. "Oh yes!"

Dr. Martin let Lydia's nipple out his mouth with a pop, and she whimpered in disappointment. "I forgot to ask you, dear, are you a virgin?"

Lydia's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why does that matter?"

"It's just a question," he said, stroking her cheek. "Your first time should be special."

Her father licked a trail from her bottom to her clit, "It's okay, baby. You can tell the doctor."

"Lydia's face turned red, "Yes. I haven't found the right boy yet. They seem so immature."

The doctor chuckled, "That is true. Boys your age are quite inexperienced and don't know how to please a woman." He glanced down at her father as he took both his daughter's ass cheeks in his hands, spread them apart, and started to rim her little puckered hole.

Lydia moaned and panted, "Oh, daddy, yes!"

"It takes some men years to learn a woman's body." The doctor continued.

"Well," The doctor clapped his hands. "This is good then!" his eyes gleaming. "We'll have to make sure we take good care of that virginity for you, won't we, Roger?"

Her father nodded, his mouth returning to her clit and suckling on it like he did her nipples. "Oh, yes," he murmured. "We'll make sure it's something she'll never forget."

Lydia's mind raced as she tried to process the doctor's words, but then her father's fingers slid into her entrance again, and she gasped as he began to move them in and out, his thumb circling her clit. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "I'm going to..."

"Lydia?" Dr. Martin asked, interrupting her mid-moan.

"Yes, sir?" She whimpered again, annoyed that he'd interrupted her.

"Would you like your father to break your hymen for you here in the office?"

Lydia's eyes went wide, and she could feel her pussy clench around her dad's fingers. "I... I don't know," she said, her voice shaking. "It's so... wrong."

"Well, some people do think like that." He nodded. "But in this office, you'll be safe; I'll be here to watch in case you need pain meds. And I'm sure your father will be gentle, won't you, Roger?" He patted her father on the back to get his attention.

Lydia felt a strange mix of emotions—fear, excitement, and a deep, primal need to be claimed by her father. She looked at Dr. Martin, searching for guidance. His smile was reassuring, his eyes filled with lust and understanding. "It's up to you, Lydia," he said. "But I can see how much you're enjoying this. Your body is begging for release."

Her father's fingers stilled inside her, waiting for her response. Lydia's mind raced. She had never felt this way before—so lost, vulnerable, and yet alive. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each more intense than the last. The thought of her dad taking her virginity was taboo, but she couldn't ignore the desire that was consuming her.

With a trembling nod, she whispered, "Yes, Daddy. Do it." Dr. Martin nodded; his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good choice, young lady." He stepped aside to give Roger more room.

"Now, I'll just lower the examination table to give your father better access. I can see your erection is hard and ready, Roger."

Roger's face was a mix of love, lust, and determination as he stood up and unbuckled his belt, his hard cock springing free. Lydia's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her father's thick, pulsing erection. It was the first time she had ever seen it, and it was terrifying and thrilling. He climbed onto the table, positioning himself between her legs.

"I'm not sure it will fit, Doctor," Lydia's voice trembled.

Her dad and Dr. Martin chuckled as her father stroked his cock from base to tip. "Don't worry, dear, it'll fit." He said and then turned to her father.

"Just remember to go slow," the doctor reminded, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. "And tell her to relax."

"Here is some nice warm lube; apply it liberally." The doctor instructed. "I'm going to keep stimulating your breasts, Lydia, and see if we can't get the last of this breast milk extracted for you."

Roger nodded, his hand shaking slightly as he took the lube and coated his cock. He positioned himself at his daughter's entrance, his tip glistening with her juices. "Ready, baby?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Lydia took a deep breath and nodded, her heart racing. She felt her dad's cock press against her, and she gripped the sides of the exam table tightly. Dr. Martin's mouth was on her nipple again, his tongue flicking at the sensitive peak as he suckled the milk from her breast. The pain was sudden and sharp as her father pushed inside her, stretching her tight opening. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her nails digging into the paper beneath her.

"Don't hold your cries in, Lydia." The doctor said, "It's important for us to know exactly how you are feeling. Tell us how it hurts."

"There's a lot of pressure, doctor," Lydia whimpered. "And a pinching feeling."

Her father's eyes were locked with hers, his expression of love and hunger. "It's okay, baby," he murmured. "It'll only hurt for a minute." He pushed in further, and she felt a pop as her hymen gave way. The pain was intense, but it was quickly followed by a wave of pleasure that washed over her.

"Oh, Daddy," she gasped, her body trembling with the sensation. "It hurts, but it feels good too."

Roger glanced down and saw his cock was painted with his daughter's virgin blood. "You're so tight, baby," he groaned, his voice filled with lust. "Your pussy feels so good around me."

The doctor nodded, watching the scene unfold with a smile. "Good, Lydia, you're doing exceptionally," he said. "Now, Roger, let's see if we can get her to climax while you're inside her."

Her father's movements grew more urgent, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, squelching sound. Lydia's breasts felt heavy and full, the milk leaking out and pooling on the table. Dr. Martin's thumbs continued to roll and pinch her nipples, the sensation adding to the intensity building between her legs. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was overtaking her.

"I'm... I'm going to cum," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh God, Daddy, it's too much."

"That's it, baby," her dad encouraged, his strokes growing faster. "Let it go."

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing and the wetness of their bodies moving together. Lydia's chest heaved as she felt the climax build, her breasts squirting milk onto the doctor's face. He didn't flinch, instead catching it in his mouth and swallowing greedily. The sensation of her dad inside her and the doctor suckling her breasts was overwhelming. She couldn't hold back the scream that tore from her throat as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Her father groaned; his own release imminent. Lydia felt his cock thicken inside her, his movements becoming erratic. "Baby, I'm gonna cum," he grunted. She nodded, her body still quivering from the intense pleasure that had just washed over her.

The doctor stepped back, watching intently as Roger's hips bucked and his cock exploded inside her, filling her with his warm seed. Lydia's eyes widened at the feeling of being filled so completely, her mind reeling with the realization that she had just lost her virginity to her own father.

Her father leaned over her; his breathing ragged as he kissed her forehead. His eyes were filled with love and satisfaction. "I love you, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. 

Lydia's eyes searched his, seeing the truth in them. "I love you too, Daddy," she whispered, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Dr. Martin stepped forward, his own arousal evident in his expression. "Good job, Roger," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's clean her up and get her dressed." He handed Roger a towel and helped him off the table, his gaze never leaving Lydia's still-exposed pussy, now glistening with a mix of her juices and her father's cum.

Roger took the towel, his movements gentle as he cleaned Lydia up.  But as she felt the doctor's hands helping her sit up and his eyes on her, she couldn't ignore the part of her that was still turned on. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No need to thank me, Lydia," Dr. Martin said with a smile. "It's all part of the therapy."

Her father helped her off the table, his hands shaking slightly as he held her steady. The doctor handed her her clothes, and she slipped them on, feeling the fabric stick to her sticky skin. 

"You okay, baby?" Roger asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes, Daddy"

He pulled her in for a hug. "How do your breasts feel?"

Lydia smiled, "They feel so much better, Daddy!"

Dr. Martin cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the room. "Now that we've made some progress, let's discuss the next steps for your therapy," he said, his tone professional once again. "I'd like to schedule more sessions to continue with the lactation stimulation. It seems to be helping with the milk production and your overall comfort."

Lydia nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and excitement at the thought of more sessions. The pleasure she had just experienced was unlike anything she had ever felt, and she found herself craving more. "Okay," she said softly, looking to her dad for reassurance.

"We'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better, sweetheart," Roger said, his arms tight around her. "And I'll be here every step of the way."

"And what if they leak at home, Daddy?" She asked, hoping she knew what he'd say.

"If they do," Dr. Martin interrupted, his eyes dark with desire, "you know what to do." He nodded at Roger, who grinned. "Just call your Daddy, and he'll take care of it for you."

Lydia and her father stepped out of the exam room just as Dr. Martin called out to one of his younger nurses, inviting her to his office for a "special assignment." The nurse blushed, casting a quick, knowing glance before following him down the hall.

Lydia's father chuckled as he helped her into the car. "Looks like Dr. Martin keeps himself… busy."

The drive home was slightly awkward but not unpleasant. Lydia couldn't stop thinking about the doctor's mouth on her breast, her dad's cock inside her. She knew it was taboo and couldn't tell her friend Jenna about it, but it felt so right. She had never felt so alive, so desired. Her breasts still tingled from the attention, and she could feel her panties growing wet yet again.

Once home, Roger led her to her room. "You should lie down," he said softly, his voice still thick with lust. "I'll get you a glass of water."

Lydia nodded, collapsing onto the bed. She could still feel her father's cum inside her, the stickiness of it reminding her of what had just occurred. She was lost in thought when he returned, handing her the water with a gentle smile.

As she sipped, her eyes fell to his crotch, where she could see his erection had not completely subsided. She licked her lips, feeling her body ache grow stronger. "Daddy," she murmured, setting the glass aside. "Can you... do that again?"

Her father's eyes lit up, and he didn't hesitate. "Whatever you need, baby. Daddy is here for you." She watched as he removed his clothes, and his cock sprang free, and then she quickly removed her own clothing, tossing them to the floor. 

He climbed onto the bed, straddling her waist. He leaned down to suckle her breasts once more, his cock brushing against her thigh. Lydia moaned, arching her back to give him better access.

The doctor's words echoed in her mind: "Your first time should be special." And as taboo as it was, she knew that she wanted her father to be the one to make her feel this way again and again.

Sara sat cross-legged on the couch, her gaze fixated on the TV, yet she couldn't focus on the flickering images. Her mind was elsewhere, her body sending urgent messages she couldn't ignore. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she shifted her weight, the soft fabric of her tank top brushing against her sensitive skin. The air-conditioning's hum was the only company to the quiet solitude of the living room.

Her father, noticing her discomfort, walked in with a concerned furrow on his brow. "Sara, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine care. She looked up, her eyes pooling with embarrassment and hope. "Daddy, they're so sore," she murmured, her hand hovering over her chest. The bead of milk grew larger, precariously close to spilling.

He sat down next to her, his strong arm wrapping around her shoulders. "What's going on, sweetheart?" he inquired, his gaze following the path of her hand. The tension in the room thickened as she took a deep breath and confessed her problem. The silence stretched like a tightened rubber band until he leaned in, his voice a gentle whisper, "Let me help you."

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but she nodded, her eyes pleading. He reached for the remote and turned off the TV, focusing solely on her. His hand moved to her chest, his thumb gently brushing the taut fabric of her tank top. The touch sent a jolt through her, making her gasp. He looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding and something else—desire. "We need to get you some relief," he said firmly, his voice a soothing balm to her racing heart.

With a nod, Sara led him to her room, the walls lined with posters of smiling pop stars and childhood memories. She sat on the edge of her bed, the mattress squeaking slightly under her weight. He sat beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Lift your shirt, baby," he instructed, his voice low and soothing. She complied, revealing her full, heavy breasts, the nipples a dark shade of pink, begging for attention.

Her father's hand hovered over her chest before finally making contact, his thumb tracing the outline of her areola. She bit her bottom lip, suppressing a whimper as he applied gentle pressure to her swollen nipple. The bead of milk grew and grew until it could no longer cling, dropping onto the bed with a soft splat. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and took her nipple into his mouth. The sensation was painful and exquisite, unlike anything she had ever felt.

Sara's back arched, pushing her breasts further into his face. He took the hint, suckling harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. She moaned, her hands fisting the bed sheets as he worked to relieve the pressure. The ache lessened, replaced by a different kind of need she didn't quite understand. He switched to the other breast, the rhythmic motion sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking slightly in response to the sensations.

He pulled away, looking at her with a mix of pride and hunger. "You're doing so good, baby," he murmured, thumbs stroking her soft skin. "But we can't ignore this for much longer. There's a doctor in town willing to help, her methods are- unconventional, but I've heard good things, and It's time to get professional help." Sara nodded, her eyes glazed over with desire and pain. Her father stood up, his erection tenting his pants, and took her hand. "Let's go then, sweetheart," he said, guiding her to the door.

The doctor's office was cold and sterile, and the scent of antiseptic contrasted with Sara's room's warmth. She sat nervously on the exam table, her breasts swollen and sensitive, the fabric of her shirt clinging to her damp skin. The doctor, a stern-looking woman in her late forties, listened intently as her father explained the situation. She nodded, her expression unreadable. "I see. Well, let's take a look," she said, gesturing for Sara to expose herself.

Sara's hands trembled as she lifted her shirt, revealing her breasts to the doctor's scrutinizing gaze. The doctor's eyes widened, and she leaned in closer. "Ah, yes, I can see the problem," she murmured, her voice calm and professional. "Your breasts are overproducing milk, and it seems you're in quite a bit of discomfort." She turned to her father, her eyes gleaming. "It's a hormonal imbalance."

Her daddy's grip on her hand tightened, giving her the reassurance she needed. The doctor's eyes darted to the bulge in his pants, and she smirked. "Perhaps we can offer a more... intimate solution to ease your pain," she suggested, her voice taking on a seductive tone. Sara's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with confusion and excitement. "What do you mean?" she stuttered.

The doctor leaned back. "Your father mentioned he is quite skilled at relieving your discomfort," she said, her gaze shifting to him. "But we can't have you suffering like this. I believe a more thorough examination and treatment is in order."

Her father nodded; his eyes dark with need. "Do whatever you think is best, doctor," he said, his voice gruff. Sara felt a thrill run through her at his words; the situation was so wrong yet somehow incredibly right. The doctor approached the exam table, her heels clicking on the cold tiles. She instructed Sara to lie back, her breasts now fully exposed to the chilly air.

The doctor's touch was surprisingly gentle as she squeezed and massaged her breasts, the cool gel offering some relief against the heat. She watched, fascinated, as her father's hand moved to his own zipper, freeing his erection. 

"May I?" The doctor asked, glancing down at his thick cock beaded with pre cum as she licked her lips.

"Help yourself," her father smiled.

The doctor took his length into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off with practiced ease. Sara felt a strange mix of jealousy and arousal, her own need growing more intense with each passing moment.

Her father looked down at her, his eyes hooded with desire. "You want this, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. She nodded, unable to form words, the sight of him with the doctor making her core throb. He stepped closer, his erection bobbing with the rhythm of the doctor's ministrations. "Then let us help you," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her, his tongue delving deep.

The doctor released him with a pop and took Sara's hand, guiding it to her own breast. Sara's hand trembled as she cupped the doctor's firm flesh, her thumb brushing against the erect nipple. The doctor's eyes closed briefly, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Together, we can ease your pain," she murmured, her hand sliding down to her own waist, unbuckling her pants.

Her father's cock twitched at the sight, his hand moving to his own to stroke in time with Sara's touch. The doctor pulled out a small silicone pump from a drawer, its purpose unmistakable. She placed it over one of Sara's nipples, the cold metal making her gasp. "This will help relieve the pressure," she flicked a switch. The pump whirred to life, the suction increasing until Sara's nipple was engorged and sensitive.

The doctor leaned back, watching the pump work magic, her hand still on Sara's. "Keep going, sweetie," she encouraged, her voice thick with arousal. Sara's eyes were locked on the sight of the doctor sucking her father yet again, her own hand moving almost involuntarily on the doctor's breast. The pressure grew, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that made her pant.

"Oh, my pussy is getting achy," Sara moaned, the words slipping out before she could stop them. The doctor's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Sara with a knowing smile. "Let's take care of that, too," she murmured, placing the pump aside. She reached down to slip a finger under the waistband of Sara's shorts, sliding it down to reveal her already wet panties.

The doctor's eyes widened at the sight. "Goodness, you are wet," she said, her voice filled with both amazement and lust. Sara felt a blush creep up her neck as she nodded, her hips bucking slightly in anticipation. "Let's see how wet you really are," the doctor said, sliding a finger through her slick folds.

Her father groaned, watching the intimate scene unfold before him. "Show me," he rumbled, his voice thick with need. The doctor smirked, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she pulled her glistening digit out, holding it up to him. Sara's breath hitched as she watched him lean in, his tongue darting out to taste her arousal. His eyes met hers, filled with a hunger she had never seen before.

"Mmm, I bet she's delicious," the doctor purred, her voice dripping with desire. She leaned over, her breasts pressing against Sara's thigh, and whispered into her ear, "Would you like a taste, honey?" Sara nodded, her cheeks burning, and the doctor slid her finger back into her wetness before bringing it back up to Sara's mouth. She closed her eyes, her tongue swiping the digit clean, the musky flavor of her own arousal coating her taste buds.

The doctor's touch grew bolder, her thumb circling Sara's clit as she pushed two fingers deep inside her. Sara's body responded with a jolt, her legs spreading wider, silently begging for more. Her father's hand tightened on her breast, his own need mirroring hers. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck, making her squirm. The doctor's eyes never left hers, holding her gaze as she worked her fingers in a rhythm that drove Sara wild.

"It seems we're going to need to keep you open for me," the doctor said, her voice a seductive purr. She gestured to the stirrups attached to the end of the exam table, and Sara's father helped to position her legs, one at a time. The cool metal kissed the back of her knees as she lifted them, and with a gentle push, they were secured, leaving her open and exposed.

The doctor leaned in, her eyes roving over Sara's flushed skin, taking in the sight of her swollen pussy. "Look how pretty she is," she murmured to Sara's father, her voice filled with awe and lust. He nodded, his own gaze feasting on the sight before them. The doctor's fingers continued their dance, her thumb now pressing firmly against Sara's clit as she pumped her digits in and out with increasing speed.

"Now, sir," she said, her eyes never leaving Sara's, "watch as I make your daughter cum. You'll need to do this often for her at home to help with the hormones." She demonstrated her technique, her hand moving in a steady, rhythmic motion with Sara's back bowing off the table, her moans growing louder with each passing second. The doctor's own breath hitched in her chest, the sight of Sara's pleasure clearly arousing her.

Her father's hand slipped from her breast to stroke his own cock, the doctor noticing with a nod of approval. "That's it," she encouraged him, her voice a sultry purr. "You're a natural." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Sara's ear. "I want you to watch him, honey," she whispered. "Let his need for you push you over the edge."

Sara's eyes fluttered open, watching as her daddy's hand moved faster and faster, his eyes dark with desire. The doctor's fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made her toes curl. "Oh, Daddy," she gasped, her voice strained. He groaned in response, the sound sending shivers down her spine.

The doctor leaned back, her eyes raking over Sara's exposed pussy. "You're so close, aren't you, honey?" she asked her voice a siren's call. Sara nodded frantically, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "I want to feel you cum around my fingers," she said, her tone commanding. "Cum for your daddy. Cum for me."

Her father's strokes grew more frantic, his breathing ragged as he watched the doctor's hand disappear inside her, the wet sounds echoing in the room. The doctor leaned down, her mouth replacing her thumb on Sara's clit. The sudden pressure, combined with the rhythmic pumping inside her, was too much. Sara's eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed her release, her body convulsing as she climaxed.

The doctor sat back, her mouth glistening with Sara's juices. She smiled up at her father, her own need palpable. "Your turn," she said, her voice a low growl. He didn't need further encouragement, his pants joining the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, pointing straight at her.

"Your father is going to finish the procedure while I milk your breasts," the doctor said. At the same time, she lowered the exam table so Sara's daddy could penetrate her with his enormous cock.

Sara's eyes widened at the sight, and she bit down on her lip. The doctor noticed her reaction and leaned in, her breath warm against her ear. "You're going to love this, honey," she whispered. Just relax and let him in."

Her father's hand was shaking as he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her. "Will it hurt?" she asked, her voice trembling. He paused, his eyes filled with a mix of love and desire. "It might at first, baby, but I promise it will feel so good," he assured her, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Okay, Daddy," she whispered, her trust in him unwavering. With a nod from the doctor, he pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight barrier. She gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as pain and pressure collided. But she could feel his warmth, the reassuring squeeze of his hand in hers, and she pushed back against him, urging him deeper.

The doctor watched intently, her own arousal palpable as she took one of Sara's breasts in her hand, her thumb flicking the sensitive peak. "Look at me, baby," she instructed, and Sara's eyes flew open, meeting hers. "You're doing so well." Her other hand moved to Sara's cheek, stroking gently. "Keep looking at me. I'm here."

Her father's cock slid deeper, stretching her, filling her completely. She could feel her body adjusting to the intrusion, the pain slowly morphing into something else—a deep, pulsing need. "Ah, Daddy," she moaned, her hips bucking against him. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue claiming her as his. The doctor took the cue, her hand moving to Sara's other breast, her thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple.

"I'm going to milk you now," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Relax, let the pleasure take over." Sara felt the doctor's warm, wet mouth close around her nipple, the suction sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core. The doctor's hand massaged her breast, working in tandem with her mouth to coax the milk out. Her father's thrusts grew more deliberate, the sound of their bodies slapping together a symphony of passion and need.

The doctor's teeth grazed Sara's sensitive peak, and she couldn't hold back a moan. "That's it, honey," she encouraged, her mouth moving to the other breast. Her father's cock hit her G-spot with every stroke, making her body tighten around him. Sara glanced down and watched the doctor drink her milk; the sight made her wetter.

Her father's hand slipped down to her clit, his thumb pressing against it in time with his thrusts. Sara's eyes rolled back, and she gripped the doctor's hair, urging her to suck harder. The doctor's mouth was a warm, wet heaven, the sensation of her father's cock inside her and the doctor's mouth on her breast too much to handle. "I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice barely audible over the sound of their hushed moans.

The doctor's eyes flashed to meet hers, a wicked smile on her lips. "Yes, honey, cum for us," she murmured, her mouth never leaving Sara's breast. Her father's pace quickened, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with an urgency that matched her own. The doctor's hand snaked down to her clit, circling it, the dual sensation of their touches pushing her closer to the edge.

Sara's back arched, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The doctor's mouth moved from her nipple to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made her skin tingle. "I'm going to fill you up, baby," her daddy growled, his breath hot against her ear. The thought sent her over the edge, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed in pleasure. Her orgasm ripped through her, more intense than any she had ever felt before.

Her father groaned, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside her, filling her with his warmth. The doctor released her nipple with a pop, watching with satisfaction as Sara's body shuddered with aftershocks. "Good girl," she murmured, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. Sara's chest heaved with each breath, and her eyes glazed over with a mix of euphoria and exhaustion.

Her father leaned in, kissing her tenderly, his cock still buried deep within her. "Thank you, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for letting me take care of you." Sara's heart swelled with love, the intensity of their shared experience cementing their bond in a way she never thought possible.

The doctor sat back on her stool, her chest heaving with exertion. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Your breasts look much better already," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "The milk production should slow down significantly." She leaned back, her eyes appraising Sara's flushed, satisfied face. "But we'll have to keep up with these treatments. Daily, I'd say."

Sara nodded; her voice still shaky from the aftermath of her intense orgasm. "I feel much better," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. The doctor chuckled, standing up to retrieve a towel to clean Sara's breasts. She gently wiped the excess milk and saliva from her skin, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Good," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Her father leaned in, kissing her forehead. "We'll keep up the treatments at home," he said, his voice filled with determination. The doctor nodded, her gaze lingering on their entwined hands. "But if it gets too much, or if you need professional advice, don't hesitate to call me," she offered, her eyes flickering between them. Sara felt thrilled at the thought of her father taking charge of her care, his strong hands relieving her from the discomfort she had been enduring.

The doctor helped them both clean up, her own arousal still evident. Sara couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of her father's cock inside the doctor's mouth. Still, the knowledge that it was all for her benefit was oddly comforting. Her father pulled his pants back up, tucking his still semi-hard cock away with a satisfied sigh. "Thank you, doctor," he said, his voice gruff with need. "We'll keep that in mind."

The doctor handed Sara a small jar. "Keep this," she said with a wink. "It's a salve to help with the soreness. Apply it after every session." Sara took the jar, her cheeks still flushed from the experience. "And remember, anytime you need me, I'm just a call away," she added, her eyes lingering on Sara's chest.

Once back at home, the reality of their situation began to set in. Sara's breasts were indeed less engorged, and the pressure eased significantly. The doctor's instructions were clear: daily milking would be necessary to manage the condition. Her father looked at her with a mix of love and determination. "We'll do this together," he said, his hand resting comfortingly on her shoulder.

Sara's heart fluttered at the thought. The act of her father suckling her breasts, the doctor's intimate touch, had brought them closer than ever before. It was strange, but it also felt incredibly natural. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but instead of fear, she felt a deep sense of belonging.

"Thank you, Daddy," she murmured, looking up at him with eyes filled with gratitude and love. His hand stroked her hair gently, his eyes reflecting the intense emotions that swirled within her. "You have no idea how much that meant to me," she continued, her voice cracking slightly. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're my baby girl, Sara. I'll always take care of you," he whispered, the promise in his words unwavering.