Blue Balls - S01 E11

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Blue Balls - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

"But why would daddy have his penis out, she wondered, 'just like Theo had done in the kitchen. I wonder if boys just like sticking their stuff out of their pants. I guess it can get cramped in their underwear when their penises get hard. She was proud of herself for figuring it out. She wondered what it would take for them to take out their penises in front of her. She really wanted to see one up close.

"Uh, daddy, I need your help," she said, dismissing her dirty thoughts. He noticed the Vitamin-E lotion in her hand. Tiffany showed it to him. "You know mom got me this because my..., my breasts have been real tender lately."

"Yes, I know," he said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. His cock was still swollen from the father-daughter porn he was just jacking-off too; now, images of his little girl massaging her own breasts came unbidden into his lecherous mind. He tried his best to ignore those thoughts

"Is it helping?" he asked, looking at his cute, sexy daughter and adjusting the book, to keep it firmly on his lap.

"Well, kinda, but..., but my hands are sore from rubbing the lotion in everyday. was wondering if you could help me...." she left the sentence unfinished, hanging out there like a cloud between them. His eyebrows lifted.

"Help you how?" he asked, dreading, yet strangely anticipating what she might want to ask him.

"Well, you have real strong hands, daddy," she said, blushing and looking at her feet. "Could you rub it in for me?"

"Aw, honey, no," he said mortified. "I'm your father! Can't you ask your mother to do it?" He looked at his daughter, begging her with his eyes, willing her to walk away. He knew how weak and horny he was right now. He had lusted after his daughter for days. He was so very, very vulnerable to her charms right now.

"Oh, please daddy! I want you to do it!" she pleaded, "Mom get's all weird when talk to her about my titties - don't even want her to know asked you!"

"But..., ..., We can't...," he tried to reason with her, but his head was spinning. He was being given the opportunity to touch his daughter's breasts! 'Didn't she know it was wrong? Was trying to

torture him?"

"It's not like you've never seen them before daddy," she replied, trying to convince him and then reciting all the arguments she had been practicing. "You tell me all the time how you used to change my diapers and see my naked butt. Besides, your hands are so big and strong!" She saw him wavering and pressed her attack.

"Pretty, please, daddy, she begged. "They hurt so much! I need you, daddy! It will only be for a couple of minutes and then you can go back doing whatever you were doing!"

Greg looked at his daughter. Her breasts pressed against her blouse as she threw back her shoulders. He could quickly massage her breasts and then finish jacking off, knowing his cock would be so very hard by then, and his orgasm would be so satisfying!

"Oh, honey, please, you don't know what you are asking," he stammered. He almost added "It's not right," but he stopped himself, not wanting to say it out loud.

"Is it because my breasts are ugly and deformed? I know they look weird. They're not big and bouncy like mommy's. That's it, isn't it?" She sniffed and pouted her lips like she was going to cry. Crying always worked.

"Oh no baby, no, no, your breasts are beautiful!" her daddy said, taking her by the shoulders and giving her a hug. He couldn't ever let her think she was not attractive, his wife would be so angry with him!

"Then why not?" she asked, pretending she didn't understand. She knew that none of her friend's fathers ever touch their breasts. She pouted her lips again and pushed out her chest. Then she added, "Please, daddy, for me, your special little princess?" She knew he would do anything for his 'special little princess.

She hit him again with her best reasoning. "But, just remember, you can't ever tell mom, OK?" And, after a long pause, watching him struggle and knowing he was about to give in, she whispered, "It has to be our little secret, OK daddy?" She gave him a kiss and a hug, her breasts pressing up against him.

Greg was dazed and nearly beaten. His tortured mind convinced him to consider her request. He felt he was losing his grip on reality. He smelled her perfume and felt her breasts pressing on his chest. He certainly didn't want his precious daughter suffering,

he reasoned; he was her father after all, and a father had had to take care of his little girll It was only right that he help her - It wasn't sexual, after all. More like a medical procedure, he was just applying medicine to where she needed it, right? So what if her soft, beautiful, breasts needed to be massaged? Heck, he might even enjoy it, playing with a nice pair of teenage breasts. He knew the truth though, buried in the dark recesses of his lecherous mind. he desperately wanted to fondle her, and this was the perfect opportunity. Anyway, Tiffany needed her breasts massaged by a pair of strong, masculine hands. Everything made perfect sense. Besides, he didn't want his wife to know, and Tiffany didn't want her mother to know about it either. He was convinced. 'What is the harm in a father helping out his daughter? he decided.

He nodded slowly and said simply, "OK, sweetheart."

"Yay!" Tiffany squealed, jumping up and down. "Thank you daddy!" she hugged him again and gave him another a kiss on the lips.

"So, how do we..., what do I...?" He stuttered.

"Here," Tiffany said, taking charge. She handed the lotion to her father. Her teacher's words repeated like a mantra in her head; play stupid, but stay smart and a boy with a boner is putty in your hands.

"Squeeze some lotion in your palma lot of it but warm it up before you put it on." Tiffany watched her father squeeze out a huge dollop of lotion in his hand. The bottle farted as it came out They smiled at each other.

"Excuse me," her father said. They giggled at his old joke.

Greg rubbed the lotion between his hands, warming it, so he wouldn't make his daughter uncomfortable. Tiffany began to unbutton the rest of her blouse. Her father watched, mesmerized. As the buttons were undone, more of her chest became visible. He saw the soft curves of her bosom. She popped the last button and her shirt fell open, exposing more of her breasts and her panty covered teenage pussy. He could almost see her nipples now. He tried not to stare at the prominent camel-toe in her panties. Tiffany shrugged her shirt off, it fell behind her in a heap.

Greg was in awe of his daughters breasts. They were better than

he imagined. They were the size of ripe apples, maybe a little

larger. Her areolas were a deep pink, almost red. They were fat,

elongated, puffy, bumpy and swollen. 'Perfect for sucking, he elongated, puffy, bumpy and swollen. 'Perfect for sucking, he thought. Her nipples were big, but not too big', he thought. They began to harden as he watched. They grew stiff.

"Well," Tiffany said, "are you going to massage them or not?"

Caught staring, Greg quickly recovered and said to his daughter, "I'm sorry Tiff, but they are very beautiful!"

"Thanks, Dad!" Tiffany smiled.

Greg held out his hands, reaching for his prize. He made contact with her flesh, he smeared the lotion over her nipples and breasts. Tiffany watched as her father zoned out, staring at her, groping his own daughter.

"Ohhh! Daddy, it feels good!" she said. "What big, strong hands he has, she thought.

"Am doing it right?" he asked. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No daddy, I'm fine. You can even do it harder!' She breathed deeply. "The book said you had to massage them hard enough to make the blood flow." Her daddy squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples under his thumbs. Tiffany looked down at his lap, but the book was still hiding her view of his cock. She wanted to know how hard she had made him. She had an idea to get rid of the book.

"Can sit on your lap, daddy." Tiffany asked, "My legs are getting tired; besides, you can massage them better that way." She reached for the book, but her father stopped her.

"Honey, I., you can't...," he didn't know how to tell his little princes that he had a massive hard-on. He was beginning to turn red.

"It's OK, daddy, I think know what the problem, I learned about it in school," she said. "You have an e-reck-shun, don't you?" She tried to act stupid but scholarly, wrinkling her eyebrows as if she was deep in thought.

He nodded slowly. He was caught.

"My teacher says it is no big deal and that it happens to men all the time, especially when they are around pretty girls," she grinned. "Do you think I'm pretty, daddy?" she asked mischievously.

He could only nod again.

"I know it is only normal, daddy," she said, reaching for the book. She picked it up and set in on the desk. She tried not to stare at his crotch, but she did see a big lump. Greg was thankful that his erection had withered just a bit, due to his embarrassment.

Tiffany quickly turned around and jumped up on his lap. She snuggled against her daddy, rubbing her bare back into his chest. "OK," she announced, "Do me some more!"

Greg had reached up to catch Tiffany, using his wrists so he would get lotion all over her. His hands cupped her breasts again. He began to massage her from behind. Her boobs so naturally fit in his palms. As if they were made for him to grope and massage.

"Ooooooh! This is much better!" Tiffany said, wiggling her ass, trying to feel his cock with her cheeks. Greg was in ecstasy. He groped, squeezed, and pinched her nipples. He milked her breasts with his fingers, he pushed and pulled. Tiffany ground her ass on his hardening cock.

"You are making my breasts feel so good, daddy!" Tiffany's breasts were tingling and throbbing, her pussy was juicing.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "I can feel your penis daddy," she said, rolling her ass on it. "It is so big and hard! I like it! Mmmmmml" she said, sliding her ass up and down on his hardness.

"I'm sorry, princess," he said, trying to make excuses. "It's just that... Tiffany cut him off.

"It's OK, daddy, I know it is because you think I'm pretty," she cooed. "Besides, daddy, I'm getting wet..., down there too..., it must be because you are so handsome."

Greg wanted to hump his little girl and thrust his hard cock against her ass while he groped her breasts. He wanted to suck her perfect little tits. He wanted to grab her pussy and finger-fuck her. He wanted to place her on the desk, throw her legs up in the air, and fuck her tight hole until she creamed all over his throbbing shaft. However, all he could do was say, "Oh, sweetheart!"

He felt like he was going to cum in his pants. He knew he had to

stop. Tiffany kept grinding gently on his cock. He squeezed,

pinched and rolled her nipples, for one long, glorious, and final

moment before he stopped and slowly pushed her off his lap.