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Vince Connor was an efficient, organized man. He managed a team of forty-six people at work, so he needed to be, and he always had detailed plans and calculations for any business decision. This attitude extended to his private life: he’d had specialized charts for his daughter Eleanor’s grades, showing the likelihood of success of her college applications if she continued on certain trends. He kept all their legal documents and medical records in labeled folders on the top shelves of his closet. And, of course, once he left for work, he never had to double back, because he never forgot anything.
Except today.
He was about ten minutes into his drive when he realized he’d left his lunchbox on the kitchen counter. With a groan, he considered leaving it and just buying something from a truck near his office, but he didn’t want to upset Eleanor. She was meant to go to university a couple of months ago, but even though she’d gotten into a pretty good college the next state over, she started to have debilitating migraines almost as soon as her final high school exam ended, and both she and Vince decided she should take a year off to try and figure out what was wrong. A new treatment had been working wonders, but she was still taking it easy, and mostly helped out around the house – which included making lunch for her dad.
Vince turned around at the first opportunity. Even though she was unlikely to actually be sad about the abandoned lunch, he’d feel bad about it. It was nice to be taken care of, for once. Plus, he liked her cooking.
As usual, he opened the front door quietly and did his best not to make a sound as he tiptoed through the entrance. If he couldn’t hear music playing, Ellie might be in the throes of a migraine, and any noise could make it so much worse. He only needed to dash through the living room, into the kitchen, grab the lunchbox, and get out.
And he would have done just that, if he hadn’t been frozen to the spot by the sight of his daughter playing with her pussy.
She’d never walked in on him masturbating, and he’d never walked in on her, but his instinctive reaction would have been to quickly avert his eyes, apologize, and give her time to fix her clothes before he returned. In this case, however, his instinct tripped up at the sight of her huge, throbbing clit.
He hadn’t seen his daughter naked in a long time, but he was sure he would have noticed if her clit had been particularly big. Now, he secretly watched Ellie flick it from side to side, then squeeze it between her two pointer fingers as she massaged her pussy lips. It was around two-thirds as long as a little finger, the pink head peeking out from under a heavy hood, the whole clit hanging down under its own weight. Even from across the room, he could see it pulsate as Ellie involuntarily tightened her vagina to the rhythm of her pleasure. It looked like a tiny cock.
Eleanor seemed liked she was exploring it more than out to orgasm, but touching herself like this was more akin to teasing, and she let out a lustful sigh that snapped Vince out of his trance. Quickly, thankful she hadn’t looked up from her cunt to spot him, he crept away and took the long way around the house to reach the kitchen, where he grabbed his lunchbox and hurried out.
His heart was in his throat the whole drive to work, and throughout the day, he found himself unable to concentrate on his job, to the extent that his colleagues made a couple of light-hearted comments about his head being in the clouds. Vince just laughed along. He’d never be able to tell them the reason he kept losing focus was his teenage daughter’s pussy and her large twitching clit. He could practically feel it pulsate under his fingers, and though he tried to chase that thought away, he couldn’t leave his desk for fear of showing everyone in the office the painfully hard cock tenting the front of his slacks.
On the drive home, he reasoned with himself that although his arousal was embarrassing, it was unrelated to Eleanor being his daughter. He had sex infrequently, but that didn’t make him want it any less, and the thought of an oversized clitoris just hadn’t crossed his mind before, the novelty a shock to his senses. He wondered if a bigger size meant more sensitivity, and whether it made her hornier. There was something undeniably, absurdly hot about a woman’s arousal being so visible, her fuckbutton being so easy to play with. How could she keep her hands off it?
Vince was glad Ellie had gone out with friends that evening, because his cock had only stiffened more, fueled by his thoughts, and he rushed to the living room to sit where he’d seen her that morning, hopping out of his pants and shoving the crotch of his boxers aside to free his stiff cock.
The fabric of the couch was pleasantly warm, and it made him very aware of the fact that Ellie had been seated right there while she toyed with her big teen clit. Remembering his daughter in those terms made Vince’s cock twitch, and he unconsciously started to imagine the slippery texture of her cunt under his fingers, replacing the real sensation of his pre-slicked prick with that of Ellie’s own girl-cocklet, growing harder with each tug and flick until it jutted out from between her mouth-watering pussy lips.
Vince moaned and stroked his meat, wondering about the smell of his daughter’s slit, the taste of her, and not quite able to picture it. What he could imagine was having that almost finger-sized clit throbbing in front of his face, flexing between his lips as her sweet fuckhole drooled honey onto his chin. He’d never thought of her this way, but something about the evidence of her arousal and sexuality being so prominent obsessed him. He imagined how she’d continued to play with herself after he’d left, unable to get herself off without stroking her oversized clitoris like a man would, while remaining utterly feminine and fuckable. He wanted to nudge her tool with his own, cover each other’s tips with pre and wetness, nestle his eager glans into her cunt –
Vince’s body stiffened up and he squirted sperm all over his hand, shots splattering his chest. The release was just what he needed, and he sank into the cushions, softening shaft still hanging out the leg hole of his boxers, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. Blowing his load cleared his head, and he was able to actually think straight for the first time since that morning, which made him wonder – why was Ellie’s clit so big? Was it just natural? Or –
The migraines.
Quickly tucking his dick back in his underwear, Vince scrambled for his discarded pants and took his phone out of his pocket. He hadn’t been able to accompany Eleanor to all of her doctor’s appointments, but since she was over eighteen, he figured he could let her handle things by herself, and she’d opted for testosterone pellet therapy. He’d been concerned, at first, worried it was some kind of steroid that would alter her in unpredictable ways, but he hadn’t seen any negative changes, so he hadn’t thought too much about it. Now, he searched up the side effects of this kind of treatment, and there it was. Among other potential developments, the page included clitoral growth and heightened libido.
He was embarrassed to feel the heat of arousal in the pit of his stomach again, but he couldn’t help it. He pictured his daughter reading the list of side effects, looking at those lines, and biting her lip, turned on by the thought of turning her tiny fuckbutton into a miniature dong, hurrying to agree to the treatment with the hope that she would become as horned-up as a boy her own age.
Just as fast, Vince scolded himself. What if the side-effects were unwanted and she was confused, maybe regretful? He had to ask – but he couldn’t imagine she’d volunteer the information directly. Their family wasn’t particularly conservative, but he found it too awkward to discuss sexual things with her, and she never brought those topics up to him, either. Unbidden, a thought popped into his mind, and the familiar warmth deep in his gut returned.
He’d have to walk in on her again.
Idly, he reached down to the right leg hole of his boxers and started playing with his hardening dick. It made sense, right? He was a practical guy, and he didn’t want to waste time with uncomfortable conversations that may not lead anywhere. If he walked in on her touching herself, he had the perfect excuse to bring up her big, throbbing clit. It’d be like ripping off a bandaid. If it also meant he got another good look at his daughter masturbating, well, that couldn’t be helped.
The next day, he called in to ask to work from home, and headed out to the garage with his laptop. He’d converted half the room into an office, with big windows to let in the morning sun, and he knew he could stay there undetected until he decided to go back into the house itself. Ellie had returned home pretty late, so she was likely to sleep in. If she was anything like her dad when he was her age, she’d probably stir around eleven and go downstairs for something to eat. Afterwards, bored, her fingers would creep into her panties, and…
Vince physically shook his head and opened up his computer. If he started thinking about his baby girl touching her pussy, he’d never be able to get any work done – and, more importantly, it was obviously wrong to picture her that way. He didn’t feel particularly guilty about having jacked off to the image yesterday, because Eleanor would never know and nobody else would, either, so there was no harm done, but it had to stop now. He was staying in today to help her, not himself.
That’s what he kept repeating hours later, as he crept through the garage. From his office, he could hear movement in the house, and pinpoint where Eleanor was at any given time. After he heard her make her way out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, he paused his work and waited. When he heard her move into the living room, he made his move and quietly re-entered the house. Ellie could have touched herself in bed, but he had a feeling she’d taken a liking to doing it on the old couch, and when he peered through the open door, he saw that he was right – and that he was just in time.
Eleanor stood in front of the full-length mirror in a corner of the room, looking at herself in a white, light knitted dress – which Vince had always strongly hinted he preferred she didn’t wear outdoors, given how little it left to the imagination. Now, the way her bare skin was visible through the gaps in the knitwear made his mouth feel dry, as he imagined his sensitive fingertips poking through the holes to touch her belly, her back, the curve of her plump teen ass. He was trying to dismiss those thoughts when his daughter turned to her side, still watching herself, and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her large, erect clitoris.
Vince had to stop himself from gasping at the sight, at the detail of the fabric catching on the tip of his daughter's twitching girldick. It was even hotter than he remembered, and from his hiding spot, he massaged his hardening cock as Ellie tentatively pressed down on her pubic mound. This made her clit shift up, pulsing like it had a mind of its own, and Eleanor’s thighs trembled while she kept making it jump. Vince guessed she was clenching and releasing her cunt, and that made him think of the hot, wet, gripping tunnel of his daughter’s vagina. Immediately, he felt the phantom sensation of his fingers being sucked off by an eager pussy, the delicious embrace of a fuckpocket wrapped around his throbbing cock.
His hand flew to cover his mouth and stifle any noise, and he had to stop groping his growing erection through his pants to avoid giving himself away. He could walk in any minute now. His daughter's cunt was bare and exposed, just the way he needed for his excuse to work.
But, well, he'd already waited this long. He could wait another couple of seconds. Just to see what happened next.
Ellie's fingers made their way to her crotch, where they hesitantly touched the stiff clit. After a moment's hesitation, she gripped it between her thumb and forefinger, and under her dad's amazed eyes, began jerking it off like a little dick, the pink head disappearing under the hood on the downstroke the way a cockhead would be covered by stretched foreskin.
Vince watched, enthralled, and every time Ellie moaned and jerked off her massive clit, he felt his own cock pulse with desire. He and his daughter could literally sit side by side on the living room couch and pull on their meat, which was so unbearably hot it shocked him back to the present –
This was his kid . He hadn’t chosen to sit back and walk in on her for purely selfless reasons, sure, but there was clear difference between finding a concept sexy and looking at his own flesh and blood with this much lust in his heart – and between his legs. He pinched the tip of his dick to make his hard-on flag, though even this drastic measure took a while to really affect him, did his best to clear his mind, and wandered into the living room as casually as he could.
Eleanor was mid-moan when she spotted him and squealed, ‘Dad!,’ which made the word come out in a high-pitched, sultry tone than made the blood flow to Vince’s dick. Thankfully, he reacted like any father would have, and just let out a surprised gasp before retreating back to the hallway, loudly, repeatedly apologizing.
‘I thought you were at work!’ Ellie said from the living room. He voice sounded a little strained, and though Vince thought it was due to her recent arousal, he realized it was too watery for that, like the surprise and embarrassment of his walking in on her might have brought her to tears. Instantly, his remaining horniness turned to nausea. He hated to think he’d upset her. She was usually so easy-going, he figured she’d be able to brush this off.
‘I got a call saying they’re doing maintenance, so I’m working from home today,’ he lied. ‘I didn’t want to wake you up, so I’ve been out in the office by the garage. I was going to ask if you wanted pizza. I’m sorry, sweetheart.’ She didn’t say anything, so he cleared his throat and continued: ‘I’ll leave you be for a little while, okay? Don’t be embarrassed, honey. It’s hard to keep your hands out of your pants at your age. I remember.’
‘Oh my God, dad,’ she said, and he was relieved to hear her chuckle, even though he also heard her sniffle. ‘Yeah, uh, I’ll have half a pie with you. Just the usual.’
The unspoken promise was that they’d be able to talk during lunch, and though Vince knew Ellie would rather they both ignore what just happened, he wouldn’t give up on his plan now. Maybe the reason why she’d been upset in the first place was linked to insecurity over her clitoris. He had to know.
About thirty minutes later, Vince answered the door to pick up the delivered pizza, and carried the box into the kitchen, where he found his daughter sitting at the counter, playing on her phone. She’d changed from her dress into a t-shirt and sweatpants, probably to feel less exposed, and Vince felt a surge of love for his little girl. She’d always be his baby, and that only made him more guilty for his irrepressibly horny thoughts. He wasn’t going to succumb to them anymore, he decided. No way.
‘Hey, girlie,’ he said, putting the box down in front of her and opening it. The pizza was split down the middle, half pepperoni for him, half chicken barbeque for her. ‘Hot out of the oven.’
‘Thanks.’ Eleanor grabbed a slice and took a generous bite. She was a grown woman, but there was still something tomboyish and silly about her, which activated Vince’s protective instincts. Watching her stretch the cheese between her clenched teeth and the remainder of the slice, those instincts were working overtime. She was still a kid, bound to be confused. ‘If you’re gonna get takeout for lunch when you work from home, maybe you should do it more often.’
‘I’ll send your feedback to my boss.’ He took a slice of his own and chewed thoughtfully, thinking over his words. ‘Listen, Els, I’m sorry about what happened earlier, and I won’t bring it up anymore after this, but I… uh, I need to ask you something.’
Eleanor swallowed her mouthful, licked her plump lips nervously, and nodded. Vince coughed.
‘Well, uh, I didn’t exactly – have a lot of time to look , obviously. But I was a little surprised at how, um, how big you are, downstairs.’ He needed to be specific, and it was easier to just spit it out than to prolong this torturous preamble. ‘Your clitoris, I mean. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, there’s all sorts of shapes and sizes and that’s completely normal, but I thought it may be a side-effect of your new meds, and I just wanted – well, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.’
His face felt hot, and he knew he had to be blushing. His eyes lifted from his plate to look at Eleanor, and she met his gaze for a moment before looking down again. She sighed, and tentatively began to reply:
‘It… oh my God – it is something that happened because of the pellets. And I guess it, like, makes sense, right? Because it’s basically a low dose of steroids. But I don’t look like those female bodybuilders you see on TV or whatever. I’ve just had a lot of growth down there. Like, a lot . And, um, I wasn’t sure what to do about it, because this whole situation’s been amazing for my migraines, you know? But I don’t know if it’s – bad for me, or something, and…’
She trailed off, and Vince visibly saw her blush become more intense the longer she spoke. He asked, ‘have you mentioned it to the doctor?’
Eleanor shook her head. ‘I can’t . It’s just – it’s so embarrassing! Ugh. And it’s not like I’ve got anything to compare it to.’ She paused, briefly, then seemed to think she might as well be honest given the candor of the conversation. ‘I mean, I’ve looked at girls in porn, but that’s not really, like, a realistic sample, right?’
‘If you thought it was, you’re going to be disappointed by what men look like in real life,’ Vince joked.
Ellie didn’t laugh. She still seemed deeply in thought. She turned on the barstool she was sitting on, to swing her legs to the side, kicking them a couple of times. Then, she murmured:
‘Could you, um, could you look and tell me if it’s – if it doesn’t look too wrong ?’
Vince blinked, unsure he’d heard correctly, and immediately fighting an internal battle with the lustful part of himself that had fixated on his daughter’s pussy. Heart beating fast, he said, ‘I – I can, of course, but – are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to see a doctor, Els? We can find you a female gyno if it’s less awkward. I mean, we probably need to find you one anyway, at your age –’
‘No,’ Ellie replied, firmly. She stood up, and touched the edge of her t-shirt as she spoke, clearly stressed out. ‘Like, yeah, eventually. But I just wanna know if I look okay. I don’t – I’m scared I’m some kind of – freak now –’
‘Hey, no,’ Vince got to his feet and hugged her, impulsively. Holding her small, warm, lithe frame against his, he spoke from the heart. ‘You could never be a freak, baby. I promise. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if it’ll make you feel better, you can show me, and I swear I’ll tell you exactly what I think, and it won’t be bad. Okay?’
He felt her nod against his chest, and when he let her go, she had a small, shy smile on her face. He wasn’t used to her being like this, so unlike her confident self, and he chastised himself internally for how badly he’d always handled things around her growing body. He did his best to be a progressive kind of dad, but it was a fact that her puberty was a mystery to him, and he’d largely relied on his sister to help Ellie shop for bras or get the 411 on periods. Had he fostered shame in her, without meaning to?
These complex, negative thoughts were put on hold for now, as he watched his daughter pull down her sweatpants. She went to the couch – the same one Vince had seen her masturbate on twice – and waited for him to come closer before she spread her legs. She wore panties, which had ridden up between her ass cheeks to expose the creamy expanse of her thighs, and even though her cunt was covered with a strip of fabric, Vince could see the bump of her engorged clit poking against it from inside. It was a powerfully erotic sight, and he had to very consciously remind himself he was trying to comfort his beloved daughter.
Still, when she pulled the bottom of her underwear to the side and lightly spread her shaved pussy lips apart by pressing down either side of her wonderfully suckable labia, pushing her freshly bared clit, he felt his fuckstick throb.
He knelt in front of the couch, making sure to keep a respectable distance from his child. This was the closest sight he’d had of the clit he’d been fantasizing about for two days now, and it was even better than he’d thought. It really did look surprisingly similar to a small penis, in structure, down to the cockhead-like shape of the glans, which he was surprised he could see with Ellie’s clit in its resting state. It was the perfect size and shape to nurse on, and from this angle, he could also clearly see the mouth of her cunt beckoning him closer. It was a honeypot in every sense of the word, and he could even see the glimmer of the wet, pink inside.
‘What do you think?’ Eleanor asked, quietly, snapping Vince out of his trance.
‘I think you look perfect, honey,’ he replied, honestly, meeting her eyes to show his sincerity – and stave off the erection growing in his pants. He was so close that if he concentrated, he was sure he’d be able to smell her sex, and then he’d be stiff for sure.
Ellie still looked unsure. ‘Do you think that guys’ll find it gross?’
The question almost made Vince burst out laughing. He had the evidence of how absolutely not “gross” his daughter’s pussy was right between his legs, but there was no way he could say as much. A final, gratuitous glance down at her pretty vulva made his balls tighten and his dick throb: she held her lips clearly spread, and her clit fucking twitched like it had a mind of its own, inviting fingers and lips – and with the effect of making the mouth of her cunt practically pant, thirsty for prick. He wanted nothing more than to slide his tongue into her fuckhole and taste her sweet nectar, feel the muscles of her twat constrict around him. It made him both impossibly horny and guilty.
‘If a man finds any part of you “gross,” he’s not worth your time, and he doesn’t like women. That counts double for your vagina. I promise.’
She laughed. Vince patted Ellie’s knee reassuringly, and carefully turned his back to her as he was standing up to conceal his boner from her, painfully hard and trapped in his slacks. He walked to the kitchen while she redressed, doing his best to look natural, and made them both coffee while he calmed his cock down with physical means and self-chastizing thoughts. She was his kid . What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, but one look at his hard-on, and he’d traumatize her for life. She wouldn’t trust him again, not like this, not to the extent that she’d display her mouth-watering slit inches from his face and ask him to comment on it.
‘Sorry if that was too weird, dad,’ Eleanor called from the table, where she’d returned to keep eating her part of the pizza. ‘I wasn’t really, um, thinking about how it’d look. Or how it’d feel for you.’
‘It’s fine, honey. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.’ He came back with two steaming mugs, set one down in front of her, and took his seat. His erection had mostly waned, and he’d tucked his dick into his waistband for extra security. ‘That’s the main thing actually. The way it looks is one thing, but does your… clitoris bother you in other ways at all?’
Primed for arousal, even saying those words out loud made Vince a little horny, but he managed to keep it under control with his genuine concern for her wellbeing. Ellie hesitated, nibbling another slice of pizza, then said, ‘Well… when it was growing, it kind of hurt a little. Like, I’d sit and it’d move funny and like, ouch . That’s stopped now, ‘cause I think it’s as big as it’s gonna get, but… ugh, it’s so embarrassing!’
‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.’
‘I do want to, though, ‘cause it’s hard not telling anybody. But it’s like, well – you’re my dad, it’s awkward.’ She sighed, tapping her fingers on the side of her mug. ‘Okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but it’s still, like, really sensitive. Like, a lot. Way more than it used to be, and was already pretty sensitive. In a good way. And it’s such a distraction, ‘cause I wanna get myself ready for college next year, or try to get a job or something, but all I wanna do is…’
She trailed off, and Vince was fighting his own mind to stop the images of his little girl frantically, compulsively tugging on her cock-like clit, writhing in pleasure and moaning without restriction. If she was anything like her mother had been, she’d lose all control if a man worshiped her clit the way he longed to. He cleared his throat, and gently supplied:
‘... all you want to do is what I walked in on you doing earlier?’
Unable to look at him in the face, cheeks bright red, Eleanor nodded. ‘God, it’s so cringe.’
Vince snorted. ‘Els, it’s not unusual, honestly. How do you think I felt when I was your age?’
‘Dad!’ she gasped, laughing.
Even though talking about these things still undeniably felt weird, it was a relief to actually have it all out in the open, and in its own strange way, it made Vince feel closer to his daughter. He wanted to help her. And with that in mind, he said, ‘You can’t be the first girl to be going through something like this. I get that you don’t want to bring it up with your doctor yet, but maybe there’s some kind of cream we could get that’d at least make you less, uh, responsive down there. I could look online if you want.’
‘Yeah? That’d be awesome, actually. Thanks.’ Ellie smiled. ‘I can’t believe I hid it from you for so long. It’s such a relief.’
‘We’ll find you something. It’ll be okay.’
Although they both felt pretty stilted, they managed a little regular conversation while they finished lunch, and afterwards, Vince retreated to his home office. He’d intended to continue working for the rest of the day and research what he’d promised Ellie in the evening, but his whole body was still buzzing from the up-close and personal encounter he’d had with her pussy, and the image of her twitching goliath clit wouldn’t leave his mind. Leaning back from his work laptop, he grabbed his phone. If he couldn’t focus on his job, he might as well do something useful.
The empty Google search bar blinked at him. He wasn’t sure where to start, but tapping in “big clit cream” seemed as good as any other terms, so he wrote out the words and pressed search.
Instantly, his screen filled up with results, which seemed promising, and a quick skim showed him that a huge number of women were talking about the exact same thing that was happening to his daughter. Only, they weren’t discussing creams that would numb their genitalia.
They were talking about ways to make their growing clits bigger .
Vince leaned over his phone, instantly entranced, and browsed post after post detailing elaborate routines of medications, pumps, and tugging regimens meant to encourage their fuckbuttons to expand. Breathless testimonies expounded the joys of big throbbing clits, which stirred in their panties several times a day for attention, and how fascinated their sexual partners were with lavishing their new girldicks with attention. How the expanded organ even made getting fucked better, the screamingly sensitive inner parts of the clitoris massaged by the steady rhythm of a thick cock pounding their holes.
By the time he’d finished going down this rabbit hole, two hours had gone by. Vince was in a lustful daze, his cock pulsing needily in his pants, a spot wet with precum spreading where his dickhead strained against his clothes. He’d absently been massaging his hard-on while he read, coaxing horny slick out the tip, and now, he was at a crossroads.
Despite his hidden passion for his daughter’s gorgeous meaty clit, he really had intended to find a solution to temper the intensity of her arousal. At least, that’s what he told himself. Now, faced with a whole universe of possibilities, a base side he didn’t even know he had was clamoring to be heard.
By Ellie’s own admission, her larger clitoris brought her more pleasure than before. Sure, she was spending a lot of her time playing with herself, but that’d come under control once she had more to do than idling her days away at home, waiting for her studies to start.
What if her dicklet could become even bigger?
The prospect made a squirt of prefuck shoot from Vince’s prick, and he let out of a quiet groan. This was his daughter . She wanted him to help her be less horny, not more – and yet the thought of tricking her into a loop of clitoral growth and masturbation was so hot it made him see stars. In a funny sort of fugue state, he pulled a sheet of paper closer and jotted down some basic information and calculations based on what he’d just learned. Eleanor had already had significant results, but a little extra help could probably make her size increase by a whole inch. At least. Over three inches of clit, total.
Fuck .
Somewhere between jerking himself to an explosive orgasm and hurrying to finish his work tasks for the day, Vince found the time to place a significant order on one of the websites recommended by the pages he’d visited, and less than a week later, he was knocking on Eleanor’s door with a small tub of cream in hand.
When told him to come in, he found her lying in her bean bag chair, midway through a book from her future degree’s recommended reading list, and even knowing what he was about to do, Vince felt real pride in his clever child. The irrepressible sexual feelings that had been awakened in him and his paternal love coexisted without conflict, for now, and in truth, the part of him that cooked up the scheme to get Ellie to grow her clit wasn’t caused by his brain or his heart. It was an entirely cock-based thought.
‘Hey, Els, how’s the bookworming?’
‘Pretty good! I mean, if I’m taking a year out, I might as well get a running start when classes begin, right?’ She folded the top corner of the page she was on, and set the book aside. ‘What’s up?’
Vince showed her the tub. The package containing the cream and a few other items had arrived that morning, at his job, and he’d taken this lunch break to decant the substance from its branded tube into this unlabelled container, so Eleanor wouldn’t realize it was actually another form of topical testosterone. ‘I got you that cream we talked about. It might feel a little tingly, at first, but it’s supposed to help with the sensitivity if you rub it on your, uh, your clitoris.’
‘Oh! Oh, wow, I didn’t think you’d actually find any.’ She stood up and eagerly took the tub from his hands, opening the screw-on top to examine it. It looked like any other white skin cream, thick and unctuous. ‘Do I just – put it on there and that’s it?’
‘Yeah. I could watch you do it the first time to make sure you get it all over, if you want. I know it’s hard for you to see that area properly.’ Vince said it with practiced nonchalance, as he’d been planning the words out ever since he’d received the package that morning.
Eleanor hesitated, but before Vince could worry he’d said something that had irreparably damaged their relationship, she nodded. ‘Sure, that’s probably a good idea, if it’s not gonna make you uncomfortable.’
‘Not at all.’
Eleanor was wearing a cozy onesie, so when she’d shed that and her panties, she was left in nothing but her socks, her tight teen body on full display. The new knowledge of her supercharged arousal put her in a new light, and Vince pretended to look at his phone to distract himself from the perfect curves of his own flesh and blood. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, exposing her perfect little cunt. Her clit was noticeably smaller, which confused Vince for a second before he realized that the last time she’d shown him her pussy, she’d been turned on .
It was probably a regular response to having a man intently watching her cunt, so close he looked like he’d start performing cunnilingus any second. Probably. Or could it be that she’d popped a massive clit-boner at exhibiting herself in front of her own father? Either way, Vince’s pulse quickened, sending signals down to his cock and balls, and she hadn’t even started smearing the cream on yet.
‘It might be a little cold,’ he said, opening the tub for her and placing it at her side. Eleanor dipped her index and middle finger in the cream and gingerly touched it to her clit, flinching at the contact. ‘See?’
‘It’s not that bad. It’s just a, um, sensitive area, but that’s what this is gonna help with!’ With a quick smile at her dad, Ellie pressed her fingers to her nub and started massaging the cream in, flicking it from side to side and up and down as she spread the substance all over her growing clit – emphasis on growing , because with all the activity, she was getting an erection just as fast as her dear old father.
Crouched nearby, Vince watched her rub her pussy with perverse pleasure, fueled by the knowledge of the hormones penetrating the soft skin of her vulva, ready to work their magic on the gorgeous piece of meat between her legs. She’d only grow more fuckbrained, more obsessed with beating off, more responsive to her own touch – and that of others.
‘It’s tingling a little, like you said,’ she murmured, still touching herself. She didn’t let up for a second, and Vince had his eyes riveted on her movements, starting to hear the light squishing sounds of her pussy growing sloppy with girl drool.
‘You’ve covered yourself with the cream, honey. Didn’t miss a spot. Now, you need to keep rubbing it in until the tingling feeling stops, okay? Otherwise, it means it’s still on the surface of your skin.’
Eleanor nodded, and pressed her fingers harder against herself, which obscured her large clit entirely, and gave Vince the momentary distraction needed to see that she was, essentially, masturbating in front of her father under false pretenses. Her chest heaved with deep, quickened breaths, and he could see her thighs tighten as she rubbed circles on her clit and pussy lips, eyes closed and mouth tightly shut, blushing fiercely.
Fighting to keep his own arousal under control, Vince figured he’d tell her she’d done enough in a few seconds. For now, though, he just kept his hungry eyes glued to his daughter’s naked body. It was the last time this’d happen, after all. He wouldn’t push things further.
Even as he though this, a part of him knew it was a lie. This was just the beginning of their joint spiral into incestuous debauchery.
