The Vasectomy

SUMMARY: This is a complete work of fiction. This is Chapter Two of the saga about Danielle and her dad. It all started (in Chapter One) when she found herself trying to help her daddy relax right before he went in to have a vasectomy. But the next day, she finds herself extremely worked up and aroused, and tries to push him to let her do it again.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has seven chapters. All chapters have already been written, but I decided to release just a chapter or two at a time. Most likely, I will publish the remaining five chapters over the next few weeks. Each chapter is relatively short, which I did on purpose. I hope you enjoy this little story! Oh, and please excuse any typos you find along the way. I'm doing my best with a very limited schedule!

STORY:

Chapter Two.

My dad and I didn't talk about what happened at the birth control clinic at all that day. About the fact that I had, essentially, masturbated him. In fact, we more or less avoided each other. I could tell he had something on his mind about it, but he wasn't ready to talk. As for me, I didn't have the same conviction he seemed to have about what we had done. If anything, I would say that I had thoroughly enjoyed it. Way more than I would have suspected.

The following night, I decided that I wanted to bring it up. We needed to confront this and get it on the table. For the good of our little family. You know? After dinner, we both agreed to watch a movie together. But that really meant we were going to chat, even if he didn't know it yet.

And so, an hour later we were both sitting at opposite ends of the couch watching a mindless new action movie. My dad was drinking a beer, but as far as I could tell, he wasn't drunk. I decided it was as good a time as any to bring it up. "Daddy?" I called to him softly.

He turned toward me and sighed, then pointed the remote at the tv and paused the movie. Then he said, "Hmm?"

He was already suspicious about what I wanted to talk about. Oh well. I pushed on. "Are you upset with me?"

He frowned, leaning forward and setting his beer down on the table in front of the couch. Then he said, "Uh, not exactly, no."

"Are you upset about what I did, though?" I asked, prodding.

My dad picked up his beer again and took a drink. Uh oh. He was stalling for time. When he lowered it, he spoke without looking at me, "Yes and no."

"Explain," I said, feeling my heart thudding in my chest. I didn't want him to be upset about it.

He turned toward me and then said, "I shouldn't have let it happen."

Rolling my eyes at him, I said, "Yeah, but who cares? It's not like we had sex."

My dad groaned, falling back against the cushion. He put a hand on his forehead and then said, "I don't know. It's just... it's not right."

"Says who?" I asked, feeling frustrated. "I don't care. And this is just between you and me, right?"

"Well..." he said, his words trailing off as he thought about what to say.

I didn't let him get those thoughts to the surface as I added, "Daddy? I'm serious. You know I'm right."

Glancing at me, he sighed. Then he mumbled, "Whatever."

My frustration grew stronger and I started grinding my teeth, but I kept my mouth shut. For the next nearly fifteen minutes, neither of us spoke. He finished his beer and went to get another. As I sat there, my anger slowly dissipated and I realized that I wasn't actually upset with him. What I was... was horny. And I didn't have any problem with what we had done. In fact...

"Daddy?" I called to him again.

He looked at me like I had caught him in my headlights. "What?" he asked, sounding defensive.

I bit my lip. Hard. Then I blurted out, "Can I do it again?"

"DANIELLE!" my father's voice boomed as he shouted my name. He sat forward, nostrils flaring. He looked mad.

"What?" I asked, pulling my legs up to my chest and shrinking back from him. He deflated a little, the angry lines leaving his face. Then I said, "I'm sorry, but I just..." I looked away from him. And just like that, I felt my eyes brimming with tears. If this wasn't rejection, I didn't know what was.

Silence filled the room. I swear I could hear the second hand of a clock tick tick ticking. But we didn't have a clock in our house.

Dad was the first one to break the silence. He asked quietly, "You just... what?"

Wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands, I sniffled quietly. I hoped he didn't notice that I had tears. Without looking toward him, I whispered, "It's just that I got so turned on yesterday. Like a lot a lot."

"A lot?" he asked.

Nodding, I spoke barely above a whisper, "Yeah."

"Oh," was all he said, and then silence flooded the room once more.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more. Minutes had gone by and he hadn't said anything. He didn't give me any kind of acknowledgement to the fact that I had been incredibly aroused. But it dawned on me that he probably didn't realize that I had gotten so worked up, but without any kind of release. Or just didn't think about it, I guess. I decided to point it out to him.

"I never got off, you know," I said, tossing it out there like a grenade.

He grunted, then took a long swig of his beer. It was almost gone. Was that his second? Or his third? After what felt like an hour, although it was probably more like a minute, he turned toward me and then asked, "Well how is doing it again going to help you? I mean, you're talking about..."

"Masturbating you, yeah," I finished his sentence for him.

His eyes opened wide, briefly, and then he turned away. I saw color creeping up onto his cheeks. But then he nodded and repeated his question, "Yeah, so how is that going to help you?"

"Well," I started to tell him my thoughts, but hesitated. I was really pushing things here. Pushing boundaries that had been in place since the dawn of time. Boundaries that I had never agreed to, yet had always followed automatically. Isn't that the problem with this world? Nobody questions anything anymore. We just do what we're told, even if it's a lie. Drawing in a deep breath, I pushed through my nervousness and spit out the rest of what I wanted to say. "I thought that... maybe, if I... if I masturbate, like... at the same time?"

"Oh for the love of god," my dad said. Then he tipped his beer up and finished the rest of it. I didn't know how to respond to him, so I held my tongue as he stood up and headed to the kitchen. The one thought that kept skipping through my brain was that he didn't actually say "no".

A couple minutes later, he came back with another beer. He started drinking it and un-paused the movie. I didn't say a word but just sat there, stewing. I wasn't mad. I was upset, though. I felt... dejected. He didn't want me. But that was silly. What the fuck, Danielle? It's not like we were in a relationship. He's my father! And what happened yesterday was just a one-time fluke. A goddamn fluke. It wasn't even supposed to happen. And if my mom had been alive, she would have handled it for him and this never would have been a fucking issue.

I felt myself getting worked up, the more time I spent in my own head. But what was really odd was that, despite my frustration, I still felt the strong stirrings of arousal. My pussy was wet. It had been all day, honestly. And talking about this with my dad had only made my arousal stronger, despite his resistance. Fuck, I wanted him to at least return the favor. That seemed only fair. And then I remembered that he hadn't actually told me no. He never really answered my question.

So I pushed.

"Can I, daddy?" I asked, trying to use my little girl voice that always used to earn me a toy when we went to the store.

Sighing, he turned toward me, holding the beer in his hand. Then he asked, "You're fucking serious, aren't you?"

I bit my lip but nodded. "Yes," I whispered. I held his gaze, refusing to look away, even though I felt like he was scrutinizing the very nature of my soul.

Slowly, he lifted his beer to his lips once more and tilted it back, drinking nearly half the bottle in one go. When he lowered it, he had his eyes closed. I could hear him breathing rather heavily. And once again, I swear I could hear a clock ticking. In reality, it was probably my heartbeat. Finally, he uttered one, simple word, "Fine."

An explosion of excitement washed over me and I couldn't stop from clapping my hands happily. Mixed with that excitement was a fresh wave of arousal that felt euphoric. Not to mention it made my pussy feel like it had a heartbeat of its own. My dad looked at me wide-eyed and then cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat. His face started turning red. I think the gravity of what he had just agreed to was rapidly sinking in.

Suddenly feeling awkward, I didn't really know how to... get started. So I simply crawled across the couch toward him and propped myself up on my elbow, my legs sprawled along the couch. I could smell beer on his breath, but it wasn't strong and I didn't care. He cleared his throat again and then I watched as he quickly finished the rest of the bottle. Then he scooted forward off the couch and stood as he mumbled, "I'll be right back."

I stayed right where I was while he left the living room. First he headed down the hall and used the bathroom, which I thought was probably a good idea. On his way back, he stopped by the kitchen to get another beer. When he walked into the living room a few minutes later, he stood before me, staring down. His face looked pale. Clearing his throat again, he asked, "You sure about this?"

"Yes," I said with no hesitation.

He nodded as if he figured that would be my answer. Then, setting his beer down, he quickly unbuckled his pants and slid them down right in front of me. When he straightened, my eyes immediately zeroed in on his cock. His... very erect cock. Yet another wave of rippling pleasure washed over me, my body tingling in anticipation. I licked my lips instinctively. For five glorious seconds, I imagined myself diving forward and wrapping my lips around the beast that was pointing right at me. I felt like my vagina was gushing all over the couch, it felt so wet.

With a shake of my head, I wrenched my gaze away from his penis and looked up at his face. He was watching me stare at his penis, but when I stared into his eyes, he swallowed, then squeezed his shut. His body shuddered slightly. Then he turned and I got a view of his naked ass. It was firm and free of wrinkles. Leaning back, he sat down on the couch beside me and my attention was drawn once more to his penis, now less than a foot away from me.

"You're already hard, daddy," I stated the obvious.

He grunted and then said, "Yeah, well that's kinda your fault."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

Looking at me, he said, "Because you--never mind. Just... let's just get this over with."

Yeah. Enough chit chat. Putting all of my attention on the task before me, I adjusted myself a little to be more comfortable. I ended up lying on my side, leaning against his arm. I wanted to be able to use both my hands. Then I reached my right hand out and took hold of his cock.

Daddy made a hissing sound as he inhaled sharply and his penis immediately began to twitch as I held it. It was hot. Hotter than the day before, even. I started moving my hand up and down, stroking him, which produced an immediate response from him in the form of moaning. The skin of his penis felt surprisingly soft. Up and down, I continued my motion, letting my fingers and palm glide against his skin. Every time I reached the head, his breath caught. I purposely didn't stroke him very fast. I wanted this to last for a while.

My body seemed to be getting hotter the longer I masturbated him. It was erotic as hell. Never in a million years had I imagined this happening. But now that it was, it was like a fantasy come to life. Up and down, I slid my hand, eliciting more and more moans from him as his pleasure rose. I squirmed on the couch, unable to keep myself still. My crotch was getting wetter by the minute and my clit had started tingling. I felt like I was sweating.

Pushing myself up, I stopped stroking him for a second, out of breath. Jeez, this felt like I was running a marathon to be this winded. But I was insanely hot and could feel sweat dripping down my sides. Out of breath, I started tugging at my shirt. I wanted to take it off. As I started to lift it by the hem, I realized I didn't know how he would react to me suddenly being naked. Looking at him, I saw him staring at my stomach, where my hands were working on my shirt.

"Do you care if I take this off?" I asked, breathlessly.

He was already shaking his head before I finished my question. "Do whatever you want if it makes you happy," he said. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavily.

Wrenching my shirt off over my head, I tossed it to the floor and I heard him gasp. When I looked back at him, his eyes were transfixed on my chest. On my tits. My very bare, very naked breasts. I realized he hadn't seen me naked in years. Glancing down and admiring my own boobs for a few seconds, I hoisted them up with both hands and asked, "You like these?"

"They're fucking perfect," my dad exhaled, his voice pitched low. He sounded sexy. And aroused. Maybe even intoxicated.

Lying down again in the same position, I wrapped my hand around his cock once more, stroking it immediately. He started squirming on the couch, his breathing getting shallower and shallower. I didn't know how long he could last, and I really wanted to get off, too. So, without a word, I ran my free hand over my bare tits, gliding over my nipples and making them tingle, then down my body until I reached my sweatpants. Digging my hand inside, I went right for the gold, burying my fingers in the folds of my labia.

Then I started to masturbate. Myself and my father simultaneously. I did not expect the pleasure explosion that erupted a few seconds later. The stimulation was intense, both emotionally and physically. I couldn't help but stroke him faster. Up and down my fingers glided along his shaft. Simultaneously, I rubbed and stroked the lips of my pussy with my other hand. Liquid was indeed oozing out of my cunt, and everything down there was fucking soaked. My juice immediately drenched my fingers, giving them a nice, greasy coating. Sliding them up between my lips, I zeroed in on my clitoris and gently rubbed my finger back and forth across the top of it.

Explosions of pleasure erupted in my crotch, radiating outward and upward. I gasped, pressing my clit harder, rubbing it a little faster. My dad's breathing grew louder and I realized that I had sped up my stroking even faster. Both hands were trying to sync up, matching the other's speed. I realized in that moment that there was no way I could possibly slow this process down. I needed to have an orgasm. And if that meant daddy having one--

"I'm going to cum!" he announced, as if on cue. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were wide and he was staring at my breasts. He had his mouth open, gasping while I stroked him. His body was tense all over, I realized. Then he whispered, "I'm going to cum on your tits."

That sounded naughty hearing my dad say it like that. But god did I want him to! With a seductive grin, I said, "I know, daddy." Then I purposely pushed my chest toward him while aiming his cock toward them.

He was panting heavily, his muscles tensing even more. I felt him rise from the sofa a couple inches, straining. I stroked him faster. That's it, daddy.

"You want me to?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"Yessss!" I hissed at him, stroking him a little faster.

Meanwhile, my other hand was rubbing my clit frantically. The itch had sunk down inside of me and the only way to get to it was to mash it down harder. That meant my orgasm was going to be a big one, which didn't surprise me.

"God you're fucking naughty, Danielle!" my dad exclaimed.

Grinning at his cock while I continued whisking my hand up and down, considerably faster than when I started, I whispered, "I know."

Pleasure started pulsing between my legs. Oh god it was getting strong! I mashed down even harder with my fingertips, pressing into my clit. Rolling it round and round in circles, matching the speed that I was pumping my dad's cock, I felt my orgasm raging toward the surface. Here it comes! I pressed even harder against my clit, almost painfully. My mouth started opening. Faster I stroked daddy's penis.

"I'm about to cum, daddy," I whispered breathlessly.

"GAAAUHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!" he cried out wildly.

Then his cock started spewing his cum, all over my naked chest. Ropes of it made a swath back and forth across my tits. It wasn't just warm when it landed. It was hot. Searing hot. When I felt it paint my nipples, I cried out with pleasure. My body started shaking. Enraptured by the scene, I continued stroking my daddy's cock as fast as I could while he expelled ropes of cum. I kept my aim pointed right where it was. I wanted every drop of it to cover my chest. Over and over, he shot his spunk on me while I diddled myself and masturbated him.

"That's a lot of fucking cum, daddy," I heard myself say, sounding wicked even to my own ears.

Then my orgasm hit me like a shockwave. I grunted, my body trembling and then convulsing as it coursed through me. My hand instinctively gripped my father's cock tightly, and for a few seconds, I stopped stroking him. His cum continued to pump out from the tip, landing on my heaving breasts. Pleasure rolled outward from my pussy in waves. Rapid, pulsing waves. I kept mashing my finger into my clit, rolling it in circles while the pleasure consumed me. My chest was drenched with cum. Daddy's cum. I shuddered, unable to suppress it. And the waves of pleasure just kept flowing. I couldn't breathe, so I just held still. Still rolling my finger round and round against my clit, I felt my body shaking hard.

I resumed my stroking hand on daddy's cock just as his final load sprayed out of him. It landed on my left nipple, which sent another ripple of pleasure through my body, right between my legs. He was gasping for air, and so was I. Still stroking him while masturbating myself, I felt the pleasure slowly draining from me. No more cum was ejaculating from his cock. I slowed everything at once. My body convulsed as another wave of pleasure rolled through me, forcing my eyes to roll back in my head for a few seconds. I opened my mouth wide, but no sound came out. I was gasping.

Finally, my muscles gave up and I felt myself sink down into the couch and against my daddy's body. He didn't move. Neither of us moved. I still had my hand wrapped around his cock, but I wasn't stroking it anymore. It still felt hot beneath my fingers, though. The only noises in the room were our labored breathing. And my heartbeat, which was so loud in my ears, I assumed my dad could hear it, too.

Completely devoid of energy, I let my head fall sideways until it landed on his thigh. My hand was covered with cum, and so was my chest. I could still feel it dripping down the sides of my boobs. God I loved how it felt. I don't even know why.

Ten minutes went by as we both slowly calmed back down, getting our breathing under control. He was the first to speak after all that time. He whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What the fuck?" I said, pushing myself up using some energy reserves that were fueled by my sudden anger.

"What?" he asked, looking startled.

"Don't say you're fucking sorry," I scolded him. Then I went on, "I fucking begged you to let me do this. So you don't get to be sorry, or it's like I'm just a goddamn plaything that you just used."