This is part 2. For part 1, My Daughter’s Big Boobs.
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I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling as the digital clock on my nightstand flipped to 2:17 AM. Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sofia, her lips stretched around me and her eyes looking up with that mixture of innocence and lust that made my stomach twist with both shame and desire. The memory of her warm mouth, the weight of her breasts against my thighs and the way she’d swallowed and giggled afterward… It haunted me.
When I finally drifted off, I dreamed of her chestnut hair spilling across my lap, and woke up hard and aching. Rising from bed, I pulled on pants and a t-shirt, trying to prepare myself for facing Sofia. How would she act? What would I say?
She was at the stove when I entered the kitchen, wearing a tight pink tank top that did nothing to hide her curves. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she hummed as she flipped a pancake.
“Morning,” I said.
She turned, a blush instantly spreading across her cheeks. “Morning, Dad. I made breakfast for us.”
There was a shyness to her now, but also a new awareness. Her eyes lingered on my face a beat too long before darting away. She handed me my coffee with an innocent smile that warmed my heart. It was small things like these that I loved about my daughter. She was beautiful both inside and out.
“Sleep okay?” I asked.
“I slept deeply.” She slid pancakes onto my plate, biting her lower lip. “You?”
“Same.”
We ate in silence for a few moments. Every time she reached for the syrup or shifted in her chair, I found my eyes drawn to the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric. When she caught me looking, instead of being embarrassed, she smiled.
“I still feel kind of awkward with them,” she said suddenly, glancing down at her chest. “Like they’re always there, in the way.” But there was a sparkle in her eyes that hadn’t been there before, a confidence that was new.
“They’re perfect,” I said before I could stop myself. “You’re perfect, Sofia.”
Her blush deepened, but she looked pleased. “Thank you.”
*****
Later that afternoon, I was reading in the living room when Sofia appeared in the doorway. She’d changed into loose shorts and a different tank top, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders.
“Can we talk?” she asked, fidgeting with the hem of her top.
I set my book aside. “Of course.”
She sat beside me on the couch, closer than necessary. “About last night…” she began, then paused, gathering her courage. “I wanted to thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“For not making me feel ashamed. For making me feel beautiful.” She looked up at me through her lashes. “Most dads would have freaked out or gotten weird after something like that.”
I swallowed hard. “Sofia, I’ll always be there for you.”
“I know,” she said. “But it was more than that, wasn’t it?” Her hand found mine, fingers intertwining. “I liked making you feel good.”
“Well, you made me feel really good,” I told her, seeing her smile widen.
“I’ve been watching some stuff online,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Videos. There’s this thing some people do with… with big breasts.” She pulled her phone from her pocket and opened a browser window. “Have you ever tried this?”
On the screen, a woman with enormous breasts had a man’s cock nestled between them, sliding up and down as she squeezed them together.
“It’s called titty-fucking,” I said. “And yes, I’ve tried it.”
“Is it good?” Her eyes were wide, curious.
“It’s amazing,” I admitted. “One of the best feelings in the world with the right person.”
She giggled, scrolling to show me another video, this one more explicit, with the man thrusting hard between oiled breasts. I felt myself growing hard, unable to look away.
“I was thinking…” she said, setting her phone down and turning to face me fully. “Maybe we could try? I mean, I know the blowjob was supposed to be a one-time thing, but…” She bit her lip. “No one would ever know. It would just be between us.”
I hesitated, my conscience screaming at me to say no, to be the father she needed. But when I looked into her eyes, saw the pleading there, mixed with genuine curiosity and desire.
“Are you sure?” I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
“Uh-huh … I really want to.”
I looked at my beautiful daughter a bit longer, tucking her hair behind her ear, so I could see her face a bit better. She playfully lifted her tits, so I could see them as well. And then she grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit. I gently squeezed and we both exchanged a smile. “They’re really nice,” I said.
“So … would you like to have your hard penis nestled between them?” she asked innocently.
“I would love to,” I said, my responsibility crumbling instantly as if done by magic.
She rose to her feet eagerly, her tits jiggling. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
She disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom. I heard drawers opening and closing, followed by the sound of water running briefly. When she returned, she was carrying a small bottle of massage oil.
“Will this work?” she asked, holding it up.
I nodded as she settled herself between my legs on the floor. She reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, revealing her big breasts. They were high, round, the skin so pale it almost glowed, each crowned with a big, soft-pink areola and a pert, candy-pink nipple that stood up. And then it was the cleavage, so tight and sexy.
“Will you help me?” she asked softly. “Show me how to do it right? I’m not as experienced as you are.”
I reached for the bottle, squeezing oil into my palm. “Come closer,” I said.
She scooted forward as I unzipped my pants, freeing my already-hard cock. Her eyes widened at the sight, a small smile playing at her lips.
“First, we need to get you slippery,” I said, reaching out to massage the oil onto her breasts. She gasped at my touch, eyes fluttering closed as I worked the oil into her skin, making sure to cover every inch. Her flesh was soft, yielding under my hands, nipples hardening as my fingers brushed over them. It felt so nice to massage them, letting her tits spill over my hands.
“That feels nice,” she murmured.
When her breasts were glistening with oil, I guided her hands to them. “Now, hold them together,” I instructed, showing her how to press them from the sides to create a tight channel. “That’s it.”
I positioned my cock at the base of her cleavage, the head just visible between the soft mounds. “Now you just… slide them up and down.”
She nodded, her breath coming faster as she began to move, awkwardly at first, trying to find the right pressure and rhythm.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Just like that,” I groaned, unable to hold back my reaction. “God, that feels good.”
She smiled at my response, growing bolder with each titty stroke. Her initial nervousness gave way to concentration as she found a rhythm, sliding my cock between her breasts. The sight of my shaft disappearing into her cleavage, then emerging at the top, was almost too much to bear.
“You’re so big,” she giggled nervously, adjusting her grip to take more of me. “Is this right?”
“It’s perfect,” I said, fighting to keep my hips still.
She experimented with pressure, sometimes squeezing her breasts tighter, sometimes letting them bounce more freely. Each change in sensation drew a new sound from me, which seemed to delight her. She was learning what I liked in real time, watching my face for reactions.
“Does it feel good, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at me with those innocent eyes, even as she performed this most taboo act.
“You have no idea,” I groaned, watching my cock slide between her perfect tits. “You’re so talented.”
Her nipples occasionally brushed against my shaft, adding to the overwhelming sensation. The oil made everything slippery and warm, the sounds obscenely wet as she moved faster. My cock leaked precum, making the glide even smoother.
“I like watching you feel good,” she confessed, her voice husky. “The way your face changes, the sounds you make…”
She leaned down suddenly, pressing a kiss to the tip of my cock as it emerged from her cleavage. The unexpected touch made me jerk, a groan escaping my throat. She giggled, pleased with my reaction, and did it again, this time letting her tongue flick out to collect the bead of precum at the tip.
Each time she slid upward, the head of my cock popped free, only to disappear again as she pushed her breasts down, enveloping me in warm, yielding heaven.
“Like this, Daddy?” she asked again, her voice breathy, innocent curiosity mixing with growing heat. She squeezed tighter, her small hands pressing the outer swells inward, creating a perfect, snug tunnel. The pressure was exquisite: firm enough to grip every ridge and vein, yet so soft it felt like sinking into heated silk.
“A little slower… let me feel every inch.”
She obeyed instantly, slowing her movements to a deliberate glide. Up… the slick friction dragging along my length, her nipples brushing my lower stomach with each upward stroke, leaving faint trails of oil. Down… her breasts compressing around me, the weight of them folding over my shaft, the valley between them so deep and tight it stole my breath. The oil squelched softly with every motion, obscene and intimate, mixing with the wet sounds of her breathing.
Precum leaked steadily now, smearing across her skin, adding to the glossy sheen and making every slide smoother, hotter.
“You’re leaking so much,” she whispered in awe, watching a fresh bead well up at the tip as it emerged. She dipped her head and licked it clean, her tongue flat and warm against the sensitive head. Then she looked up at me through her lashes, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Does it feel better than the videos?” she asked, voice husky.
“Better than anything,” I groaned. “Your tits are perfect for this… so soft and so fucking full.”
Encouraged, she picked up speed again, her confidence blooming. She arched her back more, thrusting her chest forward to deepen the cleavage, letting my cock sink even further between them until only the head peeked out near her chin. Her ponytail swayed with the rhythm, strands sticking to her damp neck. Sweat and oil mingled on her skin, making her glow.
I couldn’t resist anymore. My hands found her shoulders, then slid down to cup the undersides of her breasts, helping her squeeze them tighter around me. Her flesh spilled over my fingers, warm and pliant, nipples rock-hard against my palms. I guided her movements now, thrusting gently upward to meet her downward strokes, fucking her tits in earnest.
The sensation built fast, hot, slick pressure enveloping me from base to tip, the visual of my thick shaft vanishing into that perfect valley over and over.
“Daddy… you’re so hard,” she moaned, squeezing even tighter. “I can feel you throbbing… pulsing between them.”
“I’m close,” I told her, voice strained. My balls tightened, the pressure coiling low and urgent. Then I thrust up hard one last time, burying myself deep in her cleavage. My orgasm crashed over me, thick, heavy ropes erupting from the tip, splattering across the tops of her breasts, painting creamy white streaks over her glistening skin. The first spurt hit her collarbone, the second streaked over one nipple, making it shine. More followed, coating her cleavage, dripping down the curves in slow, warm rivulets.
She kept moving through it, milking me with slow, firm strokes until every last drop was spent. When I finally stilled, panting, she released her breasts gently. They sprang free with a soft bounce, my cum clinging to them in sticky webs, pooling in the valley between.
Sofia looked down at the mess, then up at me with a shy, satisfied smile. She scooped a thick dollop with two fingers, brought it to her lips, and sucked them clean.
“Tastes… salty,” she said, blushing but clearly pleased. “But I like it.”
She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my still-twitching cock, then rested her cheek against my thigh, her oiled, cum-streaked breasts brushing my leg.
“Come here, give me a hug,” I said. She crawled up to my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her. “You’re fantastic.”
“I’m glad,” she said, smiling warmly against my chest.
To be continued.
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