Breakfast

You go down to breakfast, hoping the feelings from earlier will be gone. Definitely feeling a little calmer with your panties on, not feeling the cool air you had both wanted and feared at turns just moments earlier. But those hopes are quickly dashed as you see your father putting out bowls of oatmeal. As his eyes meet yours you feel a quick thrill in your pussy. His… gorgeous eyes. Fuck, no, you have to stop this! You regain your composure as he turns his back to wash his hands, but it was short lived as his gaze quickly returns to yours when he finishes. You're at least sitting now, taking the momentary reprieve to get yourself situated, so his penetrating gaze at least doesn’t knock you off your feet as you feel yourself cum a little. He's just looking for signs of illness, right? He can't suspect what's actually happening. You stifle a moan as his face adopts a concerned expression.

“You look hot, baby”

You nearly cum again. Did he really said that?

“Uh, what daddy?” You feel a thrill as you say 'daddy'. When was the last time you said daddy?

“I said are you feeling hot, baby? You look flushed!”

“Oh, uh, no, I’m okay. Sorry to worry you, dad! Thanks for making me breakfast!”

He turns away, obviously not fully satisfied but willing to wait for now. You look down on your oatmeal and take a bite. Fuck, there it is again! Your pussy is so wet and stimulated, and is it your imagination or does your oatmeal taste a little off? You take another bite and yes, there is something different there, but mm, it's good! Something musky and a little like… umami you guess? What does umami taste like? And oh god, you're somehow close to cumming again! You're just eating oatmeal, what the fuck!? And then, suddenly, your dad is beside her, touching your shoulder.

“Are you okay baby? Katherine?”

His touch sets off a chain reaction in you, and your pussy explodes, sending you into convulsions as the biggest orgasm you have ever had overtakes you, vibrations deep in your pussy driving delicious waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your father launches into action, grabbing you as you nearly fall off your chair and taking you to the car. You're nearly delirious with pleasure as your pussy continues vibrating and cumming. And you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed as you vaguely realize, through the orgasmic haze, that you're squirting and absolutely soaking your panties.

Your father drives quickly to the local emergency room, his worried hand on your knee as your overstimulated pussy stays on edge. It's not… it's not from his touch, is it? You feel so embarrassed with wet panties and for basically being sent to the emergency room for cumming too much, but you have to admit you're pretty debilitated. And his hand feels so nice on your bare knee… fuck, no, stop thinking things like that! It's clearly unrelated. Luckily your father has a friend that works in the emergency room and so it's only a few minutes before you're called back. And despite wanting to accompany you, at your request your father stays in the waiting room.

Your father’s friend sees you very quickly after the nurse does the intake. He was, you noticed for the first time, a very handsome man. Though, you also notice that there was no thrill in your pussy. This is the calmest your body has been since you've woken up. Curiouser and curiouser.

“Hello, Katherine! Sorry we had to see you here today. The nurse told me you were feeling hot and then ended up with seizures at breakfast? Does that sound right?”

“Hi Dr. Fleisman! Uh, well, kinda?”

“Kinda? Please let me know if anything is wrong there, Katherine. We need to know exactly what happened if we’re to help you out.”

“Okay, yeah, I’m sorry Dr. Fleisman. It’s just a little embarrassing? I, well, I’ve been feeling this.. Vibration in my, uh.. vagina? Around my.. um... clitorus. It started this morning and got really intense at breakfast and, well, I didn't so much have a seizure as, well… came really hard and it wouldn’t stop and oh god, I’m sorry! Sorry, it sounds so dumb...”

“Katherine, please, don’t worry! It’s totally natural that sometimes our bodies betray us! Especially at your age things like this can happen. Okay, so, you’ve been having this feeling all morning, do you know if it’s connected to anything in particular?”

Your mind flashes to your dad’s voice and you're dad’s hand on your shoulder and then your thigh in the car and… fuck, you can’t tell him that!

“Uh, well, nothing specific but uh, I did notice my oatmeal tasted a bit off this morning?”

“Oatmeal, huh? Well, I can’t say that it sounds like it covers everything but how about you stay away from oats for a while, see if it improves anything. And at this age it’s not unusual to, uh, discover new things about yourself, sexually. So maybe pay attention to any triggers when you get this feeling, it may help to see if there’s a new focus. And, hmm, when’s the last time you masturbated?”

Katherine felt a little odd about this but, well, he was a doctor!

“Uh, last night I guess?”

“Hmm, okay. Well, that is one theory down. But I do want you to be careful and try masturbating when you feel this again, if it’s appropriate. It might be that you were a little… pent up, and that’s why this morning was so intense. Maybe not, since it was just last night, but still, give it a shot. Sometimes masturbating to the triggering fantasy can really help relieve your tension. Okay, so, try that, and no more oats. How are you feeling now, by the way?”

“Oh, uh, I feel okay, actually. I’ve been feeling better since we got to the ER.”

“Okay, that’s something. Alright, I’m going to write you a doctor’s note, stay home today and get some rest, I’m sure your father can call out and give you some attention today. So remember, pay attention to any triggers, try and relieve yourself if you do, and stay away from oats. Sound doable?”

You nod while your thoughts flew. What if the new trigger is your daddy… uh, your father? Will masturbating to him really help? That doesn’t seem right but well, he is the doctor. Maybe worth a try? And maybe that isn’t the trigger at all! It could totally be a coincidence. You thank Dr. Fleisman and gather your things to meet your father in the waiting room and… oh fuck, there it is again. Though, it feels like you're getting used to it? That's something. You barely broke your stride as you see your father and your pussy gets wet. Not that you can really tell given how soaked your panties are at this point but, well, you can tell. And fuck, maybe you do need some release.

The ride home is a little awkward, you don’t want to tell your father quite everything about the meeting but you do tell him Dr. Fleisman said that you may have been feeling pent up stress and for you to get bed rest today and to avoid oats.

He nods and says that he will take off and take care of her today, and that you should go up to your room and rest when you get home. You agree, a little worried about the him staying home part but you can't very well convince him it's a good idea to leave you alone after this morning. And as soon as you get home you quickly get yourself upstairs and lock yourself in your room.

Fuck your pussy is wet! You held it together well in the car but dear lord you are so fucking horny! Your pussy has been on fire the whole time you were in the car with your daddy. Mm, and there's that word again. Your daddy's strong arms, having carried you to the car, his gorgeous eyes, those sexy hands... Dr. Fleisman had said that you should masturbate to your trigger, so, well, maybe it would be worth a shot?

It feels so weird as you strip, dropping you panties with a wet splat, and your hand finds your soaking pussy. Should you really be doing this? You sit down on your bed and thoughts of your father fly through your head as you flick your clit. Oh god, but it feels so good! You stop touching you clit, letting your fingers circle your twitching hole, savoring the feel of your own excitement as you think about your daddy watching you. The thoughts that this is wrong are losing as you push two fingers into your sopping pussy and you think about your dad’s hand on your knee in the car, as you think about your daddy’s hand touching your pussy and.. FUCK! Fuck that was good! You buck your hips and cum, feeling yourself squirt a little yet again into your hand as you continue to fuck yourself, thinking of how it would feel to have your daddy’s hand in you instead. Fuck fuck FUCK it's good!

And just then you have a thought: what about your ass? At first it seems like the thought came from somewhere else, like you had heard something say ‘anal’, but that was clearly just your mind playing tricks on you. And it's clear how much your body wants it, you've never fooled around with your ass before but damn if it doesn’t sound good right now, your pussy is vibrating with so much desire! As you're coming down from the last orgasm you let your hand travel down to your ass as your other hand takes its place at your pussy and oh damn is that good! Your pussy juices make your finger nice and slick and you push a single digit into your ass and oh wow, yeah, that is amazing! Weird again but really good somehow? And then the face of your daddy comes back to your mind and oh god yes, what if his face was down there? You can almost hear him, whispering to you about what a delicious pussy you have while he licks you and it is his hand exploring your ass and oh god OH GOD OH GOOOODDD!!!!!

You cum harder than you ever have before, bucking into your hand as you squirt and feel your asshole tighten around your finger. Fuuuuccckkkkk that was good! Finally, finally you feel satisfied. Maybe Dr. Freidman was right after all you think, as you slip into a dreamless sleep.

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