Help, daddy! (1)

Andy’s POV

“Now you just take the ball, center it at your core…” the instructor said from the live cam video I was watching. 

I did as quickly as she instructed, following her visual of how she placed the purple ball in her hand directly at her pussy entrance.

“Now, I want you to slowly insert the ball into your vagina.” She instructed again, slowly pushing the ball in.

I copied her, moaning harshly when the ball refused to get into my pussy as easily as hers did. 

“Slow and steady,” she instructed from the screen, almost as if she could see my pain.

I tried, pushing the enormous round ball I got for the purpose into my pussy. Again, I was met with resistance. Unable to bear it any longer, I violently pushed the ball in. A low painful moan escaped from my mouth but I quickly swallowed it.

“Good girls.” My instructor's voice came again.

I smiled to myself happy at my progress.

“Now, slowly, I want you to clench your pussy wall. Clench it hard until you can feel the ball inside you."

I watched as her pussy danced, opening and closing with rapid succession. The ball kept coming into play with each movement she made. She closed her eyes and moaned contentedly. 

“Feel it, girls.” She moaned out. She wrapped her hand around her boob and squeezed it with insane pleasure.

I quickly copied her, clenching and unclenching like she did. I grabbed my boobs, and forced the nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently. 

“That's it,” her voice came again, seeping into my subconscious. I listened without hearing a word anymore. I was already lost in my head.

When I decided to join a live web cam where girls were taught to squirt, I never thought much about it until I tried the first time and had water splashing everywhere from my orgasm. Now, every Friday, I never miss any session. 

“Now let it all out.”

And just like that, the floodgate of ejaculation shook me, water spilling everywhere on the bed, sweeping in all directions. 

“Fuck!” I moaned out, panting like my life was on the line.

“See, girls, it is not so hard to pleasure yourself . you just need to know how.” My instructor said with a chuckle. She inserted two of her fingers into her cunt, pulling out the ball.

“See you girls next week. Same time, different orgasm.” She winked and the screen went blank.

I sat up, satisfaction coiling through me. I pushed two fingers into my pussy, ready to pull the ball out. I frowned as my fingers roamed around the flesh inside my pussy, with no ball in sight. I quickly added a third finger, aiming around hopelessly. Still, there was nothing. I clenched my pussy, feeling around for the ball. I felt it around my fingers and quickly grasped it. Instead of pushing it out, my fingers pushed it in further. Panic surged through me instantly.

“No, no, no!” I screamed, fear gripping me.

A loud bang came at my door from the other side.

“Andy, are you okay in there?” My stepfather’s voice came, hot and demanding.

“Shit,” I murmured under my breath, my fingers searching frantically about. 

“Andy!” The man yelled. 

“I'm fine!” I yelled back in reassurance. 

I wasn’t.

“Where the hell are you?” I cried, clenching and grasping for the ball with my fingers. Each time, my fingers would graze the ball before it disappeared again. 

“Oh, God, no,” I cried out. “Help!” I screamed,

The door bursted open instantly, my stepfather, Danny, rushed in, cladded in nothing but his shorts. He stared at my naked body, his eyes strained at my fingers still lost inside the walls of my pussy before he slowly darted his eyes at my face, and stared at me intently. He gulped loudly before averting his eyes.

“Wh-what do you think you are doing?” He questioned.

“Daddy, help!” I cried, tears streaming freely down my face. “It is stuck inside.”

At that, the man stared at me intently, trying to affirm if I was lying. I closed my eyes, my fingers still searching frantically for the object of my misery. Suddenly, a large firm hand slapped mine away.

“What the hell am I supposed to be looking for?” The voice of my stepfather drifted in.

“B-ball,” I confessed.

I watched him close his eyes, doubt cresting the folds of his forehead.

“Maybe we should wait for your mum.” He said, his eyes still closed.

I writhed in pain and uncertainty. 

“Help,” I mumbled.

“Okay, okay.” He said in a small voice. 

I felt one finger delve into me. It was rapidly followed by another. They roamed inside me for a few seconds, with no success at hand.

“Is it supposed to be so far off?” He asked.

I shook my head, unable to respond anymore,

“Why were you even inserting…” his voice trailed off as his fingers stopped poking me. “I think I got it.” He groaned. 

I heaved in relief.

“Slipped off.” He lamented. “This is not working. He pulled his fingers out of me.

I leaned up to stare at him and noticed absentmindedly at the beads of sweat now decorating his forehead. He closed his eyes, doubt cresting the folds of his forehead.

“Maybe we should wait for your mum.” He repeated, his eyes still closed. “It's not right for me to do this to you.” He lamented. 

I writhed in pain and uncertainty. 

“You need to help me,” I pleaded, tears flowing freely.

“Okay, okay.” He said in a small voice. 

I felt one finger delve into me. It was rapidly followed by another. They roamed inside me for a few seconds, with no success at hand.

“Is it supposed to be so far off?” He asked.

I shook my head, unable to respond anymore,

“Why were you even inserting…” his voice trailed off as his fingers stopped poking me. “I think I got it.” He groaned. 

I heaved in relief.

“Slipped off.” He lamented. “This is not working. He pulled his fingers out of me.

I leaned up to stare at him and noticed absentmindedly at the beads of sweat now decorating his forehead. He looked up at me, fear radiating all over his body.

“Help,” I whimpered again.

Danny opened his mouth to say something. Just then, a loud knock came from the front door, halting his speech.