Chapter 4: A Sick Man's Needs
The stale cigar smell in Ritchie’s dad’s cramped living room clung to the back of Ellie’s throat, thick and heavy. She perched on the worn edge of the leather couch, acutely aware of Ritchie’s father, Hank, shifting restlessly in his recliner opposite her. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool room, his eyes darting towards her legs where her short skirt rode up, revealing a generous expanse of thigh. The new medication, Ritchie had mumbled earlier, was doing something Hank looked flushed, agitated, his breathing shallow and quick. Ellie felt a familiar, low throb start deep in her belly, a response as automatic as breathing now.
“Damn pills,” Hank muttered, his voice strained, thick with an unfamiliar tension. He adjusted himself subtly beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants, the bulge unmistakable and growing. “ these new pills need to help with my blood pressure but it makes my balls hurt"
Ritchie shifted uncomfortably, carrying Hank's medication bottles towards the cluttered kitchen counter. "Maybe Ellie can look at them, Dad," he suggested casually, nodding towards Hank's lap, "she is a biology teacher, after all."
Hank grunted, his knuckles white where he gripped the armrests. "Fine," he rasped, fingers fumbling immediately at his waistband, pushing the grey sweatpants down his thick thighs in one jerky motion.
The sudden exposure made Ellie gasp; his swollen balls hung heavy and low, an enormous, tight sac of flesh distended beneath his cock, the skin stretched taut and gleaming with sweat, looking painfully full and unnaturally large.
Ellie stared, her own pulse quickening at the sheer, swollen mass straining Hank's groin. "Ritchie," she breathed, her voice tight with sudden urgency, "his balls are definitely too full." She turned, meeting Ritchie's concerned gaze across the cluttered room. "Going to the hospital will take too long," she stated bluntly, a flush creeping up her neck, "I should help him."
Ritchie hesitated only a second, his jaw tightening before he gave a curt nod. "Yeah, Ellie... help him."
Her fingers, closed around Hank's hot, thick shaft, feeling the frantic pulse beneath the skin as she began to stroke.
Precum flooded out in thick, unbroken streams, soaking Ellie's fingers instantly as she squeezed Hank's throbbing cock. "Christ Hank," she gasped, staring at the sticky flood coating her palm and dripping onto the couch leather.
Her other hand joined the first, working his shaft with desperate speed as Hank arched off the recliner, his roar guttural. Hank erupts with so much force it soaks Ellie her top, thick ropes of cum exploding across the low neckline of her blouse and plastering the thin fabric to her 34DDD tits, but his balls still look painfully full, hot and swollen beneath her trembling fingers as she squeezed the base of his cock. "holly fuck Hank!"
"Sorry," Hank gasped, his face contorted with pain as Ellie's hands kept working his shaft, slick with his own fluids. "But my balls... they still hurt like hell." Ellie bit her lip, feeling the thick heat radiating from his swollen sack against her knuckles, her own breath catching at the sheer, desperate need radiating from him.
Ellie looked straight at Ritchie, her own nipples hardening visibly against the thin, cum-soaked fabric, then her gaze dropped to Hank's enormous, aching balls. Her fingers, sticky and slick, moved with purpose to the top button of her soaked blouse. She unbuttoned it slowly, then the next, the damp material gaping open to reveal the flushed swell of her 34DDD breasts, the cool air hitting her skin just as Hank let out another pained groan. "Need... more," he choked out, his eyes wide and fixed on her exposed cleavage, his swollen sac pulsing hot against her other hand still cradling its impossible weight. Ritchie watched, silent and intense, his jaw clenched as Ellie deliberately freed another button, the blouse now hanging open, her heavy tits fully exposed, glistening with Hank's earlier release. "Shit," Hank breathed, transfixed, the sheer visual of her bare breasts
Ellie lowered her breasts towards Hank’s agonized face, the heady scent of sex and sweat sharp in the stale air. Hank groaned, a desperate, animal sound escaping him as the throbbing pressure in his sac visibly pulsed, thick veins snaking across the swollen skin. "Do you think Ritchie," Ellie gasped, her voice tight with exertion, "will a boobjob help your father?"
Ritchie's voice was rough, strained. "Do whatever you need to help him, Ellie, just do it."
Ellie shifted her weight, pressing Hank's swollen, leaking cock firmly between her glistening tits, her breasts slick with his earlier release as she squeezed them together around his shaft. His thick, white pre-cum pulsed out in heavy, gooey ropes, coating her skin in warm streaks with each desperate stroke of her tits,
"God, Hank," Ellie gasped, her voice thick with the smell of him, her tits slicked with that thick, gooey pre-cum that seemed to leak non-stop, coating her skin like warm glue. "Can't believe how much of this sticky shit you're leaking... feels like you're trying to drown me in it."
She squeezed her breasts tighter, the slick friction making Hank arch and groan, a deep, pained sound escaping his lips. "Fuck, Ellie," he choked out, his hips bucking helplessly against her grip, "it just... builds up... feels like my balls are gonna split open... need it out... need it... keep squeezing that cock, harder!" His knuckles were white on the recliner arms, his face a mask of agony and desperate need. "All that goo... just... pump it out... pump it into me," she breathed, leaning closer, her blue eyes locked on his frantic ones, her tongue darting out to catch a thick droplet of pre-cum sliding down her cleavage. "Make me sloppy with it." "Yes! Oh Christ, yes," Hank panted, his swollen sac pulsing violently beneath her other hand. "Use those slutty tits... milk my cock dry... cover yourself in it... all that goo!" Ritchie watched silently from the kitchen doorway, his expression unreadable, as Ellie obeyed, working Hank’s slick shaft faster between her glistening mounds, the obscene schlick of wet skin filling the room. Thick ropes of pearly pre-cum splattered across her chin and neck with every desperate upward thrust Hank made, soaking her further. "That's it... fuck yes... harder, Ellie," Hank rasped, his voice cracking, his eyes rolling back as the pressure mounted unbearably inside his tortured balls. "Drench your fucking tits... drench 'em good!"
Hank’s roar ripped through the stale air, raw and guttural, as his cock bucked violently between Ellie’s slick, squeezing tits. Thick, viscous ropes of pure white cum exploded upwards with shocking force, plastering her chin, lips, and cheeks in an instant, warm and impossibly sticky. Another massive pulse surged, painting her flushed neck and drenching her already-glistening 34DDD breasts completely, thick gobs clinging to her stiff nipples and dripping down her trembling skin. "Fuck! Hank!" Ellie gasped, blinking through the sudden, blinding mess coating her face, thick ropes of cum plastering her eyelids shut momentarily. Warm, sticky rivulets ran down her cheeks and neck, pooling in the valley between her glistening, cum-soaked breasts. Beneath her trembling fingers, Hank's balls pulsed hot and heavy, still grotesquely swollen, the skin stretched tight and veined like overripe fruit. She wiped a sticky hand across her eyes, smearing the mess further, and turned her gaze towards Ritchie, her voice thick and urgent. "Ritchie," she choked out, gesturing weakly towards Hank's agonized groin, "his balls still look painfully full... do you have any idea what we should do?"
Ritchie’s gaze burned across Ellie’s cum-plastered face and soaked breasts, his voice thick and strained. "Maybe... a blowjob?" he rasped, the suggestion hanging heavy in the cigar-scented air.
Ellie didn't hesitate, her sticky fingers sliding down Hank’s slick shaft as she lowered her mouth, her tongue swirling around the swollen head before taking him deep, gagging slightly as another thick pulse of pre-cum flooded her throat. "Mmmphf... gonna suck these aching balls empty, Hank," she slurred around his cock, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin onto his trembling thighs.
Ellie's face, a sticky mask of Hank's cooling cum, pressed down, her lips spreading thick goo as she took his cock deep into her throat again, gagging wetly on its heady salt. Her breasts, plastered with ropes of the same thick, pearly mess, trembled as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, the obscene squelch mixing with Hank’s guttural groans.