Temptation and Control

Gohan decided it was best to stay in his room. He ended up showering in he and Videl’s bathroom rather than the larger main one. He’d managed to do so without the need to relieve himself, having just done so in Pan’s company.

He still couldn’t believe what was happening! He was growing more and more aroused at the thought of his daughter and the sight of her…well…he didn’t want to find out what he might do if he were to lose control again like that around her.

He turned off the steaming water and it dawned on him that perhaps cold would have been a better choice. The hot water and mental pondering over Pan had reawakened his desire and the evidence waved in front of him as he stepped out of the shower stall. He tried to will the erection away, but it was no good.

Barely even drying himself off, Gohan pulled on a pair of sleeping shorts and left for the kitchen, forgetting his own short-lived advice to stay in his room.

He’d barely made it down the hall when sounds drew his attention away from the call of the kitchen. Soft, alluring moans were emanating from Pan’s room. Upon closer inspection, Gohan found it to be open a slight bit and eased the door open just enough so that he could see inside.

His daughter was spread out on her bed, her shirt pulled up to reveal her small, milky breasts. One hand was currently rubbing and pinching one of the creamy mounds while the other was invisible below the waistband of her pajama pants.

She took no notice of Gohan and indeed seemed not to be able to hear or see anything at all at the moment. Her face was constantly rubbing against a towel laid down by her head like a child’s blanket. All her focus seemed to be on the towel and her hands.

Gohan was so hard it hurt. He actually felt the veins throbbing hard in his shorts which were now stretched out obscenely to make room for the appendage. Still, he was unable to tear his eyes from the scene of his daughter. Her mouth opened and a long, gutteral moan slipped out as her back rose from the bed. Her body tensed and shook for a few moments before she slumped back to the bed, breathing hard and inhaling the scent of the towel.

Gohan blinked as his clouded eyes cleared and he looked at the towel as if for the first time. It was the same towel he’d used to wipe up his release earlier! What the hell was going on here?

Gohan pulled the door closed and rushed back to his room. Whatever questions he had would have to wait.

“Damn that girl!” he growled as he slammed the door and pulled out his member for what felt like the thousandth time that day.
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Gohan awoke slowly to the beeping of his alarm. He groggily reached up and turned the machine off. It was a Saturday, he had no classes, but still he’d forgotten to turn off the damn thing before he went to sleep.

Of course, he’d had a busy night. He’d had to relieve himself three times before sleep would come after Pan’s little show. His dreams had been punctuated with her moans and her small body locked in climax while nuzzling his scent.

Gohan got up and left his room, there was no way he could go back to sleep now. He wandered into the kitchen after getting the paper and made some coffee. While the coffee was brewing, Gohan saw Hercule’s name on the front page. It was a story about the very transaction Videl was helping oversee.

The thought of Videl brought a surge of warmth to a certain part of his body that Gohan then tried to ignore. The coffee pot beeped and brought Gohan’s concentration away from suppressing an erection.

Pan wandered in about 10 minutes after he’d sat back down with his coffee. She looked remarkably rested, her hair brushed and her t-shirt snug over her chest. Gohan couldn’t help his gaze shift from the paper to Pan’s ass as she bent in the refrigerator to retrieve the milk.

A familiar growing warmth along his inner thigh snapped him out of his trance and he nearly panicked at the sight of the enormous erection clearly bulging down the length of one leg of the shorts he was wearing.

“Morning!” Pan said cheerily as she sat down and started eating a bowl of cereal.

Gohan moved the paper so it was resting on his lap and tried to hide his swollen arousal from his daughter’s sight. “Uh, morning.”

Gohan felt his cock throbbing against his leg. He was trying to figure a way to leave the table without tearing the front of his shorts when the phone rang. Pan hopped up out of her seat to get the phone and knocked her spoon off into the floor in doing so. She picked up the phone, “Hello? Oh hi mom! Great! Dad? Yeah, he’s always up. Here he is!”

She handed Gohan the phone and bent under the table to get her spoon. He held the phone up to his ear and answered, “Videl?”

“Hey Gohan, miss me yet?” Videl’s voice rang out across the phone. Gohan’s cock gave a particularly uncomfortable twitch.

“You have no idea.” He answered. Videl giggled, “I’ll bet. How was the full moon?”

“Horrible.” Gohan answered truthfully. “When are you coming back?”

“Not today, but hopefully by the end of the week.” Videl said with a sigh. Gohan’s cock twitched again, harder, the cloth of his shorts seemed to rub against it in a silent torture.

“We’ll be here.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Videl replied. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you too. Bye.” Gohan finished and hung up the phone.

Pan appeared from under the table, a strange look on her face. “I’m going to go watch tv, kay?”

“Alright.” Gohan said. If Pan was in the livingroom, he could go and relieve the discomfort in his shorts without fear of discovery. He watched his daughter walk off into the hall toward the livingroom and then got up himself. His erection strained at the fabric of his shorts.

Gohan hurried past the livingroom, not bothering with looking in and just taking the sound of the tv as evidence for Pan’s presence there. He practically ran to his room where he closed and locked the door and pulled out his throbbing cock in the same fraction of a second.

He gripped the hot flesh and turned and his stomach dropped. Pan stood not two feet from him, her eyes wide and locked on the girth in his hand. Gohan sputtered incoherently for something to say while Pan stepped forward and reached a hand out to wrap around the thick, bulbous head of his cock.

“P-Pan, what are you-”

“Mom isn’t here to help you is she? Is that why you got all hard talking to her on the phone?” Pan asked, smiling innocently up at Gohan while her small hand lightly caressed the overly sensitive head of his cock.

“Pan,” Gohan said through clenched teeth. “You shouldn’t-”

“I can help.” Pan said, playfully rubbing the pulsing hot head of his cock against her face like a child with a teddy bear. “You don’t have to do anything at all.”

Gohan tried to say something, anything, but the sensations Pan was delivering were too long overdue. Her tiny, warm hands were feeling up and down the length of his member while she rubbed her cute face against the head and brought a groan from Gohan’s throat.

“Mm, you have such a big cock daddy. It nearly put my eye out when I went under the table to get my spoon this morning.” Pan said with a grin. Gohan was unable to reply, as the small hands stroking his cock were driving all reasonable thoughts from his head…one of them at least.

Gohan’s head thudded against the door as he leaned against it for support. Pan circled his cock with both hands and started a slow up and down pump. Gohan thought he’d explode any moment, but surprisingly held out while Pan continued with agonizing slowness.

Pan was enthralled by the size of her father’s cock. It was as thick as her arm and nearly as long. Now she could see why her mother walked funny, if at all sometimes. The scent emanating from the hot flesh aroused Pan beyond all rationality. The only thought she held on to was that of teasing her father.

Pan noticed Gohan’s dismay at her slowness in stroking him and grinned. She squeezed his member between her hands and pumped harder. Her pink tongue poked at the tiny slit at the tip of his engorged head. Gohan groaned and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He could barely keep from just grabbing her head and fucking her mouth there and then.

As though sensing this, Pan took the entire head of Gohan’s cock into her mouth. Gohan gasped at the sudden feeling of wet warmth engulfing his member. He looked down to see his daughter’s tiny mouth consuming his massive cock. It would have been a comical sight if it weren’t driving him insane with the sensation.

Pan slowly worked her way down the shaft, licking, sucking and twisting her head, gaining inch by inch until she felt the throbbing heat at the back of her throat. Without a moments hesitation, Pan swallowed and welcomed the thick member into her throat. Gohan couldn’t help but grab the back of Pan’s head. She swallowed again and more of his girth slid down her throat with the guidance of Gohan’s pressing hand.

While sliding the impossibly thick cock down her throat, Pan slid one of her hands under the waist band of her pajamas and stroked her tight, hairless pussy. Her moan around Gohan’s cock caused him to press more urgently at the back of her head. She complied and swallowed several times in quick succession, pulling back every inch or so to push forward anew.

Gohan felt his climax boiling up and Pan hadn’t even managed to fit all of his cock into her mouth. Still, her young, talented mouth was working on him. He could see her rubbing herself in her pajamas and feel her moan along his member. The vibration was unbearable and Gohan came with a shuddering groan.

Pan felt Gohan press his cock further down her throat and nearly gagged. She managed to regain herself in time for the flood of cum that burst from Gohan’s pulsing cock down her waiting throat. Little actual swallowing had to be done, as his cock was so far down her throat already. She swallowed what didn’t flow down her throat, but the fluid soon became too much and overwhelmed her.

Gohan’s vision filled with black dots again as the intense climax took its toll. He felt Pan’s throat constricting and tightening repeatedly as she struggled to swallow all of his load. He saw the look of concentration on her, even as he felt the rising warmth that could only be his own semen escaping her attempts at swallowing. Her mouth being full, the excess cum escaped Pan the only way it could.

Pan felt her air cut off as thick, hot cum flowed out of her nose and down her face. She tried to pull back off Gohan’s cock to breath, but her father held her fast, still riding out his orgasm. Strangely enough, she felt her own orgasm rising with each passing second and redoubled her efforts on her cunt. Her concentration was split between trying to swallow enough of the thick fluid from Gohan’s cock to breath, and trying to get herself off.

Pan rubbed viciously until she found her clit and came almost instantly upon finding the nub. The lack of oxygen multiplied the intensity of her orgasm and she moaned hard against Gohan’s weakly pulsing cock as her world spun.

Pan felt the pressure on the back of her head lessen and, in a last surge of rational thought, pulled off her father’s softening but still massive cock. She pulled off the bloated head with a wet pop as a trail of saliva and cum momentarily connected her to the wet girth. The trail broke as Pan fell backward onto the carpet breathing hard and feeling as if she’d just been sparring for a year straight. Cum that had escaped her through her nose had dripped down onto her dark blue shirt, staining it with multiple patches of clear-white liquid.

Gohan slumped down the door and sat on the carpet in front of Pan. Before passing out, Gohan saw Pan’s tongue, coated with his thick white cum, flick out to lick at the semen that had flowed from her nose. She was right, Gohan admitted to himself, she could help.