CUM BALL

Story by misfit446

THIS IS A ONE SHOT! NO MORE CHAPS SO STOP ASKING FOR THEM! AGAIN, NO MORE CHAPS! Now, if someone wants to run with this, go for it. Maybe Silentpayne will do something with it, who knows? See the thread on Dangerous Dickers 2! Enjoy!

CUM BALL!

Julie sighed softly as she held onto the vibrating machinery inside the stifling storeroom. Sweat poured down her face and neck, underarms and about her womanly wobbling sack. Her t shirt showed giant wet spots, especially under her bulging D + cups. Even her inch long nipples were sweaty. Her father had built the monster mass of maniacal madness to save money. Paint balls were getting very expensive. Then the environazis got legislation past so that the paint had to be biodegradable. That cost even more.

With the hilly scrubland practically worthless for anything but a bunch of neo soldiers going around shooting at other camo clad guys, playing army like a bunch of little boys, her Daddy built his own paint ball making machine, having done some research.

But instead of using paint of any kind, he had his eldest daughter Julie provide the “paint” for the customers, with some food dye to add color.

This idea came about one day last year when her father caught her pulling her pud at the only watering hole in ten miles. It was an extra warm day and Julie, at fourteen, was working on her all over tan. At first she was just laying out, applying large amounts of sun block about her girlish body and her large boy bits.

As she was wiping her basketball sized testes, she felt that urge she got every morning. Soon her eighteen inches of raging tushy timber smacked her in the eye hard and the rest was history.

Her daddy caught her sending two inch thick geysers of her morning matter fifteen feet into the still air. And this was her second load of the morning, though he didn’t know that private fact.

At dinner that night, the whole family was sitting around the table. “Say hon, just got a great idea.”

“What’s that?” Julie’s mother asked, moving little Vicki from one long and thick nipple to the other dripping one.

“I need Julie to help me work on the business.”

“Well, it’s summer so why not? Julie, you help your Dad. Amanda, you now have house chores to do.”

“Aww, what about my other chores?”

“Rena is old enough now to do those.”

“But Mom . . . .”

“No buts Rena. When I was nine years old I was milking cows, shoveling shit and slopping the pigs. You can do it too.”

So Julie and her Dad began to retool the old paint ball machine to use her prodigious output. Though business was pretty rotten during the winter months, in summer, it blossomed pretty well, always showing a profit, slim as it was. That profit was to become larger with his daughter’s help.

It took two weeks of embarrassing measurments as Julie had to show her Dad just how big she got. With oil stained hands he manhandled her cock, measuring every part. But his machining skills had come into play, making a very snug shaft for her cock to fit into. He bought a used industrial vacuum motor, adapting it to the job at hand.

Using an old copper milk can and some tubing, adding some dye and the monster was ready. So on a hot Thursday morning, her Dad woke her up and drove her the mile to the shop in a beat to shit WW 2 vintage Willys-Overland Jeep. Helping a mortified Julie with her dangling dick, he fitted the suck tube on, adjusted some controls and stood by the ‘on’ switch.

“You ready honey?”

“Um, I guess,” Julie answered nervously, sweat dripping liberally from under her arms in the hot building.

“Here goes,” her Dad said and pushed the button. Immediately, the machine started humming and Julie gasped, feeling the suck tube grasp onto her cock like a drowning sailor.

Grabbing the handle her Dad put up for her, she groaned. Any sound she made was drowned out by the noisy mechanism. It didn’t take long before her cock was hard as stone. And minutes later, the hard sprays of her ball batter thudding into the old copper milk can, mixing about with the strong dye.

Her orgasms usually lasted about a minute or so with her usual stroking, but this machine was intense, extending young Julie’s own prodigious output into a truly Olympic class cum.

By the time her cock was dry heaving painfully, her cum slurped about the rim of the large container.

“Daddy!” she shouted out loudly, barely heard above the clanking machinery. Her Dad shut the machine off, opened the vacuum valve with a loud HISSSSS and smiled.

“You okay kiddo?”

Julie took stock of herself. Her bloated, deep red cock hung against her leg, now tapping mid shin. “I-it wasn’t this big before.”

“Aw, it’ll go down, you watch,” her Daddy said, now stirring the cum and dye together. “You go rest up. I’ll need another load after dinner.”

“I’m not a machine ya know,” Julie stated sternly, trying to put her thick tube into her shorts. Knowing her huge bal

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