A father's fall - Part 3

A week after Amanda had so thoroughly crushed his balls, Thomas walked through the park, his pace steady though still slightly ginger. The bruising from Amanda’s assault had faded but not entirely gone. He tried to push the memories aside, focusing instead on the crisp air and the distant sound of children playing.

As he rounded a bend, he spotted a familiar figure jogging toward him. It was the girl from the supermarket. She wore a tight sports bra that barely contained her enormous breasts, each step making them bounce with a hypnotic rhythm. Her muscular legs moved with power, her mini shorts clinging to her defined thighs.

She slowed as she approached, recognizing him. “Hey, you’re the guy from the supermarket,” she said, coming to a stop. “I’m Vanessa. I wanted to apologize for, well, crushing your nuts. I found out you weren’t the one who messed with my clothes. A friend sent me the prank video.”

Thomas’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I'm Thomas. Prank video?”

Vanessa pulled out her phone and showed him the video. His humiliation was laid bare, every agonizing second captured. He looked away, his cheeks burning.

She laughed softly. “I really got you good, didn’t I?” she said, a hint of pride in her voice. “How’s everything down there?”

Thomas shifted uncomfortably. “Sore for a few days.”

Vanessa's eyes roamed over him, taking in his chiseled features and solid build. “You’re pretty handsome, you know?” She bit her lip, then smirked. “As an apology, how about I give you a blowjob?”

Thomas blinked, taken aback by her forwardness. He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright.”

They moved to a more secluded area, hidden from prying eyes. Vanessa knelt down, tugging his pants and boxers down. Her gaze lingered on his nearly eight inches of length, and she let out a low whistle.

“Nice dick,” she said. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of his still-bruised testicles. “Wow, still pretty bruised. Did you get kicked again? Looks too recent to be from mine haha.”

Thomas sighed, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Yeah, my daughter… Amanda. She, uh, did this when we were sparring a few days ago.”

Vanessa laughed, shaking her head. “Sounds like I’d get along great with her.” She glanced up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better.”

Her hands found his balls, and she gave them a gentle squeeze. “These look really full,” she murmured, her voice vibrating against his skin.

Thomas, embarrassed, replied, “I haven’t cum in a while because of the bruising.”

Vanessa laughed softly when she understood. “Oh, poor baby,” she cooed.

She positioned herself, her ample breasts brushing against his thighs, their firmness pressing into him. She took him into her mouth, showing a level of skill that took Thomas’s breath away. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her movements precise and practiced. She easily deep-throated his entire length, her lips wrapping around him with a tight seal.

She tightened her grip, the pressure causing a mix of pleasure and pain due to his still slightly bruised testicles. Thomas gasped, his body tensing as she worked him with expert precision. Her breasts pressed against him with each movement, their softness contrasting with the firmness of her grip. The sensation was overwhelming, his need building rapidly.

When he finally erupted, it was like a geyser. Vanessa struggled to swallow everything, her throat working to keep up with the sheer volume. She pulled back slightly, her cheeks bulging as she gulped down his release, a few drops escaping the corners of her mouth.

She finally pulled away, licking her lips with a satisfied smile. “Wow, you really were full,” she said, catching her breath.

Thomas stood there, still reeling from the intensity of the experience. Vanessa stood up, brushing off her knees. “Here’s my number,” she said, handing him a card. “If your daughter crushes your nuts again, give me a call. I’ll make it all better.”