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    My Daughter’s Dildo by DirtyMindedMom

    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 1
    by DirtyMindedMom


    Being a single father has many challenges, especially when you have a daughter. Nicole’s mom has been out of the picture since right after her first birthday, so it’s been just the two of us for the past sixteen years. It wasn’t easy early on, but I managed to provide a stable home and raise a pretty good kid. I admit she was somewhat of a tomboy, but she was healthy and happy, did well in school, and the two of us got along great. Unfortunately, this didn’t mean I was at all prepared for puberty.

    It was something I’d avoided thinking about, but before I knew it there she was. My little girl was becoming a woman before I was ready. It fell to me to have “The Talk” with her. It took me a week to work up the nerve and to figure out what I was going to say. I was as uncomfortable as I could be when I first sat her down, but Nicole’s natural curiosity and her open personality made what could have been a painfully awkward conversation into a special moment that actually brought us closer together.

    Then, of course, came the other stuff. I tried to make it seem as normal as I could, but a father taking his daughter bra shopping for the first time makes for an unusual day at the mall. This pales in comparison, however, to having to explain about tampons and all the things that go along with that whole monthly song and dance. And teaching a son to shave his face is one thing, but, trust me, teaching your daughter to shave her legs is something else entirely.

    You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 17-year-old daughter came to me one day with an unexpected request.

    “Daddy, I need you to help me with something.” She always reverted to calling me “Daddy” when she wanted something from me, mainly because it always worked.

    “I just gave you your allowance two days ago.”

    “It’s not that. You know how I broke up with Steven last month, right?” She sat down on the arm of my easy chair. I hit the pause button on the remote so I wouldn’t miss anything that the Avengers were up to. “Well,” she continued, “I decided that with school, and getting ready for college, and soccer that I don’t really have time for a boyfriend right now.”

    “I love that plan,” I said and meant it.

    She gave me a pinch on the arm. “Listen, I’m serious about this. I don’t want a boyfriend, but that means I still have a problem.”

    “And that problem is…?”

    My daughter shifted uncomfortably next to me. “Okay, first of all, you know I’m not a virgin anymore, right?”

    Whoa! The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. I suddenly had no idea where she was going with this.

    “I wasn’t entirely sure, but, okay, now I know.”

    “God, Daddy, don’t look so horrified. It’s not like I’m a total slut, or anything. It was only Steven.” She bit her lip and looked away as a slight flush colored her cheeks. “A lot.”

    Just what every father wants to hear. Then it dawned on me what she was leading up to.

    “Oh, God, you’re pregnant.”

    “No!” She smacked me on the shoulder. “Give me a little more credit than that. I’m on the pill and we always used condoms.”

    “How long have you been on the pill?”

    “I don’t know, like a year. Anyway, that’s not the point.”

    I was relieved and somewhat hurt at the same time. “What is the point?”

    “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I really liked having sex.” She was right, I didn’t want to hear it. “And I really, really miss it.”

    I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Maybe this was just a bad dream and I would wake up any second. Nicole pulled my hands away.

    “Daddy, stop it. I’m trying to tell you that I’m really horny and I need your help.”

    “I can’t hear you!” I tried to clap my hands back over my ears, but she held my wrists firm.

    “Shut up and stop being such a baby,” she scolded me with a laugh. “So since I don’t want a boyfriend, and I don’t want to get desperate and start hooking up with random guys, I need you to buy me something.”

    “A one-way ticket to a convent?”

    “Trust me, if I didn’t have to ask you I wouldn’t, but I need you to buy me a dildo.”

    “Huh?” I’d heard her, but it wasn’t registering.

    “A dildo, Daddy. You know? Like a fake dick.”

    “I know what a dildo is. But…but why…”

    She gave me one of her patented “how could you be so stupid” looks. “Why do you think?” Nicole was still holding onto my wrists and I was suddenly aware of how close she was. “This is more embarrassing for me than it is for you, Daddy, but I don’t know what else to do. I can’t really explain it, but now that I’ve had sex with a boy it feels like something is missing when I do it by myself.”

    Was my sweet little daughter honestly saying what I thought she was saying?

    “I don’t…um…what…ah…” I was completely failing on every level. I had to get it together.

    “I thought that maybe if I had a dildo it would feel more like I was having sex with a boy, and I would be able to concentrate on school stuff better instead of being so horny all the time.”

    “That all sounds very reasonable, my darling little princess, but you have to admit this isn’t the sort of thing a father ever wants to hear from his daughter.”

    “I know, I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. I could feel the softness of one of her breasts pressed against my shoulder. I tried to ignore it, but failed. “It’s not like I have a mom around to ask for help with this kind of stuff. Even if you at least had a girlfriend, I could talk to her.”

    “Let’s not go there right now.” She must be serious if she was playing the mom card.

    “Come on, Daddy, you were the one who taught me about the birds and the bees and all that stuff. You knew I wasn’t going to be a virgin forever. I’m not a little girl anymore.” She toyed with my hair as she spoke, fixing it the way she liked. This was exactly the kind of intimate contact I was afraid of at that moment. “You’re the one who taught me that sex is a beautiful thing, and that masturbating was a natural part of growing up. You also always told me that I could come to you if I had any questions or problems about sex, so here I am.”

    I’d always related sex to my daughter in a very abstract way, but this was real. As a father I knew I had to do everything I could to help her, but as a man I couldn’t control my physical response to the thought of my nubile daughter being so desperately horny that she had to ask me for a dildo to masturbate with. I did my best to not think about my growing erection and prayed it would go away before she noticed.

    “You’re right,” I conceded. “It’s hard for me to accept that my sweet little girl has somehow grown into a sexy little woman. Go get my wallet.”

    “Oh, Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She kissed me on the cheek with each thank you and ran off with a happy squeal.

    I took the opportunity to try to tuck my hard-on away so that it wouldn’t be obvious. What kind of a dad was I? It was bad enough that I was paying for my daughter to buy sex toys, but to get an erection over the whole thing was just plain wrong.

    “I’ve been doing some research.” Nicole was back quicker than I expected, leaving me only half tucked.

    She placed her laptop on my lap. I was relieved at first because it hid the highly inappropriate bulge in my pants, but then I saw what was on the screen: an array of candy-colored dildos and vibrators!

    “This site has the best selection, good prices, and free shipping.” She settled back down onto the arm of my chair and leaned in close against me so we could both see the computer screen. Damn, she smelled good.

    “How about I give you my credit card and you can get whatever you want.”

    “No, you have to help me pick out the right one. I never had a dildo before, I don’t know what to get.”

    “I never had a dildo before either. How am I supposed to know what you need?”

    “Because you know everything, Daddy.” She reached over and used the touchpad to scroll down the webpage. Her hand was unknowingly hovering just inches above my semi-erect cock. “Okay, so the first thing I have to figure out is if I want just a plain dildo or one that vibrates. What do you think?”

    “I guess it depends on if you want to, um…or if you’d rather, ah…” I squirmed uncomfortably.

    “C’mon, Daddy, don’t be such a prude. Just say what you’re trying to say. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

    “It’s not you I’m worried about.” I took a deep breath and decided to do as she asked and speak directly despite every instinct telling me not to. “Here goes. I suppose the plain dildos would be good for orgasms from penetration, while the vibrators can also stimulate the clitoris.”

    Nicole giggled and kissed my cheek. “You don’t have to be all technical. You can just say clit.” She leaned forward to get a closer look at the screen, placing a hand on my thigh to support herself. “I heard vibrators can make you less sensitive.”

    “Are you planning on using it five times a day?”

    “At least five, but probably more.” She said this with a straight face. When my jaw dropped she broke into a laugh and punched me in the arm. “Just because I’m horny doesn’t make me a complete sex freak, Daddy. I plan on using it the normal amount. Maybe three or four times a week. Probably more at first, but then just every other day, or so.”

    Visions of my darling daughter sprawled out on her bed with her legs spread having sex with her new toy sprang uninvited into my head. I wanted to be the cool dad and support my girl, but this was going to ruin me as a father.

    “As long as you use it in moderation I don’t think you’ll need to worry about your sensitivity.”

    “Good, then I’ll get one that vibrates so I can use it on my clit.” She seemed to be deliberately using provocative language. She was probably having fun torturing me like this. “Now we have to figure out what shape would be good. They have all kinds of weird ones like this.” She clicked on one that had a bulbous end and a corkscrew shaft, then another that was a series of increasingly large spherical bulges. “And then they have all these that are in the shape of a penis.” She clicked back and selected one of the lifelike replicas.

    I couldn’t get over the fact that I was sitting in my living room looking at a collection of huge dongs with my daughter. It was insane, but I didn’t want to admit that there was a part of me that was beginning to enjoy it. Especially one very specific part of me.

    “I suppose they both have their advantages,” I offered lamely. “Some of them look like they’ve been engineered to get the job done, but evolution is a pretty good engineer herself.”

    “Okay, Mr. Science Channel, what I think you’re saying is a penis one would be better.”

    “I don’t know for sure, but you can’t go too far wrong with a proven design.”

    She thought about it as she clicked around on a few more of the space-age vibrators. “That’s a good point. I know what it feels like to have a cock…oops, sorry, I mean a penis inside me, but I don’t know what it would feel like to stick one of these other things in my vajay-jay. Too bad we can’t test drive them before deciding.”

    The way she kept saying “we” was driving me crazy. And by that I mean crazy in a good way that was very bad. She was, either consciously or unconsciously, making me a sort of partner in her private sex life. That was someplace that no father was supposed to be. Maybe it was a mistake not to get remarried so Nicole could have had a mother figure to guide her through these sorts of situations.

    “When it comes to dildos, I think they have to stick to a ‘you try it, you buy it’ policy.” We both chuckled nervously at my not quite funny joke. “How about that one?” I asked, pointing to a random penis-shaped vibrator.

    “Hmm, too skinny. I want something with some girth to it, but not too crazy big, you know?” Something like this would be good, but I don’t know about the balls. What do you think?”

    “About balls? I’m a fan.”

    “Now you’re just making fun of me. This is a big decision, Daddy. I want to make sure I get the right one.”

    “Alright, then, let’s see.” I clicked on one of the models with testicles included. “As far as a dildo goes, from what I can tell, the balls don’t really add much to the experience. Maybe they give you something to hold on to while you’re…you know. But I’d guess they’re more for aesthetic purposes than anything.”

    “Hmmm.” My daughter mulled over the pros and cons. “I’m a fan of balls, too – real ones – but I don’t think we need them on my dildo.” She shifted on the arm of my chair and I noticed how warm she was next to me. “What’s the suction cup on the bottom for?”

    “I don’t know. Maybe so you can stick it on the wall of the shower and go at it hands-free.”

    “Interesting.” She seemed to be contemplating all the possibilities. “But, for now, all I need is one with the right business end.”

    She went back to the main page displaying dozens of phallic sex toys. I could hear my daughter breathing close to my ear. She shifted again, and I noticed that she seemed to be squeezing her legs together rather tightly. I was so worried about controlling my own arousal I hadn’t stopped to consider that she might be getting turned on by all of this as well. I assumed this was nothing more than a virtual shopping trip for her, but I became distinctly aware that she might be as sexually charged up as me. I tried to push such thoughts out of my head.

    “What do you think of that one?” I pointed and felt my arm brush against one of Nicole’s small breasts. Instead of pulling away, she leaned closer.

    “I like it, but I’m not sure about the color. The flesh-colored ones look like they were cut off some poor guy. That freaks me out a little. Maybe something like this purple one.”

    “Um, yeah, that looks like a good one.”

    “These glass ones look pretty cool, too.” Nicole clicked to the next page and browsed through all the varied lengths, shapes, and sizes. “I bet those would feel nice even though they don’t vibrate.”

    “Maybe, if you’re a good girl, Santa will bring you one this year.”

    She laughed and gave me a playful shove with her body. The idea of buying my daughter a sex toy for Christmas sent an unseemly tingle through my balls. I had always prided myself on being a good and responsible father, but in the span of a few minutes all that was being placed in dire jeopardy.

    Nicole went back to the previous page and clicked on the purple one. “I like the size of the head on this one, and the way it curves up a little at the end.”

    “Is it, um…thick enough for you? Not too skinny?”

    “No, it seems about right.” She licked her lips without being aware of it. “Let’s see…three speeds, water-resistant, two double-A batteries, and pleasure ribs. Mmm, hadn’t noticed those. What do you think, Daddy, do you like this one?”

    “Sure.” I cleared my throat, becoming acutely aware that I was fully hard and feeling the need to do something about it. “That one looks like it’ll do the trick.”

    She hung on my shoulder as I navigated through the ordering process, entered in my credit card number, and hit the submit button.

    “Awesome! I can’t wait,” she chirped and threw her arms around my neck again. “Thanks for getting me my very own cock, Daddy.”

    “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Enjoy it.”

    “Oh, I will.” She kissed me several times on the cheek, grabbed her laptop, and dashed off to her bedroom. Luckily she was in such a rush that she didn’t notice the elongated bulge in my pants.

    As soon as I heard Nicole’s bedroom door close, I hurried to my own room and pulled out my dick. I didn’t waste any time and immediately began beating off. It was wrong, and disgusting, but I couldn’t help myself. I was almost certain that my daughter was in her room at that very moment doing the very same thing. I tried not to picture her with her panties down around her ankles and her fingers buried in her sweet pussy, but there was no way to avoid it.

    I could still feel the way she pressed her body against me. The warmth of her quick breaths on my neck. The soft touch of her breast against my arm. The sound of words like dildo and cock on her darling lips. My horny little girl.

    My balls clenched and a fountain of cum erupted from my cock. I spurted all over the carpet and didn’t even care. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cum so fast. I kept jerking myself, milking even more jizz from my aching balls. Fuck, that felt good. Too good. I was a revolting pig.

    Nicole came to me for help because she trusted me. She relied on me solve a very personal problem, and here I was jacking off over it all like some kind of perverted schoolboy. She would be horrified to know that her own father was masturbating himself to thoughts of her playing with her pussy. I was beyond reproach.

    I got a hand towel from the bathroom and wiped the tip of my dick clean. I couldn’t help but notice that I was still hard – an unusual post-orgasm condition at my age. I dabbed up what I could from the carpet, feeling increasingly humiliated by the biological evidence of my own depravity.

    It was a moment of weakness. A one-time thing that wouldn’t happen again. I just needed to pull myself together, get my head screwed back on straight, and everything would simply go back to normal now that I had gotten that out of my system. That’s all there was to it.

    Or so I thought.
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    Re: My Daughter’s Dildo

    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 2
    by DirtyMindedMom

    It was a daily struggle to keep my thoughts in check around my daughter. Nicole would be innocently walking through the house in her usual shorts and t-shirt, and it felt to me like she was parading around in the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. The sight of her long, shapely bare legs set me off every time. I couldn’t stop noticing how the cotton fabric of her shirt would drape over her small, firm breasts. I could always tell when she wasn’t wearing a bra – not because of the bounce, but because her tits took on a different shape when they were unconfined. Even the way her pony-tail swayed when she moved had me thinking wildly inappropriate thoughts.

    I suppressed these perverse mental transgressions as soon as I recognized what I was doing, and I fought to keep Nicole out of my mind whenever I jerked off (which seemed to be more frequently ever since our sex toy shopping spree). Part of the problem was that there was more to it than her physical sensuality.

    I had a new awareness about my daughter that I’d never had before. Sure, I knew she liked boys and was dating. When she officially got a steady boyfriend I understood what went along with that. But, until she asked me for a dildo, it was all a vaguely abstract notion. Now it was real – very, very real. My daughter was masturbating. She had been penetrated. She obviously loved cock. She desperately wanted something hard in her pussy so she could have better orgasms. My girl had become a fully mature sexual creature. This added dimension made her more of a woman than I was prepared to deal with. And, as a woman, she became the target of the natural desires that go along with being a man. The fact that we were so close, and that I loved her so damned much, only seemed to intensify these illicit desires of mine.

    She apparently had no idea the effect she was having on me. It wasn’t unusual for Nicole to traipse around the house in short-shorts or even panties. I hadn’t thought much about it before, but now it was a splendid form of torture.

    I still couldn’t believe she’d actually come to me for help buying a dildo. Granted, she had a point that I was the only one for her to turn to for something like that, but it didn’t make it any less shocking. When I was her age I never would have uttered the word masturbation in front of my parents, much less openly admitted that I did it. Kids today had a whole different attitude about it, as if it were as normal as brushing your teeth. I suppose it should be seen as a good thing. Or maybe it was just going to lead to trouble.

    “It came! It’s here, it’s here!” Nicole came running into the living room with a plain cardboard box in her hands.

    My heart immediately began beating faster. She plopped down on the floor at the foot of my chair and began tearing at the box. She wasn’t going to actually open it right in front of me, was she? Yes. Yes, she was. I hit the mute button and tried to calm myself.

    “I haven’t seen you this excited except on Christmas morning.”

    She stuck her tongue out at me and threw aside a wad of bubble wrap. Wide-eyed, she reverently lifted her new treasure out of the box. There it was…my daughter’s dildo.

    It gleamed a neon purple beneath the clear plastic of the clamshell packaging. She turned it over in her hands like she couldn’t believe it was real. She looked up at me with a beaming smile, before trying to open it. The packaging wouldn’t yield to her eager fingers. She held it out to me.

    “Daddy, I can’t get it open,” she whined plaintively.

    I took the thing from her with a shaking hand while I pulled out my pocket knife. She was up on her knees and clapping her hands as I carefully cut away the stubborn plastic. I held the package open and Nicole snatched the sex toy from it. It wasn’t a picture on the computer anymore; it was definitely the real thing.

    “Oh, wow,” she marveled. “It has a little bit of squishiness to it. Feel!” She held the cock-shaped toy out to me.

    I gave it a tentative squeeze between my thumb and forefinger. “Nice…I guess.”

    “Yeah, I thought it was going to be like hard plastic, but this is better.”

    She ran her fingers over the head of the thing and gave it an experimental pinch. I just about had a heart attack when she then rubbed it against her cheek to feel what it was like on her skin. I was afraid she was going to start sucking on it right there in front of me, but thankfully she went back to inspecting it instead. She twisted the cap off the bottom.

    “This is where the batteries go. Daddy, get me some batteries!”

    I took the ones out of my remote and handed them to her. She fumbled with her new toy and after a few missed tries got the batteries installed. I noticed that her hands were shaking more than mine. Nicole fiddled with the controller. Her purple dick came to life and began buzzing.

    She squealed with delight. “Oh my God, that feels so weird.” My daughter touched her sex toy to her cheek again, then ran it up along the top of her bare thigh. She reached out and touched my leg with it. I jerked away and she laughed at me. “Don’t be afraid, Daddy, it’s not a real penis!”

    “I know, but still…”

    She turned it up to the medium setting and her smile widened; at high speed her jaw dropped. She looked at me with incredulous glee. It looked like she wanted to say something, but held back knowing it would be too much to share with her father. She stepped the device back down until it was silent.

    “I’m going to go try it!” She jumped up and gave me a big hug. “Thanks, Daddy, I love you so much!”

    And with that she was running off to her bedroom. I heard her door close and a strange sensation ran through me. Despite all efforts to the contrary, I couldn’t help picturing my girl pulling her shorts down, jumping into bed, spreading her legs, and sliding her new toy into her sweet, young pussy. I tried to divert my attention and attempted to change the channel on the TV a few times before I realized there were no longer batteries in the remote. I got up to go find some replacements.

    Instead of heading for the kitchen where I kept the spare batteries, I found myself softly making my way toward my daughter’s bedroom. I paused at the end of the hallway and listened. All was quiet. I crept closer. Once I was at her door I could hear it. That low, steady buzz. She was really doing it. My darling girl was on the other side of that door masturbating with her dildo.

    My cock was rock solid in my pants. I was disgusted with myself. It was bad enough that I was violating her privacy, but then to also get a full-blown erection from it was simply reprehensible. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

    Leaning in closer I strained to hear more as I began stroking myself. I was lower than low, but I couldn’t stop myself. All I could think about was that big purple cock going in and out of my girl’s pussy. I wanted to see the look of pure delight on her face as she fucked herself. I wanted to see her nubile body writhing on her bed as she pleasured herself. I wanted to see the slick juices flowing from her little hole as she made herself cum.

    The sound of a surprised “Oh!” came from the other side of the door. A tingle ran from my balls to my asshole. I told myself I had to walk away, but instead I stood there jacking my stiff cock with my pants down around my knees like a filthy pervert. I heard her again. It was a series of little moans that were building quickly toward something. My baby girl was making herself cum. It was really happening. And she was making it happen with the dildo her daddy bought her.

    A jet of cum erupted from my cock and hit Nicole’s bedroom door. I quickly cupped my hand over my cockhead and caught the rest in my palm as my balls clenched and more jizz spewed out. I was cumming with my daughter. It was simply fantastic.

    It was only a matter of seconds before I regained my senses. The flood of guilt and shame that had been suppressed while beating off quickly rose. Oh my God, what was wrong with me? I was standing outside my daughter’s bedroom with my pants down and a handful of my own semen. The buzzing sound stopped. She might come out any second.

    I scuttled away down the hall as quietly as I could, holding my pants up with one hand and my cum in the other as my erection bounced freely. If she knew what I’d done she’d never speak to me again. She trusted me and I’d betrayed her. There would be enough guys in the world trying to take advantage of her, the last thing she needed was for her dad to be one of them.

    Once in the kitchen I cleaned myself up, got my pants back on, and resolved not to let that happen again. I fished a new pair of double-A’s out of the junk drawer and returned to my chair. It was almost half an hour before Nicole came flouncing in and collapsed onto the sofa. Her cheeks were rosy and she had a dreamy smile.

    “Well, it works,” she reported with a shy giggle. “I definitely won’t be needing a boyfriend for a while.”

    I still couldn’t believe she was talking to me this way, but I can’t honestly say I didn’t like it.

    “I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart.” I forced myself to stare at the TV and not ogle my daughter’s body.

    After a few minutes she began fidgeting, then got up and headed for her bedroom again.

    “Don’t overdo it on the first day, honey,” I warned her.

    “Dad! I’m going to do my homework,” she insisted unconvincingly.

    “Yeah, sure you are,” I teased. “Have fun.”

    She gave me a sly smile that told me I was right before she hurried off to her room for another round with her new favorite toy.

    I managed to control myself fairly well over the next week. It was torment during those times I suspected she was going at it, but I kept my distance and gave her the respect she deserved. I wasn’t able to keep my thoughts entirely in check, however. At night when I was trying to fall asleep I would imagine her humping away at her dildo in the next room. My cock would be hard in an instant and I had to jerk off to the sick images filling my head. I kept telling myself it was a passing phase and that things would go back to normal soon. And they might have if it wasn’t for my maddeningly uninhibited daughter.

    I shuffled into the bathroom one morning and stopped dead in my tracks. Nicole’s dildo was lying there on the vanity next to the sink. Had she washed it and left it behind? Or had she been using it in here? It somehow looked bigger than I remembered. My heart thumped. That thing had been inside my daughter’s pussy. Many times. I couldn’t help but wonder what it smelled like. Maybe if she hadn’t washed it I could just take a little sniff. She would never–

    “Hey, Daddy, have you seen my dildo? Oops, there it is.” She brushed past me in her panties and bra and grabbed her toy. “Don’t want to lose you,” she said to it and gave it a kiss.

    “I hope you’re not bringing that thing to school with you,” I joked.

    “Not today,” she quipped back. Her eyes flicked downward for a quick second. She gave me one of her sly smiles and closed the bathroom door as she left.

    I looked down to see that there was a tent forming in my pajama bottoms. That little vixen was going to be the death of me. I whacked off in the shower like a horny teenager. By the time I was finished, Nicole had left for school. I went to her bedroom and pushed her door open.

    The smell of the body spray she had put on before leaving was still strong in the air. Lying there on her bed was the dildo. She didn’t even make any effort to hide it. I was once again amazed at how open kids were about this sort of thing these days. I felt like a complete scumbag, but I couldn’t help picking it up and giving it a quick sniff. It smelled of hand soap and latex. She must have washed it. It was embarrassing how disappointed I was.

    I laid the toy back down where I had found it, but couldn’t bring myself to leave. I dropped my towel and grabbed my prick. I was standing over the bed where my little girl played with herself. This was the spot where she would make herself cum. My dick was stiff in a matter of seconds.

    “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you, Nicole?” I said this out loud and felt like a fool. “You like fucking the toy Daddy bought you.” I beat my cock harder. “You love masturbating that hot little pussy of yours, don’t you?” I grabbed my balls and kept jacking my shaft for all I was worth. “You horny fucking slut! You beautiful horny little fucking slut!”

    I barely had the presence of mind to catch my cum before I spurted it all over her bed clothes. I dropped to my knees and groaned as I milked my cock once again into my hand like a degenerate pervert. A couple weeks earlier I would have never entertained such deviant thoughts, but now it was just about all I could think of. I had to get myself together for the sake of my daughter. I know I wasn’t the best father there was, but I was better than this.

    It was only a matter of days before I was tested again. It was Friday night and I was in my chair watching TV after a busy week at work. My brain was fried, and after a couple of beers I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.

    Nicole came home from her night out, making a flurry of noise as she bounced from one room to the next singing an off-tune version of whatever the latest hit pop song was on the radio.

    “How was the movie?” I called to her.

    “Sucked! But there was a fight in the theater, so that was cool.” She poked her head into the living room. “Whatcha watchin’?”

    “ESPN highlights.”

    “Let’s watch a movie or something. Wanna?”

    I never pass up a chance to spend time with my daughter, especially when it’s her idea. “Sure.”

    “Cool!” She headed off to her bedroom, then I heard her getting drinks and snacks in the kitchen. She came back in her PJs and bare feet, her hair up in a cute ponytail. She set a glass of Coke down on the end table next to me and dropped a bag of cheese doodles in my lap (which she knows are my favorite). She flopped onto the sofa with her drink and a bag of potato chips. She had stolen the remote at some point during all this, navigated to the onDemand menu, and selected a movie that was more expensive than it had any right to be.

    I was able to stay conscious for the first twenty minutes, then I apparently drifted off.

    There was a buzzing sound. I was dreaming about Nicole using her toy again. I had to stop doing that. The sound persisted no matter how hard I tried to put it out of my mind. Wait. It wasn’t in my mind. I wasn’t asleep. The sound was in the room with me. Impossible.

    I opened my eyes. The movie was still playing. Nicole was on the sofa in her pajamas staring absently at the screen. She had her dildo in her hand and was lightly playing it over her crotch. Her feet were up on the sofa, her knees apart, and she was massaging her pussy through her pajama bottoms with her vibrator. This had to be a dream.

    Her eyes flicked to me and she noticed I was awake.

    “Oops!” She quickly closed her legs and turned off the toy. “I thought you were asleep.”

    “I was but…” I was half in reality and half out. “I should probably go to bed so you can be alone…”

    “No, you don’t have to go,” she said quickly. “I’ll save that for later.” She put the dildo on the coffee table. “I was just…you know.” She shrugged, begging me with her eyes to stay up with her.

    I certainly wasn’t sleepy any longer. Even though I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around what I had just seen, my cock understood it all perfectly. I was certain the bulge in my pants wouldn’t be noticeable in the dark, and I almost didn’t care if it was.

    With a swig of Coke, and a mouthful of doodles, I tried to catch up with the inane plot of the movie. I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at my daughter. It was hard to tell with the pattern on her PJs, but I thought I could see her nipples poking up. I noticed that she was sneaking glances at me when I wasn’t looking. What the hell was going on here?

    “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

    “Sure, sweetheart.”

    “It’s something personal.”

    “I’m listening.”

    “When was the last time you were with a woman?”

    Not a question I was expecting. “Ah…let’s see. I went on some dates a while back, but nothing serious.”

    “I know about that,” she said. “What I mean is how long has it been since you were WITH a woman?”

    “You mean sex?”

    “Duh! Yes, of course, sex.” She ran her hand along the length of her ponytail and it was just about the sexiest thing she could have done at that moment. “C’mon, you can tell me.”

    “Not that it’s any of your business, young lady, but it’s been a few years. A lot of years, actually.”

    “So…what do you do?”

    “I don’t know. I don’t think about it.”

    “But don’t you get, you know…horny?”

    If I was smart I would have ended this conversation before I got myself into trouble.

    “I suppose I do, just like anyone else.” I couldn’t help glancing at the sex toy lying between us.

    “So what do you do about it?”

    I had a feeling I knew what she was trying to get me to say, but wasn’t certain. “What do you mean?”

    “I mean, do you…” Nicole held the fingers of one hand in a circle and moved them up and down suggestively.

    I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She was a bold little thing, I had to give her that.

    “I don’t know if this is something we should be discussing.”

    “Don’t be such a poop. Everybody does it.”

    “If you already know that, then why are you asking me if I do?”

    “Don’t know.” She’d lost all interest in the movie. “Something I’ve been kind of thinking about lately, that’s all.”

    I worried that maybe she could see the bulge my hard cock was making. Part of me wanted her to see it.

    “If you have to hear it, then…yes, I do get horny and I do masturbate.”

    Her eyes lit up when I said the last word. “A lot?”

    “Not as much as you.”

    My daughter smiled and gave her ponytail another stroke. What she didn’t do was deny it.

    “I love the toy you got me,” she said, picking it up and hugging it to her chest. “So, would you say you jerk off like every day?”

    I had to laugh. She wasn’t going to let up. And I had to confess I enjoyed hearing her talking like that. My erection strained against my pants.

    “Not every day.” I wasn’t sure how honest I wanted to be with her about this. “But close.”

    “I do it pretty much every day. Even back when I was dating Steven, I did it all the time. Do you think I’m weird?”

    “Well, you are weird, but not because of that.” I was trying to keep things light so she wouldn’t know that she was driving me wild with lust.

    “I worry that I’m addicted to it sometimes.” She contemplated the dildo she was holding. “I bet you jerked off a lot when you were my age.”

    “I suppose I did. Although it wasn’t something I could talk about with my parents.” I was only making a half-hearted attempt to steer the conversation back into safe waters.

    “I’m glad we can talk about this kind of stuff,” she said and lay back on the sofa. “It’s good that we don’t have to make a big secret out of it. Don’t you think?”

    “I guess. Communication is always important.” I was too distracted by what my daughter was doing to think straight.

    She was holding the dildo with one hand so that the base of it rested low on her belly. With her other hand she was running her fingers over its contours with a loving touch. I watched as my mouth went dry and my breathing quickened. She lightly wrapped her hand around it and began stroking it up and down.

    “It must be cool to be a guy and have a penis,” she mused. “To have this big powerful thing that you can just grab onto whenever you want. Is that what if feels like, Daddy?”

    Why was she doing this to me? I never envisioned my sweet, innocent daughter as a seductive temptress, but that’s what she surely was. Did she even know what she was doing? Did she have any idea what effect she was having on me? God have mercy on my wretched soul.

    “I never really thought about it like that, but…yeah, I guess it’s pretty cool.” I swallowed hard, but my mouth was still dry. “But being a woman has its advantages, too.”

    She waggled the dildo like she had a cock of her own and thought about what I’d said. “I do like being a girl,” she conceded and ran a hand up her leg and down the inside of her thigh. She was getting dangerously close to crossing the line. “Do you ever wish I was a boy instead?”

    “Never,” I told her quite honestly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, sweetheart. I couldn’t have wished for a better daughter.”

    She didn’t respond, but I knew she liked hearing me say that. And I meant every word of it. Nicole was the reason I got out of bed in morning. She was the reason I had the courage to go on when my marriage had fallen apart only two years after it had started. She was my whole world. I lived to give her everything she wanted.

    “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m being weird tonight.” She tapped the tip of her toy cock against her chin as she tried to think of what to say next. “I just feel like I can talk to you about anything and you’d understand. My friends would all think I was a freak if I told them half the stuff I was feeling sometimes.”

    She looked over at me for confirmation that I was on her side. All I could do was smile at the sight of her big eyes gleaming across the darkened room at me. Nothing in the world was as precious to me as that girl, and nothing ever would be.

    “You’ll never be a freak to me, no matter what you’re thinking or feeling. I love you just for being you.”

    “I love you, too, Daddy.” She kissed the tip of the cock, seemingly without being aware of the juxtaposition of her words with her actions.

    She abruptly got up from the sofa and came over to my chair. I shifted in an effort to conceal my hard-on. She hugged me around the neck and kissed me on the cheek.

    “This movie kind of stinks.” She tapped her dildo against her tummy provocatively. “I’m going to go to my room and masturbate, then get to sleep. How about you?”

    “The same, I guess.”

    That got a big grin out of her.

    “Cool.” She took one more lingering glance at my crotch before turning to go. “Have fun with that, Daddy.”

    I heard the sound of her vibrator buzzing as soon as she left the room. She was definitely teasing me deliberately. I heard her bedroom door close and didn’t even bother waiting. I pulled my cock out of my pants and began jerking off like a man possessed. It was only a matter of about a minute before I was spraying fat gobs of jizz all over my shirt.

    Being open with your children about sex was one thing, but this was getting ridiculous. I didn’t know what kind of game Nicole was playing, but I couldn’t let her get the better of me like this. I was the responsible adult. I needed to keep my responses under control. Just because she was curious, and exploring the boundaries of our relationship, was no excuse for me to give into my basest cravings. She was my daughter, and that’s all it could ever be.

    I decided to go to bed before I was tempted to do anything stupid. As I approached my bedroom door I noticed something lying on the floor in the hallway. It was a pair of my daughter’s panties. I picked them up. They were still warm. And moist.

    She must have dropped them by accident. But why had she taken them off in the hallway instead of in her bedroom? Deep down I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. It was just an accident. I pressed the pink cotton fabric to my nose and breathed her in.

    A simple, meaningless, accident…

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    Re: My Daughter’s Dildo

    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 3
    by DirtyMindedMom

    Nicole was awake before me the next morning, which was unusual. Her panties were next to me on my bed. I was tempted to wrap them around my morning hard-on and jack off with them one more time. Since they were already crusted with two loads from the night before, I decided to restrain myself. I got up and tucked my daughter’s soiled panties down into my hamper under some of my own clothes. I needed to run them through the wash and clean off my filthy cum stains before sneaking them back into her drawer. I didn’t want her to know that her own father had sunk so low that he was doing unforgivably perverted things with her underwear.

    I put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and followed the smell of brewing coffee. Nicole brightened with a huge smile as soon as she saw me shuffle into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight-fitting pair of pajama shorts and a flimsy top that left no question about whether or not she had a bra on (she clearly didn’t). I had a sense that if I looked closely enough I would be able to detect the rosy blush of her pink areolas through the light fabric. I did everything I could not to look.

    “Morning, Daddy!” She came to me and kissed my cheek. “I’m making breakfast. What d’ya want?”

    “How about scrambled eggs and toast?”

    “Coming right up, sir.”

    She had outgrown those bottoms. They were way too tight on her. I could see every curve of her pert little ass. Even the sensual crease of her gorgeously shaped butt was apparent. The only thing I couldn’t see were panty lines. I couldn’t tell if she was being a cock-teasing minx on purpose, or if it was all just her being innocently clueless and I was the one suddenly noticing her in this new, strikingly inappropriate, way.

    I reached for the unopened electric bill sitting on the table in the hopes of distracting myself from my enchanting daughter and short-circuiting yet another improper erection.

    “I’m sorry if I weirded you out last night,” Nicole said as she cracked the eggs into the pan. “I was in a kind of a strange mood.”

    “No need to apologize.” I put aside the undecipherable bill and looked for something else to put my eyes on besides my daughter’s perfect ass. “We all have strange moods now and then. Some stranger than others.”

    She dropped a couple slices of bread into the toaster. “Thanks for putting up with me.” She fetched the butter out of the refrigerator and set it on the table. Her nipples were conspicuously poking up from under the top. It was most likely because of the cold air from the refrigerator and they would surely settle back down in a minute or so. “I like that we can talk about anything together.”

    “Me, too, sweetheart.” I tried to push away the dark urges that were rising up unbidden.

    “I don’t think any other dad would be willing to admit to his daughter about how he jerks off.” She checked to see what kind of reaction that got out of me.

    “Maybe because most dads don’t have a daughter who carries her dildo around everywhere she goes.”

    She shot me a guilty smile over her shoulder. “Leave my new best friend out of this.”

    Nicole scooped the eggs onto a plate, plucked the toast from the toaster, and set my plate in front of me along with the salt shaker. She sat down across from me and sipped her orange juice.

    “Looks delicious,” I said for the sake of saying anything and dug in.

    “Can I ask you something?”

    “Ho, boy. I’m guessing this is another one of those personal questions, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking permission first.”

    The wicked look in her eyes was enough to confirm my suspicion. “Last night, when we were talking, did you get an erection?”

    I almost choked on my eggs. “What? Why?”

    “Just curious.” She handed me a napkin. “It’s no big deal, but it looked like maybe you did and I was only wondering. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.” The last was said as a veiled challenge more than anything.

    I looked up from my plate and saw my daughter leaning forward, intently waiting for an answer. I knew what she wanted to hear, but I also knew that I shouldn’t be encouraging her.

    “Yeah,” I confessed, “I might have.”

    Her eyes grew wide with delight at my response. “Why did you have a hard-on?”

    “I don’t know. It just happens to men sometimes.” I was being a coward and she knew it. “Probably because of the way you were touching your dildo, or maybe all that talk about masturbating.”

    “You are so cute right now, Daddy.” She reached out and grasped my forearm in a gesture of loving support. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I don’t mind if you get hard around me. I know that it’s a natural thing that happens to guys, and it’s not like I’m a little kid anymore.”

    “No, you certainly aren’t.”

    “I mean, I get horny all the time, and there’s no point in pretending that you don’t get like that, too.” Her nipples were poking up through her top again, and I definitely couldn’t explain it away this time as being caused by cold air. “It seems silly for us to have to hide the way we’re feeling from each other. Don’t you think?”

    I had to try to inject some sanity into this conversation before it went too far.

    “Look, sweetheart, I think you and I have a great relationship, and I wouldn’t ever want to do anything to lose that. It’s just that I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to be too open about our sex lives with each other.” I felt her hand give my arm a light squeeze. “We should be able to talk if you have questions or problems, but I’m worried that it’s inappropriate for me as your father to share too much with you.”

    My heart was beating fast and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was saying what I knew I needed to say, but I hated every word out of my mouth. I could see some of that brightness fading from Nicole’s face as she absorbed what I was telling her. She put on a brave smile and patted my arm reassuringly.

    “Okay, I guess that makes sense. Oops, I forgot your coffee.” She got up and went to pour me a cup. “Like I said, I’ve been in a weird mood lately. Forget about everything and just pretend like I’m my normal self.” She delivered my coffee with just the right amount of sugar and cream.

    “I don’t want you to be upset, honey. I don’t want to ever do anything to hurt you, or to mess things up between us. That’s all.”

    “I’m not upset,” she assured me without believing it herself. “I think you’re the best dad a girl could ever want.” She hugged me from the side with her head tucked against my neck. “I love you so much.”

    “And I love you, sweetheart.” I patted her on the back.

    She held the hug longer than usual. I wondered if she was about to start crying, but when she broke away she was as cheerful and chipper as ever. I knew she was feeling rejected and was doing everything she could not to let me see it. She was trying to protect me from feeling bad about what I’d said. I loved her for that, but I still felt bad.

    The next couple days passed without incident. There was an intangible awkwardness between Nicole and me, but I knew it would pass soon. I was keeping my lascivious thoughts about my daughter to a minimum, and she was behaving herself in a much more proper manner. I was relieved that this strange storm had passed, until I went to do my laundry.

    As I opened the hamper I remembered that Nicole’s panties were still hidden under my stuff. I dug down but couldn’t find them. I emptied the hamper out into the laundry basket one item at a time, but they were nowhere to be found. I went through everything two more times, but they definitely weren’t there. What the fuck?

    That sinking feeling was back in my stomach. I went to Nicole’s bedroom. She was at soccer practice and wouldn’t be home for another hour. I looked in her underwear drawer, but they weren’t there. I checked her hamper without luck. I pulled the covers back on her bed and my worst-case worry was confirmed.

    There by her pillow was her purple dildo. Twisted around that dildo were the panties that I had found outside my bedroom door. And they were still dirty. The spots where my cum had soaked into them and dried were more than obvious. There was no way that she didn’t know beyond a doubt that I had not only taken her underwear into my room with me, but that I had clearly jerked off onto them. More than once.

    This was about as humiliating as it could get. I wanted to grab them and clean away the evidence of my lustful sins, but then she’d know I was snooping in her room. She hadn’t washed them herself. What did that mean? Was she planning on blackmailing me somehow? If one day down the road I told her she couldn’t stay out late with her friends, or go to a party, would she pull out those panties and wave them in my face? How could I exercise any parental authority with her holding onto that kind of leverage? I had royally screwed the pooch this time.

    I left everything where it was and walked out of her bedroom in a haze. I had no idea what to do, so I simply did nothing. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I imagined, and it would all resolve itself quietly. Unlikely, but possible.

    Nicole came home from practice and hit the shower. When she was done, my sweet daughter came into the living room wrapped in a towel that barely reached the tops of her thighs. She was holding her purple friend.

    “Daddy, do we have any more batteries? I think I wore these ones out.”

    “Already?”

    She just shrugged and gave me a shy smile. The hussy was back.

    She followed me into the kitchen and waited while I got her a new pair of batteries.

    “Can you put them in for me?” She held the toy out to me, then pulled it back quickly. “Oops, wait! I haven’t washed it since the last time I used it.” She bit her lip seductively and looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes. “Oh, but you don’t mind that, do you, Daddy?”

    She once again offered me her dildo. I took it, knowing that it was covered with the dried pussy juices of my baby girl. Damn, that kid was devious. I tried to keep my hands steady as I swapped out the batteries for her, even though I suspected she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. I handed the toy over and she turned it on.

    “Wow! That’s more like it.” She touched the tip of her fake cock to her cheek and ran it across her lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She turned and headed for her bedroom. “See you in about half an hour.”

    I swear I caught a glimpse of ass cheek as she went. It was all I could do not to follow her and jack off at her door again while I listened to my little girl fuck herself silly.

    This had everything to do with the panties. The moral high ground had evaporated from underneath me like it was never there. She had the upper hand, and she was going to take advantage of it. Well, let her play her little games. I was the adult. I was her father. Yes, I’d had a moment of weakness, but I wasn’t going to let her get the better of me in this. All I needed to do was ignore her childish enticements and she would eventually give up trying to get a rise out of me.

    Over the next few days I held firm. She resorted to leaving her dildo lying around all over the house. It seemed like I couldn’t turn around without it being there to taunt me. Nicole was running around the house in as little as she could get away with. One evening she was in the panties I had jerked off with, and I was pretty sure she still hadn’t washed them. The next night, as I went to my room to go to sleep, I heard that telltale buzzing noise coming from down the hall. It sounded louder than it should have. That’s when I noticed that Nicole’s door wasn’t closed all the way.

    I stood there for a long time with my hand on the knob of my bedroom door. There was no mistaking what she was doing. But did she even understand it herself? Was she letting the fantasy get the better of her? I knew I had. The reality of what she was contemplating was too ugly to fully appreciate – especially at her age. There was some misguided, romantic idea in her head about me that would only bring pain and suffering if acted on. I heard a soft moan float down the hallway from her bedroom.

    My knees felt weak, and my resolve even weaker. Everything was starting to unravel. I was overthinking this. I had to put it out of my mind, and not give her the satisfaction of responding to her provocations. She’d figure out soon enough that she couldn’t assert her feminine power over me. I was her father, for God’s sake.

    I silently slipped into my bedroom, then violently beat off three times before falling into an exhausted sleep.

    Work the next day was all but impossible. I couldn’t concentrate on anything without my daughter taking over my thoughts. I had to put a stop to her lewd behavior. If she acted up this evening I intended to confront her. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but being a parent isn’t always easy.

    Surprisingly, Nicole was a model daughter that night. Soccer game, dinner, homework, and a little TV with her old man. Nothing inappropriate. No sexual innuendo. Not even a revealing outfit. Perhaps we had cleared the hurdle. I was beyond relieved. At least until a knock at my bedroom door later that night woke me up.

    “Nicole?”

    “Yeah, it’s just me,” she whispered, already in my room. “I can’t sleep.”

    I looked for the glowing numbers of my clock, saw that it was after 2:00 a.m., and groaned. I felt her getting under the covers with me. “What’s the matter?” I muttered sleepily.

    “I don’t know. Nothing.”

    “Then why aren’t you in your bed asleep?” I could feel myself already starting to doze off.

    “Daddy? Are you mad at me?”

    “No. What makes you think I’m mad at you?”

    “I feel like you’ve kind of been avoiding me. Well, not exactly avoiding, but something like it.”

    “I don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you.” I was barely getting the words out as I fought not to fall back to sleep.

    “You seemed like maybe you were upset because I was talking about sex too much.”

    “I wasn’t upset, really…more like concerned.”

    “About what?” She shifted closer until her arm was touching mine.

    “About things I shouldn’t be talking to you about…or doing.” I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

    “Like what happened with my panties?”

    “Huh?” That woke me up a little.

    “You know,” her voice was low and almost seductive in the dark. “Like how you jerked off on my panties. That’s what you did, right?”

    “Um…I don’t…you see, what you don’t understand is…” I tried to pull my head together, but was failing in every way possible.

    “It’s okay, Daddy. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” She snuggled closer. “You can tell me if that’s what you did.” She was so near, and warm. “Did you?”

    There was no point in denying it. She already knew. “Yes. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but…”

    “You don’t have to explain it, Daddy. I understand.” Her fingers tickled up my forearm. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman, so you’ve got to do something.”

    “That doesn’t make it right for me to do something like that.” I should have sent her back to her own bedroom at that point. I should have at least moved away from her. Instead I let her stay close and continue touching me. Neither of us spoke for nearly a minute. I was beginning to relax again when I heard my daughter’s voice.

    “Daddy? What do you think about when you’re masturbating?”

    I found myself answering, almost as if she had me in a hypnotic trance. “The usual things I guess. Women…fantasies…”

    “Do you ever think about me?”

    Even in my drowsy stupor I knew better than to respond honestly to that.

    Nicole waited, but when no answer came she said, “Because I think about you sometimes, Daddy. Especially lately when I’m using my dildo.”

    I had to wonder if I’d slipped into a dream state. I couldn’t have heard what I just thought I did.

    “Honey…wait? What?”

    “I’m sorry, Daddy, but I can’t help it. When I masturbate I think about you sometimes.” She laid her hand on my chest. “Actually, a lot of the time. Do you think I’m gross for doing that?”

    “No,” I said trying not to panic. “No, but I don’t understand…”

    “It started a while ago. You were in the shower and I came in to get something and I saw you. It was through the glass, and everything was steamy, and I was trying not to look, but I saw your hand moving…down there.” She pressed closer and I felt something hard against my hip. “I never thought about you like that before, but after I saw you jerking off in the shower I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I know it’s supposed to be disgusting to think about anything to do with your parents and sex, but it makes me really, really horny to think about you touching your cock like that.”

    I wasn’t ready to deal with what I was hearing from my darling girl. “Something’s poking me,” I complained. “What is that?”

    “Oh, sorry.” She reached between us. “It’s my dildo.”

    “Why did you bring that in here?” This was getting more surreal by the moment.

    “I didn’t really mean to. I like having it close by just in case.”

    “In case what?”

    Nicole’s hand moved from my chest down to my stomach. I put my hand atop hers, afraid it might go lower.

    “Daddy, were you thinking about me when you jerked off and came on my panties? You can tell me the truth. It’s okay if you did.”

    I should have simply kept my mouth shut, but for some sick reason I wanted her to know.

    “Yes.” A pang of fear twisted my insides, but at the same time a sort of relief washed over me. “Yes, sweetheart, I was thinking about you when I was jerking off with your panties. I thought about how you’ve been walking around here lately showing off your legs and not wearing a bra. I thought about you using that dildo of yours, and about what a sexy woman you’re becoming.” I could practically hear her smiling in the dark. It was exactly what she wanted to hear.

    “So I guess I’m not the only pervert in this family, after all,” she said with a light giggle that made my heart warm. She was quiet for a few moments with her cheek nuzzled against my shoulder. “Daddy? Is your cock hard right now?”

    “Silly question. You know it is.”

    “My pussy is really wet.”

    Hearing my daughter say pussy like that for the first time sent a pleasant shock through me. My hard cock jumped in my underwear. I had let this go too far.

    “Maybe you should take your friend back to your own bed now, sweetheart.”

    “Noooo,” she whined and hugged me tighter. “Let me stay here with you.”

    “Only if you promise to stop talking like that.”

    “I promise.” She kissed my shoulder. “I’m sorry for getting your penis all hard, Daddy. G’night. I love you.”

    “Love you, too, honey.”

    It was all I could do not to grab my dick and start beating off like a madman. I was fairly convinced that Nicole would have been happy if I did, but there was also a pretty good chance that all she wanted to do was play the tease. She was hyper-horny and maybe it was just a matter of feeling safe enough around me to be naughty, knowing that there wasn’t any real risk of anything happening. Or, maybe I was trying to justify an extremely fucked up situation that I was only making worse.

    Nicole stayed quiet by my side. It felt good to have a woman in the bed with me, even if it was my own daughter. I wanted to hold her, but I didn’t dare. I was going to have to do some serious thinking about this in the morning. My brain was too muddled and confused to make any sense of anything at that point. It wasn’t long before I drifted back to sleep.

    The bed was moving. Awareness came to me slowly. The room was dark. Maybe Nicole was getting up and going to her own room. No, the movement was still going on. It was subtle. Rhythmic. Oh, Lord, no.

    “Nicole? What are you doing?”

    “I’m sorry, Daddy. I can’t help it.”

    “Are you…?”

    “I’m using my dildo. The dildo you bought for me, Daddy. It feels so good in my pussy.”

    I didn’t hear the buzz of the vibrator, but from the way the bed was moving there was no doubt she was telling the truth.

    “Nicole, you shouldn’t be…we can’t…”

    “It’s okay, Daddy. I just have to cum real quick, then I’ll be good. I promise.”

    She was no longer trying to restrain her motions. My daughter was flagrantly masturbating on my bed right next to me. How had I gone this far wrong as a parent?

    “I’m masturbating, Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to do it with me. Jerk off with me, Daddy. Please…” The sound of the dildo moving in and out of her wet pussy was becoming more obvious.

    “Don’t…” I pleaded weakly.

    “I know you want this.” A little moan came from here then. “I know your cock is hard for me. Masturbate with me, Daddy. Cum with me.”

    I wanted to refuse. I wanted to be strong enough to do the right thing. I wanted to be the father I should have been. Instead, I felt myself giving in to my daughter’s vulgar teenage lusts.

    “I want this so bad,” Nicole panted. “Touch your cock, Daddy. I want you to masturbate with me.”

    I reached down inside my pajama bottoms and took hold of my erection. I hadn’t felt that hard in years. I was acting like a piece of shit, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was right there next to me, pleasuring herself, and begging me to join her.

    “Are you doing it?” she asked from the darkness. Nicole had the bed rocking steadily now.

    “Yes,” was all I could manage to get out.

    “Oh, God,” she moaned. “I can’t believe it. This is happening. Are you really doing it? Are you jerking off, Daddy?”

    “Yes I am.” I gripped myself tighter and committed to the depraved act I was about to perform along with my daughter.

    “Doesn’t it feel good?” She kicked at the blanket until we were both uncovered. I could only see the barest hint of her next to me, but that was enough to fire my imagination. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

    With the blanket gone it was impossible not to notice the scent of Nicole’s arousal. I’d had a faint sample of it when I’d sniffed her panties, but this was something else altogether. I hadn’t smelled a woman in that way for many years. It made me want to do some very bad things. Things I would regret for the rest of my life.

    “It feels real good, Nic.” I was never much of a talker in the bedroom. It somehow made sense with her, though. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”

    “It’s okay, Daddy. Don’t stop. Just go with it. Yeah…” Her body bounced against mine. “Stroke your big cock while I fuck my pussy. Just like that…”

    I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my daughter’s mouth. As surprised as I was, it didn’t prevent me from beating my stiff dick even harder when I heard it.

    “You’ve got a dirty mouth, young lady.”

    “I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for so long.” She wasn’t holding anything back. “I think about your cock every night when I fuck my dildo, Daddy. Do you think about my pussy when you jerk off, Daddy? Do you?”

    “I do. God help me, I do.” I was glad the lights were off so she couldn’t see the shame that would be obvious on my face for talking to her like that. “I think about you in your bedroom, spreading your legs, and playing with your dildo. I picture you naked and masturbating. Oh, fuck.”

    If the groan of pleasure that she let out as I said this was any indication, I’d just made her fondest fantasy come true. “Did it make you cum? Did you cum thinking about how I fuck my pussy with the dildo you got me?”

    “Yes! I came every night thinking about you.” I couldn’t take it anymore and I yanked down my pajama bottoms. It wasn’t like she could see anything, so what difference did it make?

    “I knew it. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I wanted so bad. And now…and now…now I’m cumming. Oh, fuck, Daddy! I’m fucking cumming right now! Ah-ah-ahhhh!”

    Her body tensed next to me and I could feel her lifting off the bed. She twisted against me and screamed as the intensity of her orgasm racked her small body. The sound of her cumming sent me over the top. My balls clenched tight and I began spraying jizz onto my chest and belly. I let out a few strained grunts through gritted teeth, then went lax.

    “Oh my God,” Nicole wheezed. “That was incredible. We came at the same time.” She could barely catch her breath. “We really just masturbated together. I’m so happy right now, you have no idea.” She somehow found my free hand and held it tight.

    I couldn’t deny that it was easily the best sexual experience I’d had in years – maybe even in my whole life. That didn’t, however, change the fact that it was also the most shameful thing I’d ever done, sexual or otherwise. I’d just jerked off next to my own daughter. The one person in the world who I was responsible for raising, and guiding, and teaching right from wrong. The one person who depended on me to protect her from the world. From a world that was out to exploit her and take advantage of her. And there I was holding my pulsating cock in my hand, with a warm load of semen soaking into my t-shirt and a maddening desire to bury my face between her beautiful legs. I belonged in the All-Star wing of the Creep Hall of Fame.

    “I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart,” I whispered.

    The moments ticked by and we each lay quietly with our thoughts. Her breathing gradually slowed. She let out a gratified sigh. I tried not to think about all the ramifications of what I’d just done. I’d crossed a line that would forever change my relationship with my daughter. It was inexcusable and irresponsible, but I couldn’t go back and change what happened. There was nothing I could do about it now. Worrying about it now wasn’t going to do me any good. I’d deal with it in the morning.

    “I love you so much, Daddy,” Nicole mumbled sleepily. She cuddled against me and draped an arm over my body. There was a good chance she was getting my cum on her. Nothing I could do about it. I didn’t have the energy to pull my pajama bottoms back up.”

    “Love you.” I was pretty sure I said that out loud, but I may have already been asleep.

    I woke up just before dawn without opening my eyes. I had the distinct impression that there was a hand cupping my balls. A small, soft, warm hand. I dozed off again without doing anything about it.

    When I finally woke up in the morning I found myself alone in my bed. I wanted it all to have been a dream. A wonderfully erotic fantasy of a dream. I rolled over and felt the place where I had dreamt she was lying. The sheets were cold. Maybe it hadn’t been real. I moved my hand lower and knew that was only wishful thinking.

    The big wet spot Nicole had left behind was ample evidence that I had truly done a bad, bad thing.

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    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 4
    by DirtyMindedMom

    By the time I woke up, Nicole was already gone. I got a text from her as I was on the drive home from work letting me know she was hanging out at her friend Becca’s house and would be staying for dinner. It was late by the time she came in, and all I got was an “I’m home” from the hallway before she went straight to her room. Something wasn’t right.

    I wanted to check with her and make sure she was okay, but I decided it would be better to give her some space. If she wanted to talk she would come to me. The problem was that I didn’t know if I wanted to talk. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night before. It seemed unreal in the light of day. My daughter and I had masturbated together on the same bed. Granted, it was dark and neither of us saw anything of the other, but it had happened.

    I was deeply ashamed for letting myself do what I did. I knew better than to get carried away with something like that. She was just a clueless teenager with limited impulse control. I was supposed to be the responsible adult. I’d taken advantage of my daughter’s surging hormones and hyperactive sex drive. I was the worst kind of monster.

    The next day was pretty much the same routine. I couldn’t let her go on being upset with me over this. I had to talk to her. I tapped on her bedroom door that night.

    “Nicole?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Can we talk?”

    She didn’t answer right away. “Just a second.” There were some soft shuffling noises, then, “Okay, you can come in.”

    I recognized the smell of pussy in the air as soon as I stepped in. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her purple dildo was near at hand on her nightstand. I couldn’t help noticing that it shined slickly in the light, as if it was wet.

    “Oops,” she blurted out when she realized what I was looking at and quickly tucked her toy under her pillow.

    Nicole’s cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were stiff points beneath her shirt. There was no mistaking what she had been doing when I knocked on her door.

    “Everything okay?” I asked as affectionately as I could.

    “Yeah, sure,” she lied.

    “I haven’t seen much of you the past couple days.”

    “I know. Coach has us doing double practices, plus Becca and I have a project for science we’re doing together.”

    “Is that really all it is?”

    “Yes.” She looked like she might cry if pushed. “No.”

    “Are you upset about the other night?” I sat down on the end of her bed.

    “Sort of, I guess.” She looked down, unable to meet my eyes.

    “I was afraid of that.” Seeing her like this was breaking my heart. “First of all, I’m sorry. I should have never–”

    “Wait, no,” she interrupted. “You shouldn’t be sorry, Daddy. I’m the one who did it. It was all my fault. I should be saying sorry to you.”

    “No, honey, you’ve got it backwards. I’m the adult here, and–”

    “And I was the one acting like a stupid slut.” She seemed intent on not letting me finish a sentence. “I had all these crazy thoughts in my head, and I knew you hadn’t had sex in a really long time, and I took advantage of you because of that.”

    “You took advantage of me?” Didn’t see that coming.

    “I was horny, and I don’t know what I was thinking. I pretty much forced you to do what I wanted, and you must think I’m a disgusting pervert for even wanting that in the first place.” Her tears were starting to trickle down her cheeks. “It was bad what I did, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you never forgave me for it.”

    “Oh, sweetheart.” I reached out to her and she leaned into my embrace. “There’s nothing I need to forgive you for. It’s okay.”

    Her head was buried against my chest and I could feel her fighting to not start sobbing outright. I held her tight.

    “We did something we shouldn’t have done, but I let it happen. I’m supposed to be the grown-up here, so if it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine.”

    “I don’t want you to hate me for being this way.”

    “Of course I don’t hate you. I love you.” I gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I love you more and more every day. Just when I think I can’t love you any more, bam! I do.”

    “Stop it. You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

    “That’s my job.” I rubbed her arm. “Is it working?”

    “Sort of.” She looked up at me with watery eyes and a reddened nose. “Maybe you should send me to some kind of sex psychiatrist.”

    “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I said. “It’s normal to sometimes have those kinds of feelings.”

    “No, you don’t understand, Daddy.” She wiped her cheeks and sat back a little. “The things in my head can’t be normal. I think about it all the time.” Nicole took my hand and held it tight in both of hers. “The truth is that I’m not really upset about the other night. It was the best thing that ever happened. And that’s what’s bothering me.”

    I wanted to tell her it was the best night for me too, but I knew that would only encourage her.

    “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she went on. “When you knocked on my door just now I was masturbating with my dildo and pretending you were next to me jerking off just like we did the other night.”

    “Well, um…I don’t think a psychiatrist–”

    “I’m practically obsessed with your cock, Daddy, and I’ve never even really seen it.”

    This girl was testing me at every turn. I had to stay strong for her sake.

    “Okay, let’s try to calm down and figure out what to do about this.”

    “There’s something seriously wrong with me.” She was on the verge of tears once again. “I shouldn’t be getting all turned on like this over my own father.”

    “I know it seems bad, but I don’t think it’s especially unusual or strange. This is what all that Freud stuff was about. Sometimes kids go through phases where they become sexually fixated on the opposite-sex parent. There’s nothing wrong with you that isn’t wrong with everyone else.”

    “Does that mean that you had sex dreams about your mother, and thought about her naked all the time?”

    Yikes! How do I answer that one? I had to be honest.

    “Basically, yes. To tell you the truth, there was a time when I was a teenager that I thought about my mom in that way.”

    “Seriously? You wanted to have sex with Gramma?”

    “No, it wasn’t like that exactly.” I was starting to sweat. “I was curious about women’s bodies, and she was the only woman around, and so I had this thing where I wanted to see her naked.” I’d never told this to anyone before. I was barely able to admit it to myself. “But more than that, I wanted her to see me naked. I fantasized a lot about her seeing me and…touching me. Touching my penis…mostly.”

    The way Nicole was looking at me she either thought I was full of shit or a degenerate loser.

    “Did anything like that ever happen with you two?”

    “No, not really.” I was hoping I could get away with not going into any more detail.

    “Yes,” she insisted, “something did happen. Tell me.”

    “She did accidentally walk in on me once when I was, you know…jacking off.” That brought a smile to her face. “Only it wasn’t entirely an accident. I planned to get caught on purpose.”

    “What happened?”

    “My mom, um…Gramma came into my bedroom to put away my clean clothes. I knew it was her laundry day and so there I was on the bed, whacking away, waiting for her.” My cock stirred as I recollected one of my fondest and most shameful memories. “She was halfway into my room before she noticed I was there and saw what I was doing. She stopped in her tracks and didn’t know what to do. Like a deer in the headlights.”

    “Were you all naked?”

    “I had a t-shirt on that was pulled up, and my pants pulled down around my knees. I must have looked like a pathetic loser.” I couldn’t believe now that I had gone to such desperate lengths back then. I was beginning to see Nicole’s behavior in a more sympathetic light.

    “I bet you looked cute jerking your little dinky like that.”

    “Hey, it wasn’t that little,” I protested with a chuckle. “Anyway, she just stood there in shock for a few seconds and before I knew it I was…finishing.”

    Her mouth dropped open. “You came in front of Gramma?”

    I nodded. “Not my proudest moment, but yeah.”

    “What did she do?” Nicole was fascinated.

    “Nothing at first, she just kind of looked at me like she couldn’t believe what just happened.” I suddenly worried that this story might change the way Nicole felt about her gramma. “Then, she smiled. It was different than the way she normally smiled at me. It gave me a funny feeling all over.”

    Nicole squeezed my hand. “She probably liked what she saw.”

    “I don’t know about that. Maybe.” I remembered how much I wanted to believe that at the time. “She said she’d come back when I was done ‘playing,’ and gave me a wink before she left.”

    “Wow, she handled that pretty cool.” The way Nicole was squirming ever so slightly was a clear sign that she was getting turned on by our conversation. “Did you ever talk about it after that?”

    “No. Sex wasn’t something we ever discussed in our house when I was growing up.” From the way my daughter was sitting cross-legged in front of me I could see a small wet spot forming in her thin shorts at the center of her crotch. “It was an awful trick to play on my mother. I was afraid if I mentioned anything that I’d get into trouble for it. It was the worst and best thing I’d ever done.” My next words were out before I could stop them. “Until the other night.”

    She didn’t react at first, but then a big smile lit up her pretty face. “So, does that mean I’m not in trouble?”

    “You’re not in trouble, but I think we have to try to keep our sex lives, or lack thereof, more to ourselves.” That was pretty much the opposite of what I wished I could say. “I think it’s great that you’re in tune with your sexual desires, and that we can talk about things when you need to, but we don’t want temptations to lead us into doing something we’ll regret.”

    “When you say temptations, do you mean like that one?” Her eyes slipped down to my lap.

    I looked down, knowing what I’d see. My hard-on was clearly evident in my pants.

    “Or like that one,” I nodded toward her crotch.

    Nicole looked down and noticed the growing wet spot.

    “Oops,” she giggled, but made no effort to hide it. Taking my cue from her, I didn’t bother covering up my erection. “I guess we’re both pretty messed up, huh?”

    “Looks that way.” It was all I could do not to take her right there on her bed. “But we’re going to behave ourselves from now on, right?”

    “Yes,” she agreed. “I’ll do my best to be good.”

    “That goes double for me.”

    We looked at each other, each knowing that the other was lying. Our bodies were betraying our true desires. Our minds knew what was right and what was proper. Which would prove stronger, body or mind?

    I leaned over, kissed her chastely on the forehead, and left. I heard that tell-tale buzzing sound almost before the door was closed behind me. That girl’s sex drive was like a force of nature. It took every ounce of resolve for me not to open the door and go back in. Despite what she’d promised, I knew she’d probably welcome me with open legs. But I couldn’t take advantage of this situation. I had to keep my priorities as her father foremost in my mind. Just because she wanted it didn’t mean I should give it to her. We’d both be grateful someday that I was able to hold out and do the right thing.

    As it turned out, we’d never know for sure if that would have proved true.

    It was a few nights later and the two of us were watching TV together. Nicole was lying on the sofa, and I was settled into my favorite chair. We had managed to behave ourselves fairly well over the past couple days, but there was still an underlying tension that we could both feel. I saw that she was doing everything she could to restrain her impulses, and I had to credit her with making the effort. Even so, I couldn’t help noticing that she had a throw pillow strategically placed over her hips, and I couldn’t see where exactly one of her hands was – though I had a good theory.

    My internal debate about all this had been raging back and forth constantly since we’d talked. I knew it was absolutely wrong to encourage her misplaced sexual attraction to me, but at the same time I remembered what it was like when I was her age. Confessing how I’d had sexual feelings about my own mother reawakened that primal desire in me. I’d been having fantasies about my mother walking in on me jacking off and offering to help — just like when I was a teenager. This made me realize that what I wanted most at that time was for my mom to be the one to take the initiative and fulfill my obscene desires. As forward as Nicole had been about all this, I had become certain that this was what she was hoping for as well.

    “What’s going on under that pillow, young lady?” I asked when the next commercial came on.

    She looked across at me with a guilty expression, knowing she had been caught doing something naughty.

    “Nothing,” she said. “I was just…nothing.”

    The only light in the room came from the television, but that was all I needed to see that she was blushing.

    “Alright, if you say so,” I teased, knowing that she had been touching herself.

    After a few minutes she sat up. “I need to go to my room and…take care of something.” She stood and headed for the hallway.

    “You don’t have to,” I said. She paused before turning the corner. “You can take care of that in here if you want.” I knew I was making a huge mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself.

    Nicole didn’t know how to react at first, especially after what I had told her the other day. After a few seconds she laughed. “Yeah, right.” She headed off to her bedroom. I was relieved that she was able to hold strong where I wasn’t.

    I was half tempted to go listen again at her door, but I did my part to hold firm. Before I could go too far feeling proud of myself for not perving on my daughter, the night took a turn.

    “Daddy?”

    I looked around to find Nicole standing there in a cute little matching bra and panty set holding her dildo.

    “Were you serious? Can I really do it here in the living room?”

    “Oh, um…yeah…sure. If you like.” My cock was hard before I was able to finish my stammering response.

    “What about when you said we had to behave ourselves?”

    “Is that what you want?”

    She shook her head. “No.”

    “In that case, there’s no good reason to have to hide in your bedroom every time you want to use your dildo.”

    “Are you going to stay?”

    “Do you want me to?”

    A wicked smile lifted her cheeks. She nodded and moved to the sofa. I could see that this was exactly the sort of thing she’d been fantasizing about for the past weeks. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d jacked off imagining my mother making such an invitation to me. It was nice to be able to give my girl what she desired, even if it was something as sinfully indecent as this.

    Nicole was lying on the couch, her head propped on a throw pillow at one end and both her feet up on the cushion at the other. I had a perfect view of her long, lean body in profile as the shifting light of the TV played over her bare skin. She switched on her toy to the lowest setting.

    “Is the noise going to bother you?” she asked as if I’d be watching the television instead of her.

    “Make all the noise you want, sweetheart.”

    I could tell she was a little self-conscious, but she was enjoying being looked at. Nicole moved the vibrator down between her legs and played it over the crotch of her panties. Her free hand rested on her tummy. It seemed impossible that I was witnessing this.

    It wasn’t long before she lifted her hips and slid her panties down the length of her legs, leaving them hooked around one ankle. I could only see the slightest hint of pubic hair from the angle I was at, but that was enough for me.

    She went back to teasing herself with the toy, this time with no fabric in the way. My girl was touching her clit with her dildo right in front of me. I hadn’t cum in my pants since I was a teenager, but I was likely to do just that as I watched my daughter pleasuring herself.

    “That feels so good,” she groaned and began turning her hips in small circles.

    My mouth had gone dry, and my heart was hammering away in my chest. I gripped the armrests tight and resisted the urge to rush across the room and jump on top of her. She just wanted to show off and be seen. All I was doing was indulging a bit of natural teenage fantasy, nothing more. This is what she wanted, and I was simply letting her have it. This was as far as it could go.

    “The best is when it first goes inside of me,” Nicole said without looking my way.

    I couldn’t see because her leg was blocking my view, but from the way her hands were moving I could tell she was getting ready to insert the dildo into her pussy. My stomach felt like it was in freefall as I hurtled down the world’s highest rollercoaster. The buzzing sound became muffled and I knew for certain she was pushing it inside her.

    “It’s not as good as a real cock…” she paused as the dildo went deeper. “But it feels good to have something nice and hard in there.”

    My daughter’s running commentary was only making it more difficult for me to resist doing something that couldn’t be undone.

    “It feels strange listening to you talking like that,” I said. I was sure she could hear the thick lust in my voice.

    “I like being able say this kind of stuff in front of you now.” From the motion of her arm it was obvious that she was slowly moving the dildo in and out. “Like about masturbating…and about my pussy…and about the bad things I want to do…” The taut muscles of her legs flexed with sensuous purpose as she moved her hips to meet each penetrating thrust. “Do you like it when I say those kinds of things, Daddy?”

    “I’m not supposed to, but…yeah, I have to admit that I do.”

    “That’s what I thought.” She looked over at me. “I can tell because your cock gets hard whenever we talk lately. Like how it is now.”

    “Guilty as charged.” I was flattered by the way she stared longingly at my insistent bulge.

    “I think you should take it out.”

    “Take what out?” I said, feigning ignorance.

    She flashed me another one of her wicked smiles. “I want you to take your cock out so I can look at it while I fuck the dildo you bought me.”

    I was about to cross another line that I was well aware I shouldn’t cross, but even as I was admonishing myself I was lowering the zipper of my pants. My erection sprang free. My daughter’s eyes went wide as she gawked at my cock standing at attention in my lap.

    “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned and gave herself a hard thrust. “You have the sexiest cock I’ve ever seen.” Nicole stared at my exposed dick as she humped her toy. Her expression betrayed an animal longing, and her open mouth invited thoughts of highly unnatural acts. “I want to see you play with it.” Her big, lustful eyes met mine. “Masturbate with me, Daddy.”

    My instinct was to grab my cock and begin beating off for her, but I had to show at least some resistance.

    “I don’t know, honey. It’s bad enough that I’m letting you see my penis like this. I mean, what kind of father would I be if I stroked myself in front of my daughter?”

    “You’d be the best father ever,” she said with an aching whimper. Her body writhed on the sofa as she pleaded her case. “You already did it with me once. The sound of you rubbing your cock next to me in the dark that night drove me crazy. I need to see it. I want to see you jerk off so bad, Daddy.”

    “Well…if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

    “Stop torturing me, Daddy, and do it.” She sounded like she was ready to weep with frustration. “Cum with me. Please…”

    I gave in to my little girl, just like I always seemed to. I took a hold of my cock and began stroking it slowly. Nicole licked her lips and fucked herself a little faster. I never had a female fixate of my penis with such worshipful adoration before. It was a big boost to my ego…even if it was my own daughter. “How’s that?”

    “Perfect,” she moaned. “This is really happening…I can’t believe we’re doing this…”

    I couldn’t believe it either. It’s nothing I ever expected, or ever imagined, I would want so intensely. My daughter and I were watching each other masturbate. She was just across the room in nothing but a bra ramming a vibrating cock into her young pussy, and I was sitting there with my dick out whacking off in front of her. I couldn’t deny that I was failing as a father, but at the time all I could do was be a man. A vulgar, vile, selfish man.

    “Jerk off like you really do, Daddy,” she begged. “Jerk your cock the way you do when you really want to cum hard.” Nicole was having a hard time talking and catching her breath and fucking herself all at the same time. She was going at it intensely, plunging the dildo in and out of her cunt with unrestrained desire.

    I did as she asked and stopped trying to put up a controlled front. I gripped my shaft harder and began seriously jacking off. Damn, it felt good to just let loose and go for it with her watching me. I’d always been self-conscious about the idea of allowing a woman see me masturbate myself, but somehow I didn’t have any of these qualms about stroking my own dick in front of my horny girl.

    “You like that?” I groaned without actually intending to speak.

    “Oh, fuck, yes!” she answered immediately. “I love it. I fucking love it!” She was bouncing madly on the sofa, her ass rising up to meet each rapid thrust of her purple dildo. “I want to see you cum, Daddy. Make your cock cum for me!”

    I wanted to make it last longer, but the sight of her in the full throes of sexual passion combined with hearing those words coming from my baby’s lips conspired to bring me off in short order.

    “Here it comes…” I quickly pulled my shirt up. “This is for you…aaaahhhh!” A thick, white spurt of jizz shot from my cock and landed on my bare belly. I arched up and kept jacking. More cum welled up from my clenching balls and spilled down over my knuckles in a warm flow. “Oh, shit,” I sighed.

    “Fuck, Daddy,” Nicole gasped. “I saw it! I saw you fucking cum. Look at it all…oh, fuck!” She pounded herself feverishly without taking her eyes away from the pearly goo oozing down my cock. “I love it, I love it so much, I love your cum, oh fucking fuck!” She lifted her hips and pushed her dildo as deep as she could, letting out a scream of primal release as she did.

    I was shocked at how loud she was willing to be in front of me as she orgasmed. She cried out, and moaned, and thrashed as if she had the house all to herself. “Fuck, yes!” she hollered just before her entire body went slack and she fell heavily onto the sofa in a breathless heap.

    Neither of us spoke for a time. A car commercial droned on as the light from the TV flickered over her nearly naked body. She slowly slid the dildo from her wet hole. The sound of that simple act was enough to keep my cock throbbing hard despite having just cum. I began to feel uncomfortable. I’d let it happen again. I should have been more disgusted with myself, but I wasn’t able to muster the appropriate amount of self-loathing in that moment. I looked around for something to clean myself with.

    “Um…can you toss me the box of tissues?” I asked.

    Nicole’s eyes opened partway and she gazed over at me. “No,” she answered simply. “I want you to stay like that.” She regarded me with an amused smirk, apparently enjoying the sight of my semen-covered belly and jizz-coated cock.

    After almost a minute she stood. My attention went immediately to the tiny patch of neatly trimmed pussy hair that topped her barely mature slit. As she walked toward me she reached behind and unfastened her pretty little bra. It fell away, revealing her small, but perfectly shaped breasts. Nicole’s pink, puffy areolas were those of a budding young girl, but the rest of her was that of a sexually adept woman.

    I sat dumbly in my chair not knowing how to react to her brazen approach. I wanted her to keep her distance, but I also wanted her close. She paused in front of me, then moved to sit on my lap.

    “Don’t, honey…ah, you’ll get my mess on you.”

    She smiled and climbed onto me, curling up like she used to when she was little.

    “I don’t mind,” she purred and nuzzled her cheek against my shoulder. Nicole had her feet drawn up as she settled her naked self into me like we were made to fit together.

    I didn’t dare move for fear of breaking the spell of the moment. There was an intimacy between us like I’d never felt with any other woman before. My heart ached at the perfection of it. After a few quiet moments she extended a finger and touched a gob of sperm-laced semen running down over my skin. She made small circles, smearing it around, then lifted that finger to her nose. She sniffed at it and moaned ever so quietly.

    “This feels really weird, doesn’t it?”

    “Um…” I wasn’t sure which way I should go. “A little bit, yeah.”

    “I mean, you just saw me totally go nuts on myself with a dildo.” She dabbed her finger back into the thinning pool of cum sliding its way gradually down my stomach. “And the whole time I was getting off to watching you jack off your gorgeous cock.”

    “When you put it that way, weird might be an understatement.”

    “I know I’m not supposed to feel this way about it because you’re my dad and all, but I never got so turned on with anyone else before.” Her finger traced a spiral path lower until she was twirling the fringe of my pubic hair. “It was pretty good with Steven, and a couple of the other boys I fooled around with before him, but nothing like this.”

    “Maybe it’s not a good idea to compare–”

    “But that’s just it,” she interrupted softly, “there is no comparison.” She kissed the space between my collar bone and my throat. The sensation this sent up my spine was patently criminal. “Steven jerked off for me once, and it was nice, but nothing like what we just did. Daddy, you have no idea how hard you just made me cum.”

    “I don’t know if I can take all the credit,” I said, sounding like a bumbling schoolboy. “You were doing most of the work over there all by yourself.”

    “Oh, please,” she responded with a tempting lilt. “I’ve been doing that almost every day since my dildo came in the mail, and it was never as intense as just then. There’s for sure something seriously wrong with me.” As she said this her finger found the tip of my cock.

    I held my breath, not knowing how I should react. My daughter’s delicate touch glided playfully along the length of my cum-slicked piss hole. It was the most exquisite sensation I had ever experienced up until that point in my life.

    “If that’s the case,” I managed to choke out, “then I guess there’s something seriously wrong with me, too.” I felt her snuggle her naked tits tighter against me as I spoke and could barely get the next words out. “I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Nicole. I know you’re my daughter and that I shouldn’t think about you that way, but I can’t help it.”

    “So what are we going to do?” All the fingers of her hand were now twirling languidly around the head of my cock, lightly teasing me to blissful distraction.

    “I don’t know. What do you think we should do?”

    I should have taken the initiative and told her we had to dial it back, but I wanted to hear her say that she wanted more. I could still tell her no, but I wanted to at least hear it.

    “Right now, I think you should touch my ass,” she whispered, taking my hand and placing it on one of her firm butt cheeks.

    I couldn’t resist squeezing it. “Oh, God, that feels nice.”

    “Mmm, I agree.” She leaned her head down and feathered several kisses over one of my nipples. “I’m not going to lie, Daddy, I totally want you to fuck me.”

    Those words shot through me like pure adrenaline laced with a double dose of Viagra. I wasn’t able to form an intelligible response.

    “But,” she went on, “I know you probably wouldn’t want to do that with me.” Little did she know I was a heartbeat away from throwing her down on the floor and fucking the living daylights out of her right then and there. “So I was hoping we could at least play with ourselves together some more.” Nicole wrapped her hand around my hard-on and gripped it tight. “How does that sound, Daddy?” She began stroking my cock. “If we just masturbate with each other?”

    I couldn’t hold back the moan that the feeling of my girl’s hand working up and down my shaft elicited. She obviously took this as a yes and began jerking me faster. The motion of her body caused her pert little butt to wiggle under my hand. My fingers naturally gravitated into the cleft of her ass, then inward toward the wet heat of her sex.

    “Touch me, Daddy,” she groaned softly. “Touch me there. I want you to.”

    It was something I should never have even entertained in my most twisted fantasies, much less actually considered doing, but it was impossible to resist her pleas. My fingers slowly worked their way into the space where her thighs came together. I could feel the pliant swell of her outer lips. There was the barest hint of roughness where she’d shaved herself. I slid my touch forward to where the lips of her inner labia protruded from her slit. They were delicate little wings of flesh, slick with her excitement.

    “Oh, God, you’re doing it.” Nicole kissed and sucked the side of my neck, never slowing her pumping stroke. “You’re touching my pussy for real. It feels so good, Daddy. Keep going.”

    “I don’t think I should,” I protested weakly. “What happened to only masturbating together?”

    “That’s all we’re doing.” She deftly twisted her fist around my cock as she stroked. “I’m masturbating you, and you’re going to masturbate me.”

    “Can’t argue with that logic,” I mumbled, readily giving in to her once again. I pressed my finger along the smooth length of her well-lubricated pussy until my touch reached her stiff little nub.

    “Ohhh!” Her whole body jolted on my lap. “That’s my clit.”

    “I know what it is,” I chuckled. “It’s been a while, but your old man still knows his way around a pussy.”

    “It’s only that it doesn’t seem like it can be happening.” Her teeth nibbled at my neck and shoulder. “My dad is touching my fucking clit right now.”

    “And right now my daughter is holding my dick in her hand.”

    She let out a purring moan. “I’m doing more than holding it,” she said giving me a couple of hard jerks. “I’m making it cum.”

    “You sure are, darling.” It was like I’d been transported to a new reality where all my past expectations were meaningless and I had no clue what might come next. “Damn, your pussy feels so good…”

    “I like the way you touch me, Daddy.” She sucked at my earlobe. “No boy has ever made me feel like this before.” Nicole slowed her pace, tugging me in rhythm with my circling strokes around her sensitive clit. “You can put your finger inside me, if you want,” she offered in a kittenish voice.

    “Is that what you want me to do?”

    “Yes.” She giggled, knowing she wasn’t going get anything past me that easily. “I want to feel you inside of me.” She jerked a little faster. “I want you to finger fuck me, Daddy. Please…”

    How could I deny my little girl? I let my middle finger zig-zag deliberately along the inner recesses of her blossoming womanhood to her pulsating opening. Her breath chattered out of her in anticipation as my finger dawdled around the rim of her receptive vagina.

    “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said in a raspy admonition that lacked any conviction.

    “No, we shouldn’t,” Nicole agreed and grasped my shaft harder. “But we need to. I need this, Daddy. And I think you do, too.” Her lips found mine and we kissed.

    As her tongue played its way into my mouth, my finger penetrated her for the first time. I was inside her. Her pussy convulsed and clasped tight around my middle finger. There was no longer any question about it: I was officially molesting my daughter — and it felt amazing.

    “Oh, Daddy, yes!” She gasped with her mouth pressed against mine. “Oh, fuck, yes, deeper!”

    We kissed like passion-crazed lovers as she pleasured me and I pleasured her. I could feel every contour of my daughter’s slick inner walls. The muscular strength of her young vagina all but pulled my finger deeper inside. It had been so long since I’d known this heavenly sensation. The fact that I was fingering my own daughter made it more terrible and wonderful than anything I’d ever done before.

    “Is that okay like that?” I asked, worried I was pushing things too far.

    “One more…” she panted.

    “Huh?”

    “Put another finger in me, Daddy.”

    I pulled my hand back far enough to add my ring finger to the mix, then eased both fingers back into her hole. Nicole threw her head back and let out a happy squeal. I guess she was more than okay with it like that.

    “I love it, I love it, I love it,” she chanted joyously.

    I knew that she’d had sex with her boyfriend Steven, and I certainly knew that she’d fucked the dildo I got for her on many occasions, but I was surprised at how tight she was despite this. I couldn’t imagine getting anything with more girth than my two fingers comfortably inside her pussy. Not that I was intending to, of course; it was simply an idle observation.

    “Let’s cum at the same time,” Nicole insisted, never letting up for a second on my dick. “Tell me when you’re going to shoot and I’ll try to cum with you.” Her eyes flashed with lascivious enthusiasm. “When you start getting close, move your fingers in and out of my pussy really fast, okay?”

    She had always been bossy as a little girl, so I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was the same when it came to sex. Nicole spit on the palm of her hand and went right back to jacking me off. She watched my face with gleeful expectation, biting her lower lip in the cutest way. I pumped my two fingers in and out of her, turning my wrist slightly as I did in an effort to hit her g-spot. The moment was beyond surreal, but I didn’t want it to end.

    After another minute of increasingly intense mutual masturbation, I felt that welcomed tingle in my balls. I dutifully increased the pace of my fingering as instructed. Nicole’s eyes went wide and her smile grew. She knew it was time.

    “Are you going to cum for me, Daddy?” Her hand continued moving steadily, and she began humping back against my thrusting fingers. “You gonna shoot a nice big load for me?”

    “Yes,” I moaned. As strange as it was to listen to my little girl talking dirty like that, it was also the hottest thing I’d ever heard. “I’m going to cum.”

    “Me, too, Daddy,” she whimpered. “You’re fucking my pussy so good right now. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck my pussy!”

    That did it. “I’m cumming!” I blurted out. “Oh, shit, yes!”

    “Faster, Daddy!” she begged. “Yes, like that! Ah, ah, ah…fuuuuuck!”

    My daughter’s pussy clenched tight around my two pounding fingers just as my balls contracted and a spray of jizz shot up between us. Nicole was laughing and screaming with pleasure as her orgasm rippled through her lithe body while my semen splattered her tits and tummy. It was almost another minute before she’d worked out every spasm, shiver, and thrilled shudder. Finally she relaxed, naked and contented, in my lap.

    She rested her cheek against my chest and sighed a happy sigh. Her hand remained wrapped around my softening cock. I began to slip my fingers from her pussy, but she quickly protested.

    “No, Daddy, leave them in there. I like how it feels.” She wiggled her butt a little to demonstrate her point. She gently massaged my semi-hard penis for a while before speaking again. “That’s the first time anyone’s made me cum using just fingers. I mean, other boys have fingered me before, and it usually felt nice, but you’re the only one who’s ever done it that good.”

    It was juvenile, I know, but I couldn’t help feeling proud of myself for this. “Well, sweetheart, there are some benefits to being old and experienced.”

    “You’re not old,” she said nudging me. “But I guess the experience thing does make a big difference.” She played her finger over the tip of my cock, spreading around the remnants of jizz left there. “Mmm, I love the way your cum smells, Daddy.” She inhaled deeply. “It just smells like…sex. Like real, man sex. Know what I mean?”

    “Not really,” I chuckled, “but I will admit that I have been admiring your scent.”

    “Ewww.” She smiled against my chest. “Are you able to smell my pussy now?”

    I sniffed the air. “Oh yeah.” I sniffed again. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors could smell it after all that.”

    “Stop it!” she cried playfully, pinching one of my nipples in retaliation.

    She reached back and took a hold of my wrist, then slowly drew my hand away until my fingers slipped free of her warm hole. She brought my hand up near her face and sniffed her own wet juices.

    “If you like the way my pussy smells,” she said seductively before taking my middle finger into her mouth and sucking it clean, “then you’d probably love the way it tastes.” She looked me in the eye, licked the tip of my ring finger, then sucked it clean as well.

    It was a bittersweet experience to witness this indescribably erotic act that my daughter had just performed. On the one hand, seeing her tasting her own pussy juice, and enjoying it as much as she did, was mind blowing all on its own, but to have her sucking my fingers in doing so was beyond sexy. On the down side, I had secretly been planning to sample her intimate flavor myself as soon as I had a few moments alone. My mouth was salivating at the very thought of it. But now her elusive nectar was gone and I couldn’t be sure I’d ever get another chance to taste my little girl.

    She must have seen the mix of lust and disappointment in my face. Her hand roamed along her side, over her hip, and down behind her. I heard the wet squish of whatever she was doing back there. She brought her hand up, her first two fingers coated with fresh girl cum. She once again sniffed her own fragrance. Instead of licking them clean herself, as I expected her to, she offered her fingers to me.

    I stared at the nearly clear fluid clinging to her fingers unsure what she expected. I sniffed them as she had, taking in the intoxicating aroma of her most private perfume. She smiled at my dreamy reaction, then delicately brushed her fingertips along my lips.

    “Don’t you want to taste my pussy, Daddy? It’s okay if you do.” She licked her lips, inducing me to do the same. “I want you to taste me.”

    The hint of her flavor left on my lips was enough to convince me it wasn’t worth hiding my desire from her. I opened up and let my sweet Nicole slide her index finger into my mouth. Her touch ran along the top of my tongue and I could taste her. I was as close to tasting my daughter’s pussy as I would ever get. I sucked gently but insistently at her finger trying to extract every bit of her essence.

    She firmly tugged that finger away after only a few moments, then fed me the other. A fresh blast of her sensual secretions filled my mouth and I was propelled back to paradise. She let me suck until I’d had my fill. Her lilting giggle brought me back to my senses and I regained enough awareness to be suitably embarrassed for what I’d just done.

    “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked coyly.

    “I shouldn’t have done that. I…um…”

    “Just because you shouldn’t do something doesn’t mean you can’t like it.” My daughter wrapped her arms around behind my neck and kissed me. Our tongues played against one another, and we shared the lingering flavor of her pussy between us. I hadn’t cum three times in a row since I was in college, but it felt like I was on the edge of doing exactly that.

    After “making out” with me for several minutes, Nicole pulled away and kissed the tip of my nose.

    “I should probably go clean all this cum off of me.” She looked down at her nude body and dabbed at a few of the larger spots of drying semen on her skin. As she sat up, she noticed my cock. “Wow, Daddy, you’re still hard.” She gave my erection an affectionate tickle. “I hope you’re not going to let that go to waste.”

    Nicole looked up at me expectantly. I knew she wanted me to suggest that we continue our play session; perhaps hoping I’d take things further. A part of me wanted to — a big part of me. But I knew I had gone far enough over the line for one night. This thing of ours was complicated enough as it was, and I didn’t want to get in any deeper than I already had.

    “Go get cleaned up, sweetheart.” I gripped my hard-on and gave it a stroke. “I won’t let it go to waste. And, don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you while I’m taking care of things.”

    This got a grin out of her. I could tell she was proud of herself for getting me to this state. She stood and stretched her long, lean, naked body in front of me before going to gather her discarded underwear. She made a special effort to bend over with her rear end toward me, taking a little longer than necessary to retrieve her bra and panties from the floor.

    “I had fun, Daddy,” she said as she headed out. “I can’t wait till we do it again. G’night.” With that she blew me a kiss and I watched her bare butt scamper out of the room.

    I waited until I heard the shower running before I went ahead and began beating off like a man possessed. I tried to conjure every detail of every moment I’d just experienced with Nicole. After cumming twice that evening, I didn’t know if I could really rub out another one. I pounded my cock and thought of her fucking her dildo, taking off her bra, stroking my dick, letting me finger her, and feeding me her pussy juice. My forearm was burning, and my shoulder ached, but that last remembrance did it. I actually got to taste my daughter’s cunt juice.

    I grunted and pulled. Every muscle tensed and a thin spittle of jizz squirted out of my dick. Most of it landed on my wrist, but some dribbled down onto my balls. My brain was fuzzy and all the guilt I should have been feeling remained mercifully distant and out of focus.

    It was then that I realized that as long as I could remember what happened that night with my daughter I would never again need porn to get myself off. All I had to do now was to make sure things didn’t go any further than they already had. Just as I was about to convince myself I could manage this, Nicole came traipsing in fresh from the shower and still completely nude.

    “Almost forgot my cock,” she said as if everything about this was perfectly normal. She plucked up her purple dildo, then noticed how I was slumped in my chair holding my limp dick with cum drooling from the tip. That sly smile of hers was back. “Thanks again for fingering my pussy for me.” She patted her crotch suggestively. “I’m going to be thinking about that when I get back to my room and fuck my toy.”

    She gave me a parting wink, just like my mother had after seeing me blow my adolescent load, and once again treated me to a tantalizing view of her ass as she walked away. I had the sinking feeling that my sweet little girl wasn’t going to be content to keep things the way they were. And I was more than certain that I didn’t stand a chance against her.

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    Re: My Daughter’s Dildo

    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 5
    by DirtyMindedMom

    I was having a hard time falling asleep. Part of it was the nagging guilt over the inappropriate things I had been doing with my daughter, but it was mostly because I was still horny as fuck for her. Knowing that she was in the next room, probably lying in bed naked and awake like me, didn’t make it any easier. To make matters worse, I was more than certain that I could go to her and she’d willingly spread her legs and invite me in. Instead of violating my duty as her father any more that night, I went ahead and jerked off…again. It was fast and rough; a futile effort to exorcise the demons from my fiendish cock. Nothing but a pathetic dribble issued from my overworked dick as I finished, but the fleeting orgasm allowed me to fall into an uneasy sleep.

    I awoke with a warm body next to me. The warm, soft, smooth body of my loving daughter Nicole. She was curled up against my side, her head on my shoulder, and her hand resting atop my naked cock. Her steady breathing told me she was asleep. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay like that with her all day. But it wasn’t in the cards.“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” I said and softly nudged her.

    She let out a simpering groan, then opened her eyes. A contrite smile quickly followed.

    “I got lonely,” she explained as her excuse for being in my bed. She snuggled closer and kissed my shoulder. “Mmm, Daddy has morning wood.” Her hand squeezed my erection.

    “Let’s go, young lady, time to get up.”

    “But you’re already up.” She gave my cock a few strokes to demonstrate her point. “How about we stay in bed and play for a while?”

    “You’re going to be late for school, and I’m going to be late for work.” This little temptress of mine was going to make it impossible to be the kind of father I should be trying to be.

    “Fine, you big poop.” She pulled back the covers and got out of bed. All I could do was stare at her bare, flawless body in the morning light. So young, and supple, and fresh. She sashayed out of the room, making sure I got a good look at her sweet little behind as she went.

    I rushed through my morning routine and was almost finished getting into my suit and tie when Nicole appeared in my bedroom in nothing but a towel.

    “Before I get in the shower, I wanted to give you something.” She came close and took my wrist.

    My daughter moved my hand down between her legs and up under her towel. My fingertips grazed her pussy. She was wet down there. It seemed like this girl was in a constant state of arousal.

    “We don’t have time…” I protested helplessly.

    “This’ll only take a second.” She pushed my hand upward and my first two fingers slipped effortlessly inside of her. “Mmmm, yes,” she moaned and a dreamy look came over her face. She fucked my fingers slowly for a few moments, grinding herself down on them, then pulled my hand away. Nicole sniffed my slickened fingers. “Think of me while you’re at work today, Daddy.”

    She went up on her tippy toes, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then turned and headed for the shower, leaving me standing there stunned and, once again, hard. I was annoyed with her for tormenting me the way that she was, but at the same time I didn’t go so far as to wash her intimate scent from my fingers. When did my darling little girl turn into a cock-teasing vixen?

    My day crawled by. I was half in a daze, obsessively sniffing my daughter’s pussy on my fingers every ten minutes. I didn’t hear a word in any of the meetings. I made several phone calls, but couldn’t for the life of me tell you what had been said. Everything was a blur, except for all those crystal clear thoughts of my Nicole.

    I got home after one of the more frustrating commutes in recent memory and found her blouse lying on the floor of the foyer as soon as I stepped through the front door. A little further along were her crumpled jeans. I followed the tantalizing trail, hoping that I knew what I’d find at the end. I rounded the corner and there was her bra. A few steps beyond that, lying in the threshold of our living room, were her panties. I stooped to pick them up.

    “I thought you’d never get home.” Nicole’s sexy voice sent a shiver of anticipation along my spine.

    I looked up and there she was on the sofa, naked, legs spread, feet perched wide apart on the coffee table. She sucked the tip of her purple dildo provocatively. All the petty annoyances of the day melted away with the sight of my sexy little angel waiting for me. My daughter’s bare tits and open pussy were shamelessly being offered up to my lustful gaze. I didn’t have to beg, cajole or bribe her like some fathers might; she wanted this as much as, if not more than, I did.

    “Aren’t you going get naked and jerk off with me, Daddy?” she asked, sounding like the innocent cherub I knew she no longer was.

    I couldn’t help thinking as I stripped off my shirt and dropped my pants that the road to Hell had to be paved with bad intentions as well as good. I certainly had some bad intentions, and I was most likely going to Hell.

    I stood in the middle of our living room nude, my cock jutting out at my daughter, aching for her. Her eyes traveled up and down my body as she teased the tip of her dildo with her tongue.

    “I’ll never get enough of seeing you like this,” she said with a self-satisfied little grin. “My daddy’s cock…” she whispered and stared at the prize she’d been waiting for all day.

    I felt extremely self-conscious standing there naked and on full display in the uncompromising light of day, but I was also flattered by my daughter’s leering attentions.

    She giggled. “You’re already dripping on the carpet.”

    I looked down to see a drop of pre-cum fall from the tip of my cock, only to be almost instantly replaced by another bead of fluid. This wasn’t uncommon for me when I was younger, but my cock hadn’t reacted like this in well over a decade.

    “This is your fault, you know,” I said accusingly.

    “I hope so.” She reached down and spread her pussy lips and I just about lost it right then. “Pretend this is you.” She wiggled her purple dildo at me, then traced it in a serpentine path down between her pert tits, over her taut belly, and between her legs. “This is your cock, Daddy.”

    With those breathy words she pushed the dildo against her pink opening. There was a moment of resistance, then it popped inside her with a sudden jolt. I could only imagine how tight my girl’s pussy must be. She penetrated herself deeper with the rubber phallus and I could almost feel her around my own cock. The heat from her pussy would be palpable. The smooth wetness of her inner walls would envelop me. The grasping muscles of her young vagina would pull me in, drawing me to farthest reaches of her intimate self. It was a dreadful longing that I’d never felt for anyone before.

    “It feels so good to have you inside me,” Nicole said with a throaty moan. “Stroke your cock, Daddy. Pretend your hand is my pussy and you’re going in and out of me.” She slowly drew the dildo out then filled herself up with it again. “Imagine you’re fucking me.”

    I was incapable of doing anything but complying with her directions. I took my severely hard prick in my hand and began stroking at the same pace that the dildo was moving in and out of her pussy. I could almost fool myself into sensing what it must be like to push myself into my daughter’s eager pussy.

    “I can’t get over how sexy it is to see you jerking off for me like this.” Nicole scooted down lower on the sofa and began fucking herself faster. “Do you like watching me?”

    She knew the answer, but I in turn knew how much it would turn her on to hear it.

    “I do, sweetheart. I love watching you.”

    “You like seeing me naked?”

    “I can’t get enough of it.”

    She pumped her pussy noisily with her purple toy while I matched her stroke for stroke.

    “You like watching me play with myself? You like seeing your horny little daughter masturbate right in front of you while you jerk off?”

    “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, I swear. I’m so glad I bought you that dildo. I love the way you fuck yourself with it. You make me want to cum so bad.”

    “Oh, Daddy, cum for me! Watch me fuck my pussy and make your cock cum for me!”

    We were both going at it wildly by that point. She was holding the dildo with both hands and ramming it into her pussy with a driving passion. My hand was flying up and down my shaft causing my balls to slap violently between my thighs and fist. It felt incredible.

    “I’m going to cum!” I called out. “I’m fucking cumming!”

    “Me, too!” Nicole cried. “Fuck, yes! I’m cumming, Daddy!”

    “Fuuuuck!”

    Before she reached her peak my knees all but gave way and I thrust my hips forward with a final burst of carnal exertion. A stream of cum erupted from my cock with a power and velocity I hadn’t witnessed since I was a teen and arced toward my daughter. The leading edge of my rope of semen landed on her knee with the trailing end of it falling down along the length of her shin.

    “Shoot your cum, Daddy! Shoot it all over everywhere!”

    Nicole was screaming and pulling herself into a tight crunch on the sofa. Her feet came up off the coffee table and her face went red with the vigorous effort she was putting into fucking herself with frenzied intensity.

    “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuuuuck meeeee!”

    Here expression was that of someone in extreme pain, but I knew she was experiencing the exact opposite. I jerked the last few drops of cum from my cock as I watched my girl orgasm as hard as I’d ever seen a woman orgasm. I was afraid she’d forget to breathe and end up passing out. Finally, she relaxed and gasped for air. Her legs dropped down onto the coffee table and she looked like a rag doll – an incredibly sexy naked rag doll, that is.

    “Oh my God,” she said, still winded, “how insanely awesome was that?”

    I was pretty sure that was a rhetorical question so I just stood there holding my still-solid erection and gazing at my girl’s wet, swollen pussy. The moments ticked by silently until she suddenly sat up and looked around.

    “What time is it?” She twisted and grabbed her phone off the end table. “Oh, shit!” She jumped up and ran over to me, giving me a hurried peck on the lips. “Becca’s going to be here in five minutes. You better clean up all this cum and get some clothes on, Daddy!” She slapped my butt as she ran off toward her bedroom, dildo in hand.

    My hard-on wilted in a matter of seconds as I grabbed my pants and began mopping my jizz up off the coffee table and tried to hide the evidence that had sprayed all over the carpet. I hustled to gather up the various discarded articles of clothing, checking out the window to make sure Nicole’s little friend wasn’t coming up the walk and about to catch me with my dick hanging out. I did one final check to make sure I hadn’t missed anything and dashed to my bedroom. Just as I got there I heard the doorbell ring and the front door open.

    “Hey, Nic!” I heard Becca call as she let herself in and made her way to the kitchen.

    “I’m getting dressed!” Nicole yelled from her bedroom.

    Becca changed direction and headed past my door on her way to my daughter’s room. I stood there naked, clutching the ball of clothes, and listened to the muffled sound of them greeting each other. Was Nicole still naked? Had she cleaned my cum off her leg yet? Would her friend suspect what had just happened? All this rushed through my head as I tried to make out what they were saying. It was hopeless, but I tried anyway. Had Nicole told her best friend what was going on between us?

    The idea of it gave me a pain in the gut. There’s no way she would tell anyone that she was masturbating with her father. But girls tell each other everything, don’t they? And she’s young; maybe she doesn’t know any better. Kids today had no concept of privacy with all that Facebook and InstaTwatter they were always posting everything to. Did she have any idea how much trouble I could get in if anyone found out about what’s going on? I’d lose her for sure. Maybe even get locked up. Oh God, what the fuck was I doing?

    I heard them come out of Nicole’s room in a bustle of giggles and bubbling conversation. A cascade of fingernails tapped across my door as they passed.

    “Bye, Dad! Love you!”

    The front door closed behind them and the house was quiet. I tried to relax, but some of the tension still remained. If something as simple as a friend stopping by could give me that much anxiety about what I was doing, then it was obvious that I shouldn’t be doing it. I had to step back and take some serious stock of the situation and how I was handling it — or, rather, mishandling it.

    I dropped the wad of clothes and crept down to Nicole’s bedroom. Peeking in I saw that her dildo was lying there on her bed, right out in the open, where Becca would have been sure to see it. My cock sprang back to life and I was hard again in a matter of seconds. I stood there in the doorway knowing I should back away and forget about all this, but instead my feet took me to the bedside.

    I lifted my daughter’s dildo and brought it to my nose. It was the scent I’d been smelling on my fingers all through the day, but it was more intense, fresher. Before I could stop myself I was licking the side of the thing. My skin tingled and a vibration seemed to pass through my entire body. This was bad. I licked again as I began jerking off. This was really bad.

    Knowing how pathetic it was, I started sucking her dildo. I felt ridiculous standing there sucking a fake cock just to taste my daughter’s cum juices, but I was powerless to resist. I must have looked like such a sissy bitch blowing that dildo while beating off like a complete degenerate. I didn’t care. I was tasting my girl’s pussy and it was glorious. It wasn’t long before I was emptying what was left in my balls all over Nicole’s bedcovers as I gagged on her purple dong.

    When the euphoria of orgasm finally ebbed away, I was disgusted with myself — again. I put the dildo back where it had been, didn’t bother to try to clean up the cum that was soaking into her comforter, and shuffled out of my daughter’s bedroom wondering at what I had become. I needed to get my head on straight, but I was afraid I’d become incapable of any degree of self-control. I needed to stop, but I wanted more. I was the lowest form of scumbag there could be.

    I got dressed and muddled through some chores around the house. I heated up a frozen pizza and sat in front of the TV hoping to be able to turn my brain off for a few hours. Nicole came in shortly after ten o’clock. She greeted me with a quick “Hi, Daddy,” as she passed on her way to her room. I turned off the TV and went to my own room in an effort to head off any further temptation for the evening. Just as I settled down under the covers there was a knock at my door and Nicole came in wearing one of her old SpongeBob t-shirts and a satiny pair of panties.

    “You’re turning in early tonight,” she commented.

    “Yeah, feeling tired for some reason. Busy day at work tomorrow.”

    “Is it okay if I sleep in here with you?”

    I should have said no. I needed to say no. I tried to say no.

    “Sure…if you want.” I was pitifully weak.

    She smiled and closed the door. I could hear her stripping out of her t-shirt and pulling down her panties. I silently pounded my fist against my head, admonishing myself for being such an idiotic fool. Nicole slipped under the covers and sidled up against me, sighing with contentment once she was nestled in place. Her hand went straight for my crotch.

    “Aww, you’re wearing undies,” she pouted.

    “Yeah, well, I really am tired tonight, honey. Is it okay if we just go to sleep?”

    “Sure…if you want.” As she said this she moved one of her legs up over mine and pressed her hips forward. This little maneuver brought her pussy mound right up against my thigh and I could feel the tickle of her downy pubic hair. She was a devious temptress. “Goodnight, Daddy.” She kissed me on the lips with just a hint of tongue and snuggled down to sleep.

    The more I tried not to think about the heat of her pussy against my leg, the more aware I became of it. The more I tried to will myself not to get an erection, the harder I got. The more I told myself that I had to stop messing with my own daughter, the more I wanted to make love to her. The more I tried to deny that I could ever make love to my daughter, the more I wanted to fuck her. I was hopeless.

    It had taken almost three hours before I dropped into a fitful sleep. At one point I awoke and felt a subtle movement bouncing through the mattress. Nicole was quietly masturbating next to me. She was acting like she was trying to be discreet about it, but I knew she wanted to get my attention. It took every ounce of what little willpower I had left to pretend like I was sleeping. The whole time I was acutely aware of every motion and every sound. I bit my lip and forced myself to remain still. When I heard the strained whimper of her orgasm I almost gave in. How could any man be expected to contend with that kind of temptation, daughter or not?

    I was miserable throughout the next day. Work sucked. People sucked. Traffic sucked. The world just plain sucked. I had the most perfect, most sexual, most beautiful girl willing to do anything for me, and it was the one girl on the planet I wasn’t allowed to do anything with. I was supposed to take care of her, and protect her. Protect her from men like me! Who knows what sort of damage I’d already done to her. Yes, she had fantasies about me, but that didn’t mean I had to indulge those fantasies. I might be screwing up her ability to have a normal relationship and get married and have a family of her own. Sure, she was having fun now, but there had to be long-term psychological consequences to having your own father jerking off on you all the time. What a fucking mess.

    As soon as I got home, I changed and went out to mow the lawn. Nicole was busy with homework, then getting dinner ready. I wasn’t feeling much like talking. She sensed this and let me be. That night she didn’t come to my room, which was a relief and a bit of a disappointment. Maybe this thing had run its course and she’d satisfied her curiosity. Maybe I was off the hook.

    The following day was only slightly better than the day before. Everything with Nicole was still weighing heavily on me, but I was starting to resign myself to it all being over and figuring out how we were going to move forward. There would be regrets, but we had to put this strange episode behind us.

    Nicole had soccer practice that night, then went to the mall with friends afterward. When she got home, she came and greeted me with a chaste kiss on my temple. We exchanged how-was-your-day small talk for a few minutes before she retired to her room, leaving me in front of the TV alone. I stayed up for another hour, then dragged my sorry butt to my bedroom. I lay there feeling like shit on several levels.

    There was, of course, my bad behavior lately. My lack of discretion, my faltering self-control, and my gross irresponsibility as a father. But I also felt like crap for Nicole. Something was obviously bothering her. Maybe she’d picked up on my self-loathing mood these past couple days. I wasn’t being fair to her in any conceivable way. I got out of bed and put my robe on.

    I knocked softly at her door, half hoping she was already asleep.

    “Yeah?”

    “It’s me,” I said pointlessly. “Can we talk?”

    There was a nerve racking pause. “Sure.”

    I opened the door to find Nicole in bed under her comforter — the one I’d cum all over the other day — with a book in her lap. She had a small smile for me, but it wasn’t the confident one I’d gotten used to seeing lately.

    “What’s up, Dad?”

    “Nothing really.” I fidgeted just inside her doorway feeling awkward and guilty. “You haven’t come by my room the past couple nights and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with you. With us.”

    She shrugged and the smile faded. “I’m okay, I guess.” She riffled the pages of her book. “It’s just that…I don’t know.”

    I could hear a note of exasperation in her voice. “Go ahead, you can tell me.” I sat down on the edge of her bed, being careful to keep my robe securely closed.

    “I just thought that maybe I should give you a break. I mean, I’m sure I can be pretty obnoxious bugging you all the time for…whatever. It seemed like you didn’t want to be bothered the last couple days. Which I totally get, so…” She shrugged again not knowing what else to say.

    As if I didn’t already feel like a big enough of a jerk. I’d opened up this enticing door to illicit pleasures, and now I had basically slammed it in her face without any explanation at all. It only made sense that she would be confused and think that my recent moodiness was somehow her fault.

    “Sweetheart, trust me when I say that you weren’t annoying me or bothering me in any way. I love being with you. I want to spend every second I can with you, no matter what we’re doing.” This seemed to cheer her some.

    “Okay, but you’re upset about something. Is it because I’m acting like too much of a slut around you? I know I get carried away and all, but I can try–”

    “It’s not that either, Nicole. I love the way you are when we’re…you know. But I can’t stop worrying about how wrong the things I’m doing are.”

    “The things we are doing.”

    “Sure, but no one’s going to send you to jail for what you’re doing.” I regretted saying that as soon as the words were out.

    “How would you go to jail? It’s not like I would ever tell anyone in a million years.”

    “We were less than three minutes away from Becca walking in on us the other day.”

    Nicole bit her lip, looking a bit sheepish. “Well, first of all, that was totally my fault and I promise to be more careful in the future. And, secondly, Becca wouldn’t tell anyone anyway because she has a huge crush on you. She’d be so excited that she got to see you naked that she’d probably pass out on the spot.”

    “A crush? On me? Now you’re just bullshitting.”

    “I’m serious.” She leaned forward with a naughty gleam in her eye. “She confessed everything to me one night when she was sleeping over about three years ago. She’s completely in love with you and she’s hot for your sexy bod.”

    “As if I don’t already have enough to worry about.”

    “Actually, after she told me about how much she wanted you and how she thought you were studliest man she ever knew, that’s when I started thinking about you that way also. Before that you were just Dad. But, when I tried thinking of you as if you were a regular guy, then I started getting a little horny for you. You have no idea how turned on I would get over you sometimes. After I saw you playing with yourself in the shower that time, I thought about your penis pretty much every day.”

    My ego was swelling, along with my cock. God dammit, couldn’t I get through a simple conversation with my daughter without popping a boner like some hormonal teenager? I adjusted my robe to be sure Nicole couldn’t see what was happening.

    “Whatever the case,” I fumbled ahead in my attempt to restore proper boundaries without hurting any feelings, “you have to admit that it’s not right for me to be acting this way with you. Father’s and daughters just aren’t meant to do that kind of stuff with each other.”

    “Someone once told me that the world would be a pretty boring place if everyone only did what they were supposed to do.” She gave me a smug little smirk.

    “No fair using my own words of fatherly wisdom against me.”

    “Okay, then, look at it this way.” She tossed her book aside and got serious. “You jerk off, don’t you?”

    “Ah, I think you know that answer to that.”

    “So, you’re in your room jerking off, right? And I’m here in my room fingering myself, or whatever, right? Is there anything wrong with that?”

    “Well, no…”

    “But so then you’re saying if you take away the wall between our rooms, that makes what we’re doing wrong?” She obviously had this argument prepared ahead of time. “We’re still both doing the same thing as before.”

    “Yes, but…” I couldn’t come up with a well-reasoned counterpoint. “It’s one thing doing that in private…but when we can see each other.”

    “Oh, please.” She wasn’t backing down. “If I want, I can imagine what you look like naked and picture you stroking it, which I’ve done a zillion times before. And you can do the same with me whenever you want. You can imagine what my tits look like naked, and my ass, and the way I look when play with myself. We’re already seeing these things in our minds, so what’s the difference if we see it with our eyes.”

    “I think we’re veering too far off into the metaphysical.”

    “Sure, I admit what we’ve been doing might not be normal,” this was accompanied by air quotes, “but I don’t care about being normal. You don’t just want to be normal, do you, Daddy?”

    I thought I had this all figured out. I’m sure the fact that I wanted to be convinced made it all the easier for her to sway me.

    “I want to do what’s right for you and make sure you become the happy, healthy, amazing woman you’re meant to be.”

    “I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been these past couple weeks.” She reached out and took my hand in hers. “And I think you could be happy, too, if you you’d stop worrying so much and just have fun with me like I know you want to.”

    “Look, this all started because you asked me to buy you that darn dildo to keep you from being distracted from your schoolwork by boys and sex. How is what we’re doing not a bigger distraction than that?”

    “I got a 91 on my calculus test yesterday, and Mr. Prescott is definitely going to give me and Becca an A on our science project. The distraction would be if I was trying to find a boyfriend, then doing all the crap that goes along with dating — clothes, makeup, hair, going out, does he like me?, is he cheating on me?, am I pregnant?, and all that junk. Knowing that all I have to do is come home, looking however I look, and there will be a hunky man there for me to get off with, and have the best orgasms I can ever dream of having, is the exact opposite of a distraction. It’s perfect…for me.” She lifted my hand and kissed it. “But not for you?”

    “It’s not that.” I was in well over my head and sinking fast. “It would be perfect for me, too — beyond perfect, really — if you weren’t my daughter. I can’t help feeling like I’m hurting you in some way. Even if you’re having a good time now, what if things change and you feel different about what I did to you?”

    “You’re not doing anything to me, Daddy, we’re doing this together. I love you so much.” She closed her eyes and seemed to be somewhere else for just a moment. Nicole opened her eyes and focused on me once again. “I know all this isn’t easy for you to deal with, but I want it. I want it so fucking bad.” She squeezed my hand. “If you honestly don’t want to do these things with me, that’s one thing. But if the only reason you think you shouldn’t do it is because of me, or some stupid idea of what society thinks, then you’re making a huge mistake.”

    My girl was making it all but impossible to do what I’d always known to be the right thing. Why did I let her get so damned smart? She was undeniably sincere about what she was saying, and she made some very compelling points. I also knew that I couldn’t trust myself to be an impartial judge. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to be naked with her every minute of every day. I’d never known a lust like this before in my life. She was everything to me, and I was compelled to give her what she wanted, even when it defied my lifelong concepts of morality.

    “I love you more than anything, Nicole. My whole life is about taking care of you and making sure you’re happy.”

    It might have been my imagination, but her eyes were looking a little watery.

    “You know what would make me happy?”

    She leaned back onto her pillows and pulled her comforter aside. She was wearing one of her girlie cartoon t-shirts, but she was naked from the waist down. Her thighs were splayed apart, the soles of her feet pressed together, and there between her legs, only partially visible, was her infamous purple dildo. It had been inside of her the whole time we were talking. No wonder she kept getting that faraway look in her eye. She must have been masturbating when I knocked on her door, and she only had time to pull her comforter up and grab a random book to disguise what she had been doing.

    “It would make me super happy if you’d help me finish with this.”

    I wasn’t entirely certain what she was asking of me at first. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head, unveiling those perfect little breasts of hers. Her puffy nipples beckoned to me like twin sirens. She put her hands behind her head and waited with a sly smile. It took a few more seconds for me to catch on, but when I got it I knew there was no way I wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

    Reaching out, I took the butt end of the dildo lightly between my fingers and pushed it forward just a bit.

    “Like this?” I asked, my voice sounding unsteady.

    “Yes,” she purred, “exactly like that, Daddy. That’s making me very happy.”

    I pushed it a little more; an inch, then two. She breathed deep, thrusting her chest out as she did. I drew it back slowly, watching the flesh at the periphery of her opening keep a tight seal around the purple shaft. Just before the head of it emerged from her vagina, I reversed direction and inserted the dildo once again into my daughter’s pussy. Her moan of genuine ecstasy made my heart ache with a combination of love and longing for her.

    “That’s it,” she murmured, “fuck me just like that.”

    She slid down so she was lying almost flat, and opened her legs wide for me. My daughter was giving herself over to me and holding nothing back. I pulled the toy out once more, and then pushed it into her again.

    “Oooh, you fuck me so good, Daddy. Don’t stop.” She began tweaking one of her nipples, quickly bringing it to full arousal before doing the same with the other.

    I took a firmer grip on my girl’s sex toy, and slowly pumped it in and out of her. What would she think if she knew I had given her purple friend a blowjob the other day after she’d used it? She’d probably think a lot less of the hunky stud she’d built me up to be in her mind and see me for the pathetic loser I truly was. I didn’t waste any further attention on that, and instead concentrated on what I was doing. I was dildoing my daughter’s pussy. Un-fucking-believable.

    “Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so good inside my pussy. I love fucking your cock so much.” It sounded like she was almost on the verge of crying.

    Nicole’s hands drifted down to her belly, where she pressed and pulled at her own nubile flesh. I repeatedly fed the dildo into her increasingly wet hole, then pulled it out, adding a slight twist every few strokes. She reached down past her hips and grabbed the undersides of her thighs, lifting her legs and raising her pussy up toward me.

    “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy.” She thrust her hips up to meet my penetrating push into her. At that point, it had become more than evident to me what a good fuck my daughter would be. This girl knew her body, and she definitely knew how to use it.

    “Faster?” I asked, assuming I knew the answer.

    “Yes! Fuck me faster. Give it to me, Daddy.” She was half in the moment and half lost in fantasy. There was no doubt she was envisioning me on top of and inside her.

    I sped up the pace, plunging the dildo deep and drawing it back only halfway before giving it to her again. It was a unique experience for me to give a woman pleasure in this way. I’d never done anything like it before. I worked my proxy cock into her with mounting passion, shifting the angle slightly with each penetration.

    “Your pussy feels so good around my cock,” I said, surprising myself a little.

    “Ooooh, God, yes!” She mewled with a kind of exquisite suffering and pulled her legs up higher.

    “I love fucking you, Nicole. Daddy loves fucking your tight little pussy.”

    “Fuck, yes! More! More, more, more!”

    I began ramming the dildo into her even faster, sensing that she was approaching her climax.

    “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck Daddy’s cock and cum all over it!”

    “Yes, yes, yes! I’m cumming Daddy! I’m cumming on your fucking cock! Fuck my cunt, Daddy! Fuck my cunt! Ahhhhhhh!”

    She released her legs, pounding her fists against the mattress. One of her feet came down on the bed, the other on my thigh. She lifted her butt up high and shoved her hips toward me, forcing the dildo as deep as it could go. I held it there as best as I could while she rode out what appeared to be a wrenchingly fierce orgasm.

    After a series of animal screams and full-body spasms, she finally lowered herself back down onto the bed. I held the dildo inside of her while she recovered. I took the opportunity to once again admire the young body she was graced with. Her small tits were firm and flushed with passion. Her belly button was a tiny oasis in the desert of her unblemished abdomen. Her wisps of fine pubic hair barely confirmed that she was a maturing woman and no longer a girl. Her long legs remained splayed open; her strong thighs offering the promise of an embrace I could only dream about.

    “That was the best,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “My whole body is buzzing.”

    I slowly withdrew her toy dick. The smile this brought to her lips was ample reward for my effort. Once it was out, I watched her opening resume its natural tight aperture in a quick second. Astounding. I couldn’t look away. I stared at my daughter’s naked pussy. It was perfection.

    I knew she was watching me stare, but despite the twinge of embarrassment for boldly examining my daughter’s most private area, I couldn’t stop looking. Nicole reached down and parted her lips for me, giving me an even better view of her womanly secrets. I felt an empty space in my chest that could only have been filled by possessing the object of my girl’s sex. I knew it was crude of me to reduce my beloved daughter to little more than her pussy, but it was how it felt in that moment.

    She played a finger delicately over her stiffened clit. From the way her muscles tensed it was clear she was still feeling very sensitive there. She toyed with her thin inner lips, which had gone from pink to dark crimson. I could have cried for how much I wanted to run my tongue over those delectable wings of flesh. Next she moved her fingers down to her pussy hole. I could barely breathe.

    Nicole dipped a finger into her wet opening, venturing only as far as the first knuckle. She swirled and fiddled with her luscious hole before removing her finger. Without any apparent shyness, my daughter then placed a finger on either side of her vagina and spread it open for me. I can’t deny that I was shocked by this vulgar display from my darling little girl, but that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t absolutely captivated by it.

    I gawked in stunned adoration. There was apparently nothing she wasn’t willing to share with me. Nicole wanted to give every part of herself to me. Her utter lack of inhibition was the most erotic thing I’d ever known. Her intimate scent was strong in the air, and it was only getting stronger. I was dying to jam my tongue into the wet hole my daughter was brazenly presenting to me. That’s when I recalled that I was still holding the dildo in my hand.

    I looked at the purple cock. Her juices coated the artificially veined surface. Moments ago, the head of this fake penis had been in the deepest parts of my girl’s pussy. The memory of her flavor urged me past my shame and embarrassment.

    I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of my daughter’s dildo.

    “Oh, shit,” she gasped.

    I looked up at her, searching for any hint of disapproval or revulsion. Her face was slack with surprise, but when she saw me looking at her all she did was give a slight nod. I tentatively tried another lick, longer this time, and was actually able to once again experience the flavor of her pussy.

    “Oh, shit, yes,” Nicole moaned. Instead of being disgusted with me, she apparently liked what she was seeing.

    I looked up at her again, just to be sure. Her eyes were wide with rapt delight. Her free hand sneaked downward and she began rubbing tiny circles around her clit. Not only was she not repulsed, but she clearly wanted more.

    Still feeling hesitant, I kissed the end of her cock-shaped dildo.

    “Can you taste me?”

    I nodded.

    “You can taste my pussy on my dildo?” She rubbed her clit faster. “Suck it, Daddy. I want to see you suck it.”

    I couldn’t have held back any longer if I had wanted to. I went ahead and wrapped my lips around the rubber cock and took it into my mouth. It was still warm from having been inside her. Nicole’s unique essence filled my senses. I’d never tasted anything as sublime as my baby girl’s pussy. I sucked at the dildo, sliding it in and out of my mouth as I did. I knew I probably looked fabulously gay fellating a huge dick, even though it wasn’t real, but I didn’t care.

    “Oh, fucking shit, that’s hot,” Nicole panted as she fingered her clit. As she masturbated, she continued to hold her pussy hole open wide, giving me a pristine view inside her. “Suck that cock, Daddy. Taste my pussy cum. Taste me.”

    I couldn’t respond with my mouth full, so instead I simply sucked more enthusiastically. Nicole flipped my robe open with a foot. I took the hint. Without removing the dildo from my mouth, I pulled my raging hard-on out of my underwear.

    “Fuck, yes, there it is,” my daughter said at the sight of my erection. “Stroke it while you suck my cum off that big cock, Daddy.”

    What I thought would be a complete turn off was apparently a huge thrill for my horny daughter. I wasn’t in a state of mind to dwell on the overwhelming sense of acceptance and love that gave me, but I could definitely feel it.

    I began beating off. I didn’t even bother starting slow and building up to a dramatic crescendo; I just went at it like an out-of-control teenager. All the while, my focus remained fixed on my daughter’s gaping pussy. I couldn’t decide specifically where to keep my attention: on her open pussy hole or her hard clitty as she vigorously rubbed it. My eyes flicked from one heavenly sight to the other.

    “That’s right, jerk that cock while you suck my pussy cum!” Clear sex juice was flowing out of her sweet opening. “Eat my fucking pussy cum, Daddy!”

    Nicole started bucking her hips and just like that she was cumming again. That was all it took to get me there. I twisted toward her and launched my load. The first spurt shot far enough to hit the inside of her right thigh. Before I could release my second blast she moved her left foot, pressing it against the head of my cock. I continued jerking like a maniac and spent the rest of my wad against the sole of her bare foot. As I emerged from the fog of my own orgasm, I noticed that Nicole was still rubbing her clit like mad.

    “I felt you cum,” she blathered senselessly. “Finger me, Daddy! I want your fingers in my cunt!”

    I spit the dildo out and hurried to answer her demand. I slipped a finger into her sopping wet opening and it immediately gripped me tight.

    “Another!” she begged.

    I added a second finger and began fucking her with them.

    “More, Daddy! More!”

    I was just able to squeeze a third finger into her. At this she let out a guttural groan like I hadn’t heard from her before. She pressed her foot against my cock, smearing my own jism all over it.

    “Finger my cunt, Daddy! Fuck my slutty fucking cunt!”

    I frantically did all I could to give her what she was begging for. My fingers pumped in and out of her as quickly as I could manage, the tight ring of her opening grasping tight the entire time. I was afraid I would hurt her, but she seemed to be insisting I pound her even harder. I gave her everything I had.

    “Yes! Right there, like that! Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit, fuuuuuck!”

    She flexed and contorted as a powerful orgasm took control of her body. Her face was a mask of agony. Her pussy clamped hard around my fingers, and her foot all but crushed my balls. When her jaw unclenched, and her muscles went loose, I heard her laughing. It was a laugh of pure joyous rapture.

    “Oh my God,” she cursed plaintively. “I’m dizzy.” She laughed again. “I never came so hard that it made me dizzy before.”

    I was feeling a little dizzy myself.

    Nicole lay with her legs apart, struggling for air. She didn’t flinch away as I continued to gently play with her. It was one thing to have fingered her while she sat on my lap that wonder night the week before, but it was another thing entirely to be able to see her pussy as I did it. As I traced my touch lightly along the ridges of her labia and around the periphery of her clit, a small amount of girl cum trickled from her hole and slid down into the hidden recesses of her butt crack. How I wanted to chase that sensuous stream with my tongue.

    “I love the way you touch me,” she said in a husky, half-asleep voice. Her foot pressed softly against my cock. “You make my pussy feel so good.”

    I teased her hole with the tip of a finger. It appeared to be closed tight once more, disguising the fact that it had readily accepted the thick diameter of the dildo and more. Nicole’s fingers made their way once again to her pussy. With a few careful manipulations she peeled back her little hood just enough to expose the pink tip of her clit. She then waited expectantly with eyes closed.

    I moved my wet finger from her hole to her stiff nub. She sucked in a breath when I touched her there. As gingerly as I could, I brushed the very tip of my finger over her clit. She continued to hold it exposed for me as I worked my touch back and forth with almost no pressure at all. Her breathing quickened and she let out a moan that was something near a quiet growl. I had come to Nicole’s room to make sure she understood that we had to stop messing around together, so the irony that I was lying there rubbing my own daughter’s clit wasn’t lost on me. A few weeks ago I couldn’t even have fathomed being naked in the same room with her, and yet there I was, about to make my girl cum for the third time that evening.

    “Mmmmmm.” This time there was no thrashing, or screaming, or crushing of anyone’s balls. This was a slow, peaceful orgasm that seemed to pass over her like a warm wind. “Perfect,” she whispered.

    We lay still for a time. Me, staring at my daughter’s beguiling pussy; something I had naturally assumed would always be denied to me. Her, sprawled on her back, lazily massaging my half a hard-on with her cum-slicked foot.

    “I want you to sleep in my bed with me tonight,” she said a few minutes after it had seemed like she’d dozed off.

    “We should clean up first.”

    “Noooo,” she whined. “We can do that in the morning. Let’s sleep dirty.”

    I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I was also too lethargic by then to put up a fight.

    “Get naked and turn off the light,” she told me, “in that order.” Nicole watched me through heavy-lidded eyes as I shed my robe and pulled my underwear down. I reached for the light switch. “Wait, let me look for a second.” Her gaze traveled over my chest, down my abdomen, and centered on my groin. “Mmm, that beautiful cock. I swear I have the sexiest daddy of anyone.”

    It was embarrassing how much I enjoyed hearing her talk like that. I flicked the switch and worked my way into her bed. She arranged the comforter over us and snuggled against me in her now familiar way. Her fingers combed through my chest hair, inevitably making their way gradually down to my pubic hair. Before long she was fondling my balls, and then holding my cock in her fist.

    “Do you want to cum again?”

    “I thought we were going to sleep now.”

    “But you only got to cum once so far.”

    “I don’t know if I have another one in me, sweetie.”

    “Won’t hurt to find out.” She squeezed and began stroking me under the blanket. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

    “Sorry for what?”

    “For saying the C-word before.”

    “What C-word?” I asked, pretending I maybe hadn’t heard that.

    She put her lips close to my ear and whispered. “Cunt.” Her hot breath gave me chills.

    “You’re a very naughty girl. I might have to punish you for using foul language like that.”

    “I couldn’t help it. It made me so horny saying it in front of you that I totally lost it.”

    “Well,” I put on my best fatherly tone, “don’t let it happen again, young lady.”

    “I’ll be good from now on, I promise,” she answered in her best little girl voice.

    She’d managed to get me stiff again, if not entirely at full strength. Damn, she knew how to handle a cock.

    “You like looking at my cunt, don’t you, Daddy?”

    Oh, fuck, this girl was too much. “I do, sweetheart.”

    “I like showing you my cunt.” She emphasized that word in just the right way each time she spoke it. “Tell me what you like about my cunt, Daddy.”

    “Everything,” was my instant response, but I knew that wasn’t the game she wanted to play. “I liked when you spread it open.” Despite all we’d done, it felt decidedly strange talking like this to my daughter.

    “It turns me on to spread my pussy for you, Daddy.” Her hand moved more rapidly up and down my shaft. I was keenly aware of her breasts pressed against my arm as she talked dirty in my ear. “Could you see my cunt hole?”

    “Yes,” I groaned.

    “Yes, what?”

    “Yes, I could see your cunt hole.”

    “Did you like seeing your daughter’s tight, little cunt hole, Daddy?”

    “Yes.” I squirmed under her fast-moving hand. “I love seeing your pussy.”

    “My what?”

    “Your cunt. I love seeing your perfect, beautiful, sweet cunt.”

    Nicole tore back the covers and quickly straddled my legs facing towards me. She adjusted her grip and continued jacking me. She pressed her hips forward until I could feel her wet pussy against my balls.

    “Does my cunt make your cock hard, Daddy?”

    “Yes!”

    “Do you want to suck my cunt, Daddy?”

    “Yes!

    “Do you want to put your big cock in my cunt, Daddy?

    “Yes! God help me, yes!

    “Tell me, Daddy!

    “I want to put my cock in you.”

    She slapped me hard on the belly. “Not like that!”

    “I want to put my cock in your cunt.”

    “That’s it.” She mashed the palm of her hand down against my cockhead as she stroked me. “More.”

    “I want to fuck your cunt.”

    Another stinging belly slap. “I can’t hear you!”

    “I want to fuck your cunt!”

    “Yes!” She rewarded me by jerking faster. “More!”

    “I want to put my cock in your cunt, Nicole!”

    “Fuck, yeah!”

    “I want to put my cock in my daughter’s tight cunt hole!”

    “Keep going!”

    “I want to fuck my daughter’s cunt…fuck your cunt…fuck my baby girl in the fucking cunt! Aaaahhhhrrrrr!”

    I felt the spray hitting my face and chest. I couldn’t believe I was even capable of that at my age. My daughter was a damned miracle worker. She continued to milk me well after the last dribble of semen had drooled out of my cock. I could barely see her silhouette in the dim moonlight that was filtering in around the edges of her window shade. Her glowing sexuality was evident even in that scant light.

    Nicole moved to get off of me, or so I thought. Instead she shifted down and straddled one of my thighs. Her hot wetness pressed against my skin.

    “I liked that,” she confessed in the dark. “I was ready to go to sleep, then you got my pussy all wet again.” She began to grind herself against my thigh. “I’m sorry…I have to…”

    I lay still and gladly let my daughter hump my leg. I flexed my thigh muscle in rhythm with her movements and that seemed to enhance her ride. She searched blindly for my wrists and when she found them she lifted my hands to her breasts.

    “Touch my nipples, Daddy.” She held onto my wrists, making sure I didn’t pull my hands away. “Yes, that’s it. You know just how to touch me, don’t you?”

    I lightly toyed with her nipples; stroking them, caressing them, rubbing them with my thumb. Her moans were all the signal I needed to let me know I was doing it the way she wanted. She humped away, keeping a steady pace for several minutes. The only sound was the occasional sigh of delight. When I felt she was getting close, I began treating her nipples more aggressively. I pinched them, pulled, and twisted.

    “Oh, yes,” she rasped.

    I could tell she was approaching climax, but she strictly held herself to the same cadence despite her body’s inclination to go faster. I had to admire her control.

    “Say the word,” Nicole pleaded under her breath.

    I knew what she wanted. I tried to give it the same erotic emphasis as she had.

    “Cunt.”

    “Mmm, more…”

    “I can feel your cunt on my leg.” I kept my voice low and slow. This wasn’t the same frenzied exchange from moments earlier when she was bringing me off.

    “Yeah…”

    “Your cunt is so wet…and warm…”

    “Mm hm. And you want to fuck it?”

    “Yes. I want to fuck your beautiful little cunt.”

    “Do you want to cum in it?”

    She caught me off guard with that. I didn’t respond quickly enough.

    “Do you want to cum inside my cunt, Daddy?”

    “Yes…”

    “Fill my cunt up with your cum, Daddy. I want your cock to fuck my cunt full of cum. I want…nnnnn…ahhhhh!”

    Her body shuddered and I clamped down hard on both her nipples predicting it was what she needed in that moment. She continued grinding down hard, prolonging her orgasm as long as she possibly could, getting everything she could from it. After another shudder, she melted down onto the bed next to me.

    “I’m going to be a zombie in school tomorrow,” she mumbled into my shoulder.

    “Whose fault is that?”

    “Yours. Waving that sexy cock all over the place.”

    “Excuses, excuses.”

    “You should call in sick to work tomorrow and I should stay home from school.”

    “I have a client meeting tomorrow.”

    “Cancel it.” She kissed my neck and added in a ticklish nibble. “We can spend the whole day naked and just masturbate together like crazy. Doesn’t that sound better than going to a stupid meeting?”

    “It does, actually.” I was worse than spineless. “I’ll see if I can reschedule.”

    “Woo hoo!” Nicole hoisted herself up and kissed me on the mouth, then pulled back. She experimentally licked the space just below my lower lip. “Dad? Is there cum on your face?”

    “Maybe, yeah.”

    “O.M.G., that’s frickin’ awesome.” She began peppering my face with kisses.

    “Hey, cut that out.”

    “C’mon, you got to taste mine. Why can’t I taste yours?”

    I struggled to push her away as she fought back before giving up with a bout of giggles.

    “We’ll have plenty of time to fool around tomorrow,” I scolded her. “Now stop being so horny and let’s get some sleep.”

    “Fine, you big poop.” She turned her back to me. After a few seconds she said, “Spoon me.”

    I was happy to comply. I cuddled up behind her as she wiggled into my embrace.

    “If you get a hard-on during the night, you can go ahead and hump your cock against my butt if you want. I won’t mind.”

    “I’m sure you wouldn’t.”

    “G’night, Daddy. I love you.”

    “I love you, too, baby girl.”

    Although I was pleasantly exhausted, sleep refused to come to me. At first I thought it was the sensation of my naked daughter’s skin against the entire length of my body, but that wasn’t it. It wasn’t even all the other guilt-laden stuff that had been gnawing away at me for the past couple of days. After about ten minutes of this I heard Nicole’s voice.

    “What’re you thinking about?”

    “Nothing.”

    “Something’s on your mind. I can tell.” She remained with her back to me, unwilling to give up her comfy position.

    “The things we said…”

    “About how what we’re doing is wrong?”

    “No.”

    “Oh. You mean all that C-word stuff?”

    “No. Well, yes, sort of…”

    “You didn’t like it?”

    “It’s not that. I just don’t want you to think…you know. All that stuff I said…”

    “Okay, I get it.” She wiggled her butt against my limp cock affectionately. “Don’t worry, Daddy, that was just sex talk. I know you’re not really going to do all that stuff with me. It’s just like a fantasy you have when you’re playing with yourself, only we were saying it out loud to each other. Maybe I’m weird like that, but talking dirty drives me crazy.”

    “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell.” I nudged her bottom with my soft dick. “I just wanted to make sure we were clear about all that.”

    “Relax, I’m not going to go all psycho on you or anything. All we’re doing is having a little fun masturbating together. No harm, no foul.”

    “Just masturbating.”

    “Well, masturbating with benefits.”

    “Is that a thing?”

    “It is now.” She rubbed the inside of my forearm, which was draped over her, against her bare nipples. “I’m starting to get horny again.”

    I did my best impression of a Three Stooges snore.

    “Go ahead, be that way. But you owe me one first thing in the morning.”

    With that nagging issue out of the way I was able to drop off to sleep almost instantly. Yes, I was willingly barreling down that bad-intention-paved road to Hell, but at least it was going to be one heck of a fun ride!

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    The sound of buzzing woke me up. It took me a moment to get oriented, having never spent the night in my daughter’s bed before. Nicole was next to me, the covers pushed down to the foot of the bed. She was naked, as I’d come to expect, and masturbating, as I was also becoming more and more accustomed to. She was staring longingly at my cock as she ran her purple vibrator up and down along the length of her pussy.

    “My God, girl,” I chuckled. “Are you ever not horny?”

    “I’m only like this when I’m around you.” She rolled toward me and gave me kiss. “Morning, Daddy.” She pressed the tip of her vibrating cock against her clit and moaned. “I missed the school bus.”

    “I got up and rescheduled my meeting earlier while you were still asleep.” This brought a big smile to her lips.

    “So we’re having a naked day together?”

    “Looks like it.”

    “Have I told you that you’re the best daddy ever?”

    “Yes, but not enough.”

    “I want to see you cum at least, like, ten times today.”

    I had to laugh. “Don’t get your hopes up, kiddo. Your old man isn’t one of those teenage studs that you’re used to.”

    “We’ll see.” Nicole teased her hole with the head of her dildo. “Here, you do me,” she said, handing me the vibrator.

    I propped myself up on one elbow and directed the toy between her wide open legs. I touched the end of it to the area just above her clit.

    “And how many times am I going to see you cum today?” I asked.

    “A hundred…at least.” She groped for me and grabbed a hold of my cock. “I love how hard you always are in the morning.”

    I continued caressing her pussy with the buzzing toy. She arched her back, and stretched her lithe nakedness under my tender manipulations. Her grip on my cock grew tighter. She wasn’t jerking me, as she liked to do, but rather just holding onto it, possessing it.

    “Almost there,” she breathed.

    “Already?”

    “I was pretty close before you woke up. And it’s so much better when you do it.” She squeezed one her breasts roughly with her free hand. “Yes, right there, Daddy. Ooo, you’re going to make me cum…”

    I held the dildo in place, jiggling it ever so slightly. “Uh huh, uh huh…” Her body was rocking in time with a beat that only she could hear. “Uh huh, right there…” Her hand clutched my shaft, relaxed, clutched again in rhythm with the pulsating approach of her first climax of the day. “Uh huh…ooooh, fuck, Daddy, there…”

    Her body jerked, snapping her hips upward against the dildo. A string of girlish grunts signaled her pleasure as the spasms continued to fire. After several seconds, she had to let go of my cock and push the vibrator away from her clit. I threatened her pussy with it a moment later and she screamed, clapping both hands over her crotch to protect her sensitive girl parts. She drew her knees up and lolled from side to side with a gratified noise that was half giggle, half groan.

    “Did you see that, Daddy? Did you see me cum?”

    “Of course I did. What the Hell else would I be looking at?”

    She grinned and hugged herself. “I love cumming in front of you. It’s ten times hotter when I know you’re watching me.”

    I turned off the toy and set it aside. I once again marveled at my daughter’s naked body. It seemed impossible that I would ever get enough of the sight of her. My mouth watered at the thought of those soft, puffy nipples of hers against my tongue. She noticed where my attention was and brushed her fingers across her pink little mounds.

    “Now I want to see you.” She bit her lower lip in contemplation. “I think you should cum on my tits.”

    I wanted to jump at the invitation, but I knew I shouldn’t. “Well, maybe that’s a bit too…how about if I just do it like usual?”

    “Oh, c’mon, you’ve cum on me before.”

    “Not on purpose…really.”

    “Stop being a wuss and do it.” She pushed her titties together, making them look twice as big as they actually were. “I know you want to.”

    “Since you put it that way…”

    She squealed with delight. “Alright, get up on your knees…good, like that…turn this way…perfect. God, your cock looks huge this morning.”

    Once she had me positioned the way she wanted, she settled herself in front of me. I was up on my knees in the center of the bed facing to the side; Nicole was lying in front of me on her back, feet toward the headboard, her chest just below my jutting cock. She was laid out before me like a virgin sacrifice on the altar of my incestuous lust.

    Her eager eyes looked up at me, begging for me to soil her body with my spilled seed. I couldn’t disappoint her, could I?

    I gripped my shaft and began stroking. Her eyes fluttered in fascinated anticipation. It was an alien prospect to me that someone could be so entranced by seeing me play with my dick. None of my past lovers had let on that they were the least bit interested in witnessing my exclusively private act of self-pollution. Performing in front of my daughter like this was in itself a distinctly demeaning experience, but at the same time it was somehow liberating. I’d never reached a point where I could let myself be this vulnerable with another person. With Nicole, I felt safe. Her unconditional acceptance of me as her father gave me the freedom to indulge my perverse whims without fear of judgment or criticism. Maybe this was all wishful thinking. Maybe she would end up recognizing me as the degenerate pig I really was one day down the road. Even so, I was going to enjoy the moment while I could.

    “Cum on my tits, Daddy,” she cooed beneath me, smashing her small breasts together as a kind of carnal offering. “Jerk off all over me.”

    I jacked my hard dick in my fist. My balls swayed freely with each stroke. I feared they might still be empty after last night. That didn’t stop me from admiring my daughter’s naked body spread out for my private gratification. I’d seen that cute face of hers every single day for my entire life, and yet it had a special glow about it when she had no clothes on. I’d never noticed how sexy her neck was. Her shoulders were masterful sculptures of sensuality. I wanted to fall upon her belly and make love to that pure expanse of smooth softness. Even her knees had become a source of lascivious attraction for me. How did my sweet innocent little girl turn into this embodiment of sexual allure? She could have any guy her own age, and here she was playing daddy’s little slut with her old man. I needed to stop thinking and just enjoy it while it lasted.

    “Look at how your balls are flopping around like crazy,” she said, reaching for them.

    She formed a cage around my loose nuts with her fingers and let my sack rattle around inside of it while I jerked my cock. It gave me a warm feeling to be able to see her discovering and experimenting. I knew she wasn’t some clueless virgin, but there was still a lot she hadn’t had time to experience yet.

    The cage closed around my balls and she held gently, tugging and kneading my scrotum with just the right amount of tender pressure.

    “You have great balls, Daddy. I love how they feel. Nice and big and manly.” She fondled each of my testicles lovingly. “I can’t believe that this is where I came from. I started right here in these sexy balls.” She looked up at me with one of those wicked smiles of hers.

    God damn, she really knew how to get to me. I let out a gruff bark of satisfaction as my orgasm suddenly burst free and I began spattering my daughter’s chest with cum. Watching my filthy spunk coat her tits in a series of ever-weakening spurts while she stretched my scrotum made it all far better than anything I could have achieved on my own.

    “Oooo,” she gushed happily, “so warm and slimy.” She swirled a finger around her far nipple, spreading my cum evenly over the pink of her areola. As I watched her do this I wasn’t paying attention to what her other hand was doing until I felt her pulling my hard-on downward and rubbing the head of my cock against the nipple closest to me.

    Holy fucking shit that felt good! I couldn’t move for a few seconds as the sensation held me suspended in a moment of unadulterated bliss. I was barely able to regain my senses.

    “Okay, missy, let’s not get carried away.” I eased my cock out of her hand. “I’m going to hit the shower. I’m feeling a bit crusty this morning for some reason.”

    “Aww, you’re no fun,” Nicole pouted.

    “Or maybe the problem is that you’re too much fun.” I gathered up my robe and underwear from her floor.

    “You have to at least kiss me before you leave me like this.” She was still fingering the cum I had deposited across her chest.

    I leaned down and gave her soft kiss on the lips. Her tongue sought out mine and it was all I could do to pull away before it developed into a full-on make out session. I would have never guessed that my girl could be so insatiable. I was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her.

    Despite the extra few hours of sleep, I was still feeling somewhat drained. The hot shower went a long way to revitalizing me, and hopefully restoring some of my potency. How lame would it be if she wore me down to the point where I couldn’t get it up for her? Maybe it was time to start thinking about some pharmacological assistance.

    I stepped out of the shower and began toweling off. I felt a cold draft of air and looked up to find Nicole leaning against one side of the open doorway in nothing but the button down shirt I had worn to work the day before. She was biting the tip of her thumb in the most adorable way as she watched me drying off.

    “Nice shirt.”

    “I always see women in movies and magazine ads wearing their man’s shirt, so I wanted to try it.” She lifted the collar to her nose and drew in a deep breath. “I like it.”

    “You have my dirty underwear on also?”

    “Nope.” To prove it she lifted the shirt tail high enough for me to see her naked pussy. That lilting giggle of hers seeped right into me. “Are you going to shave?”

    “That’s the plan.”

    “Can I watch?”

    I wrapped the towel around my waist. “You haven’t wanted to do that since you were a little girl.”

    “God, I must have been such a pest back then.”

    “Back then? How about now?”

    “Yeah, how about now?” The sultry way she said that gave her an air of sophistication way beyond her years. I don’t know how she did it. One second she’s a gawky kid, then the next she’s a seasoned seductress.

    I got out my razor and shaving cream. She put down the lid of the toilet and sat, hands tucked between her knees, happy as could be. I wiped the fog from the mirror and lathered my chin and cheeks.

    “I forgot how much I loved this,” Nicole was leaning forward enough for me to get a good look down her (my) shirt. I was only able to get a partial glimpse of one of her nipples, but it was clear from the sticky sheen covering her chest that she hadn’t bothered to clean my cum off of herself. Such a dirty, dirty girl.

    “I don’t know what you get out of this.”

    She considered this for a moment. “It’s just nice to be around you this way. Like you’re letting me peek behind the curtain of your secret man-world.” She shrugged in that cute way she had. “It gives me a good feeling inside to be with you like this.”

    “I suppose it won’t hurt to admit that I liked those Saturday mornings, too. There was something special about those times. Why did you stop?”

    She was quiet for a long while. I scraped my razor up my throat, rinsing it in the sink after each stroke.

    “Remember that giant stuffed giraffe you won for me that time at the carnival?”

    Okay, new topic. “The ball throw game, right? We were barely able to fit that stupid thing in the car. Didn’t you name him Jeffery, or something like that?”

    “Jeffy, yeah.” She went on in somewhat shy manner. “I loved playing with him. Anyway, one day when I was about ten I was pretending like I was riding him and I got a funny feeling down there. I didn’t know it at the time, but that’s when I basically figured out how to masturbate.” She waited anxiously for my reaction.

    “When you were only ten years old?” It didn’t seem possible.

    “It just sort of happened. I had no idea I was having orgasms, or something close to it at least, I just knew it felt good.” She looked down at her bare toes wiggling on the cool floor tiles. I realized I was frozen in mid-stroke and tried to get back to shaving without cutting myself. “I probably humped Jeffy like ten times a day those first couple weeks. God, I was such a little nympho.”

    “I had no idea that’s what you were doing in your room all the time. I was just happy you were being quiet and keeping yourself busy.”

    “I was so afraid you were going to catch me. Remember the sign I made?”

    “Keep out. Private Property!” I shook my head, the pieces were falling into place. “I thought that was just normal tween stuff. I had no idea what that sign on your door was really about.”

    “Well, now you know. I was in there having unprotected sex with wild animals.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I did it with all my clothes on at first, or sometimes my PJs. Then I tried it with nothing but my underwear on and found out that was way better. I was afraid to try it with nothing on because I thought that would be the ultimate sin. A week later I was buck naked and humping away like a crazed little sex fiend.”

    “Jeffy must’ve loved that.”

    “God it’s embarrassing to be admitting all this to you.”

    “Seriously? After this morning? After last night?”

    “That’s different.” Her nipples were now poking up from beneath my dress shirt in the most provocative way. “The thing is that I eventually realized that the good feelings I got from riding Jeffy were the same sort of nice feelings I got when I hung out in the bathroom with you and watched you shaving, or combing your hair, or putting on cologne.”

    I shaved my upper lip, not sure how to respond. Not sure if she wanted me to respond at all.

    “I finally put two and two together in my tiny brain and figured out that the nice feelings I was getting in my tummy, and other places, when I watched you in the bathroom were something sexual. I didn’t completely understand it, but I knew there was some kind of connection and that it was something dirty.”

    “Geez. I had no clue.” I tried not to let on how shocked I was by these revelations. “So that’s why you stopped hanging around with me during my Saturday morning shaves?”

    She shrugged one shoulder. “I thought you would be mad at me, or hate me, for having sex feelings about you like that. And it was just too weird for me to deal with when I was that young.” She smiled wistfully. “I swore I’d never ride Jeffy again, but that only lasted about two days. It’s funny, I thought that he was the only thing that could get me off that way, like Jeffy had some sort of magical power. I eventually figured out that I could straddle my teddy bear or one of my stuffed unicorns and get the same feeling. After that, I started humping everything. My pillow, the arm of the sofa, the footboard of my bed, the corner of my toy box. I even used to take all the clothes off of my Ken doll and put him on the floor, then I’d get naked and lie on top of him and grind my pussy up and down against him. Sometimes I’d set Barbie up and make her watch. Damn, I was one sick little bitch.”

    I joined in with her nervous laugh this time, feeling uneasy about picturing my pre-pubescent daughter lying face down on the floor naked, fucking herself against a plastic doll.

    “God, I remember lying awake at night trying to think up new things I could grind on. You know your black leather coat? When I was home alone I would bunch it up in a big ball and hump it like crazy. As soon as I came I would get scared you would know what I did and hurry up and clean off the wet spot and put it right back in your closet.”

    “I still wear that coat sometimes.”

    “I know.” She gave me a look that let me know she’d been privately enjoying that dirty secret for some time. “And did you ever notice that I always say how hot you look in that jacket whenever you wear it?” Nicole pinched one of her nipples through the shirt, apparently feeling a bit less shy than earlier. “I was so dumb back then that I thought humping stuff was the only way to masturbate. That’s the only way I did it for almost like five years before Becca showed me how to use fingers.”

    “Showed you?”

    Nicole’s mouth hung open, suddenly realizing what she’d just said.

    “I said told me.”

    “I’m pretty sure I heard showed.”

    “They say the hearing is the first thing to go.” She reached out and tugged at my towel, letting it drop to the floor and leaving me standing there naked. “Mmm, I knew you were hiding a big juicy hard-on under there.”

    I decided not to press the issue and let her change the subject. I shaved off the whiskers on my chin, and touched up a few spots.

    “I could just stare at you like this all day,” Nicole said while gazing at my cock. “It’s nice to know that I can see it whenever I want now.”

    “I don’t remember that being part of the deal.” I ducked my head and rinsed my face. When I opened my eyes again Nicole was no longer sitting on the toilet. I looked down and found her kneeling next to me, her face about even with my erection. “What are you doing?” There might have been a note of panic in my voice.

    “Just want to see it close up.” She put a hand on my hip and turned me toward her. Her other hand ran up the outside of my thigh and settled on my opposite hip. The head of my cock hovered inches in front of her face. “Wow…look at it.”

    It almost seemed like she was in some kind of trance. I stood still, letting her look. It was despicably vain of me to take so much pleasure from the way she admired my cock. She must have fetishized it for years, and now she finally had it. I was perfectly aware of how dangerous this position was, but I convinced myself the boundaries I’d set down would hold. That conviction lasted for about more three seconds.

    Nicole suddenly leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth and began sucking. My knees all but gave way and a rush of adrenaline swept through my body. I felt instantly lightheaded as I pushed her head back and pulled my prick from between her lips.

    “What are you doing?” I demanded a little too harshly.

    “What does it look like?” She licked her lips enticingly.

    “We’re not doing this. I’m not going to let this happen.”

    “It already happened, Daddy. You put your cock in my mouth.”

    “I? You…” I tried to compose myself. I was still close enough to feel my daughter’s warm breath on my dick — which was harder than ever. “You agreed that we were only going to masturbate together.”

    “That’s right. And that’s all we’re doing.”

    “Oral sex is not part of the deal.”

    “All I’m doing is jerking you off with my mouth. How is that any different from using my hand?”

    “It just is. I can’t think straight right now, but all I know is that there’s a big difference.”

    “Can I at least lick it?”

    “Nicole, please, you’re killing me here.”

    “Just let me suck it once and I won’t ask again.”

    “Don’t do this.”

    She tried to push her head forward, but I held her back.

    “I’ve been told I give a pretty good blowjob.”

    “How about we go back to your bedroom and play with your dildo?”

    “This could be my early Christmas present.” She looked up at me with her best puppy dog eyes.

    My resolve was weakening by the second. Would it really be any worse than letting her give me a handjob?

    “I want to suck your cock so bad.”

    Her head moved a little closer.

    “I’d let you cum in my mouth, Daddy.”

    Closer.

    “Think of how good it would feel.”

    Her tongue reached out and grazed the tip of my cock.

    “I want to taste my Daddy’s cum.”

    She was close enough to kiss it.

    “I’m going to suck your cock and swallow all your cum, Daddy.”

    Her lips wrapped around my cockhead, and in the next moment she was taking me deeper into her mouth.

    “Mmmm,” she moaned around my throbbing shaft, and began bobbing her head.

    This was insane. This couldn’t be happening. I was letting my daughter suck my cock. She was on her knees in front of me, willingly sucking me like I was the rock star of her fantasies. This was too much to comprehend.

    One thing was for certain, she wasn’t exaggerating about being able to give a pretty good blowjob. In my experience, she was administering a damned good blowjob. I had to hope she was a natural at it because I didn’t want to think about how many dicks she had to suck to get as skilled at it as she was.

    My daughter’s lips formed a tight seal around my shaft as her head moved smoothly forward and back on my shaft. Her tongue was a warm, wet pillow gliding along the underside of my hard penis. I only felt her teeth at the precise moment that she wanted me to, and that was only when they skimmed lightly over that most sensitive spot just beneath my cockhead. During all this she managed to supply the perfect amount of suction. She’d suck as she took me into her mouth, then release as she pulled back. The fluctuation between one sensation and the other elevated this blowjob to a whole other level I didn’t know there was.

    “That’s it, baby, suck Daddy’s cock.” I felt a pang of guilt for talking to my daughter like she was some kind of a street whore, but I knew she liked it. Her yearning moan confirmed it and she began working my cock even more intently.

    As incredible as her technique was, it couldn’t match the decadent thrill of seeing my cock disappearing into my dear daughter’s mouth again and again. She had been fantasizing about this for who knows how many years, but I had done everything in my power to avoid thinking about her in any overtly sexual way. The sudden developments over the past days weren’t a matter of me finally realizing a longtime forbidden appetite, but rather a complete upending of my reality. In a very short time I had gone from responsible protector and role-model to unprincipled violator. I rested my hands on Nicole’s head to better feel the tempo of her oral worship of my cock.

    “You want my cum?” I croaked, sounding like a common back-alley pervert.

    “Mm hm,” she hummed her ascent.

    “Are you going to eat Daddy’s cum?”

    “Mmmm.” This seemed to get her going more than anything.

    I couldn’t see, but I could tell she was fingering herself as she sucked me. How she was able to play with herself and deliver a world-class blowjob at the same time was beyond me. She was quite the accomplished little multi-tasker. Her face wore an expression of serene elation, like that of someone who was getting exactly what she wanted. I always tried to give her everything; I never would have imagined that shoving my cock down her throat would be one of those things.

    “God, Nicole, you look so pretty. You look so beautiful with Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

    She whimpered around my dick without slowing and began finger fucking herself faster. Her free hand went to my balls. She massaged my heavy-hanging sack in perfect concert with her cocksucking. I began to sense that the end of this singularly exquisite experience was quickly approaching.

    My daughter was sucking my cock. My own fucking daughter. The sweet little girl I had tea parties with; held on my lap while we watched Disney movies; made funny faces to when she was sad; and tucked into bed with a story that always ended with the princess living happily ever after with her prince. This was the girl I was face fucking. I was such a piece of shit.

    She was taking me as deep as she could as fast as she could. Every few strokes I could hear her trying to suppress a gag. That somehow made it even hotter for me. She wanted to take every inch of me that she could handle. She wanted all of me.

    “You like that, don’t you? You like sucking Daddy’s hard cock.”

    Her acknowledgement came in the most arousing way possible. Her eyes flicked open and she looked up at me. Those big, beautiful eyes so full of lust and passion. She wanted nothing more than to please me. My daughter was in the midst of fulfilling an adolescent fantasy that she’d secretly nurtured for years, and yet her main purpose was to give me the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever known. I was pretty sure she was about to achieve that goal.

    Our eyes stayed locked as I generously fed my cock into Nicole’s mouth over and over. She accepted each thrust readily and seemed only to want more. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

    “You ready, sweetheart? Ready for Daddy’s cum?”

    She managed the barest of nods without breaking eye contact. I’d never seen anything as divinely sinful as what I was doing to my daughter’s angelic face with my infernal appendage.

    “Suck it!” My balls tightened. “Suck my cock!” The tingling started at the base of my spine. “Take it, Nicole!” Saying my daughter’s name broke open the floodgates. “Eat Daddy’s cum!” My cock swelled and unleashed a forceful blast at the back of her throat. I could tell she was struggling with the sudden rush, but she stayed with it and continued sucking without missing a beat.

    “That’s it, baby, swallow it.” My cock convulsed and I poured more and more jism down my daughter’s throat. “Swallow it all.”

    She went still, holding my cock in her mouth during the last weak pulses of my fading orgasm. I had to hold the edge of the sink to keep my balance. No woman had ever made me feel like that using just her mouth, much less any other body part. It was all I could do to come back down to earth and focus once again on Nicole’s smiling face.

    When she was sure she had my attention, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. There I saw a substantial portion of my own creamy load. Just one more sight I never expected to witness as her father. She withdrew her tongue, swallowed with an exaggerated motion, then presented me with a clean tongue. If I was capable of cumming again right then, I would have.

    “Best Christmas present ever!” She exclaimed wiping a bit of drool from the side of her chin.

    “Holy shit, Nicole, where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

    She gave me one of those I’m-not-telling shrugs and took my cock back into her mouth. She sensuously massaged my head and shaft with her tongue and lips. It took me a second to realize this wasn’t for me. She was busily masturbating herself with both hands as she lost herself in the sensations of suckling her father’s cock. I couldn’t imagine anything more precious.

    I held myself steady while she sucked, and fingered, and moaned. She was humping her hand and rubbing her clit at the same time while savoring my slightly wilted erection. As her bouncing cadence increased, and she was about to cum, she sucked as much of me in as she could take until I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat. Her face was flushed, and I wondered if she could even breathe.

    Her body clenched and her back hunched. She let out a scream of triumphant ecstasy that was muted by my cock plugging her throat. This was followed by a string of laughing yelps of unrestrained jubilation. She’d gotten what she wanted. Something she’d apparently been wanting for a long while and never dared to believe she would actually get. I was profoundly ashamed of myself, but also supremely grateful that I was able to play a part in making her as happy as she was in that moment. She sucked my cock as hard as she could as she rode out the final waves of what had to be an orgasm almost as intense as the one I’d just had.

    “God, you look beautiful when you cum,” I said with sincere reverence. I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers as she reluctantly released my cock.

    “If that’s true, then you should know that I plan on looking beautiful a lot more today.”

    Nicole stood up, unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and let it fall to the floor behind her. She pressed her naked body against mine and kissed me. This wasn’t a daughter kissing a father; it was a woman kissing a man. Her tongue was still thick with the flavor of my semen. That would have normally been repulsive to me, but with her I didn’t even consider balking. If she wanted to share the flavor of my own cum with me, I wasn’t going to deny her that. After a few seconds of mental revulsion, I realized it wasn’t all that bad. Actually, I could probably get used to it.

    I sucked Nicole’s probing tongue, wrapped my arms around her small body, pressed my flagging cock against her warm belly, and tried to convince myself that this was as positively as far as I would allow things go between us. I was also distressingly certain, however, that my insatiable daughter had a plan of her own that didn’t have anything to do with my wavering limits of propriety.

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    Re: My Daughter’s Dildo

    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 6
    by DirtyMindedMom

    I stood leaning against the bathroom wall, naked, fondling my cock and balls leisurely as I watched my daughter in the shower. The frantic lust of my previous encounters with her wasn’t overwhelming me this time only because I knew that I would have her all to myself for the whole day. I marveled at the natural sensuality of her movements as she caressed her soapy body and let the warm water sluice over the contours her recently developed curves.

    Nicole stepped out of the shower, her bare skin glossy wet. I could see the slight hint of her swollen inner lips peeking out from the womanly crease between her legs. Her small, firm breasts sat high and proud. She noticed my wolfish leer and smiled.

    “I don’t know why you bothered making me wash off all your cum, Daddy” she said as she patted herself with a towel. “You’re just going to end up jerking off all over me like twenty more times today.”

    “For starters, I wanted the chance to watch you in the shower.” I stepped to her and took the towel. She turned away so I could pat her back dry, along with her ridiculously perfect ass. “I also wanted to start the day with a clean canvas.” I hugged her from behind, kissing her slender neck.

    She giggled and cringed, but didn’t pull away. “Mmm, I love the feeling of your penis on my skin.” Nicole pressed her ass against my erection and shifted slightly from side to side. “So, I guess you’re not upset at me anymore?”

    “Upset at you?”

    “For sucking your cock earlier.” She moved my hand up to one of her breasts. “I know you didn’t want me to, but I couldn’t help it. I had to know what it would feel like in my mouth, and what your cum would taste like.”

    “Well, now you know.” I lightly twisted her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “I’ll forgive you this time, but we can’t let that happen again. Understand?”

    “I promise to be a good girl from now on.” She shivered in my embrace when I combed my fingers gently through her fine tuft of moist pubic hair. “As long as I can masturbate with you, Daddy, I’ll be happy.”

    I heard her tummy growl. “Sounds like someone’s ready for breakfast.”

    “I’m starving,” she laughed, then patted my hand as it tickled its way closer to where I knew her clit was hiding. “But first, someone has to leggo my Eggo!”

    After that comment, we were both craving toaster waffles. I got out the dishes and forks, Nicole fetched the gridded disks from the freezer, along with the butter, and the maple syrup. It was impossible for me not to ogle my daughter’s lovely naked bits as she moved around the kitchen. It seemed that she was just as preoccupied with glancing at my swinging dick every chance she got. We made a perfect pair.

    “You know what would taste good?” Nicole asked as she filled her mouth with a gooey forkful. “If you jerked off on my waffle for me. Mmmm.”

    “I think you’ve eaten enough cum already this morning, young lady.”

    “Aww, no fair,” she pouted, licking the sticky syrup from her fork. I’d seen her sit at the table Indian-style a thousand times, but it had a much different effect on me seeing her sitting cross-legged while naked.

    “Maybe you can have some after dinner for your dessert if you behave yourself today.”

    Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips in anticipation. It was despicable for me to be playing along with her like I was, but I couldn’t deny that I was having fun doing it. My instincts that had once guided me toward being a responsible father were being increasingly supplanted by my animal lust for the desirous woman my daughter had revealed herself to be over the past weeks. It wasn’t so much acceptance on my part, but more a matter of surrender.

    I collected the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. “What’s next on the day’s agenda?”

    “This,” she answered cryptically.

    I turned to see her leaned back in her chair with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She upended the syrup bottle and poured a drizzle of maple sweetness onto each of her nipples. Mrs. Butterworth appeared unmoved by the lewd act she was being forced to participate in.

    “Nicole…”

    “Oops, I made a mess, Daddy.” She flashed me those puppy dog eyes of hers. “How will I ever clean this all up? Maybe you could help me…”

    “You’re not going to earn that dessert you wanted by behaving like this, young lady.”

    “Fine,” she stuck her bottom lip out, “I’ll just do it myself, then.”

    Nicole pushed one of her small breasts up and craned her neck down. Her tongue stretched out. I was surprised to see that she could actually reach her nipple. I stood in stunned amazement as she licked the maple syrup from the puffy tip of her breast. Meanwhile, her fingers were working quickly in and out of her wet hole. I didn’t waste any more time and quickly began taking advantage of the erotic sight being offered to me right there at my kitchen table. I grabbed my hard-on and started jerking.

    The kitchen was silent except for the sounds of my balls slapping against my stroking fist and the liquid staccato of Nicole finger fucking herself. It didn’t take long before she was moaning her way through a sumptuous orgasm while I released a stream of fresh cum onto the floor between us. My daughter smiled coquettishly at me as she watched me squeeze the last remnants of semen from my cock.

    “This is going to be the best day ever,” she declared before she flounced off, leaving me to clean up my own mess.

    She came out of the bathroom half an hour later after blow drying her hair and doing whatever other maintenance girls need to do in there. I was sitting at my desk checking e-mail. She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pressing her breasts against my back. We were both still happily naked.

    “That better not be for work,” she warned, and began nibbling on my ear lobe to distract me. “Look, you’re not even hard right now.”

    “I’m sure you’ll find some way to remedy that very soon.”

    “For sure.” She tickled the back of my neck with each of her nipples as I signed out of my e-mail. “Though, your pee-pee does looks cute when he’s all scrunched up and droopy. It’s like he’s taking a nap on your balls.”

    “He needs his rest.”

    “I know what’ll wake him up! Let’s watch some porn.” The glee in her voice was the same as when she was little and was trying to entice me into watching one of her princess movies with her.

    “You’re not old enough to watch porn, young lady. Maybe when you turn eighteen.”

    “Don’t be a poop.” She pulled up a chair next to me. “I watch porn all the time.” She pushed my hands away from the keyboard and typed in a web address. In a few seconds the screen was populated with preview images of dozens of hardcore porn videos. “Oh, Daddy, don’t act so shocked. I know you do it, too.”

    “Maybe, sometimes, but…”

    “So what’s your favorite?” She moved the cursor down a list of kinks and fetishes. “Amateurs, Asians, Big Boobs?” She looked down at her small tits and shook her head. “Hmm, let’s see…Cumshots, Grannies, Lesbians. You probably like seeing two girls do it, don’t you?”

    I shrugged noncommittally. I wasn’t entirely prepared to share my preferences of jack off materials with my daughter.

    “All guys get off on that, don’t even try to lie. What else…MILFs. No thank you. Masturbation. You don’t need porn for that with me around.” She opened her legs and diddled her clitty to bolster her argument. “Teen. We already know what a perv you are about that. Shemales, Squirting, Watersports. What’s watersports?”

    “Um…I think it’s people peeing on each other, or something.”

    She looked at me with mock surprise. “I can’t believe that’s what you’re into, Daddy. Are you going to try to pee on me?”

    “I didn’t say I was into it, you little brat.”

    “So then it’s shemales?” Her devilish grin gave away how much she enjoyed teasing me. “You like chicks with dicks, is that it?”

    “How did I end up with such a sicko for a daughter?” I took control of the mouse and clicked on threesomes. I spotted one in the third row that I’d seen before and selected it.

    It was one of the classier ones with good lighting and quality photography, not to mention some smoking hot actresses. The two women were already in the big bed when the guy entered the scene. The girls pulled him into the bed with them and they were all naked in short order.

    “Ahh, so this is what Daddy likes to jerk off to.” She reached over and began stroking my cock. “Have you ever been with two girls before?”

    “No.” It was weirdly wonderful to be watching this with Nicole. “I don’t know if I could handle two women at once, but I don’t mind watching it.”

    “I always thought it would be hot to do two or three guys at the same time.” She stared attentively at the action on the screen, playing with both of us as she did. “Three cocks, three mouths, hands all over me everywhere. Yes, please.”

    I couldn’t bear the thought of my baby girl taking on three guys at once, but she had apparently given it quite a bit of thought.

    “Another girl would be pretty cool, too.” She had my cock at full attention. “You’d like that, huh? Two young girls doing sixty-nine together while you fucked one of them from behind and the other one sucked your balls. Is that what you want, Daddy?”

    “Uh…sure.” It was difficult to think straight while I was picturing Nicole as one of those two girls, preferably the one I was doing doggy style.

    “Here’s one that I like.” She let go of my dick and typed “pussy bukakke” into the search box. As soon as she hit play, she sat back grabbed my cock again, and resumed stroking. At the same time, the fingers of her other hand were teasing up and down her very wet slit.

    The video started with a cute Asian girl slouched low in a big black office chair. She was naked except for a pair of red thigh-high stockings. Her legs were spread wide, and she was holding her hairy pussy open. It was already much more vulgar than what I would have guessed my daughter might gravitate toward as far as erotic materials were concerned.

    Soon, a man stepped up. He was jerking his cock, and after a few seconds he deposited his load onto the woman’s open pussy. Moments later, another man came in from the other side and spilled his spunk in the same spot.

    “Mmm, look at it running down over her ass,” Nicole pointed out, never taking her eyes away from the screen.

    One by one, masturbating men approached, blasted the woman’s pussy with more semen, and then backed away only to be replaced by another. Her gaping privates were all but obscured by the mounting flood of pearly spunk from a dozen different men. I’d never seen anything like it.

    “So much cum,” my daughter marveled. “It must feel amazing to have all that gooey stuff just covering your pussy everywhere and dripping down all over the place.”

    Her hand was now actively busy between her legs as she stared at the increasingly messy scene in front of us. My attention shifted between her enthralled face, her pussy, and the porn clip. I stroked my cock steadily, but not enough to bring myself off. I was pleasantly surprised by how gratifying it was to be able to sit and watch porn with my daughter in this way. I had always been forced to be so secretive and paranoid about it in the past that it made it impossible to completely relax. Now it could be something both Nicole and I could do openly without fear, either together or alone. I was almost looking forward to her “catching” me one of these days while watching porn alone and jerking off.

    Nicole swiveled her chair so she was facing me, scooted down, lifted her legs, and spread them wide. She reached around the outsides of her thighs and held her pussy open with her fingers. It only took me a second to realize that she was mimicking the girl’s pose in the video. I looked up at her to make sure she wanted what I thought she wanted. She just smiled and nodded with a wicked gleam in her eye.

    I stood and started jerking with purposeful intent. If my little girl wanted me to bukakke her pussy, then I was going to do my best to give it to her. I stared down at her gorgeous young cunt and was in awe. How could I have gotten so lucky? Her cute tummy and tits were bunched together in her curled position, and her adorable face peeked out from between her shapely calves. The Japanese girl’s high-pitched dolphin-like moans provided the backdrop to the sound of my frantic fapping. It only took about a minute before I was ready to deliver.

    I crouched down until the tip of my cock was only inches from my daughter gaping pussy. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss my target. I aimed for her clit and slowed my stroke to insure my spunk didn’t go flying all over the place. With a dozen more controlled strokes that shimmering sensation of sexual fruition infused my whole body. My daughter and I watched my cockhead with anticipation as it swelled just moments before release. The first spurt was a direct hit, landing on her stiff nub.

    “Cum on me, Daddy,” she pleaded. “Cum all over my slutty cunt.”

    I didn’t need any further encouragement, but I enjoyed hearing it nonetheless. I continued pumping my cock and milking out more cream onto her pussy. It wasn’t my most impressive load in terms of quantity after having already gotten off twice that morning, but I’d managed to give her a respectable dousing of my cock sauce.

    “Oh, Daddy, that’s so fucking hot! Better than the video.”

    She strained her neck so she would watch my jizz trickle down her pussy lips toward her open vagina. Thank God she was on the pill. This would be a lot less fun if I had to stress out over the possibility of getting my daughter pregnant, no matter how remote the chances might be.

    When she couldn’t hold back anymore, she began smearing my spunk all over her pussy. Nicole began fingering her clit and her hole at the same time. I just sat back and enjoyed the show, fondling my expended dick as I did.

    “Your cum feels so good on my cunt, Daddy. God, this is so fucking nasty. I love it.”

    Nicole fingered, squeezed, and rubbed herself. She was trying to take it slow and prolong the decadent titillation of wallowing in her own father’s cum, but her youthful exuberance soon got the better of her. I watched with loving delight as my girl masturbated herself to a breathtaking orgasm. I’d never tire of hearing the sounds my daughter makes when she cums.

    “Now just imagine how good that would’ve been if you had ten more guys doing it on you.”

    She was slumped in the chair, looking about as contented and relaxed as a person could. “All I need is you, Daddy.” She licked some of my cum from her fingers, then blew me a kiss.

    We both lazed around for a while after that. I needed time to recover, and Nicole needed to clean up (again). I lounged on the sofa and read some of the book I’d been chipping away at over the past month. My daughter caught up on all the vital events happening on Facebook. At the end of each paragraph, I couldn’t help glancing over at her sitting naked at the computer. You’d think I’d eventually get used to seeing her in the nude, but every time I caught a glimpse of a bare nipple, the cleft of her ass, or the fuzzy triangle where her smooth thighs met it gave me a shivery thrill.

    When she got bored with the computer she went to my easy chair and sat with her feet pulled up and her arms wrapped around her knees. All her sexy bits were concealed, and yet she looked as hot as ever. When I glanced over she was staring at my limp cock and slack balls without any effort to be subtle about it.

    “How many times do you think you’ve jerked off in this chair?” she asked.

    “I don’t know. Once, maybe twice.”

    “Yeah, right,” she scoffed. She knew me better than that. “I probably made myself cum in this chair at least a hundred times. Maybe two hundred.” She ran a hand along the armrest. “It smells like you. I would hump myself right here on the corner.” She patted a worn spot at the end of the armrest. “Or I’d sit like this and finger my pussy.” Nicole let her knees fall apart and caressed her inner thighs provocatively. “I’d imagine you coming in and catching me. You’d be mad at first, but I would keep on masturbating because I was so horny by then. This would get you all hard and you couldn’t resist pulling your cock out.”

    “Then what would I do?” I could feel my dick stiffening in small pulses that matched my heartbeat.

    “Sometimes you’d watch me and jack off. Once in a while you’d shove your cock in my mouth and make me suck it.” She licked her lips. “But usually you’d put me over your knee and spank me, and then you’d make sure I’d learned my lesson and fuck me really hard.”

    I could tell how much she enjoyed seeing my erection grow to full strength as she talked. “I never spanked you in your whole life, even when you deserved it. How did that make it into your dirty little fantasy?”

    She shrugged. “I guess I liked the idea of being a bad girl and getting punished for it. I told you I was weird, Daddy. After you spanked my ass and made me cry, you would always kiss it and make it better.”

    “Maybe I should take you to the psychiatrist after all.”

    “You should,” she agreed with a devilish grin. “I could tell him about how my father’s cock gets really hard when I tell him about my kinky sex fantasies.”

    I looked down at the irrefutable evidence of my excitement. “Well, he’d probably have a hard-on by then, too, so he wouldn’t blame me.”

    Nicole watched me from between spread legs as I half-heartedly tried to get back to my book.

    “Let’s do massages!” she proposed excitedly after another minute. “I’ll do you first.”

    “I don’t know. That sounds a little risky.”

    “How is a back rub risky?”

    “The only reason the back rub was invented is because it almost always leads to sex.”

    “You really think I’m trying to trick you into fucking me?”

    “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

    Nicole pulled the lever that extended the foot rest. She set her feet on it and spread her legs wider. I had an unobstructed view at her darling pussy. All the markers of her own excitement were clearly evident there between her legs.

    “I’m not going to lie and say I wouldn’t totally have sex with you if you wanted.” Her fingers absently stroked her wet slit. “But I know you think that would be a bad thing for us to do, so I’m not going to ‘trick’ you into doing anything that you don’t think we should do.”

    “Yeah, but you’re a bad girl, remember? Who knows what you might try?”

    “If you think I’m being bad,” she slipped a finger into her opening, “then you’ll just have to punish me.”

    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

    The only response I got was one of her seductively tempting smiles and the addition of a second finger into her sopping wet pussy hole.

    “I guess I’ll just have to trust you,” I said, putting my book aside. “Where?”

    “Your bed.” She pulled her fingers out and hopped up from my chair. “I’ll get the baby oil.”

    Once I was face down on my bed, Nicole mounted me, straddling my hips. She rubbed the oil over my back. I could feel her pussy against my ass as she wiggled around. Her small hands began kneading my muscles and I was instantly propelled to heaven. My daughter was apparently a natural at all things sexual. That would have scared me if I wasn’t the main beneficiary of her instinctual talents just now.

    “How’s that?” she quizzed me.

    “Perrrrect,” I groaned.

    She worked my shoulders, then moved down to the muscles under my shoulder blades. I almost wept at how good it felt. Her hands made their way down to my lower back and began untying the knots there. I felt guilty for not paying her for such a fantastic service. And all the while her hot little pussy slid this way and that over my butt.

    “So, Daddy, when was the last time you had sex?”

    Her question came just as I was about to doze off. “Huh? Oh, I guess that would be this morning.”

    “No, that doesn’t count. That was just a blowjob. I mean how long has it been since you got laid?”

    “I don’t know. A couple years now.”

    “Holy crap! No wonder you decided to take advantage of me and turn me into your sex slave.”

    “Hey, you’re the one–”

    She pinched my side. “Calm down, Daddy, I’m only teasing. We both know you’re my sex slave.” Nicole pressed her thumbs up along either side of my spine, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. “Tell me about this lady you banged. Was it good?”

    “It was okay. I met her at Uncle Marty’s barbeque.”

    “Was she the one with dark hair and big boobs?”

    “That was her. Charlene, or Charlotte, I don’t remember now.” I was feeling more relaxed by the minute. “We went out a few times, but nothing was clicking.”

    “Something clicked enough for you to put your dick in her hoo-ha. My guess is it was those huge knockers.”

    “They were quite nice. But I like yours much better.”

    “Oh, please. I hardly have anything. I probably couldn’t even give a decent titty fuck even if you wanted it.”

    There was a loaded statement. “We’ll have to see about that one of these days.”

    She was up to my neck and shoulders again. Her crotch had settled over my lower back and she was pressing her mound against the base of my spine.

    “Did you make her cum?”

    “As far as I could tell.”

    “Did you eat her pussy?”

    “I did.”

    “Lucky bitch.” She was no longer just pressing her pussy against that spot, but instead she was grinding against it. “You’re probably really good at pussy licking, aren’t you, Daddy?”

    “Never had any complaints.”

    “Did you use a condom?”

    “Wow, you are a nosy one, aren’t you? Yes, I used a condom.”

    “Because you didn’t want to get her pregnant, or because of all her skanky diseases?”

    “Both.”

    Nicole began lightly pounding her fists down along the center of my back.

    “See, that would be the good thing with me. You wouldn’t have to use any condom at all.” She pressed her pussy harder against the spot she’d found. “You could just slide your big cock into my tight, clean pussy whenever you wanted and not have to worry about anything. You wouldn’t even have to pull out. You could fuck me as hard as you wanted and cum right inside my cunt just like that.”

    She was an evil child. “Let’s not go there, sweetheart.”

    “I’m just sayin’…”

    She moved off of me and pushed against my side. I rolled over onto my back. Nicole didn’t hide her delight at seeing that I was hard as a rock once again. She re-mounted me and poured oil onto my chest.

    “You’ve got just the right amount of hair.” Her oily fingers worked up and down my chest and belly. “Steven hardly had any hair at all. It was a little weird sometimes.”

    “Why weird?”

    “I don’t know.” Her slippery hands brushed past my hard-on and slid briefly around my balls. “I guess from seeing you I got the idea in my head that a man is supposed to have a nice, hairy chest.” Her thumbs found my nipples and worked around them in small circles. “With Steven, I sometimes felt like I was with a little boy instead of a man.”

    “You two probably fucked a lot, I suppose?”

    She gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Maybe two or three times a week.”

    “So, pretty much every time you saw him.”

    “Pretty much.” She couldn’t hide her guilty grin. “It was fun, but he wasn’t very good at it. I had to play with my clit while he fucked me if I wanted to cum.”

    I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to hearing my daughter talk so explicitly and openly about her sex life.

    “Why did you two break up?”

    “Mostly because I was bored of him.” Nicole had managed to work herself into a position where she was straddling my waist so that the slit of her pussy was nestled along the length of my erection. It would take only the slightest motion for me to be inside her. “Partly because there was someone else I wanted.”

    “I hope that someone wasn’t me.” The idea that everything that had happened in the past weeks was part of a deliberately orchestrated plan on the part of my calculating daughter gave me a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. If it was, I had too easily fallen into her trap. Her soft, slick pussy slid up the length of my pinned shaft. Then again, if I had it to do over, would I have done anything differently? “You should be out fooling around with boys your own age, not wasting that hot little body of yours on an old man. Especially when that old man is your father.”

    “Sex with you is better than anything I ever did with Steven, and we haven’t even fucked yet.” She angled her hips as she spoke so that the tip of her stiff clit pressed against my hard-on.

    “Yet?”

    “Oops, did I say that? My bad.” Nicole raked her fingernails down the length of my torso. “Ready for your happy ending?”

    My daughter wiggled down until she was kneeling between my legs. Her oiled hands began working my cock and balls with expert skill. I could only imagine how good she was going to be when she was older and more experienced.

    “Fuck, that feels nice,” I moaned.

    “I was about to say the same thing,” she giggled and continued to work me.

    Nicole took her time. She knew she had all day, so there was no need to rush. She stroked my shaft, squeezed my cockhead, fondled my balls, and experimented with different techniques. I just lay there and gave myself over to her completely. The only downside was that I couldn’t see her naked body the way she was crouched down there between my open legs.

    “Do you remember when you came in my mouth this morning?”

    “Oh, I remember.”

    She gripped my balls firmly and tightened her fingers around my shaft.

    “Did I suck your cock good, Daddy?”

    “So fucking good, baby.”

    “I swallowed all your cum, didn’t I?”

    “You sure did.”

    Her pumping hand moved with a steady rhythm. She’d decided it was time to get me off.

    “Remember when I fingered my pussy in the kitchen this morning?”

    “Uh huh.”

    “You like watching me finger fuck myself, don’t you, Daddy?”

    “I do. I really do, sweetheart.”

    “You were jerking off your cock while you watched me. And when I made myself cum you shot a big load of sperm all over the floor.”

    “I had to. You look so fucking sexy when you cum.”

    Her hand was moving faster. The squelching sound of oil against skin came in a rapid beat.

    “Remember when we were watching porn together?”

    “I’ll never forget that.”

    “Do you remember what I did?”

    “You spread your legs.”

    “And…?”

    “You spread open your pussy.”

    “My what?”

    “Your cunt.” I was quickly descending into delirium as I edged inevitably closer to Nirvana. “Oh God, Nicole, you spread your beautiful fucking cunt wide open for me.”

    “And what did you do, Daddy?”

    “I came on it.” My body began to tighten up more with each stroke of her hand. “I came all over my daughter’s sweet little cunt!”

    “Your sperm went right into my cunt hole, didn’t it, Daddy?”

    “Yes. Yes! Fuck, yes! Right in my baby’s wide open cunt hooooole!”

    My mind was scrambled and almost all of my awareness became centered on my cock. A single spurt fired straight up in the air, and the rest of my jizz bubbled up and dribbled down over my daughter’s knuckles. She jerked me until I couldn’t take it anymore, then eased up.

    “I love it,” she squealed in girlish delight, inspecting the results of her efforts with undisguised glee. “I can’t get over how awesome it is to see you cum, Daddy.”

    Nicole leaned forward and licked the head of my cock. She then began lapping up my semen from wherever she could find it. I watched her from my euphoric stupor in silent amazement. No woman had ever been willing to swallow my cum before, much less devour it like it was a rare delicacy as my daughter did.

    “You are quite the little cum puppy,” I teased, patting her on the head as she slurped up the spunk that had landed on my belly. “I bet you ate a lot of Steven’s cum back in the day.”

    “Ew, yuck,” she reacted instantly. She wiped the goo on her knuckles onto my cock, and then began licking it off with tiny swipes of her tongue. “I always spit his out.” She sucked the tip of my dick, drawing out whatever was left in there. “It’s different with you for some reason. Your cum tastes so good to me that I just want more and more of it.”

    If I could have given her another load right then, I would have. How did I get so damn fucking lucky?

    “I’m glad to be of service, milady.”

    She smiled, gave my balls a loving smooch, then flopped face down onto the bed next to me. “My turn!”

    My body felt like a warm puddle of jelly, but I knew I was obligated to return the favor. I slowly managed to get myself into position on top of my daughter. I straddled her thighs, being careful not to put any of my weight on her, and began massaging her back. My cock settled naturally into the cleft of her succulently curved butt.

    “Oh, that’s nice,” she said, wiggling her ass to make sure I knew what she was referring to. “I might not be able to give the best titjobs, but I could probably do a good assjob, don’t you think?”

    “I’m certain you could, sweetheart.”

    I rubbed her back, letting my hands wander freely up and down her naked skin, feeling the vitality of her young, athletic muscles. I hadn’t been at it for more than a few minutes before she twisted beneath me until she was facing up.

    “I’m more interested in getting a front rub than a back rub.”

    I shook my head in resigned acceptance at yet one more demonstration of how sexed up my daughter was at all times. I drizzled a bit of oil over her tits and began massaging her breasts. The points of her nipples stood up prominently, leaving no doubt about her level of arousal. She was unable to lie still below me. The soft fur of her pussy grazed the underside of my balls with each writhing turn of her hips. My touch roamed all over the front of her, and my heart ached with a mounting desire that I knew I could never allow myself to fully quench.

    “I can’t believe how you’ve grown.” My fingers pinched her nipples lightly before gliding down to her luscious tummy. “It seems like only yesterday you were a skinny tomboy, and suddenly you have the body of a woman. This amazingly sexy body that any man would kill for.”

    I couldn’t tell if the blush on her cheeks was a reaction to my words, or simply a result of her sexual arousal, but she looked adorable whatever the cause.

    “Any man?”

    I nodded. “Even your own father.”

    “Daddy, I’m ready for my happy ending now.”

    As soon as I moved off of her she opened her legs. I lay alongside her and let my hand drift in a slow serpentine path down toward her waiting pussy. She grabbed my cock with one hand and began playing with her tits with the other. As my fingers dawdled in the curls adorning her feminine mound, she raised herself to bring my touch down to her restless slit.

    “I never imagined I’d touch you like this.”

    “I imagined it all the time,” she replied with a breathy sigh. “But it’s better than I ever thought it would be. Daddy’s fingers in my cunt…” Words failed her as I ran my index and middle fingers down either side of her clit.

    “You want Daddy to make you cum?” It was awkward referring to myself like that, but I knew she would like it.

    Nicole squeezed my cock hard and nodded. Unable to speak, she simply moaned her assent.

    I toyed with the area around her clit, lightly pinched and pulled her swollen inner lips, teased her opening, and let my touch dip down to the space just below her sex. Her stomach flexed, and her breathing deepened. My daughter’s head turned from side to side on the pillow as I masturbated her. Her hand moved from one oil-slicked titty to the other with increasing fervor. Her hips rotated, allowing her to press herself harder against my fingers as I played with her.

    When I felt I’d tortured her long enough, I concentrated on her hard clit. I stroked up and down along one side then the other. I gently strummed my fingers back and forth across her tiny stiffness.

    “Uh huh, uh huh,” she panted, letting me know I was taking her where she wanted to go.

    “Are you ready to cum for Daddy?”

    “Oh, shit, yes…”

    “Do you want me to keep rubbing your horny little clitty?”

    She quickly grabbed my wrist, as if afraid I might pull my hand away. “Yes! Don’t stop!”

    “You want Daddy to make you cum?”

    “Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

    “Daddy’s going to finger this wet little cunt of yours until you cum.” Without being consciously aware that I was doing it, I leaned over and took one of my daughter’s nipples into my mouth, violating yet another of my self-imposed boundary lines.

    Nicole let out a choked scream and arched her back. My mouth was instantly coated with a greasy film of baby oil, but I didn’t care. I sucked my girl’s puffy areola, swabbing my tongue around the firm nub of her nipple while continuing to work her clit with my sure fingers.

    She grabbed my head and pushed it mercilessly to her chest, forcing my mouth tight against her breast.

    “Oh, Daddy! Daddy, Daddy! I’m cumming! My cunt, Daddy, my cunt!”

    Nicole let out a high-pitched yelp, then another and another. Each scream was accompanied by a full-body convulsion. Her one hand was clenched tight around my wrist, and the other was clamped even tighter around my cock. It hurt, but not in a bad way. I plunged two fingers into her pussy hole, which was drowning in fresh juices, and coaxed her through the rest of her orgasm as best as I could. Even after her body went limp, her cunt would spasm and contract around my fingers every ten or fifteen seconds. I continued to massage the inside of my little girl for the next few minutes until all was still.

    After a time, I withdrew my fingers and she curled up against me, nuzzling my chest.

    “If you can make me cum that hard with your fingers, I can’t even imagine what you could do to me with your cock.”

    I didn’t say anything in response. I was afraid she’d somehow be able to tell that I was thinking the exact same thing at that moment.

    After a short nap, our naked fun day continued. We went into her bedroom where I watched her fuck her dildo. I was hard and stroking the whole time, but I didn’t let myself cum. She then had me use the dildo on her again, and I buzzed her off to yet another happy climax. I was definitely becoming jealous of the female capacity to have multiple orgasms seemingly without limit.

    We made dinner and ate naked. Neither of us could resist a passing grope at the other when something enticing came within reach. Afterward, we ended up entwined on the sofa, Nicole resting comfortably between my legs, watching whatever she wanted on TV. I leisurely played with her tits while she messed around with my balls and cock. About twenty minutes into some cop show, she began giving me a handjob.

    I wanted to save my strength for later, but I was unable to resist. When she knew I was getting close, she took me into her mouth. She knew I didn’t want that to happen again, and just that morning she’d promised to be good. But she also knew that I was too far gone to stick to my convictions, as feeble as they were. My misbehaving daughter sucked and jerked me until I filled her mouth with everything my balls had managed to produce in the previous few hours.

    With her mouth full of my spunk, she leaned back onto me and began masturbating herself. I watched as she attacked her clit and pussy hole with ardent ferocity. As she approached the peak of her orgasm, she swallowed down my load of cum. This seemed to send her over peak and beyond. It was another beautiful performance, but what made it extra erotic for me was the sheen of sweat that covered her back by the time she’d finished. I was trying not to look at Nicole as my lover, but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to do just that.

    Later that night, our orgy of masturbatory transgressions continued. We knelt on the mattress of my bed facing one another and jerked off together. With the light out, we lay side-by-side and stroked off like we did that first time in the dark – only this time there was a stream of dirty talk passing between us the whole time. My cock and balls were sore by that point, and I had to assume that Nicole’s tender pussy was feeling the effects as well. This didn’t stop us from one more mutual masturbation attempt before going to sleep.

    We lay on our sides in a semblance of a 69 position. I fingered her and she fondled me as we talked about anything and nothing in the early morning hours. It would have been so easy for me to ease my face in between her legs and finally get a taste of my daughter directly from the source. This is probably what she was hoping for. Eventually, our casual petting turned into serious play. She came first, then did the hard work it took to get me off one last time after a long day of cumming. I cringed at the pain in my nutsack when she finally got me there, and I was shooting blanks by then, but it was well worth it.

    I gathered my daughter up in my arms, kissed her lips with all the loving affection I felt for her, and then the two of us fell almost instantly into a deep, satisfied slumber.

    While our lives had taken a major unexpected turn, it wasn’t the only thing going on. We still carried on with all the stuff we normally did. Nicole had school, and I had work. We both had our regular chores around the house: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, and all that fun stuff. I’d meet up with the guys at the bar one night, Nicole would go hang out with friends another. Despite the fact that we were masturbating together just about every night before we went to sleep, and at odd times during the day when the opportunity or urge presented itself, we otherwise appeared to the rest of the world like an ordinary father and daughter going about our lives as we always had.

    Of course, if anyone had the slightest clue about what was going on in our heads, the facade would quickly crumble. As an example, I was watching Nicole’s soccer game on a pleasant Saturday afternoon. There were a few choice soccer moms there, but I wasn’t paying any attention to them. I was focused on my daughter as she moved up and down the field with seductive grace.

    No one sitting there in the stands with me would believe that I knew how smooth those long legs of hers felt against my cock. None of them could guess that I’d seen my girl’s naked pussy, and only that morning I’d watched her finger fuck herself on the bathroom floor while I brushed my teeth. Every woman there would be thoroughly disgusted if they had any inkling that less than two hours ago I was squatting over my daughter’s face with my balls in her mouth while I jacked off all over her forehead. I couldn’t keep the lecherous smile from my lips.

    The girls gathered together for a water break. As much as Nicole stood out, there were several other girls on the team who possessed their own charms. I surveyed the other dads who’d managed to show up for the game. Were any of them jerking off on their daughters? Were any of these clueless dopes lucky enough to be able suck a pair of young titties, or slip their fingers into a fresh, tight cunny when they felt like it? Did any of their girls spread their legs, hold their cunts open, and beg Daddy to make love to them? Fucking chumps.

    Nicole invited Becca and Ashley to our house after the game. Her two friends piled into the back seat, and Nicole sat up front with me. The car instantly reeked of girl sweat and sweet body spray. It was a provocative combination. And, as if that wasn’t enough to get my thoughts going in several improper directions, there was my naughty daughter getting up to her tricks.

    She was half twisted around in her seat so she could talk to her friends in the back. It only took me a minute to notice that she was also purposely pulling her shorts up tight against her crotch. Becca and Ashley weren’t able to see from their angle, but Nicole’s prominent camel toe was more than obvious to me. She gave me a saucy wink when she noticed me looking. She continued to tease me the entire ride home.

    Without her friends being any the wiser, she rubbed her pussy through her shorts several times. Once, she pointed at something out the back window. When the girls turned to look, she pulled the crotch of her shorts and panties aside and flashed me her naked pussy. In the two seconds she was exposed, I was able to see how juicy she was. Just before we reached the house, she slipped her hand down the front of her shorts and came up with a wet middle finger. She popped it into her mouth and sucked it, complaining that she had gotten a splinter from the old bench at the soccer field. Ashley leaned forward and offered to get it out, taking Nicole’s hand. She inspected it closely, but was unable to find the offending splinter. The girl had no idea that her friend’s finger had been buried in her pussy only seconds earlier.

    I had to wait in the car while the girls gathered up their gear and headed inside. Nicole lagged behind, came around to my window, reached in, and grabbed my cock through my pants.

    “God, Dad, I can’t believe you would get a big hard-on like this in front of my friends. You’re so embarrassing.” She leaned in and kissed me with plenty of tongue. “I know you want to fuck their hot little pussies, but you don’t have to be such a pervert about it.” She smacked my cheek playfully and flounced inside to join the other girls. I sat parked in the garage, torn between beating off right there or saving my energy and taking it out on her tonight when we were in bed together. A few moments later I was quickly trying to clean my cum off the steering wheel before one of the girls caught me.

    My work had noticeably suffered over the past weeks with all the distractions at home. I made a commitment to get my head back in the game. The last thing I needed was to lose my job and introduce one more disruption into my life. I was determined to buckle down and focus on work.

    I sat in the executive committee meeting and listened intently to the C.F.O. flog through a jungle of cryptic metrics. I was taking cogent notes, asking pertinent questions, and maneuvering certain conversations in a direction that would most benefit my department. I was firing on all cylinders. Or at least I was, until my pocket started to vibrate.

    My phone was set to only alert me if the call was from Nicole, and I knew if she was calling me during school hours that it was something important. I fished my phone out, concerned that she’d had an accident or was sick. As I typed in my passcode I worried that maybe someone had found out about us and she was calling to warn me. I held the phone below the edge of the conference table and saw that she’d sent me a text. I opened it and almost choked.

    An image of my daughter’s tits filled the screen of my smartphone. I quickly turned it face down and checked to be sure no one sitting nearby saw anything. They were all staring at the pie chart Harold was droning on about. I checked again and saw that she was apparently in a bathroom stall with her shirt pulled up. The horny little slut. I swiped and there was another pic.

    In this one she was standing in the open doorway of the stall and she’d taken a picture of her reflection in one of the mirrors over a bank of sinks. It was a little blurry, but I could see that she was wearing her navy blue skirt. She was flashing her tits and it looked like her white panties were pulled down and stretched between her knees. She was taking a big risk. What if someone walked in while she was doing that?

    Swipe. She was holding her skirt up, confirming that her panties were indeed pulled down. I could make out her small patch of pubic hair and the hint of her slit at that distance. Despite my commitment, I couldn’t bring myself to put my phone away and pay attention to what Harold was saying. My cock was growing hard as I sat there surrounded by the top brass of the company, but I had to see the next picture. Swipe.

    “Mike, are you okay?” Karen, the woman sitting next to me, asked.

    I realized too late that I had unintentionally made a small sound when Nicole’s last picture appeared.

    “Yes, sorry. Throat feels a little funny, that’s all.” I took a swig of cold coffee from my cup and forced myself to wait a few minutes before glancing at my phone again.

    It was a close-up. Nicole was holding her outer lips apart with two fingers. I could see the pink tip of her clit, the curvy lines of her thin inner lips, and the modest opening of her vagina. The whole of her shimmered with fresh wetness, and I knew beyond a certainty that seconds after she sent the message she had surely masturbated herself to orgasm in that filthy girls’ room stall.

    The next swipe brought me to her text message: Looking forward to date night. Love you!

    “Date Night” was a tradition we’d unintentionally established years ago. Every other week, usually on a Tuesday night for no particular reason, we would go out to a restaurant for dinner and do something fun. It was usually bowling or mini-golf when she was younger, but lately it was mostly movies or shopping. The idea that we were out on a “date” had always been nothing more than an innocent joke between the two of us, but I realized that it would take on a new meaning now that the two of us were sexually involved to the degree that we were.

    I swiped back and took one more quick look at my daughter’s scrumptious pussy, and then tucked my phone away. My concentration was gone. I glanced at the clock every couple minutes, willing time to race ahead to the end of this interminable meeting. My mind was preoccupied with the images of my horny daughter playing with herself at school. This led to flashes of the things I’d seen her doing over the past week.

    She was lying in the tub with her legs straight up along the wall as warm water from the bath faucet buffeted her pussy. She was standing naked on my bed, fingering her cunny while she watched herself in the mirror mounted on my dresser. She was kneeling in the kitchen, masturbating intensely as she sucked the wet dildo that had just been inside her. I had no idea how I was going to get from the meeting to the men’s room without anyone seeing the massive hard-on that was raging in my pants.

    By strategically holding my notepad over my crotch, I made it safely to the men’s room. I hurried into a stall and pulled my cock out. I fumbled with my phone and took a quick dick pic. I then brought up my daughter’s recent message and flipped through the images as I jacked my cock like a teenager drunk on getting his first sext message from a girl. It was only a matter of seconds before I was spewing cum down over my fist. I took the “after” picture to go along with the “before” pic, and began composing a message to Nicole.

    As I did it, I was fully aware how stupid I was being. This was how people got into trouble. I was constantly amazed by the monumental stupidity of those who were engaged in illicit relationships and willfully created the evidence that would ultimately convict them of their crimes. It was with this in mind that I typed: Can’t wait to see you tonight and find out what cums of it. Attach. Send.

    It was lame, I know, but my brain wasn’t really operating at full capacity just then. As I cleaned myself up using wads of cheap toilet tissue, I instantly began to regret sending the dick pics to my daughter. All it would take would be for a friend to spot them, or for a teacher to confiscate her phone because she was using it in class and find the incriminating message. I was an idiot. As I tucked my spent cock back into my pants and squared myself away, I decided that I had no right to judge those who had been convicted by their own foolishness; I was now potentially one of them. Fuck it. There was nothing I could do about it now.

    Back at my desk, I tried to put it all out of my mind and get back to work. Unfortunately, I found myself pulling out my phone every ten or fifteen minutes to look at my naked daughter. I couldn’t make sense of this urge. I’d seen her naked in the flesh pretty much every day for the past couple weeks, but somehow the pictures held an allure that was altogether unique. I imagined her sitting in class, maybe thinking about my cock, and getting so wet and horny that she couldn’t take it. She just had to go to the girls’ room and play with herself. Not only that, but she felt compelled to share it with me despite the risk. I could picture her sitting on that filthy school toilet, her fingers buried to the last knuckle in her pussy, as she thought about how she’d given her daddy an incest-fueled hard-on at work.

    I spent the rest of the day with my cock at some stage of hardness. What was that they said about an erection lasting longer than four hours? Maybe I wouldn’t have to get any of those little blue pills after all. My horny daughter appeared to be all the medicine this old man needed.

    Despite the annoyance of rush-hour traffic, my dick only became harder the closer I got to home. I couldn’t remember desperately longing to be with someone this much before. I’ve always loved Nicole, and had a certain appreciation for the time I spent with her, but this was something entirely new. I physically ached for her. Just to be near her, to see her, to touch her, to feel her against me. It wasn’t like any romantic love I’d ever felt for another woman, but it was a love that was bigger than anything I could possibly have with someone else. Nicole was a part of me in a way that no other woman would ever be.

    I came into the house from the garage to the faint scents of hairspray and perfume. She was already getting prepared for our “date night.” As I headed down the hallway, Nicole stepped out of the bathroom and I suddenly lost the ability to breathe.

    She stood tall in nothing but a matching set of black lace panties and bra. Her hair was done up, and her head was tilted to one side as she fussed with a troublesome ear ring. Her freshly washed skin glowed with a delicately lotioned sheen. My eyes tried to take in her bare arms, her naked tummy, and her shapely thighs all at once. Then I realized she was wearing one other item: a pair of elegant black high-heels that showed off most of her graceful feet and accented her delicate ankle with a perfectly placed thin black strap. To make this vision even more erotic, I could just barely make out the pink shadows of her nipples beneath the dark lace of her bra. My baby didn’t just look like a porn star, she looked like a porn goddess!

    “Hi, Daddy,” she greeted me with a knowingly flirtatious smile. “Is that for me?” She nodded down toward my crotch.

    I looked down at the ridiculously obvious bulge in my pants. “For you and no one else.”

    “Take it out and let me see.”

    As I unzipped my pants and threaded my hard-on through the flap of my boxers I noticed my hands were trembling. I was like a schoolboy in the presence a naked lady for the very first time. I wanted to jerk off to her right there in the middle of the hallway

    Nicole finally got her ear ring to cooperate, placed her hands on her hips and eyed my erection with open admiration. “Mmm, I want to suck it so bad right now, but I just finished my makeup and I don’t want to get lip gloss all over your big, hard, beautiful cock.” She touched the corner of her mouth in a seductively suggestive way that seemed to hint that she wanted me to push her to her knees and force her to take my cock down her throat right there. Before I made up my mind to do just that, she said, “I better finish getting dressed before I end up doing something bad.”

    She turned and headed for her bedroom. Although not a thong, the black lace panties she had on didn’t hide much of that centerfold ass of hers. I stood transfixed as I gawked at the sensuous woman who had been my little girl only yesterday. It wasn’t until Nicole disappeared into her room that I regained enough of my senses to function. I quickly showered and changed into something casual but classy. As I pulled on my socks, I saw that my hands were still shaking in anticipation.

    I had a feeling this was going to be a date night unlike any other we’d ever had.

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    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 7
    by DirtyMindedMom

    The waitress cleared our dishes and threatened to return with the dessert menu. Nicole, my beautiful 17-year-old daughter, gazed across the table at me with a coy smile.

    “I don’t know what you’re thinking,” I said, “but I have a feeling it’s trouble.”

    “Oh, don’t be so suspicious all the time, Daddy. I was just thinking about what a nice time we’re having together. And about how handsome you are. And about how much I want your cock right now.”

    My heart skipped a little. Not just because I still got a huge thrill out of hearing my darling girl talking filthy, but because the woman at the table next to us clearly overheard. I gave Nicole “the look,” but that only made her smile more. I noticed her fidgeting around in her chair and was afraid to ask what she was up to.

    “Nicole? Is everything okay over there?”

    “I was just wondering, is it hot in here?” She brought her hand up from under the table and held out her fist. “Or is it just me?” She opened her hand and a lacy pair of panties dropped onto the table between us.

    My heart did a double-skip, and I snatched the crumpled underwear as fast as I could, stuffing them in my pocket. I recognized this pair as the panties she had on before we left for dinner. They were warm and moist in my hand. The little devil. I was getting a queer look from the woman next to us, but I don’t think she saw what I had hidden.

    “Are you crazy?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low.

    “Yes.” Her shoeless foot prodded my knee playfully. “I just don’t want anything in the way when we’re at the movies later.”

    This girl was going to be the death of me. The tension between the abject fear of discovery and the mounting horniness for my incorrigibly sexy daughter was spiking my blood pressure for sure.

    “Maybe we should head home and watch a movie there.”

    “Nooo,” she pouted. “This is too much fun.” Her foot moved along the inside of my thigh. Thank God we were having our “date night” at a restaurant with table cloths.

    The waitress reappeared and handed us each a small menu. “I recommend the Triple-Cocoa Rapture.” She leaned in toward Nicole and added in a half whisper, “Or, as I call it, the chocolate orgasm.” She gave me a knowing smirk with that. “I’ll be back in a minute to see what you want.” What did she think was going on here? Were we that obvious?

    “Mmm, that sounds gooood. Daddy, I want a chocolate orgasm. Please, please, please can I have a warm, gooey chocolate orgasm?”

    The woman next to us was scowling at me. I could tell she was on the verge of saying something that was unlikely to be anything but unkind. Or worse. All I could do was give her a helpless “what’re ya gonna do” shrug.

    “You keep this up, young lady, and you’re not getting anything.”

    “I don’t care. I’ll just get a treat at the movies. Maybe something good to suck on.”

    Her foot completed its inexorable journey to my crotch as she said that, causing me to jump. The woman was drawing a breath, finally pushed to the point of speaking her mind.

    “Okay, darling, joke’s over. Let’s get going.” I quickly dropped a handful of twenties on the table, not caring that I was probably leaving about a 40% tip, and whisked my saucy daughter toward the exit. I don’t know what I was more worried about: people seeing the bulge in my pants caused by my hard cock, or the bulge created by my daughter’s balled up panties in my pocket.

    She couldn’t stop laughing as we strolled toward the theater. “Did you see the look on that old prude’s face? Ha ha!”

    “Yeah, well, that old prude is probably calling the cops on me right now.”

    “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, you silly poop. We’re just having a little fun.” She hooked her arm through mine and pressed her body against me as we walked. It was nice.

    “It won’t seem like fun when we’re at the hospital dealing with my heart attack.”

    “Is your cock still hard?”

    “A little.”

    “Good.” She bumped me playfully with her hip. “My pussy is so freakin’ wet right now. You’ll see for yourself once the movie starts.”

    I wasn’t about to admit to her that despite my terror at being discovered as the daughter-molesting pervert that I was, I couldn’t buy the tickets and get to our seats fast enough.

    True to her word, as soon as the lights went down she took my hand and guided it up under her light, loose-fitting skirt. My fingertips quickly found their way into her soft crease, and she was indeed as wet as she’d promised. Luckily it was a Tuesday night so there were only about a half a dozen other people in the theater with us, and Nicole had made sure we were sitting in the back row.

    She spread her legs as wide as the seat would allow and closed her eyes while I fingered her in public for the first time. She was loving every second of it.

    “Feel how hard my clit is, Daddy,” she whispered.

    I was sure everyone in the place, including the guy running the projector, heard that. No one looked back at us, so I wiggled my finger up to her stiff little nubbin. She barely suppressed a giggle as I teased her excited clitty. Her hand made its way into my lap and she began stroking me over my pants. I hadn’t messed around in a movie theater like this since I was a kid. It was so much better now than it ever had been back then when I was too young and clueless to know what I was doing.

    Nicole leaned into me, whispering in my ear, “I want you inside of me, Daddy. Fuck me with your fingers.” She bit my earlobe lightly before sitting back to await her pleasure.

    The previews weren’t even over yet and I was about ready to cum in my pants. I gave my sweet girl what she wanted and slipped my middle finger into her increasingly juicy hole. She drew in a sharp breath and gripped my cock tighter. I knew my baby wouldn’t be happy with just one finger, so I added a second. She was only barely able to stifle a moan.

    “Go ahead, Daddy,” she whispered, “make me cum.”

    I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her, careful not to make too much noise doing it. My thumb sought out her clit and I worked both of her happy places simultaneously. She bit her lip and began grinding her hips in concert with my subtle manipulations of her most private parts. If you told me a month ago that I’d be finger fucking my daughter in a movie theater while she held onto my cock during one of our date nights I’d have punched you in the mouth. Funny how life can still surprise you now and again.

    “That’s it, Daddy, play with my cunt.”

    “Shhhh,” I urged her quietly. I was worried that she was becoming lost in the ecstasy and forgetting where we were. “You don’t have to say anything, just relax and enjoy it.”

    “Ohh, but you make my cunt feel so good,” she breathed heavily.

    I was only saved by the fact that the preview that was showing at that moment featured enough explosions to camouflage my daughter’s pre-orgasmic dirty talk. I leaned over and put my mouth on hers. That should quiet her down a little. Her tongue darted into my mouth as soon as our lips touched. I’d never been much of a fan of French kissing, but with my daughter it took on a whole new dimension. I could do it with her for hours.

    Nicole grabbed her own breast and squeezed it roughly. The opening credits were rolling, and so was she. Her hips twisted and bucked as I worked my fingers in out of her pussy. Our pace naturally quickened and her tongue became more insistent in my mouth. Her moans were only just muffled with me swallowing them as they came.

    “Mm hmm, mm hmmm, mmmmmm!” From the way her cunt muscles were contracting around my two fingers it was obvious she was cumming. Her seat squeaked as she worked her way through the torture of containing her orgasm. As soon as her body calmed, she leaned down, unzipped my pants and had my cock in her mouth.

    I looked around guiltily, knowing that if anyone glanced our way they’d know exactly what was going on. I wondered if the theater had infra-red cameras watching the audience. Before my paranoia could take over, my daughter’s tongue ran up the length of my shaft and my brain went to jelly. She teased my cockhead with the tip of her tongue, then wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. Nicole deftly massaged my balls with her fingers as she nursed on my penis in her mouth. Damn, she was good at this.

    The movie had started and I didn’t even care that I had just spent twenty-five bucks for something I wasn’t even watching. Nicole worked her lips slowly up and down, taking me in as far as she could before pulling back and going down again. Her long hair hung down and tickled my wet cock flesh anywhere that it was exposed. Everything about my sweet daughter was a sexual delight, almost as if she was made for this.

    Even though she was taking it slow, it wasn’t more than two minutes before I felt that inevitable stirring at the base of my balls. The stirring became a tingle, and Nicole could sense she had me on the verge. She began bobbing her head quicker and sucking harder. Her tongue hit that spot on my shaft just below the rim of my head with each pass. Fuck, she was good!

    No matter how much I wanted it to last, seconds later I was unleashing a flood of semen into my girl’s eager mouth. In the silences between the onscreen dialogue, I could hear her swallowing me down. I wanted to jam myself deep into her throat as I fed her every drop I had to offer, but I restrained myself. It wouldn’t do to be caught choking my daughter with my cock right there in public. Instead, I clenched my jaw, held her head, and emptied the rest of my seed onto her tongue. She swallowed everything I had to give and kept sucking until she was sure there was nothing left for her.

    Nicole sat up with a self-satisfied smile on her adorable face. What a sexy little minx she was. I waited until my hard-on subsided enough for me to tuck it back into my pants. I wasn’t able to make any sense of what was happening on the giant movie screen in front of me. It didn’t help that my daughter’s skirt was still up around her hips, her smooth, taut thighs on display in the shifting light of the movie, her pussy only just hidden.

    “I can’t take this,” she whispered. I could smell the thick scent of my cum on her breath. “I want to get naked with you, Daddy.”

    “Settle down, young lady, you’ve had your fun. Just relax and watch the movie.”

    She squirmed in the seat next to me. Her hand was under her skirt.

    “I want you to put oil everywhere on me so I can rub myself all over your naked body.”

    “Nicole,” I scolded in a low voice, knowing I’d already lost the debate, “the movie.”

    “Fuck this stupid move.” She put two of her fingers to my lips.

    The unmistakable smell of her pussy was strong on them. I sucked her girlish cum juices from them and nearly lost what little control I had left.

    Nicole pulled her fingers away before I was finished with them. “I want to go home and play,” she insisted in a sultry whisper. There was no point in resisting because it was exactly what I wanted to do also.

    As soon as we merged onto the highway, Nicole tugged her dress down, unveiling her braless tits. They were two exquisite points of womanly allure in the dim light given off by the dashboard. I seemed to remember that she’d had a bra on when we left the house. I couldn’t be bothered trying to sort out when she managed to shed it. She pinched her nipples, pulling at them with unforgiving lust.

    “Hurry, Daddy, I’m so fucking horny for you.”

    I wanted to push the needle to 120 M.P.H., but the last thing I needed was to get pulled over with my half-naked daughter in the passenger seat sexually abusing herself. I attempted to steady my breathing and go as fast as I could without risking any trouble. The next thing I heard was the telltale sound of fingers plunging into a very wet female orifice. I told myself not to look, but the temptation was too powerful, and I was too weak to resist.

    Nicole was leaned back, legs spread, her middle finger inserted in her cunny hole, the rest of her fingers splayed out like a dainty fan. My eyes lingered too long on the sensual motion of her unhurried self-pleasure, and I had to jerk the wheel to get back into my own lane.

    “I never masturbated with someone else in the car before,” she purred.

    “But you have alone?”

    “All the time.” She added a second finger and probed around her inner delights. “I love playing with my pussy and making myself cum when I’m driving.” Nicole wet her fingers and rubbed one of her nipples. “One time a truck driver saw me and beeped. I came in, like, two seconds after that.”

    “I knew I shouldn’t have let you get your license.”

    “You can take it away if you want, Daddy. Then you’ll have to drive me everywhere while I relax in the passenger seat like this and tickle my taco.” She pulled her fingers out and licked them luxuriously.

    That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I flicked on the right turn signal, drifted to a stop in the breakdown lane, and put my hazard lights on.

    “Daddy, what are we doing?”

    “I’m doing something I’ve been wanting to do for too long now.”

    I turned Nicole in her seat, lifted one of her legs, and leaned in quick. I went straight for her pussy without any preamble. When I pressed my lips against her cunt and started sucking, my daughter let out a shrill cry of joy.

    “Oh, fuck, Daddy! Yes!” She shifted and pushed her crotch up where it was easier for me to get at. “I’ve been wanting this so bad, too!” My daughter grabbed two handfuls of my hair and held me tight against her. “Eat me, Daddy. Eat my fucking pussy!”

    I had lost it. I was going crazy between her legs, like a voracious animal. I licked and sucked wildly, my head moving in broad circles the whole time. I wanted to taste her, feel her, swallow every ounce of her all at once. I grabbed her thigh a bit too roughly, and assaulted her clit with my tongue and lips.

    “Oh God, you’re sucking me so hard right now! I love it! Don’t stop, Daddy! Suck my cunt!”

    Her words were barely registering with me. I was in some kind of parallel dimension where all my fondest wishes were coming true. Not only was I finally tasting my girl’s pussy juices directly from the source for the very first time, but she was also loving every second of it based on the way she was enthusiastically face fucking me like she couldn’t get enough.

    “Get in there and eat it, Daddy,” she growled with a fierce passion and jammed her pussy aggressively against my face. “Eat that fucking cunt!”

    The SUV rocked as a big truck thundered past. A corner of the center console was jabbing me in the ribs. It hurt, but a couple bruises were well worth it. I’d always enjoyed giving a woman oral pleasure, but I’d never been so charged up to go down on a pussy in my life – not even the first time a girl let me do it. My daughter had no idea how much this meant to me.

    I’d learned over the past weeks that my baby girl had a sumptuously juicy pussy, but I swear she was wetter than ever. Her feminine nectar was running down my chin and trickling along my throat. Her intimate tang was unlike any woman I’d tasted before. It would have been a simple matter to identify my daughter’s cunt from a line-up just from flavor alone. How many fathers could say that?

    “Oh, suck it, Daddy! Suck it, suck it, suck it! Yeeeeees!

    One of her feet stamped against the front windshield, the other was pressed up to the roof. She was screaming as loud as she could without fear of being overheard by anyone there on the side of the highway holding her back. My girl came in my mouth, and I swear I felt an increased gush of her sex fluids. I sucked and slurped at her pussy, trying to capture every trace of her orgasm in my mouth. I gasped for air, then went back in for more.

    My nose pushed into her sparse crop of pubic hair and I flattened my tongue against her throbbing clit, shaking my head rapidly from side to side.

    “No, Daddy, please! I can’t take it! Oh, oh, oh, shit!”

    Her body jerked and she strained up against me as another orgasm ripped through her, quick on the heels of the first. I knew her clit would be hyper-sensitive to the point of pain, but I didn’t want to stop. I went lower and shoved my tongue back in her hole. I swirled around her opening, taking her in with every sense I possessed. God, my daughter’s cunt was so soft and warm and wet. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever known. Nothing else came close.

    We were rocked again by another truck zooming past. No one knew I was in my front seat eating my daughter’s pussy, but some of the passing drivers surely had recognized the sight of a woman’s legs in the air and would have easily have figured out what was happening. I had to get back on the road before some jealous busy-body called the cops.

    “Holy fuck, I think I almost passed out from cumming so hard.” Nicole ran her fingers through my hair, keeping my head between her legs. I kissed her swollen lips and the soft bulge of her mound. “That was beyond awesome.”

    “I’m sorry our first time was by the side of the road like this. Not very romantic.” I kissed her clit and made her flinch before sitting up.

    “Are you kidding? You could have done that to me in the middle of a garbage dump and it still would have been the hottest thing ever.” She got herself turned around the right way in the seat, but left her dress bunched around her middle.

    I tried to shake the cobwebs out of my brain, and accelerated up to speed before turning off the hazards and getting back into traffic. I checked the rear view mirror. No flashing blue lights…yet.

    “I shouldn’t have lost control like that,” I said, scolding myself more than making an excuse to her.

    “That’s what made it so incredible. It was like you had to have me and you couldn’t stand going another second without my pussy. Then you just…rawrrrr! And took me like that.” She raked her short fingernails up the insides of her thighs. “Look at me, I’m still shaking all over.”

    “Yeah, it got a little intense there didn’t it?”

    “Understatement of the year. I bet your cock is hard enough to drill through rocks right now.” She reached over into my lap and confirmed that this was indeed the case. “Damn.”

    “See what you do to me?”

    “I love making you hard, Daddy.” She lightly stroked me through my pants as her fingertips danced along the edges of her slit. “I’m so lucky.”

    “That makes two of us.”

    “Promise you’ll lick my pussy for me again as soon as we get home.”

    “Hmm, I don’t know. You’ve been a very naughty girl this evening, and it’s a school night.”

    “Pleeeease, Daddy,” she whined, playing the exaggerated little girl to my falsely stern father. “I’ll be good, and clean my room, and do all my homework.”

    “I’ll think about it.”

    She cupped my balls and gave them a mock threatening squeeze. “If you don’t suck my pussy when we get home, I’m going to tell on you.”

    “Don’t even joke about that,” I said with more levity than it deserved. Just hearing her tease me about that gave me a sour knot in my stomach.

    She quietly toyed with herself as light from the streetlamps illuminated her, glided across her bare flesh then melted away into shadows, only to be replaced a moment later by the next one. I wished we could have kept driving like that for hours.

    “You look handsome with my pussy juice on your face,” my daughter said to me just before we came to our exit. She caressed my lips and I kissed her fingers. “I couldn’t wish for a better dad.”

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    I sat at my desk staring off into space. My cock was hard, again.

    Barry clapped his hand on my office door, snapping me out of my funk.

    “Conference call, five minutes.”

    He sauntered off, clueless to the divinely filthy thoughts he had interrupted. Nicole’s dress was off the second we had walked through the door. She ran to the living room and threw herself into my easy chair, spreading her legs wide. I fell to my knees in front of her in a worshipful pose of lascivious intent. I took things slower, making love to my daughter’s pussy with my mouth. I kissed her clit, sucked her lips, licked her hole. She encouraged every swipe of my tongue with moans, giggles of ecstasy, and (of course) more of her endearing brand of dirty talk.

    After a minimal recovery period, she had me strip and lie on my back on the floor. Without any hint of reservation she squatted over my face and had me suck her off again from that angle. My tongue and jaw were beginning ache, but I wasn’t about to admit that, or let it stop me. After she came again, she was kind enough to give me a much needed handjob. Neither of us could believe the first spurt had actually shot over my head.

    We retired to my bed after that. It wasn’t more than a few minutes of naked cuddling and groping before she was begging for me to suck her off again. I was only too happy to accommodate my precious daughter. I focused on her clit, fluttering my tongue over it, circling it, then suckling her most delicate nub until she was close. I then slipped a finger into her almost perpetually wet pussy hole. When I eventually located her g-spot, I had her screaming in a whole new pitch.

    “What the fuck, Daddy? What was that?” she blurted out after she’d recuperated. “I mean, I knew sex was good, but I never thought it could be that good!”

    It was a perversely special feeling to be able to introduce my daughter to pleasures she hadn’t yet discovered. “It takes two to tango.”

    “No, seriously, this is insane. Steven couldn’t even figure out how to make me cum with his mouth, and then you come along and it’s, like, POW!” She simulated fireworks with her hands above us.

    “So, I guess what you’re saying is you liked it?”

    “You have no idea.” She pulled herself into my arms and kissed me long and deep. “You’ve got to be the best lover there is, Daddy.”

    “Well, maybe you should try a few others before you hand me the trophy.”

    “Why would I bother when I have you?” she hugged me tighter, her head on my chest, her naked belly pressed against my spent cock.

    I gathered my legal pad, a pen, my cup of cooling coffee and ambled toward the meeting room. I knew Nicole meant what she said in the best, most innocent way – not that anything we were doing lately could be called innocent. I didn’t say anything to her then, but that kind of talk worried me. As much as I hated to admit it, I could easily be happy spending the rest of my days with Nicole as my partner, romantic and otherwise. But that would be monumentally unfair to her. That clash between what I wanted to do and what I should do was hammering at me again. I could either be a good lover to her, or a good father. I couldn’t be both. The world was full of lovers, but she only had one father.

    I brooded over this for the rest of the day, and during the entire rush-hour commute. But, as soon as I got home, every dark thought and guilty pang evaporated like so much mist in the wind. I passed the living room on my way to the kitchen and was stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw.

    My daughter was naked, her back toward me, and she was straddling a giant stuffed giraffe. She was humping away on it like a horny cowgirl of the Serengeti. Nicole gave me a look over her shoulder and shot me a wicked smiled.

    “Look who I found hiding in the attic!” She didn’t stop humping as she spoke. “I forgot how good this feels.” The giraffe’s four legs were spread in four different direction with its underside crushed against the floor, but he still had the same goofy look on his face that he always did.

    “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to make me jealous?”

    “Is it working?” she giggled, hugging Jeffy’s long neck to her chest. “At least someone around here wants to fuck me.”

    “Let’s not go there, young lady.”

    “C’mon, Daddy, get your cock out and masturbate with me.”

    There was no point in resisting, even if I had wanted to. As I dropped my pants I couldn’t help but notice the sinewy smooth motions of her body as she worked her pussy over that stuffed animal. I could easily imagine myself under her like that. Damn, my girl looked like she really knew how to fuck.

    “I want you to watch me from behind while you jerk off, okay?”

    “Fine by me, little girl.” I stood behind her far enough away so I could take in the full view of her body undulating in that sensual rhythm of hers.

    She was humping like a champ. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her back in the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the curtains. Her athletic rear end shifted forward and back, the muscles flexing enticingly with the effort. The dimples just above her butt cheeks faded and reappeared with each salacious thrust of her hips. Her lilting moans made the back of my neck tingle as the little hairs there stood up on end. My daughter had become the embodiment of pure sexuality. Or, in our case, impure sexuality.

    “I should do it like this more often,” Nicole laughed as he bore down harder. “I already came once before you got home, and now I’m close again.”

    “I’m right there with you, sweetheart.”

    “Oh, yeah? You like this, Daddy? You like jerking off to your baby girl’s ass?”

    God, she was getting good at this.

    “I’ll show you how much I like it in a few seconds.”

    “Mmm, are you going to make that big cock cum for your little slut girl?”

    “You know I am.” My hand was working steadily up and down my hard shaft. Not too fast, not too slow. I never imagined the best sex of my life would turn out to be jerking off.

    Nicole kept turning her head to check out my cock and how I was doing as she rode her favorite adolescent fuck buddy. I tried not to imagine how sexy she must have looked doing this when she was just thirteen, but my perverted mind didn’t seem to have the same boundaries it used to. I guess that’s just another casualty of getting sexually involved with your own daughter. Lines get blurred, and what seemed unthinkable is suddenly an acceptable option. Damn, she must have looked cute rubbing her bald cunny and hoping no one would discover her dirty secret.

    “Almost there,” she warned me between moans. “Are you looking at my ass, Daddy?”

    “Straight at it, princess.”

    “Can you see everything?” She leaned forward a little more. “Can you see my asshole, Daddy?”

    With each back thrust, her supple cheeks parted enough for me to get a flash of her pink pucker. It looked so clean, and soft, and inviting. A forbidden entryway into pleasures I hadn’t even dared dream about. My heart was in my throat, not knowing where this was coming from all of the sudden.

    “Oh, yes, I can see it all right.”

    “Yeah? Does that turn you on?”

    “More than you know.”

    “Good.” She was still grinding her pussy intently, but she was making an obvious effort to expose her anus to me as she did it. I wasn’t about to complain by any means. “I want you to see it. And I want you to cum on it. Will you do that? Will you cum on my asshole for me, Daddy?”

    As if her words weren’t motivation enough, she grabbed both her butt cheeks and spread them. Her dainty asshole was on full display, and it was just as sexy as the rest of her.

    “You’re serious, aren’t you?” I couldn’t help but smile at the desperate tone in her voice, as if she feared there was the least chance I might deny her what she wanted.

    “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I want you right up close behind me, and I want to feel your warm cum shooting all over my dirty, nasty asshole. Please, Daddy!”

    “Who am I to say no?”

    “Hurry, I’m almost there…”

    I moved in behind her, trying not to trip over Jeffy’s outstretched hind legs and squatted down enough to be sure I wouldn’t miss the tantalizing moving target.

    “Oh God, do it, Daddy. Right on my asshole!”

    It was good that it only took fifteen seconds for me to get there because that’s about when I began to feel the burning in my thigh muscles start. I was going to have to start working out if I was going to keep up with my sex fiend of a daughter.

    I angled my cock down, and sent a spurt onto her ass. With a slight adjustment the next one hit her square in her bottom hole. This brought out a laughing cry of delight from her.

    “More, more! Cum on my asshole, Daddy!”

    I kept jerking, moving even closer so I got the rest of my load where she wanted instead of spilling it all down on her stuffed friend beneath her. I deposited several more healthy shots of jizz right where she wanted them and watched my spunk begin to ooze toward her pussy.

    “Shit! That’s so good! So fucking good.”

    Without thinking, I leaned just a little further and pressed the head of my cock to her gooey asshole. I had no intention of trying to enter her, though I half suspected I could have if I tried. Instead, I rubbed my dick around her anus, spreading my cum in a wider circle and smearing it up along her ass crack. This sparked an instant reaction.

    “Aaaaiii!” she screamed in a fit of delirious bliss. “Yes, yes, oh fuck me, yes!”

    Her back hunched and her legs clamped tight around her giant giraffe lover. Her toes curled and her fingers clawed the toy’s elongated neck. Her breathing stopped for a few moments as her orgasm suddenly took precedence over every other function in her body. I kept rubbing around her sensitive rear entry, doing all I could not to take it that one step too far.

    “Fuuuuuuuck,” she finally bellowed out and immediately sucked in a huge breath. “Fuck, Daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She slumped forward, every muscle going loose all at once. “That felt so crazy hella good I can’t even see straight right now.”

    I sat back on my haunches and feasted on the sight of my post-orgasmic daughter. She reached around and ran her finger around the area I’d just been teasing.

    “That was your cock, right? You were rubbing my asshole with your cock after you came on it?”

    “Yes, I guess that was what happened. It’s all a bit hazy now.”

    “Daddy, that felt a-maz-ing.” Her index finger circled her cum-drenched opening, but she never went so far as to slip it in. “We’re doing that every day from now on.” She gave herself a spank, then pushed herself back upright. “Sorry you had to see that, Jeffy. Mwah.” Nicole gave her over-sized sex toy a smooch by way of an apology. “He gets very jealous sometimes, so you better watch out, Daddy.”

    “I’ll sleep with one eye open.”

    “Ha, my ass feels all squishy.” She wiggled around, enjoying the sensation of my cock cream squelching around between the firm globes of her delectable ass cheeks. “I love it.” She got up, fetched her panties from the sofa and put them on without even bothering to clean my mess off of her.

    “I have raised a dirty, dirty girl,” I lamented as I gathered up my underwear and pants.

    “Yes you have.” She went on tip-toes and kissed me quickly before sauntering off toward her bedroom. “Let’s order pizza tonight,” she called as she disappeared down the hallway.

    I shook my head, and wondered how boring my life must have been before all this started. The stuffed giraffe was lying in a heap in front of me, its head twisted around awkwardly.

    “What do you have to say for yourself, Jeffy?” One shiny plastic eye gazed at me accusingly. “Yeah, well, if I’m going down, I’m taking you down with me, partner.”

    I went to my room to clean up and change. I could only speculate as to what creative new sexual activities my perverted young girl would come up with for us to try next. Apparently taking intercourse off the table had really sparked her erotic inventiveness.

    One thing I was pretty sure of was that over the next 24 hours I’d be getting to know my daughter’s pretty little asshole more intimately than I ever thought I would.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    Later that same night I was in bed reading. Nicole came in fresh from the shower toweling her wet hair. She hadn’t bothered with the pretense of a robe or pajamas and stood naked in the dim light of my reading lamp looking like a young Aphrodite in heat.

    “You haven’t licked my pussy at all yet today,” she complained and dropped the wet towel on the floor.

    “I don’t know what you expect me to do about that,” I responded, setting my reading glasses aside in anticipation of what was coming.

    Nicole stepped up onto my bed and stood looking down at me with her hands on her hips in a pose of discontented disappointment with me.

    “I expect you to eat me and make me cum.” She leaned down and yanked the covers off of me, exposing my nakedness and semi-hard cock. She eyed me hungrily for a moment, her hand drifting automatically to her clit. She fingered herself lightly as she watched me stiffen. “Scoot down.”

    She commanded and I obeyed. Once I’d moved down so my head was flat on the mattress, she stepped so that she had one foot on either side of my legs. She then walked deliberately toward the top of the bed until she was standing over my head. I looked up into paradise.

    “You want to taste this, Daddy?” She spread her pussy lips to make sure there was no mistaking what she was referring to. “You want to lick my pussy?” Her finger teased her wet hole.

    “Mmm, yes, please.”

    “You like sucking your daughter’s cunt, don’t you?”

    “Mm hmm,” I nodded as my hands traveled up over her strong calves to her firm thighs.

    “Are you going to kiss my stiff little clitty?” She pulled her pink flesh back to expose her hard nub.

    “Yes.” My hands reached her ass.

    “And suck my pretty lips?”

    “Definitely.”

    “And shove your tongue as far into my tight pussy hole as you can?”

    “I am going to tongue fuck you until you cum all over my face, little girl.”

    That got a huge smile out of her. “Then what are we waiting for?”

    Nicole squatted down and her pussy was suddenly hovering just inches above my face. I could smell the floral scent of her body wash mixed with the natural odor of her arousal. I was amazed by how something so pure and clean could at the same time be so fucking nasty. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down the last few inches and assaulted her with my mouth.

    I did exactly what she’d asked for. Kissed her clit, sucked her lips, tongued her hole, then did it all again in reverse order. She stayed balanced over me without any problem, rocking slightly as I took an oral tour of her pussy. Nicole was moaning and making noises from the moment my lips touched her. There was nothing like the feeling I got from giving my girl so much pleasure. Even if she never touched my cock again, just being able to do this for her was all I’d need to be satisfied.

    “Oh, Daddy, fuck me with your tongue. Oh, yeah, just like that. Stick it up in there. Oh, God, yes.” It appeared she was enjoying this position as much as I was.

    It would have been nice to have been able to jack my cock while I was sucking her off, but both my hands were cupping her ass to help keep her steady. It was a fair trade off.

    “Do my clit, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. Yeah, suck it. Suck my cunt, Daddy!”

    Moments later she was cumming. It had taken her less than two minutes from start to finish. She must have been super horny before she even sat on my face.

    “Mmm, that’s the best.” My daughter gingerly circled her pussy around my outstretched tongue, being careful not to let me touch her electrified clit. “Your tongue feels so good down there.”

    I let her stimulate herself as she pleased. She moved so the tip of my tongue played around the wetness of her opening. After a few rotations she shifted slightly so that my tongue was brushing against the area just south of her pussy. I suspected I knew where this was going, but I waited to make sure my suspicions were correct.

    Without saying a word, she shifted again and brought her asshole in contact with my tongue. Bingo! I stuck it out further and wiggled it against her freshly showered rear pucker.

    “Uuunnnnhhh,” she groaned as soon as she was sure I wasn’t going to pull away in disgust. “I like that,” she whispered to herself. “Oh, I like that a lot.”

    I began eating my baby girl’s ass in earnest. Kissing, licking, and sucking her anus with ardent desire. I never would have dared ask her to let me do this, so I was ecstatic that she had introduced this perversion on her own. After rubbing my cockhead on her sexy butt hole this afternoon, I couldn’t get the idea of doing this out of my mind.

    “Holy shit, Daddy, you’re really doing it,” she gasped happily. “You’re eating out my ass.” She pressed herself down more, making it almost impossible for me to breathe with her pussy mashed up against my nose. “Your tongue is actually in my asshole right now. That is so fucking hot, Daddy!”

    I couldn’t agree with her more. I went at her backside for as long as I could before I had to push her up a bit and get some air. I then pulled her right back down and smothered myself in my daughter’s dripping cunt and heavenly ass. If I had to die, this was how I wanted to go out.

    “Keep doing it like that,” she begged. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel her working her clit. “Fuck me with your tongue, Daddy. Yeah, tongue fuck my asshole!”

    She remained squatting over me, riding my face for all she was worth, while fingering herself at the same time. I had to take one more quick oxygen break before her increasing cries announced her orgasm was near. Nicole forced her asshole tighter against my mouth and screamed her way through what sounded like a fantastic cum. There was nothing better than knowing I was the one who made her squeal like that.

    I was feeling dizzy by the time she dismounted and lay still while I recovered by taking slow, controlled breaths like a diver returning from depth. Nicole didn’t waste any time recuperating and was already messing around with my hard-on.

    “Want me to suck your cock, Daddy?”

    “There’s a silly question.”

    She licked and sucked my shaft before teasing the head with her tongue and lips. “And should I suck your balls for you, too?”

    “You most certainly should, young lady.”

    With a soft giggle she fulfilled the promise, massaging my scrotum with her tongue before taking each of my balls in her mouth and gently sucking them with just the right amount of pressure.

    “You want to cum in my mouth, Daddy?”

    “You know I do.”

    “You like watching me eat your cum, don’t you?” There was no denying it. “I bet I’m the only girl at school who gets to suck her daddy’s cock and swallow his cum.” She took me as deep as she could, which was about halfway. “I’m so lucky.”

    “You and me both, kiddo.”

    The naughty chit-chat subsided as she got down to work. Her head bobbed up and down on my erection. I watched my cock repeatedly disappear into my beautiful daughter’s delicate mouth. I pushed her long hair aside so I could get a better view. The sight of her taking my cock was more erotic than any porno I’d ever seen. And the little noises she made it even better. The quick breaths through her nose, the staccato hum of delicious satisfaction, and the occasional gurgle when she tried to take too much of me. I’d always been a fan to blowjobs, but none were ever half as good as hers were.

    As I got close I had to resist the urge to hump my daughter’s face. I let her work me with her mouth until that tingle erupted into a full-blown orgasm. I tensed and spewed my filthy seed into my baby’s mouth. Her humming “mmm” noises intensified as she struggled to swallow my cum as fast as I was pumping it out. She did her best, but a trail of semen leaked from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin in the most alluring way. She kept sucking after I had given everything I was going to. It was like she didn’t want to miss out on a single drop of her father’s sperm. When she was sure there wasn’t anything left, she sat up with a proud smile on her adorable face.

    “Ahhh, yummy!” She fell on me and gave me a hug. “I’m totally addicted to your cum, you know. If I don’t get some every day, I’ll probably die.”

    “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

    “Mmm, there’s nothing in the world like it.” She smacked her lips. “The funny thing is that it doesn’t really taste good, but I love it. But only yours, though.” Her tongue found the dribble at the side of her mouth and she licked it away. “I couldn’t stand the other guys I tried, and I never even wanted to swallow their stuff. I’m glad it’s different with you, Daddy. It’s fun to see how excited you get when you cum in my mouth and I gobble it all down.”

    “I’ve created a monster,” I murmured, feeling peacefully adrift with her naked body atop me.

    “A sex monster!” She tickled me in my most vulnerable spots, making me laugh like a fool while attempting to defend myself from her cruel onslaught. “I know you want to fall asleep on me, but I’m still horny.”

    “When are you ever not horny?”

    “For about five minutes on Monday mornings, but that’s it,” she quipped as she got up on all fours facing away from me.

    The vista she presented was breathtaking. The smooth, round cheeks of her ass sat firmly above her little garden of carnal delights. Her asshole was unabashedly on show, and was still wet from my earlier attentions. Her pussy lips were puffy with arousal and tinted a tempting shade of crimson after all the rough handling they’d already enjoyed that night. With two slender fingers, she parted her outer lips. Her inner pinkness was revealed to me and it was as awe inspiring as the first time I saw her in this way. My daughter’s pussy. I doubt I’ll ever get over seeing it like that. It was coated with her own natural lubricant, and gleamed in the soft light. Her thin inner lips drew the eye from the small knot of her clit, along the length of her feminine crease, to the glorious hole that promised an assortment of forbidden pleasures.

    One of her fingers found its way into this lovely opening, and I watched with an ache in my chest as my girl casually finger fucked herself in front of me. She drew her finger out and smeared a liberal helping of her juices around her pretty pucker before returning to her pussy.

    “Touch it, Daddy,” she pleaded quietly. “Touch my asshole for me.”

    I did as asked and reached out for her. I circled my fingertip around her anus and was amused by the goosebumps this raised on her skin. She pushed back suggestively against my touch. I centered my finger over her tight hole and wiggled it against that spot.

    “Yes, Daddy, do it. Put it in.” She relaxed herself back there noticeably. “Fuck my asshole with your finger.”

    It took only a small amount of pressure for my finger to enter her. She moaned with great appreciation. The ring of muscles went tight, but in the next moment she let them go lax. With the slippery layer of pussy juice aiding me, I was able to easily slide my finger into my baby’s asshole. As I did so, she continued to rub her pussy.

    “Oh, shit, that’s feels weird. But good weird. More.”

    I gently acceded to her wishes and pushed my finger in further. I knew I should be feeling more guilt about doing what I was doing to my daughter, but after having had my fingers in her pussy as much as I had over the past weeks this didn’t seem so much different.

    “How’s that, honey?”

    “It’s fucking awesome, Daddy.”

    “You like getting your asshole fingered?”

    “Soooo much,” she moaned.

    “You going to make that hot little cunt cum while Daddy plays with your ass?”

    “Yes…Oh, fuck, yes!”

    I began slowly fucking her butt hole and her own fingering increased at the same time.

    “Uh huh. Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. Fuck my dirty little asshole!”

    “What a naughty girl you are,” I said, half in wonder at how damn fortunate I was.

    “Mmm, you have no idea, Daddy…”

    I might have pressed her about that last comment if she did begin showing the telltale signs of another orgasm. The squelchy sounds of her pussy got louder, her moans got louder, the creaking of the bed got louder. Nicole’s anus clamped around my invading finger as she began to cum. Her spine rolled like a lashing whip, her hair flying with each thrash of her head. I’d have a sore neck for a week if I ever came as hard as that. Her guttural screams eventually petered out and she relaxed enough to allow me to withdraw my finger from her asshole. It was just as cute after I’d violated it as it had been before.

    She barely had enough strength to turn herself around and collapse against me.

    “I take it you enjoyed yourself?”

    “Oh my God. I think my teeth are literally buzzing from cumming so hard.”

    “And how long have you had this anal fetish of yours?” I reached over the clicked off the lamp.

    “Since Tuesday. And don’t say anal! Gross. Say ass.” She groped around blindly until she found my balls and cradled them in the palm of her hand. “Becca told me about how some guy licked her ass last weekend and she said I had to try it.”

    “Some guy?”

    “Her fuck buddy.” Nicole kissed my chest, and gave my balls a loving squeeze. “You know what that is, don’t you?”

    “Yes, I know what a fuck buddy is. I’m not that clueless…yet.”

    “I guess when you think about it, we’re fuck buddies, aren’t we?”

    “In a manner of speaking, I suppose we are.” I stroked her bare back, tracing the lines of her supple muscles by touch.

    “Except that we don’t fuck.”

    “No, we don’t.”

    She was quiet for a short time, but I knew she wasn’t going to sleep. Her fingers crept up the mostly flaccid length of my shaft and toyed with my cockhead, running her fingertip around my cum-moistened piss hole.

    “I never thought it would be something I’d do, but now I think it might be fun to get fucked in the ass. For real, I mean, not just a finger.” She cuddled closer. “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass, Daddy?”

    “Can’t say that I have.”

    “Interesting,” she said, contemplating the implications of this. “You know, Daddy, you can fuck me in the ass if you want.”

    I had a feeling this was where the conversation was going, but hearing her actually say it did something to me. That longing ache was in my chest again, and my cock began to stiffen once more.

    “I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

    “No, listen, I know you keep saying that you don’t want to have real sex with me and everything, but doing it in the ass wouldn’t count, right?”

    “It counts.”

    “Why?” She wrapped her hand around my hard-on and began tugging it out of habit.

    “It just does. I told you that it would be a very bad idea for us to fuck.”

    “That’s silly. You fuck my mouth, so why can’t you fuck my ass? It’s practically the same thing.”

    “Don’t ask me why, but there’s a big difference, that’s all.” I didn’t dare admit that she was making a perfectly valid argument. She had me questioning my own convictions. As she stroked my cock, her naked body pressed to mine, it was difficult to remember why exactly I had drawn the line where I had. “You’re trying to drag me down the slippery slope with you.”

    “Mmm, you know what else is slippery right now?” She pushed her crotch against my thigh to make sure I didn’t miss the innuendo.

    “You tricked me into letting you blow me, and now you’re using that to lure me into your ass. If I give in and we start having anal sex,” my emphasis of the word anal made her squirm, “then you’re going use that against me to argue that we should have regular sex.”

    “We should have regular sex.” She slid up and kissed me on the lips, teasing me with her tongue. “You know I want to fuck you, Daddy. I’d let you put your cock in my pussy right now if you wanted.” She moved on top of me, placing her cunt dangerously close to my hard cock. “It’s not like I’m a virgin, and you’re not going to get me pregnant. You want it, don’t you? You want to fuck your horny girl’s pussy so bad.”

    “You know I do, but –” I wasn’t able to say any more with her tongue in my mouth. She writhed on top of me and I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against her pussy lips. It would take only the smallest of movements to be inside her.

    “You can fuck my mouth.” She lifted up enough to feed one of her soft nipples into my mouth. “You can fuck my asshole if you want.” She turned her shoulders and offered me her other nipple. “And you can definitely fuck my tight…wet…horny…cunt.”

    She had pushed me to the limit. I grabbed her and rolled us both to the center of the bed so that I was on top of her. She let out a yelp of surprise, and I couldn’t help noticing the note of total surrender in her cry. My mind was in such a rage of animal lust that I didn’t even notice how small and vulnerable she felt beneath me. All I cared about was taking what I wanted.

    I pinned Nicole’s legs back, folding her over on herself. She didn’t utter any complaints. I couldn’t see her in the dark, but I knew in that position that both her holes would be open and accessible to me. I could jam my cock straight into her ass. It would hurt more than she realized, but she’d take every inch of me and love every painful second of it. Or, I could just give in and plunge my rock-hard prick deep into that spectacular teen cunt of hers.

    But something still held me back. Every primal instinct in my body was driving me to fuck her, and fuck her hard, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to answer that call. I gave my hips a quick thrust and my cock plowed along the furrow of her pussy. A shiver ran through me and I gritted my teeth against the temptation. Nicole moaned below me as I pressed her into the mattress. I pulled back and thrust again, harder this time. Her lips hugged my shaft and the end of my push left my balls mashed against her sopping wet hole.

    “Oh, Daddy…”

    Before she could say anything more I began humping her crotch with ferocious energy. I’d hate myself for this later, but if I didn’t do it I’d end up doing something worse. Her small body bounced under me with each vicious thrust. Her cunt was so wet that we were both soaked in a matter of seconds. There was barely any friction between my cock and her pussy. Just the gliding sensation of slick flesh on flesh. Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, urging me on. The sounds she was making we nothing more than unarticulated grunts of passion.

    No matter how good it felt, what I was doing was plain stupid. All it would take is one slight slip and I’d be balls deep inside her before I realized what was happening. There was no way I could stop even if I wanted to. I pumped my cock between her legs, feeling the muscles in my back and thighs begin burning. I didn’t care. I was so close to fucking her. It was enough to be on top of her like that, pounding against her, almost knowing what it would be like to possess every part of her.

    “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it hard!”

    She wanted me inside her in the worst way. It tore me up not to give my baby girl what she wanted, but I couldn’t do it. I’d lost sight of why in that moment, but I held onto the idea that I had to resist for her sake.

    “I’m fucking you, baby. You feel Daddy’s cock on your pussy? Feel me against your clit?”

    “Yes! Oh God, yes! You’re so fucking me so hard!”

    She might have said more, but I was propelled outside of my own understanding as I got closer to the ultimate objective. I roared with animal lust as my balls clenched and every aspect of my being became solely focused on my cock. I pushed hard against my daughter’s battered cunt and let loose with a spray of semen that showered her face and tits with warm cum. It was only then that I recognized her screams as those of a woman climaxing. I continued humping at her pussy, hitting her clit as forcefully as I could with each thrust until I was sure she’d reached the pinnacle of her orgasm and wouldn’t be able to handle one more second of direct contact. I stopped moving, but kept my cock pressed tight against her palpitating cunt.

    Nicole sucked in gulps of air as best as she could between residual groans. Her body continued to spasm at intervals for the next minute. I held myself atop her on shaky arms, unwilling to release her from the twisted position I had contorted her into. I’d done my best to let her take the lead in this thing between us, to only go as far and as fast as she was comfortable with, but this was the first time I felt like I was in control. She was at my mercy. I hadn’t asked permission to do what I just did to her. My daughter had given herself up to me. I took that power and used it for my own primal gratification. It was nothing to be particularly proud of, but if felt damned good.

    Eventually I had to relent. I moved off of her and let her free. Nicole immediately clung to me, burying her face into the crook of my arm. It wasn’t long before I detected the shuddering motion of her body.

    “Are you crying?”

    It took her a moment to answer. “No…”

    “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

    “No, I’m just being stupid. Don’t pay any attention to me.” Her sniffle was hard to ignore.

    “Sweetheart, don’t be like that. Whatever it is you can tell me.” I suspected she was frustrated with me for holding back on her when we were so close to consummating this insane, incestuous affair of ours.

    She nuzzled against me and I could feel the wetness of the tears on her cheeks.

    “It’s just that I love you so fucking much, Daddy.” She brought her fist down on my chest, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know I deserved to be punished. “I mean, I always loved you, but now it’s different. I never thought I would end up feeling like this. I was horny for you and I wanted to make my fantasies come true, only I didn’t expect to actually fall in love with you.”

    “See, this is one of the things I was afraid of. This is more complicated that just being fuck buddies, Nicole.”

    “I know,” she hugged me tight. “I know. I’m being stupid. I’ll shut up now and you can pretend like I never said anything.”

    I rolled to my side so we were lying face to face, forehead to forehead. “I know things got a little intense there, and we’re both feeling a lot of mixed up emotions right now. The only thing you need to think about tonight is that I love you more than anyone or anything in this whole world, and whatever you’re going through I’m always going to be here to help you with it no matter what.”

    She sniffled one last time.

    “Kiss me goodnight, Daddy,” she whispered with a smile in her voice.

    I found her lips in the dark and they tasted of cum. Our tongues sought each other out, and we kissed softly for a long time before either of us could bear to give ourselves up to sleep.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    The next couple weeks went by with almost no drama. Nicole had given up on pressuring me to fuck her, and we enjoyed a liberal amount of sexual activity on a daily basis. Things barely slowed down when she got her period. Handjobs and blowjobs were still administered with great regularity. She was happy to let me finger her ass and clit, but wouldn’t let me near her pussy hole. Unexpectedly, I found that little string hanging out of her to be a strangely erotic sight.

    A day didn’t go by where we didn’t masturbate together at some point. It had become our bedtime ritual, even if we’d already gotten off together several times during the day. She loved using her dildo on herself while I watched, and would often have me work it in and out of her while she played with her clit. I was constantly surprised by my unflagging sex drive when it came to my daughter. I wasn’t so consistently horny even when I was a teenager. I suppose things might have been different if I had unfettered access hot 17-year-old girl on a 24/7 basis back then.

    I also loved how uninhibited we could be about our sexual urges with each other. One night Nicole came to dinner in a two-sizes-too-small tank top and no bra underneath. I could see every curve of her small, firm tits, along with the hint of her pink areolas and the pebble-sized bump of each luscious nipple showing through the tightly stretched fabric. At one point I just sat back, pulled out my hard-on and began jacking off right there at the dinner table while I watched her eat. She acted like this was as normal as if I’d asked her to pass me the salt.

    She was insisting that I lick her asshole every time I went down on her, which certainly wasn’t a problem for me. Every few days I’d find her waiting for me face down somewhere in the house, holding her ass open wanting me to cum on her butt hole. She had made use of Jeffy a couple more times, sucking my cock while she relived her pubescent humping experiences. We had both taken to wearing little or nothing around the house. We were getting naked together so often that it was becoming impractical to wear clothes when it was just the two of us. I never got tired of seeing my naked daughter traipsing through the house as proud as could be of that hot, young body of hers.

    Nicole brought home a report card that was mostly A’s with a few B’s sprinkled in. She was promoted to the starting line on her soccer team. Our illicit activities didn’t seem to be affecting her performance in any areas of her real life. In fact, recent results might suggest that things had improved since I started diddling her. I even noticed that I didn’t have to remind her to take care of her chores around the house as I used to. Laundry was done, dinners were cooked, room was kept clean. I was a little worried that she might be feeling more like a wife than a daughter, but I didn’t want to disrupt the new flow we’d established.

    As I sat at my desk, the image of Nicole stepping out of the shower that morning was playing over and over again in my mind. No one could make drying off as sexy as she did. We didn’t have time to fool around then, but I knew we’d be at each other as soon as I got home that evening. I wondered if she’d want my tongue in her ass or my cock down her throat. Probably both. My attention went once again to the box sitting inconspicuously at the foot of my coat rack.

    Mara, our receptionist, had brought it in with the rest of my mail. She had no idea that the box she had signed for from FexEx held a gift for my daughter, nor that the gift was a brand new dildo.

    I was tempted to open it immediately, but I knew as soon as I did someone would come barging into my office. I didn’t want to have to explain why I was having sex toys delivered to me at work. I couldn’t wait to surprise Nicole with it. I checked the clock and saw that it was only 2:00. Three more hours, one life-sapping commute, and then I’d get to see the look of perverse delight on my little girl’s face. I noted with frustration that my cock was once again hard. Getting through a day without at least a half-dozen spontaneous erections had become a physical impossibility for me. I decided that I wasn’t going to get any work done anyway, and bailed out early with some excuse about taking my daughter to the doctor. No one knew it was more like playing doctor.

    I was hard the whole way home in anticipation of surprising Nicole with her new fuck toy. I got even harder when I walked through the door and almost tripped over her backpack and sneakers that she’d left in the middle of the foyer because I knew it meant she was home from school. I had been praying this wasn’t a soccer practice day. I tiptoed to my room, undressed, and opened the box.

    It was one of those funky dildos that she had been intrigued by on our first online shopping trip together. It was formed of pink-tinted glass in an abstract swirl that was at once phallic and feminine at the same time. There was a fat end with a tapered nose for her pussy, with the other end being smaller and curled around in a way that it would be perfectly positioned to tickle (or penetrate) her anus. I couldn’t wait to see her go crazy on herself with it!

    I went naked to her bedroom and opened the door, ready to surprise her. But I was the one who got the surprise instead as I stood there gawking at two luscious bare asses. Two girls were on Nicole’s bed on all fours facing away from me. I recognized the asshole and pussy lips of the girl on the left, but not those of the one on the right. Fingers were at work in the familiar pussy, while my daughter’s dildo was slowly being worked in and out of the strange one on the right. I then heard the tinny sounds of moaning and realized they were watching a porno of some sort on Nic’s laptop.

    I was too stunned to react quickly enough and duck out. The girl on the right looked over her shoulder. Becca’s eyes went wide and she nudged Nicole, saying “Your dad!” in a choked whisper.

    “I know, isn’t he a total stud?” Nicole responded without looking away from the video on her laptop. It was about then that this unexpected encounter took an ugly turn.

    “That’s right, baby, suck Daddy’s cock just like that.” This bit of cheesy dialogue came from the porn video they were watching. It took me a second to realize it was my own voice I was hearing.

    “No!” Becca nudged Nicole again harder. “Your dad is right there!”

    Nicole looked around and her smile instantly disappeared along with all the blood in her face. Pale as a ghost, she groped for words. Both of them were too surprised to even bother trying to cover their nakedness. I was too stunned to hide my raging hard-on from my daughter’s friend. I was able to see between them and caught a glimpse of the video. Nicole was giving me a vigorous blowjob on her computer screen. She must have recorded us at some point with the camera on her laptop. And she was showing this private moment between us to her friend while the two of them masturbated to it.

    The ramifications of all of this set off a series of emotional explosions in my mind. My stomach sank, my chest hurt, and I could feel a sweat break out all along my back. Becca knew everything. Nicole had betrayed me. The only thing I ever asked of her was to keep what we were doing just between us. She had violated my trust not only in that, but also in making a secret recording of us. She had created physical evidence of my crimes. Evidence that could send me to prison. And she was sharing it with her little lesbian slut of a friend. In a matter of a few panicked heartbeats, my fabulous life has suddenly become fucked beyond all recognition.

    “Cum for me, Daddy.” The video was still playing. “I want to eat every drop of your cum.”

    I turned, naked and hard, holding my daughter’s new sex toy in my hand, and walked out.

    “Dad, wait!” I heard Nicole calling out, but her voice wasn’t quite reaching me somehow. “Don’t be mad. Just let me explain.”

    At my door, I glanced back and saw her standing in the hallway looking distraught. Instinctively, my cock flexed at the sight of the lithe sensuality of her naked body. I should have fucked the little bitch when I had a chance, because she sure as hell fucked me.

    “Daddy, please…”

    I went into my bedroom and closed the door behind me.

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    My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 8
    by DirtyMindedMom

    I gripped my hard cock, stroking it slowly in the silent darkness of my bedroom. I was alone, as I had been for the past three nights. I tried to focus on thoughts of Jessica, the hot little thing who worked in our marketing department. She had been showing more cleavage than usual lately. I imagined Jessica coming into my office, leaning over my desk and licking her ruby red lips.

    “I need your approval for the new ad campaign,” she purrs seductively.

    “You’ll get my sign-off right after you show me those luscious tits of yours.”

    “I’ll do whatever it takes.” Jessica slowly unbuttons her blouse as my hand quickens on my cock. She has a frilly pink bra on underneath, which she pulls down to expose her naked breasts. They’re smaller than I expected, but alluring nonetheless. As a matter of fact, they look just like my daughter’s breasts. With a start I find that it’s no longer Jessica standing half naked in my office, it’s Nicole.

    I let go of my hard-on and punched the mattress in frustration. Every time I attempted to jerk off over the past couple days, thoughts of my daughter ended up intruding on the fantasy. No matter how hard I worked to put her out of my mind as a sexual object, she kept showing up. I tried beating off to porn, but it only reminded me of when we’d watch it together and get off. If I didn’t cum soon I was going to start losing it.

    Nicole had already left for school by the time I came downstairs the next morning. The smell of toast lingered in the air, but she had cleaned up after herself so that it was like she was never there. I’d only seen her in passing a few times since that day, and when I did I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. When I thought of what she’d done I got a tight pain in my stomach and all I wanted to do was grab her and shake her. Worse than seeing her, was the night I heard her crying in her room. I hated being mad at her, but it was the only way I could feel after she betrayed my trust the way she had.

    The scene played over and over in my mind as I drove to work. Standing there in her bedroom doorway, naked and hard, trying to puzzle out why I was looking at two beautiful naked asses. I was more than a little surprised to discover my daughter masturbating with her best friend Becca. Surprised, but not disappointed. Becca’s ass was slightly wider than Nicole’s, but smooth and inviting. She had my daughter’s dildo buried in her pussy, while Nicole was getting by with just her fingers. Before the possibilities of this situation could blossom, I realized that they were watching a video recording of Nicole giving me a blowjob. The trust between us shattered in that instant and my world went to hell.

    I was angry at her. I was angry at myself. How did I let it all go that far? How did I so completely lose sight of what’s so obviously right and wrong? How can I be this upset and still get an erection over recalling that dreaded moment? I massaged my cock through my slacks as I drove, thinking about Nicole and Becca sitting on the bed naked. They’re facing each other, a little shy exposing themselves like this for the first time. They spread their legs, each curious about what’s between the other’s legs. They giggle as they watch each other masturbate, exchanging the occasional compliment or letting free a moan of sincere pleasure. I reach my exit and force my hand back onto the steering wheel. I’m not going to let myself think about my daughter like that anymore!

    With nothing to look forward to when I get home, the workday dragged by, same as the past three did. Jessica wasn’t showing much cleavage, but her tits still looked fabulous in the clingy top she was wearing. As much as I tried, I couldn’t gin up much enthusiasm for them. After lunch, I pulled up the photo gallery on my cell phone. I navigated to the pictures Nicole had sent me. I stared at my daughter’s naked pussy, two fingers holding it open for me so I could see all the delights she had to offer. My thumb hovered over the garbage can symbol. Her wetness glistened within the pink folds of her delicate flesh. It reminded me of how she had opened herself up to me in so many other ways.

    It had to have been a scary thing for her. For years she’d harbored a forbidden lust for her own father. She despised herself for being a perverted freak, but it didn’t stop her longings for Daddy’s cock. At some point she decided to take action. Who knows how many scenarios she had played out in her head while she lay in bed fingering her wet pussy and plotting how to turn me from a parent to a lover. Then she made her move and went through with one of them. “Daddy, please help me buy a dildo so I can fuck my horny cunt.”

    Looking back, I should have seen it for what it was: a calculated ploy to seduce me into violating a moral covenant that had been ingrained in civilized societies for millennia. And I fell right into her trap. Was I that gullible? Or so desperate for love? Or just plain stupid? No matter what it was, I had willingly followed Nicole down the dark path she was treading. But I couldn’t blame her for what I’d done. I was the one who bought her the dildo. I watched her use it; I put my fingers inside her; I jerked off in front of her; I sucked her nipples. And it was I who licked my daughter’s pussy and made her cum on my face. It wasn’t fair to put it all on her. I was the adult, and I alone was responsible for my depraved acts of incestuous passion. I put my phone away and went back to work, trying to ignore the pulsing of my hard cock.

    The house was quiet when I got home. Jeffy was no longer in the living room. He had disappeared the day after the incident. I also wasn’t finding Nicole’s dildo lying around by the bathroom sink or on the kitchen counter like I used to. I listened at her bedroom door, but it didn’t sound like she was in there. I was tempted to look in, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. God, I was so pathetically weak. I knew that if I saw her sex toy lying on her bed, I would lapse. I couldn’t deny that it would take so much less than that. A bra carelessly left on the floor, a dirty pair of her panties draped over the edge of her hamper, the scent of her favorite perfume. I wouldn’t be able to resist and I’d be right back on that dark path once again.

    I went to my room, changed, and headed out to a bar. I didn’t even know which one I was going to. Any one would do.

    Four hours later I moved unsteadily through the house, banging into furniture and cursing under my high-octane breath. I reached my bedroom and stopped. No light came from under Nicole’s door. No music, or tapping of a keyboard, or buzz of a vibrator. I felt a magnetic force drawing me toward her bedroom door. I leaned against it, pressed my forehead to it and tried to steady my mind.

    She was so close, yet so much separated us. That wasn’t true. It was me keeping us apart like this. Me and my stupid conscience. The same conscience that did fuck all to keep me from molesting my own daughter. My sweet, sexy, horny, perverted daughter. I could have walked in there with my cock out and she would have happily sucked me off like nothing had happened. I could push her back on her bed, my hand around her throat, and force my way between her legs and she wouldn’t even put up a fight. That little slut loves cock. She’d take a hard pounding from me and beg for more. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. As wasted as I was, the thought of fucking my little girl was enough to get me hard as a rock. The bitch was just using me, so why shouldn’t I use her?

    I opened her door, determined to teach her a lesson that I should have already by now. I flicked on the light and lurched across the room. My pants dropped and tripped me up. I fell onto Nicole’s bed. Nicole’s empty bed. I looked around through bleary eyes, but she wasn’t there. Must have been staying at a friend’s house. Probably humping Becca’s face like the lesbo whore that she is.

    I sat up, ran my fingers through my hair, and tried to shake the fog out of my skull. No discarded bras on the floor. Hamper was empty. No sex toys left on the bed.

    The one fucking night that Nicole could have gotten what she wanted and she wasn’t even here. Goddamn cocktease. Serves her right. The light faded. From high up near the ceiling I was looking down at myself listing over sideways and passing out on my daughter’s bed.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    The weekend went by pretty much the same as the previous days. Nicole avoided me, or maybe it was me avoiding her. Either way, the thing between us festered. I was pissed that despite my drunken stupor I was able to remember what I would have done if she had been home that night. I was pretty much a bag of shit no matter how I looked at it. I came that close to raping my own daughter. Sure, she would have been a willing victim, but that doesn’t change the evil that was in my heart during that black moment.

    What made it worse is that I didn’t know where to go from there. I didn’t want things to stay the way they were, but I still wanted to be angry. I deserved to be angry. Something had to change. I had to change. But I didn’t know in what way or how.

    When I got home from work on Tuesday, there was an envelope on the kitchen table with the word “Dad” written on it in Nicole’s handwriting. I suddenly felt sick. Was this a letter telling me that she was going out on her own? Or worse. I tore open the envelope and read the simple note inside. “I know you hate me right now, but we have to talk. I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to speak to me again, but please meet me at DiGeorgio’s for one last date night. I love you, Dad (even if you don’t believe it)”

    Just another of her calculated manipulations. I threw the note down and walked away. I didn’t get far before I turned back and read the note again. It was clear she was hurting. We both were. It didn’t make sense for me to hold onto this grudge forever. Yes, she made a mistake – a big mistake – but I had made more than my share in this thing between us. She would have never had the opportunity to make her mistake if it wasn’t for all the ones I had made leading up to that night. Maybe it was a good thing this unhealthy affair came to a crashing end. Neither one of us would have had the strength, or the sense, to put an end to it on our own.

    Time for me to be a grown up and do what needed to be done to put all the craziness behind us.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    I stood on the sidewalk outside the restaurant trying to gather myself before going inside. I’d never been this nervous on a real date, much less one with my own daughter. The restaurant sat atop the tower of a 5-star hotel. If nothing else, at least we’d have a fantastic view of the city. I wondered why she’d picked such a fancy place. Our nights out together were usually much more casual than this. Then again, this wasn’t exactly one of our normal date nights. I braced myself and headed inside.

    The maître d’ led me to our table and Nicole was waiting there for me. She stood as I approached and a sense of unreality took me over.

    She was wearing a black cocktail dress, one that she must have bought specially for this occasion. It was short, barely reaching down to mid-thigh. Her shapely legs were sheathed in sheer stockings that gave her skin a silky glow in the low lights of the restaurant. The dress hugged her middle and left no doubt what a supple body lay beneath. The neckline dipped low between her breasts, presenting a tasteful amount of cleavage. The sapphire sparkle of the necklace I had given her on her sixteenth birthday caught my eye as my gaze swept up.

    Nicole had her hair done up in an elaborate style unlike anything I’d ever seen on her before. She was normally a simple, no-nonsense girl who didn’t waste time primping and posing like some girls do. She’d gone all out tonight. Even going so far as to be wearing make-up. I’m sure Becca had a hand in this, since I don’t think Nicole owned anything beyond some eyeliner and lip gloss. The effect was captivating. It wasn’t my little girl standing in front of me, it was a woman.

    “I didn’t know if you would come,” she said as we sat down, my eyes still locked on the captivating vision across the table from me.

    “Like you said in your note, we need to talk.”

    The sommelier swept in at that moment and presented a bottle of wine for my inspection.

    “The lady has selected an exciting new offering from a local, organic winery.” Upon nodding my approval, he deftly opened the bottle, presented me the cork and poured a sampling. I was always uncomfortable with this ritual since I didn’t know the first thing about wine. I went through the motions and the sommelier poured us both a glass. Apparently she looked sophisticated enough that no one in the place could tell Nicole was underage. “Enjoy,” he said and bowed off.

    I sipped my wine. “Good choice.”

    She reached for her glass, pausing to see if I would scold her and tell her she was too young to drink. My girl wasn’t too young for anything anymore it seemed. She took a sip, pursed her lips and put the glass down.

    “I’m sorry,” she began, unable to look me in the eye.

    “I know you are. And so am I.” My voice didn’t came across more stern than apologetic.

    “But it wasn’t like I told just anybody. It was only Becca. I trust her more than I trust myself. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”

    “So I saw.”

    “Even if I didn’t tell her, she would have figured it out sooner or later.”

    “Violating my trust by telling her was bad enough, Nicole, but you secretly recorded us and showed that to her.” My blood was starting to heat up as I was forced to speak the details of her betrayal.

    “I know I shouldn’t have done that. It was just going to be for me, then Becca– No, you’re right, that was just plain wrong and I’m sorry. Really, really sorry.”

    The waiter came by with some bread and menus. Neither of us spoke while he was hovering nearby. Nicole looked like she was close to crying, but she held back her tears.

    “Can’t you just forgive me and let things go back to the way they were. I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise.”

    “It’s not that simple.” I put a piece of bread on my plate, even though I had no interest in eating it. “It’s going to take some time before I can trust you again. And I’d always be wondering who else you might be telling.”

    “I’ll never tell anyone ever, I swear!” The passion she put into her words made it easy to believe her.

    “I might get to a place where I can trust you again, but our secret is already out. And I’ll never be able to trust Becca not to say anything.”

    “She won’t. Not in a million years.”

    “That’s easy to say now while you two are friends. What happens if you have a fight, or go your separate ways when you leave for college?”

    “We’ll be friends forever no matter what,” Nicole insisted, but the conviction wasn’t there in her voice.

    “Nothing lasts forever, sweetheart. You know that. Like this thing between us.” I took more than a sip of wine. “It was fun while it lasted, but it had to come to an end at some point so it’s just as well it happened now like this instead of it being something worse.”

    “Worse how?”

    “A fight, a pregnancy, me going to prison.”

    I watched my daughter fiddle with her silverware as that sunk in. “It wouldn’t really be so bad if I got pregnant.” She kept her voice quiet as she said this. Despite the way she looked, her immaturity was showing through.

    “Yes, it would. The fact that you can’t see that only proves that things had to stop. I’m still very angry with you, but I want to use this as an opportunity to get back to the way things should be between us.”

    “I don’t want to go back to that.” The wetness sparkled in her eyes as she looked at me. The hurt and desperation were enough to stab at my heart. “And I don’t think you really want to either.”

    I hated that she was right. On the surface I could fool myself into believing that I wanted to do the right thing. But deep down I wanted her like never before. I couldn’t help envisioning my cock between her breasts, or those pretty, painted lips of hers sliding up and down my shaft. Several times already I’d found myself wondering if my girl was wearing panties under that slinky dress, or could I simply lift it up and see her perfect little pussy waiting to please me? I was a disgusting excuse for a man, and we both knew it.

    “Part of being an adult is understanding that you can’t have everything you want.”

    She looked despondent as she reached for her wine. After two unladylike gulps, she set the glass down and appeared more resolved. Nicole fixed me with a look so full of wanting desire that it made something ache in my chest.

    “Excuse me,” she whispered and got up from the table. I watched her delectable ass as she left, able to envision what it looked like naked – something no father should be able to do with as much accuracy and detail as I could.

    The waiter returned to ask if I wanted to order. I’d completely forgotten we were there for a meal. I told him I needed a few minutes and he politely withdrew. I polished off my wine and thought about ordering something harder to help get me through this with my convictions intact, as meager as they were.

    I was doing the right thing. I couldn’t be eating my daughter’s pussy and cumming in her mouth every day and be any kind of father to her at the same time. This was the best thing for her. Make a clean break of it and get back to a normal life. A normal, boring, miserable life suffering the torture of knowing the pleasures that are easily within our reach but unable to take them. God, why did I open this Pandora’s Box in the first place?

    The maître d’ slipped up to the table, and laid an envelope down. “From the young lady.”

    My hands were shaking as I opened it. There was a hastily written note inside. “One last time, then I’ll never bother you again.” The envelope held a card key for a hotel room.

    Her reason for choosing this fancy place was suddenly clear. She’d planned on getting me into a hotel room the whole time. As annoyed as I was about her manipulations, I was more upset that she’d spent so much money on this scheme of hers. One night would have cost her three months’ worth of babysitting and dog walking. I signaled the waiter, paid for the wine and left a generous tip for the trouble.

    It was a short ride down four floors on the elevator. I found the room at the end of the hallway. Maybe I could get a refund, especially once I pointed out to the manager that he rented an extravagantly expensive room to a minor. I knocked, slipped the key in the slot, and opened the door.

    “Nicole,” I called from just inside the door. “This isn’t happening, so get your things and let’s go.” There was no response. “Nicole?”

    I looked in the bathroom as I passed and saw that it was empty. A few steps further along and I could see into the room. What I saw stopped me dead on the spot.

    Nicole stood across the room in front of the picture window. The curtains were open, providing a breathtaking view of the city lights behind her. But that’s not what captured my attention. My daughter was the very vision of sex personified.

    Her entrancing hair and makeup were the same as earlier, but the slinky dress was gone. A lacey white camisole hung from her smooth shoulders. There were little bows to fasten it closed down the front, but these were left undone leaving the middle of her torso exposed. I could see only the slightest hint of her nipples showing at the edges of the gauzy negligee.

    My eyes traveled down over her flat tummy. My daughter’s shaved mound was bare. No panties, no g-string, just naked pussy. I caressed the sensual contours of her sex with my gaze, noting how her feminine crease hinted at the endless pleasures within. The effect was further heightened by the white, thigh-high stockings that sheathed her finely-toned legs. As if this wasn’t enough, she wore a pair of high-heels that somehow transformed my teen daughter into a very desirable woman.

    “Nicole…” I heard myself saying with a plaintive whimper.

    “I’m not going to argue with you, Daddy,” she said as she moved toward the bed with seductive grace. “I agree with everything you said, and I know you’re right about how things between us had to come to an end eventually.” She lowered herself onto the king-sized bed. The camisole slipped open, giving me a view of her exquisite breasts. “But we can’t let it end like it did. Just one more night so we can finish things the way we want to.”

    She slid up onto the bed as I watched helplessly. Her body writhed in anticipation of mine. I had to walk out of that room right that second or I would be lost. She set her feet on the bed, arched her body lifting her ass up off the mattress, then opened her legs wide.

    “Come fuck me, Daddy.”

    I stood there knowing she had me. “Nicole, I can’t…”

    “I want you inside me, Daddy. I want to feel your cock deep in my pussy.” She thrust her hips toward me, overpowering me with the tempting vision of her impassioned lips. “I know you want to fuck me, Daddy. This is your last chance. One last night together.”

    “Nicole, don’t do this…”

    “Look at it.” She spread her pussy open, brazenly offering herself to me. “You want this cunt, don’t you, Daddy? It’s okay for you to take it. We both want this. Don’t think of me as your daughter, just think of me as a tight, wet cunt that you want to fuck with your big, hard cock.”

    This was torture, and she knew it.

    “I love you, Daddy. You knew from the start this is where it was going to end up. You wanted to fuck me long before I asked for that dildo, you just couldn’t admit it – not even to yourself.” My daughter dipped a finger into her inviting hole, then tasted the wetness that clung to it. “Here’s your chance. Take it.”

    I stared at my daughter’s open cunt. She was right. I was attracted to her before she began her deliberate seduction. As her father I refused to acknowledge it, but as a man I felt it. I noticed when her breasts first began budding. I noticed the enticing curve of her ass well before puberty had begun transforming her from a child into a young woman. The incidental touch of her long, smooth legs against my bare skin had excited me in ways I was too ashamed to accept. Was I an aberration, or did all men harbor a forbidden desire for their own daughters? No matter the answer, there was no getting away from the fact that on some primal level I had always wanted to fuck my baby girl.

    She clearly wanted it, but could I go through with it? Did I have the strength to take what I wanted, or was I too weak to do the right thing? Whatever choice I made in that moment somehow made me less of a man. No one I knew wouldn’t judge me with disgust and derision. I’d deserve their unmitigated contempt. The question was, could I live with that?

    As my conscience wrestled with itself, my body hadn’t remained idle. Of course my cock was hard, that was an inevitable result of animal biology. But I further realized that I had unbuttoned and removed my shirt as I had been silently debating myself. There was no longer any point in trying to use an impotent intellect to keep me from doing what I wanted to do…what I needed to do.

    I undid my pants and pulled them down, along with my boxers, in one quick motion. Nicole moaned with expectation as my stiff cock sprang into view. She knew she had won.

    “I am going to take it,” I said. My confident tone sounded strange even to me. This isn’t the way a father talks to his daughter. “And once I do, it’s mine. Understand?” I moved forward and climbed onto the bed.

    “Yes, Daddy,” she groaned and spread herself wider.

    “And I don’t mean just your cunt. Your whole body…” I crawled up between her legs. “Your whole self…”

    Nicole lowered herself flat on the bed and reached out to me with open arms. “Yes…” she breathed.

    “This isn’t just fooling around anymore,” I growled as I moved atop her. “You’re mine.” I kissed her lips. “You’re my daughter.” Another kiss. “My lover.” A deeper kiss. “My everything.” Her tongue was in my mouth. I took this as acceptance of the proposal.

    A moment later I was insider her.

    It had come about so effortlessly, so naturally, that I all but missed the instant that it happened. My cock was inside my daughter’s pussy. She made a noise that was more of a sob than anything else. I pushed my body tighter and my cock sank deeper. I might have let out my own sob in answer to hers.

    I was never much of a ladies’ man, but I’d had my share of women back in the day. Nothing came remotely close to the feeling of being inside my daughter’s pussy. I had loved her mother more than any other woman, but not even she could compare to what I was experiencing in that moment. I had become untethered from earthly reality and entered a realm of pure pleasure that I was certain I’d never enter again as long as I lived.

    “Oh, Daddy,” Nicole wept beneath me. “I love you.” Her whispered words were carried on warm breath into my ear. “I’ll love you always and forever.”

    “I love you, too, baby.” I pushed into her even though I couldn’t go any deeper. I wanted to fuse my entire being with hers, to become part of her and for her to be a part of me. And yet, we already were in so many ways. It was no longer an abstract matter of biological chemistry, it was an emotional and physical reality.

    “Your cock is inside me, Daddy.” Nicole wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. “It’s really happening. I’ve been dreaming about this since I was a little girl. I wanted you to fuck me even before I knew what fucking was.”

    It was all too much. “I’m going to cum.” I was embarrassed that it was happening so fast and my words came out like an apology.

    “Cum inside me, Daddy,” she pleaded. “Fill my cunt.”

    Without moving, without having made a single thrust, I began spewing my seed deep inside my daughter’s pussy. With my face buried against my girl’s graceful neck, I emptied my cock into her. The profound sense of satisfaction was beyond comprehension. I would have thought it impossible to know such sublime joy and not be rendered unconscious by the experience. My orgasm seemed like it wouldn’t end. Pulse after pulse seized me, pumping spurt after spurt of sperm-laced semen into my daughter’s womb.

    Nicole clung to me with loving devotion, accepting everything I had to give and willing to take more. Her lips touched my neck, my ear, my cheek as I poured myself into her cunt. Sex had always been pleasing, but this was a whole other level of what it meant to be alive. My cock convulsed several more times after I had spent my entire load. My daughter massaged my flexing manhood with her inner muscles, milking it lovingly until I went still.

    “Oh my God, Daddy,” Nicole whimpered as I lay atop her trying to make sense of what just happened. “I’m cumming, too.” Her nails dug into my back and brought about the most exquisite pain I’d ever known. “I’m cumming on your cock.”

    She bit into my shoulder and screamed. I felt my girl’s body tense. Her legs clamped tight around my waist, her pussy gripped my engorged cock like a vice. I could actually feel the spasms racking her vagina as she orgasmed. I held her close and hoped she was experiencing an exultation that matched my own from seconds before.

    Nicole let out a guttural moan, bucked her hips, and raked her fingernails down my back. “Again,” she panted. “I’m cumming again! Ohhhhhh! Fuck!” She rode out her second orgasm, which seemed at least as intense as the first.

    We were both out of breath despite the fact that we had barely moved. Years of pent up yearning, lust, and forbidden desire had done the work for us. Even though I had just cum, I never wanted to take my cock out of my daughter’s pussy.

    “Oh, Daddy, that was amazing.” Her mouth found mine and we shared a tender exchange of tongues. “No one has ever made me cum like that, and no one but you ever could.”

    “You’re incredible,” I told her with all the sincerity I could muster. “If I had known how good your pussy felt, I would have started fucking you years ago.” I was worried I might have said the wrong thing until I heard her laugh.

    “All that matters is that you’re fucking me now.” She slid her hands down my sweaty back and grabbed my ass. “So, how about you really fuck me this time?”

    “Great minds think alike.”

    I drew my cock back and eased it into her. With any other woman I would have been going soft at this point, but with my daughter there was no chance of that happening. The little noises she made as I slowly worked in and out of her pussy let me know she was appreciating my efforts.

    She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I’m just now realizing that I’ve never been fucked by a real man before. I’ve only ever fucked boys. What a big difference…uuuuh mmmm…”

    God, what a sexy bitch I’d raised. I hooked one of her legs and pulled it up toward her head. She cried out with surprised delight, and voluntarily lifted the other after I’d given her a few good pumps. And just like that, I had my girl folded double below me. That position made her cunt even tighter than it already was, and her squealing giggles were all the encouragement I needed to pound her harder and harder.

    “Fuck my slutty pussy, Daddy! Fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock!”

    “Oh, don’t worry, young lady,” I said. “I am going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. You wanted Daddy’s cock, now you’re going to get it.” I rammed hard into her. As soon as I did I worried that I may have hurt her, but she took it like a champ and begged for more. So I gave it to her.

    Each punishing thrust pushed her down into the mattress. The way she was doubled over caused the air to be forced out of her lungs with each beat of our harsh lovemaking. Every time I slammed home, she gave out a cute grunt and demanded more.

    “That’s it, fuck me! As hard as you want, Daddy! Make me your dirty fuck toy!”

    My baby clenched her cunt muscles tight around my plunging cock. I could feel the sloppy mix of our combined sex fluids frothing and spilling out of her pussy and soaking my balls. The maids were going to have a real mess to deal with by the time we were done. Nicole’s grunts began climbing the scale and I knew she was approaching another climax. I didn’t think it was possible for me to cum again so soon, but hearing her about to orgasm triggered my own.

    “Give it to me, Daddy! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Right there! Yes! Yes, yes, yeeeeesssss!”

    “Fuck, baby! Take it! Take my cum! Fuuuuuck!”

    We had often made ourselves cum at the same time when we were masturbating together, but those times didn’t come close to matching the thrill of our first simultaneous orgasm while fucking. Mine was over in what seemed like a flash, while my daughter’s played out over the course of a good ten to fifteen seconds. I continued steadily pumping my cock into her quivering hole as she floated higher and higher on each successive wave of ecstasy she was experiencing. Sure it was good for me to finally get what I had always secretly wanted, but it was even more gratifying to know that I was giving my girl something she had wanted so badly for so long.

    I let her legs down and we were kissing again. As she wiggled beneath me, I thought I was going to slip out of her a few times, but she managed to keep a hold of me with her with her strong, young pussy.

    “You have no idea how many times I dreamed of being under you like this,” she gasped between kisses. “I never thought it would really happen.” She kissed my neck and sucked my earlobe. “And now you’re on top of me…and inside me. It’s even better than I imagined.”

    She had sold this night as our one last chance to be together in this way, but we both knew that this was only the beginning of a new, more dangerous, phase of our relationship. I suspect she had planned this all along. She knew me well enough to be able to play me like a well-tuned instrument. But I couldn’t really complain. She was only seducing me into doing something I already wanted and was too much of a coward to do on my own. That time was over. I had what I wanted and I wasn’t giving it up.

    “You’re Daddy’s little whore now,” I said. The words were coarse, but they were spoken with love.

    “I am,” she whispered. “Now and forever.”

    “Turn over,” I told her. “Daddy’s going to fuck you like the naughty little puppy that you are.”

    She smiled and complied without hesitation. It felt good when my cock slid out of her, and it would feel even better slipping back in.

    Nicole shed the camisole that had ended up in a tangled mess around her shoulders. This left her in nothing but white stockings and high heels. She was my own personal under-aged porn star. She got on all fours and presented her backside to me like an obedient child. I had seen her in this pose many times, but the view was more enticing than it had ever been now that I could follow through on whatever filthy urge it inspired.

    My daughter’s pussy was swollen from being roughly fucked for the past ten minutes or so. I’d seen her excited, but never quite like this. Her ass cheeks were shiny with the wetness that had leaked from her during our lovemaking. My most recent load that I’d deposited in her was seeping from her tight fuck hole and drooling down from her pussy lips to soak the sheets below. If I only had a camera.

    I moved in behind her, took hold of her hips and directed the head of my cock toward that gooey opening of hers. I hadn’t lost any of my rigidity and penetrated her without difficulty. The shiver ran down my spine as I once again sank into my daughter’s heavenly embrace. Why had I denied myself this for so long? And why should my darling girl be deprived of the full and unrestrained love of her adoring father? Every dad should be so lucky to share such mutual devotion with his daughter.

    Pulling back slowly, I gazed in awe at the sight of my penis emerging from my little girl’s grasping vagina. I watched with equal delectation as it disappeared inside her just as slowly.

    “Oh, Daddy, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned and did her best to look at me over her shoulder. “Your cock is way better than my dildo.”

    “And your pussy is way better than my right hand.”

    “Or my mouth?”

    “Hmm, that’s a close second.” I gently continued to fill her to the hilt, then draw back inch by inch, feeling every second of our union as keenly as I could. “My little girl is such a talented cocksucker.”

    “And I’ll only get better if you help me practice.”

    She was looking for definite confirmation from me that this was more than a one-time thing. I wasn’t going to let her off that easy.

    “The view from back here reminds me of when I walked in and found you and Becca on your bed with your asses in the air.”

    Nicole hid her face in the pillow and flexed her inner muscles around my shaft.

    “That was a hell of a shock,” I jabbed my cock into her with a quick motion.

    “I know, Daddy,” her voice took on that plaintive tone she used when she wanted to be forgiven for doing something bad. “I’m sorry about…about everything.”

    “I’m still angry with you for telling your friend about us.” This was punctuated with another hard thrust.

    “But you don’t understand, Becca and I don’t have any secrets from each other. We share everything.”

    “Including your dildo.” I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head up off the pillow.

    “Yes! She taught me how to masturbate. Becca was the first one to put her fingers inside me. And she was the first person who ever kissed my pussy.”

    I had picked up the pace some, but was still fucking her with controlled strokes. “And that justifies you betraying my trust and telling her about us?”

    “We tell each other everything. She told me how she lost her virginity to her cousin when she was thirteen. And how she sneaks out onto her parents’ balcony at night and spies on them fucking while she makes herself cum. And also about how she has a huge crush on you and has always wanted your cock almost as much as me.”

    “Was she the one who gave you the idea for this whole thing?” I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips tighter, needing to make sure I had plenty of leverage for the fucking we were building toward.

    “It was my idea…but Becca talked me into going through with it.” She tossed her hair to the side, then reached down between her legs and began playing with her clit. “Mmm, Daddy, you fuck me so good.”

    I had a choice. I could either blame this mess on Becca, or I could thank her for it. I looked down at my daughter’s naked body rocking forward and back each time I plunged my cock into her tight cunt and there was no doubt I owed her my thanks.

    “It was her idea to make the video,” Nicole confessed in a series of short gasps. “Now that she’s seen your cock, she wants to fuck you even more.”

    “I’ve got enough trouble dealing with one teenaged lesbian slut, last thing I need is another one.”

    “We’re not lesbians…not really…only with each other sometimes…God, I love your cock so much…fuck me harder, Daddy…”

    As happens so often with the two of us, what she wanted was exactly what I wanted too. I picked up my rhythm. Our bodies slapped together. The violent sound of naked flesh meeting naked flesh filled the room, along with her girlish moans.

    “You drove me crazy,” I scolded her. “Walking around in your little panties, or nothing at all. I wanted to throw you down on the spot and fuck you like crazy every time I saw you.” The bed was bouncing in time with our increasingly manic tempo. “I’d watch you stick that dildo in your tight little pussy and all I could think about was how much I wanted it to be my cock instead.

    “This is everything I dreamed about…” I could barely make out her whimpering words as her body jolted repeatedly under my onslaught, “to wrap my cunt around my Daddy’s big, hard cock and fuck you and cum again and again…uhhhh, yes!”

    I hadn’t been sure it was possible, but I was about to cum again. Maybe I wasn’t as old as I thought after all.

    “Cum inside me, Daddy! Never stop cumming inside me!”

    Her cries brought me off in a primal rush unlike anything I’d ever known with any other woman. There was something about emptying your balls into your own daughter that was singularly unique. I wasn’t about to explore the dark, psychological dimensions of what was behind it and instead simply enjoyed the new sensations emanating from my cock and suffusing my whole body.

    As I my convulsions waned, and I deposited my last pulse of sperm deep in my girl’s well-fucked vagina, her orgasm suddenly took hold of her. All I wanted to do was collapse on the bed and bask in the contentment of complete satisfaction, but I owed it to my daughter to give her at least as good as I got. I dug deep for reserves of energy I hadn’t needed since I was a virile youth and pounded my baby’s cunt for all I was worth. Her ascending howls of carnal joy spurred me on even as my head began to swim.

    “Daddy! Fuck! My! Cunt! Daddy! Daddy! Aaaaiiiieeee!”

    More followed, but she’d reached a rarified pinnacle of ecstasy that prevented her from forming coherent words. An inarticulate string of noises that approximated language spilled out of her mixed with moans and cries.

    “Cuuuuummming!” Nicole buried her face in the pillow and screamed her way through a body quaking orgasm that was sure to leave her as spent as I was.

    The two of us fell flat on the bed side by side. Our lungs heaved, preventing either of us from speaking for some time. After a few minutes, Nicole rolled onto her side and cuddled up against me. Yes, I’d missed screwing around with her the past several days, but I think I missed this most of all. I put my arm around her and drew my girl closer. Her fingers combed leisurely trails through my chest hair as she nuzzled my neck and pressed her now sticky mound against my bare hip. I could feel the residual heat emanating from her crotch.

    “When you walked in on me and Becca masturbating to that video of you, I thought I’d lost you forever. I never felt worse in my life.” She kissed my shoulder and rubbed her cunt against me. “But now I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Before all this, I didn’t know if I’d be able to get you to fuck me. It’s what I wanted more than anything, but you sometimes seemed really freaked out about what we were doing.” She climbed on top of me, mashing her pussy down over my limp cock. “I was afraid this wasn’t going to work and that after tonight you’d never talk to me again.” Her lips found mine and we shared a long kiss with a sensual exchange of tongues. “You were mad at first, weren’t you? Then you gave in to how you really felt. You stopped thinking and took what you wanted all along.”

    “I did.” I ran my hands up the outsides of her thighs, over her taut buttocks, and up her back slick with a light sheen of sweat. “I know how wrong it is for a man to want his daughter in the way that I do, much less do the things with her that I’ve done.” I urged her upward so that I could take one of her modest breasts into my mouth and suckle her. “But I can’t resist you. No matter how hard I tried to do the right thing, I had to have you.”

    “And you do have me, Daddy. All of me.” She shifted her shoulders and fed me her other breast. “Whenever you want. However you want me.”

    “You’ll be going off to college before you know it. You’re going to meet a lot of guys you’re going to want to fuck, sweetie.”

    She laughed in that endearingly dismissive way she had. “I haven’t even looked at another guy since that night you jerked off next to me in the dark. Remember that? I still get goosebumps when I think about it.”

    “All I’m saying is that you might not always feel the way you feel right now, and that I won’t stand in your way when you realize that you’re done messing around with an old guy and are ready to take on some young studs more your speed.”

    “For such a smart guy, you can be a real idiot sometimes.” She settled down on top of me, resting her cheek on my shoulder. “Your cock is the only one for me, Daddy.”

    “I’ll just have to take your word for it, my little princess.”

    Nicole pushed herself up so she could look me in the eye. Her expression was serious.

    “I love being your little princess, but I want to be more than that.” She bit her lower lip, scared to go on. “I want to be the wife that you never had.”

    “Sweetie, don’t–”

    “I know it sounds weird,” she quickly interrupted before I could complete my objection, “but I only started realizing how much you’ve given up for me all these years. It must have been so lonely for you sometimes. You could have been out having the time of your life and fucking a different hot chick every night instead of staying home to take care of me. It makes me sad to think about how many nights you spent over the years jerking off all alone in your room by yourself.”

    I kissed the tip of her nose. “Hey, you of all people should know how much I like jerking off. But, honestly, it didn’t feel like a sacrifice to me. I had you, and as long as I could make you happy and keep you safe, that was more than I could ever ask for. I’ve had a great life and there’s no reason for you to feel like you owe me anything.”

    “That’s fine, as long as you understand that I’m not going to pay any attention to that noise. I’m going to take care of you.” Her body began making sensual movements on top of me. “And I’m going to love you the way that a woman loves a man…” She rotated her hips and the next thing I knew my cock was once again sliding inside of her (I hadn’t even realized I was hard again already). “I’m going to love you the way a wife loves a husband.” She slowly eased down my length until I was as deep as I could go. “And I’m going to fuck this cock every night no matter what you say.”

    “Looks like I don’t have a choice then…”

    She shook her head and smiled one of her biggest smiles.

    “No you don’t.” She willfully caressed my cock with her pussy. “Now shut up and put some more of your hot cum in my horny little cunt, Daddy.”

    “Anything you want, baby girl. Anything you want.”

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    EPILOGUE

    We spent the rest of that night fucking. Nicole showed me mercy and allowed me a couple naps along the way, but I was shooting blanks for most of it. I still can’t get over how much sex that girl needs. Beyond that, I’m just happy that she’s so good at getting me hard even when I think I’ve reached my limit. I ended up booking the hotel room for another night and we got more than our money’s worth out of it.

    I can’t really say things returned to normal over the next couple of weeks at home only because what we were doing was so far from normal that we couldn’t really be sure what that was anymore. We did, however, find a routine that seemed to work for us. Nicole played at being a wife to me, but she was still very much my daughter. I acted the part of the husband to appease her, though there was an unspoken understanding that I couldn’t simply abandon my responsibilities as her father.

    Nicole slept in my bedroom, making good on her promise to fuck me every night no matter what. She left her room the way it was to keep up appearances in case we ever had guests. Despite the fact that we were fucking, we often indulged in the voyeuristic sex games we played when we had been only fooling around at arm’s length. We both enjoyed jerking off together as much as we ever had. It became a loose rule that we would only masturbate and give each other oral sex during the day and save the fucking for after dark. My whole day felt like one long foreplay session.

    Things at work had even improved. It turns out that it was all the guilt and moral quibbling that was distracting me, not the sex. Once I had accepted my sexual relationship with my daughter, and stopped questioning everything we did, the rest of life just sort of fell neatly into place. Sure, we had to keep things hidden and I couldn’t share the details of my newfound love with anyone, but it didn’t matter. I was whole in a way that I hadn’t been in a very long time, and I didn’t care about society’s condemnation of the intimate life that Nicole and I were creating together. Life was good.

    When I got home from work that Friday, I was looking forward to a weekend of non-stop naked fun with my baby girl. We must have fucked over a hundred times already, but I couldn’t wait to be inside her again. Nicole greeted me at the door with a perverse twinkle in her eye. I was a little disappointed that she was still had on the jeans and sweatshirt she wore to school.

    “Go straight to the bathroom and take a shower,” she instructed as she took my briefcase and jacket. “I’ve got a special night planned for your birthday.”

    “My birthday’s not till next week.”

    She kissed me, grinding her body against mine. “I know, but I couldn’t wait. Now go get cleaned up!”

    I did as I was told, trying to guess what my little girl might have cooked up for tonight. Maybe some sexy new lingerie? Or perhaps she learned a new bedroom trick she wants to show me. I showered and shaved (she says she doesn’t mind when I give her whisker burn while eating her out, but I know she prefers it when my face is nice and smooth when I go down on her). I was dabbing on a little cologne when Nicole came in with a shit-eating grin on her face. She was wearing the slinky robe I had bought for her a few weeks back. I could only imagine what she did or didn’t have on under it.

    “Ready?”

    “You tell me,” I quipped as I reached for my own robe.

    “You won’t be needing that.” She took something out from behind her back. “This is all you’ll be wearing tonight.” Dangling from her finger was a black, silk blindfold.

    “Kinky,” I said, trying not to sound nervous. I didn’t like the idea of giving up control, but I knew I’d willingly put myself in my daughter’s hands and be safe.

    “Oh, you have no idea,” she teased with a promising smile.

    My nymph of a daughter moved behind me and affixed the blindfold, making sure I couldn’t see anything. She hugged me from behind, moving her hands up and down my body, coming tantalizingly close to my growing cock, but veering away at the last second. How had she become such a skilled temptress at such a young age?

    Nicole took my hand and led me toward my, rather our, bedroom. Was she going to try to tie me up? Drip hot candle wax on my nipples? None of that really appealed to me much, but if it was what she wanted, then I was game.

    She had me lie down on our bed and I immediately noticed something was different. Satin sheets. The cool slickness felt great on my skin. She positioned me on my back and gave me a sensual kiss on the lips that was over too soon for my liking. I heard her lighting candles, then came the soft sounds of her shedding her flimsy robe. My imagination ran wild. The next moments stretched out in silent torment as I anticipated what might be coming next.

    I felt the bed shift as she crawled up onto it and made her way up between my legs. My cock was stiff and it jumped with expectation when I felt her warm breath caress my hairless balls.

    “Happy birthday, Daddy,” she cooed just before she began licking and sucking my scrotum.

    Her tongue was adept like no other woman I’d known. Sure, I’d taught her a few things along the way, but she was a natural when it came to giving me pleasure. I wanted to grab her and fuck her, but I held back and tried to simply enjoy the treatment she was serving up to me on this special night.

    She gently suckled each of my balls in her warm mouth, then flitted her tongue down lower coming dangerously close to my asshole. It wasn’t something I’d ever asked for, but if she went there I can’t say I’d be unhappy about it. Just before reaching that ultimate nether zone, she worked her way back up, licking along the length of my shaft and finding my cockhead. The tip of my girl’s tongue tickled along my piss hole, and ran circuits around my flared crown. It was strange not being able to see her doing it, but that only meant I was all the more focused on the actual sensation of it. Who’d have guessed that my 17-year-old daughter would be able to teach this old dog new tricks in the bedroom?

    “You like that, Daddy?” Her voice was sultry in a way that it had never been before.

    “Mmm, I love it. If you’re not careful, I’m going to cum too soon.”

    “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Her lips kissed the tip of my cock, and seconds later I was in her mouth.

    I wasn’t lying when I said I might be close to going off. It usually took me longer to cum from a blowjob than from fucking, but something about tonight, maybe the sheets or the blindfold, had me on a hair trigger. I wanted to stay in the moment and not resort to mentally reciting baseball stats, and so I focused on what she was doing to me and whatever was going to happen would happen.

    She suckled the head of my cock for a few seconds before taking me deeper. My shaft slid between her soft lips, and past her teeth. I felt the tip of my dick against the back of her throat, and then it went further. There were a lot of things my baby girl was good at, but deep throating was not one of them. At least not before tonight. I realized that this was most likely my special birthday surprise that she couldn’t wait to show me. I didn’t know where she picked up this new skill, but I was ecstatic that she did!

    I’d never felt my cock taken completely like that before, and it all but blew my mind. Nicole’s blowjobs were excellent before, but now they were absurdly amazing. I heard her gag a little as she took in the last inch of me, and even that sound was a new kind of turn on. I never wanted to do anything to hurt my baby, but the idea of her choking herself on my cock was almost too much to handle.

    “Oh my God, Nicole, that’s incredible. Don’t stop.”

    As soon as I said the words she slipped my cock out of her mouth and I instantly regretted speaking up. She began kissing her way down my erect shaft and I decided to keep my mouth shut from that point on. She began tonguing my balls again, which was wonderful, but not as good as the deep throating. I waited patiently for her to go back and do that again.

    I didn’t have to wait long. Her mouth left my balls and wrapped around my head once again. My guts clenched knowing what was coming. Inch by inch I slid deeper into my daughter’s mouth and then into her throat. She gagged right away, worse than before, but kept going until she’d taken me all the way. Damn, I couldn’t help but be proud of that girl. Then the world flipped upside down.

    As I reveled in the feeling of being orally engulfed, I felt my balls being licked. How was she doing this? As I tried to piece it together, the tongue moved back down below my balls and once again played across the area just north of my asshole. This was impossible. Unless…

    Unless Nicole wasn’t the only one in the bed with me. There was only one person she would trust enough for this…

    I ripped off the blindfold. In the flickering light of the candles, I could see Nicole at my side with my cock as far down her throat as it would go, and her friend Becca there between my legs as close to licking my asshole as she could be without actually doing it. She looked up and caught my eye.

    “Hello, Mr. Palmer. Happy birthday!”

    “Oh, fuck,” I muttered half in a daze.

    Nicole came off my cock and smiled. “Surprise!” She looked so cute with the drool running down her chin that it was hard to be as angry with her as I should have been.

    “What the hell are you two doing?”

    “We’re sucking your cock. Duh!” My daughter licked the bead of pre-cum that had appeared. “Don’t even try to lie, Daddy. I know you’ve been thinking about Becca ever since you saw her using my dildo in her pussy that day.”

    She had me there, but that wasn’t the point. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’ll get in if anyone finds out I was messing around with an underage girl?”

    “Nicole is only seventeen,” Becca pointed out and gave my balls a soft kiss. “Same as me.”

    “Yeah, but that’s different. She’s my daughter.”

    “And that makes it better?” Becca knew she had me there. My brain was so muddled I didn’t have any chance of forming a rational argument under the circumstances.

    “Don’t worry about anything,” Nicole purred as she stroked my hard-on. “Just relax and let us take care of everything.”

    Becca moved up next to Nicole. They both had on lacey bra and panty sets. I could almost see them out shopping for them together as they planned this whole thing. The two of them together looked more enticing than anything I’d ever seen in my whole life. It was hard not to think of them as two little girls dressing up in their mommy’s lingerie and playacting at being seductive temptresses. I had to hand it to them, they were damned convincing.

    My heart beat a little faster as I watched the two of them embrace, pressing their scantily clad bodies together, and kiss. It was a sight I often enjoyed when watching porn, but this was really happening right in front of me. I never expected to see my daughter like this. It was strange and wonderful at the same time.

    Becca’s bright blond hair contrasted with Nicole’s modest brown shade. Their bodies were similar, but Becca’s tits were at least a cup size bigger, and her butt had more curve to it. My daughter’s hand drifted down to that plump backside and grabbed a handful of cheek. I wanted to grab my cock and start beating off to the scene playing out there on my bed, but I knew I’d cum in a matter of seconds and spoil the fun.

    The girls stopped kissing and began exchanging whispers. Nicole nodded and looked at me.

    “Daddy, Becca wants you to lick her pussy.” They both giggled at that. “I tried to show her how you do it, but I’m not as good at it as you are.”

    “I shouldn’t be doing this,” I reminded myself out loud.

    “Please, Mr. Palmer,” Becca pleaded with a lilting whine. She pulled down the front of her panties, exposing a neatly trimmed patch of light pubic hair and the hint of slit. “I’ve never had my pussy eaten out by a man before, and Nicole won’t stop bragging about how good you are at sucking cunt.”

    “Maybe it would be best if I just watched the two of you fool around instead,” I hedged, not really meaning it.

    “Oh, don’t be such a big poop.” Nicole slid her friend’s panties down off her waist. “Becca’s pussy tastes really good, and I know you want it.” She gave Becca a nudge.

    Becca climbed on top of me, shedding her panties along the way with Nicole’s help. She kept going until she was mounted on my face. Her intimate fragrance filled my senses and I was surprised by how different it was from my daughter’s. She dabbed her pussy against my lips.

    “Go for it, Mr. Palmer. Suck it.”

    I stuck my tongue out and tasted the nectar wetting her opening. There was no turning back after that. I grabbed her hips and pulled her crotch to my face. I took her young cunt into my mouth and began feasting on her tender pussy meat. There was a word used in Victorian porn for performing oral sex on a woman: gamahuche. For some odd reason, I felt like this word described exactly what I was doing to this girl better than any contemporary term for eating pussy.

    It was only after I had nearly become completely lost in Becca’s delicious twat that I considered whether or not I should feel guilty for “cheating” on Nicole. Sure, she was the lead architect of this unholy threesome, but what if she was having second thoughts now that it was a reality? Hearing her squeal and clap her hands somewhere nearby allayed my fears and I gave myself over to the debauchery of the once in a lifetime experience.

    “Oh my God, Nicole, your dad is totally sucking my clit right now. Un-fucking-real.” Even with her creamy thighs clamped over my ears, I could still make out what was being said.

    “Do you believe me now?” Nicole grilled her friend despite being in mid-gamahuche. “He’s the best at eating cunt, isn’t he?”

    “You came close, but your dad is definitely better. Oh, fuuuck, yes!”

    There was no doubt that my daughter was more than okay with me giving her best friend a tongue ride. More than that, I was quite certain she was getting off on it. I felt Nicole return to my cock and resume practicing her deep-throat techniques on me. I pictured Becca teaching her how to take a cock down her throat as she learned by gagging down the dildo that I had bought for her all those months ago. How our world has changed since then.

    Becca gripped a handful of my hair and began humping my face. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your face, Mr. Palmer! Suck it! Suck it! Suuuuuck iiiiiit! Aaaaaaah!”

    It was funny how she sounded a lot like Nicole when she came. I could easily tell them apart, but it was obvious how much they influenced each other while they learned about sex together. I kept my mouth locked to Becca’s cunt until I knew she couldn’t take any more, then released her. She was laughing and panting and quivering from the waist down.

    “Oh, wow, Mr. Palmer. That was crazy. Fucking out of this world crazy.”

    I kissed her inner thigh and gently nuzzled her swollen lips as she recovered. She didn’t move, content to let me continue playing with her as long as I was willing. I didn’t want to admit how happy I was that Nicole had violated our pact of secrecy. As good as messing around with my daughter was, this was even better.

    “You ready for this?” Nicole was wagging my cock back and forth, apparently offering it to her friend.

    “Not yet, I’m still feeling the buzz from that first one.” Becca fell to the side in a heap of loose body parts. I was gratified to see that her bra had come off at some point during the festivities. “I wanna watch you fuck your dad first. God, this is the kinkiest thing ever.”

    “How should I do it?” Nicole asked as she wiggled out of her panties and bra.

    “Stand up…yeah, like that. Now squat down on his cock. Oh, yeah, perfect. I can totally see everything.” Becca sidled up next to me so she could get the best vantage. “Now bounce up and down nice and slow. Fucking awesome.”

    I couldn’t have agreed more. Nicole was on top as much as I was when we fucked, but she’d never done it in a squatting position. Her pussy was even tighter than normal, and it provided an excellent view of all the action. I watched my cock repeatedly disappear into her heavenly cunt and couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

    “Look at that, Mr. Palmer.” Her hand made circles on my chest, zeroing in on one of my nipples. “That’s your daughter’s pussy wrapped around your cock right now. Don’t you love it?”

    “Mmm, I do. I shouldn’t, but fuck I do love it.”

    Becca laughed and licked my nipple. “What about you, Nicole? What does it feel like to have your dad’s cock in your pussy?”

    “I can’t even tell you how great it is.” Nicole didn’t miss a beat as she bounced up and down on my erection, coating it with a fresh helping of juice each time. “It’s like for the longest time you had this impossible thing you wanted, and all of the sudden you have it for real. I love it so much. My daddy’s cock is the best!”

    “You lucky bitch,” Becca sniped. Her hand roamed down my belly, her fingers reaching to my pubic hair. “My dad is such a lame-o that even if I wanted to fuck him, he probably wouldn’t have the balls to do it.” She rubbed her friend’s clit as she rode my cock. Nicole slowed her pace so she could enjoy the added attention.

    Every guy fantasizes about having two girls at once. I admit that I’d always been a little intimidated by the idea. It’s enough of a challenge to satisfy one woman, much less two. But I hadn’t factored in the fact that there would always be at least one other person to help me out in that regard. Watching Becca play with my daughter’s cunt as she fucked me was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Even so, I had a feeling that apex was going to be topped at least a few more times before the night was finished.

    “I think your dad is going to cum soon,” Becca tittered. She brought her fingers up to my lips so I could smell and taste Nicole on them. “Are you, Mr. Palmer? Are you going to cum?”

    “Yes,” I groaned. “Can’t believe I’ve lasted this long…”

    “I want you to cum inside her.” She put her lips close to my ear and whispered. “I want to see you cum inside your daughter’s tight cunt.”

    It was all too much to hold back any longer. I surged up off the bed, jamming my cock up inside Nicole as she slammed down to meet me. She screamed, I yelled, and Becca cheered us on. I came so hard it made my balls hurt. Every muscle in my body was tensed as I pumped my girl’s pussy full of cum. The spasms continued even after I had spent my last drop inside her.

    As soon as I was done, Nicole jumped off of me and was on her back. Becca quickly left my side. She moved between my daughter’s open legs and began lapping at her pussy. It was almost like they’d practiced this move in anticipation of this moment.

    Nicole saw my quizzical look. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, Becca’s a perverted sicko. She’s been talking about eating your cum out of my pussy ever since I first told her how we jerked off together.”

    There was a loud slurping noise as Becca sucked my jizz from my baby girl’s fuck hole. She turned to me, a mix of sex juices coating her cheeks, and smiled. “Wanna try some, Mr. Palmer?”

    “Ah, no, thanks.”

    “You don’t know what you’re missing,” she said and went in for another big slurp.

    Nicole watched her friend sucking her pussy with decadent glee. I could only imagine the things these two had gotten up to over the past years during what I thought were innocent sleep overs. I could never bear picturing what my daughter did with her boyfriends, but for some reason I had no issues imagining her playing with Becca. Right about then I noticed how Becca’s ass was on display right in front of me. I acted on impulse, first wetting my finger in her sopping pussy.

    “Holy fuck, Nicole, your dad just put his finger in my ass!”

    “He loves playing with assholes as much as we do. Don’t you, Daddy?”

    “It depends on the asshole,” I joked and twisted my finger.

    “Oh, shit,” Becca moaned. “This is turning out to be the best night of my life.” She went back to sucking my cum out of my daughter’s cunt as I plumbed her asshole with my finger.

    My cock should have been going limp at this point, but it was as hard as ever. Apparently the natural alternative to Viagra was two naked teenage girls in your bed. How many guys wouldn’t want a prescription for that?

    “Are you ready to fuck Becca, Daddy?” Nicole asked. I’d never seen her so giddy with excitement before.

    “Only if you want me to,” I answered.

    “We’ve been talking about this forever. I might even want it more than she does.”

    “No fucking way,” Becca argued. “I’ve been wanting your dad’s cock since the first time I saw him. Way before you started thinking about doing him.”

    Nicole’s face scrunched up in a peculiar way. “You know what? You’re right. I never thought anything like this was really possible with my dad until you started talking about it.” She grabbed her friend’s face and forced her to look up from her crotch. “This was your whole plan all along, wasn’t it?”

    Becca giggled. “You’re welcome!”

    “Sorry, Daddy, it looks like we’ve been played.” Nicole shoved Becca’s face back down into her cunt. “This bitch tricked me into fucking you just so she could get invited in on the action.”

    I got up onto my knees and positioned myself behind my daughter’s scheming friend. “Then I guess there’s only one thing left to do.” I drove my hard cock into Becca’s pussy from behind. “Give her what she wants.”

    It gave me chills hearing the way Becca cried out as I penetrated her with force. It was a sublime combination of pain and joy. I wasn’t sure how many years she’d been harboring this desire, but tonight was the night she got what she’d been wanting. I hooked a hand over one of her shoulders and pulled her back onto my cock. The animal noise it evoked from her only inspired me more. I impaled her again, intending to hurt her only because I somehow knew it was what she wanted. Her whimpering cry told me I had achieved the desired effect.

    “Fuck her, Daddy! Fuck that slutty cunt till she begs for mercy!” Nicole was humping her friend’s face as I rammed her from behind. “Show her what it’s like to fuck a real man!”

    I’d heard my daughter talking dirty more times than I could count, but she was almost maniacal with sadistic lust in that moment.

    “Fuck her cunt, Daddy! Fuck Becca’s dirty whore cunt!” Nicole began shaking all over and making the kinds of noises I’d come to know so well. “Ah ah ah aaaaaah! Shit, yeah!”

    I watched my baby girl cum in her friend’s mouth and once again tried to wrap my head around just how lucky I was. Not only was the sexiest woman I’d ever been with, but she was opening up new experiences for me that I thought I was long past having any chance of discovering. Nicole turned around and exchanged a passionate tongue kiss with Becca, tasting her own pussy juices, then she turned again and lay on her back. It took me a moment to figure out what she was up to, but as she wiggled her naked little body beneath her friend’s, I sorted it out.

    It didn’t take long for Nicole to settle into her new position. The girls were now 69ing, with my daughter’s face only inches below where my cock was repeatedly plunging into Becca’s cunt.

    “How’s the view down there?” I asked.

    “Amazing,” she replied immediately. My daughter looked around my pumping shaft and gave me a wink before licking my balls as they swung back and forth.

    After about half a minute of us all enjoying our current sexual configuration, Becca spoke up. “You can cum inside me if you want, Mr. Palmer. I’m totally on the pill and everything.”

    I wasn’t sure what “and everything” entailed, but I was having too much fun to think about the annoying details, like how much trouble I’d be in if I knocked up this under aged sex bunny. I would probably have blown my load in her even if she wasn’t on birth control. I was just about at the bottom of that slippery slope. I couldn’t go much lower…at least not until I had a granddaughter someday.

    “You want me to cum inside you?” I growled and plugged her good.

    “Yes, Mr. Palmer!”

    “You want me to fill your dirty cunt with my sperm?”

    “Fuck, yes!” Becca dipped her head down and sucked Nicole’s pussy for a few desperate seconds before coming up suddenly. “Holy sit, I’m going to cum again!”

    “Go ahead, cum on Daddy’s cock,” I said with deep-throated lust. I realized right away how strange what I’d said sounded, but it set Becca off like nothing else had so far. She began fucking me back like a wild thing in heat. I looked down to see that Nicole was doing all she could to suck on her clit. Between my cock and my daughter’s mouth, it was no wonder this girl was cumming so quickly.

    “Fuck me, Daddy!” Becca screamed. “I love it! I love Daddy’s big cock in my cuuuuuunt!” She bucked her way through another orgasm, losing all voluntary control of her body for a few glorious moments.

    “Go ahead, Daddy, cum inside her.” It was Nicole’s voice urging me on.

    I wasn’t going to have much difficulty giving her what she wanted. I’d been on the verge for the past minute, doing all I could to hold out until I got Becca off. I focused on my cock and the reality that I was humping an adorable 17-year-old girl just above my daughter’s face. And if that wasn’t enough, Becca reached around and spread her ass cheeks, giving me a beautiful view of her tiny pink rosebud.

    “Take it, you horny little slut!” I called out despite myself. “Take my fucking cock all the way!” I rammed into her deep and unleashed what I had left in my balls inside of her. How is it possible that cumming into a cunt can feel as inconceivably awesome as it does? Nicole was pushing me back almost before I was done.

    I pulled back. As my cockhead slipped out of Becca’s pussy, a stream of fresh jizz spilled out with it. Nicole was in the perfect spot to catch it all in her open mouth. Damn, if I only had a video camera at that moment! My daughter hungrily went for her friend’s cunt and eagerly ate the creampie I’d just given her. Meanwhile, Becca was still holding her ass open. Without thinking, I joined my baby in the carnal feast.

    As soon as my tongue swiped across Becca’s asshole she squealed with delight. “Yes! More! Don’t stop!” I had no intention of stopping and began giving her dainty butthole the full oral treatment. With Nicole sucking her pussy and me sucking her ass, the poor girl didn’t stand a chance. She was convulsing through another orgasm in a matter of seconds. Neither of us let up, and she went off for the third time in less than a minute. “Okay, okay! I give! I can’t take any more!”

    We then arranged ourselves so that I was lying on my back with each of them cuddled up on either side of me. Everyone was pleasantly weak after our exertions. Becca casually fondled my balls while Nicole lovingly toyed with my limp shaft.

    “Mmm, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Becca sighed dreamily. “I thought Nicole was exaggerating, but you’ve got a great cock, Mr. Palmer, and you really know how to use it.”

    “How are you liking your birthday present so far?” Nicole asked me.

    “I wasn’t so sure at first, but it turned out to be exactly what I always wanted.” I squeezed the two girls tighter to me in a double hug.

    My daughter kissed me, working her tongue playfully into my mouth. I could faintly taste my own cum and didn’t mind at all. “I knew you’d like fucking Becca’s sexy pussy almost as much as mine.”

    “Almost?” Becca protested. “New pussy is always better, isn’t it, Mr. Palmer?” My daughter’s friend came up for a kiss, and I was treated to the flavor of my jizz that came from Nicole’s creampie. A guy could get used to being spoiled like this.

    “Let’s not fight, ladies. You both have equally amazing pussies, but if you two can get this old man’s cock hard again we can give it another round and see if we can break the tie.”

    Becca was going down on my soft tool before we knew it. Nicole kissed me on the cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”

    “Love you, too, baby girl,” I said as she sunk down to take her place sucking my balls, now sticky with a mix of our bodily fluids.

    I stretched out and let the girls work on me with their mouths. My hand hit something hard under one of the pillows. I pulled it out and saw that it was Nicole’s sex toy. Funny how it was this phallic bit of rubber and electronics that started it all.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    As soon as they got me hard enough, the girls took turns riding my cock. They managed to get me off a couple more times before I passed out for the night. I woke up in the morning to the lovely sight of Nicole and Becca fingering each other. I jerked off as they mutually pleasured one another, then relaxed while they licked the spent cum from my belly and cock. I briefly wondered if I could arrange for Becca to move in with us.

    The three of us fucked, sucked and masturbated until Becca had to go home for dinner. Her dad came to pick her up. The dopey schlub had no idea what I had been doing to his daughter over the previous eighteen hours. Nicole and I were naked again as soon as they left. She wondered with a wicked giggle if Becca’s dad noticed that our house reeked of hot pussy. We spent the rest of the evening dozing in bed and making love each time we regained enough strength to do so.

    Life was better than ever after that day. Becca would come by a couple times a week. Sometimes we’d all fuck, but other days the girls would play by themselves in Nicole’s room. I loved hearing their girly screams of delight echoing through the house, and every once in a while I’d peek in and jerk off to whatever they were doing. They never minded putting on a show for me.

    I still had occasional doubts about what was happening, but the angst and guilt had pretty much subsided. There were periodic long talks about what we were doing and where it was all going. The girls decided to go to the same college, which was only about two hours away. They managed to get assigned as roommates in the dorm, which I wasn’t sure was a great idea when it came to focusing on their studies. But they convinced me that I had to at least give them a chance.

    Nicole insisted that I should come pick her up most weekends and bring her home so we could fuck each other’s brains out as much as possible. Of course, Becca would be joining us every few visits. I had a feeling this plan wasn’t going to hold up once they discovered college parties, and college boys. But, until then, I was going to enjoy the ride while it lasted. Like the night before their high school graduation, when Nicole and Becca appeared at my bedroom door naked.

    “Mr. Palmer, can we ask you for a favor?” the blond vixen asked innocently.

    “How can I say no when you’re dressed like that?”

    This was followed by some giggling and nudging as each tried to get the other to speak up first.

    Nicole lost the wordless negotiation. “Becca was wondering if you’d help us try something we’ve never done before.”

    “Like what?”

    There was some more giggling and jostling before Becca turned around, bent over slightly and spread her ass cheeks. I never got tired of seeing that girl’s cute little butthole.

    “Becca wants you to fuck us both in the ass,” Nicole explained giddily, before turning around and presenting her own pretty asshole for my consideration.

    Ah, yes. It was definitely going to be an enjoyable ride while it lasted, all thanks to my daughter’s dildo.


    THE END


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    Fantastic story. I already said I loved it after reading about 1/4, but once I finished it I want to say it is even better than I thought then.

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