My Daughter’s Dildo 4

My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 4 of 8
by DirtyMindedMinx

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 free fall as I hurtled down the world’s highest roller coaster. 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 my 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 amazing 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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19 thoughts on “My Daughter’s Dildo 4

  1. WOW!!! I’ve been reading your stories for a while. I thought you gave up after the 3rd chapter, but boy am I glad you kept going!!! y This story is making me horny beyond belief, so keep it cumming!! :)

  2. You know how much I have waited for the fourth installment and it was everything I had hoped for. Well, almost everything. That’s why I loved the ending that hints to the next chapter. Can’t wait :)

  3. HOT!!!!…..I can’t wait to see what happens next between Nicole and Daddy. Keep up the good work!!

  4. Scorching doesn’t do this chapter justice. Very drawn out, extremely erotic and titillating. Definitely an interesting turn of events finding out about him and his mother. Guess those sort of feelings run in the family. Your creative juices are definitely overflowing in this particular chapter. Heh.

    Hm, I wonder how many times you had to stop and satisfy an “itch” while writing this…

  5. I never really had an interest in father daughter incest. But after reading your latest work in Literotica, I followed your instructions to get here. I think you may be among the best erotic literature writers I’ve enjoyed reading. I came twice tonight (thank you). You have an amazing talent. In time you’ll gather more followers.
    The seductions you develop are enjoyable to follow and your pace is just right. I really enjoyed the “Chad” series, especially the twist with the son’s girlfriend being gay.
    I don’t know how you keep up the output. But I’d wait for work this good. My favorite is mother son incest and you’ve done so well with that.
    Do you think the grandmother will get involved in this series. I know only time will tell.
    I really appreciate your writing style and editing. It is so nice to read well crafted work. You’re easy to follow and a pleasure to read.
    Do you wear a diaper when you write or sit on a towel?

  6. That was so hot I was sweating and like a rock, throbbing and leaking like a teenager.

  7. the words dissappeared and it was just such a great experiance. i love masturbation stories. I was hard the whole time I was reading.
    Please keep writing.

    lol
    R

  8. You have to be one of the best erotic writers on the planet. I enjoyed every moment of the story, so hot.

  9. neeeeeed moreee. Please Rachael. bless us with more sexually tantalizing stories.

  10. Racheal. Thanks so much for the link here. You write an amazing story. I was soaked by the time I got to part 2.

  11. This story just keeps on cumming! The dialog is near perfect. The little twists make it so difficult to not take a break and shake it off. It’s a good thing this dirty minded dad didn’t have daughters. On to the next chapter!

  12. Beautifully written. I usually don’t cum when I read erotic stories but your creative and brilliantly detailed writing had me busting a nut halfway through this chapter (4). You are very good at this and probably quite a tiger in the bedroom – or wherever, lol. Thanks babe! I’ll be back…

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