Charlotte’s Dildo
by Mystic47
I opened the door wide enough to let the hall light shine on Charlotte and got the shock of my life. She was lying nude on top of the covers, a small dildo clutched in her left hand. The girl was asleep so didn’t see or hear my reaction. I stared, stunned for a few seconds, then backed into the hall and closed the door, my mind was blank, I wasn’t thinking, I was only fixed on the image of my daughter lying naked on the bed with a sex toy in her fist. After a few moments of calming quiet, I cautiously opened the door again to see if my imagination was playing tricks on me. Nope, there she was, in all her glory, holding a dildo. I started breathing again then began to look at her. My daughter was about 5’3, but my wife and I agreed she was still growing. She weighed maybe 100 pounds and up till that moment, I wasn’t too concerned about how the weight was distributed. I looked her up and down, my eyes taking in the soft, perfectly round mounds of her breasts, the coat-button sized areolas with smallish nipples. She tapered from shoulders to a waist that couldn’t have been more than 24 inches around, then her hips flared wide to the top of her thighs. Her stomach was youthful flat to the slight mound of her pelvis, the top of her pussy slit was visible through a thin cover of curly light brown hair. Her slender thighs were angled apart so I could see her vagina from top to ass, the folds of her pussy looked rounded, full, mature. The inner lips, the labia, were peeking from the slit of her cunt. Except for a constellation of four small birthmarks under her left breast, her body, her skin, was flawless and smooth. I moved my eyes to the dildo, it was maybe five inches long and shaped like a genuine erection, it even had a set of balls. The tan toy didn’t look like a vibrator, just a hand-operated fake prick. I stood rooted in the doorway staring at the scene on the bed, knowing I should leave, but unable to make my feet move. I finally regained my senses, moved away, and closed the door again. As I went to my room only one thought occupied my mind; my daughter had grown up in the time it took me to open, then close her door.
I thought about telling my wife what I had seen but quickly tucked that thought away. I’m pretty sure she would try to confront her daughter just then; I didn’t think that waking Charlotte and raising a ruckus about a sex toy at 10:30 on a school night was the best idea. After reassuring my wife the kids were all safe and snuggled in their beds, she dozed off, but I lay on my back, unable to sleep. The room was dark, but I didn’t need any light as I stared at the memory of Charlotte’s body. She sure as hell didn’t look that ripe when she was flitting around the house in clothes. I didn’t know what to do with my discovery and the longer I thought, the more questions arose in my mind. Should I ignore it? Investigate further? Tell her mother? What was she doing with that dildo, had she gone all the way, use it to pop her cherry, or was she still modest enough to be experimenting? Was she messing around with the skinny, knuckle-dragging, vacant-eyed, teen boys she was hanging with? My daddy concerns were on high alert and I knew I should do something.
About 4 that morning I slunk back to my daughter’s room and eased open the door. Charlotte was cuddled under her blanket, snuggled into her pillow. I stepped to the bed and looked down on her pretty profile, and for the first time, saw my child as an alluring female, not my girl. Ashamed of the rush that tickled my nuts, I shifted back from the bed where my barefoot stepped on something cool and rubbery, I looked down to see the dildo poking from under my toes. I picked it up gingerly then did something that shamed me even more. I put her play prick to my nose to see if I could catch her scent, again my balls stirred. I had to escape my thoughts so I bolted back to bed, I wasn’t aware that I still held the plastic prick until I lay down. Unsure of what to do with it, I dropped it behind the bedside stand, to the floor against the wall. I didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. That morning, I was in the kitchen pouring a much-needed cup of coffee when a loud explosion of voices echoed through the house, “Which one of you was in my room last night!?” Charlotte was yelling at the twins.
They denied in unison, “Not me.”
“Don’t lie you little creeps, one of you, probably both had to be in my room, I know it!”
My wife jumped in, “Charlotte, what the hell are you yelling about?”
“They were in my room mom, they had to have sneaked in when I was sleeping.”
“Why would you think that?” asked my wife.
Charlotte’s voice dropped about 20 decibels, “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.” Just as her mother came to the kitchen, I heard my daughter threaten her brothers, “One of you took something from my room, I want it back or you’ll both catch a lot of hell from me.” I immediately knew what she was missing.
Charlotte was edgy that morning. It was only after the twins left for the school bus that she regained some composure, was a little more at ease. Again, my wife asked her what her problem was, but our daughter assumed one of her puberty-driven Stephen King personalities and snarled at her. After a short confrontation, the girl left for classes too, my wife Pearl came to me, “She’s being impossible! What the hell is wrong with the little terror? You have to talk to her Will, I can’t anymore.”
At that moment I knew I wouldn’t tell my wife about Charlotte’s new hobby, but I started to chuckle, Pearl looked at me, “What’s so funny?”
“Do you know what your dad says about the years you were a teenager?”
My wife wasn’t in a mood to be reflecting on her childhood, “No, what?” she grumbled.
“He’s told me a couple of times, that from the time you started puberty until you were about seventeen, he was not a husband and father, he was a referee. Now I know what he was saying.”
Pearl growled at me, “Not funny.” I thought it very amusing.
For three more days the hostility between Charlotte and the twins was deep enough to drown any family relationship. Pearl and Charlotte weren’t doing much better, I was the only one my daughter would interact with without snapping and snarling like a wounded animal. I knew what was bothering her, but wasn’t sure how to set things right again. I thought about putting the damn fuck toy back in her room, but even that might not work, she would still think her brothers had it and would continue to hate them. The whole crisis came to a head on Saturday afternoon when my wife warned me, “Get your daughter out of the house and talk her down. I’m ready to beat her into a body cast!”
“Charlotte, let’s get out of here, I’ll buy you an ice cream.” She and I had been using ice-cream parlors as a setting for many father/daughter talks. Many times, we enjoyed cones at Baskin-Robbins without brothers or her mother; clearing up problems, or just bonding.
She had a double-dip cup in front of her and took the first taste when I asked as if I didn’t know, “What’s going on sweetie, why are you so edgy these last few days?”
She blushed red, averted her eyes while trying to come up with a plausible answer, “I don’t know dad, the boys are just being brats.”
“Is your mom being a brat too?”
She looked up at me, exasperated, “Daddy, she’s always taking their side, she thinks I hate them all the time.”
“Don’t you?”
I had to smile when she grumbled, “Not all the time, no, but this week for sure.”
It was time to let her know I knew her secret, that her sex toy was missing, that she shouldn’t be blaming the boys. I pulled a small box out of my jacket pocket and put it on the table, “Here, maybe this will help you calm down.”
She lit up with a smile, she liked getting unexpected gifts, “You got me something?” The smile disappeared seconds later, just after she opened the box. She was looking at her dildo lying on a bed of cotton. Charlotte’s face scorched red, her eyes went as wide as saucers, she froze in place, she wasn’t breathing. Slowly she lifted her stunned eyes to mine, dropped the box then scrambled from the booth and out the door. I wasn’t surprised by her reaction, I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be, ‘Oh thanks, I missed this’.
She wasn’t in the car when I got in, my daughter had fled to parts unknown so I pulled onto the street and kept an eye out for her as I cruised slowly. She made it almost two city blocks before I found her; I pulled up next to her, “Charlotte, get in, you can’t run away from this.”
“I’ll never get in a car with you again, get away!” She yelled loud enough that some woman walking near scoured me with an evil eye, she saw a middle-aged man harassing a young girl on the street so she punched 911 into her phone, she was going to report me. I pulled away to the next corner then got out of the car and waited for Charlotte. When she got close, I stopped her, “You have to get in the car before the cops show up.”
“I hope they do!”
I didn’t get mad like her mother does, “Really? You want me to tell them why you’re mad?” I pulled the box out of my pocket again, “This might not look good for me at first, but after a few minutes of good cop/bad cop routine they would know whose this is; get in Charlotte, I’m not going to beat you or embarrass you anymore.”
With an attitude a mile wide and twice as deep, my daughter pulled open her door then slammed it closed. I got into the car then drove quickly from the woman, who was coming closer with the phone stuck to her ear. As we left, I was hoping she didn’t get my license for the police.
The house wouldn’t be a good place to take her so I headed across town to a city park, we could sit by Loon Lake and talk out the mess her dildo had made. As I drove, my daughter picked up the box then cautiously peeked inside again, she bloomed red once more then put a fingertip on it, like she was saying hello to an old friend. She looked up at me, “Did you take this from my room?”
“It was on the floor when I came in to tuck you in.”
“Did you show it to mom?”
“No sweetheart, so far it’s just me who knows you have that.”
She took a deep breath, sighed it out as relief and resignation combined, “Thanks for not telling her.” Charlotte leaned on the window, staring at nothing, saying nothing, for the rest of the drive to the park.
We sat on a bench facing the lake, watching ducks paddle past, “I guess I don’t need to start a conversation about the facts of life, do I?”
“No, I think between mom and other places I know enough.”
“Other places? Like boys?”
Charlotte grinned cheerlessly, she was becoming less agitated, “No daddy, no boys. Just my friends and movies and stuff.”
I was relieved to hear she hadn’t taken the final step, but I had a hundred questions crowding on my tongue waiting to be asked. I sensed had to be slow, delicate, with her, “How long have you had that, where did you get it?”
“A couple of months ago me and Mallory went online and bought it, she got one too, only it’s black.” She grinned with feeling for the first time, “I had to put in my birthday so I made one up like I was nineteen. After that, I was the first to check the mail every day until it came.”
“Online? I don’t normally see ads for sex toys online, where were you looking, on porn sites?” Once again, she colored from cheeks down her neck, she didn’t need to answer the question. My daughter looked at porn. Sitting beside her, I checked the legs extended from her skirt and felt a tension tighten my balls. I recalled the image of her nude on the bed and the tension extended to my prick. I had to change the subject, “Look girl, your secret is safe, I won’t tell your mom. I know full well if she knew you have that, there would be hours of lectures neither of us would enjoy. You can keep your toy and do whatever you do with it, my lips are sealed.”
She buoyed as if a huge weight was lifted from her, but only mumbled quietly, “Promise?”
“Pinky Promise.”
“Thanks dad.” She caught my eyes with hers for a moment while she thought; her secret was out and since I didn’t throw a fit or condemn her, she felt safe enough to ask, “I don’t do anything with boys, but I get curious, I have questions about them and how they think about girls. If I asked you some questions, would you answer them?”
“Right now?”
“No, later, right now I need to go home and be nice to mom.”
“And your brothers.”
She gave me a fully relaxed grin, “Maybe, but they’re still loathsome cretins.”
There was a cop car in front of the house, Pearl was standing on the lawn talking to an officer; the woman had seen my license. Charlotte and I went to the cop and in a few minutes explained the situation; satisfied I wasn’t some kind of sexual predator or abusing my family, she left. As the cruiser pulled away Pearl asked, “What the hell was that all about?”
Charlotte put a hand on her mother’s arm, “I was fighting with daddy on the street and some woman called it in.”
“Are you two still fighting?”
“No mom, I’m done fighting with everybody, let’s go in the house.” Pearl shot me a look of gratitude that her daughter was again part of the family.
Two weeks went by and Charlotte and I regained our normal comfort level when she and I were together. I wanted desperately to ask her what she was doing when the lights were out, but propriety kept me mum. It was another Saturday when she approached me in the backyard, I shut down the mower as she came to me, “Dad, can we talk?”
“Sure, what about?”
Her eyes flitted from the ground to the sky, “About, uh, you know, about my thing.”
“Thing?”
She looked at me annoyed, “Dildo.”
Well at least she was being blunt, not evasive, “What about it?”
She surprised me by asking, “Does mom have something like that?”
“Uh, well, yes, if you need to know.”
“Like mine?”
“Yes, an erection shaped dildo, a bit larger than yours, and it vibrates.”
Charlotte looked around, took a nervous breath then looked back at me, “Do you help her with them sometimes?”
I didn’t know where her curiosity was going but I wasn’t about to tell her to go away, what her mother and I did in the dark was too private, “Sometimes, they can be a fun diversion when we make love.”
She began to blush and I could see her struggling to tell me, “I kind of use mine a little but I haven’t gone all the way.”
Even though I knew what she was saying, the pervert within wanted to hear the words, “All the way?”
Charlotte flustered, sipped a breath then let it out as a rush of air, “I never put it in me, I’m scared to, it might hurt, I might bleed and it would freak me out.”
My daughter and I had been on the same wavelength since she was young, I knew what she was trying to say, “So, what are you saying girl, you don’t want to be alone if you use it properly?”
She was visibly shaking, beet red in the face as she very quietly asked, “Can you help me daddy, if you help mom, can you show me how it’s supposed to work too?”
A hundred different responses flooded my mind, my nuts tightened up, my prick flexed with an erotic shock, my mind’s eye magnified the memory of Charlotte naked and lying on her bed. I felt a shiver run up my spine as she looked at me, pensive, awaiting my answer, “Are you sure that’s what you want?” She didn’t say anything but dropped her eyes to the lawn, her cheeks were still burning when she nodded then turned and ran back into the house. Charlotte left the house shortly after she propositioned me and I was glad because the couple of times I saw her before she left, my prick reacted to her. Not a full-blown, tent my pants erection, but a swelling that tickled with thrills; half hard. If she had been in my sight longer, I would have tented my pants.
Another week passed; she didn’t say anything and I didn’t approach her, but I did sneak peeks into her room after she went to bed. I didn’t see her toy, but I did manage to see her sweet teen body again. Twice I stood by the bed and admired her delightful feminine features as she slept. One of those nights I seduced my wife, which was my unspoken explanation for having an erection when I went to bed. The next Friday night Charlotte was out with friends, Pearl took the twins to an Avengers movie so I was alone. I gravitated to my daughter’s room and sat at the desk and her laptop. I sat for a few moments, absorbing the teen girl environment, then opened the computer and booted it. In moments I was looking at ‘password’. Hmm, what might she use? I tried her name, her birthday, and a couple of obvious words. It was when I typed in ‘Furball’ that her home screen opened. Furball is her cat.
I snooped in documents and found only schoolwork, but the pictures folder was a bit more interesting. I sat and viewed a few dozen selfies of my daughter in several stages of dress, or undress. There were a lot of family album-type pictures, but those didn’t capture my attention like her nudity, partial or all, didn’t matter. There were also a few pictures of her best friend Mallory. Mallory too wasn’t timid about disrobing for the camera either. Mallory was just as riveting in bra and panties as Charlotte, maybe more so, because the enchanting young blonde wasn’t my daughter. I couldn’t decide which girl had the more appealing body so I studied the two teens meticulously for fifteen minutes. I zoomed in on each for closeup perspectives on all parts of their bodies, it was a tossup, both were pretty, both were hot. Charlette had more appealing breasts, but Mallory was taller, a bit leggier. The pretty young brunette could make me forget I’m a middle-aged, married man. My prick was half warm steel when I moved on to the next file.
The next folder I searched was ‘Videos’; there were several, but the ones I paid attention to were three recent videos of Charlotte; Charlotte and Mallory; Charlotte, Mallory and their new dildos. I watched several minutes of the two girls dancing and displaying while disrobing, then playing some non-sexual grab ass. The third video was an introduction to their new sex toys. Both girls giggled and blushed while showing off their dildos then shyly putting them between their lips and legs. While I had a strong physical reaction to the three increasingly graphic videos, I sincerely hoped that the only place they could be found was on Charlotte’s computer.
I didn’t have all day to drool over the two, so I moved on. I didn’t bother with social media accounts but I opened her browser then went to the history file. Charlotte didn’t delete her internet history so two weeks’ worth of web information popped up. I settled down to see what my daughter and her friend surfed. It didn’t take me long to find her porn sites. The most popular seemed to be a site that was suited more for women than men. There were beefcake men in various poses and clothing, including nude. Pictures and videos of male genitals, hard and soft, populated the web page, then I found an assortment of videos that showed just women’s hands fondling pricks until they became erections. Another site offered only women and their toys, for half an hour I sat and browsed my daughter’s fantasies, watching the fair sex fuck and suck plastic pricks of all sizes, colors, and shapes. The only thing I didn’t see was real man and woman action. Maybe she looked at the sex act on another site, but the ones I saw were void of that trend. Before I quit the computer, I went back to the videos; Charlotte and Mallory dancing nude and teasing themselves with dildos, I regained full manhood status as I fantasized about sliding my cock deep into Mallory. I had to quit the computer because Pearl and the boys would be home soon, but I knew I would be back. Back to look for more soft-porn videos in which my daughter and her friend were the star attractions.
When I left her room, I was hooked on the idea of teaching my daughter how to use her dildo properly. I waited for a few more days but Charlotte hadn’t said a word, hadn’t indicated in any way she was ready to experiment. I was having a hard time being her father, especially when she would wear tight jeans or curve-clinging red yoga pants. My daughter’s shape and form drew my eyes like magnets. It was even harder to maintain my disinterest when Mallory came to visit. If she was wearing a skirt, I had to forcibly keep my eyes from her very womanly legs. For a while, Charlotte’s friend was number one on my list of fantasy women, but the longer I thought about my daughter, her proximity, the dildo, the pictures, and videos, she edged past her friend to the top spot of my daydreams.
We were in a restaurant having a family night, Charlotte was sitting opposite me at the table, the boys were keeping themselves occupied, Pearl was texting a friend. I looked up and into my daughter’s face. She locked her eyes on mine and I felt a shock of electricity shiver down my spine and settle in my loins; I could read her thoughts. It struck me right in the balls; she had invited the intimacy, made her wishes clear, but now it was up to me to take the lead, after all, I was her father, it is natural that I teach her; she challenged me to action with her eyes. I knew in that one glance, whatever happened, it was up to me, she wouldn’t be the aggressor. My daughter saw that her unspoken message had been received, she smiled softly, her eyes flickered, then she looked away to be sure her mother hadn’t seen the exchange. The sensual rush I felt was similar to the first plunge down a steep rollercoaster, my prick was swollen through dinner.
Once I understood how the game was to be played, I waited for an opportunity to get my daughter alone with her dildo. Days later Pearl was going to a baby shower; the twins were invited to a friend’s house for a sleepover, which meant the house would be empty of distractors. I went to see my daughter as she was getting ready to leave. She had put on light makeup, wore a red mid-thigh length skirt over black leggings, and was searching in her closet for a sweater when I came in, “Charlotte, got a moment?”
As she turned to me my eyes riveted to her breasts, she wore only a light yellow bra covered with ‘Forget me Not’ flowers. Not fucking likely. Her long light brown ponytail swished across her back, “Yeah, what’s up?” She ***********ed a sweater and held it up, partially covering her tits while facing me, she didn’t seem embarrassed.
“Are you going somewhere important?”
She stepped away from the closet to watch her reflection put the sweater on in a mirror, “Uh, not really, me and Mallory are going to hang out with Joan and Joyce.”
She shrugged the sweater on then pulled it to fit her body, “Why don’t you stay home tonight, your mom and brothers will be gone?” Damn it, I couldn’t get my eyes off her tits.
Charlotte stopped moving, she stared at me, her face scorched red, she shuddered a breath, paused, then said quietly, “Okay, I guess I can.” She shivered once, then added, “I’ll call Mallory.” I had to leave the room before she saw my reaction to her answer.
An hour later it was just me and my provocative daughter in the house, we had at least four hours alone. My cock didn’t believe that what I was about to do with my girl was educational, not sexual; I hated to disappoint him, but he wouldn’t be involved, I wouldn’t let him. After the goodbyes were said and the door closed, I went looking for Charlotte. She was in her room, sitting at her vanity looking at nothing; that she was nervous was apparent, she was visibly shaking. I sat on the end of her bed and invited her to sit next to me. She sat carefully, looking like a rabbit about to bolt from a fox. Her eyes met mine, I tried to calm her, “You look nice tonight, very much a woman, very pretty.”
Referring to her as a woman had the effect I was hoping for, her eyes softened slightly, she offered me a minimal smile, took a calming breath, and mumbled, “Thanks.”
We both knew why I was there so there was no sense in hinting or trying to ease into the situation, “Where’s your toy?” Charlotte laid back on the bed and reached over her head then put a hand under a pillow as I admired the soft, youthful thighs tantalizing me from under the short skirt. She retrieved the dildo then sat back up, again she was red-faced, “You keep it handy, your mom does too.”
“She does?”
“I’d guess that a lot of women keep these close, they are convenient when they don’t have a husband or manfriend. Do you have a boyfriend yet?” She shook her head; I could see she was relaxing, “Well, I can always hope it stays that way, but I have to be pragmatic, one day soon some kid is going to kick your heart into high gear, you should be ready when that happens.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to go to bed with him and not be worried about ‘first-time’ trauma.”
“I don’t know dad, I’m not thinking like that, most of the boys I know are full-blown retards.”
I laughed, “That will change sweetheart, that will change. Hand me that.”
My daughter fingered her dildo for a couple of seconds making the final commitment, then handed it to me. I made a production of inspecting it, length, girth, and fake balls. “Have you seen a real penis yet?” She shook her head, “There are two conditions for a prick, flaccid, or limp, and erect. This is an imitation of an erection, a stiff penis. This is nature’s way of making sure the man can penetrate the woman and deliver the goods, a stiff one.” I used the terms man and woman instead of boy and girl to make Charlotte feel more adult, more ready for what was about to happen, “A limp penis is just that, and is only good for emptying the bladder.”
Charlotte looked from her toy to my eyes, “I never saw one for real, but Mallory and I sometimes look on the internet, there are some that look very big when they are hard. The women that go to bed with them guys must be big too because I don’t think something like that would fit in someone my size.”
I snickered at her naivety, but since she opened that door, “Would you show me? What you look at?”
She hesitated only a moment, then got up to retrieve her laptop. In less than a minute I was sitting with my daughter, on her bed, looking at internet porn. Despite my ‘no sex with my daughter’ intentions, the man who wasn’t her father was beginning to take a serious interest in the intimacy she and I were developing. Charlotte spent several minutes showing me different pictures of men in various stages of dress and arousal. In that time, I explained to her that size wasn’t truly a factor unless the guy was hung like a fucking horse, I used those words, ‘hung like a fucking horse’. When I did, she shot her eyes up to mine as she smiled marginally, our reticence to be direct was breaking down; I said it, she wasn’t repulsed. I’m not hung like a horse but just then I sure as hell was hard as a rock.
Our conversation soon dropped from polite to base; penis, and erection became cock, boner, or hard-on; vagina became pussy, slit, or cunt; we agreed on ‘nads, nuts, and balls, then sex became bang, fuck, and screw. After about 30 minutes of internet browsing and breaking down language barriers, I asked my daughter, “Are you ready to let me show you what you can do with your dildo?” Direct, to the point. She didn’t answer, but stood from the bed, put her laptop on the desk then turned to me; again, she was nervous, her anxiety had returned to body shaking levels, “Take off your leggings Charlotte, then lie back, lie on the bed, put your head on a pillow and try to relax.”
She looked hesitant, “Daddy, when you found my thing, did you see me too?”
“Yes, you were nude and lying on the blankets, not under, I got a good long look at you.”
My admission caused her to blush lightly but she reached up and pulled the band from her ponytail, her hair fanned across her shoulders and back. She flipped her skirt high enough to hook her thumbs in the waist of the black leggings then pulled them down and kicked them off. As she lay back on the bed, she asked slyly, “Got a good long look, or took a good long look?”
I smiled at her question, “I don’t think that matters, I’ve seen you naked so you don’t need to be embarrassed now.” I reached under the skirt and started to tug her panties down. For a quick moment I thought she wouldn’t let me, but raised her ass off the bed. She lifted her legs one at a time so I could remove them. I resisted the urge to finger the warm crotch of her underwear and tossed them aside. When her panties were on the floor, I picked up the dildo and said, “Close your eyes Charlotte, close them and pretend I’m your favorite movie star.”
She locked her eyes on mine then replied, “I don’t have a favorite movie star,” she paused, licked her lips, and added intimately, “but I have a favorite dad.”
I didn’t answer, but the insinuation of her words caused my cock to flex solidly in my pants, my heart picked up its pace. I folded my daughter’s skirt up until she was exposed from feet to stomach. The junction of her thighs drew my gaze as I picked up the dildo, she was glowing red and taking shallow, panicked breaths, “What have you done with this so far?” I asked her.
She shivered as if she had goosebumps then said, “I only rub myself, I’m too scared to put it in.”
“Is that what you want, you want me to use this to break your virginity?” She nodded almost imperceptibly. I was fucking overheating and my nuts were swollen by a factor of ten. I put the tip of Charlotte’s sex toy against the folds of her pussy then began to stroke her lightly, her hips shifted, her legs moved a little more apart. She turned her bright red face away and closed her eyes, reluctant to watch as I began to seduce her with her plastic prick.
She may have been embarrassed, she may have been terrified, but her pussy was seeping slickness, I could see the natural body oils glistening on her cunt lips and the end of the latex prick. I pressed it further between the folds of her pussy, stroking her from clit to ass, her body began to move. Charlotte opened her eyes, focused on nothing, licked her lips again then clutched her blanket in her hands. My girl was getting turned on, I was turning her on. After a few moments of lightly rubbing the outer parts of her body, Charlotte turned her head up to concentrate on my face, the color of her cheeks had turned from crimson to a turned-on blush, I tipped the dildo up slightly and pressed the head of it to the entrance of her sex. The tight hole stretched to allow the dildo to slip up and in. Charlotte slapped her hands to the bed, shook her head, and rasped, “Oh my god dad, what did you do?”
I was only an inch or so into her so I replied, “I’m getting you ready to make you a woman.” I pulled the toy from her then put it in my mouth to slick it up with saliva. When she saw what I did, Charlotte gasped, jerked, and grunted, her eyes were huge, locked on her dildo slipping off my tongue. As I tasted my daughter on the plastic, my cock about split open from the increasing heat and pressure of lust.
I had to take a break, to give both of us a chance to catch a breath so I got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom for a towel; if I was going to take her innocence, she shouldn’t bleed on the bed. Charlotte was still on her back, skirt hiked to her stomach when I came back. She had recovered enough to look calmer, less tense. As I approached her, she was watching the huge tent in my pants. Just as I put a knee on the bed to join her, she said, “Why don’t you take off your pants Dad,” her eyes darted to my face, “that can’t be very comfortable.”
Ah, fuck! She couldn’t possibly know how her suggestion squeezed my balls. Even though I was racing down a path to Hell, I didn’t pause, I stood next to her bed and stripped my pants down and off; god that felt better. Again, as I was about to get back on the bed, she whispered, “Shorts too, daddy, I want to see, I never saw one for real,” she paused to ask with her eyes, “let me see.” I must have been awaiting the invitation because without hesitation I pulled my briefs off for her viewing pleasure. Charlotte looked from my proud standing erection to my face, her eyes were baffled, “You’re almost as big as some of those guys on the computer, how does mom get that in her?”
I sat next to her, “Baby, you have a lot to learn.” I looked around for something other than spit to slick up the dildo, “Do you have some body oil?”
Charlotte didn’t answer but reached over and pulled open the drawer of her bedside stand. She pulled out, then handed me a bottle of skin lube. I sat on the bed next to my daughter, folded the towel then urged her to lift her butt and smoothed it under her. The back of my hand grazed across her ass which caused my nuts to spike another dose of semen into my cock. I picked up her dildo, and said, “Lay back, try to relax.”
My daughter looked boldly at my erection and quipped with light humor, “That doesn’t look very relaxed.” I tried to ignore the provocative comment. I smeared a dab of oil on the fake manhood then poured a bit more on my hand. I palmed her pussy and rubbed up and down the slit, smearing the oil on her sex. At the feel of my hand between her legs, Charlotte gasped a deep breath then held it; her eyes wide with surprise while I slid my slick middle finger between the sides of her pussy and dipped the end of my finger into her hole. Charlotte’s eyes were locked on mine until my finger entered her. She regained total embarrassment and turned her eyes from me. As the initial shock of my touch receded, Charlotte rolled her hips gently as I pushed into her to the second knuckle.
Goddamn, she was warm, wet, and tight! I was sorely tempted to finger my daughter for my pleasure, not hers, but reason and sanity overcame impulse. I removed my hand, took up the latex erection, and pressed it to her, she spread her legs wider then reached up and grabbed a second pillow to put under her head, from the higher elevation she could see what I was doing. “This might hurt a little,” I cautioned; her eyes flickered understanding then she nodded. I took a breath, my cock flexed, then I pushed my daughter’s dildo through her maidenhead. Charlotte cringed, tears formed in her eyes and she yelped with pain. I penetrated her until my hand was pressed against her body then stopped moving until she relaxed. I pulled the dildo from her, it had traces of the lost chastity on it, her pussy was spotted with blood. I took the towel and dabbed the seepage from her as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. I told her, “Done girl, you are technically no longer a virgin.”
“Technically?”
“We used a fake erection to break you in, you haven’t been fucked for real.”
She evaluated my comment then asked, “Does it always hurt?”
“No, that should be the only time, unless you screw a guy hung like a fucking horse,” I joked.
She smiled, less tense, the deed was done and we weren’t feeling awkward with the other, “I’m not going to fuck anybody right now, I’m sore.” I was watching her mouth as she spoke and when she said ‘fuck’, the way her lower lip curled under her teeth, slammed a shot of adrenaline and hormones into my blood. I had a flash vision of her lips forming that way over the head of my erection, I damn near came all over her and the bed.
The party was over. My daughter had I had smashed all kinds of barriers, personal, legal, moral, and physical, and I had to remind her, “Charlotte, you can’t tell anybody what we just did, if you do, it could be the end of our happy family. Anybody. Swear it girl.”
“I swear Daddy, I know if I told anybody then we couldn’t do this again.”
Again, the suggestive remark pumped even more hormones into my blood. I laid down next to my daughter and folded her in my arms, we were sharing a moment of daddy/daughter closeness, sex was forgotten. Almost. When I got up to leave, she put a hand on my arm to stop me, she looked at my swollen cock then asked quietly, “Can I touch it?”
I didn’t give her a verbal answer but gripped my erection with the hand that still had oil on it and greased it up. I took her near hand and guided it to me. She carefully wrapped her fingers around me then began to tug slightly. It took only about four strokes on my bone before it exploded. I gushed long surges of semen on her leg, into her pubic hair, and over her stomach; one blotch stained her skirt. Charlotte was momentarily startled, but her eyes quickly settled on my cock and watched me cum all over her. She pumped my erection until the last squirt, she smiled with all her teeth, her eyes were glinting fun, she was not at all being bashful. She smeared a blob of cum on her finger and put it to her nose for a sniff, then laughed, “Feel better?”
Without answering her, I got off the bed and left my freshly fake fucked daughter alone. I didn’t say a word, but my cock was mocking me because he did get involved with her, even after I vowed he wouldn’t. Twenty minutes later Charlotte came to the front room, she had cleaned up, dressed up, and made up, “I’m going to Mallory’s, when should I be home?”
She was acting completely normal, a child talking to her father, “What is this, Friday? Be home by eleven.” I cautioned her again, “Our secret?”
She beamed happily, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and vowed seriously, “Forever our secret, love you daddy,” then left the house.
Chapter Two
A week after I despoiled my daughter, Pearl and Charlotte were invited to a bachelorette party for Teri, one of Pearl’s cousins. I stayed home with the boys who kept me occupied by destroying my ass in a game of Risk. The women were gone several hours and when they returned my wife was supremely agitated. As soon as Charlotte went to her room, her mother turned to me, “I can’t believe what happened, that wasn’t a goddamn tea party, it was a fucking sex show!”
“Huh, what do you mean?”
Pearl grabbed a glass then poured herself a double shot of rye whiskey, “We got to the party, there were about a dozen women and Charlotte. Mallory, Joan and another girl I didn’t know were there too. The four of them grabbed a table in the back of the room and spent most of the time on their phones or talking. We women drank wine, roasted the bride, played games, then Teri opened her gifts. I was shocked when she opened one box and pulled out a Bob.”
“Bob?”
“B-O-B; Battery Operated Boyfriend. Angela gave her a cock shaped vibrator. I looked across the room and all four girls were watching Teri fondle her new toy. I didn’t think the girls should be exposed to something like that, but it was too late. Not only were the girls exposed to the dildo, they couldn’t help but hear some of the smut being said about it. Anyway, after the gifts were opened and more wine poured, Carrie called us to attention then announced the next phase of the party. Some music started playing and two male strippers came into the room and started dancing. Men strippers, and my daughter was watching! God, I wanted nothing more than to drag her out, but that would have humiliated her in front of her friends; again, I was too late to stop her from watching.”
“Come on Pearl, male strippers can’t be that bad.”
“It wasn’t for about two minutes, then they started tearing off their shirts and pants. They were buff, big, and good-looking. One was brown, you know African American, the other tanned all over, and I mean all over. Most of the women were yelling and hooting, encouraging those guys to strip everything; the obscenities were getting very fucking specific. In moments they were in loincloths, you know, thong-type briefs, but they didn’t hide a goddamn thing. Their packages were on full display, and Charlotte was eye-locked on them.”
“Eye-locked?”
“Yes, her eyes were riveted to those two big bulges. By then I kind of accepted that those young women were about to get an education in life.” She paused to empty her glass, “I just didn’t know how much life.”
I poured myself a drink then refilled Pearl’s. She sipped quietly for a few moments then went to the hall closet and took off her coat, kicked off her shoes then came back and sat on the arm of the sofa. She took another swallow of whiskey and resumed, “After they were down to only loincloths, they both grabbed a woman and began to dance with them. In maybe twenty minutes they had danced with all of us.”
“Including you?”
Pearl’s earrings went next, she pulled them off and tossed them to the end table, “Not only me but our daughter and her friends. Every woman in the room got dragged to the open floor, and them guys did some pretty crude dirty dancing with us. The white guy was dancing with Charlotte when he grabbed her hips and pulled her close and started rubbing his cock on her butt. Before I could react, she scrambled away from him. She went back to her friends then they all started giggling as they talked about what he did.”
“So that was the end of the party?”
Pearl looked at me for several long seconds then said, “No, Maggie got fucked.”
“What?”
Her watch and necklace joined the earrings, “Maggie, Teri’s sister, the maid of honor, my other cousin. Just about the time I thought things couldn’t get worse, Carrie and Angela pushed Teri to the floor with those studs and told her she had to screw one or both of them, it was a bachelorette party tradition. I was shocked, and Teri absolutely refused, so Maggie took over. She went to them and they started pulling off her dress and when she was in bra and panties, they started messing around with her. Most of the women were drunk and screaming and hollering encouragement to Maggie. The black guy ripped off his thong then pranced around the room showing off his erection; Jesus, did he have a log. Half the women there felt him up, he even paraded in front of the girls where Mallory and the new girl copped feels. I think Charlotte would have touched that thing too, but she looked up and saw me shaking my head, she knew I would have screamed bloody murder.”
I had to interrupt her, “Did you cop a feel too?”
Pearl hesitated, blushed, then whispered her secret, “I made sure Charlotte didn’t see.” She took a breath then continued, “He went back to Maggie, lifted her off the floor, then when she was sitting on his hips, his buddy pulled her panties to the side, then aimed his friend so he could shove his big black bone into her.”
“The white guy tried to get Teri back up but she damn near slapped him silly so he caught Angela’s hand then in less than a minute, he was fucking her. That was the end for me, I went and hauled Charlotte out before the blow jobs started.”
“What about her friends?”
“Their mothers were there, they weren’t my problem, but the one girl, the one I didn’t know, her mother was Angela. That girl sat there and watched her mother get screwed in the middle of a crowd. And she’s fucking married!”
I feigned ignorance, “Who is fucking married, the daughter?”
Pearl barked a short cynical laugh, “Fuck you.” She finished her drink, turned to me to pull down the zipper at the back of her dress then said, “I’m going to bed.”
I sat in the front room and thought about my wife’s tale. A bachelorette party turned orgy and my daughter was in attendance. I should have been shocked and outraged, but after what Charlotte and I had done, I wasn’t. I found it ironic that the girl got her second lesson in sex with her mother. I gave Pearl enough time to freshen up and get to bed then went to join her. On the way past the kids’ rooms, I checked on them. The boys were soundly out so I went to Charlotte’s door. I eased it open and saw her seated at her desk, laptop open; she was naked except for the earphones over her ears. She didn’t see or hear me as I came up behind her. On the monitor of her computer, I saw a sizable erection sliding in and out of a hot young woman while Charlotte had a hand under the desk. My daughter was watching fuck porn while using her dildo between widespread legs. I put a hand on her shoulder which made her jump, startled. She twisted her head up to look at me, afraid, but the tension faded quickly from her eyes as she looked at me solemnly. I didn’t say anything but retreated; I could feel her watching as I left her room.
I’m not sure how much later it was, but I was asleep when I sensed a presence in the room. I opened my eyes and saw a pale shadow standing next to the bed. Charlotte was looking down on me, she was wearing an oversize t-shirt that came halfway down her thighs. Before I could wake up completely, she reached for my hand then pulled it to her; she stepped her legs apart then tugged my middle finger straight and put it on her, at the top of her slit. She started rolling her hips, stroking her pussy on my finger. I came fully awake and my prick exploded to X-rated as she used my hand as a sex toy. Charlotte was heating up rapidly, her pussy began to seep so I bent my finger and pressed it to her, she was hot and wet, it slipped in easily. After a few moments of sliding on my hand she gripped my wrist harder then froze in place and began to vibrate, a long silent sigh escaped her open mouth. When she stopped shivering, she dropped my arm then left as quietly as she came. As soon as my daughter was gone, I rolled to Pearl to screw her, my erection was thudding, aching for a woman. Her back was to me so I slipped it between her legs and tried to push into her. Pearl roused from her alcohol-induced sleep just enough to protest the attempted invasion, she moved away and murmured, “Not tonight.”
I was on my back, fondling myself, almost masturbating, wondering if I should rape my wife when a more sinister idea formed. I got out of bed then pulled off my nightclothes. With my erection leading the way through the dark house, I went to Charlotte’s bedroom. I eased open the door and looked in, she was propped against her pillows with her laptop glowing in the dark, I saw on the monitor some girl lying on her back with a man lying face down on her pussy, my daughter was watching oral sex.
Charlotte looked up still, unmoving, her eyes scanned up and down my body; I was naked, hard, and my intentions were obvious. Her eyes met mine then slid again to observe my inflamed manhood; she didn’t shrink from me. My daughter looked back to my eyes, her eyebrows lifted slightly in understanding and she moved from the center of the bed, making room. I pushed the lid of the computer closed, pulled the blanket off the girl then got onto the bed. I pulled Charlotte to her back then moved to lie between her legs, she felt tense at first, but in a few moments began to relax as her smile grew. I fell to my stomach between her legs and put my mouth over the rich-tasting lips of her sex. I licked her, I lapped her, then I began to eat the fresh young pussy; my cock was drilling a hole in her mattress as her hips began to flex. She put her hands on my head as her legs started quivering, I French kissed her slit then concentrated on her clit which had extended from its hooded nest. It took less than two minutes for me to bring Charlotte to an orgasm, she was trying to be quiet so all I heard was the rush of air through her open mouth.
I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath then I lifted, moved up, then put my prick against the folds of her pussy; she was slick, I was flowing pre-cum, so with no effort, no resistance, I pressed into Charlotte while she stared between us. She watched my erection slide into her then her eyes drifted to my face, she took a deep breath then held it as I pulled halfway out, hesitated, then dipped back in. Her eyes bonded with mine; she smiled encouragement, then her lips slowly, shamelessly, formed the silent words, ‘Fuck me’, then the gap between her legs increased. I began to fuck my daughter.
Charlotte didn’t move while l screwed her. I humped and hunched over her for maybe five minutes then all hell broke loose. When I started convulsing, filling my girl with cum, she lifted her arms, put them around me, and pulled me tight, I was in her firm embrace while I rolled my ass, pumping her full with surges of lust. When my balls were satisfied, I pushed up, kissed her briefly on the lips then left her bed. Neither she nor I made a sound the entire time. I spent the rest of the night hating myself for what I did with my child; but I was also congratulating myself because, for the first time since I started having sex, I nailed a virgin; okay, technically she wasn’t a virgin, but you know what I mean.
The next morning, I was afraid of seeing Charlotte, but the girl acted as if nothing had happened, she was her normal self and related to me as she always did. She must have seen my nervousness because shortly before she left the house, she came to me and said with quiet affection and a kiss on the cheek, “It’s okay dad, it’s another secret we can keep.” Nothing more was said and over the next few days, fucking away my daughter’s purity became a fun memory, not a depraved act.
The next Monday was a day off for school, Grading Day I think it’s called. The kids didn’t have to go to school. Pearl left for work, but as I was getting ready, I was overwhelmed with the idea of being alone with Charlotte again. With a thudding heart I called in and told my boss I needed the day off. I went to check on the boys, they were fast asleep and I knew that they would stay that way until hunger forced them out of bed around noon. I went to my bathroom and made ready to visit my daughter.
Around 8:20 that morning I slipped quietly into Charlotte’s room; my prick was already a stone obelisk under my robe. I lifted the blanket and looked at her. She was lying on her right side wearing a mid-thigh length flannel gown, pulled up to her hips, one knee pulled up so her legs were enticingly posed. She wore no panties which caused my erection to swell even more. I dropped my robe then went to bed with my firstborn, my heart was crashing against my ribs, my entire body was shaking. I hadn’t felt that way since the first time I seduced the girl’s mother. I rested my head on a second pillow then put my hand on her waist, I eased the hand over her stomach then slid my fingers down the contour of her pussy. I began stroking her and she shivered. Charlotte moved slightly, widening the gap between her legs enough I could cover her completely with the palm of my hand. I pressed on her cunt then slid my long finger down her slit and felt for the hole. My fingertip dipped into her then I bent my wrist then pushed in to the top knuckle; I was fingering Charlotte as she came awake. She whooshed a breath, her back bent and she rolled her head to me. She was silent, looking through sleepy eyes until she could focus. She put a hand over mine and pressed it more on her body as she murmured, “Daddy?”
“Shh, we don’t want to wake the twins.”
Her eyes became more alert and she asked quietly, “Where’s mom?”
When she asked where her mother was, and not ‘what are you doing?’, my balls damn near erupted; her first concern wasn’t about where my finger was, she was concerned her mother was near, “She went to work, I took the day off.”
Charlotte moved away causing my finger to slip out of her, she rolled to her side facing me and put her arm over me, and pulled me tight, her silky thighs were rubbing against mine, her tits were mashed on my chest, “I’m glad” she puffed into my ear.
“Glad she is gone, or glad I took the day off?”
She tilted her head back to get a clear look, “Both.” She threw the blanket off then stood, “I have to go pee daddy, don’t go away.” Not fucking likely.
Charlotte freshened herself in the bathroom then came back to me, saying nothing she pulled her nightgown up and off. No more needed to be said, I pulled her by a hand to bed then pushed my daughter over so her back was to me, lifted her top leg, and pulled it over to rest on my thigh. I reached for her hand then guided it to my erection which was lying on her inner thigh, “Take me Charlotte, hold it and put it where you want it.”
She wrapped her fingers around my cock then lifted it, she rubbed the head on her slit a couple of times then centered me. I was slick with natural lube so I slipped gently, without effort into her. Charlotte let go of my cock then I pushed as far in as nature would allow. She was snug, but there was little friction. She moaned softly, arched her back, then put a hand on my hip and creased my skin with her fingernails. I had taken the girl’s virginity two nights earlier, but it was a quick, hushed event. As my groin slapped gently against my daughter’s ass, I realized we had time, we could enjoy the long morning. My erection was sliding in and out of her tight teen body and I didn’t feel evil, shame, lecherous, or that my soul was forever tarnished. I felt great, and judging from her reaction to getting fucked, Charlotte wasn’t hating the moment either.
My stamina was critically short, she was fresh, young, new, exciting, and forbidden, so my balls were in a hurry to consummate our union. The climax started in my nuts, my cock swelled with pent-up semen, then the top of the mountain blew off. I slammed into her and held her tight while I finished fucking the pretty high school girl. I pulled my relaxing cock from her then she rolled to face me, she was smiling, her eyes sparkling, “I love you daddy.”
“Love you too baby,” I wheezed.
She put a hand between her legs and fingered a glob of cum from her pussy then looked at it, “Don’t you have to be careful?”
I hadn’t given a thought to if I should or shouldn’t cum in her, I didn’t have to, “You don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“After your brothers were born, your mom didn’t want to use birth control anymore. She talked me into getting a vasectomy. I’ve been cut, I can’t make a woman pregnant.”
Charlotte looked at me puzzled, “You got neutered?”
I chuckled, “No, not neutered, I still have all my equipment, I’m still fully functional, I just can’t pass sperm on to a woman.” I challenged her, “I can fuck your brains out and you are safe.”
Charlotte got caught up in the mood, she wasn’t a bit wary of my crude declaration, she challenged me right back, “You think so, you think you can fuck my brains out?”
“I can try girl.”
Charlotte got off the bed, “Stay here,” she said needlessly, then went to the bathroom. I lay on my back, watching sunspots on the wall until she came back. She stood proudly, offering me a magnificent view of young womanhood, then as she crawled on the bed again, she reached under her pillow and pulled out her nighttime friend, and dropped it on my stomach. She grinned prettily then proposed, “Let’s see if you can do it.”
My memory was short, “Do what?”
She smiled, her eyes sparked fun, she dared, “Fuck my brains out.” I don’t know what affected me the most, the smile on her lips, the fire in her eyes, or the dare in her voice, but within seconds of my daughter’s bold proposition, my cock was firming up again. I picked up her dildo and she rolled seductively to her back.
Charlotte stretched out, her arms over her head; her feet pointed to the end of the bed and let me look at her from tangled brown hair to blue painted toes. I’d seen her nude several times since my discovery, but I took more time to examine the body lying next to me. Somehow, over the last couple of years, I had missed that my daughter had reshaped from unisex anonymous to hot sexy teen. As I absorbed the view, she put a hand on my cock and fingered me as encouragement, then moved her arms over her head and spread her legs, inviting me to seduce her. I went to my side next to her; the end of my erection was smearing bubbles of lube on her thigh. I put the tip of her dildo against her sex, smiled into her eyes then pushed it deep. Charlotte sipped a long breath, shifted her hips then put a hand on my arm when I started fucking her with the fake cock. She laid a hand on my arm then reached for a real cock. While I plunged the toy in and out of her pussy, she was pulling on my hard-on. I bent to her breasts and licked a nipple then captured it in my lips and caressed it with the tip of my tongue. That was a new move, she’d never had her nipples sucked, and the sensation caused her fingers to squeeze my erection harder, she moaned. I kissed and licked her breasts, never pausing what I was doing between her legs. She began to pant short harsh breaths; she was quietly squeaking shocks of rapture. I pulled the plastic prick from her then put the end of it on her clit and rubbed her to her first climax. Charlotte arched off the bed, yelped sharply twice then started to moan even louder while she kicked her legs on the bed.
I moved over her thighs, hesitating long enough for her to spread her legs further. The moment the head of my erection penetrated my girl I stopped and looked down into her lust-laden eyes. She put her arms around my neck, pulled me close, and breathed quietly into my ear “This feels good dad, does it get better?” I drove into her so hard she moved inches up the bed. Charlotte grabbed my waist with both hands and helped me as I thrust and pulled in and out of her.
I don’t know if Charlotte was the sexiest, hottest girl I’d ever screwed, or if it was the perversity of fucking my daughter, but every fiber of my body, every nerve, was tingling with pleasure as I thrust and slid in her hot tender pussy. When I was deep, I could feel her from the swollen head for almost eight inches to my balls, she learned quickly her small body could take something much longer and thicker than her five-inch toy. Charlotte whispered passion into my ear as we screwed, “Oh! God daddy, don’t ever stop! OH! Awwwwww! Uh-Uh-Uh, keep……. OH SHIT!!” she cried out as her stomach began to cramp, her legs were vibrating.
I couldn’t keep going, I needed to pull out of her, or I’d finish way too soon. Driven by pure primal nature, I pulled from Charlotte then fell between her legs, kissed the top of her pussy, and pressed two fingers into her. I licked her from ass to clit then fondled her with my lips and the tip of my tongue, she slapped her hands on my head, wove her fingers into my hair then pressed my face tight against her cunt. I ate and finger fucked my daughter until she erupted with her third orgasm. She was getting loud and the twins weren’t that far away so I grabbed a pillow and flipped it over her face, she wrapped her arms around it and continued to wail and shake.
She rolled to her stomach to catch her breath; her body quivered with sensual aftershocks of the intense orgasms. I got off the bed, I wasn’t done with her, but had something else on my mind. I opened Charlotte’s bedroom door and quickly checked that the twins’ door was still closed. I went to my own room, found what I was looking for then returned to my girl. When I clicked the door shut, she lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes were smoldering and full of sex. She was still turned on, needing another hot sensual encounter. I sat on the bed next to her and urged her to her back again. I had taken one of my wife’s sex toys from its hiding spot and fully intended on introducing Charlotte to even more erotic play and pleasure.
“Lay back sweetheart, open your legs for me.” She spread her legs wide enough I could palm her pussy, which I did, with the vibrating palm pad. Charlotte jerked as if I had touched her with a live electrical wire. Her hips bounced, her eyes flew wide and she grunted, “UH!” She licked her lips then turned her head away and began to roll her hips against the pressure between her legs. I leaned over her, then while massaging her pussy with the vibrator, I suckled her left tit. Watching the teen girl writhing on the bed while I turned her into an overheated fuck machine made my cock reform to solid as oak. It was growing heavy with desire and semen; my balls were reaching overload. Charlotte began to warble a string of vowels, her volume increasing enough I got anxious that she could wake my sons. I moved my hand off her body which allowed her to relax enough to gulp a deep breath, she opened her eyes and demanded as she gasped, “Oh my god, I’m on fire, don’t you dare stop!” I rolled her to her stomach, put two pillows under her pelvis then mounted over her back, and jammed into the petite teen girl.
When my groin slapped into her ass cheeks I whispered into her ear, “You have a beautiful body Charlotte, you are sexy, hot, and your pussy is magnificent.” Charlotte groaned then raised her ass more for me and I whispered more sex-laden comments, “Can you feel me baby, can you feel my hard cock sliding in your hot wet cunt? Do you like getting fucked?”
My daughter groaned “Uh – Uh- Oh god, this is —– !!” She bit her lip and couldn’t finish what she tried to say as her body shivered.
By the time I blew my balls I had again sucked her tits and pussy, and screwed her in three positions. Charlotte had a series of orgasms while I was building to one gigantic blowout. We were lying on our sides, spooned together front to back as my cock plunged through the lips of her hot swollen sex. I was stroking her nipples when I couldn’t hold on any longer, “Now, Charlotte, feel me cum in you. Now!” We both stopped moving while I finished, my daughter put fingers on my cock so she could feel the surges of semen pulsing into her. When I was done convulsing Charlotte put pressure on my stomach causing me to pull out. She rolled to her back and lifted her leg next to me, she reached for my erection then pulled it until the head was in her again, “Just a little bit more daddy, fuck me slow, I want to watch it go in and out,” she urged. I short fucked her gently as she watched the cum-coated head of my hard-on slip in and out for half a dozen strokes. Her cunt seeped semen which covered the end of my erection and coated the pillows of her pussy as I slid in and out. Charlotte looked from the connection between us to my eyes and directed, “Put it all in then pull out slow, I like how it feels.” I slammed deep up her pussy then gently pulled away from her. She opened her mouth then ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth, then shivered, “Oh my god, that feels good.”
I got off the bed, my knees were weak, I could hardly stand. My daughter stretched languidly, appealingly, then smiled with love and satisfaction, “Wow, I feel great.”
I watched her relaxing on the bed and felt another jolt of lust in my nuts, I had to get away from her before I screwed her again, her brothers wouldn’t sleep that much longer, “I have to go sweetheart, it’s time to act like you hate us all again.”
She grinned, “I know, but when mom and the boys are gone again, do you think we can look at things on my computer, there’s still a lot I want to know.” She sat up, put her hand under my balls to hold them then leaned forward and lick some fluids off the head of my cock, she looked up, daring, “A lot.”
I picked up her dildo and pressed it to her lips, “Are you going to practice?”
Charlotte took it from my hand, licked it from balls to tip, then with glowing warm eyes, a large smile, and no ambiguity, kissed the end of her fake cock and asked, “You think I should?”
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