My daughters dildo

This is not my story, it’s a great story which is why I’m posting it here. Oh, and it’s a long one with more to come, and apologies for not breaking it down into chapters.
Enjoy….
Written by DirtyMindedMom
Being a single father has many challenges, especially when you have a daughter. Nicole’s mom has been out of the picture since right after her first birthday, so it’s been just the two of us for the past sixteen years. It wasn’t easy early on, but I managed to provide a stable home and raise a pretty good kid . I admit she was somewhat of a tomboy, but she was healthy and happy, did well in school, and the two of us got along great. Unfortunately, this didn’t mean I was at all prepared for puberty.

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

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

You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 18-year-old daughter came to me one day with an unexpected request.
“Daddy, I need you to help me with something.” She always
reverted to calling me “Daddy” when she wanted something from me, mainly because it always worked.

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

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

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

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

“And that problem is…?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, God, you’re pregnant.”

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

“How long have you been on the pill?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A one-way ticket to a convent?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About balls? I’m a fan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, but still…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was the movie?” I called to her.

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

“ESPN highlights.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

“It’s something personal.”

“I’m listening.”

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

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

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

“You mean sex?”

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

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

“So…what do you do?”

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

“But don’t you get, you know…horny?”

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

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

“So what do you do about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not as much as you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The same, I guess.”

That got a big grin out of her.

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

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

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

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

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

A simple, meaningless, accident…

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

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

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

“How about scrambled eggs and toast?”

“Coming right up, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I ask you something?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” I confessed, “I might have.”

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

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

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

“No, you certainly aren’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Already?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nicole?”

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

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

“I don’t know. Nothing.”

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

“Daddy? Are you mad at me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what happened with my panties?”

“Huh?” That woke me up a little.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you ever think about me?”

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

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

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

“Honey…wait? What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In case what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Silly question. You know it is.”

“My pussy is really wet.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you, too, honey.”

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

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

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

“Nicole? What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I can’t help it.”

“Are you…?”

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

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

“Nicole, you shouldn’t be…we can’t…”

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

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

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

“Don’t…” I pleaded weakly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 k**s 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 f***e of nature. It took every ounce of resolve for me not to open the door and go back in. Despite what she’d promised, I knew she’d probably welcome me with open legs. But I couldn’t take advantage of this situation. I had to keep my priorities as her father foremost in my mind. Just because she wanted it didn’t mean I should give it to her. We’d both be grateful someday that I was able to hold out and do the right thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Daddy?”

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

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

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

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

“Is that what you want?”

She shook her head. “No.”

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

“Are you going to stay?”

“Do you want me to?”

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

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

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

“Make all the noise you want, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you should take it out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what you want me to do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One more…” she panted.

“Huh?”

“Put another finger in me, Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I shouldn’t have done that. I…um…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like seeing me naked?”

“I can’t get enough of it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuuuuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bye, Dad! Love you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

There was a nerve racking pause. “Sure.”

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

“What’s up, Dad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The things we are doing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, no…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know what would make me happy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, yes! More! More, more, more!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, shit,” she gasped.

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

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

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

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

“Can you taste me?”

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Another!” she begged.

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

“More, Daddy! More!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was feeling a little dizzy myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We should clean up first.”

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to cum again?”

“I thought we were going to sleep now.”

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

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

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

“Sorry for what?”

“For saying the C-word before.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I could see your cunt hole.”

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

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

“My what?”

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

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

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

“Yes!”

“Do you want to suck my cunt, Daddy?”

“Yes!

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

“Yes! God help me, yes!

“Tell me, Daddy!

“I want to put my cock in you.”

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

“I want to put my cock in your cunt.”

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

“I want to fuck your cunt.”

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

“I want to fuck your cunt!”

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

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

“Fuck, yeah!”

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

“Keep going!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, yes,” she rasped.

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

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

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

“Cunt.”

“Mmm, more…”

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

“Yeah…”

“Your cunt is so wet…and warm…”

“Mm hm. And you want to fuck it?”

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

“Do you want to cum in it?”

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

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

“Yes…”

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

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

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

“Whose fault is that?”

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

“Excuses, excuses.”

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

“I have a client meeting tomorrow.”

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

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

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

“Maybe, yeah.”

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

“Hey, cut that out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”

“G’night, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby girl.”

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

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

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

“The things we said…”

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

“No.”

“Oh. You mean all that C-word stuff?”

“No. Well, yes, sort of…”

“You didn’t like it?”

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

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

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

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

“Just masturbating.”

“Well, masturbating with benefits.”

“Is that a thing?”

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

I did my best impression of a Three Stooges snore.

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

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

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