My admission caused her to blush lightly but she reached up and pulled the band from her ponytail, her hair fanned across her shoulders and back. She flipped her skirt high enough to hook her thumbs in the waist of the black leggings then pulled them down and kicked them off. As she lay back on the bed, she asked slyly, “Got a good long look, or took a good long look?”
I smiled at her question, “I don’t think that matters, I’ve seen you naked so you don’t need to be embarrassed now.” I reached under the skirt and started to tug her panties down. For a quick moment I thought she wouldn’t let me, but raised her ass off the bed. She lifted her legs one at a time so I could remove them. I resisted the urge to finger the warm crotch of her underwear and tossed them aside. When her panties were on the floor, I picked up the dildo and said, “Close your eyes Charlotte, close them and pretend I’m your favorite movie star.”
She locked her eyes on mine then replied, “I don’t have a favorite movie star,” she paused, licked her lips, and added intimately, “but I have a favorite dad.”
I didn’t answer, but the insinuation of her words caused my cock to flex solidly in my pants, my heart picked up its pace. I folded my daughter’s skirt up until she was exposed from feet to stomach. The junction of her thighs drew my gaze as I picked up the dildo, she was glowing red and taking shallow, panicked breaths, “What have you done with this so far?” I asked her.
She shivered as if she had goosebumps then said, “I only rub myself, I’m too scared to put it in.”
“Is that what you want, you want me to use this to break your virginity?” She nodded almost imperceptibly. I was fucking overheating and my nuts were swollen by a factor of ten. I put the tip of Charlotte’s sex toy against the folds of her pussy then began to stroke her lightly, her hips shifted, her legs moved a little more apart. She turned her bright red face away and closed her eyes, reluctant to watch as I began to seduce her with her plastic prick.
She may have been embarrassed, she may have been terrified, but her pussy was seeping slickness, I could see the natural body oils glistening on her cunt lips and the end of the latex prick. I pressed it further between the folds of her pussy, stroking her from clit to ass, her body began to move. Charlotte opened her eyes, focused on nothing, licked her lips again then clutched her blanket in her hands. My girl was getting turned on, I was turning her on. After a few moments of lightly rubbing the outer parts of her body, Charlotte turned her head up to concentrate on my face, the color of her cheeks had turned from crimson to a turned-on blush, I tipped the dildo up slightly and pressed the head of it to the entrance of her sex. The tight hole stretched to allow the dildo to slip up and in. Charlotte slapped her hands to the bed, shook her head, and rasped, “Oh my god dad, what did you do?”
I was only an inch or so into her so I replied, “I’m getting you ready to make you a woman.” I pulled the toy from her then put it in my mouth to slick it up with saliva. When she saw what I did, Charlotte gasped, jerked, and grunted, her eyes were huge, locked on her dildo slipping off my tongue. As I tasted my daughter on the plastic, my cock about split open from the increasing heat and pressure of lust.
I had to take a break, to give both of us a chance to catch a breath so I got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom for a towel; if I was going to take her innocence, she shouldn’t bleed on the bed. Charlotte was still on her back, skirt hiked to her stomach when I came back. She had recovered enough to look calmer, less tense. As I approached her, she was watching the huge tent in my pants. Just as I put a knee on the bed to join her, she said, “Why don’t you take off your pants Dad,” her eyes darted to my face, “that can’t be very comfortable.”
Ah, fuck! She couldn’t possibly know how her suggestion squeezed my balls. Even though I was racing down a path to Hell, I didn’t pause, I stood next to her bed and stripped my pants down and off; god that felt better. Again, as I was about to get back on the bed, she whispered, “Shorts too, daddy, I want to see, I never saw one for real,” she paused to ask with her eyes, “let me see.” I must have been awaiting the invitation because without hesitation I pulled my briefs off for her viewing pleasure. Charlotte looked from my proud standing erection to my face, her eyes were baffled, “You’re almost as big as some of those guys on the computer, how does mom get that in her?”
I sat next to her, “Baby, you have a lot to learn.” I looked around for something other than spit to slick up the dildo, “Do you have some body oil?”
Charlotte didn’t answer but reached over and pulled open the drawer of her bedside stand. She pulled out, then handed me a bottle of skin lube. I sat on the bed next to my daughter, folded the towel then urged her to lift her butt and smoothed it under her. The back of my hand grazed across her ass which caused my nuts to spike another dose of semen into my cock. I picked up her dildo, and said, “Lay back, try to relax.”
My daughter looked boldly at my erection and quipped with light humor, “That doesn’t look very relaxed.” I tried to ignore the provocative comment. I smeared a dab of oil on the fake manhood then poured a bit more on my hand. I palmed her pussy and rubbed up and down the slit, smearing the oil on her sex. At the feel of my hand between her legs, Charlotte gasped a deep breath then held it; her eyes wide with surprise while I slid my slick middle finger between the sides of her pussy and dipped the end of my finger into her hole. Charlotte’s eyes were locked on mine until my finger entered her. She regained total embarrassment and turned her eyes from me. As the initial shock of my touch receded, Charlotte rolled her hips gently as I pushed into her to the second knuckle.
Goddamn, she was warm, wet, and tight! I was sorely tempted to finger my daughter for my pleasure, not hers, but reason and sanity overcame impulse. I removed my hand, took up the latex erection, and pressed it to her, she spread her legs wider then reached up and grabbed a second pillow to put under her head, from the higher elevation she could see what I was doing. “This might hurt a little,” I cautioned; her eyes flickered understanding then she nodded. I took a breath, my cock flexed, then I pushed my daughter’s dildo through her maidenhead. Charlotte cringed, tears formed in her eyes and she yelped with pain. I penetrated her until my hand was pressed against her body then stopped moving until she relaxed. I pulled the dildo from her, it had traces of the lost chastity on it, her pussy was spotted with blood. I took the towel and dabbed the seepage from her as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. I told her, “Done girl, you are technically no longer a virgin.”
“Technically?”
“We used a fake erection to break you in, you haven’t been fucked for real.”
She evaluated my comment then asked, “Does it always hurt?”