SUMMARY: Summer gets a dildo from a friend on her eighteenth birthday. See what happens between she and her father after he catches her using it one day (by accident). This story is told exclusively from the daughter's point of view. (Note that this story includes scenes involving anal sex.)
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a single chapter story, with no plans for a continuation. It's meant to be a relatively short read. As usual, this story is self-edited. I really hope I caught most of my typos! Also, I love hearing from my readers. You can always send me private feedback, and I usually try to respond as fast as possible!
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. It is copyrighted. And copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.
~~Chapter One~~
What did your best friend get you for your eighteenth birthday? Do you remember? Well, what mine bought for me was probably a little unorthodox. It was a dildo. At first, it seemed like maybe it was just a "gag" gift. But after examining it, I quickly realized that she had gone all out when she picked it, as it was clearly not just a novelty item. The box itself suggested its premium quality. But setting that aside, at the end of the day, my friend knew me too well. You see, I was a virgin, and she knew I longed to experience the pleasures of sex. Unfortunately, I had yet to meet a boy who I wanted to share myself with.
And so, that's how I ended up losing my virginity to a toy.
My name is Summer, and I turned eighteen two months ago, not long before I graduated high school. Initially, it took me a few days to get up the courage to use the dildo, but once I tried it the first time, it quickly became an obsession of mine. And so, for the past month, I've been using my friend's gift almost every night (and sometimes in the morning), and thoroughly enjoying how much fun it has been! I lost track of how many orgasms I've had. And they were worlds beyond what I could achieve with my hands alone.
A little about myself here. Like I said, I'm eighteen. As for how I look, my hair is rich, golden blonde. Most of the time, I keep it loose, and it hangs just below my shoulder blades. It's mostly straight, with just a hint of waviness to it, so it's easy to work with. Sometimes I tie it up in a bun. I have bright amber eyes, and my face is round, although my cheekbones are high, so it makes it look more ovular. I'm 5'3", which put me at the middle-to-lower spectrum of height compared to my classmates. My body is relatively fit, with wider hips and a round rear (please don't ever refer to my ass as a "bubble butt", or I'll scream.) My boobs are nicely proportioned on my body, not too big and not too small. Large enough that they allow me to show some cleavage when I want.
One part of me that I sometimes complain about is my belly. It is ever so slightly round, despite my efforts at making it as flat as possible. I am just a couple pounds over a hundred and ten, so it isn't excessive. My sides are slightly narrower than my hips, but not quite enough to call my figure an "hourglass". Overall, I'm happy with how I look, except for the three or four pounds of baggage that seems to have settled in my stomach.
My parents divorced six years ago, and I lived with my mom after it all went down. But a few weeks after I graduated, I decided to move in with my dad. Before that, I only ever saw him a few times a year. My job was closer to his house, but that wasn't really my reason for the move. I had been dying to get out of my mom's house for quite some time. She and I no longer saw eye to eye, and I was fed up with her rules. I'm fairly convinced that if it hadn't been for her strict regulations on my lifestyle, I would have lost my virginity the "natural" way. But don't take that as a complaint. In the end, it was probably for the best anyway. I had yet to meet a boy who I wanted to give my heart to, let alone my pussy.
A week after I moved in with my dad, I stumbled upon something that gave me one of those "oh duh" moments. You see, as I mentioned earlier, the dildo my friend got for me was quite "premium". Yet I had never bothered to read the instructions. And so, late one night as I lay in bed, I opened the box and started reading the manual. That's when I discovered that my toy had "features" I had never known about. I had always wondered why the base of the thing was so fat. Well, as it turns out, there was some sort of reservoir, and also a battery compartment. When I asked my dad for some triple A batteries, he of course asked me what I needed them for. In response, I said, "Uh, I'd rather not say." Fortunately, he was very mindful of my privacy, and he went and got me them without questioning it further.
Once I inserted the batteries and tried the vibration feature for the first time, I was hooked. The toy also had a little remote, but I never bothered using that. It was easier to just press the buttons on the side to make it vibrate. Ever since I discovered the extra capabilities of my dildo, I became completely addicted to it. There were times when I used it two or three times a day, even! Nearly every morning before work, I got myself off. And then again at night, before bed. It was, without a doubt, my favorite present I had ever gotten. I even texted my friend to tell her how happy I was about it. Her response was to flood my phone with a shit ton of silly sex emojis.
Finally, one day, I was very curious about the final feature that I had never tried. The reservoir. After reading the instruction manual again, I found myself on the company's website. The extra compartment was meant to be filled with liquid, and the dildo had another function where it would "squirt" the fluid inside of me, simulating a boy having an orgasm. It sounded intriguing, although I was somewhat skeptical. But I ended up ordering a bottle of "cum lube" anyway. It arrived a few days later in a squishy paper envelope. My dad handed it to me without questioning what it was. I was so excited to try it, I squealed in delight. Then I rushed to my room and closed my door, ready to explore something new.
It was a Friday evening in late June when I tried it the first time.
~~Chapter Two~~
Sitting on my bed, I held my dildo in one hand and used the other to open the little plastic panel that gave access to the reservoir. Upending the bottle of lube, I watched as the thick, white liquid slowly filled the compartment. Once it was full, I set the bottle aside and closed the door. It clicked shut and then I held it in front of my face, staring at the liquid through a see-through opening. Satisfied that it was loaded, I laid back on my pillow and lowered the dildo between my legs. When I tried to insert it inside my pussy, I was too dry to get it in comfortably. So, I spent a few minutes rubbing my clit until I had worked up enough juice to make it easier.
Sliding the dildo into my vagina, I started fucking myself with it. It felt good, as usual. But then I turned it on, and the vibrations immediately caused an explosion of sensation inside of me. I loved how the dildo felt when it whirred against the upper part of my canal. A lot of people didn't realize that the clitoris was on the upper surface of a larger organ inside a vagina, and the bottom side of it could only be reached from within. Slowly pumping the dildo in and out of my pussy, I felt the familiar tingle as it vibrated against the roof of my vaginal chute.
After a few minutes, I was aroused enough that I began to moan. Reaching my free hand up under my nightshirt, I started playing with my nipples. I loved how it felt to stimulate my nipples and vagina at the same time. Although when I got close to orgasm, I usually preferred to rub my clit to completion. My orgasms were more intense that way. If only I had a third hand! Sure enough, after a while, I had to slide my hand off my chest, over my belly and into my crotch where I zeroed in on my clitoris.
Working the toy in and out of my pussy, I could hear myself breathing heavily. I was openly moaning, since I was in my own room. Speeding up my penetration, I felt the tingle in my pussy start to grow stronger. Gasping for air, I rubbed my clit even faster. My entire body started to tingle, and I knew my orgasm was getting close. It was almost time to try out the new "feature". The button for the ejaculation mechanism was on the very bottom of the dildo. Curling one finger over it, I held it poised. Continuing to pump the dildo into my vagina, I started to shake. Every muscle in my body tensed up. It was time.
Pressing my finger down against the button on the end of the dildo, I heard a faint mechanical noise from between my legs, and then I felt something inside my pussy. My eyes snapped open and then, completely unable to suppress it, I screamed. My orgasm literally ripped through me, exploding to a degree I had never felt before. The liquid cum squirted deep inside me, and I could feel it filling my pussy. Oh jesus christ! It felt so fucking good! Holding the button down, the vibrator continued to shoot streams of fake cum into my cunt. My body twisted and convulsed as the pleasure rippled through me. I was moaning constantly, unable to shut up. The tempest within my vagina was beyond intense. I had never cum so hard!
Suddenly my bedroom door flew open, slamming against the wall. In shock, I lifted my head and stared at my doorway where my father was standing. He was gaping at me, wide-eyed. I hadn't bothered getting under my covers, so he had a full view of what was going on. Even though I had a shirt on, my waist was bare, and my legs were spread wide. His eyes seemed to zero in on my pussy, clearly spotting the dildo I was pumping in and out of myself.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, Summer!" my dad cried.
Of course, he should have immediately pulled the door shut and bolted. But he lingered. There was nothing I could do, though. I was deep in the throes of my very intense orgasm, powerless to do a thing except ride it out. I moaned again as he stood there in shock. Finally, he disappeared, but my door was still wide open. Unable to stop it, another loud moan burst from my lips as pleasure continued to roll through my body. The jet of liquid continued to stream into my cunt until I finally let go of the release button. It stopped instantly, but the damage was already done.
My body shuddered and I couldn't help but twist this way and that in my bed while the pleasure continued to consume me. It lasted another solid minute after my dad disappeared, and then my muscles finally relaxed. Hitting the buttons on the side of the toy to make the vibrations stop, I slowly pulled it out of my pussy. Then I lay still, trembling as aftershocks rolled through my body. That was fucking insane!
Shivering, I didn't move for a long time while my body tried to recover from the intensity of my orgasm. My nipples and clit still tingled from it. I could feel liquid oozing from my cunt. It felt weird, but I liked it. Thoughts were spinning through my head, and I felt completely embarrassed about my dad catching me. How the hell was I going to talk to him about what he had witnessed? Well, that wasn't something I had to confront tonight. I was too weak to get out of bed anyway. My legs felt like jelly.
Drowsiness crept in a few minutes later, and I soon fell into a deep sleep.
~~Chapter Three~~
The next day was awkward, to say the least. My dad and I didn't talk much, but we were clearly in the presence of a big elephant in the house. Every time I saw him, I swear my cheeks filled with color. It was embarrassing, knowing what he had witnessed. Oddly enough, I saw him blush, too. So, I knew he was thinking about the exact same thing I was.
Finally, Saturday evening I decided we should probably hash this thing out. I didn't want to walk around on eggshells the rest of my life. My dad was in the living room watching an action movie I didn't recognize. Sitting down at the other end of the couch from him, I thought about how to bring it up. Fortunately, my dad must have had the same thing on his mind, because he spoke first.
"Summer, I'm so sorry for barging in on you last night," he said. When I looked at him, his cheeks were flush. Obviously, he was remembering exactly what he witnessed. Then he added, "I heard you yell, and I thought something was wrong."
Nodding toward him, I said, "It's ok, daddy. I... yeah, I didn't mean to scream so loud. I just kinda couldn't help it." He gave me a funny look, so I turned away. My face felt hot. Then I muttered, "I'm kind of embarrassed about getting caught, though."
"Ah, you don't have to be embarrassed with me," he said. When I didn't respond, he added, "Seriously. It's... normal, what you were doing."
Raising an eyebrow and glancing his way, I asked, "It is?"
