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Dad Gave Me My First Dildo

This story goes back a couple years ago to when I still lived at home with my parents. My family was always fairly private about things like sex and masturbation. However, my room was right next to my parents and I often times heard them having sex when I was growing up. It always sounded like they were having a good time, which I guess made me interested in my own sexuality at a young age. I quickly discovered masturbation and through trial and error found common household items that served as makeshift dildos. My favorite objects were various sized handles from things such as screw drivers, hair brushes, and cooking tools. They all served the purpose. I would rush home from school on days that I was horny so I could masturbate with those things before my parents got home. I usually had at least an hour before either of them got home. My biggest fear was to get caught with something odd like that inside of me.

One day I came home from school and was masturbating with one of my favorite objects. It was an ice cream scoop that that had a big rounded handle that made it easy to hold onto while scooping out ice cream. It was a bit weird to hold on to, but it filled me up nicely and felt great. I remember I was completely naked on my bed really getting into things when the worst of my fears came true. The door to my room swung open and there was my dad standing there. Both of our initial reactions were like 'oh shit!', but neither of us really moved. My dad then blurted out something about him thinking that I was crying and that he wanted to make sure that I was ok. Then, for whatever reason, I really did freak out and start crying. After a couple seconds my dad came over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it and started trying to comfort me. I don't remember everything that I was babbling on about, but I guess I kept apologizing for him catching me masturbating. From there I sat up and he was holding me and telling me that everything was going to be ok and that masturbating is normal. He even went as far as to tell me that he masturbated on a regular basis. I didn't believe him because I always heard him and mom having sex. He assured me that he did whenever they didn't have sex for a couple days. The subject then turned to my choice of 'dildos'. My dad saw the ice cream scoop on the bed and asked me if that was what I was using. I shook my head and he then went on to lecture me about how some things could be dangerous because they weren't designed to be used in this way. He then went on to say that he'd much rather see me using a sex toy for my own safety.

After the brief lecture, he then asked me if I'd like to try a real dildo. I was embarrassed, but admitted that I did, but didn't know where to get one. He then excused himself for a minute. When he came back he had a pink dildo with him that was still in its package. I asked him where it came from. He told me that he had bought it for mom, but hadn't given it to her yet. I then asked if she masturbated too. I just couldn't grasp the concept that my parents, who were mature adults, would be masturbating. Dad assured me that she did and then asked me if I thought the new dildo would work better than the scoop. I said that I didn't know. He then encouraged me to try it out. I was still highly embarrassed by the whole situation and protested the idea. He still gave me the package. After looking at it for a few seconds, I realized that I really did want to try it out. I asked if I could take it out of the package to look at it and my dad helped me get it out.

After inspecting it for a few seconds, I really wanted to play with it, but was still embarrassed. My dad obviously could sense that hesitancy and came up with an unusual plan to ease the tension. He said that since I didn't believe that he masturbated, he would masturbate for me if I let him watch me try out the dildo. Curiosity, horniness, and skepticism got the best of me and I agreed. I barely had the words out of my mouth and my dad was already stripping down. Before long he was completely naked just like I was. His penis was standing straight out from his body and the tip of it was glistening with his precum. He then pulled up the chair from my desk and sat down next to the bed. For being my dad, there wasn't the 'yuck' factor that I expected to be. Instead, I thought it was kinda cool seeing him like that and within a few minutes my fears and nerves were minimized. I tried putting the dildo inside me, but was having a hard time. My dad told me to hold on and left the room briefly. When he came back he had a bottle of some clear lube. He squirted some on his penis and then handed the bottle to me. I put some on the dildo and then carefully inserted it into my vagina. At first I was kinda surprised because it wasn't as big as some of the objects that I used, but it was definitely more appropriately shaped.

Within a couple minutes I figured out how to hit my fun spot. Meanwhile, my dad was sitting there next to me stroking away. I guess he really did masturbate! He seemed to be enjoying my experimentation with the dildo quite a bit. The sounds of my grunts and his groans began to fill the room. He began to stroke faster and encouraged me to do the same. I had never seen a guy cum in person but wanted to so I readjusted myself on the bed so I was on the edge of the bed facing him. It didn't take long for us to both reach climax. I don't remember much of the dialog between us approaching orgasm and during the orgasm. All I remember is that it was loud and hot, and at the last second my dad stood up and came right to the edge of the bed and stood right between my legs and came all over me. I wasn't expecting that and it felt weird having his hot cum spurting all over me. But in the heat of the moment I didn't care and let myself go in the midst of a huge orgasm of my own.

Finally things calmed down and we both came back to our senses. Suddenly my dad was the one apologizing for having cum all over me. I was literally covered from my head down to my vagina He quick ran to get a towel for me to wipe off with. I found myself having to assure him that I didn't mind, but he kept apologizing anyways. Finally I blurted out that I didn't mind as long as he didn't get it in my face anymore. He looked at me with surprise that I said 'anymore'. He quickly pointed out that by me saying that, it implied that we would masturbate together again sometime. After a couple of seconds to digest what was just said, I replied back that you never know what might happen... that i never expected to get caught to begin with... but now that it has happened once it wouldn't be the completely unexpected for it to happen again. My dad just smiled, gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and said that we'd see what happened. He then quickly headed off to get cleaned up before my mom came home.

After that day, he caught me a couple more times. Each time we masturbated to orgasm together and each time he shot his load all over me. I moved out on to my own two years ago and since then haven't had the opportunity to get back home for one of our encounters. However, the one thing that I do appreciate now more than ever is the size of the loads that my dad used to shoot all over me. Most of the guys that I've messed around with barely sprinkle me with cum when they shoot. My dad used to shower me with cum when he'd shoot. It's kind of funny that what started out as something that I disliked is now what I miss the most. I guess I'm just a dirty girl! Maybe it's time to go back home back one of these days get one of his hot showers to make me feel better!


Posted on: 2008-02-22 00:00:00 | Author: