Chapter 2

Jill had made sure I had the logins to the websites where they posted their content, and I was doing my research and slowly clicking through the pages. Just what were they up to? It seemed that Jill would get online once or twice a week to post a live stream. She would post a short video nearly every day and a longer-form video once a month. From what I saw, Jill would display her open pussy and asshole. Do a little finger fucking, and talk dirty to the people on her streams. Somehow it felt almost wholesome and classy, at least as far as porn went. I was proud of her. I had a feeling that I was missing something. Maybe she was not completely transparent, but I could not put my finger on what it was.

My daughter was a different beast. I should have known by her site URL, ‘Sallydoesitall.com.’ Jill was helping me navigate the site. Not that I needed help doing things like that. Jill wanted to present it to me in stages to my daughter’s alter ego. If Jill had known the kind of thoughts I had in my mind, I doubt she would have taken so much care of them.

“OK, Jeff. You asked to see this. Don’t say I did not warn you. You will probably be shocked.” She clicked to open a site to a gallery called Mr. Big.

I could see Mr. Big was not a real man but a huge black dildo. It was as big as my daughter’s forearm, 14 inches long, and 3 inches in diameter. I think that was the dildo that I saw Sally using yesterday. I could not believe the series of still photos that kept coming up. The gallery was in slide-show mode. Every 10 seconds, a new picture would automatically be displayed.

The first picture was my smiling daughter with her legs wide, her glistening cunt front and center. She was holding Mr. Big, resting the tip just above her clit. The monster reached up past her belly button, the balls falling between her tits. I guess it was to show just how BIG!! The toy was related to my tiny daughter. I had one of those unbidden thoughts - who in their right mind would consider it a toy? It was more of a weapon. Sally’s tits were a large C cup with prominent nipples and a large areola, and the nipples were hard. She had a smile on her face that I knew so well. It looked out of place on a cam whore but perfectly natural on my little girl.

“Is she going to put that monster inside her body? I don’t know if I should see that.” I wanted nothing more than to see that thing violating her pussy. I did not want to tell Jill my inner thoughts.

“Jeff, you will be fine. Remember, this is what she wants to do, and she loves what she does. Remember, if you react the wrong way, I know we will lose our girl, and we both don’t want that.” I had to trust her on that one; I did not want to lose anyone, especially my wife or daughter. I could read the subtext in her voice that if I fucked this up, I would lose her as well.

The next picture came into view in high definition.

She had turned the monster around, and it was pointed at her sex, ready for insertion. There was no way that thing would fit. I just knew that it would be impossible for such a little girl to destroy her body with it. I could see little drops of girl goo glistening on her pussy lips. There was a thread of slime starting to hang off of one lip.

“It will never fit, Jill. I am afraid she will hurt herself with that monster.” I really believed that it would be impossible, even given how obviously turned-on she was. Could she really take it, take it all?

“Jeff, relax. She has used this toy many times, plus the guys love watching her stretch her holes.” Did she say holes? Does she put that thing up her ass too? I loved to see women stuff their asses full of big toys. I still had a problem looking at my daughter, trying things that I loved to see, and seeing what other men’s daughters did.

In the next picture, the head of the cock was buried in her cunt. I did not know any other word that would describe what that huge rubber tool was entering her pussy. Just the bell end had slipped into the ridge of the cock head, barely visible. I could see her pussy lips stretching and gripping the rubber cock around her opening. She had an open-mouthed facial expression with what looked like joy in her eyes or maybe excitement. She was doing just what I had seen so many performers do but with more joy. It looked like she was truly having the time of her life.

“How can she take that grotesquely huge thing in her cunt and still smile?” I voiced my concern. I was shocked as the next picture showed over half of Mr. Big hiding in her flesh.

“Jeff, have you never heard of a size queen? She loves big insertions, but this is not the only big cock nor the biggest she has. But it is one of her favorites.”

The next picture came up. I could not believe it; she had over half the cock in her cunt. The muscles on her biceps were tight from straining while she forced the intruder into its desired place. She was really pushing it home. She was looking at the camera with a lurid expression. She was getting off on impaling herself, or maybe she was getting off showing herself to an audience, or maybe both.

“You know, Jeff, that dildo was the first big one I bought for her. I think it has a special place in her heart.” Jill purchased that for Sally on purpose, to help her stretch out her cunt. I looked at Sally’s face and saw what looked like love.

“What is that look on her face like a first love kind of thing?” I still could not tear my eyes off the increasingly lewd scene on the monitor. Each picture is more intense than the last.

I gasped when the next picture came up. She had that fucking massive silicone weapon buried up to the balls. She had all 14” inserted into her stretched cunt. There was nothing but joy on her face, no pain, just contented joy. I could see the bulbous head stretch a lump near her ribcage. I could not believe that she took a hand and started to rub the end of the cock from outside her tummy. It bulged like she had a baseball wanting to come out of her belly.

“OH my GOD, Jill, that thing is massive. I can’t believe she likes this. It has to be past the opening of her cervix and in her womb. How can she not be in agony?” I was amazed at the sheer joy reflected on her face. Her bright eyes looked at the camera like she was looking directly at me.

“This is just the start, Jeff. Look at the site name. ‘Sally does it all’. She really means that, or at least she is willing to try it ALL! And Take it ALL. That is with a capital ALL.” Jill gives a secretive laugh. “She is ‘bound’ to try it all.” That sounded weird, but I let it lie, or at least an omission.

“Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle knowing everything all at once. I probably need to be eased into her life. I need a slow approach, like you know how to boil a frog, and I am the frog. You know, put the frog in cold water and then slowly heat it, and the frog will not try to get out until it is too late. If you try to put a frog in boiling water, he will try to escape as best he can. Just heat my water slowly, please.” I wanted to go slow, not because I was not turned on. I would binge-watch all her content if I could. I need to keep my cool for Jill’s and Sally’s sake.

“OK, I can try. Here, watch the movie from which these stills were taken. Let me create a playlist for you, one that I think you can handle.” That was probably a good thing. I still need to decide how I am going to play a part in this, if at all. Would they let me? Would they want me to be a part of this?

“That sounds good. I want to try to accept Sally as she is. However, I will need some mental hardening and conditioning.”

I watched two videos that day. Both involved Mr. Big. Sally fucked her cunt with that thing mercilessly, pounding it in and out with full strokes; her cunt was stretched open and would gape open like the mouth of a hungry baby bird wanting food from its parent. It was one of the most erotic dildo shows I have ever seen. Fingers from both hands would pull her tunnel-wide, displaying the inside of her young body. It was one of the most erotic videos I have ever seen, that is, until I saw the next video. Each video I watched made me a little more accepting of Sally’s ‘hobby.’