Alone Time

Alone Time

At home, Fiona changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth and hair, and climbed into bed with one of her comic books. Adam didn’t understand much of what was going on - there were children with psychic powers and aliens, he knew, but he had no idea who the characters were or why they were fighting.

A few dozen pages later, Fiona put the comic on the nightstand. She rolled onto her back, pulled down her pajama bottoms, and started rubbing her pussy. Adam felt the call to action in his daughter’s sex organs. Rubbing her labia felt nice, and Adam knew that pretty soon it would get much more intense, but despite his curiosity about the female experience, he decided it would be inappropriate to spy on his daughter’s masturbation. Adam tried to tune out everything he was feeling, but he couldn’t any more than if he had been getting a blowjob in his own body. Adam resigned himself to witnessing his daughter as she got herself off.

She didn’t actually go very far before she stopped. That puzzled Adam: when he was a teenager, he wouldn’t have been able to just stop masturbating once he’d begun.

Curiosity gripped Adam as Fiona stood up and stripped free of her pajamas. From the back of her closet, under boxes of winter clothes, Fiona retrieved a plain brown box. Adam didn’t get a good look at the rest of the contents, but what Fiona took out was a seven inch long dildo - veiny and realistic-looking.

Fiona licked the suction-cup end and stuck it to the mirror mounted on her bedroom wall. On her hands and knees, she backed up into the big silicone thing, wiggling her rear to position the tip perfectly at her vagina without needing her hands. Fiona shifted on her knees, and the tip entered her. Adam felt a sense of pressure inside his body - or rather, Fiona’s. The sensation was alien, but there was no mistaking her body’s approval at the intrusion.

By rocking her hips to and fro, and with the occasional extra wiggle, Fiona pushed more of the dildo into her pussy, bit by bit covering it with her slippery juice and acclimating her body to its size. It felt wonderful, Fiona settled into a pumping rhythm. The feeling shared similarities with Adam’s lifetime of experiences stroking his dick, but it wasn’t the same. Adam wondered how much of the dildo he was feeling - how much Fiona had taken inside of her - but she didn’t ever look back. It felt like a lot. Adam doubted that the girl’s tiny body could fit more than was already inside her.

Fiona stopped again, moving away from the dildo wall. Adam was disappointed. He had been enjoying the feeling of a well-pumped vagina. His body - or hers - had been promised a wealth of additional good feelings, and Adam felt short-changed.