It wasn’t always like this; growing up, my dad was wonderful, kind, firm when he needed to be, and always loving. I was a typical Daddy’s Girl, attached to his hip at all times. And that’s how our relationship was, he was my hero, I was his little girl. For me, that all changed one afternoon when I was lucky enough to be home alone. I was unlucky enough to have my personal toy die on me right after I started. Desperate for release, I decided to check my parent’s room for something to use. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, I found a vibrating dildo. It was girthy and long, but a little crude. Any port in a storm, right?
I took the toy back to my room, laid on my bed, turned the vibration on and began to rub it against my clit. It wasn’t long before my pussy was excited and dripping wet. Now, I mentioned that my toy was a licking toy, it also vibrates; besides that, I had only used my fingers, I have no other toys. I thought about pushing the dildo inside me, but it was much bigger than my fingers, and that made me nervous. I continued to vibrate and used my fingers inside me, building up to my first climax. It was a good one, but I wanted more. I wanted a bigger one, so I kept going.
I teased the opening of my pussy with the head of the dildo, I could feel it stretching me. I persisted, even though it was a bit uncomfortable at times, until I had about half of the dildo inside me. I determined that was enough, and proceeded to work it in and out, stimulating things my fingers couldn’t; my g-spot, my cervix, the full feeling it gave me, it was all amazing. I came harder than I ever had, legs twitching, squirming all over the bed; and when I finally pulled the dildo out with an audible sound, it was followed with a squirt that shot down the bed. I had never done that before, it was amazing.
I finally got up, wobbly legged, and stripped my bed so I could wash the linens. I cleaned the dildo and took it back to my parent’s room to put it back where I found it. That’s when I saw it. The Clone a Willy paperwork sitting beneath where the dildo had been. I just had the best orgasm of my life, with a copy of my daddy’s cock. I should have felt embarrassed, disgusted, ashamed; but I didn’t, I felt intrigued.
That was the moment it started for me. If a copy felt that good, what would the real thing feel like? I began to think about it; the warmth, the soft hardness, the familiar smell of his musk. I did not put the toy away. Instead, I took his pillow and held it, smelling him as I inserted the toy again. I thrust faster this time, and maybe a little deeper, leaning against the foot board of the bed. When I came, my legs failed to hold me up, I collapsed to the floor. Trying to catch myself with my hands, I pulled the dildo out suddenly, and squirted another dose of juice onto the bedroom floor. I sat there, trying to recover, breathing heavily. I got up, stumbled to the bathroom, rewashed the dildo, and grabbed a towel to clean up the mess; thank goodness for hardwood floors.
I cleaned my mess, returned the dildo and the pillow to their proper locations, then went to clean myself and change my soaked shorts. Two amazing back-to-back orgasms. I was even more curious now. But what was I going to do about my curiosity? I didn’t know, but I knew I would be going back for that dildo again.
