Charlotte’s Dildo – Using a Condom

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Two weeks after the first time I fucked my daughter, we were sitting on the sofa looking at a video on her smartphone. The boys were out practicing on new skateboards, Pearl was grocery shopping. Charlotte was showing me a video of her and Joan practicing cheerleader routines, they were trying out for the school cheer squad. As I leaned toward her to view the small screen, my daughter twisted slightly and lifted her legs from the floor to across mine, causing her to lean away from me. I bent more to her to see the video, and as I did, I put a hand on her thigh to hold myself steady. She was wearing sports briefs, short and high cut so my hand was lying on her bare skin. Not conscious of where my hand was, or what I was doing I began to stroke my daughter with my fingertips. After feeling up my daughter’s leg for a few moments my focus moved from the smartphone to her. I slipped some fingers under the loose shorts and eased them into the junction of her thighs. Charlotte sipped a breath, caught my eyes with hers, then as she pulled my hand out of her pants, she smiled, “Don’t do that daddy, it’s bad.”

Full of innocence I asked her, “Don’t do what?”

Her eyes sparkled, “Feel me up like that.”

“Like that?”

She smiled, “Like you want to have sex with me.”

“Why in hell would I do that, you’re my sweet innocent daughter.”

Charlotte grinned, “Innocent? Didn’t you trash that a couple of weeks ago?”

My prick was evolving and having her remind me of taking her chastity was working my libido into a maelstrom of desire for my daughter again. We hadn’t done anything since that morning, and I got the impression that Charlotte was ready to end our period of abstinence. I grabbed her, drew her down to her back, and put my fingers to her ribs. I was digging at her sides, she was squirming and flopping while trying hard to laugh and breathe at the same time. Her legs were kicking high, I was getting flashes of black panties, her top had pulled up enough to bare her bra. “Stop! Omigawd stop dad, I can’t breathe!”

I stopped tickling her and let her sit up, she was gasping for air, watching me. When I relaxed back on the sofa she pounced. Charlotte launched at me, wrapped her arms around my head then rolled me off the sofa to the floor. I ended up on my back with my daughter sitting on my chest, she had my arms pinned to the floor, “Now what daddy, whatcha gonna do now?” she challenged. I looked at the crotch of her shorts, the material was pulled tight enough I could see the form of her pussy, taunting my morals.

I humped my ass to toss her off me, she fell to her back, I rolled over her and pinned her arms to the floor, I thrust my erection against the junction of her legs, “I’m going to fuck you.”

My daughter’s eyes flared wide, she rolled her hips, pressing her pussy against the bulge in my pants, and retorted with a fake pout, “Well, if you have to, but make it quick, I might have better things to do.” I got off her, she stood then kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand. Charlotte led me to her room then stopped by the bed where I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her breasts, I pressed my erection against her ass, she rocked her hips, getting a good feel of it.

She stepped away then opened her laptop, “I want to show you something,” she said. In seconds she had called up another pornography website. She opened a video of a girl on a bed bent over some hunky hard-on, she looked up at me and whispered, “I’ve been practicing.” While the girl on the screen sucked cock, the girl in the room went into her bathroom, my erection grew three more notches. I was on the bed with her computer resting on my stomach when Charlotte came back, she was still wearing the top, but nothing else, shorts and panties were on the floor of the bathroom. She bounced onto the bed next to me then rested her head on my shoulder and started watching a pretty brunette giving some guy head. I still had my clothes on so while the video girl licked and slobbered, my girl opened my pants then reached into my shorts and started stroking my cock. She nuzzled my ear, “Does mom do that with you?”

I put the computer aside then pulled my pants off, in moments my daughter and I were naked below the waist and ready for each other. I pushed her to her back, got between her legs with my head over her pussy, and looked into her eyes, “Your mother can give a good blow job, but I usually get her in the mood first.”

Smoldering eyes looked into mine, “How?”

I didn’t answer but dipped my head, kissed her cunt then started educating her about oral sex. I’d done this once before, but I knew getting her hotter and hornier was the key to getting a good job, she had to want to suck my dick for her pleasure, not just mine. I licked and lapped Charlotte’s pussy while massaging her clit with a thumb and in just a couple of minutes she began to sing an orgasmic song. She was vibrating, her heels denting the bed, and she was trying to pull the hair off my head. I lifted off my daughter then flipped to my back, “Your turn girl, show me what you’ve learned.”

She smiled, her eyes glinted lust then she slid down the bed so her head was even with my groin. Charlotte gripped my erection and studied it for a few seconds then put the tip of her tongue into the hole, getting a taste of pre-cum. She glanced into my eyes then kissed the crown, her hand gripped tighter, she bent it to her, then cautiously slid her lips over the head, I could feel her tongue pressing on the underside of my erection, for a few moments that was the only thing I could feel, her tongue flexing. She dipped her head to take me about halfway, then pulled up. Charlotte lifted off me, watched my eyes for a reaction, I told her, “That’s a good start girl.” She grinned, then began in earnest to give me head.

Even though she was a beginner, I didn’t try to coach her, I just laid back and let her experiment. She bobbed only, no tongue action, no licking or deep throat moves. My daughter was learning a woman’s craft and I was content to let her learn at her own pace; more than content, I was thrilled, from swollen nuts to the end of my prick. She sucked me for a couple of minutes then put a hand under my balls and pinched the sack then caressed them with her fingertips. After another minute or so she raised off my lap and asked eagerly, “How was that?” Her hand squeezed my cock tight. I didn’t answer her, I pulled her up to lie on my stomach, spread her legs with my hands then thrust up, impaling her on my long thick erection. Charlotte gasped a deep breath, dropped her head to my chest then got lost in the feeling of her father fucking her again. It didn’t take long for her to start cramping with climatic shocks, she was panting and groaning sensual peaks as I slammed her pussy. She managed to push up to look into my face and stammer, “Don’t finish in me, tell me when you are ready; OH–Uhhh!”

I rolled her to her back then hooked her legs in my elbows and screwed my daughter until I couldn’t hold on any longer, “Now Charlotte, I need to cum!”

She pushed me up and over to my back, twisted around to my lap then took my cock into her mouth. I didn’t have to ask what she wanted; my erection cramped tight then I blasted the first surge through her lips. Charlotte took the first shot of cum, her eyes went wide with unease, she took the second surge then lifted off and watched my prick fire streams of semen over her hand and my legs. When I was done convulsing, she parted her lips slightly and blew cum bubbles at me. When about half my load was dripping off her chin, she swallowed what was left. Her brow creased with distaste for a moment then she grinned as if she had won a prize. She wiped her face clean with two fingers then smeared the mess on my shirt. Charlotte sat up, swung a leg over my lap, and sat on my balls, “Does mom do it like that?”

“You’ll need to practice more to reach your mother’s skill level, but believe me girl, that was pretty damn awesome for the first time.”

My daughter beamed her delight, “My dildo tastes like plastic, this was different.”

“How different?”

I had to laugh at her answer, “Well, for one, you sure as hell don’t taste like plastic.”

I checked the clock; we still had a couple of hours alone so we were in no hurry to get off her bed. She and I pulled off our shirts then lay in each other’s arms talking about sex and what we had done. I pulled her bra off to bare her breasts then caressed the nipples as we talked. Eventually, we picked up her tablet and started watching more blowing and fucking on the small screen. After a half-hour or so of internet porn, we began our own porn. Charlotte revived my prick, using her fingers and mouth. We didn’t start screwing right away, she fondled me and I hand fucked her casually while she informed me she was ready to start dating some kid named Luke, “He’s asked me out three times, can I start dating dad?”

“Is he a full-blown retard?”

My daughter laughed lightly, “Not really, he can walk and talk at the same time.”

“You want to go to bed with him?” I thrust my long finger, sliding it on her clit as I pushed deep into her pussy.

She shivered, fluttered her eyes closed then exhaled a sigh, “No, not that. Maybe if I like him a lot arnavutköy escort I will, but I’m not gonna screw any boy first time out, or second, or third.”

I smiled at her, “So what will you do if you get horny but don’t screw him?”

Charlotte put a hand on my face, leaned to me, and kissed me softly on the lips. When she pulled back, she told me, “I’ll come home and hope mom is out.”

The tender kiss didn’t convey a family-like rapport, I got the full sensation of a woman kissing a lover. I pulled my hands from her body, then pulled her to me by the neck, in moments I was making out with her. She started climbing all over me, hot, rubbing her body on mine, the girl was beginning to overheat with unchecked lust, she was getting hotter for sex and I was ready to please her. I flipped my daughter off me to her stomach, wedged two pillows under her hips which elevated her ass for me. I kissed and licked her butt for a few moments then jammed two fingers into her, she growled lowly and raised her hips further. I fingered Charlotte until she was begging me, “Mmmmm! Uh! Now dad, put it in daddy! You have to fuck me! OH, daddy, Fuck Me!”

I went to my knees between her legs, pulled her by the hips to me then slammed into her. I stroked her maybe a dozen times before she started wailing a massive orgasm, her body was shaking, her cunt was flowing hot fuck juice, she tried to tear off a corner of the blanket with her teeth. I looked down on the back of my daughter, the glowing skin, slender back, narrow waist, and quivering ass cheeks, the sight and feel of the young female under me set my passion free. My erection clenched, I pushed as far into her as I could then started convulsing, “Take it Charlotte, take it deep, take it, you beautiful piece of ass,” I whispered in her ear. She cramped again and sobbed out another set of hot-blooded spasms.

I don’t know if she passed out from the exertion, or if she was just completely numb from the earthquake climaxes, but my daughter lay on her stomach, eyes closed, totally still. The only movement was the rise and fall of her chest as she gulped cool air, she had a dreamy smile on her lips. I lay silent next to her and thought about what we were doing, father and daughter fucking like newlyweds. I knew I should feel perverted, guilty that I was cheating on my wife, and criminal for what I was doing with my child, but I felt no guilt, no remorse. I felt like I was eighteen again and screwing a hot new girlfriend. Despite what I felt, I knew I was going to have to moderate what we were doing. We had to be careful not to get so involved that we would take chances of getting caught. I also decided, while watching her recover, that this would go on only as long as Charlotte was willing. If and when she said, ‘We have to stop’, we would stop.

The girl must be psychic, because as I was thinking all that, she opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, “You know, we can’t do this too much, what if we get careless and mom or the twins found out?”

“That would be a problem.”

She grinned, “Yeah, an ‘elephant in the room’ problem.”

I looked at the mess dripping from her pussy, “Well, before you decide we need to quit and find a boyfriend, I’m going to get some condoms so you can learn how they are used.”

“Why?”

“Because sweetheart, maybe I can’t knock you up, but almost any other stiff prick can. You have to learn to be careful.”

“Isn’t that what the guy is supposed to do?” She was revealing her inexperience.

“Someday if you start dating Luke, you may let him screw you, but he may not be careful; a lot of men will cum in a woman no matter what she wants or feels. If he did and you got pregnant, he might disappear as soon as you told him you’re gonna have a kid. I hate to say it girl, but you’ll have to insist on protection most of the time.”

Charlotte pushed up to sit next to me, her tits bobbled delightfully for my eyes, she grinned another dare, “So you are going to tell me how they work, or are you going to demonstrate?”

I put a hand on a tit, pinched the nipple stiff as I told her, “Both.”

Charlotte held my face in her hands and questioned me boldly, “Can you fuck again?” Once again, I rose to the occasion, I was mildly surprised and very pleased to get another erection in such a short time, sex with Charlotte was working my libido hard. I got off the bed then pulled her around by the legs until she was face down, spread out like an offering from Eros. I stood between her thighs then pressed into her, as my erection pierced my daughter, she gulped a long breath then sighed it out. I admired her slender back and the firm globes of her ass while I pumped slowly. We had abused our bodies with hard passion twice, that third time we were quietly enjoying slow, soft sex.

I was nearing the end; Charlotte was taking me easily but not wildly, and when I whispered I was ready, she made me pause then rolled from under me to her back, “When you finish dad, be real still, I like how I can feel it.” My erection slid easily into her swollen hole while she watched with passionate eyes. I pumped her a few more times, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes were twinkling, she put two fingers on my prick. I pushed into my daughter then stopped moving while my erection convulsed under her fingertips. Charlotte’s smile grew wider with each pulse then, when she felt me relax, she clenched her vaginal muscles, milking me for another drop of semen. She licked her lips then pulled me down for a soft kiss. She moved her lips from mine and said, “I love you dad.” Her declaration was not as a woman for a man, but as a daughter for her father. She urged me away, sat up, then put her fingers around my cock, tweaked it slightly, and said casually, “We should get dressed before an elephant shows up,” she quipped.

Just as I was leaving her room Charlotte put a hand on my arm to stop me, “Dad, I think I want to shave down there, can you show me how?” Holy Fuck! The goddamn girl just sent another surge of hormones directly to my prick, it started swelling even before I answered her, “Next time we are alone if you want.” So ended a long afternoon of hot fucking sex with my hot fucking daughter.

The next day I did something I hadn’t done since getting married; I went shopping for rubbers. I went to a local CVS and when I found the right section I was stunned. In the years since I last used a rubber, they had exploded in choices of brand name, type, size, color, lubricated or not, and even flavor. What the hell? I could buy a blue, spiked, or ribbed, grape-flavored condom if I wanted. The choices were daunting so I stuck to a basic lubricated Trojan for Charlotte’s introduction to protection. I was somewhat embarrassed when I put the ten pack on the counter. The attractive 30-something cashier looked at me coyly, then with a small smile as she rang me up, she asked, “Hot date night tonight?”

She was being flirty so I flirted back, I caught her big blue eyes with mine, “Could be hotter with the right woman.”

As I was walking away with my bag she said, “Good luck, have fun.” Shit, it was fun flirting again, I hadn’t done that for years. I noticed that she had a ring on, but then, so did I.

“Mom, I want to go to Kaza’s tonight, me and Mallory are meeting Joan there, can you take us, Mallory’s mom can’t.”

“I can’t, I’m taking the boys to the mall, there is a Lego building contest today, they promised to clean their room every day for a month if I take them. Ask your dad, I don’t think he has any plans.”

“Dumbnuts and Numbnuts are going to clean their room for a month? That’ll last about two days.”

“You’re right, but I said I’d drive them.”

I was sitting in my man cave when she came up behind me, put her hands on my shoulders then leaned to puff lightly in my ear, “Mom and the twins are leaving us alone today.” Charlotte kissed the lobe of my ear before she stood back.

I turned in my chair to face her, “Do you have plans?”

My daughter grinned mischief, her eyes radiated provocation, “I don’t know dad, do I?” My prick began to swell as I started making plans for Charlotte and me.

We had lunch at Chili’s then went for an ice-cream dessert. She got a single scoop cone then we sat in a booth, she facing me. As we talked her ice cream started melting down the side of the cone. When the melt reached her fingers Charlotte looked at it, then back at me and stuck her tongue out then very slowly licked the cone, from bottom to top, the running cream puddled on her tongue before she swallowed it. With her eyes holding mine prisoner, my daughter licked the melting ice cream from the cone very slowly, very erotically, until the cone was clean. My blood pressure rose to about 400, my cock stretched so far I thought it would lift the table. I needed to get the girl out of the parlor before I raped her in the booth. I glanced around the room and saw a younger man drooling at my daughter as she licked the cone. I didn’t get jealous or protective, I got hornier because she was going to my cock, not his.

In the car, Charlotte asked me, “Now what?”

“Do you think you are ready for a nice clean shave?”

She twisted on the car seat atakent escort to look at me, thought about my suggestion then agreed without embarrassment, “Yeah, let’s go home, we can do that.”

The ride home was a pleasant passing of time in general quiet. I drove, she was involved with her smartphone, we didn’t say a thing about what we knew was coming. It was apparent Charlotte was comfortable enough with our incestual romps, that we didn’t need to work up to it with coy suggestions, questions, or hesitant hints. Just as I pulled away from a stop sign Charlotte chirped, “Oh wow,” then giggled.

“What’s up?”

“Mallory just texted me, she said, ‘I did it!”

“Did what?”

“She pushed Leroy all the way in, she said she would, but held off because she was nervous, but now she says she did it.”

“Leroy? She has a boyfriend?”

Charlotte glanced at me and snickered, “Leroy, she gave her black dildo a black name.”

“Mallory is dating a black kid?”

“No, but she spends more time looking at black guys on the computer than she does others.”

I remembered what Pearl told me about Mallory copping a feel of the black erection at the party, I looked at my daughter, “And you? Would you date a black kid?”

She avoided a direct answer by teasing me, “Right now, I’m only interested in one boyfriend,” she flickered a small grin, “some married old pervert.”

My cock flexed strongly as I took the conversation back to Mallory, “Took her long enough.”

Charlotte replied with a spark in her laugh, “She doesn’t have a daddy to help.”

The images of nude Mallory on Charlotte’s laptop popped into my mind, I damn near volunteered right then to be her dad for an hour or so, but prudence returned, “Does she know about you?”

“Yeah, but not how, that’s a forever secret.” No more was said on the way home but my mind got busy, focused on the memory of the video of Charlotte’s blond friend playing with the dildo. Again, I experienced tickling nuts while I imagined me teaching Mallory how to use her plaything. Hmm, interesting thought.

She stood facing me while I filled the bathroom sink with warm water. I pulled out her mother’s razor and the lotion-enhanced gel then asked her, “Are you ready for this?” Charlotte looked at me with doubtful eyes, shook her head no, hesitated, then nodded carefully. I reached under her skirt and pinched the sides of her panties then pulled them off her hips. When they fell her ankles, she stepped out of them, her face was beet red, I couldn’t figure why she would be embarrassed after all we’d done, “Sit back baby, open your legs.”

Charlotte stepped back and sat on the closed toilet lid and spread her legs wide, the skirt covered her so I lifted it high until she was exposed. My heart started thudding because even though I had fucked my daughter several times, what I was about to do seemed to me to be the most intimate thing I could think of, I felt my face flushing as I knelt and looked at her body. The light brown hair over and around her crack wasn’t very thick, but enough to hide her slit. I looked into her eyes and saw determination, “Okay, I’m ready,” she said.

I filled my left hand with shave gel then daubed a bit on her pubis, just over the top of her pussy. With two fingertips I gingerly smoothed the crème over the triangle patch of pubic hair. Charlotte was shifting nervously, her legs moving, “Quit moving around, hold still,” I cautioned her. I put the blades of the razor against her skin and lightly stroked away the hair on her lower belly. It didn’t take me long to shave the open expanse of her body but the sides of her body lips and the insides of her thighs needed attention too. I rinsed the blades then encouraged her, “Stand up, put a foot on the toilet lid.” Charlotte took the position, her pussy opened, I could see the pink hole into her body and the cyclops eye of my erection was enjoying the view; relishing the anticipation of slipping into that hole again. I smeared gel over my hand again then pressed it to her pussy. Charlotte jerked away from the first touch but rolled her butt forward again while I rubbed the stuff over and to the sides of her slit. I noticed the insides of her right thigh vibrate briefly. I took the razor and very carefully began to shave my daughter; light smooths strokes took the curls off evenly. I got as much as I could but her position didn’t let me get it all, “Shift feet,” told her. She changed feet on the stool giving me access to the other side of her cunt. My nuts were begging for mercy.

When I was done doing the most intimate act I could ever think of doing with my girl, I was emboldened enough to feel the entire area that I had shaved, feeling for any missed stubble. I rubbed and felt her body slowly. Charlotte let me play around her slit for a few seconds, a reward maybe for my service, then stepped back to observe her new style in the mirror. She looked somber, she asked, “Does this make me sexy?” I started the shower while she remained in front of the full-length mirror, “That looks weird, and I’m a little cold. Do you like it daddy?”

As I pulled off my pants I answered, “What’s not to like? Charlotte accepted the new grooming, beamed her delight, turned so her butt was against the sink counter, and pushed up to sit on it. She spread her legs then reached for me. With my pants riding my ankles I dropped to my knees. I kissed Charlotte’s clean-shaven pussy then licked her from ass to clit, she shook and moaned. She tasted of shave crème so I stood, kicked off my pants, shed my shirt, then led her to the shower.

As soon as we were under the stream of water, I lifted my daughter to sit on my hips, she wrapped her legs around my waist which put her pussy in the right position. I pushed up and into her and started screwing her. She leaned back against the stall and began to moan. We fucked like that for a couple of minutes then I pulled away, set her on the floor, spun her around, and pushed her so she was bent at the waist with her hands on her knees, I pressed back in and fucked her hard, using her hips as handles to keep her close. Charlotte began to growl, tossing her head, water flying from the tips of her hair. She pushed up on her toes and started gasping for words, “Oh my fucking god, OH! Huhmmmm!” She was quivering as she came.

She stood shakily, put her arms around me for support for a few seconds, resting her head on my chest. I turned the water off then we stepped from the stall. Dripping water, she grabbed my hand and took me directly to her bed. When we got to her room, she let me know in no uncertain terms how hot she was. With no hesitation, she dropped to her knees and inhaled my erection. The girl sucked my cock for a couple of minutes, working me up to the same level of sexual need she was feeling. When her work was done, she took me to bed, then took control and made me screw her in several different positions, her second string of climaxes rattled her when she was riding my lap. As soon as she shook off that orgasm, we paused long enough to catch our breath then she moved up to straddle my face and ordered me to eat her cunt.

She peaked the third time with my tongue teasing her clean-shaven pussy. I rolled her to her back then we started making out; necking, touching, caressing, fondling, while using our mouths and hands to excite the other even more. When the fires were stoked high enough, I plunged into Charlotte then we mated as if our only goal was to get her pregnant. My daughter was wild, hot, her body was demanding satisfaction, I felt like I was in bed with a fully matured, experienced, hot to fuck woman. She was on her stomach, I was angled up over her ass, I put a hand under her, feeling the smooth-shaven skin of her pelvis, not only could I feel her skin, I could feel my erection through her stomach. As I slid in and out of my daughter, my cock was so deep I could feel the bulge of it on my hand. It was a shocking but erotic feeling, shocking because it made me realize just how small she is, but erotic because of how completely she could take my cock. Just as those realizations slammed into my head Charlotte moaned deep in her throat then arched off the bed, and begged me to cum.

It was only after she and I were dressed and relating as a family again that I thought about how aggressive my daughter had been for sex. She wasn’t at all shy about telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it.

Charlotte’s lack of restraint encouraged me to say something that had been on my mind since I hacked her computer, “Mallory took her girlhood with Leroy, has she gone for the real thing yet?”

“I don’t think so, why?”

“I was just thinking sweetheart, maybe I could be her first, like I was for you.”

Her eyes went wide but I couldn’t read them, she looked at me for a few silent moments, her lips twitched a hint of a smile, then without a word, my daughter left to clean up. I was so involved with my girl that day we forgot I had a supply of rubbers to use with her.

The next Friday after school, Charlotte and I left the house to do some shopping, or at least that’s what we told her mother. As soon as we were in the car, I told her, “I brought some condoms, time for a lesson or two.”

She bostancı escort smiled, put a hand on my thigh, and ran her fingers across the form of my prick, which was quickly gaining heft, “Two sounds better than one, where are we going?” What she said, where her hand was, revealed how she was feeling, and made me think of how sexually free she was becoming.

“As a teenager dating, most of your sexual adventures will be the back seat of a car, I thought you should get used to that.” Charlotte grinned, kissed me on the cheek then put her hand on my thigh, her fingers eased over to caress the bulge in my pants. With my daughter feeling me up I headed for some hill country near Swift River. I used to take her mother out there to get laid, might as well start a family tradition. Charlotte opened my zipper then slipped her hand into my briefs and captured my erection. She stroked me slowly for a few moments then arched off the seat and pulled her panties down, then kicked them to the floor. When she was comfortable, she pulled my right hand under her skirt to the junction of her thighs, bent my long finger, and guided it to her warm wet entrance. She tilted her seat back, rested her head then started making wordless sounds, as I fingered her she was petting my massive cock.

I shut off the engine then told Charlotte, “Get in the back sweetheart.” She started to climb between the seats but I stopped her to kiss her. Not a platonic daddy kiss, a hot, ‘I’m turned on’ kiss. She plastered her body against mine, rubbing on me everywhere we touched then pushed back and slipped through the seats to the back of the big SUV. I’m a lot bigger than my petite daughter so I struggled to hunch and hump over the console to join her, she was giggling at my struggle, “Shit, when I brought your mother out here, the cars were wider and had bench seats, it was a lot easier to get laid.”

“You’re just out of practice,” she remarked. When I finally managed to get through the gap between the seats, Charlotte put her arms around my neck, fell back to the seat pulling me with her, she was ready with no more delay. In the few seconds it took to get into a comfortable position it flashed through my mind that if she got hot for sex like this all the time, her future boyfriends were going to have a lot of fun after their third date.

We didn’t need a lot of necking and groping before we screwed. Charlotte pulled her skirt high, I lowered my pants, then with no hesitation I drove my erection deep. She arched her back, yelped her pleasure then we proceeded to abuse each other for our own needs. I was glad I still had my shirt on, she was gouging my shoulders with her fingernails; without the shirt I would have had marks that would be hard to explain to the girl’s mother. We meshed and clashed for a few minutes then I had to take a break, it was time to teach her about condoms. I pulled back and sat up next to her, she stayed on her back but lifted her legs and stretched them across the seat, across my thighs, her thigh pressed my boner against my stomach as I searched for the condom I put on the console earlier. There was enough moon she could see what I was doing, “Some guys will put this on before screwing you, some will want to wait until they are ready to cum, it gives them a break for the urge to die down so they can fuck you more. You have to be careful, even though they promise to put one on later, some might forget and pump you up. Some guys will never pull out, no matter what the girl wants or says.”

She moved a foot and poked my prick with her big toe, “How do I get some guy to stop or pull out before he does?”

“If you’re lucky you will know when he is almost there, he might get tense, he might start telling you how fucking good you feel, he might even say that he loves you; be wary as hell if he says that. Any boy who says he loves you only when his cock is in you, wants only one thing, to cum as deep as he can. Some girls will take anything, let some bastard do anything if she hears those words.” While I was talking, I took the latex sheath from its package and handed it to Charlotte. She studied it carefully then tried to unroll it. “No, stop, you can’t unroll it first, the way to get it on is to slip it over the head then roll it down until it fits all the way, here let me show you.” I put the thing on the head of my hard-on then rolled it down, my daughter kept her fingers on it, feeling how it went on.

When I was fully encased, she smiled up at me, grabbed my cock, and tugged on it, “It’s slippery.”

“They are made lubricated; it will be easier for you because there won’t be any friction.”

She smiled up at me, raised her knees until her feet were on my thighs. Charlotte started poking my erection again, with the big toe of her left foot, “So, show me how it works.” I put a hand between her wide-spread legs then pushed two fingers into her, she gushed, “Oh!” I fingered her until she started groaning and rolling her body against my hand then positioned myself to screw her. I turned her over, her knees were on the floor of the car, I was over her back. I grabbed her hips, pulled her onto my latex-covered bone then screwed her without restraint.

The shocks and springs on my big SUV were getting a serious workout, the car was bouncing in sync to my thrusting into Charlotte. She was lying face down on the seat panting and gasping, then groaning through a series of orgasmic shudders, each one getting stronger, growing in intensity and frequency. My erection was swollen with the juices from my balls and when I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, I began to cramp as I filled the end of the condom. Charlotte felt me cum and joined me in the final climax. She shook, chirped, growled, and moaned, as my groin smacked her ass in a frenzy.

We were sitting side by side, both sweating. I opened the windows for cool air, she and I were slumped, relaxed on the seat, not saying a word. She stirred to face me then gripped my latex sheathed prick and fingered it, feeling how it was swollen with semen. She looked from it to me, “That didn’t feel different.”

“Good, I’m glad you think so.”

“Why?”

“Because if you didn’t like screwing while he wears protection, you might take chances that could end up bad for you. I’m not ready to be promoted to granddad yet.”

Charlotte chirped a quick laugh and commented as she tugged the full rubber off my cock, “I’m not thinking that way, I’ll make damn sure any hard prick that gets between my legs has one of these.” Again, her adult-sized comment caught my attention, I took the sheath from her and tossed it out the window.

Charlotte twisted around and sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and laid her head on my shoulder, “I love you daddy. I’m going to start dating Luke, he’s asked me out four times now.”

I wanted reassurance I hadn’t turned my daughter into a wanton slut so I asked her, “You going to fuck him, do you want to carry some condoms with you?”

She sat up and stared into my eyes, slightly irritated, “Dad, I told you, it will take time, maybe I won’t like him that way. I’m not going to hop under the blankets with anybody right away; you don’t know how fast a girl can get a bad reputation doing that. I hear about girls who will fuck a boy if he even just asks. I doubt it, but that’s the way guys tell it. I won’t be one of them, any boy who wants me, will have to prove he can keep his motherfucking mouth shut.”

How many times could this girl shock me, “Motherfucking mouth?”

She smiled impishly, “Well, I have a Fatherfucking mouth, I guess there must be some guys with a Motherfucking mouth.”

I smiled with her then said, “When the time is right and you think you need some, you can have the ones I bought.”

Charlotte grinned, her eyes glinted then she kissed me lightly, “Not all of them, let’s use another right now.” She shifted around so she straddled my lap and since we weren’t wearing anything below the waist, her pussy was pressed on my cock. She wiggled her ass, I started filling with lust again. She and I started nuzzling, necking, and caressing lightly while my prick swelled and grew longer. I pushed her blouse to her neck, unlatched the bra then spent the next few minutes paying intimate attention to her breasts while she shivered and gasped through another light climax. Just as she peaked, I urged her up to turn around then pulled her down, my hard-on split her then while watching her back, then she and I started again. Charlotte put her arms on the back of the driver’s seat, her head on her arms then began to rock her hips, fucking me as she sat on my thighs. After a few minutes, I pressed another condom in her hand, she paused, got off my legs then returned to the seat beside me. She tore open the foil then carefully rolled it down my cock. I made sure it was properly secured then she mounted over my lap again, then I screwed her to the end.

Later that evening, just before she went to bed, Charlotte caught me in the kitchen, Pearl was watching TV so her daughter felt safe talking intimacies with me, “I thought of more benefits of using a rubber.”

“What’s that?”

“No messy panties,” she kissed me on the cheek then puffed into my ear, “and if you sneak in to ravage me in my sleep some night, you won’t leave spots on the sheets. Love you, good night.” Three nights later I took Charlotte up on her invitation. While her mother slept in one bed, I fucked my sleeping daughter in another. Well, she was sleeping when I started.

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