Weeks later—another Sunday steak dinner. Knew before she spoke.
“Dad… need another favor.”
Gulp. “What?”
Biting lip. “Another video.”
“No, Madison.”
“I couldn’t stop it. New challenge.”
“Can’t do head again.”
“Not head.”
“What then?”
“Who gives the best fuck.”
“Jesus. No.”
“Just listen.”
“No—blowjob was already too far. Fucking? That’s your virginity. Permanent.”
“Hear me out. Since the head video I’m basically famous at school. Everyone’s seen it.”
“Everyone?”
“Yeah. Guys hit on me constantly now.”
“Unbelievable.”
“I’m popular. Now the dare is full sex.”
“First—sex means intimacy, risk, kids, everything. Think.”
“I know. But I have an idea.”
“Don’t want to hear it. I’m your dad.”
“That’s why it works. Want the plan or should I ask Mr. Peterson?”
“Don’t pull that again.”
“Deadline’s tomorrow.”
Face in hands. “Regret last time at all?”
“No. Do you?”
“Yes. It’s wrong.”
“But you liked it.” Pout. “Wouldn’t more feel good?”
“Of course—but I’d hate myself.”
“Okay—plan. We fake it.”
“How?”
“When I finger myself I feel my hymen. So… just the head inside. Don’t break it. Then angle camera sideways—block the view. Looks real.”
“That’s insane.”
“Please? Don’t make me go next door.”
Sigh. “No real penetration?”
“Nope. Fake.”
“Fuck. Okay.”
“Yes!” Dragged me to her room.
Stripped instantly—shirt, pants, bra. Breasts free. Panties dropped. Completely shaved—tiny clit peeking, slit so small.
“Okay, Dad—your turn.”
Helped me undress. Cock sprang up. Her eyes widened.
“Forgot how intimidating it is in person. My friends say you belong in porn.”
“Working on the portfolio.”
Giggle. “Worried. My pussy’s small—this is scary.”
“Just looks. We fake.”
“I know—but even the head might hurt. Not built for huge.”
Grabbed me—amateur strokes felt perfect.
“So hard.” Pushed it down, let it spring. “Like a steel bar.”
“Let’s film.”
Climbed on bed, ass up—perfect view. Wet already, lips parting. Turned, sat, spread wide.
“Show me how.”
Crawled between thighs, cock hovering.
“You love touching it, huh?”
“Yeah. Wish I had one to play with always.” Fingers traced her slit. “Think the head fits?”
“Gonna find out. Wet enough?”
“Have lube.”
KY from drawer—squirted, warmed, coated me, kneaded. Grunted. She smiled.
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
Rubbed leftover on her lips. Phone ready.
“I’ll film.”
“Okay.”
“Just head—hold a minute. Then side angle, fake thrusts between legs—no one sees.”
“Got it.”
“Here we go.” Record. “I’m Madison—this is how you fuck a monster cock. Stay jealous, girls.”
Aimed down. Legs wider. I gripped, tapped clit.
“Mmm. Rub my pussy with it.”
Dirty talk from my daughter. I slid the head along her folds—slippery.
“Oh—that’s nice.”
Head at entrance—pushed. Deep moan. Legs lifted, toes curled.
“Fuck—stopstopstop.” Phone down. “Too big.”
Eased out. “You good?”
Shook head. “Won’t fit.”
“Almost in.”
Breathless, she stared at my cock, then her slit. “Thought I could. Not sure.”
Stroked me. “Any way to make it smaller?”
“No.”
“Softer?”
“Looking at your naked body? No chance.”
“Damn.” Squeezed. “Huge problem.”
“Let me try again.”
“Okay. Slow.”
Lifted her feet. “Hold your legs.”
She grabbed thighs, feet dangling.
“Camera?”
“Later. Testing first.”
“Okay. Gentle with that giant thing.”
Tapped her clit, rubbed. Moaned.
“Love when you rub there.”
“Need inside. Ready?”
“Yeah. Slow, Dad.”
Pushed—head resisted. Groan.
“Stop!”
Didn’t. Leaned in. Pop—head inside. Legs dropped; groan.
“Look—it’s in.”
“Huge.”
“So tight.”
Sat up, legs spread. One hand braced, other stroked shaft. I pushed another inch.
“No more—can’t.”
“So small.”
“You’re a horse.” Breathless. “Not sure I can handle this much.”
“Pull out?”
“No. Looks hot. Just… don’t move. Hurts when you do.”
Flexed inside—she gasped.
“Dad! Don’t. Too big.”
Flexed again—moan, head back.
“Stop.”
Horny with just the head buried. Wanted deeper—no hymen yet.
“Let me try more.”
“No—cherry. Too big.”
“Little bit.”
Pushed—she groaned, another inch.
“Ow—stop! Fuck.”
Panting, hand on shaft.
“How could anything fit this? Insane. Hurts.”
“Virgins need time.”
“Feel it against my cherry.”
Stroked root to lips.
“Ahh.”
Tried forward—she squeezed.
“No—supposed to save it, remember? For my husband.”
“Feels too good.”
More stroking. I eased out, pushed back—groan.
“Fuck—ridiculous. Why couldn’t I get a normal dad? Why the Hulk?”
Laughed, thumbed her clit.
“Ohh. Shouldn’t we record?”
“Right. Can’t stay like this forever.”
“Dirty.”
Pulled out—groan. She sighed, grabbed phone.
“Mmm—this is how you fuck.” Record. “I’m Madison.”
Aimed at her pussy. Shiny cock tapped lips, parted them, head slipped in. Groan. Legs up, toes spread.
“Fuck—so huge. Stop!”
Set phone sideways on pillow. Nodded. Rubbed clit as I eased out, then fake-thrust—shaft gliding along lips. She moaned, hand pinning me to her slit, humping up.
“God—this feels amazing. Love your cock.”
To camera: “So fucking big. My pussy’s exhausted.”
Grinned, watched shaft slide.
“Fuck me. Please.”
Thrust harder—needed to cum. Throbbing.
“My pussy—fuck it…”
Unsure if acting. Humping met me. Hands on nipples.
“Wanna fuck. Just fuck me. Need it. So good.”
Longer strokes—panting.
“Gonna cum—oh god—cumming!”
Thrashing—juices on my cock. Grabbed phone.
“I’m Madison—and I got fucked.”
Off. Moaned, watching me glide.
“Okay, stop now, Dad.”
Didn’t want to. Pulled back—head caught—three inches sank in. Froze. Legs curled; whimper.
“Ow—take it out! Ow—Dad!”
Slowly withdrew—head bloody.
“Fuck—you popped it.”
“Sorry—accident.”
“Ow.” Curled, gripping herself. Blood on fingers.
But I was steel. Grabbed ankles, spread her.
“Dad?”
“Too late.”
“No—no.”
“Need it.”
Head at lips—pushed. Cried out, grabbed shaft—slipped through slick grip. Rest of cherry tore. Screamed, pushed my chest.
“Ow! Too little for you! Hurting me!”
“Almost there.”
Three more inches—six total. Stopped. She cried, covered face, knees up.
“Big cock hurts. Take it out.”
Stroked clit. “Relax. Almost done.”
“You stole my virginity.”
“Accident.”
Opened legs, saw me inside. “No—it wasn’t. You forced it after I said stop.”
“Sorry. Pull out now?”
Nod, sniffle. “Take it out. Not supposed to be there.”
Withdrew slow. Head at exit—shoved deep.
Groan, nails in shaft.
“Nooo! Stop! Doesn’t fit!”
“Sorry—taking out.”
Nod. Pulled—then rammed. Head back, whimper.
“Stop! Not recording! Don’t need to fuck me! Stop!”
Deep now—hand at root. Removed it.
“Hurts. Doesn’t fit. Pull out. Suck you instead—please.”
“Okay—out.”
“Promise? Or pull-and-shove again?”
“Out.”
Pulled slow. She watched.
“You’ll shove back in. Know you will.”
“No.” Shoved. Legs curled; whimper.
“Knew it. Stop.”
Pushed harder—hit bottom. Cried, tears.
“Stop fucking me. Mean, Dad.”
“Slipped. Quicker this time.”
“No—you’ll keep going till you cum.”
“No.”
Harder—another inch. Bottomed.
“Ow! Too deep! Stop!”
Kept it buried, leaned—cock bent. Cried, trembling.
“Please—out. Or you’ll cum inside.”
“Want me to?”
Slow thrust. Groan, head shake. “Can’t—pregnant. Not protected. Wasn’t supposed to be real.”
“Look—stretching me. Not supposed to.”
“Really want out?”
Nod, lip bite. “Out. Doesn’t fit.”
Pulled—head ready. Looked at her.
“Please—no more tonight. Not supposed to fuck your daughter.”
Pulled free. Cool air on wet head. Her hand covered, rubbed, whimpering. Red, swollen, blood specks.
Still needed release. Crawled forward—head tapped fingers.
“Dad—no.”
“Let me in.”
“No—enough. Pussy’s sore. Red. Don’t.”
“Move hand.”
“Stop. You said no fucking—remember?”
“Let me finish. You owe me—for everything. Move.”
Hand away. “Gentle—first time. Can’t just—”
Shoved—eight inches. Reached back, grabbed shaft. Rose to knees, spread wider. No more gentle. Pulled—slammed. Cried out, body jerked. Grabbed headboard. Pounded—whimpers.
“Slow! Splitting me! Hurts—Daddy!”
Knees lifting off bed.
“Gentle! Too big! Not used to it!”
Couldn’t hold. Slammed deep—exploded. Screamed—full length. Hands pushed stomach—useless.
“Nooo—you came inside!”
“Fuck—feels amazing.”
Held thighs, slow strokes. Softening. Pulled out. She rolled, looked—cum leaking.
“Oh no. Oh fuck.” Sad eyes. “Filled my pussy!”
“Sorry, sweetheart.”
“What if pregnant?”
Crawled up. Pulled her head—cum/blood on chin.
“No—dirty.”
“Open.”
“Stop—”
Head in as she spoke.
“Suck.”
Whimpered—obeyed, nursed, throat working. Fed more—tongue busy.
Groaned. “So proud, baby.”
Pulled free. Licked lips.
“Why clean it?”
“Bad dad.”
“You came in me. Ruined everything.”
“Morning-after pill. I’ll leave cash—go after school.”
Sniffled, rubbed sore pussy. “But… when I’m with a guy—he’ll know.”
“I know. You started this.”
Pout. “Wanted pretend. Can’t believe you forced that huge thing in me. Used me.”
“Slipped.”
“Kept pushing after I begged you to stop.”
Kissed forehead. “No more videos. Right?”
“Mean. Not fair, Dad.”
“Told you it would happen.”
Showered, cleaned up, slept. Next morning—no breakfast, no talk. Pizza for dinner—two slices gone.
Month of silence—barely “hi,” “bye,” “food’s ready.” I blamed her—she put us there. But I’d lost control.
Another Sunday—Chinese takeout. She sat, big sad eyes.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Need to talk.”
“No more apologies.”
“Not that. I forgive you. Not mad anymore.”
“Relief. Love you, Madison.”
“Love you too. But… need help. Another video.”
Jaw dropped. “Another?”
Nod. “This dare’s anal.”
Sigh. No point fighting.
“I’ll grab the lube.”
