"Oh, God, it’s too big, daddy,” Heather groaned as she lay there on her back, thighs spread, knees up, looking up at her stepdad with pleading eyes. “I, I don’t think it’s gonna fit!”

Caledon, sitting next to her on the carpeted floor of the attic, began to say, “Heather…”

She pulled her polka dress down to cover herself. “It’s ginormous. You’ll stretch me! Don’t put it inside me, daddy?”  

“Will you stop?”

She groaned, her eyes fluttering. “Okay, okay, I will if you really, really want me to…”

“Oh, be quiet. Behave.”

“Yes, daddy,” she said. She lifted her dress to reveal her panties. “Be gentle, daddy, please?”

He shook his head at her. “Just stop, come on,” her stepdad said as she began to laugh. “You’re terrible.”

“No, that’s terrible,” she said, pointing at the humongous brown silicone dildo in his hand.

Caledon had come up to the attic to find something. Home from college and bored on her day off from work, Heather joined him—to help or hinder. They stumbled upon a box. When he pulled out the sex toy, she got excited.

“Who bought this?” she wanted to know.

“Well, it was obviously not me, sweetie,” he said before dropping it.

She scooped it up quickly and waved it around.

“Ugh. Let’s put that back,” he said.

“Look, daddy,” she said. She exaggeratedly kissed the dildo. “Mmmuah!” Then she spit. “Eww, dusty.”

“That’s what you get. Put it back.”

She sat up and pulled the cardboard box closer. “What else is in here?”

“Not what I was looking for. Let’s go back downstairs.” He began closing the boxes he had been rummaging through.

“Oh, Lord,” she said holding some old magazines.

“Oh, God, what?” he said.

“Ancient literature.”

He shook his head as he looked at the naked airbrushed women adorning the covers of Playboy and Penthouse magazines.

“Mom’s stuff?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously. “Like, really?”

“Maybe your dad’s old stuff,” he said.

“Yuck,” she said, tossing them back in.

She pulled out a pair of clamps. “What the fuck?” She tossed them aside and continued looking. Then her face lit up again. “Ooh!”

Still in its package was another large sex toy. She looked at him excitedly. He shook his head. She nodded. He shook his finger at her. She made a face and taunted him as she ripped the package open.

“Baby,” he said.

“Magic wand,” she sang excitedly as she unwrapped the cord.

“Aw, fuck,” he said.

“Do it on me,” she begged.

“It’s a solo activity, honey,” he said.

“Please, please, pretty please?”

“No.”

But she thrusted the vibrator onto his hands and sat back on her elbows. She squirmed in excitement while he plugged it in. “Do it, do it, do it.”

“Does it even work?” he asked, but a snap of a button made it buzz.

Heather squealed with anticipation. She was about to pull her panties off.

“No, no, you can leave them on!” he insisted.

“You sure, daddy?”

“You’ll feel it.”

“How do you know?”

“Trust me.”

She opened her legs and threw her head back and stared at the ceiling waiting.

But just as he turned to face her…

“Hey, Cal!” said her mom Mary from downstairs.

“Fuck,” Heather said through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, honey,” Caledon called out.

“You found the thing?”

“No, not yet.”

“Okay,” Mary said.

They listened until she returned to the kitchen.

“Come on, come on,” Heather said.

“We shouldn’t…”

“We should, or I tell her you found her big box of dildos!”

“You can’t blackmail me with that…”

“Pleasure me, daddy,” she begged.

He pushed her thighs apart. She yelped. He yanked up the waistband of her panties until the lips of her pussy were bulging. She gasped. He flipped on the vibrator. She bit her lip. He placed the big round vibrating head between her legs.

She closed her eyes and let air escape her slightly parted lips.

He rolled it against her, up and down.

Her panting was getting louder. She started squirming.

He pressed it a little harder into her.

She winced. “Unh, fuck,” she said.

“You like?” he asked.

“Ooh, I want one, I want one, oooh,” she said. “Uh, God.”

He chuckled. “Nobody’s using this one.”

She put a hand on his thigh as she fell onto her back.

He smiled as she jerked around in little spasms.

“You’re so crazy beautiful, you little nutcase,” he said.

“Does it glow in the dark?”

He laughed. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, God,” she said in a weepy voice. “So good. So good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm,” she answered. “Does it go inside me?”

“Hell, no, no way.”

She panted. “Can, can you go inside me while using that?”

“Aw, baby,” he said. Then he grinned. “I’ve got a dildo right here.”

“Ha. Too big!”

He chuckled.

Despite the little convulsions her body was making, her hand found its way between Caledon’s legs.

“Need something a little smaller,” she teased.

He pressed the vibrator against her, making her yelp.

“Like a cucumber?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. She pretended to call out: “Mommieee, can you get us a cucumber so daddy can fuck me with it real good?”

He sat up and turned away, taking the vibrating pleasure with him.

“No, no, come on, I’m sorry, please don’t stop,” she said quickly.

“Don’t joke like that,” he said, turning off the vibrator.

She got up on her knees behind him, holding his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re gonna send me straight to hell,” he muttered.

She started kissing his face. “No, you’re in heaven with me, daddy.”

He wrenched his face away. “Yeah, I will be when Mary kills the two of us.”

She continued smothering his face with kisses. “That felt so good, daddy,” she said into his ear.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said trying to shrug her off.

But she stayed on him. “Play with me some more, daddy?”

One of her hands snuck under his arm, tickling his ribs, down his stomach, and grabbed a handful of his erection.

“Shit, baby, come on!”

“I want that,” she insisted.

“Well, you can’t have it,” he said.

She giggled. She squeezed it again.

“Heather…”

 “Let it out,” she said. “It wants to play.”

He grabbed her wrist.

“Hey, Cal!” his wife called out from downstairs.

“Fuck,” Heather said, too loudly.

Caledon looked at her with her shocked face. She covered her mouth quickly.

“Oh, is Heather up there, too?” Mary said.

Caledon made a threatening fist. “Yeah,” he replied.

“I’m cutting the watermelon. You guys want some?”

“Um, no, I’m good, thanks, honey,” he said.

Heather began touching him again. He tried to fight her quietly, but she was relentlessly grabbing at him.  

“What about you, Heather?” Mary asked.

“No watermelon,” the girl said.

“Suit yourselves. But it’s real sweet.”

“I’ll take it as a smoothie!” Heather said. She got ahold of his erection again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, boba tea with the little pearlies, mom!”

He tried to back crawl away from her. But she pursued him on all fours. 

“Okay,” Mary said. “Come down in twenty minutes.”

“Thanks, mom!”

She straddled him while he lay there on the floor. She got comfortable on top of him, spreading her polka dot dress neatly and evenly over him. She placed her hands on his chest, hips rolling so she could feel his erection snug underneath her. Next to him were the clamps she had flung aside.

“What the hell are those?” she asked.

He was holding her thighs as she moved on top of him. He played with the hem of her dress. He began lifting it. She gasped and squinted at him, shaming him for his naughtiness. He continued until he could see her stomach, her chest, her little breasts. She took the dress from him and swooped it over her head.

She wiggled her breasts at him.

“Say hi, titties,” she said.

He chuckled as he reached up and grabbed them. She stopped talking to enjoy his large hands squeezing her breasts. When she looked down again, he was holding the clamps.

She looked confused.

But then he opened the clamps next to her nipples.

She understood now. “Oh, wow, really?” She laughed.

He clamped one on the first nipple. For a moment, she seemed to be in pain.

“You okay?” he asked.

She exhaled and nodded and watched him clamp the other nipple. She gasped. He laughed. She punched him playfully. She continued riding him, her body trying to make sense of the pleasure and the pain.

“Jeez,” she said.

He held her waist and watched her face contort.

“Daddy?” she said.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

She gulped and reached for the clamps.

“Nope,” he said.

She groaned and left them there.

He touched her face. She turned to his hand and kissed it.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can you fuck me now, daddy?”

He sighed. Then he nodded.

She smiled and stood up carefully. He pulled his pants down. She tore her panties off. She squatted back down. He held his cock up for her.

And she let it slide up into her.

“There you go, cowgirl,” he said.

She rode him again, this time with him firmly inside her.

She pushed herself down to him, letting the cock thrust deep inside her. With each plop, she let out a growling breath.

“Baby, baby, chill,” he said, trying to slow her down.

But she wasn’t listening. She was mopping the floor with him.

He tried to sit up and wrap his arms around her. But she suddenly got up.

She stood there, holding her pussy and her chest.

“Take the clamps off, honey,” he said.

She shook her head. She stood by the shaded window. She waved for him to come over.

He scrambled to his feet and got behind her.

She held on to the windowsill and bent over, still panting. She shook her ass at him.

He entered her again. But he reached under her and gently removed the clamps. He grabbed her hips.

“There you go, lemon pop,” he said.

She smiled, her eyes closed, her face still in a little pain.

She gestured towards her hair. “Pull.”

“Ha. Really?”

She nodded.

He shook his head in amazement. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked a little. He pushed his cock into her, harder and faster. She grunted.

“Oh, my God, baby girl likes the pain?” he said.

She had tears on her cheeks and a big grin. “Hurt me, daddy,” she said.

“Just a little,” he said.

He anchored his feet and rammed into her petite body.

“Ay, fuck!” she said. “The hair, daddy.”

He yanked her hair back and gave it another ram.

“Ay, shit!” she yelled.

“Hush!” he said.

Her hands flailed around and grabbed the shades by accident. When she let it go, the curtains shot up, exposing their two nude bodies fucking by the window.

He grabbed her and threw them both back on the floor. They landed with a yelp and a loud thud.

“God damn!” he said.

She giggled. “Come on, who’s going to see us all the way up here?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I panicked, okay?”

“Is everything all right?” Mary called out.

“Yeah!” Caledon said quickly. “Yeah. We’re coming down in a minute!”

“Okay, the tapioca’s ready. Playtime’s over. Come down already.”

Heather listened to hear Mary move away from the stairs. When she turned back to her stepdad, he was holding his cock, groaning as his cum squirted out of him onto his stomach.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Daddy,” she whined. “I wanted that in my mouth.”

“Sorry,” he said, still panting.

She leaned over him and held her hair out of the way as she began licking up the cum. Her tongue ran up his stomach to his chest and flicked by his nipple.

“Mm, yummy,” she said.

She did it again, scooping more cum. When she was done, she kissed his lips.

“But not as yummy as boba tea, daddy. Bye.”

She jumped to her feet, slipped the dress back on minus the panties, and barreled down the stairs to her mother in the kitchen.

Caledon collapsed on the floor. “O Hell, here I cometh,” he declared.

He took a minute to recover before cleaning up and putting away the sex toys he had bought for Mary last year.