Daughter's First Video

Daughter's First Video

by Robert Lubrican

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Copyright 2025 Robert Lubrican

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Table of Contents

Chapters: Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Afterword

 

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Foreword

This story was inspired by an author who goes by the name of "Pam" and who publishes her work at mrdouble.com. Alas, I don't remember the name of her story, but I made a note to give her credit, so I'm giving her credit. Maybe I'll surf over to mrdouble.com and see if I can find her stories. Maybe you should do that, too.

The original concept of this tale couldn't be published due to the publisher's standards of conduct, so I edited it to comply with those standards. All characters who engage in sexual behavior in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

 

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Chapter one

I'm worried about my daughter Valerie. She is seventeen, and she's in a pickle with her love life. She has a boyfriend named Buck, who started dating her when he was a senior and she was a junior. I thought he was a little old for her but she assured me he was a gentleman. When he graduated he joined the Navy and the separation was difficult for her. She said they were so serious that Buck had told her as soon as she graduates, they'll get married and she can live on whatever Navy base he is assigned to. She had heard stories and I knew she was worried about him straying. I kept reassuring her, telling her if it was real he'd wait, but she was not easily consoled.

"Daddy, I know how horny I get and there are some guys at school who are pretty hot. I know he's going to have hot women around him. If he doesn't have me, he might sleep with one of them."

"So he's … um … had you?" I asked, carefully. I knew that, in general, girls her age were usually already sexually active, but I had hoped my baby girl hadn't done that, yet. Apparently, Buck had gotten his adolescent penis in her adolescent vagina.

"That's private," she said, looking away.

"It won't be private if your belly swells up and everybody knows you've had enough sex to get pregnant."

"I'm not pregnant, Daddy," she said.

"You also haven't asked me to put you on birth control," I said. "I had hoped you were smart enough to do that."

"I knew you'd freak out if you found out your darling little girl wasn't as pure as the driven snow," she said.

"Am I freaking out now?"

"Not yet," she said.

"Look. That is milk you can't un-spill because he spilled that milk inside you. I'm glad you didn't get pregnant. We'll have to do something to make sure that doesn't happen until after you two are married."

"Okay," she said. "That sounds like a reasonable plan. Thank you for not freaking out."

"I love you. You'll always be my baby girl and I'll always make believe you're a virgin. Don't worry about it. It's a dad thing."

So that conversation kind of brought us to a place where we could have adult conversations easily. I was glad about that. Her mother had died when Valerie was six and I had never been interested in trying to replace her. So I was a single dad and she was a girly girl who got raised by a man. I made mistakes along the way and she always pointed them out. Sometimes she had to do the research to find out what she should do. Such as how to insert a tampon. Not something she could go to Daddy about. I had helped her through her first few periods but she had used pads because she was so young.

Anyway, she wasn't young anymore. She might be a minor, but she had a major body and the social skills to go with it. Her mother had been slim, with small breasts. I used to tease Beth about being a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. Size didn't matter, as far as giving her pleasure by giving her nipple love, and she was able to feed Valerie just fine.

Valerie, on the other hand, must have gotten genetic material from some female ancestor who was an Amazon warrior. She was tall and was wearing 36 inch bras. I don't know what cup size she gets, but it has to be C or larger. Her breasts also look big because her waist is small. Her hips give her a classic hourglass figure. She had been giving me erections for two years. When she got so serious with Buck I got even more of them as my imagination supplied visions in my head of them naked, mating.

I didn't want to believe they did that, but the visions came anyway. It didn't help that at home she ran around as if she lived completely alone. She never took clothes to the bathroom with her and after her shower she walked naked back to her room. In the evenings, if she wasn't going out, she wore my old Metallica T shirt and panties. She went through a phase where she wore flimsy pajamas that hid nothing at all, but she got cold wearing that and went back to my T shirt. I was glad. A father isn't supposed to know that his daughter has shockingly pink nipples that appear to be erect all the time, or that instead of trimming for wearing her bikini, she just shaved everything off.

She never paid any attention to the slavering beast she was living with, because I kept it under control.

One evening we sat together over a meal and discussed the situation over a bottle of wine. "What I need," she said, "is some way of keeping him thinking of me so that he will not be distracted by other girls. I know how horny he gets. What do you think about me sending him some sexy pictures? He could choose which one he likes the most and we could print it off and send it to him so he could carry it in his billfold. Then I'd always be right there next to him."

I thought of the picture I still carried of Beth. I didn't look at it very often because I got choked up. Her cancer had been awful and it got so bad we both wished her body could let go so her spirit could soar.

After she was gone I couldn't go out and date women. I just couldn't. What I did instead of staring at her picture, though, was watch videos that I masturbated to. I preferred amateur actors. The plot didn't matter as long as the actors looked a little nervous and they weren’t polished. The sound track of amateur videos was better, because it was more realistic.

"You should send him a video of you," I said. "He could put it on his laptop and when he misses you he could look at that."

"What kind of video?" she asked.

"Make it a sexy one and he will never stray!" I have several videos of young girls, and I confess that they get me really excited. "I … um … use them when I miss your mother."

She looked at me through thick lashes.

"I know. Your bed shakes and makes noises when you're doing that."

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay. I kind of got in the habit of doing it at the same time. I pretended the noises you were making were being made by me and whatever boy I was in lust with at the time."

"Pardon me," I said, as my cock sprang to full hard. "I'm not used to having such adult conversations with my daughter."

"I'm glad we can have them," she said. "You're a great dad."

She got up and came around the table. Before I could do anything she pulled me up and gave me a bear hug. My boner poked her money-maker and she pushed back to look down.

"The video is supposed to get him going, not you."

"Sorry. It's a natural process that the male has absolutely no control over."

"Yeah, if the male in question is a pervert," she said.

"I'm not a pervert!" I objected. "You're a beautiful young woman who is talking about acting sexy for a man. Any male in the vicinity would react to that."

"I love you anyway, even if you are a pervert," she said. "I've noticed when you were … um … excited in the past, but I didn't say anything about it."

She hugged me again and pressed against my boner. She didn't rub, thank goodness, but she made it clear she wasn't disgusted, either.

All that did was make me leak a little.

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Valerie was sitting back in her chair, across the table from me. I was still hard, but the table covered me up. I could go beat off when we were finished talking.

"What sort of video should I do, and who could I get to film me?" she asked.

"Well, a woman is sexiest if she has something on that makes you wish it was gone. Like your bikini."

"Or like those pajamas I used to wear that didn't keep me warm?"

"Well, those actually show what's under them. You can see through them."

"Oh yeah," she said. "I remember that, now. When I wore those you always kept the paper or a pillow on your lap."

"I did," I admitted.

"Now I know why," she said. "You were a pervert back then, too."

"Back then, as you call it, was only two years ago, after your boobs exploded and you looked like your mother when I first met her."

"Did she wear slinky things for you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I wasn't wearing that stuff for you. I wanted to look sexy and I felt sexy when I wore it, but I was always cold. Remember how I'd lie down on the couch and cover up with a blanket? I put my head on that pillow in your lap and we watched TV or a movie or whatever."

"I remember that very well," I said. "I was a little sad when you quit wearing it."

"I wonder if any of that still fits me," she said.

"I wouldn't start with that," I said. "Send him something tasteful but sexy, at first. See how he feels about that. He probably doesn't get a lot of privacy, and if some other sailor sees it you don't want him to get embarrassed."

"I still don't know who to ask to film me. When I started spending all my time with Buck my girlfriends kind of drifted off. I can't think of anyone I'd trust to do something like that and keep quiet about it."

"Well, for something tasteful and sexy, but not obscene, maybe I could do it for you," I offered.

She sat, contemplating what I had said.

"Are you still hard in your pants?" she asked.

"Uh … yeah. Why?"

"You got that way because of what we were talking about. Am I right?"

"I guess so."

"So talking about me sending him something sexy got you excited. That tells me this is a good idea. He's a guy and, like you said, guys react to stuff like that. I want him to react and think about me even when he's not watching the video. And if I use my phone to take the video, I can just send it to him from there."

"That sounds logical," I said.

"Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. If you're behind the camera I'll know if I'm being sexy because you'll still be a pervert and get hard, right?"

"It's bad enough that you found out five minutes ago that that happens," I said. "I'm not proud of it. And now you want to try to make me that way?"

"I don't mind when you do it. I didn't mind when Buck did it, either. That's why I knew I loved him. Before Buck, if some guy pushed his hardon against me I never went out with him again."

"I'm glad you were that discerning," I said.

"When you told me about the birds and bees I listened. You were so cute, trying to explain stuff we already studied in health class. I let you go on so I could hear how you were going to say things. I could tell you loved me and it made me feel warm inside. What they didn't teach at school, and you did at home, was that I should be choosy. You tried to explain the concept of being in love. I didn't get it then, but that was in my mind when I was on dates."

"Wow," I said. "When I fumbled through that I couldn't remember what I had practiced. I felt like a kid who had just gotten caught shoplifting. I was kind of terrified."

"That's what made it honest," she said. "Honest was what I wanted. I always have. I have always wanted you to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"That's how people get convicted and sent to prison," I joked.

"I might send you to your room, but I'd never send you to prison. I need you too much."

"Don't get too big for your britches," I said. "I'm still your father and this is my kingdom."

"Awwww, is the king feeling anxious because the princess is growing up?"

"Yes. Now, let's talk about this video. I'll take it if you want and I'll be truthful about whether it's sexy or not. If you don't want to see evidence of that, then you'll have to pick somebody else to shoot you."

"Evidence, as you call it, will be the signal that I should send it to him," she said.

"Okay, then," I said. "Let's make a movie."

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She decided to wear the dress she had worn when she went with him as his date for the senior prom. I remembered the dress, which was relatively conservative, but I'd always remember it after the video we made that night.

The dress was a strapless long gown with sleeves that attached by one large button at the top. She could wear the dress like that, or go sleeveless. The dress was made of some slick, shiny material that hugged her body. There was a slit on one side of the skirt that could expose her leg halfway between her knee and hip.

She made a couple of alterations to the dress with her sewing machine. She liked to sew and made some of her own clothing.

One thing she did was make the side slit go all the way to the hip. The edges of the new cut looked finished because she did some kind of magic with her machine.

She had worn this dress when she was fifteen. We had to get special permission from the school to let her go to the senior prom as Buck's date. Back then, as I remembered it, she filled it out nicely.

When she came downstairs wearing it for her video, her breasts bulged and her cleavage was deep and dark.

"I had to let it out at the hips," she said. "You can't film the back of me because there wasn't enough cloth to do things properly and my butt shows."

"It might be sexy to let him see that," I said. "Mooning somebody isn't really obscene."

"We'll see," she said. "I have an idea for what to say but I don't know if it will work or not."

"We'll just shoot it and if you don't like it, we can delete it and we'll do something different."

"Sounds good."

"What should I do?" I asked.

"For what I have in mind, just keep the camera on me."

"Got it," I said.

She got into place, in front of the fireplace, which had a gas fire in it that looked homey.

"Action!" she said.

I punched the button that started the video and looked at the screen, instead of her.

"Hi, Baby," she said. "I miss you so much. I was looking in my closet for something to wear and I saw this dress. Remember this dress? I wore it to prom with you."

She looked down and smoothed her hands over her abdomen.

"When I tried it on today it was too small. I've grown so much in just a year. Do you remember what you did during prom?"

She turned sideways and extended her foot so her leg came through the slit. She put her hand four inches below the top of the split.

"When we slow danced you put your hand here, and tried to feel my panties. I said you were naughty but I didn't tell you I wasn't wearing panties. You found that out later, after prom."

She ran her hand down the slit and back up, opening it all the way. It was clear there was nothing under it.

"I'm not wearing panties right now, either," she cooed. "I wish you were here to do what we did after prom. Your parents were gone so you took me to your house. We were all alone and when you tried to feel my panties I let you."

She lifted the side of the dress making it crystal clear she wasn't wearing panties. She cupped her breasts. Her thumbs pointed toward her cleavage.

"You wanted to see these," she said. She bounced them and her cleavage shimmied. "I said you had to be good and you promised you would be. I can't take the front down now, because this isn't that kind of video, but you took it down then. You unzipped me and the front of the dress got loose. I still remember the look on your face when you saw them. I almost creamed my non-existent panties.

"Remember what you did then? I'll never forget the feel of your hands all over them, rubbing and pushing. You got so excited I was afraid you might hyperventilate. And then you were naughty, remember? I'll also never forget how you kissed my nipples and then sucked them! You were so bad! And I really did cream between my legs.

"You tried some other stuff that night, too, and do you know why I let you? It was because of your kisses. You didn't geek out on my body. You kissed me and they were tender kisses. They were eager and passionate and I knew you loved me. I could just feel it. So that's why you found out I was wet between my legs when you slid your hand under this dress."

She put her hand on the top of the slit again.

"You did hyperventilate, then. Do you remember? We were on the couch and I had to lie you down. We didn't have a paper bag and you passed out. Do you want to know something? When you passed out I felt the front of your pants. You were so hard. You felt so long. You had wanted to show it to me for months and I wouldn't let you. I had to know we were in love before I could do that. And now I did know you loved me. I knew that your silly proposal to marry me was real, even though you popped out of a big cardboard box and told me you were my present.

"So I unzipped you and found out you didn't have any underwear on, either! I knew right then that things were going to go too far. But when I put my hand around your beautiful, hard cock and it was warm and hard and soft at the same time, I knew I had to play with it. Do you remember how you woke up and I had it out and was making the foreskin disappear and then come back? I was almost jerking you off. You woke up and babbled. It was so cute.

"You made me feel powerful, Buck. When I took your pants off and you let me do that by myself, and then let me unbutton your shirt and take it off, I felt like I had control. That's why I took this dress off and got naked with you. I wish I could do that right now. I'm creaming right now, Baby, thinking about you."

She closed her eyes and lifted her chin a little. By instinct I zoomed in on her face.

"Your body felt so good when we hugged. I knew then that I'd want to be naked with you for the rest of my life."

She opened her eyes and the light made the hazel irises look blue. I stayed on her face because she was showing a lot of emotion.

"I loved it when you touched me. I loved everything you did. I loved it when you kissed me all over, even between my legs."

She licked her lips.

"But most of all I loved it when you asked me if you could put it in me. You didn't just try to do it, or assume it was okay to do it. You asked, like a gentleman. That's why I almost begged you to take my virginity."

She blinked several times and licked her lips.

"It was good, Baby. It was so good. I know it was always good when we did it after that, but that first time was so perfect. You stretched me so deliciously and when you pushed deep I had an orgasm, just like that."

Her face changed and she frowned.

"It was good I came so fast, because while that was happening I felt the tip of you cock make me warm and wet inside. You were as excited as I was. We both came within a minute of beginning to fuck."

I zoomed back out because her hands were moving over her body again.

"Ohhhh, Baby, I miss you so much. I miss making love with you. Please wait for me. I want to make love to you and be naked with you for the rest of my life. Okay. That's all for now. I hope you liked seeing me in the dress you talked me out of after prom."

She made kissing shapes with her lips and I punched the off button.

"How was that?" she asked. She was breathing hard.

I just looked down. My cock was straining against the material of my pants, making an obscene bulge.

She seemed to flow toward me and I watched in disbelief as her slim hand reached to squeeze the shaft of my cock through the pants.

"I guess it was okay," she said. She let go and took the phone from my limp fingers.

She hugged me, gripping me hard.

"Thank you so much, Daddy. Thank you for letting me try to be sexy for my boyfriend."

"You were definitely sexy," I breathed.

She leaned backwards with her upper body and looked at me. I saw she had even put on makeup for her video.

"I want to kiss you," she said.

"You do?"

"Yes. Can I kiss you, Daddy?"

"You can always kiss me, Sweetheart," I said, thinking about the hundreds of pecks we had given each other over the years.

She pulled my head to her face and closed her eyes.

This was no peck. I felt the raw passion she was filled with in that kiss. I knew that, in her mind, she was kissing Buck, but I hadn't been kissed like that for ten years. My own passion flared and I pushed my erection against her.

She just kissed me harder.

And this time she rubbed back at me.

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"Boy!" she said for about the tenth time. She was watching her video for the tenth time, too.

"Are you going to send it to him?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "If it was that sexy to you I know it will be sexy to him."

"Uh … sorry about … um … pushing against you."

"You don't have to apologize," she said. "I get it. Because I love you, I knew I could be that way and know you wouldn't think I was a slut."

"I'll never think of you as a slut, and I don't want you to ever think of yourself as a slut, either."

"I liked that kiss," she said. "Does that make me a pervert like my father?"

"Probably," I said, feeling immense relief that the passion I had shared with her was just another step in our lives.

"I'm going to call him!" she said, jumping up and down. The dress couldn't handle that and her breasts popped out. Her nipples looked as hard as cherry pits.

"Oops!" shed yipped. Her hands came to cover the tips of her breasts, but since she was holding the phone in one hand she couldn't repair the 'damage.'

"Either you can hand me the phone so both hands are free," I said, "or I could put them back in the dress for you."

I grinned, trying to make her less embarrassed.

"Or I could just turn around and go to my room," she said.

She did that, but she stopped at the doorway and looked back over one bare shoulder.

"Thank you for taking the video, Daddy, and thank you for being such a man. I needed a real man around. I was even tempted to let you do what you offered. You most definitely passed your pervert gene along to me, but I love you anyway."

She turned and ran for her bedroom.

I went to my bedroom.

As I was beating off I wondered if she heard it and was masturbating on the other side of the wall, too.

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I don't know if Valerie called him while I was in the room intentionally, or not. I knew she had called him the night before and sent him the video. Now that he'd had time to 'digest' it, she was calling him back.

"So?" she asked, with excitement in her voice. "What did you think? Did you like it?"

She punched the speaker button and I realized she wanted me to hear this.

"I loved it," he said. "It gave me a hardon."

"It was supposed to," she said.

"I wish you could have taken that dress off," he said.

"I wanted it to only be R rated, in case any of your friends see it by accident."

"If you send me X rated videos I promise to only watch them when I'm alone," he said.

"Who am I supposed to get to take those kinds of videos?" she asked. "It was my dad who filmed the one I sent you. Do you want him to see me doing even sexier things? He about had a heart attack because of all the stuff I said."

"Well, to be honest, I'd rather it was him who sees you like that instead of anybody else," he said. "I mean your dad has seen you naked before, hasn't he?"

"Yes, but not when I was trying to act sexy."

"Ask him if he'll do it. His perspective as a guy would help you send me a really hot video."

"That's very kinky, but I'll ask him."

She gave me a look and then pushed the button to silence the rest of their conversation. She also left the room. I knew they were, basically, having phone sex. I had other things on my mind, though.

She had obviously wanted me to hear that part of the conversation. She had not gotten irate when he suggested I take even more explicit videos of her. She had even said she'd ask me. She knew she didn't have to ask me, and that look she shot me before she left was one I couldn't quite classify.

I'd have to wait until she was finished talking to him to find out what was going on.

I went to sit down in my recliner.

I imagined filming Valerie doing … what? Being naked, or partly naked, was a given.

That made me pop another hard on.

I covered it with a throw pillow and tried to do complex mathematical equations in my mind instead.

 

Chapter Two

She came back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, holding her phone. It was Saturday morning and she had on cargo shorts and a tank top. She was barefoot and when she crossed one of her legs over the other, it bounced in the air. I watched the foot rise and fall. Fuck! Even her feet were sexy!

"So, you heard him," she said. "I need to send him something sexier."

"And you want me to shoot it," I said, needlessly. "That's a bad idea," I said.

"No it isn't. It's a wonderful idea."

"Valerie, you know what will happen," I groaned.

"I do," she said, almost flippantly. "I already told you I don't mind."

"Maybe I mind," I said.

The foot stopped bouncing.

She got up off the couch and came to the recliner. When she was younger – much younger – and I was sitting in the recliner, she would jump up on my lap and straddle my hips. Her knees would sink down between the sides of the arms and my body. In that position she would (usually) beg for something. Maybe she wanted new clothes, or to go to a particular movie. Whatever it was, she'd sit there with her puppy dog eyes and lean forward to shower kisses on my cheeks and tell me how much she loved me. I'm sure she had no clue that she was being vampish or coy. She was scheming, yes, but she wasn't trying to use her feminine wiles to get what she wanted. Not consciously. At that age she didn't even know she had feminine wiles. She was flat-chested and had no hips to speak of. I knew she was menstruating, but she neither looked nor acted like a woman.

When she did it now it was an entirely different thing. Back then her legs had been spread very wide, but almost nothing touched me except her legs and butt. Now, she didn't have to spread her legs as much. She had boobs and they stared right at me through the thin material of the tank top. Up close like this I imagined I could see her areolas through the cloth, surrounding the nipples that pressed outward and distorted the otherwise smooth, round surface of her bust.

She wiggled, getting her knees as deep as possible.

That brought her vulval vestibule into contact with my phallus. She had thick cargo shorts on and I had Bermuda shorts on, but that didn't seem to matter. I'm sure it was the same imagination that thought it could see pale, pink areolas through a brown shirt, that felt heat where her pussy touched my cock.

"I don't know why this is happening," she said. "I don't know why I feel the way I do. Maybe it's because I'm horny and I miss my boyfriend. I do know I don't care what anybody else would say about it. It's our business and it's private. The first, third, fourth, fifth and ninth amendments to the constitution says we have the right to privacy. I know this because we studied it in our history class and I thought about making a sign and putting it on my bedroom door. What we did last night was private, except that I shared some of it with Buck. Now he wants more and after last night I stayed up late thinking about all this. I couldn't get to sleep and it was because of that kiss that I liked so much. I masturbated for over an hour, Daddy, and I couldn't tell if it was because I miss Buck, or because of how I was feeling about you."

I just stared at her. Her pussy felt hot and her eyes looked impossibly green and deep.

"Did you masturbate, Daddy?" she asked.

"Uh ..."

"I know you did, silly. I heard you. So I know you liked what happened, too, and that's good, because you are too stubborn to go out with some nice women and have a girlfriend to take care of you. It's like your Buck has been somewhere else for ten years."

"I still miss her," I said.

"I know you do. I want to, but I can only remember a few things about her and even those are getting dim and misty. Was she the kind of woman who made you promise to never look at another woman after she died?"

"No," I said. "She made me promise the opposite."

"And yet, here we are. You're horny and I'm horny and my boyfriend wants to see something hot, and I only want you to film it. And yes, I know you'll get excited, but actually, to be honest, I kind of like it when that happens."

She had not moved her lower body since settling in. Now, however, she gave just the slightest of thrusts, that moved the gusset of her shorts against my cock. Naturally, my cock was already hard.

"How sexy are you going to get?" I asked. My voice felt dry and I cleared my throat.

"How would you feel if I used a toy?" she asked.

"Toy?"

"I have two," she said, boldly. "Sheryl Johnston ordered one for me on her credit card and I paid her back. Buck gave me the other one before he left. He said to use it when I was missing him. He told me to name it Buck."

"Toys," I sighed.

"Do you want to see them?"

I shook my head.

"Can I use them in the video?"

"I guess so," I whispered.

She leaned forward and, just before she kissed me, she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy. I love you."

Then she laid one on me that didn't even carry a hint of a proper daddy/daughter kiss.

And she rubbed her pussy all over my stiff cock.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I don't know why she chose to wait until late evening to do her second little movie. Maybe she had to work up her courage to do what she did. Maybe she needed time to organize things. Like the mask she found in some box stacked up in the third bedroom, which we used for storage. It was a Halloween mask, part of some costume she'd worn when she was still young enough to beg for candy. It was black and covered the lower half of her face, leaving her eyes visible. It almost looked like a pandemic mask, except there was a sculptured, jutting jaw on it. The other half of her face had white makeup on it that made her unrecognizable, even to me. When I asked her about it, she said, "I'm not stupid, Daddy. There are thousands of videos and pictures on the internet of girls and women who didn't fix it so nobody would be able to tell who they are. Those videos and pictures will be out there forever. Some day, some kid is going to see a naked woman with a dick in her and say, 'Hey! That's my grandma!'" This video may end up out there and if it does, I want to make sure nobody can tell who I am. Buck will know and you will know, but that's all."

She had a box with her and I was surprised to see her in a skirt and nice blouse. Again, the background was the fireplace. It was warm in the house but I turned on the gas flame for atmosphere. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my back, under my shirt, and wondered how the heat would affect her.

"Okay," she said, surveying everything. "I think I'm ready."

"How dirty are you going to get?" I asked. I felt resignation. She needed this and I should support her. They weren't married, yet, but some day he'd be my son-in-law and would do who knows what with her in the privacy of their bedroom.

"I don't know, yet," she said. "That depends on you."

"Me? What do I have to do with this?" I blinked. "Other than holding the camera," I added.

"I know you're going to get excited. I'm fine with that. I know I'll also get very excited. If I play with my toys I can cum, but it's not the kind of cum I want. So when we're done, we're both going to need somebody to help us. I'm here, alone, figuratively speaking. I don't have my boyfriend to help me out. You're in the same boat, except you won't look for a girlfriend to help you out."

"Okay," I said. I didn't know where this was going.

"Well, people in the same boat can help each other out," she said.

We must have stood and stared at each other for a full minute. She refused to say more and obviously expected a response from me.

"You do realize what you just suggested," I said.

"Of course I do," she said. "I don't want him to cheat on me and I can't cheat on him with some boy, but you aren't some strange boy. And, anyway, I'm not talking about us doing everything."

"Okay, how much are you talking about?" I asked.

She looked me dead in the eye and said, "I miss having his penis in my mouth, for example."

"Wow," I said, stunned.

"Did Mom ever do that for you?"

I just nodded.

"Then I bet you miss it, too. And we're family, so it wouldn't be cheating."

"It would be incest," I said.

"Bullshit," she snorted. "We're not going to make a baby."

"I don't think the authorities restrict incest to only making babies," I said.

"All we're going to do is help each other relax," she said. She came to me and gripped the loose fabric of my shirt with both hands. "I'll go crazy if I can't have something real, Daddy. I love you and I know you love me. All this would be is us loving each other in a slightly new way."

"I don't know," I sighed.

She pulled my shirt and slid her hands around to my back. She kissed me, and while she did it she ground both her breasts and loins against me. She was almost eighteen. She was sexually active. In a little less than a year she would walk down the aisle to become a Navy wife. She was mature enough to make her own decisions.

And she said we wouldn't do "everything."

She pulled back and licked her lips.

"Okay," I said.

She kissed me again and I had to push her back, lest she masturbate on my leg.

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She wanted me naked. She said it was so she could look at my erection as motive, or encouragement or some such thing. I had a raging boner before I ever pushed the 'record' button.

She told him a story again, about how she came home from school every day (even though it was summer vacation) and was horny because he was there and she was here. She flipped up her skirt to show her panties.

"I get all wet down there, Buck, and you're not here to lick me dry."

She unbuttoned her blouse to show she wasn't wearing a bra and basically did a striptease until she was topless.

"Daddy doesn't usually see me like this," she said. "He's getting a little excited, just like you would if you were here."

"Take off the skirt!" I blurted. "He'll love it!"

"Did you hear that? He wants me to take my skirt off for you. But then I'll only be in my panties! I remember the first time you saw me in only my panties. Do you remember that? You got so excited you came in your pants. You were so embarrassed, but I thought it was cute. And you got hard again really soon. But I can't talk about that in front of Daddy, can I?"

She unclipped the skirt and let it drop, to make a puddle around her feet. She struck a pose.

"Is this what you want?" she asked. "Is this sexy enough for you? I'm going to tell Daddy he can stop and go do something about his erection. Do you have an erection right now, Buck? Are you going to take care of it? I'm going to go to my bedroom and use this." She pulled a dildo out of the box. It was flesh colored and anatomically correct, but way too big to represent a real penis. "I'm going to pretend it's you," she said. "I love you. Night, night."

"Cut!" she said. She stood there with the dildo in her hand. "Whew! That was crazy!"

"It was," I grunted, handing her the camera.

"I need help," she said, boldly. "Will you help me, Daddy?"

She turned and tossed the latex sex surrogate like a basketball and scored when it landed in the box. She turned back and invaded my personal space, until the tip of my penis touched her abdomen.

"You should send him the video and call him," I said. "You might calm down that way."

"Daddy, I want an orgasm right now and I want it from a man I love. You are going to lick my pussy until I cum and then, if you want me to, I'll suck your beautiful penis until you cum. Then I'll edit the video and send it to him and you can go do whatever it is you need to go do."

She paused, for effect.

"Do you understand me? Have I made myself clear?"

I caved. She was right. I had wandered in the desert long enough. She was an oasis and I really needed a drink.

"Yes," I said.

Her smile made my heart thump even harder.

"Where is the best place to do this?" she asked. "I've only ever done it in a car before and Buck only did it twice. I'm hoping you'll be better because you have more experience."

I was better. I knew that.

She hadn't exactly thrown down the gauntlet, but I set out to destroy Buck.

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I put her on my bed, which is a king, left over from my marriage. Beth had liked to claim the whole bed when she slept. She was too small to take all of a king, so I still had a place to sleep.

When I gripped the waistband of her panties she lifted her hips to aid me in removing them. She slammed her knees together and looked up at me. I gripped her feet and pushed them back, toward the headboard. Her peach was exposed between her thighs.

"Oh look!" I said, reaching down to run one finger through her split. "I found a pussy!"

She jerked, but couldn't do much in that position except yelp, "Daddy!"

I let her feet back down and reached to put gentle pressure on her knees, urging them apart.

"Let me see your pussy, Baby," I said. "I've wanted to see it hundreds of times. Let me see it so I can lick it."

I saw her hip muscles relax and her knees slowly parted until, when she was wide open, they just dropped to bounce off of the sheet. She was incredibly limber.

"Beautiful," I sighed, as I just looked. I found out I was wrong about her shaving. She had a big fluff of almost white hair, but it was thin enough that it could not cover her sexual opening. Unlike her nipples, her pussy lips were purple and swollen. She looked juicy.

She was juicy. We discovered that day that Valerie is a squirter, under the right conditions.

I pulled her lips apart and licked her inner labia. They were loose enough I could suck them into my mouth a little. I did that and pulled until they popped out of my mouth. I teased her like that for a good twenty minutes. Several times she whined she was dying and I told her to man up.

At the twenty minute mark, I paid attention to her clit. I had licked around it and over it a couple of times, but now sucked at it. Her clit was shaped like a tiny penis, but only the head poked out. It was sensitive. When I sucked at it she cried out and her whole body jerked. I couldn't get it into my mouth, like I could suck at her inner labia, but I could seal my lips around it and suck while I squeezed it with my lips, as I lost suction. I did that over and over as she wailed and jerked and gripped my hair. And then she squirted.

She gushed and my whole face got wet. Fluid hit me under my chin and ran down my chest, to drip off of me. Her abdomen did the hula and her hands beat at the bed beside her hips.