Chapter 1
Melinda's index finger disappeared inside her cunt past the last knuckle. She began moving it back and forth in a calculated rhythm. Then she moaned.
Even from halfway across the bedroom, through a crack in the door, I could see her clitoris standing in turgid erection from the stimulation to her pussy. It looked like a pink doorbell waiting to be pressed.
Her thumb became the instrument of clitoral indentation. In addition to finger-fucking herself, Melinda started gouging her body's most sensitive petal of flesh.
Now the moaning had changed to groaning.
No wonder. Two more fingers had joined the first one inside the mouth of her pussy. She was twisting them around along with stroking them to and fro, reaming herself out.
Hot cream was running out of her box, glazing her thighs. The overhead light made her sticky legs gleam like they had been waxed.
I couldn't believe I was watching this!
Yet, if the spectacle before me was such an impossibility, why was I hypnotized by it? Why was I unable to move a step, despite my continual assurances to myself that I was repelled by what I saw?
Right this instant, as I tried to tell myself this couldn't be happening, Melinda had become dissatisifed with three fingers shafting her cunt, and had added the last two-her thumb and pinkie.
Her entire hand was inside her drooling twat!
She balled her fingers into a fist. Incredibly she was fucking herself with it. Her pussy bulged in and out. With her hand buried all the way inside, her wrist resembled the shaft of an immense cock.
Why hadn't I just gone on my way toward the kitchen, where I was originally headed, when I'd passed Melinda's room? If I were doing the dishes now, I wouldn't know anything at all about her secret activity.
Yes, I'd still believe in her innocence. I wouldn't know that, at fourteen, she had the sexual desires of a woman. That my daughter had grown up without me even realizing it.
"Oooooooh, it feels so good," she sighed erotically. "So fucking good."
Her raunchy language shocked me ... But not as much as the sight of her clenched fist pushing further and further inside her foaming cunt.
However, the crescendo of shock had just begun. I realized that when Melinda cried, "Oh, Jesus, I wish I had a cock inside me. A big, thick hard-on!"
She whammed away with her fist. The sight of it plunging to the depths of her snatch made me wince.
That just shows you what a gap there was between my daughter and myself. The manacle of her five knuckles was merely an hors d'oeuvre to her. The harder she fist-fucked herself, the hungrier she got for something more.
With a loud slushing pop Melinda's five knotted fingers pulled out of her juice-spraying pussy. For a moment, before the labia oozed together, I was sure I could see all the way up to her ovaries.
She was reaching over to the nightstand beside the bed. I was breathless, waiting to see whatever it was she was going to extract from the drawer she was frantically pulling open.
I don't know what my expectations were. But, in my heart, I never anticipated anything like this.
Suddenly her hands were wrapped around an enormous rubber penis. It was at least a foot long. Down at the bottom there was a plastic base. When she pressed a button, the whole thing came abruptly alive.
Twisting ... buzzing ... vibrating.
The vinyl cock my daughter was clutching fervently was several inches larger, and twice as active, as any real cock I'd ever seen. The prospect of it penetrating her cunt shook me to the core.
Where had she gotten such a monstrous device? If I ever found out who had provided a minor with such an instrument of perversion, I'd make sure they paid and paid and paid.
Melinda's mouth was watering. Her breath came in short snorting gasps. Her complexion was a red flush of sweating arousal.
As though she were about to commit hari-kari, she ceremoniously lowered the ominous looking device to the center of her loins. Then, stabbing it between her spread legs, she abruptly impaled her cunt with it.
The buzz that had reverberated throughout the room changed to a muffled hiss as the phallic monstrosity engorged my daughter's gaping snatch. I could see her thighs shake and her pussy lips quiver as the thing vibrated unceasingly within her.
As she plunged it deeper and deeper up her spasming crack, Melinda excitedly twisted her legs into a pretzel. When she lifted them into the air in moaning joy, I could see the bottom of her slit gushing juice like a punctured cantaloupe.
Then, before my eyes, she was unmistakably coming. Having an orgasm. My fourteen-year-old daughter having an orgasm before her mother's eyes!
Her tits shook like jelly on a plate. For the first time I noticed how large they'd grown. They were like a grown woman's. The red nipples must have been standing in the air at least an inch.
As though she were reading my mind, Melinda threw her free hand over her chest and began rubbing her breasts. Pushing the pulsing mounds together, she seized both nipples at once and ground them together between her fingers.
Playing with her tits made her come even harder. She was so excited that saliva was running out of her gasping mouth as copiously as cream was drooling from her tightly packed pussy. By the time she finished, the bedspread would be a swamp.
Could this be my little girl? The pink bundle I'd brought into the world, who only a short time before had been content to play with dolls.
Where had the time gone?
All of a sudden I was confronted with a sexual being whose identity boggled my imagination. My baby was no more! She had a cunt. And it had hair on it. Thick brown hair that spread out to her thighs. Her pussy lips were thick and swollen with blood. The mouth of her cunt was capable of producing pints of sticky secretion.
She could come. Have orgasms.
She was doing it right now. Moaning and groaning. Twisting and writhing with sexual release.
It could just as easily be a boy's hard-on engorging her twat as a dildo. Fucking her ... making her squeal with delight ... twisting her naked body into a sensual contortion.
I felt like I didn't know my little girl any more. Didn't understand her.
Then, that feeling of loss was emphasized with the impact of a kick to the stomach. Melinda did something that made me wonder how she could be my daughter.
She yanked the dildo from her cunt. Spreading her legs so far it would have torn the ligaments of anyone without the suppleness of youth, she opened up the cheeks of her ass and flexed her anus into the open as completely as she had previously done her cunt. Her intent was clear even before she dropped the dildo a notch to her rectal rosebud.
Yes, I had to face it. Before my eyes my little girl was going to fuck herself in the ass with twelve inches of phallic bludgeon. I wanted to run to her. Tell her to stop. Not degrade herself like this.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't admit that I'd been spying on her, invaded her privacy this way. No, I had to stand back and watch in pain if I ever wanted my daughter to trust me again. Had to watch the serpentine head of the dildo snake its way into the vortex of her anal orifice. Burrow its way inside. Bury itself like a plug within the tight hole.
Then, inch after inch of penetrating shaft. One thick increment after another filling her narrow shit-pit. Making her ass bulge with hideous distention.
On the surface it looked like torture. The way the soft, puckering aureole around her asshole turned crimson and then purple ... and then black and blue.
I wished I could believe that. That my daughter was somehow an unwilling victim of this terrible act.
But the truth, of course, was to the contrary. And the evidence was easily found. All I had to do was look-and I couldn't help but look.
A crotch doesn't develop a rosy blush like the one Melinda had between her legs unless the owner is riding on the crest of a sensual wave. Steaming goo doesn't ooze from a throbbing pussy unless something very exciting is going on. Nor tits heave like rolling waves. And nipples harden like u miniature spikes.
I couldn't deny the truth. Melinda loved giving it to herself in the ass. Her whole body showed an appreciation.
"Unnnnhhhh ... unnnnhhhh ... unnnnhhhh," she grunted.
By this time the dildo was buried in her asshole to the hilt. It must have felt like it was splitting her in two.
I turned away. I couldn't stand it any longer. It was too much for me to bear. It was bad enough that my daughter was having sex with herself. But even worse, she was doing it to herself in the ass.
Not only had I never taken anything in my ass ... I'd never even dreamed of it! By the time I walked away from Melinda's bedroom door, I felt as if I were the one who was the child.
In the kitchen I tried in vain to wash the dishes. However, I had to stop when I broke as many as I'd managed to get inside the dishwasher. Finally, I fixed myself a cup of coffee, and smoked a cigarette until I heard Melinda leave her bedroom.
When she was out of the house, I returned to her den of iniquity. Looking back, I can see I was desperate to find some reason to explain the incredible scene I'd just seen. Something to make me believe that it wasn't my little girl's fault she had gone astray.
I didn't know what I was looking for, but I prayed I would find it. My intuition was correct. I didn't even have to search for it. Thinking I wasn't at home, Melinda had left the catalyst for her unspeakable perversion lying right out in the open beside her pillow.
It was a magazine. The most disgusting publication I'd ever seen. There were photographs of naked models performing sex acts I'd never even imagined. Where had she gotten such filth?
But the biggest shocker was near the back of the magazine. There, in bold letters, was an advertisement for a dildo. The picture in the right hand corner told me it was the same one I'd seen Melinda so expertly wielding.
Down at the bottom of the ad, a rectangle had been cut from the page. I didn't have to be very smart to figure out it was the order blank that my daughter had cut out and sent away.
I'd found what I'd been looking for. I was certain that this disgusting magazine was responsible for leading my innocent daughter astray. Without its existence, Melinda would still be as pure as the driven snow.
"How could this happen!" I blurted aloud to myself. "What is our society coming to?"
I threw down the magazine with disgust. If my child wasn't safe from this kind of filth, then neither was anybody else's.
I'd become convinced. Something had to be done if we parents were to save our children. It wasn't just my problem-it was every responsible citizen's.