My Adopted Daughter 4

I walked down the hallway with my boxers on and a tee shirt. The whole night seemed like something out of a teenage porn dream. I mean taking inventory brought me to the point where I had a wife that was now sex crazy, a new daughter that was totally confused about sex, but more than willing to do anything I wanted, and a household that seemed to get more sexual the weirder it got.

The whole house was dark, but there was a slight beam of light leaving Shannon’s room, the crack only about two inches but more than enough to see the entire hall way. I went to open the door, but stopped at the last moment. I peaked in and saw Shannon, naked, again with the dildo in her hand. No matter how many times I had seen it, her body made my jaw drop.

On her back, her tits fell slightly to the side, but the shear size of them, even though the pancaked a bit, still were enormous for her frame. As she thrust the dildo inside her, her tits moved back and forth, rippling up and down. Her areolas were the size of the beer bottle, and her nipples, erect, stuck out almost a half inch. Her hips were already wide, but graceful, and beginning with a tight stomach and leading to her thighs. Although muscular, they weren’t large, and the overall effect of her toned body with large chest and ass made her just about perfect.

I watched as she masterbated. There was some guilt, but that had pretty much gone away over the last few days. She moved the large dildo in and out of her without any problem. Larger than me, the dildo had to be the thickness of a gel shaving can and at least nine or ten inches long. The whole time her eyes were closed, but as she picked up the pace, she started slamming it inside her with more force, so much so that the sound of her wet pussy was clear in the hall way, and her moans and noises caused me to have more than a passing hardon. She moved it inside her so hard that it seemed that she was trying to get the whole thing in her, balls and all, and when she finally reached her orgasm, she bucked around, let go of the dildo, and grabbed her tits, first squeezing the base of them and then moving to her nipples were she pinched them and came to a rest, the dildo still moving with her heart beat.

I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt her, probably because I didn’t want to end up fucking her with Tracy in the other room, and also, truthfully, because I didn’t know if I could fuck anymore. Instead I moved back down the hallway and got back in bed. Tracy looked asleep, but when I got back in bed, she turned toward me.

“You were gone long. Did you have to take care of her too?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, but I’m going to get some sleep, so don’t get any wise ideas.”


The next morning I woke up with a raging hardon. Tracy wasn’t in bed, and by a quick look at the clock it was clear that she was probably already at work. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, peed and then went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and some cereal. I forgot about Shannon altogether, and sitting in my boxers and drinking my coffee, I had no idea that someone might be watching me.