Finding My Stepdaughter's Phone Ch. 02

I’d always been quiet, always wary of people, not at all trusting of anyone. It was just my nature, I found it very hard to open up to anyone. I loved my mum Marie, but at the same time hated how loud she could be, and how attention-seeking she seemed to be. Hated, or just jealous? Sometimes I wished I could be a little like her, to be able to approach people and get into proper conversations without mumbling like an idiot Maybe, just maybe, then I wouldn’t still be a virgin.

It wasn’t through want of trying, or at least wanting to. The only person I’ve managed to have a resemblance of a conversation about sex with was John. Even then it was via text message. He was a lot like me, quiet and kept his head down, always shying away from anyone loud, his taking my phone one day and adding my number so he could message me was one of the most daring things he’d probably ever done. I’d known him through school and then college and we’d barely spoken in all that time.

The video I sent him was tame by anyone else’s standards, me pretending a marker pen was a cock and simulating it cumming on my face had been such a thrill, and John had liked it too. He, like me being eighteen and still a virgin too probably helped. I’d actually filmed it quite a few months ago, the beginning of my alter ego coming out.

Playing video games was like that, I got myself into the character I was playing, creating a backstory, and while I played I wasn’t boring plain jane Beth, I was a superhero, the main character who everyone noticed. This evolved in a different direction when Jodie and Ellen, my only two friends, had shown me a porn video one day. I was shocked, they were both good quiet girls like me and although I knew both had lost their virginities, I hadn’t expected it. I found myself quite turned on, noted the site it was on, and remembered it for when I got home.

I watched several videos that night and found myself imagining being the girl in them. Despite being a virgin I’m not a prude, and masturbate quite a lot. I hate myself for this, but since my mum Marie moved us in with Danny her screaming while having sex was intolerable at first, but then I found myself imagining it was me instead of her. That image in my head was the first time I’d squirted, seeing Danny at breakfast the next morning was the reddest my face had ever been as I blushed upon seeing him.

I always preferred videos where the girl got a facial at the end. If there was more than one load the better. I saved a few to a folder on my phone, my favourite was with a girl who looked a lot like me, a skinny short brunette with a decent ass and tits that barely moved. Each time I watched that video my orgasms were strong, squirting each time. It was also how I’d started enacting my own videos.

There had been an ad on screen after watching it, and although I’m careful not to click on things like that, it enticed me in on the back of a good orgasm. I clicked on the site and it said they had a sale on dildos. There were drop-down boxes for different sorts, and ‘realistic’ caught my eye.

I gasped as the page loaded. They certainly were real looking, well at least on the videos I watched anyway. I’d never actually seen one in real life yet. I changed another drop-down box to ‘price low to high’ and waited for the page to reload. I scrolled down, looking at each one, but kept getting drawn back to the top. Most of the dildos had either 10% or 20% off, and most seemed to be 6″ or 7″ long.

Two particular ones stood out, for all sorts of reasons. The lowest price was for a 12″ dildo, 50% off meant it was the cheapest despite being much longer and much thicker than the others. Clicking on it showed they only had three pieces left in stock until it was discontinued. Two were flesh pink colour, the other was black.

I went back and clicked on the next cheapest, which had a 75% discount. This one had originally been much dearer but there was only one left. It was the same size but this one had a set of balls at the base too. When I read the description, seeing you could make the dildo cum by squeezing on the balls it would be perfect for my roleplaying, I could re-enact that video that I liked.

I took a deep breath but knew my mind was made up. Quickly I added it to my basket, and all three of the others too. I didn’t even think what I’d do with all four of them, but knew if I waited and they’d sold out I’d regret it. I got a delivery day option, picked a day when I knew Mum and Danny would both be out and I’d be home all day and paid for them.

The anticipation over the next two days was excruciating. I masturbated a lot more, using a candle at one point until the delivery came. Opening the door and taking the box from the delivery driver I blushed and mumbled my thanks to him. I wondered what he’d have thought if he’d known what was in the box. I was also pleased with the plain brown box they were delivered in. I’d have died on the spot if the name of the company was written all over it.

I almost died on the spot when I opened the box. Despite knowing I was home alone I rushed to my room to make sure I wasn’t caught and quickly tore off the tape sealing the package. I tipped the contents onto my bed and gasped as I saw the first dildo, boxed but much bigger than I’d imagined. Even after watching so much porn, these seemed so big, far too big for my tiny pussy. I unpacked them all, holding them in my hands and looking at them from different angles. I felt myself getting wet in anticipation, then heard the door open as Danny and Marie came home earlier than I’d been expecting, or hoping for.

I spent every available spare second over the next week trying to accommodate my new toys, and wondering why I couldn’t fit them in properly. How big they were came to light by accident. Jodie had come over to do some work and asked if she could borrow one of my books. Without thinking I nodded, and Jodie opened the middle drawer where my books were kept. She took them all out and cried out as she saw my new stash hidden where the books had been hiding. She shouted at me, asking me what the fuck they were for, and then started laughing.

“Have you tried them yet?” she asked inquisitively.

I nodded yes.

“All the way in?” she carried on.

“Not quite,” I muttered.

“Can I try one? I’ll clean it off afterwards,” she giggled.

I nodded again and she quickly picked up the black one and ran off to the toilet. Fifteen minutes and lots of loud groaning later she returned looking forlorn.

“I only managed that much before it hurt,” she said, pointing her finger about halfway up.

I pointed my finger a bit further up, about three-quarters of the length. Jodie gasped again.

“Not bad for a virgin,” she giggled.

She grabbed my hand and raced for the door, pulling me with her. She pulled me towards Mum and Danny’s room and started rummaging through their bedside tables. Giving herself a mock cheer she held up a small bottle.

“It’s lube, this will help loosen you up. Better not use too much though, this bottle is small and they’ll notice if too much is missing,” she told me.

Just as she said it the front door opened. Jodie quickly dropped the lube bottle where she had found it and we leapt out of the bedroom, across the landing to my room. We giggled together for a while and then she made her excuses and headed for home. My mind was frazzled, I desperately wanted to try the lube, I couldn’t wait for Mum and Danny to be out again.

I got my chance a couple of days later, and after a bit of trying managed to get all of the dildo lodged deep into my pussy. Pleased with myself I spread my legs and took a photo of myself in my full-length mirror. I wanted to try again but also didn’t want to alert either of them if they noticed there was less lube in the bottle than they’d remembered.

Jodie helped with that, turning up later with a bag for me, telling Marie that Ellen’s mum had told her to bring a couple of books around to help with my revision, and she’d said she could drop them in on her way home. She winked at me as she left, and getting up to my room emptied the bag onto my bed. There were indeed a couple of books, but also four bottles of lube and a note.

“Ellen found these in her mum’s room, a little dusty so not used for a while, probably since her parents divorced. She’s decided to give them to a worthy cause, that’s you,” it read.

Every spare moment I had the house to myself now I practised with the dildos. Getting a lot more used to them over the next few weeks, I watched the videos but now tried to re-enact them. The photo I’d originally taken had inspired me, and I started to make my own videos now too. I got used to setting up mirrors at various angles around my room, using the ottoman as a tripod.

I had a new favourite video, a girl was riding her boyfriend when his friend appeared, he’d been watching them fuck and was stroking his cock. The girl called him over and leaned forward, and he started to fuck her ass. She later heard someone else and they approached them, and as her other holes were already filled the newcomer fucked her mouth until he came all over her face.

My orgasms were particularly strong watching that, and I knew I had to make my own version. I filmed it a few times, changing mirror angles until it was perfect, I’d even added improvised dialogue. That video was the one that led to that fateful day, the video that Danny was watching when I returned home.

Jodie had come to pick me up, Danny had a few days off and wanted us to go out for the day, but I told him I was going out. Getting there I realised I’d left my phone at home. The pub was loud, and I found myself not wanting to be there. I didn’t like to be around strangers at the best of times and hadn’t expected so many. I made my excuses to Jodie and Ellen, who both understood and told them I’d make my own way home so as not to spoil their day out.

I hadn’t called out when I got home, I thought Danny would have gone out or at least be in the garden. Climbing the stairs I heard a familiar voice, not only familiar but coming from my room. The door was open and there was Danny, holding my phone in one hand and masturbating with the other. I stood in the doorway, quiet but transfixed on his cock.