Caring for my daughter - Part 9 - Vaginal Stenosis - Sex Stories

Caring for my daughter - Part 9 - Vaginal Stenosis

... gently. Ava is exhaling sharply. She is so tight! “Are you ok? Painful?” “No dad, it’s ok, keep going.” I’m spreading my saliva around as well as I can, but as previously, I can’t get far. She’s so tight – it feels like I can only enter her further using force. And I don’t dare to do that. I don’t want to hurt her.

I’m moving my fingertip in and out a few times. Ava is breathing so heavily now. I can feel her pussy contracting around my fingertip. Her asshole is contracting too! Oh my goodness. Is she loving this that much? I’m realizing that she’s suddenly extremely wet, no need for me to add any further saliva. I can’t help but to play with her lips, and to gently stroke her clit as well, then to enter her again, moving my fingertip in and out, applying some upward pressure as well. Ava is breathing harder and harder. Her small pussy looks so inviting. I’m brushing the thought of entering her with my hard dick away and immediately feel guilty about that thought. Why is she so hot?! I think she’s ready for the dilator.

“I’m going to gently insert the dilator now, ok?” Ava starts frowning again. “Be careful dad, ok? I really don’t like that plastic thing. It’s so unnatural.” “Ok darling, I’ll be careful.” I’m wetting the small dilator with my saliva and part her lips gently moving it up and down. Ava’s frowning intensifies. She seems to be disgusted. I’m gently entering the tip into her opening. Her shaved pussy, her tanned skin, her spread legs! She looks so ...

... beautiful! Soon I’m feeling resistance. “Do you want me to try and push a little?” “Ok dad, but be careful please!” I’m gently applying a bit of pressure, pushing the dildo into her tight pussy, but Ava immediately screams: ”Ouch! Stop, dad! This is so painful!” “Ok, sorry darling.”

I’m immediately stopping the pressure and take the dilator out of her opening. “How are you now? Is the pain gone?” “It’s better now. That thing! I can’t stand it! I knew it from the beginning! It’s no good. It’s too hard and unnatural!” Ava seems upset. I’m trying to stay positive: “Sorry about that, darling! But at least we tried. It’s the first time. Maybe next time will be better.” “I don’t want there to be a next time!” Ava exclaims immediately. “I don’t want that thing anywhere near me!” I’m puzzled by Ava’s strong reaction. I’m trying to calm her down: “That’s ok darling. No problem. We won’t use it again if you don’t want it.”

Over the next few days I’m probing deeper into Ava’s aversion of the dilator and I’m learning that she seems to genuinely believe that it’s not suitable at all. She keeps talking about microplastics and how bad chemicals are. Truth be told many of the things she’s mentioning don’t seem very scientific and I’m trying to explain that to her, but I don’t make any progress. She seems to have been thoroughly influenced by her late mother and even mentions how she’s reading articles about this online. When I’m reading these articles I’m noticing quite soon they aren’t ...