I had received a fellowship for Oxford and was quite excited. My father on the other hand wasn't. He didn't really want me to be that far away for so long. But I had finally worn him down. Explaining that it was a chance of a life time.
Having always been on the chubby side, I didn't have much fun in high school. I never dated much and if I did, it was because guys thought fat chicks were easy. Dad had often told me he worried about me and my weight. It was after my Mom had left us I had plumped up.
I left for England a chubby girl of 22, but it wasn't long that all that changed. After a year in London I had lost all that weight and learned a lot along the way. Not just in school but at the hand of my roommate and London's sex clubs. Carrie had told me of them and I had been shocked, but oddly interested. After going to one party, I had known I had to do something so I could enjoy what she did. One late night I ask Carrie how she had gotten hooked up with such a thing and she told me her father had given her a membership. I was shocked to say the least.
"Kathy, did you see the man who I fucked first tonight?"
"Yes, the older man. He was so sexy."
"Thanks, that's my Dad. He's taught me so much about sex. Through him I have explored all sorts of sexual fantasies. If you want I can ask him to teach you. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
I lay quietly in my bed thinking of my own father. And what it would be like to fuck him. I knew he didn't get much action, since he had been razing us kids alone. It took me two days because I told Carrie, I wanted to do that. But not in one of the sex parties, I wanted something private if he was willing. For the next several months I experienced more than I had known was possible. As the day neared for me to come home, I told Carrie of my desire to fuck my own father.
On my last night with Carrie's Dad Jack, I told him that I wanted to fuck my own father when I got home. But I didn't know if he would be receptive of the idea. Jack told me how he would touch and caress Carrie, letting her know of his affection. To my surprise I told him my father would do the same things. He often smacked my backside and then would massage it. According to Jack, my father was interested. If he were interested when I was chubby wait until he got a load of me now.
My now slim body was perfect. I wasn't very tall standing just five feet-four inches tall, but I know tipped the scales as a perfect 108lbs. The only thing I hadn't lost was my boobs. They were small what I was heavy but now they looked big on my tiny frame. My jet black hair fell like a waterfall down my back and my eyes were a piercing blue. I looked up to see Jack staring at me.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked
"Nothing, just thinking about what my dad is going to say when he sees me. I wonder if he'll recognize me."
"I'm sure he will. Since you're leaving tomorrow, I got you a present. I want you to wear them on the plane home. Will you do that?"
Handing me a small package, I ripped into it. Inside I found a pair of panties and a remote control.
"Try them on?" He urged"
Pulling them on, I turned and model for him. He chuckled and when my back was turned he turned them on. An instant surge of pleasure shot through me. I turned and look at him over my shoulder.
