High Flyer

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. The whole series is almost finished I just have to go through it one more time and publish in what will be at least 5 parts.

Thank you all for reading and if you enjoyed it what was your favorite chapter? Any and all feedback is much appreciated.

Part 1 includes chapters 1 through 5 and a short prologue.

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Prologue

This is the story of a bull, a dormant bull, who was on the verge of waking up. He became this dormant bull from a sobriety of 15 years. Sobriety is defined as the state of not being intoxicated. However, his intoxication wasn't related to substance abuse. He was a middle aged man who was in his 15th year of not having sex. Sure, he masturbated here and there, he was a man after all, and he occasionally lusted for a woman as well, but it was very minimum and he never acted on these urges. In fact, these urges subsided so quickly he never gave much thought to his lack of sex.

He worked with men day in and day out. Went home every night to his family who consisted of his daughter and himself. As an only parent the only women who he interacted with were the mothers of his daughter's classmates. He generally didn't find them attractive to start with. Well, except for Mrs. Allen but Mrs. Allen was a woman in her 50s who probably had a more than few surgeries to her body and so stood out like a sore thumb among the other moms. She was petite but with massive (must be fake) tits and big (probably fake) ass. She was very pretty too and so he knew she was very attractive.

The lack of sex wasn't driving him insane either and we can only conclude that this man's state of mind, his dormant sexless state of mind, was born out of grief.

His wife and mother of his only daughter died in a tragic car crash. 15 years had passed since and John wasn't overwhelmed with sadness anymore but he also wasn't the man he once had been.

Before the accident, he and wife had plenty of sex. At times too much sex. They had met in college and after just one date they had started fucking as often as they could. This woman loved sex even more than him and this in turn drove him insane for her.

He thought and knew she was a bit of a slut. This was not a negative adjective for him, it turned him on. Her slutty clothes and the frenzy with which she fucked. They put their cards on the table and concluded that they wanted to fuck each other but would not tie each other's hands. They told each other to go and fuck whoever they wanted that what they had was a physical relationship only.

They believed this because they fucked each other so much and open relationships was a thing young people did. Lust sometimes clouds our view, but after a couple years of seeing each other they realized that they weren't fucking anyone else. They spent so much time together, time which including not having sex, that they came to the only conclusion possible. They loved each other.

They loved each other and so they formalized their relationship and married. It was bliss. They had a daughter and then tragedy struck.

And so, he stopped having sex.

When we meet this man, he's forty-five years old. Secured at his job, a good income, and just realizing that something had always been lacking.

The night before the story begins, the man stood in front of his bathroom window and suddenly wondered about his looks.

Six feet two inches tall. He worked out very little and yet he had thick arms, though they weren't very toned, a big chess or barrel chested some may say, and somewhat hairy. His stomach wasn't toned either, but he wasn't fat. One thing he did enjoy working out were his legs and their thickness was proof of this.

His cock hung there dormant, yet it matched in size with the rest of his body. He still had a full set of hair. He realized he felt attractive, or at the very least he felt he was a particular type of man certain women would find attractive. At forty-five what else could he ask for? Maybe it was time to look for more now that his daughter was 18 and would soon leave the nest.

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Chapter 1: My daughter Carly

I guess I'm the type of person who reads Nabokov's controversial masterpiece Lolita and gets all the wrong ideas from it.

It wasn't always like this way.

Things started one Saturday morning in early February. At the time I did not know things would take a turn so drastically in just a few weeks.

It was that morning that things started to change. There were signs I did not see at the time but are so clear now.

I was awaken by my daughter. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to come into my room on a Saturday morning and jump into bed with me.

She had always been an early riser and I wasn't. I would like to sleep in on weekends but I couldn't get mad at her. She came into the room with a sunny smile on her face.

Like usual, she didn't say anything, just jumped in next to me. I kept my eyes closed but I knew she would be staring at me and so I opened my eyes to meet hers.

"Time to rise and shine Daddy." She whispered. I could feel her warm breath next to me.

"Just a little longer honey." I answered with a raspy voice.

"Okay, five more minutes." She voiced with authority but which I found funny because it was such a girly voice.

She closed her eyes and pretended to try and fall asleep. I closed my eyes as well. It felt good to rest some more.

After what felt like a minute I opened my eyes again. Carly had turn to her side facing away from me on top of the blanket.

I noticed then, she was only wearing panties and a t-shirt. She was wearing white panties. Correction, not just panties, but a sort of lace white panties that one could almost call a thong.

It made me uncomfortable.

This underwear didn't cover her butt nearly enough. She had a big rump, I thought, and there was the problem I had been having for the last week.

She suddenly moved and I froze realizing that I had been staring at her for a minute. She bent her legs, spoon style, and now her ass pushed against my hip.

She seemed to have fallen asleep. She was very young, just 18 years old. Her skin was bright and smooth. Her butt was...?

My daughter has grown, I thought.

"Are you awake now?" She asked suddenly, her eyes still closed.

"Yes."

"Great! So, I forgot to ask you earlier but you need to come to the party with me."

"Jane's party?"

"Is there another one?" She asked as if offended.

"Okay smart one, I will be taking you I already told you."

"I know but I want you to stay at the party with me."

"Why?"

"There's going to be a few other parents, not just you so you can hang out with them."

"I rather drop you off and come back home Carly, I don't need to 'hang out' with other parents."

"Please, please, please, please..." She hugged me.

"Carly please stop," I laughed a little until I felt her boobs against me, "I really don't see the point. Why would I stay at your friend's party?"

"I'll tell you but don't tell anyone and don't laugh please."

"What is it now?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Well, Jane has a crush on you." She burst out laughing burying her face into my side.

Her sudden laughter also made me laugh. "That is not what I was expecting!"

Once she controlled herself, "So are you coming?"

"No!" I answer baffled, "What you just said only makes me want to stay home even more. It's very inappropriate and you probably shouldn't have told me."

"Don't tell Jane I told you."

"Trust me that's the last thing I would do. You three girls come up with the most unexpected stuff."

"Well, it's just Jane. Natalia thinks you're cute too but she doesn't have a crush like Jane."

"Oh God, let's not talk about this anymore Carly."

I started to raise my torso but Carly stopped me and pushed me down. With laughter, after pulling me down on my back again, Carly climbed up on top of me.

She sat on my stomach with a huge smile.

"Carly!"

"No, I won't let you get up until you promise you'll stay at the party."

My eyes involuntarily scanned her. I had never seen her like this before and knew it would be better if I told her to put more clothes on or dress differently but I felt uncomfortable about that too.

We've always had a close relationship but since she turned 18 Carly decided to start dressing up differently. She also made me promise, before I could complain, that I wouldn't bother her about it. She was 18 and old enough to make this type of decision.

I let it go not wanting to argue but ever since my discomfort about it has increased.

Even worse than before, here she was in just panties and a t-shirt.

She wasn't heavy at all but she had grown so much more than I wanted to admit.

Her body certainly took after her big father but in a very different form.

From this low angle I saw for the first time how big her boobs had grown. She probably wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her boobs move under that shirt. She was strong too, I could tell her core was tight, and she had thick strong legs.

Thick. That's what she was and I knew that's what I was. I'm a big man and though she's only 5 feet and five inches tall, she had a strong solid body. I immediately thought that her butt was big too. None of these were exaggerated features but for a girl her age she had developed fast. These were weird thoughts for a father though?

I was only wearing shorts. This was not appropriate but I couldn't tell her I was uncomfortable with how little clothes she and I were wearing. I'm her father after all, I couldn't explain it.

"Please Daddy." She exclaimed once more and dropped down her head onto my chest, her arms holding onto me.

This meant her butt moved from my stomach to my... oh fuck.

She was sitting on my dick then, "Okay, okay, I'll stay at the party." I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her lightly upwards so she could soon get off me.

Instead, she just sat up straight on my crotch.

"Yes! Yes, yes! Thank you Daddy!" I did not want the feeling of her butt, just in panties, on my dick, just in shorts.

She happily stayed there for a few seconds that felt too long to me, then jumped out of the bed.

"Just for that I'll make you breakfast Daddy, it'll be ready after your shower." She skipped out of the room.

Innocence is such a danger. I felt ashamed when I looked down to a small tent in my shorts.

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When I showed up to the kitchen I thought for a second Carly had changed into something more decent but I was wrong. She had just removed her t-shirt and replaced it with an old faded blue t-shirt of mine that she had taken from my room at some point.

It covered her whole torso up to her mid-thighs and I gave a sigh of relief that at least it covered her up more. I didn't want to dwell on it anymore but I just didn't like how she started wearing such revealing clothes around the house after turning 18. I can't help but feel wrong when she leaves for school with very short shorts or a tiny skirt either.

It makes my face red to see her like that.

"What are we having?"

"Pancakes!" She placed the plate in front of me as I sat at the table.

"Pancakes again huh?" We had pancakes every weekend.

"I love pancakes! PANCAKES!" She yelled happily.

"Just get me some coffee as well."

"Oh yea, it's right here. Would you like some milk with it?"

"Sure I'll take some milk."

"Okey dokey." She opened the fridge and started looking around. I raised my eyes and froze as I saw the shirt rising up her thighs and then with shame I looked away from her. Why had I suddenly perked up to look? What was wrong with me?

It was tormenting me. Why was I feeling this way? It was wrong because we're talking about my daughter here. The worst part though is that I hadn't felt that way in such a long time. I have seen beautiful women everywhere and have never given them a thought. My sex drive was dead and part of me was okay with that, I did not care. But now suddenly I have this situation at home. I must not look at her, I tell myself, it's so so wrong that my body seems to be reacting in this way.

She grabbed a jug of milk from the fridge but it was almost empty. So she walked over to the fridge once again after emptying it.

She had to grab a new jug from the back so she bent down more, and more, and the shirt slipped up and out came her ass from underneath. My eyes looked her way...

Oh god, did I fail raising this girl on my own? She wasn't wearing panties anymore, just her naked, bent over ass, for anyone to see.

Only I was the only one there to see it.

Full fleshy butt cheeks shamelessly out in the open.

She stood up again and served me my coffee in her coquettish way completely oblivious and I without the strength to make her go put on some underwear. I didn't feel comfortable telling her I knew she wasn't wearing panties!

I didn't understand what was happening. Carly and I have always been very close. I had to raise her on my own and I have been a responsible father.

That puzzled me so much. She had changed in the blink of an eye. Her body had changed, her clothing had changed, and it was a problem.

We finished breakfast. Carly picked up the plates from the table and before she left she came to me and gave me a kiss.

An unusual kiss that caught me by surprise. She kissed me on the lips which had never happened before. A small peck that caught me off guard so that she only smiled at me and went away before I could respond in any way.

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Chapter 2: A Small Party for a Small Girl

I rang the bell to Mrs. Allen's house. As we stood there waiting for someone to answer the door I glanced over at her. Carly was wearing those stupid denim booty shorts again. I could still remember a time when I had forbidden her from wearing clothes like these shorts. The shorts exposed the very bottom of her butt. They hugged her so tight I should have been able to see her panty lines. I didn't see any so I could only suspect that she wasn't wearing any.

She hadn't been wearing any earlier as I was unfortunately able to observe.

What could I do about it? Nothing, I'm her father but as soon as she turned 18 last month she made it very clear that I didn't have a right to tell her what to wear. Ridiculous. After all, she still lived under my roof, ate my food, and guess who gave her the money to buy those damn shorts?

I wasn't mad at her though. How could I be? She had just given me the best news she could give me on the car ride to the party.

Soon she would be graduating High School and I dreaded her leaving for college. I did not tell her this but I really dreaded the idea of her leaving home.

I didn't think it was right for me to pressure her one way or another so I kept quet. It was her future, it was her decision and as a parent I had to trust her. Trusting her meant I trusted in the way I raised her.

She applied to multiple colleges but then surprised me with the decision to go to our city's community college. I was very happy to hear this.

Hopefully, she would stay home for the rest of her college years too. It's only me and her after all. Once she takes off from the nest I will be left alone. That day will come I know, but for now we could continue being a happy, together, family.

"Hellooo!" She kissed both Carly and me on a cheek. "Come in please, I'm so glad you two came!" Mrs. Allen greeted us at the door.

"Of course. Carly wouldn't miss it." I responded.

"Where can...?" Carly started but Mrs. Allen was quick to interrupt her.

"In the kitchen dear, they're all in the kitchen."

Carly quickly turned and walked away towards the kitchen, her friend's gift in hand.

Meanwhile I followed right behind Mrs. Allen to the living room. She made small talk but I just had something else in my mind and hardly listened.

I watched Mrs. Allen's ass as she led the way. Out of all the mothers I met through my daughter's friends from school, Mrs. Allen was the hottest one. Even so I had never paid her much attention until, wow, until this very moment in fact.

She was the mother of Jane, one of my daughter's two best friends.

She had long black hair, was about 5 feet three inches as she stood a tad smaller than Carly, and was very pretty with French small facial features. Most significantly though, this woman had some work done to her. She had massive tits that just couldn't be natural, along with a big booty which had probably been surgically improved as well. She was wearing tight dark jeans and a crop top that showed not only some cleavage but also her tight abdomen.

She was a total knockout still in her fifties. I always thought she could be making real money off of showing that body on the internet. If her body proportions weren't enough to turn me on, the way she touched me whenever we got into conversation, would. She seemed to like to hold on to my arms.

Of course she was married.

I assumed she was happily married. She looked like she was happy. Yet, today, my dick was already stiff just from watching her butt cheeks dance as she walked in front of me. My body was acting so unlike my body.

My dick was so quick at getting hard this day, and for the past week, but I also felt different all around. It wasn't throbbing hard, it was more like my youthful years of horniness. Up at the smallest provocation, up and ready, naturally swinging in my pants. I hadn't felt like this in many many years. Had I ever felt like this?

The usual suspects were at the party. Mostly people I had briefly met but barely remembered their names if at all. The only ones I knew well were the parents of Jane, who was turning 18 that very day, did I mention that? And the parents of the infamous Natalia. Natalia... my daughter's other best friend.

Jane's parents were Mr. and Mrs. Allen, Rob and Ava. Ava was a housewife while Rob was an engineer with a high position in the National Corp of Engineers. He was making a killing. He made more money than anybody I knew. He was skinny, short, wore glasses, and the opposite of his wife in attractiveness. But he was rich so it was not surprising that he had found himself a bimbo of a wife.

I glanced over at the three friends throughout the party as I made small talk with other parents. They were all 18 now, which probably only meant trouble and headaches for us parents.

James approached me. He was Natalia's father. Strange dude, I thought. I never heard anything bad about him but there was something wrong about his presence alone that set an alarm off in my brain. I'm sure he was trouble. Maybe it was just the way he looked. He worked out a lot and had tattoos around his arms. I didn't want to judge these things but I felt he was odd in some way.

James was married to Rose who ran an insurance company. Rose had met James through her job but I didn't know any more details. Rose was a sweet person but shrewd in business. Physically, she was overweight but pretty. I have a theory that when parents are very well off financially, their children tend to grow up very privileged and physically develop their bodies in this privilege.

I mean, I feel like I'm somewhat attractive, but Carly is a beauty who got her looks from her mother. Objectively speaking, as far I can be trusted with being objective here, she had a body many boys would go crazy for and I supposed that was part of my genes. Thickness without being fat was in my side of the family.

As for her friend Natalia this meant that she had inherited her parents' best features. She wasn't overweight but her mother had a big ass and thick legs, if you get my meaning. Probably followed her Dad's example and worked out a lot as well.