Summary:
Daughter catches Dad and then decides she must have him.
Note 1:
This is a Summer 2013 Contest Story so please vote.
Note 2:
Thanks to MAB7991 for editing this quickly when time was running out.
Summer with Dad
Mom and dad divorced when I was in my senior year of high school; I was old enough to understand that they were really only staying together for me. I was also old enough to understand it had nothing to do with me...they just fell out of love with each other.
It should have been obvious; seriously, I can't even fathom how they ever fell in love with each other. They are polar opposites. It is a miracle they ever got together in the first place.
The only thing they seemed to have in common is that they are both ridiculously attractive for their age and they have me.
That said their differences are numerous.
Mom was born into a very wealthy family in New York City, grew up with everything and followed in both her mother and father's footsteps...becoming a lawyer. She is a no nonsense prosecution lawyer for the city that spends more hours at work than she does with her family. She seldom smiles and has clearly become disillusioned with the legal system and the many loopholes if you have enough money or the right lawyer. She doesn't have a sense of humour, hates television and movies and is a neat freak.
Dad, on the other hand, was born in Hawaii and grew up living forty feet from the ocean. Dad has always been carefree and relaxed about everything...actually I never once saw him get mad or lose his temper...which drove Mom nuts. She called him emotionless which is not true; he is simply a laid-back surfer kid who never really wanted to grow up.
Dad tried, he really did. He left the only home he ever knew to move to the block buildings and smog of New York City. He took a job working with grandpa, but it was obvious he wasn't really a suit and tie type of guy.
As soon as they decided to separate, he moved back to Hawaii and was working as a bartender at a bar on the ocean. It was a simple life, the one he had sacrificed for mom and me.
The agreement was I would finish twelfth grade and then spend the summer with dad before starting school in the fall at Harvard, just like my mother had before me and three other generations of Billings.
After dad left, mom buried herself even more into her work, which I didn't think was possible, even missing the first half of my graduation, but arriving in time to hear my Valedictorian speech. Dad, of course, flew back and was on time, although rather underdressed for such a formal ceremony.
Before, I get into my real story, I should tell you a bit about myself. First off, I was always a daddy's little girl. I adored my father and this too I think drove my mother nuts. Yet, when dad left, just two weeks after I turned eighteen, I rebelled a bit. I desperately tried to get my mother's attention, but to no avail.
I kept my marks up, actually top in my class, but otherwise I did all I could to test the boundaries of my life. I got drunk for the first time (I know I was such a goody-goody I had never had more than a glass of wine until a month after my eighteenth birthday), I tried pot, got my fake id and started going clubbing.
Sexually, I was a virgin when dad left, but soon lost my virginity to the father of the girl I was babysitting; I dated a college senior for three months when I sucked my first cock and had my first threesome when he, his roommate and I got high and drunk and my inhibitions faded; I lost my anal virginity after I broke up with him and ended up in a hotel room with a mid-forties lawyer I met at a sports pub...it was also here I learned two things:
1. I only liked older men. As they:
A) Knew how to pleasure a woman unlike my college boyfriend, who never once got me off
B) Knew what they wanted and were not afraid to ask for it...or better yet order me to do it
2. I was apparently a submissive. After he shot his first load in my mouth, while he talked to me the whole time calling me his high school slut and teenage fuck toy, he ate me out and got me off bringing me an orgasm unlike any I had ever experienced. When he said, after fucking my pussy for an eternity, "It's time for my slut to take it up the ass," I didn't hesitate. I got on all fours and when he ordered me to beg to get ass fucked, my SAT vocabulary disappeared and my slut vocabulary replaced it. "Yes, baby, take my virgin asshole. Shove that big cock up my tight back door and fuck the shit out of me."
After that night, I rejected overtures from anybody still in school...unless they worked there. I fucked a few other older men, each who quickly figured out I was an obedient submissive slut willing to obey almost any order.
That also led to my first lesbian encounter when a man and his wife took me back to their house for a lengthy threesome which included my first time eating cunt, getting DP'd for the first time (albeit the cock in my cunt was a strap-on) that ended with me getting fisted for the first time.
Sadly, mom never once caught me coming home late, or the next day for that matter as she was pre-occupied with work and not me.
I should finish this ridiculously long prologue by at least telling you what I look like. I don't mean to sound like a self-centered bitch, but I come from great genes. Besides being very gifted academically, I am also a great athlete having lettered in swimming, volleyball and track. Lastly, my DNA gave me natural blonde hair, aqua blue eyes and firm 36c breasts. That said, until my slut phase, I always wore my hair in a ponytail and wore sporting attire most of the time, none that even remotely flattered my body except when I was actually playing the sport. Was I the most attractive girl in high school? No. Was I pretty close? Yes, if I would have done myself up for school like I did when I was on the prowl for a DILF (dad I'd like to fuck). At school, I still dressed conservative, really living two lives:
-by day, I was still a scholar student and state championship athlete
-by night, I had become a slutty teenager on the prowl
By the way, I found DILF's perfect. Besides the earlier things I mentioned about them knowing how to please a woman, they were not clingy like my college boyfriend, not insipid like almost all high school boys and they didn't want to date me...they just wanted to fuck me.
Finally, I am ready for the actually story I was meaning to tell...how I ended as my dad's fucktoy.
I arrived in Hawaii excited for a summer of fun in the sun, one last wild time before college started and according to mom I would have no social life. When I quipped back that's what she had now she didn't laugh, rather sighed at how I got what she considered my dad's lame sense of humour.
Now I decided to surprise dad by arriving two days early, but it was me who was in for a surprise. First, my flight which was supposed to arrive at midnight didn't land till just before two am, thus I missed surprising dad at work. By the time the taxi dropped me off at dad's beach house on the ocean it was just after three and I was wiped.
I was walking up the front steps to his rather secluded house in comatose mode when I heard voices. Jerking me awake, I listened closer and gasped as it was obvious two people were fucking.
I moved slowly, as I listened to a woman beg, "Harder, fuck me harder with that big dick of yours."
I had never watched a sex act, unless you count the Internet, and my curiosity was piqued. Strangely, it never occurred to me that maybe my dad was who the woman was begging to fuck her harder.
As I slowly crept my way around to the back, I heard an aggressive male voice say, "Beg for it, slut."
"Oh please pound my pussy with that big horse cock of yours," the woman quickly obeyed, her voice clearly hungry for a good hard fucking.
As I peeked around the corner, my mouth dropped open as I saw my dad, butt naked, fucking some young looking redhead from behind as she leaned on a tree. I stared at his tanned body and tight ass, realizing instantly why I was drawn to older men...I had daddy issues.
