The Summer I Became Daddy's Girl

In the early 2020s, I was taking some time off from school. I was a pet groomer, volunteering part-time at an animal shelter, and was living near my soon-to-be-divorced dad's house in the Plateau-Mont-Royal of Montreal. I was then about 5'4'' and weighed around 125 pounds. A friend had taken off to the West Coast in Vancouver and had left me with some exceptionally powerful weed.

My boyfriend had also left me, and I was feeling down, so I would go over to my dad's quite a bit. My father was still, at 42, very attractive. He was about 6 feet tall, dark-haired and fit, with piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through you.

He probably weighed about 200 lbs. He had tried to get things going with a couple of girlfriends, but things hadn't worked out. My mom had packed up and left, saying she needed some space. He and I would sit out on the patio in front of his pool and complain about how shitty things had turned since the pandemic started and so on.

He'd have a couple of beers, and I'd smoke a joint. Over those few months, I discovered how lonely he was. He'd been a successful businessman, but the divorce proceedings had left him a bit broken. Our conversations covered everything--politics, drugs, and even sex.

"You know, your mother... she was never really into it," he said. "I always had to masturbate." I was pretty noncommittal during these ramblings he got into. I found myself both embarrassed and very turned on.

At home, I'd fantasize about how great it would be to fuck him. I had gotten lots of experience with two long-term boyfriends I'd had. We'd done everything and for long periods too. The weed made everything more intense and so much better. Colors seemed brighter, and every touch felt electric. Nothing was too taboo--bondage, anal, BDSM, sixty-nining, and you name it...

I had the impression that my father was sexually kind of a freak, and I knew that he'd fuck me senseless if only I dared to cross that line. One day, as we settled into our deck chairs at the back of the house, I had a crazy idea. "How about you try some of this?" I said, holding up the joint.

"I don't know... I don't really smoke, you know," he mumbled.

He never complained about my smoking, but he had never asked for any.

"Nonsense," I said. "This stuff is extremely mild." Nothing, in fact, could have been further from the truth.

"Come on, I'll show you," I said. My dad always wanted to be perceived as liberal, so he went ahead and toked. At first, it took him a few minutes to keep the smoke in his lungs, but eventually, he got the hang of it. We both fell silent then. He and I were both dressed in summer wear. I had a crop top with a bra underneath and jeans shorts with pink panties under those. He had a pair of swim trunks on only.

I moved my deck chair next to his. This was truly psychotic weed, where you can't think or speak, but every sense seemed to be intensified. I put my hand on his shoulders and began to stroke him lightly over the top of his back.

"Leaves fire trails..." he said slowly, referring no doubt to the sensation. I continued this for a while, then shifted to the tops of his arms. He seemed to shift his weight towards me to give me greater access. I was so stoned that the last thing I could've done was rush, but finally, I shifted my weight to nuzzle his neck, which he seemed to lean into, giving the slightest hint of a moan.

With a hint of nervousness, I shifted my fingertips to my father's chest. He shuddered but did not move away. My fingertips gently traced the curves of his firm, muscular chest, occasionally trailing through the hair and over his nipples. Feeling bolder, I leaned in to kiss him, my tongue brushing against his lips before entering his mouth. He kissed me back, his lips pressing firmly against mine. Still kissing, and noticing that my nipples had become rock hard, I lifted my top over my head, interrupting the kiss only to get the shirt by.

He eagerly reached for my bra fastener in the back and liberated my breasts. He moaned softly as he bent to my chest, slowly licking each nipple in circles, while my hands caressed his arms and sides. Too stoned to be afraid he would stop me, I knelt beside his deck chair and pulled down my dad's shorts and boxers together. Here was my daddy completely naked on a hot sunny day, and I was gonna be fucking him in a few minutes.

His eyes were shut, but he seemed totally relaxed. I stood and removed all my clothes slowly, then knelt in front of his chair. My hands found his cock and gently jerked him for a minute or two, then began to stroke him more firmly.

In a low voice, he said, "Feels so good..." His six-pack was incredible, and those balls... they were huge and hairy, just the way I liked them. My mouth found his cock, and he flinched slightly, but settled right away.

I began to slowly suck his dick, which by this time had swollen to enormous proportions. He started actually gasping and slowly raised a hand to cup the back of my head, preventing me from moving away--as if I had any intention of going anywhere. This went on for a while, his breath becoming more and more ragged with each passing second. I could feel his body tensing, his hips beginning to move in rhythm with my mouth. I took him deeper, feeling his length hit the back of my throat, and his moans grew louder and more desperate.

His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I could taste the saltiness of his precum coating my mouth as I continued to suck him, my eyes watering from the intensity. His gasps turned into groans, and his legs started quivering slightly. I could feel him getting closer, so I pulled away. I wasn't ready for him to cum just yet.

I quickly rose to my feet and helped him sit down. Tilting his head to one side and lowering myself slightly, I brought my hard, swollen clit to his lips. I was curious to see what he would do with it.

Surprisingly, he began to lick my clit in a circle, and after a few minutes, he began to push his tongue inside. He continued to explore every fold, his tongue moving with a rhythm that made my body tremble. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he devoured me. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt, every nerve ending in my body tingling, begging for more. I could feel my climax building as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue going faster and deeper. Finally, with one last flick of his tongue, my body exploded with pleasure. I screamed, my pussy convulsing as he continued to lick and swallow every last drop of me.

I never would have believed that my father could eat me out like that. Stoned, it felt incredible, and every sensation was amplified tenfold. The fact that my dad was eating my pussy added to the incredible feeling of eroticism.

"Wow," I said out loud, pulling away reluctantly from his mouth, still buzzing from the intense orgasm. "You're good at that. Come on, let's get you up."

I wasn't going to fuck him in a deck chair. His eyes remained halfway closed as I led him to his bed on the first floor. I positioned him on his back and slowly lowered myself onto his massive, pulsating cock until I reached the base, completely filled.

I started rocking my hips back and forth, fucking my father slowly. His hard, engorged cock was incredibly thick, stretching my walls to their limit. I rode his dick cowgirl style for about twenty minutes while he gasped and moaned. His hands were all over me, one moment squeezing my ass and the next teasing my nipples. He knew exactly how to drive me wild.

The pleasure was absolutely incredible, but I was careful not to cum too soon. I then crouched over him and began to squat up and down on his cock, my movements syncing with the beat of my heart. His cock felt so good buried deep inside me. I used my left hand to work my clit and my right to steady myself, holding onto his abs. I loved the way he groaned, the way his eyes rolled back as I rode him hard and fast.

I could feel his cock bottoming me out, hitting my cervix. His groans grew louder and more primal as I picked up the pace, slamming my hips against his. The room was filled with the sound of our skin slapping together. I leaned down to kiss him, my breasts pressing against his chest as our tongues wrestled against one another.

It wasn't long before I felt my pussy clamping down around him. When I came, I screamed and screamed while I continued to move my hips, milking him for all he was worth. This went on for three or four minutes until he groaned, "I'm gonna cum inside you, baby!"

Another orgasm ripped through me, a scream tearing from my throat as I kept grinding on him. I rode him hard, desperate to feel him explode inside me. After what felt like an eternity, he growled like a beast, "I'm cumming, I'm gonna fucking fill you up!"

I came again so hard, I saw stars, my pussy squeezing him like a vice grip as I rode out the most powerful orgasm of my life. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, pumping me full of his thick, sticky cum. It was so much; I could feel it gushing out of me and pooling on the sheets below.

At long last, he finally pushed me away, the sensations being, I guess, a little too intense following his ejaculation. We slept. The next morning, as he cracked eggs into the frying pan for breakfast, he said, "Last night was amazing. I can't wait to do it again..."