Dear Diary or Journal or whatever:
My name is Zoe and a friend recommended that I start writing to you. I figured what the hell. Maybe someday I'll read this and remember the fond memories of me and my dad.
I remember when it all started. A few years ago when I was 18 my mom left me and my dad in the middle of the night, only leaving a note that stated how she couldn't take being married anymore and needed out. After that my dad kind of just broke down. For a while he was in really bad shape: drinking all the time, avoiding work, basically letting his life fall by the wayside. My heart ached to see him in pain. All I wanted was to see him happy again. I guess that's why I didn't object when he came home one night stumbling drunk and climbed into bed with me. It wasn't anything I would call good sex, just more of a, "Wham bam thank you ma'am."
Our lives changed after that. We proceeded to fool around and the more we did, the happier he was. He started exercising again, going to work on a regular basis, basically putting his life back together. I was on top of the world seeing him this way. He turned into the happy father that I remembered from so long ago.
I was never the adventurous type when it came to sex. In fact I should tell you how I used to hate cum. I would go down on the boys I dated but would always make them pull out before they came. When they did cum, I never wanted it on me. There was always a cup, towel, something nearby for them to use. I knew it was a disappointment to them but I just couldn't stand it.
The reason I tell you about that is to show you how my dad changed everything. Since we got together he has opened my world, turning me into a sexual beast. He changed my thoughts about everything: from deep throating and swallowing to allowing entrance to a cavity that I always thought was, "Exit only." I loved it all, especially his cum. I loved that salty euphoric taste as it trickled down my throat. I even loved it when he would bathe me in his seed, or as he called it, "Marking me."
So now that you know a bit more about me I guess I should tell you about my week.
Cindy and I were in the bathroom at our college freshening up in front of the mirror before heading home. Cindy was a good friend, I guess my best friend since she was the only one I had. We are both heavily into rockabilly music and would attend shows together on a regular basis. She was gorgeous with that Marylyn Monroe look she had going on. We both shared the same petite frame and 34c breasts, though hers were fake. I always told her I'd kill for her cheekbones and she'd reply how she'd kill for my ass. After I finished brushing my long black hair, which took forever as it hung down to the tip of my ass, we both headed home.
Cindy always seemed to be dating someone and wondered why I never did. I always told her that I was just concentrating on school. I was worried the first time I told Cindy about my relationship with my father. I thought she would find me sickening and not want to be my friend anymore. Boy was I surprised that when I told her about it, her response was that she had the same thing going on with her dad. She never told me how or when it all started and I thought best to leave well enough alone. I guess the only difference between us is that besides school, I devote all my time to making my dad happy.
It was great that we lived next door to each other as we always had someone to walk home with. Our fathers even became friends. We had regular barbeques on the weekends and parties during special sporting events. They loved the UFC fights. Since Cindy and I are close to turning 21 they didn't care if we drank with them during the events.
We said our goodbyes and each headed into our own homes. I walked in to see my dad in his chair drinking and watching baseball. I say his chair because no one else was allowed to sit in it and trust me, you didn't want to break that rule. I set my bag and purse by the doorway and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch.
"How was your day dad?" I asked.
"Great," he replied taking a sip from his beer. "The boss didn't need me so I got the day off and a three day weekend."
I leaned forward and asked, "So what did you do all day?"
"Pretty much looking at it," he said letting out a little giggle.
I loved seeing him happy and relaxed, which usually only happens on the weekends. During the week he's usually tired or stressed from work.
Noticing he was running low on his beer I went to the kitchen and grabbed another one for him. When I walked back into the living room he had his pants down around his ankles and was stroking his erect cock. There were three things my dad loved at the same time: baseball, blowjobs, and beer.
I smiled and walked over, stopping just short of him. I took a sip of the beer as I watched him masturbate.
"Is that beer for me or you?" He asked.
"Oh it's for you," I replied handing it to him. "I was just thirsty."
"Good girl," he said letting go of himself and taking a sip.
I didn't need him to say anything or tell me what to do. Knowing what he wanted I got on my knees before him. I grabbed his hardened shaft and looked up at him to see his smile and his eyes fixated on the game. I leaned in and rubbed the head of his shaft against my pouty lips. He twitched in his seat as I flicked my tongue against it. I loved teasing him, almost as much as I loved his cock being inside me. I opened wide and drove down as far as my gag reflexes would allow. I bobbed up and down his shaft, stopping at the top to twirl my tongue along his mushroom head. I savored every moment as his hardened muscle filled my mouth. I vigorously sucked his shaft, and what I couldn't fit in my mouth I stroked with my hand. The taste of his pre cum only made me work harder.
When I pulled back to get some air he stood up out of his chair. I smiled at him as he looked down upon me. Grabbing his shaft he slapped it against my forehead, then my cheek, and at my lips. He laughed as each time it came at me I opened my mouth wide, trying to catch it. I guess this game was his way of teasing me, and it worked.
I leaned my head into his crotch and ran my tongue along his shaven testicles. I guided my fingers between them and his asshole as I took turns sucking one into my mouth, then the other. Cindy was the one who told me how men really like that spot, which was true because his moaning increased as I played with him. His moaning turned to grunting which I knew was a sign of him ready to cum.
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back. As he stroked his cock he pointed it right at me. I opened my mouth wide ready to receive my reward. He masturbated faster and his grunts became more frequent. Then, like a rocket, he exploded. His cum splattering right between my eyes. It flowed like a river down the sides of my nose and onto my lips. As I licked it from my lips he stopped stroking himself and breathed heavily. I leaned in and took his cock back into my mouth, sucking every last bit of his seed that I could get.
Once spent, I pulled back and looked up at him, grateful to see his smile.
"That's my girl," he said looking down at his mark upon my face.
"Happy?" I asked.
"Very," he said pulling his pants back up.
As he sat back in his chair I ran my finger along the remnants of his river. I savored every last bit that I put into my mouth. He loved watching me clean myself, almost as much as I loved doing it for him. Once clean, I sat back on the couch and enjoyed the rest of the game with him.
Once the game was over I headed upstairs to do homework. I wanted to get it out of the way so I could enjoy the weekend.
The next day we were supposed to barbeque but the weather disagreed with us. It poured all day and into the evening. So instead of calling our weekend get together off Cindy and her dad came over for pizza and drinks instead. When they showed up Cindy and I left our Dad's to watch their baseball game while we hung out in the kitchen.
"That's a cute shirt," I said admiring her white shirt with a heart logo on the front that looked a couple sizes too small, causing her breasts to practically jump out.
"Thanks," Cindy responded admiring herself and twirling around. "I got these jeans too."
"Yeah they look nice. Shirt might be a bit too small," I said giggling.
"Please," she said eyeing me. "What about you? That tight black shirt and plaid mini skirt that screams fuck me."
"Just something I randomly grabbed from the closet," I lied. I knew that my dad liked me in skirts.
As we talked we heard our dad's cheers through the wall, apparently they were enjoying their game.
"Anyways, changing the subject. You finish your report?" I asked taking a beer from the fridge.
"No," Cindy responded. "I'll do it tomorrow. Did you?"
