Daddy, From My House

Dearest Jimmy -

It was very enlightening to hear about your encounter with Nicole, and “Nikki” too, for that matter. I couldn't remember at first if she was the woman you were fucking when we met, but since you never got around to actually fucking that woman... well, what was her name again, Lynn something? And of course, you weren’t in college when we met, otherwise you would have been quite a lot too old for me then. You know I love older men, but for fuck’s sake, that would’ve been ridiculous.

Fortunately, as you know, my sexual awakening took a less ridiculous path, at least by our collective standards. Daddy was always the egghead PhD, busy with school and research, and he was oblivious to the charms of the women that wanted him. That included me and Mom, sadly. They had me in their forties and neither related to me very well growing up, especially when I hit my teens. By then, I was aware that Mom was out fucking every man except Daddy, and she didn’t hide that from him. I understand her pain and frustration a little better now, but it always made me mad as a kid to see her rub his face in it. When she ran off and didn’t come back, I was sixteen. I had already discovered her vibrators, dildos, g-strings, strap-ons, and all the other equipment she owned, so when she left, I had a fairly precise idea about what made me feel good. I bought replacements for all the items I liked that first weekend she was gone.

Maybe it was pity for Daddy’s plight, his situation was so sad and pathetic all at the same time, or maybe it’s because he was so goddamn hot with his graying temples, reading glasses, and slender physique. I loved watching him walk around the house in his chinos and cardigan sweaters, dorky and sexy at the same time; he was a lot more interesting than those boys at school I let feel me up. They were all just a dress rehearsal for the real thing, as it turned out.

I turned eighteen right when I graduated from high school, and I was scheduled to begin college in the summer, via an honors program. Daddy and I had actually bonded pretty well during the selection process, and we picked a school that was solid academically and nearby, just in case he needed me. Or more likely, I needed him.

Since he was (and remains) a clod about these things, I knew I would have to do more than wave my ass at him to get his attention. Our hugs had been more intense and our kisses were now full on the lips in those last few weeks before school. A promising start, but I was running out of time. Subtlety, especially for Daddy, would have been futile, and honestly, the hot weather always makes me horny (a trait I know we share, baby!).

Daddy was reviewing film samples from his grad students all during June, so I decided to slip in a movie of my own. I brought the video camera up to my bedroom after he left for class one morning. I liked to keep my pussy hair neat and trim in those days, but to pique Daddy’s interest, I decided to take it all off.

After setting up the camera to zoom in on my crotch, I lathered up my modest pubes with shaving cream and had at it. I spread my legs wide open and slowly, deliberately, meticulously removed every hair. It felt great! When I finally concluded my activities with the razor, I was soaking wet and played with myself, teasing my clit short of climax. I then walked up to the camera and said softly, “Daddy, please finish the job.”

The three longest hours of my life were waiting for Daddy to get home after I finished taping. He came in as usual, hands full of papers and films, and he bussed me on the lips. I held the kiss extra-long this time, and then I asked him if he had a second to help me with something. I had on only a tank top and short denim skirt, and I kicked off my sandals as we walked back to his office.

I told him I had made a movie of my own, and I was interested in his professional opinion. Daddy nodded and sat down. I shook with anticipation but managed to get the tape into the VCR and hit play successfully. His eyes grew wide when he saw a naked pussy on the screen, and he stammered something, but I told him it was an art film and to see it through.

I also noticed his lovely dick twitching in his trousers. The shaving went on for about five more minutes, during which his bulge grew considerably. There was no noise in the room except for our heavy breathing, me watching Daddy watch the movie.

Finally, when we reached the big finish, where the “star” shaving her cunt clean was revealed to be his horny 18-year-old daughter, Daddy turned to face me. I had flipped back my skirt to show him that, indeed, it was the same pussy, and it was even wetter than I had been during the taping.

I leaned back in my chair and propped both legs up over the armrests – fully open to whatever happened next. Just as I whispered, “Daddy, please finish the job” on the film, he fell to the floor in front of me, wordlessly, and lapped his way around my pink shiny lips. “Oh my god,” I thought, “it’s finally happening!” and I moaned with excitement.

I watched his loving tongue caresses for a moment, stunned and thrilled that my Daddy was eating me out and doing a fucking fantastic job of it! Was this real? His head felt real enough as I ran my fingers through his bushy brown-gray hair. He ate me like he was starving, and he really was. It took me no time at all to come all over his face. He looked up at me as I shuddered through the last wave of orgasm, and at last he spoke while licking his lips.

“Pumpkin, why don’t we retire to my bedroom? We’ll have some more room to ahem, spread out in there.” I looked down at him and asked if he was OK with all this, and he smiled that little grin of his, the one I saw only when he was paying full attention to me.

“Molly, we’re both adults now, and I’ve been suppressing the urge to fuck you for a long time. I’m ready if you are.”

Was I?!? He carried me into his bedroom, but didn’t stop at the bed. Instead, we entered the master bathroom and he gently put me on the sink top.

“Pumpkin, you must understand, I don’t wish to fuck your cunt, though I know it would be magnificent. That’s for you and your other lovers. What I want to share with you is the pleasure of a good ass fucking – have you done that with anyone yet?”

I shook my head no; no other people had been there, just a wonderful thin wooden dildo I called Sam. “Delightful! Let’s get ready, then.”

He knelt down and took a douche bag out of the cabinet and began to fill it with warm water. He also stripped off his shirt and trousers to reveal a trim body, the product of good genes and a youth spent running cross-country. He could have been 400 pounds and ugly as sin, though, and I would have let him do anything he wanted just then. His dick jutted out like a pole, thin and long just like the rest of him.

He put his two hands on the front of my tank top and, staring me right in the eyes, tore it right down the front and flipped it off my shoulders. I might have had another orgasm right then, I was so excited. My tits heaved in the open air, and he tweaked my nipples with a chuckle.

He left my skirt on, just hanging around my waist, as I knelt down in the bathtub. Then he pushed the plastic end of the douche bag up inside of me and the water poured in my ass. I tried to take in as much as I could stand - it felt so incredible!

Daddy explained this would be a process, and that I might have to go to the bathroom a couple of times to fully clean out my system. I did, as it turned out, but he continued the ritual, filling me up each time with more and more water. Throughout these stages, he kissed me long and hard, pinching my tits and very hard nipples, and stroked my swollen clit. Then more water – what a sensation it was!

He wouldn’t let me touch him, though oh how I wanted that dick of his. I got it, finally, when Daddy climbed into the tub with me and plunged into my ass while I was full of water. With each stroke, a little more water came out until he was fucking away like mad! The water was forced out of my ass and soaked his hard dick. Then with a grunt, he shot off into my ass, adding his come to the frothy mix. Amazing, huh? Messy, but amazing.

We both laughed as we climbed up and washed ourselves off. “Did you like that, pumpkin?” It was more than I could have hoped for, but Daddy frowned a little. “You liked it, but you didn’t REALLY like it. What can I do to make you come again?” I decided the time was right to introduce him to Sam.

We returned to his bedroom and I got on all fours on the bed. Daddy covered me with the lubing jelly I used with Sam and gently forced “him” into my tight bottom. Writhing with pleasure, Daddy snaked down under me with his free hand and diddled my clitty. I was so filled up, and that orgasm was beyond anything I ever knew – up to that point.

We stayed inside all that night and every night that week. I sucked Daddy off, which was delicious, and he made me cum more ways than I could count. It was clear he loved to fuck my ass best, though, and you know very well how that works for me, Jimmy baby!

Father’s Day was that Sunday, so I planned a special sexual adventure for him. I had shaved myself clean again, put on shorts and a top with no underwear and instructed him to meet me in the woods behind our house in about ten minutes; it was the longest we were apart from each that whole week! I took a blanket and made a nest for us there in the clearing. I stripped off all my clothes and waited for him there, watching the back door as he slowly and casually strolled into the woods, like it was just another plain old Sunday morning.

When he got to where I was, I unzipped his fly and took his beautiful dick out, kneeling in front of him, and sucked him so that he was really hard. He started to strip, but I wanted him fully clothed except for his lovely long dick. Then I turned around and kneeled down on all fours and begged him to fuck me hard in the ass. He was so excited!

We could hear the neighbors out in their back yard a couple of doors down, so we had to be very quiet. He pushed himself up against my asshole and then plunged in. He pumped away, breathing really hard, and then in just a few minutes came way up inside me.

Then he rolled me over, and knelt down between my legs and licked me up and down until I came. It was all I could do not to scream and let the whole neighborhood know how good and alive I felt!

When he zipped up, he looked down at me and laughed out loud. “This is the best Father’s Day ever, pumpkin!” Well, duh, Daddy. What could be better? He got to finally express how much I meant to him, and I got my first taste of older men, and we both fucking loved it.

I think you suspected something about Daddy and I when we met, Jimmy, but now you know for sure. More of everything makes sense now, right? Well, it’s all pretty nonsensical, but I know you accept even if you don’t understand. That’s what makes you so special to me, baby doll!

Much love,

your one and only Mol