Daughter sets out to snare dad
OK, I wanted to set the record straight; I wanted to fuck my dad. It wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t some mistaken identity; in fact it took almost a month of careful planning to finally accomplish my goal. I had to enlist my best friend to finally accomplish it; her part of the deal was she got to fuck him next; it sucked but I had to agree if I wanted it to happen.
I know, its incest; but when you’re eighteen and horny as hell that doesn’t much strike on your radar. A lot of things had happened to lead up to it; not the least of which was my dad was single. No my parents had never been married. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a great dad, he was; it just means my parents weren’t exactly marriage material, if you know what I mean.
As dad explained it when I was sixteen; they were both eighteen; hot date, the back seat of a car. He didn’t have a rubber and she wasn’t on birth control. He claimed mom wouldn’t let him pull out, but either way there I was nine months later. Grandma and Grandpa nearly disowned mom; but finally gave in and she lived with them while she finished school.
Dad was always a part of my life, and much as mom’s folks tried to prevent it. The fact we all lived in the same city helped. I got to spend every other weekend and time in the summer with him. As I got older I even got to spend week days and he would take me to school.
So, the usual question would be why; I mean after all it isn’t every eighteen year old that wants their dad to bang them. But then, not every eighteen year old has my dad. At thirty-six he cuts that suave older man persona like butter; smooth and silky until your knees tremble. Dad is also into fitness; he has a gym in the basement of his house and works out every day. Add a hundred and seventy-five pounds of pure muscle to a six foot frame; then throw in curly dark hair with just that hint of gray at the edges; you get HOT.
I’ve seen him pull his shirt off mowing the lawn and watched girls my age damn near have an orgasm as his six pack abs comes into view. How do I know? I’ve seen them when we sit around dad’s pool on a Saturday; God they almost start drooling.
Now all you have to do as add the topping on the cake; the ten inches he packs in those shorts and the skill to use it. How do I know that? Same reason, two of my friends sitting around that same pool. It seemed dear old dad had a thing for the younger girls.
Not that I blamed him, Kelly had an ass to die for and Mindy had tits most guys would kill to get ahold of. It seems my adoring father had fucked them both; every which way but Tuesday by their descriptions.
I had been trying to get him into bed that entire summer. You know; the skimpy shorts and the even skimpier swimsuit. Oh he looked all right, and hell did he swell those shorts out nice. But I had come up dry all summer and I was getting desperate.
It wasn’t until early August that things clicked into place. Kat, one of my best friends had mentioned that apparently dad had made a pass at her. When I asked her how, she just blushed and said he does a good “tonsil exam.” I almost creamed in my bikini thinking of it. I looked at her, and realized that other than she had darker hair than me, we were almost identical builds.
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