It's a Girl!!bySaxon_Hart©
This is my entry for the SUMMER LOVIN STORY CONTEST. I hope you enjoy and vote well! SH
The Fourth of July was right around the corner. It was July First and I was busy in my home office trying to do the shit I pay my secretary to do. I had given her two weeks off during the busy summer season, and now was kicking myself.
I run an earth moving business. When I bought into the company we were capable of doing two jobs at a time. Now we are capable of doing as many as ten jobs at a time, although I usually limit us to six, just to keep guys and equipment from being over worked. Usually my secretary does the bid processing and payroll stuff. Since I gave her two week's vacation I was having to do it myself on my own time. She usually takes a couple hours on Wednesday afternoon to get the payroll done. I wasn't as talented.
This is how I came to be sitting in my home office pouring over time cards and bills, using three different programs on my computer. I had a cold beer on the desk and a baseball game on the TV, for noise more than interest in said game. I wanted to get done so that I could go fishing at a high mountain lake for the next two days, and then spend my Fourth sitting on my front porch, drinking beer and lighting bottle rockets.
Most people don't seem to realize how hot it can get in Colorado during the summer. I have talked to folks back east who think we ski year round, and wear coats all the time. They think "South Park" is an accurate depiction of Colorado life. The temperature had reached 105 today and I was still sweating my ass off despite the swamp cooler hung in the window behind me.
I had just entered the final numbers on Jim Zimmerman's paycheck when I heard my doorbell chime. Most of the time when my doorbell rings, it is Jehovah's witnesses or Mormons coming to tell me I sin too much and they have just the pamphlet I need to change my hell bound ways. On many occasions I would answer the door naked with a bottle of Jack Daniel's in my hand when I thought it was these folk. I decided just to be rude tonight, and let that suffice. If it is someone coming to me on business, they use the side door directly into my office. As I approached my front door I noticed a car I had never seen before in my driveway.
I opened the front door and was greeted by the sight of a beautiful young lady. She was about 5'7, petite, with shoulder length light brown hair with golden highlights. Her blue and white checkered spaghetti strapped top nicely framed her tits, which were likely a large b or smallish c. Her Daisy Duke cut-offs and pink Pumas finished the look. I could have stared at her legs forever, muscular and tan, athletic legs. A cute anklet strung around her right ankle proclaimed she was a "hottie". I couldn't argue that.
She removed her oversized sun glasses to reveal her piercing blue eyes. "Are you by any chance Donny Wagner?"
I immediately dismissed her as a sales person or some cold caller, because she pronounced my last name properly. Most people pronounce it Wag, (like a dog's tail) ner. My grandparents, when they immigrated to the States in the early thirties kept the German pronunciation Vog-ner, just like the composer.
"Yes I am." I answered. I noticed f****y characteristics in her face. My brain scrambled to decide if I had a niece this age or not. You see, I was a late surprise for my folks. Daniel age 48 and Lisl Wagner age 45 already had Daniel Jr. age 23, Geoff, age 21, Sharon, age 18, and Trudy, age 14 when I graced them with my presence. By the time I was born my parents were grandparents three times over. It was quite often when I was growing up that I had to explain that I wasn't being raised by my grandparents. I can remember being three or so and my nephew John, who was five at the time, correcting me when I called my mother "Mommy". "No," he said "Her name is Grandma."
I am now 32 years old and have many nieces and nephews I rarely see. I see Sharon the most often since she lives in Denver, but the others all live back east and I rarely see them, let alone their k**s.
"My name is Gayla Rafferty." She said sticking out her hand.
I shook her hand and said, "Pleased to meet you Gayla Rafferty, now I am a busy dude, so how can I help you?"
"You are Donny Wagner, from Blue Lake?"
"Well, I guess there's no other way to say this, but you are a father. My father."
This had to be a joke. The closest I had ever came to being a father was when my ex whore wife turned up pregnant when we hadn't had sex in almost a year. My buddy Roger had to have set this up. I stepped past her onto the porch looking around for Roger. I figured he was hiding nearby with a cam-corder. "OK fucko, I aint got time for this shit!"
No laughing Roger appeared before my eyes so I turned back to Gayla. "Ok, you look to be well over the age of 16, and I am 32. I've been divorced for 5 years now and think I would remember the cheating cunt delivering a k**. So if you aint got a better story to tell, I need to finish my shit so I can fuck off for the weekend."
She seemed nonplussed as she answered. "My mother is Candy Rafferty. Of course you might remember her as Candy Thomas. I am 18 years old and according to my mom, one Donny Wagner, from Blue Lake Colorado is my father."
Candy Thomas...now there's a name I hadn't thought about in years. We'd had a fling when I was14. I remember her leaving about two weeks before school started never to be seen again.
She was a senior in high school and participated in a Big b*****rs and big s****rs program for under privileged k**s. I wasn't exactly under privileged, but since my parents were in their sixties, and considered too old to give me a normal upbringing, I qualified. I got lucky on two fronts. One was the fact that there weren't enough big b*****rs for all the boys so I got a big s****r instead. The second was because when most of the other big b*****rs and s****rs forgot about their charges, Candy figured out she could drive me to Grant's lake. I would fish from the time we got there, take a quick break for a picnic lunch, then I'd fish until dark. Candy meanwhile would have her boyfriend Greg come visit her. I caught them a couple of times, but I never said anything.
One late July day when she picked me up she looked as if she'd been crying. I asked her if she was ok, and she told me she was. That day we went to Redhawk reservoir. She pulled out a pole and actually fished with me that day. An hour or so before lunch she asked me if I wanted to go swimming. I told her I didn't have a swim suit.
"Neither do I sweetie, but we can swim in our underwear."
Now a 17 year old high school hottie telling a 14 year old human tripod, that he'd see her in her undies is likely the same type of response the good folks that came up with Viagra were trying to achieve.
I spent a good deal of the time we swam trying to hide the raging bone on I was sporting. After a while we climbed onto a rock to sun ourselves. We chatted for a while and she told me she had a fight with Greg. I told her that he was not good enough for her and she could do so much better. She asked why I thought that way and I blushed, then I began babbling about how beautiful she was, and how I wanted to marry her when I got old enough, and I went on and on until she shut me up with a kiss. And that was the beginning of the end of my virginity. That day was a one off since she got back with Greg the next week. She left in September and I never saw her again. And now this beautiful young lady was standing on my doorstep telling me that I fathered a c***d that summer day.
"Would you like to come in?" I asked. She followed me through the door. "I know I need a drink, can I get you something to drink?"
"I'd like a glass of tea if you have some."
"I think I do. Toni usually keeps stuff like that made and ready. And yes she has some made." I found a pitcher of tea in the fridge and poured her a glass.
She took a sip, "Thank you. Toni makes wonderful tea. Is she your wife?"
"No, she's my secretary. My office is in the back and she has free reign of the house while she's at work."
"What kind of business do you run?"
"Construction, mainly earth moving and roads."
I walked to the office in the back of the house and she followed. I pointed to the small couch in my office and asked if she'd like to sit. She sat and I took my place at the desk where I had been working. I finished my beer and opened a drawer and pulled out my bottle of Jack and took a healthy pull. I grimaced as the harsh brown liquid lit my esophagus on fire.
"Are you a heavy drinker?" she asked.
"Not usually, but Heir Daniels helps me wrap my head around certain things. You obviously have an advantage. You have had at least ten minutes to get used to the fact you have a long lost father. I've known I was a father for two minutes."
"Oh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. But I have wanted to meet you for several years now and just a few days ago got enough info to put it all together."
As she was about to start her end of the tale my cell rang. It was Jack Erickson, one of my foremen on a major job. Some new dipshit had done something and I was needed there ASAFP. I told him I'd be there soon. "Feel like taking a ride? I gotta go deal with something and I definitely want to hear your story. We'll go take care of this and then dinner will be on me. Do you like Mexican food?"
Sure I'll go with you, and yes I love Mexican food."
I finished the stuff I had to do and we went out and got into my truck. She told me about most of her life as we headed to the jobsite.
She was raised mainly in Florida. Candy had gone to live with an aunt there when she discovered her impending c***d. After giving birth to Gayla, she began to work her way through school, eventually earning a degree in accounting and getting a job at a large Miami firm. When Gayla was three, Candy met Brad Rafferty. They married a year later and he adopted Gayla. They had another daughter before Candy decided her career took precedence. Gayla knew from a young age that she and Michele weren't full bl**d s****rs. As she grew she asked more and more about her father.
Candy was embarrassed to have been knocked up by such a young boy, she hid the truth from her daughter. Gayla had from time to time visited her grandparents in Colorado, and had decided she wanted to go to college in Colorado.
Since this summer was the summer between her graduation and her freshman year, she decided to head out to Colorado early, and find a job and a place to stay. Blue Lake is a forty mile drive from her school so she stayed with her grandparents while she hunted for jobs in town. One evening while shopping at a small boutique, a local lady mistook her for one of the Wagner grandk**s. Gayla of course had no idea who the Wagners were.
On the phone with Candy later on Candy admitted that Gayla's biological father was me. The next day Gayla tracked down my parents, of course she thought they were my grandparents, and mom gave her my address. By chance, the university Gayla was attending is a twenty minute drive from my home. She mulled over her new found information for a couple of days, and with her mother's blessing, decided to contact me.
I was still trying to get it all straight in my head as we got to my site to find one of my new dump trucks turned over on its side. The k** who had been driving was shaken and scared, but he wasn't injured. Since the accident was on a site not on a public road, we didn't have to involve the law. I did have to take upwards of fifty pictures for OSHA and insurance purposes. I told the k** to go home and to be at my office first thing on the fifth.
When Jack showed back up I blew his mind. "Jack, I'd like you to meet my daughter Gaylene."
She shook his hand as he looked dumbfounded. "Actually my name's Gayla"
From the look on Jack's face I knew I was going to have a lot of explaining to do later on.
Four hours and an eight thousand dollar crane job later, my truck was on a tow rig heading to the shop and Gayla and I were headed to dinner at Juan's. I had enchiladas smothered in green chili, and Gayla had the taco combo plate. After dinner we headed back to my house. I asked her if she was planning to drive back to Blue Lake tonight. She had thought about it but asked if she could hang with me for a few days. I had no problem with that as long as she knew of my plans.
"I would love to go camping with you. As long as you aren't an axe murderer or something." she said when I informed her.
"Nope. But I am a new father."
We sat and talked for a while. We filled each other in on aspects of our lives. We were chatting merrily along when my cell rang. Usually I check the caller ID before I answer, for some reason I didn't and I heard the voice of my ex wife. Immediately the headache that usually accompanies her intrusions into my little piece of the world hit like a freight train. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose; this had become habit when she called.
"Hiya baby what are you doin?"
"Nothin." She hated short one word answers, so I made sure to try to keep them all that way.
"Come on baby, I just want to be civil. You don't see me bein hostile to you."
"Not hostile. Not into conversing."
"Donny," she whined, "I want to work on us. Don't you care about us?"
"Bitch! I quit caring about us when half of us was fucking Blaine and Elbert. Damn it Kimberly you talk to them, maybe they'll work on y'all. Now I am visiting with my daughter so bye." I hung up before she could say another word and then turned my phone to "silent." I sat there with my eyes closed for a few minutes, willing the pain to go away. Gayla moved over from the couch to the love seat and put a hand on my arm.
"Is she that bad?"
"My head seems to think so."
"Care to talk about it?"
"Not tonight. If torture is your game I'm sure I can find pliers or something for you to use on me, less painful than talking about her and her .....Never mind."
We laughed and I showed her to my guest bedroom.
sl**p was hard to come by that night. My mind kept running thoughts about Gayla. I realized how much of her life I had missed, but knew I could do nothing about it. I kept wonder as well, if it was normal or wrong that I would fuck her in a heartbeat. Images played through my head. Her smell, the way her skin and hair reflected in the sunlight. I felt bad that I couldn't picture her mother. I finally drifted off to sl**p around two.
I was up at 5:30 hooking up the trailer to my truck. It's just a small two person rig, but it suits me. I only use it three or four times a year, when I go fishing or hunting. I always keep its larder stocked with all of the necessities, all I have to do is stock up with meat and other cold items that would spoil. I loaded the fishing gear into the truck and went and rousted Gayla.
I knocked on the guest room door and got no answer. I knocked again and waited. Last summer I had my s****r Sharon's twin 16 year old boys stay a weekend with me to go fishing. I had to walk in and turn the light on to even begin to roust them. Figuring it was a f****y thing I opened the door and hit the light. My heart jumped and my breath seized in my chest when I saw Gayla on that bed. She wore a t-shirt with the collar cut out of it and a tiny thing panty. The shirt was pulled down to the top of her awesome tits and one areola was exposed. Her leg was kicked over so that her ass was entirely exposed. I'm sure if I looked close enough I would have seen her rose bud. "Quit checking her out asshole!!! She's your fucking daughter!!" screamed the voice in my head.
As she started to stir I killed the light and closed the door. I knocked really hard, after taking a moment to compose myself, and this time was rewarded with a sl**py sounding "I'm awake. Gimme a few minutes. Do you have coffee?"
"Coffee's brewing!" I answered cheerfully hoping she couldn't hear the shake in my voice.
"Oh, you're an angel!"
I walked down the hall to the kitchen and filled my thermos with coffee. There was enough in the pot to fill two travel mugs with the delicious pick me up brew. Ten minutes later, Gayla came into the kitchen. I tried not to stare, but she was a knock out, even just barely awake. I handed her the other travel mug which she took gratefully. "Oh what an angel!"
"Nah, just a guy who also requires a brown liquid jump start in the morning."
Half an hour later we were on the road. It was a four hour drive to where I would set the trailer up, and another hour hike to the lake itself. Luckily she had planned on spending some time with me when we met, if all had gone well that is, so she had plenty of clothes and a pair of good boots packed in her car.
We chatted about our lives as we rode along the highway. She was a captain of the school's dance team. They had won a national competition, and she had earned a scholarship for her efforts. Her boyfriend Jason had demanded that she choose a local school, and had lost it when brochures and letters from schools in the west had arrived.
She packed her car and headed west without telling him. When he called her once, she told him if he was lucky she'd be back in Miami before school started. I think about then I felt my first fatherly instinct.
"Tommy sounds like a controlling dickhead. You can definitely do better." A smile came over her face and she slid across the seat, lifted the console and slid right up next to me.
"Daddy said I should appease Tommy and stay closer, Mom said I should take a break from Tommy and think it over. You're the first one who supported my side." She hugged me closer. I tried to keep the image from earlier out of my head and did a so-so job. At least I don't think she noticed my raging hard on.
As we drove on she got silent. I noticed she had fallen asl**p. She was snuggled up to me like a lover. I should be so lucky to ever have someone like this on my arm. Temporary as it was, it made the rest of the drive much more pleasant. She slept the rest of the trip, only waking three hours later when I turned off of the black topped county road onto the washboard like wagon track that led to where I like to camp.
"How far do we have to go on this rough stuff Angel?"
"Angel? I've never heard of a father being called Angel before."
"So far you have been more than I could have wished for in a father. You're my angel."
"Anyhoo, we have about another half hour on this track before we get to the spot."
"Won't this road tear your camper up?"
"It hasn't before. I have everything pretty well secured, as long as the refrigerator or heater don't get shaken apart we'll be ok."
We finally arrived and I backed the trailer to where I wanted it. Twenty minutes of digging and maneuvering later I had the trailer level and set up for the night.
We grabbed a quick sandwich and then hit the trail that led to the upper lake. We hiked and chatted for the entire hike. The more I learned about her the more I liked her. She told me about all of her friends back home and how she thought many of them would end up dead, knocked up or incarcerated within two years. I for one was happy that Gayla was making wise choices.
"This is beautiful!" she exclaimed with aplomb as we reached the lake. Indeed it is beautiful. Crystal blue water nestled in a little dell surrounded by aspen and pinion trees. "Can we swim in it?"
"You can," I said, "It's a bit too cold for my taste. It's fed from a glacier so it dint too warm. Tomorrow we can hike up to the hot spring if you want."
"That sounds absolutely divine!"
She lay out on some rocks and got some sun while I fished. I had bites here and there but didn't catch any fish. Around five we headed back to the camp. I built us a fire and got ready to cook up some steaks. While we were waiting for the fire to get going, I told Gayla In needed to check her for ticks.
"Ticks? Do you think we picked any up?"
"No, but there are some spots on the trail where we could have. Check your boot line, and clothing gaps, and I'll check your hairline and head."
As I was checking her hairline and scalp, I would have sworn she moaned a couple of time and seemed to be writhing as I checked her. I found no ticks and she seemed disappointed when I was done. I then asked her to check my scalp. I did my best to not sprout wood as she sensually massaged around my head. She checked for at least ten minutes before proclaiming me tick free.
We ate our steaks and roasted corn on the cob and chatted. I had hoped the questions about my marital failures would go unasked. My luck held until after we had tossed our paper plates into the fire and had opened a beer for me and a soda for her.
"So Angel, how is it your home shows no sign of a Mrs. Angel?"
"Mainly because Toni undid anything the previous Mrs. Wagners did. She actually made me go buy shit for my home that she thought fit me."
"Ok, so how many exes has Toni had to undo?"
"Three, but let's talk about your exes for a while." I said trying to deflect this conversation. She was having none of it.
"I've been with Tommy since I was a junior. Never dated before him. Now to your exes."
"Well I married Steph right out of high school. We went to the same college, Colorado Southern, a school I'm sure you know of," of course she did. She was going there in the fall. "We hung in pretty well until mid sophomore year. She became a cheerleader that fall. At first I was cool with her traveling with the teams to the away games. I trusted her completely. We had an off-campus apartment together so we didn't have to sneak around to pleasure each other."
"How did you manage your freshman year? I was told all freshmen lived in dorms unless they had f****y to stay with."
"We parked a lot. Once in a while I could spring for a motel, but we managed. We got jobs that summer, she at Dairy Queen and me at the very earth moving business I now own. We saved and got our own apartment that fall. Like I said I trusted her, but I noticed a change in her when basketball season started. Our sex life started to wane. She was constantly picking fights with me. One night after a home game, I waited for three hours for her to come home. I had candles to light and had a 21 year old friend buy me a bottle of wine. I had romance ready to roll when she got home. Around midnight I went to the campus to see if I could find her. Some guys told me about a victory party at a near by apartment complex where most of the athletes lived. I found the apartment, and went into the party unchallenged. There were three bedrooms in this particular apartment. When I couldn't find her I the main room I went to check the bedrooms. In the first two bedrooms I found couples engaged in sex, including one pair I wish I hadn't seen. That poor bed." I chuckled, really wishing I hadn't seen the two very large individuals naked. "Then I came to the third room. I opened the door to find Steph servicing three black dudes. They didn't see me so I headed back out and went home. I snapped all of the candles in two to three pieces and piled them on the table. I then drank the bottle of wine and went to bed around three. I don't know what time she finally came home. I just know that when I got up at four thirty to pee she wasn't home yet. When I finally woke up around eleven she was passed out in the bed next to me. It made my skin crawl to look at her. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. Some time after noon, she finally came out. She tried to tell me she had been home at one."
"Bullshit,' I told her, 'You were likely still sandwiched between the front court trio at one.' Her jaw dropped and her face went pale. I told her that I wanted a divorce, and told her that she could have the apartment after I moved out in a week or two. I filed the papers the next Monday, and went and got my job permanently at the company. I quit school and joined the workf***e. Steph tried to change my mind several times, and even had her black fuck buddies try to threaten me."
"Five of them cornered me one night just before I got off the campus for good. They told me I would move back in and support Steph and not say a word when she came home dripping their cum. I was about to throw down, even though I knew I'd get the worst of it, when several Aryan b*****rhood type guys came around the corner and jumped to my defense. The team went their own way and the following Monday I was off campus and living on my own. My divorce was final three months later, even though Steph protested all the way. Since we owned nothing and owed nobody, the judge just dissolved our marriage and that was it."
"How could she cheat on you? You seem like such a wonderful man. Did you ever hear from her again?"
"Not so much 'from her' as 'about her.' She still lives in town; she failed out of school in her junior year and now works at a grocery store on the north side. She has three or four k**s, from at least three men. She saw me in there once a couple of years ago and asked how I was, I told her I was fine and had to get back supervise one of my job sites. She looked kinda sad but I told myself that she had chosen her path. Are you ready for bed yet?"
"No way mister. You have at least two more exes to talk about. I have 18 years of your life to catch up on."
I mocked a heavy sigh, opened another beer and continued. "I was 26 and had just bought the company from my boss. My Grandmother had passed away when I was three. She had left trusts for all of my siblings to pay for their college. I guess at the time it was easy to forget a four year old c***d when all of your grandc***dren were in their twenties. Earlier that year, my oldest b*****r Dan asked me what I had done with my trust since I didn't complete school. I had no clue what he was talking about. When they discovered I had been shorted, they all pitched in and gave me what would have been an equal share of the total of their trusts plus some interest. All told, they wired a little over a quarter of a million dollars into an account for me. They are all successful and could afford it. I really didn't want it, but they needed clear consciences so I kept it. I used most to buy the company and put the rest down on my house."
"I met Jolene at an engineer's office while picking up plans for a project I had won the bid for. She was his secretary. It was the largest job I had ever bid and one of the most important. I hadn't really dated anyone since Steph, even though Toni had set me up with several of her friends. It actually got to the point that I told Toni I would keep her on a secretary when I bought the company if she quit setting me up."
"Two weeks later, I had to pick up a revised report from the engineer and saw Jolene again. She was wearing this purple and gray sweater and looked so damn good, I just had to ask her out. We dated for three months before she moved in with me. I proposed a month later and we married three weeks after. Four months later, just before my 27th birthday, she asked to talk to me. We sat down and she proceeded to tell me about Rob. She had been engaged to Rob up until three weeks before I first met her. He was in the army and had been wounded in Iraq. She had never told him about me, or that she had married me. She asked if it was ok if she flew to Washington to see him while he was in Walter Reed. I immediately had flash backs of Steph and she read the horror on my face. She told me that I could trust her and she didn't even think sex was possible for him."
"Against my better judgment I said it was ok for her to go. I regretted saying yes as soon as I dropped her off at the airport. She was gone for three days, and when she came back she was very quiet and seemed to be lost in thought. The next day, two days before my birthday, she informed me that she was still in love with Rob and asked for an annulment. Within a month a judge annulled our marriage and we went our separate ways. Toni redecorated my house and life went on."
I opened another beer and hoped a moment of silence or two would dissuade her from wanting to hear about Kimberly. She went into the camper and all was silent for a minute. I felt that old familiar headache coming on and rubbed the bridge of my nose. She came out of the camper five minutes later and moved her chair closer to mine and sat down. "Sorry, I had to go pee. How many more exes do you have?"
"Cell phone girl from last night?"
"You don't have to talk about her if you don't want to, but I would like to hear your tale."
I took a deep breath and paused a moment. I took a long pull on my beer and began. "I met Kimberly at the grocery store three years ago. She's one of those women that just seem to ooze sex. She struck up a conversation, and we talked as we completed our shopping. I wasn't sure I wanted to get too involved again, but she had a way of making me feel special. We dated for several months before she moved in with me. We married two months later. For two years a guy couldn't ask for more. I got massaged every time I needed or wanted one. I never had to cook, and the sex was awesome. She had managed to make me forget any left over pain from Steph or Jolene."
"I loved her so deeply that it scared me at times. I knew if she broke my heart, it would likely kill me, but she never gave me the feeling that anything was out of the ordinary. She was a teacher at an all girl parochial school; her co-workers were nuns and priests. She never left town without me and didn't go party with the girls. During the summer she practically drove Toni nuts since she was hanging around the house most of the time."
"Her parent's forty-fifth wedding anniversary was coming up and a large party had been planned by her and her siblings. She went down to her folks' place in Taos two days before I did, because I had a job site about to close and had to be there for the final inspections. Rain washed out our inspection date so I rescheduled and headed for Taos without calling ahead. I figured it would be a surprise to her that I was there earlier than expected. I got there around one in the morning, and let myself in. I had been there often enough I knew my way around the house. I went to her room to find she wasn't there. There was light and voices coming from her b*****r Blaine's room so I went to the door. I heard her voice and went in. There she was on the bed with Blaine in her pussy and her other b*****r Elbert in her ass."
I opened another beer and took a long pull and continued. Gayla put her hand on my arm to reassure me things were ok. "I snapped a quick picture with my cell and slipped back out of the house. I drove back home and got in just after dawn. I called my attorney and instructed him to start divorce proceedings. I told him I had evidence of her infidelity and sent him the photo. I spent the next day drinking."
"She called that evening, but I didn't answer the phone. She left a voicemail saying that she hoped I was on my way, 'cause she needed some of her man as soon as possible. I wanted to puke. She told me she loved and missed me, and that she'd see me the next day. The next day I awoke around noon to a ringing phone. The party was going to start at three. I answered to hear her panicked voice asking me how close to Taos I was. She flipped when I told her I was still in bed. 'You're never going to make it here on time Donny!!' she yelled. 'Are you ok? Why aren't you on your way already?"
"I told her I was sick. When she asked if it was something I ate, I told her it was something I saw. She started to ask what when I cut her off mid-sentence. I told her I saw her and her b*****rs in their threesome and had already contacted Clark Devlin to start divorce papers. She started to deny it and then asked how I could see that when I was in Colorado and she was in Taos. 'I see you aren't denying it." I told her, then went on to tell her how my inspection date had been rained out and how I had driven down to surprise her, only to be shocked myself. When she started screaming about how she was going to take me to the cleaners, I asked of she really wanted people to know why we had split, and I told her I had pictures. I lied of course since I only had the one. She asked how I had pictures and I said I snapped them while they were in the throes of passion. She demanded proof so I sent her the picture I took. She actually had the audacity to bitch at me for invading her privacy."
I went to take a pull on my beer only to discover I had drained it. I reached into the cooler and got another. I turned and saw a look on Gayla's face I couldn't fully make out. I gave her a quizzical look. "I'm sorry to have asked. I know this was hard for you to tell me and I feel like I have made you relive some things you'd rather not." A single tear rolled down her face. I wiped it off with a finger.
"It's fine dear. Everyone has told me it's good to talk. I don't hold the pain against you. But to finish in a short version, as I was packing her junk up to get her out of my home, I found love letters written over the years from all three of her b*****rs. I had no evidence of anything while I was with her, plenty from before. Stuff from as far back as their early teen years. I used the information to wrangle a quick no fault divorce out of her, no alimony, and no compensation at all. Oh, she keeps calling, begging my forgiveness, wanting a second chance; but after all of the times I have been cheated, I just don't have it in my heart anymore. Not for her, and I'm not sure for anyone."
We sat in silence for a while. It was getting late so we went inside for bed. I had laid out blanket for her bunk earlier, so she would be warm. I realized that her being from Florida would not be used to the cold we would get at this altitude. I went to my bunk and closed the curtain between it and the main camper. I changed into sweat pants and a tee shirt and crawled into my bunk.
After all the beers it didn't take long for sl**p to claim me. I wasn't even sl**ping like I usually do at altitude, which is very lightly with frequent waking. Some time around midnight I was shaken awake by Gayla.
"Is there any way to warm it up in here?" she asked. It was quite cold in the trailer.
"Sure, let me adjust the heater." After tinkering with it for a few minutes I realized the thermo coupler had died and I didn't have a spare. I explained the situation to her and we came up with a plan. We'd put all of the blankets on my bunk and snuggled in together to keep her warmer. We got all snuggled in and sl**p once again reclaimed me.
I awoke to early morning sunlight streaming through the windows. I felt arms around me and hot breath against my chest. Gayla had turned around in the night and was hugging me close as if I was going to float away if she didn't hold me down. The fact that she was my daughter didn't make it feel any less nice to be held. I was contemplating the situation when I dozed off again.
I woke up again a short time later to see two blue eyes staring into mine.. "Hi." She said. "Thank you so very much for keeping me warm last night."
"Glad to be of service." It was about then I realized we were in an embrace and I seemed to be sporting wood. There was no way she hadn't noticed. She kissed me on my nose and rolled off the bunk.
"What do we do for breakfast?"
"I'll make us some bacon and eggs if you like, after I get the coffee going and some aspirin in my system."
"I have a headache too, but I didn't booze last night."
"Altitude. Mines part hangover and part altitude."
"I did sl**p well. All warm safe and comfy, you know how to make me feel welcome and safe."
We had breakfast and then we hiked up to the hot spring. We idly chatted along the way, mainly me pointing out the different peaks and their names. She didn't seem too put off by our sl**ping situation this morning, but it seemed as if she took quite a few opportunities to scope my crotch. I had to keep reminding myself that she was my daughter whenever I caught myself looking too long as her delectable ass..
We got to the spring and I stripped down to my swim trunks and climbed in. I went in slowly to let my body parts get used to the heat of the spring. Gayla came over and removed her tee shirt and shorts to reveal her swimwear. I about swallowed my tongue when she stepped into view.
She was wearing a pair of the smallest cutoff jean shorts I had ever seen. Her ass hung out of them and I could almost see her rosebud when she stooped over. On top she wore a white wife-beater shirt that looked to be more torn than cut off, just below her breasts. I was glad I was in the water so that it hid my raging boner. To make matters worse, her wife-beater only became transparent when it got wet, giving me an almost full view of her dark cherry colored nipples and fifty-cent piece sized aureoles.
I tried thinking of things to make my wood go away. Memory pictures of Steph and her basketball guys and Kim with her b*****rs did the trick. After a couple hours we got out and dried off by lying on some large flat rocks in the sun.
Finally dry, we got dressed and walked back to the camp. We had lunch and then I started breaking down the camp and hooking the trailer to my truck. Everything was re-secured and hooked up. We climbed in and headed for home.
We got back to my house in the early evening. She informed me earlier that she had planned on spending the fourth with her grandparents, but would come back on the fifth if that was ok with me. I told her she was welcome to come any time she pleased and gave her a spare key in case I wasn't around.
She took a shower and then packed a few things in her car and got ready to leave. She kissed me good bye and told me she'd call if she was going to be back later than ten o clock. I took the trailer to the RV shop and dumped the septic hold and then parked it back home. When I had everything done and put away I took a shower and went to bed.
I got up the morning of the fourth and checked my office e-mail. There was Jack's report on the truck accident. Witnesses said he was turning tightly with the dump bed raised, a big no no for dump truck operators. An e-mail from Kim asking for another chance, or I assumed it was since I deleted it sight unseen.
Around ten I went to the liquor store and bought another case of beer to go with the twelve-pack I brought back from camping. I filled a cooler with ice and beer, and filled a box with bottle rockets and headed out to my front porch. I actually spent the entire day launching bottle rockets and drinking beer. At night fall I watched all of the neighborhood folks setting off their fireworks for a couple of hours then I went to bed.
A furtive sound awakened me sometime after eleven. It sounded like the house settling at first. Then I thought I heard breathing in my bedroom. I kept a .357 magnum in the nightstand by my bed. I began to reach for it when someone sat on my bed. I turned on the lamp and the light revealed Gayla.
"I hope you're not mad at me, but I didn't feel like staying another minute in Blue Lake. I just had to come to you."
My mind spun and I couldn't get a handle on what she was saying. Was she talking about missing me or talking about something more? The question was answered when she bent down and locked her lips onto mine. I gently pushed her back, "Wh..What are you doing Gayla? I'm pretty sure this is going down a wrong road."
"Who is to say what's wrong? We are both consenting adults, hell you're not even that much older than me. I know you make me feel better than any one ever has. Plus you're hot as hell Angel."
"But you're my daughter. I know I haven't been there for you, or even knew about y..," she silenced me with her mouth again. Her tongue and mine wrestled as we kissed. She pulled back and spoke.
"I wanted you from the moment you opened your door to me the other day. Brad has wanted to fuck me for a long time, but he creeps me out anymore. I felt so good waking up in your arms yesterday morning, feeling your huge cock straining your pants. All I have thought about since then is fucking you."
Seeing as I live alone, and am not yet used to a teen woman running around the house, I slept in the nude that night and was at a definite disadvantage; but not for long. She stood and grasped her tank top at the waist and lifted it up and over her head then let it flutter to the floor. She was wearing a purple lace bra that just held her tender young globes. Next she pulled the flap of her belt and allowed it to slip out of the buckle before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them off of the swell of her hips and they fell to the floor in a puddle. She wore a purple thong that matched her bra.
"I love the way you look at me Angel. It makes me hot."
"I am a red bl**ded male. I definitely can't be the first to look at you like this."
"No, most have more lust in their leers. I see you heart. Your look makes me feel a love no one has ever showed me."
She whisked my covers back and climbed into my bed. She rolled to me and took me in her arms. "I see you came prepared," she said as she ran her hands over my naked body. She grasped my cock and it grew harder than I knew was possible. "Oh you are a big boy Angel. I just have to have this cock in my mouth now."
With that she slid down kissing my body as she went. Her hand grabbed my cock and started stroking. My inner voice was screaming at the wrongness of this all. Not only am I much older than her but I am also her biological father. The word i****t kept echoing through my skull.
My cock on the other hand had already severed all communications with my brain and was throwing himself fully into the act. When she wrapped her supple young lips around the head of my cock any objections I might have had went right out the window. The heat from her mouth traveled from the head of my rod directly to my nuts, then on toward my spine. My toes curled as she pushed her nose completely into my pubic bone. The muscles of her throat massaged my rock hard prong.
I don't know how much experience she had, but damn the girl had skills. I was about to ask her to bring her cunt up to my face so I could eat her when I felt my balls tighten up. "Oh fuck! Not already. Damn it Gayla I'm gonna cum!" At that she sped up her pace as I launched my hot salty load into her eager mouth. Jet after jet shot from my cock, and she didn't miss a drop.
I lay there panting, embarrassed that I didn't last any longer than I had. She kissed her way back up my body, stopping long enough to suck my nipples. "Damn Angel you taste good." She kissed me deeply and for the first time ever I tasted myself.
"I'm sorry I didn't last longer hon."
"Hey! Don't you dare! I take it as a full on compliment that you came so fast. Besides, now you last longer for the later rounds."
"Then it seems I owe you an orgasm sweetheart." With that I flipped her over and removed her bra, releasing the best pair of tits I had ever laid lips on. And lay lips on I did! I took her pert nipples into my mouth one by one. I held them with my teeth as my tongue flickered over them mercilessly. I drew great satisfaction that she came just from my sucking on her tits.
"Oh fuck Angel! You'll kill me if you suck my clit half as well as you suck my tits."
"Well let's find out!"
I kissed my way down her flat belly to the waistband of her thong. I started pulling her thong down and she raised her ass up to allow it to clear. I took her left foot and put her toe into my mouth as she squealed. I kissed her ankle and her calf. When I got to her knee, I switched legs and started over at her right big toe. She cooed and moaned as I worked my way back up to her right knee.
When I kissed the hollow of her knee she stiffened. "Did you just cum?" I asked.
"Oh fuck. Yeah it was a little one but it was intense." At that I tongued the hollow of her left knee, and then worked my way up her thighs. I kissed around to her outer labia just grazing her lips now and again. I got another squeal when I lifted her thighs up and flicked my tongue across her asshole. Her breath caught and she stiffened again. As she twitched and shook I f***ed my tongue into her ass and began fucking it with my tongue.
"Oh god! Uh Uh Uh. Oh fuck Angel! I shit I'm gonna CUMMMM!!!!!"
I had a hell of a time trying to stay with her bucking, thrashing hips. When she settled down a bit I went after her clit. I licked from her ass, up her slit to her sensitive fleshy nub.
She exploded as I sucked her clit into my mouth. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her crotch. I flicked my tongue on her clit and then drove it into her hole. She had the sweetest tasting cunt I have ever tasted. I stuck a finger into her puss and twisted it around. I lost track of how many times she came before she cried "Enough!" and pulled my head out of her crotch.
"Fuck me Angel! Fuck me now and fuck me hard!"
I had her lay on her side and I straddled her thigh. I guided the head of my rock hard cock into her slippery wet tunnel. I pulled her other thigh to my chest and her knee rested on my shoulder as I began to pump into her. With this position I could thrust in a way as to hit her g-spot on many strokes.
"Oh fuck Angel, what ar y...you d...doing to me? Oh my god don't you dare stop!" I picked up my pace a bit more and her speech became incoherent. I bear hugged her thigh and pounded into her. I could hear the squishy sounds as my rod flew into her sopping wet hole. I could feel her juices running down my sac to her thigh and ass.
She suddenly seized up and all of her muscles locked. A high pitched squeal emitted from her as her twat muscles worked to milk my cock. The harder she squealed the harder I pumped. At the peak of her orgasm I felt a rush of liquid gush out of her, soaking us both. I pulled out and turned her over doggy style.
She screeched as I drove my prong into her cunt. "Oh fuck!! Pound me! Fuck me 'til I pass the fuck out! OH FUUCK!!!!!"
I grabbed her hips and smashed into her twat as hard and fast as I could. I reached around and grabbed her tits and worked her nipples. I pounded her for fifteen minutes or so before she came again. Her arms collapsed and she went limp from the hips up. A keening sound came from her as I continued to fuck her for all I was worth.
I felt my pending orgasm building and slowed down a bit. I leaned down resting my torso on her back as I nuzzled her neck and reached down and played with her clit. I strummed as I stroked in and out. Her mewling soon turned to wailing as her orgasm built. I rose up and started pounding again, never letting up on her clit. I felt that familiar pressure in my sac as her orgasm hit her like a runway train. We both came at the same time and collapsed together in a sweaty post orgasmic heap.
When she spoke she was straight to the point. "I love you Angel. I hope you know that you can't make me do without that marvelous cock of yours now. I am addicted."
She began school three weeks after that night. She made the Varsity dance squad, no easy feat for a freshman, and I attended all of the home games just to watch one dancer. I helped her get a job as a receptionist with an engineering firm I worked with quite a bit, and she found a place to live during her school time.
That place, of course was my house. We set the guest bedroom up for appearances sake, but we only used one bed. We still make love hot, heavy and often. That was definitely the best summer I have ever had.