Authors note: This is the third episode in the "Let's Fuck Our Daddies Club" series. If you enjoy this one the other chapters are available by clicking my username. Whilst they all work as stand-alone stories I think its more fun if you read them in sequence. Please rate the stories and comment. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!
Chapter 3 -- Sad Daddy -- Crissy's Story
After we'd satisfied each other multiple times we were sitting around again, this time naked and on towels so that our wet pussies didn't make a mess on the furniture. How considerate is that?
"So," I said to Crissy. "Your turn to tell all. Did you manage to get your dad to fuck you? What was it like? Does he have a big cock?" We all giggled at that.
"Yes, amazing and yes; oh God yes!" she answered.
"I can't wait," said Flic. "Get on with it!"
With a big smile Crissy began to tell us how she seduced her daddy:
When I got home after we all decided to fuck our fathers I knew something was wrong. My Dad met me at the door, gave me a brief hug and grabbed my bags. He was smiling and cheerful but the smile didn't reach his eyes. I sensed that something major had happened and he was covering it up.
I didn't push him as he made us coffee and once seated on the patio I noticed how sad he looked. It suddenly struck me that my mother wasn't there. Perhaps she'd gone shopping or was out with friends. But suddenly the alarm bells rang in my head.
"Dad," I said. "Where is Mum?"
A look of pain crossed his face. "She's... she's... not here. Not anymore, I mean. She's gone." His voice cracked and tears began to roll down his cheeks.
"What? Gone? Gone where?"
"I don't know. Just gone. Gone off with someone else," he whispered.
"Oh Dad!" I exclaimed.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I wanted to be happy for you, but I just.. it just.. hurts so much. After all these year's and all this," he said, indicating the big house and garden they'd put so much effort into creating. "She just went off with someone she met online. Just like that. Gone... forever."
"I thought she loved me," he continued. "But she said such horrible things before she left I don't think she ever really did love me. I'm lost Crissy. I don't know what to think, what to feel!"
"Oh daddy!" I said moving over to the couch and sitting next to him. "That's terrible. I'm so sorry for you. But I'm here now and I'll talk as much or as little as you need. You can tell me everything, anything. I'm here for you whenever you need someone."
Through his tears and sobs he smiled. This man - who'd always been so strong for me when I was little - looked so grateful that it brought tears to my eyes. I snuggled into his shoulder putting my arms around him. He slipped his arms round my back pulling me closer. We hugged like we hadn't hugged since I was a child.
After a while the initial shock of the bad news had worn off a little. The deep hurt was still there on my father's face but he looked a little less stressed.
Later, we busied ourselves with mundane tasks; cooking, eating a rather desultory meal and making what seemed to be entirely irrelevant small talk. But I was there for him and happy to do whatever he needed.
We went on like this for some days. Over time he gradually relaxed and I thought he'd begun to accept what had happened. But there were times when the far-away look on his face turned to pain and I knew he was suffering.
I tried to talk to him.
"Tell me daddy," I said one evening as we were sitting in the lounge side by side on the sofa.
"I don't.. I can't.. it's difficult, embarrassing. Things I can't tell my daughter."
"You can tell me anything Dad. I'm an adult now. I love you and I'm here for you. Just say it. If it helps you I'll be happy for you."
"You're so sweet to care so much. But there are things a father shouldn't discuss with his daughter."
"Nonsense Dad. I'm a big girl now. There's nothing you can't talk to me about. After all, if the situation was reversed, you'd want to help me wouldn't you?"
"I... yes... I.. suppose so."
"So look," I said. "Just say it. If it's easier I'll put my head on your shoulder so you won't have to look at me. I'll give you a big hug and just listen. Whatever it is I won't judge. But please let me help!"
He nodded, put his arm round me so I cuddled up to him once more.
I admit I was shocked by what he told me but I kept quiet and listened as promised. I hugged him tighter when it got really hurtful letting him know I was there.
It turns out that my darling, posh, rich mother was a bitch in sheep's clothing. She'd started shagging around soon after their marriage and openly taunted him with it. He'd put up with this for the sake of me, their only child for years. She'd only stayed for his money and I suspect that she'd enjoyed belittling him.
The worst part though was how she'd treated him at the end. She'd started making vicious comments about his middle-aged body, his sexual performance, how unsatisfied she was with his tiny cock. And eventually he admitted that he'd lost all confidence in himself and in fact could no longer manage to get an erection even when she did want to have sex.
His story changed my mind about once thing at least. I hadn't thought about the "Let's Fuck Our Daddies Club" since I'd got home, but now I saw a way to help my father and consequently join the club. I wondered if I'd be heaping problem on problem if I tried to seduce him? Thinking about it I decided that if someone he loved and trusted could get him to have an erection again it might help him regain his confidence and self-respect.
For a day or two I considered if this was the right course of action. I decided to test the water one evening and set things up accordingly.
During our meal I made sure his wine glass was always topped up. He didn't usually drink much but this evening I made sure he had enough to loosen up. After dinner I suggested we had a whisky in the lounge. As I poured our drinks my heart was beating faster at the thought of what I was about to do. I was going out on a limb and risking our relationship, but the benefits if I was right would help get my father back on his emotional feet.
"Dad," I said. "You know those things she said about your body?"
