To read the beginning of Callie and Richard’s story, start here: [Teaching my [45M] daughter [20F] how to love her huge ass [MF] [anal] [creampie] [daddy] [cheating] [longer story]](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kawq5v/teaching_my_45m_daughter_20f_how_to_love_her_huge/)
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“Richard, can you forward me that email chain from George? I can’t find it in my inbox. Hey are you even listening to me Richard?”
Richard started, the sound of fingers snapping in front of his face pulling him from his blank stupor.
Before him stood his colleague, a young guy maybe half his age with adult braces. The kid was fresh out of grad school and far too excited about his job, something that Richard found obnoxious.
“Are you alright?” The horn-nosed kid asked, curious concern wrinkling his brow. “You seem a little out of it.”
Richard blinked.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” the older man said, pasting his best fake-friendly co-worker smile across his face.
The truth of the matter was that he had been daydreaming…again, completely unable to focus on the growing pile of papers on his desk.
His mind was far away replaying the afternoon he had spent together with his daughter Callie two weeks ago.
What started as a normal father-to-daughter pep talk about body confidence quickly turned into a depraved sexual fantasy come true.
Callie had always hated her body for all of the unwanted attention it brought her. Still, he couldn’t believe she got on her knees and begged him to fuck her ass.
For some messed up reason she wanted him to show her that her body could be desired. And being the fucked-up parent that he is, Richard gave into his attraction to her and obliged.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop thinking about the tight warmth of her body clenching around him. The way she spread her legs for him, the twinkle of desire in her eyes as she watched her father stretch her open.
Richard’s heart beat faster thinking about the softness of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the smell of her sweat-slicked hair pressed against his nose…
*Stop it, you sick fuck,* he chastised himself.
But his determination was no use. The memory of it all was addicting. Since that afternoon he had spent more time than he was willing to admit losing himself in the thought of having her again.
“What did you need?” Richard asked his co-worker, adding a respectable amount of annoyance to his tone.
“The emails from George. He’s really on my back about the Mercer account.”
“Sure, you got it. Sending it to you now.”
With a sigh, the kid thanked Richard and scurried out of his office, leaving Richard alone with his thoughts. Despite his co-worker’s intrusive attitude, he couldn’t help but accept that he was distracted even if he didn’t want to admit it.
Callie was all he could think about, and his desperate yearn for his daughter was starting to take over his life.
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Richard always thought he was a normal guy. Grew up in a small town, college educated, married early, but not too early. Good looking. Plushy office job. Beer on the weekend. Reality TV on weekdays. Never the life of the party, but always someone people enjoyed being around.
Average in every way, and he liked that about himself.
But that was until he had Callie.
He had met Mercedes, Callie’s mother, at a mini-golf party for a mutual friend. Her dark, textured coils and toothy grin caught his eye in the sea of acquaintances he barely knew.
She hated mini golf, and he did too. Soon they were laughing over their mutual love for Seinfeld and Pez candy, circling each other until one of them built up the courage to ask the other to come home.
What started out as a one-night stand quickly turned into a wild fling. Mercedes was fun where Richard was cautious, confident where he was questioning. She was intelligent and dominating. Everywhere they went she took up the whole room—a ball of raw sexual energy from head to toe, with the quick-witted tongue to match.
They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other all summer, until one day Mercedes told Richard about the test, and yes, she was sure she wanted to keep it.
So, he married her. It was the right thing to do. After all, he was a respectable guy.
And when Callie was born, Richard’s completely average life changed irreversibly.
He was no longer the guy from the suburbs, with the boring office job, and smoking hot wife that was out of his league. He was a father. A protector. Truly, a man for the first time in his life.
It didn’t take long for Callie to become a daddy’s girl. The two were inseparable. What little bit of his life that was grey and stale, was now filled with the excitement of learning how to be the best version of himself for her.
Watching his daughter grow before him brought him a type of joy he never knew possible. She was his perfect little angel, until one day, he opened his eyes.
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It was a Friday morning in early spring. After a long, harsh winter, the sun had finally come out to spread some rays of warmth. The perfect weather for the first camping trip of the season.
“Wanna hike up to Ocatowa tomorrow? We can rent a boat,” Richard asked Callie as they sat and ate dinner.
“Don’t you think it’s a little cold for Ocatowa?” Mercedes said dryly, slicing into her food with a steak knife.
They were in another one of their ruts, which was clear from the way she didn’t bother to look at him.
He scoffed, letting a sly smile pull on his lips. “It’s supposed to be in the high 70s this weekend. On the mountain it’ll be at least 60. That’s not too cold, right Cal?”
Richard winked at his daughter and took another sip from his drink.
The truth was, on the mountain, 60 could mean cold and rainy, or warm and splendid, depending on the wind-chill. But he needed a reason to escape the bitter edge that had overcome their household, and what better way to do that than to spend the weekend with his favorite girl.
Callie looked between her parents, then chirped, “Ocatowa sounds like fun. Mom, I’ll bring my extra jacket in case it’s cold.”
Cal, always the mediator between the two of them. Even at 17 she was mature beyond her years.
“Don’t you have plans this weekend, hun? Honestly, you don’t need to go just to spare your father’s feelings.”
“She’s not sparing my feelings Mercedes,” Richard cut in, annoyed.
“I mean honestly, Richard, you drag her around with you everywhere like a puppy. Let the girl have a life of her own.”
“How did this conversation turn into a psychoanalysis of the way I treat my daughter?”
“Okay guys!” Callie raised her voice, forcing her parents to stop. “*She’s* right here and can speak for herself. I want to go to Ocatowa, and no, I’m not just saying that for dad. Besides, it’s not like anyone at school wants to hang out with me anyway,” Callie mumbled, looking down at her food.
“What about Brenna?” Mercedes pushed, ignoring everything her daughter just said.
“She’s on vacation with her parents for the long weekend.”
“Oh,” Mercedes said dumbly, an awkward silence falling over the table. Ever since Callie hit puberty, she had struggled with being bullied at school. Her lack of friends was always a sore topic around the dinner table.
“Now if we’re done talking about my sad life…” Callie said, using her typical exasperated-teenager voice.
“Then it’s settled. Ocatowa it is! We’re gonna have a great time. Who needs friends when you’ve got your dad?” Richard winked at Callie again.
Callie snorted and rolled her eyes. Without a word, Mercedes stood and began clearing their plates.
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The drive up to Ocatowa was short and free of traffic, despite the holiday. Richard took that as a sign of good mojo. He was determined to have fun with Callie, enjoying 2 days of Mercedes-free, work-free bliss. It had been far too long since they spent significant time together, even though Mercedes seemed to think otherwise.
Despite Callie’s obvious lack of friends, she was a teenager nonetheless. Between classes, college applications, extracurriculars, and the occasional outing with Brenna, his little girl had drifted away into the churn of adolescent autonomy.
Richard was excited to have her full attention for once. It would only be a matter of time before she went off to college, and he still wasn’t sure if she’d remain in-state for school.
When they reached the camping grounds it was still early, before noon. The duo quickly unpacked their hiking gear and headed up the trail.
“You brought your swim suit? I think the water will be nice enough for a swim.”
“Way ahead of you,” Callie said with a wink, ever like her father. She pulled the shoulder of her top down, revealing her smooth, honey-kissed skin, and tugged the strap of her bikini top with a loud snap.
Richard cleared his throat, feeling suddenly uncomfortable with Callie’s casual show of skin.
She was never one to wear anything revealing, at least not at home. When he thought about it, he couldn’t remember seeing her in anything other than baggy pants and long sleeves since she was at least 12 years old.
“Then let’s hit it!” he smiled, trying to brush the peak of Callie’s swimsuit from his mind.
Hours later the two reached the crest of the mountain. To the east, the Ocatowa lake spread out between plush green hills. At the edge of the water a dock jutted out leading to a tiny hut and a growing cluster of families venturing into the water.
“Looks like we got here just in time. There’s still a few left,” Richard said, pointing to the row of boats lined up behind the hut.
In only a few minutes father and daughter set off in their small craft, comfortable enough for a family of four. Together, they cruised along the lake, making sure to keep a reasonable distance away from the other boats that zipped around the bank. When the sun was high, peeking through the clouds, Richard idled, cracked open a beer and cranked the radio to the only station that would pick up at that elevation.
“Wanna go for a swim?” he asked Callie. She had spent most of her morning relaxing by his side with her nose shoved in a book.
“Shhh, I just got to a good part,” she shooed him and turned the page.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be a stinker,” Richard teased. “What are you reading anyway?”
“You wouldn’t know it.”
“Try me.”
“You’re really not going to let me focus, are you?”
Richard flashed a grin and gulped down his beer. “Not a chance. Take a dip. I’ll keep my eye on you, kiddo.”
“So, you can get drunk, fall in the water and drown?” Callie retorted, but slipped her bookmark between the pages and snapped the book shut.
“I’m not getting drunk. Hey, who’s the parent here?”
Callie rolled her eyes and started to undress. She wasn’t wrong. He did intend on getting drunk, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. Pretending to be sober when you’re clearly not is just one of those white lies’ parents tell their kids, he thought.
A familiar buzz vibrated against his leg. He checked his phone. Mercedes. How the fuck am I getting service up here? he thought.
*“How’s Callie? Did she put on sunscreen? Don’t drink while you’re on the boat with her,”* the message read. Richard rolled his eyes. Too late for that.
“Cal, did you sunscreen up?”
Absentmindedly, he looked over his shoulder and almost dropped his phone.
Behind him, Callie was tangled in her athletic top, the arms snagged in her wild head of curly hair. But it wasn’t the bird’s nest of fabric and limbs that caught his eyes.
It was the tight, taffy blue bikini top draped across her breasts that sent a rush of heat to his face. Thin straps held the engorged mounds up, tying together at her neck, then plunging between her cleavage. The piece continued along her hips and wrapped around her athletic stomach until dipping beneath her jean shorts.
He realized, stupidly, that it was the most scantily designed one piece he’d ever seen in his life.
Callie continued to struggle with her shirt, and he watched her breasts bounce as she fought her hair, her nipples starting to poke through the thin fabric.
“Uh, a little help? Dad!” Callie yelled, annoyed. Her shrill voice snapped him out of his trance, and he leapt off his chair to pull the shirt over her massive head of hair.
*What the fuck was that?* Richard thought. Waves of embarrassment washed over his body. He couldn’t believe he was looking at his own daughter like some horny pig. Get your shit together.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, once he freed her from the top. Callie’s soft, angular face was already getting red, and tufts of her hair stuck to her forehead.
“Might be time for a trim, Mufasa. Can’t have you getting bested by your own hair.”
“Ha ha, very funny,” his daughter scoffed, then thanked him. He knew she would never cut her hair. She always wore it down, letting her thick curls cover her shoulders and chest. He was starting to realize why…
With a huff, Callie looked around, checking to see if anyone was in spitting range. When she was satisfied no one could see her, the turned, unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied out of them.
Against his better judgement, Richard watched as the thick fabric strained around her hips, threatening to burst as is it slid across her butt, revealing two perfectly round, massive mounds. The teal blue bathing suit nearly disappeared between her cheeks, making it impossible to look away from her bare ass.
A heady rush sent fire into Richard’s stomach and he bit his lips, before tearing his eyes away from his daughter’s body.
Richard cleared his throat, overly aware of the fact that he was starting to sound like a phlegm afflicted chain-smoker.
“Alright, I’m going in.”
“Did you sunscreen up?” Richard asked, skulking back to his seat at the wheel. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes.
“Uh huh.”
“Enough?”
“I’ll add more after I swim. Watch me, okay?” She asked, forcing him to look at her. Callie was a great swimmer (Richard taught her himself), but she was still terrified of drowning on the open water.
“I’m watching, kiddo.”
With that, she jumped off the boat and plunged into the water.
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[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l69ho1/a_day_on_the_lake_mf_fatherdaughter_swimsuit/)
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