It was nearing the end of my final year of high school and a few major events were coming up. I was turning 18, graduating and preparing for the school formal (Aussie version of “prom”). The school year that passed had been a crazy one, not just because of studying and finals, but also because a lot of the guys at school had been showing a great interest in me.
I’m sure it was no more than a girl normally has to deal with, but ever since things had started with Dad it felt like a constant deluge. For the most part, it was easy to decline and deflect. After a few though, certain rumours began to spread.
I won’t go in too much detail, it was the usual stuff you’d expect and I was able to laugh them all off. Among them though was a hilarious story about me and my Dad. Whenever someone was daring enough to question me about it, I would add real details into the mix, “Oh yeah,” I would say. “I sneak into my Dad’s bed and give him blowjobs while he sleeps.” Punctuating with an eye roll and a walk off.
Admittedly, it was difficult turning some guys away. One in particular I’d had my eye on since the beginning of high school. When I told Dad that my crush asked me to the formal he paused.
“Do you want to say yes?” There was a tentative tone to his voice.
“Hell no!” I replied. “You’re my date.”
This was the first he’d heard of it, hell the first I’d thought of it. But considering the rumours going about I thought it would be funny to have everyone second-guessing.
“Good.” He said with no small hint of relief. “I didn’t want to have to pull the ‘Dad’ card and forbid you any dates. Besides which, it’d be awkward standing over him as he slow dances with you,” He leaned his head in with a scrutinous eye. “Making sure his hands stay where they need to be.”
I laughed.
“Oh you don’t think I would?”
My head shook in response. “No I DO think you would, and I’m tempted to follow through just to see it happen.”
He threw me a glare and I shot a grin right back. “You’re lucky you’re cute, kid.”
—–
The morning of my very last day of school came and I was awoken in the most wonderful of ways. As I slowly stirred from sleep I gradually became aware of a hot wetness fondling my nethers. At first I thought I was waking from a dream and I tried desperately to claw my way back into it.
Only when I realised that the 'dream’ wasn’t fading did I open my eyes and look down. Dad’s face was buried between my legs and I felt his tongue working in and out of me.
“Oh god…” I groaned, just taking in the sight.
He raised his head and fingers replaced his tongue. “Good morning, Baby Girl.” Saliva and juices slicked his mouth and my nipples instantly hardened. “Hope you don’t mind the early rise. Thought I’d get one last taste of high schooler before the window closed.”
If I’d been thinking straight I would have responded with something witty, but all I could think of was how hot it was to wake up like this. “Uh huh…” I threw my head back onto the pillow as my hands groped my aching breasts.
Dad’s tongue returned to its previous spot as his fingers slowly massaged my sensitive clit. My eyes rolled back and I caught sight of the time. 5am. 'Bastard.’ Is what I would have normally said to him if he woke me up at such a ridiculous time. Unsurprisingly, I let this time slide.
I heard him laugh as he raised his head. Before I could protest, his fingers dipped into me, gliding in and out. When I gave him a questioning look, he responded. “You remember that first time you woke me up?”
“Yeah, like I could forget.” I bit my bottom lip, grinding myself into his knuckles as he moved.
“It took every ounce of willpower I had to stop you.” He looked down, watching his fingers working into me. “God, the feeling of that mouth of yours stuck with me all day.” He leaned down to taste me again, as if to punctuate what he was saying. “Remember how I went to my room after that chat?” I nodded. “Well after a few moments of processing our conversation, I jerked off to the memory of that blowjob.”
He wore a very amused smile watching my reaction to that revelation. “Yeah, thinking back on it now…” He dipped his head to lash his tongue against me again and I moaned, caught off guard. “If you walked in, I would have let you finish me off. I came so hard.” He waited until our eyes met. “You’re all I thought about all those months after. All those times you’d walk around naked or leave your door open… I just wanted to grab you and take you for my own.” He shook his head with a smile. “I was so desperate to have more of you, Baby Girl. I’m so sorry that I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.”
Dad knelt above me on the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling me closer. I was immediately brought back to our first time and how much I ached for him then. The desire was just as strong now. He plunged into me and we both groaned with the sensation.
“Don’t worry about that now, Dad. I’m yours now. Every.” My hips came up to meet his. “Single.” And once again. “Part of me.”
We both shared a silent glance before grinning like a couple of first graders.
—–
Graduation day came about and it all moved like clockwork. After the ceremony I hung out with my friends whilst Dad mingled with the other parents. the conversation turned to the formal that coming night and who was going with whom. Everyone knew that I still didn’t have a date (other than Dad) and was the only one in the group without one.
“Matt’s still looking.” One of my friend’s teased, gesturing towards the crush who had previously asked me to the formal. As a group we all looked out of instinct, and sure enough he spotted the gawking and proceeded to make his way over to us. I pinched her in the arm for her efforts and greeted him with a wide smile.
“Hey, uh…” I knew what was coming. I’d already turned him down once, I couldn’t believe he was going to put himself through the rejection again - and this time with my friends as spectators. “Do you have a date to the formal yet?” He kept eyeing my friends nervously like a cautious puppy. I just wanted to curl him into my lap and tell him there was nothing to be afraid of; and then possibly have my way with his fine ass.
I visibly winced. “No, but… it’s complicated. See, my Dad–”
“Alright then!” He interrupted enthusiastically and walked off with purpose - towards Dad! I was in a state of panic. What was he going to do? Confront him? Attack him for presumably being too strict with me?
“Fuck.” Was all I could say.
We all watched. I, in horror and the others with great amusement.
It started with a handshake. They were far enough into the din that we couldn’t hear what was being said. Dad glanced my way, all I could do was give a dumbfounded shrug. More words were spoken and then Dad had him by the collar.
I dashed over as Dad pulled his face close to Matt’s. I could only imagine the harsh words being said at that moment. When I had finally reached them, they were failing to suppress their amused grins.
Dad was sniggering, “I’m sorry, Baby. I couldn’t help myself.”
Matt at least had the decency to look remorseful. “He said I could take you tonight if I played along.”
This stunned me. Dad was actually going to allow it. I didn’t know whether to feel thankful or hurt that he’d so easily give me up like that. I gave him a quizzical look, but he showed no sign that he would explain himself.
Realising that I needed to play along I glared at him and gave him the hardest punch in the arm that I could muster. I looked at Matt, he was doing his best to not chuckle but I punched him in the arm too. “If either of you do that to me again, I’ll do a lot worse next time.”
I took satisfaction as they both rubbed their arms. Still, I was worried. I had no idea how any of this would pan out. Would the date just be tonight? Would it be long term? Was I losing Dad? Did I do anything to upset him? Way too many thoughts and feelings were bouncing around in my head, all the while I had to put up the current facade.
“So…” Matt began. “I’ll pick you up at 5:30?”
“No.” We both looked at Dad as he spoke up. “I’m still taking my girl to the formal. You can meet her there.” The tone in his voice told Matt that this was non-negotiable. “And you’d better not give her flowers - she hates them. Get my daughter something better.”
“Right. Yes sir, thank you.” Matt looked at me with a smile. Damn, that bastard was handsome. “I’ll see you there.” And with that he was off.
I looked at Dad, hoping for an explanation but he just deflected. “Go back to your friends, we’ll talk about this later.”
The statement didn’t relieve the bundle of knots now forming in my stomach. For the next couple of hours, I was miserable.
—–
We’d had an argument in the car on the way back home. It was our first real explosive argument since things began between us. Our relationship had otherwise been very easy going. He kept saying that he wanted what was best for me. I thought that perhaps I’d have a say in the matter, but it was a fruitless argument.
He explained that he’d heard the rumours about us two that day and that he didn’t want to exacerbate them. It was a bit late now though, considering that high school was practically over for me.
“Just do this one thing for me, okay?” He strained. “Be that girl I once imagined I’d have. Be a reckless teenager who goes off and gets into trouble and does things with boys that she might regret. Just for one night at least. Please. You might actually find that you enjoy it.”
At the time, all I felt was angry and hurt. “Fine! I’ll go out and fuck Matt and I’ll regret it and you’ll regret it and there’ll be this thing… this big lump in our lives. And you’ll be the one who put it there!”
The rest of the drive home was quiet except for the radio.
—–
We both got ready for the night ahead and despite the constant distraction of countless texts back and forth from my friends, there was only one thing on my mind.
The company of my head was too much for me to bear, and so I stormed into Dad’s room.
“You know, just this morning you apologised for not giving me what I wanted. Was that bullshit? You fuck me like a woman but still treat me like your little girl. As hot as that can sometimes be it’s too much of a contradiction in other areas. We need to… define whatever the hell this is because it’s too open for interpretation as it stands.”
Before he could reply I continued on. “Is it so hard to believe that I know exactly what’s best for me? I said at the very beginning, I know what I want and I’m not ashamed of it. Can you say the same? Are you ashamed of being with me? Of wanting me? What the fuck is going on here?”
He sighed heavily and sat on his bed. His eyes roamed the carpet, I suppose looking for the right words. “You’re right.” He began, his eyes finally rising and locking with mine. “I do still treat you like my little girl. Old habits die hard I guess. I know that it’s been a while now - us two. But I think I’m still having a hard time making the same transition as you.”
His eyes never wavered from mine.
“I’m not ashamed of you. Me on the other hand… As much as it might hurt to hear me say this… the things we do… after all is said and done… end up making me feel so fucked up. ‘What the hell am I doing? This is my little girl who I raised, I changed her nappies, fed her, rocked her to sleep when she had spent hours screaming because her teeth were coming through..’ I just can’t believe sometimes that a good parent would let any of this happen. I’ve been trying so hard to fight these thoughts. It’s tough, but I’ve been managing it. It’s been getting easier as you’ve grown into the fine woman who stands here now. But they linger still. I don’t know if they’ll ever go away, but they’re there and they just might always be there.”
His eyes lowered to the floor again as he searched for more words. I was gutted - not because the things he said hurt, but because I knew they were true and that I was making him feel that way. I moved to sit beside him, waiting for whatever else he needed to say. I knew that he wouldn’t say it (or maybe he never even thought it) but that fucked up feeling he had was my fault. I was the one who started all of this, I couldn’t deny the truth of the matter.
He took my hand. “I’m not saying that I want to stop this. I’m prepared to do my best to be everything you want me to be and everything I want to be for you. But… I don’t want to be the only man you’ll ever be with.” He stopped me before I could interrupt. ”Blowjobs don’t count, shut up.” We both smiled at that before reverting to serious tones. “I don’t want you to get to my age and regret not trying to just be this young, beautiful creature with broad horizons and so, so many options. I want you to at least consider that there might be more for you. I’m not telling you to fuck Matt, but neither am I asking you to not… to?” Again we smiled as he fumbled with the double negative.
After a long pause Dad stood. “Just think about what I’ve said. I don’t expect you to say anything just yet, so let’s just get ready and enjoy whatever the rest of the night holds for us.” Again, he stopped me before I could say anything in response and then ushered me out of the room.
For the second time that day my head swam through a sea of thoughts. I was no longer angry, but more in a state of confusion. I didn’t know what to feel, what to think and even what to do. All I could do was digest and hope that I could figure where this was all going.
—–
After a length of time getting ready, Dad and I finally met up in the lounge room. Despite everything that had happened earlier, when I saw him all I wanted to do was jump his bones. He was dressed up to the nines in a tux I didn’t even know he had. He was clean-shaven, had product in his hair, and was adorned with gold cufflinks and a matching gold watch.
“Oh fuck me now, Daddy.” I blurted out in somewhat of a daze.
“Only if you’re a good girl.” A wry smile played upon his lips and he seemed somewhat relieved to find me in a better mood than earlier. I guess he could tell that I was about to get serious again because he interrupted any chance of it happening. “Let’s just put all of that aside for now and enjoy tonight, okay?”
I nodded and with a smile I gave a little twirl for him. “What do you think?” It was a bit of effort to set aside the mess that was my mind, but it was a comfort to be acting as we usually did.
Dad circled me like a shark. His eyes roamed over my curves and lingered on the plunging neckline of my dress. “Most definitely fuckable.” He gave me a hard look. “There was a time I would never have let you leave the house dressed like that. And in a sense I still wouldn’t. Of course now it would be for more… nefarious reasons.” An arm wrapped around my waist and he pressed against me.
I inwardly cursed him for being so hot and also myself for finding him so damnably attractive. I remember picturing a very specific image of me hiking my dress up and letting him do whatever he wanted to me. The only things stopping me from enacting the fantasy were time constraints and the obvious elephant in the room.
We set off for my school for the last time. Upon arrival we parked up and moved towards the front of the hall where, among several other fidgeting guys and girls Matt stood with his group of friends. And the bastard was wearing almost the exact get-up Dad was. Of course his cufflinks weren’t gold, nor did he wear any watch - but I could swear that both tuxedos were from the same maker.
Making this comparison, I suddenly realised why Matt stood out so much for me. He bore a great many similarities to Dad. I didn’t know if Dad saw this at the time and I suppose I was too embarrassed to point it out but the resemblance was quite striking. (As a side note, I think it’s been long enough now to ask Dad if he saw this back then. I’ll let you know in a future post.)
When Matt spotted our approach he peeled away from the group, proffering what looked like a carton of eggs. He greeted us, but we responded with questioning looks towards the carton.
“Ok, this was probably a dumb idea but I’ve noticed that you liked Kinder Surprises.” He opened the carton to reveal the carton was full of the chocolatey treats. “So I got you a dozen.. you know… instead of a dozen roses or whatever.”
Dad snorted a laugh as I cooed over the thoughtful gesture. “Yeah, you’re alright kid. Now follow me. We have to lay some ground rules for tonight.” They both moved off for a private chat. To this day I have no idea what Dad or Matt said, though I’ve always had the sneaking suspicion that it was just Dad trying to get under my skin. If that’s the case then it was a very effective (also see: DICKISH) tactic. Neither of them were ever forthcoming about that conversation, I’ve learned to deal with the disappointment and frustration of not knowing.
My friends had arrived by the time they got back. Dad just gave me a wink and pulled everyone in for a few snap shots. Most of the night unfolded in a whir of merriment and nostalgia. Matt and I got to know each other and I seemed to get along well with his friends. It was a good way to see out the end of our compulsory education - new beginnings at the very end.
I barely saw Dad, save for a few stolen glances. He had taken over a supervisory/chaperone role for one of the previous volunteering parents who had to take their daughter home after she fainted. We were all on the dance floor and a song had just finished when I realised how much I actually missed him.
The first mellow song of the night began playing and Matt bowed away. Initially I thought this odd behaviour until I saw Dad, looking ever dashing, stepping into view. I grinned uncontrollably at the sight of him. He took my hand and waist and we began to move with the music.
“I called dibs on the first slow dance.” He seemed to beam with pride.
“People are gonna talk.” I whispered in mock conspiratorial tones.
“Let them talk and think whatever they want to believe.” He gave me a twirl. He was quite the lead dancer, another part of him I hadn’t known until now. “The way things are going with us, this might be my only first dance with you.”
I was confused by the statement at first, but then it struck me. “Dad…” My vision blurred as tears obscured them. It never occurred to me that if what we had was long term then technically we - or more importantly to Dad, I would actually never get married.
“Hey hey, come on none of that. Look I’m sorry, that wasn’t meant to be a guilt trip. I’m just saying that I want to enjoy this with you while the opportunity presents itself. As far as I’m concerned this ticks that box, I’m content - promise.” He gave me a reassuring smile and everything was alright with the world. His gaze briefly plunged down to my cleavage before moving skyward with feigned innocence. “Even though I know what’s behind there, I really want to pull that off and see for myself.” I laughed. I knew it was just an attempt to cheer me up but we both knew that it worked.
“How about you take me to your car and I can show you this and more.” I waggled my eyebrows in a comically suggestive fashion.
Dad pumped a fist into the air. “Score! Getting laid on prom night!”
As the song came to a close Dad gave me a bow and kissed me on the cheek. He gestured Matt over. “Alright, young man. You can reclaim your date. But if I see your hands venture any lower that my daughter’s waist I’m strapping you to my roof rack and going for an off-road joyride.”
Dad winked at me and left. Matt laughed, thinking it a joke. When I didn’t laugh he paused. “He’s joking right?” I made every effort to appear hesitant. “Oh. Well, ok. It’s not like we’re dating. I mean I know we’re on a date but we’re not, like a couple so you don’t have to worry about me touching you. I’ll be the perfect gentleman.” He offered his hands for a dance.
I took them and stepped close. At this point I knew that all I had to do was say the word and we’d probably be finding a quiet room in the school to make out in… or more. I knew that I was on the precipice of a huge decision. I knew that I could fuck the one person I’d had a crush on ever since the beginning of high school. “How about we change that then? Will you go out with me, Matt?”
He stared at me for a short while. Damn, even his eyes were the same colour as Dad’s. “Yeah, that’d be awesome.” We danced for a little while longer until we needed to get some fresh air. We found Dad and let him know we would be going for a walk.
“Do everything that I would do.” He said in response. We both laughed, though inwardly I wondered if it was Dad’s way of egging me on. Again he gave me a wink as we left. Way too many winks from him that night, I thought.
We left the school grounds and after a few minutes of awkward fumbling held hands for the first time. I suppose we kind of knew what was coming so conversation was limited to inane small talk. I was still on the fence at this time. Even though Dad hadn’t specifically said I should do anything, there was this nagging feeling that he was asking - maybe even begging me to.
Our stroll lead us to a park. I looked around, checking the coast was clear and then pulled him with me towards a tree sitting a ways off the path. We slinked behind it and as we did he pushed me against the trunk. “God, I’ve wanted you ever since high school started.”
He was about to lean in to kiss me when I punched him in the arm - the very same arm I punched earlier that day. “That’s for waiting 6 years to do anything about it.” I wasn’t going to mention that I’d had a crush on him for the same length of time.
He whimpered, rubbing his arm. “Is this going to be a thing now?”
“You gonna kiss me or what?” I replied with a grin. We kissed as his hands roamed clumsily over my body. I shrugged the straps of my dress off and watched his face as I was exposed to the night air. He gave a groan and I stifled a laugh because he made it look as though the mere sight of them caused him to orgasm on the spot.
I told him to kiss them for me and he did so with gusto. A moan escaped my mouth and I leaned back against the tree. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Here was my crush, doing the things to me that I’d only ever thought were just fantasies. It was a new thrill, compounded by the fact that we were in a public place.
And through all of it, I had Dad on my mind.
My eyes closed and I envisioned him pushing me against the tree, imagined it was Dad’s mouth working over my breasts. I opened them again to watch Matt at work. They may have looked the same, but he had a different kind of eagerness to his actions. It was youthful and hurried but by no means was it bad. It was different, a nice change of pace.
I pushed off from the tree and spun him around to take my place. We kissed some more and I pushed my crotch into his. I could feel his full hardness pressed against me. I heard his zipper go and we both stopped and smiled at each other. Standing in the shadow of the tree he looked so much like a younger version of Dad and I ached for him. It’s how I justified what I was doing. Whether right or wrong, I needed more reason for all of it.
I watched his eyes as I reached down to grab him. Fuck, he was hard - almost impossibly so. Stepping back, I let some light shine down onto him. Physically, I couldn’t tell the difference between his cock and Dad’s. It was almost as if the universe was making this whole process as easy for me as possible. It was my turn to groan at the spectacle.
Matt’s hands held my hips and I could feel him urging me down. Though despite my hunger for a taste I just fought back and grinned at him. “Was there something you wanted?” I was rehashing the teasing games I’d so often played with Dad.
He kissed me with a wry smile, he fell into the part quite easily. “Yes, your mouth.”
I responded with another kiss. “But you do have it, see? Right up against yours.” I slowly began to stroke along his shaft. He even felt like Dad.
“Down there.” He mumbled, with an almost embarrassed tone.
“Hm?” I wanted to hear him say the words.
I could see the torment etched on his face before he finally realised. “Suck my cock.”
My smile widened and I knelt down. In my head I could hear the words echoed by Dad and I silently mouthed the words, “Yes, Daddy.” on my descent. Without any further preamble I opened wide and took him in with one swift movement.
“Holy shit!” He exclaimed. I imagined that seeing most of his length disappear was quite the sight. I held him there for a time, my fingers gently fondling his balls. I moaned onto him, he felt so good. I receded so that my mouth lay just behind the head. My tongue worked at him and I looked up to watch his expressions.
Like Dad, he watched on with ecstasy painting his features. I smiled around him as his hands took my head and began pulling me into a rhythm. I let him have his control and happily sighed at the situation. A teenage version of my Dad was face fucking me, I was in rapture. I didn’t even have to close my eyes anymore. I just had to let the shadows do all the work into tricking my eyes into the fantasy.
I felt him slow down and saw his face tense up. I could tell he was holding back, but I wasn’t having any of it. So I took his hips and held tight as I moved my head back and forth in deep, sharp motions.
“Wait… fuck…. ” Any further protests were cut off by his ecstatic moan as his seed burst into my mouth. His hips jerked with every jet. I slowed my motions down, but didn’t stop. He moaned even more as another wave hit him. I couldn’t believe how long his orgasm was.
Matt went slack against the tree as I let my mouth and tongue run up and down the sides of his shaft. He was still hard, but I could tell he was spent by the flinching he made whenever I got to his head.
I smiled up at him, letting his cock lay on my cheek. I mulled on his taste, it was a slight contrast to Dad’s. “We’re not having sex tonight.” I proclaimed. “Isn’t that a fourth date thing?”
Matt grinned as he gazed down upon me. “Not even a little bit? Just let me stick it in. Don’t you want to feel me inside you?”
Well shit, I thought. How could I deny that? Maybe it was the fact that I was still crazy horny myself, or this pseudo younger Dad standing above me, still hard or just everything tied up together in one massive knot of sexual fantasy, but I complied to the request.
I asked how he wanted me and he turned me around and bent me over. I chuckled, enjoying him take the reigns. My skirt lifted up and I felt my underwear pulled aside. I couldn’t get a good view, but I imagined he was just taking in the sight of me for a time.
“Just in and out, I’m serious about this.” It was my proviso and he promised that it would be so. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but a little part of me wanted to save that part for Dad later on. His head teased at my eager wetness before he began a slow push into me. And dear God was it slow. He was milking the opportunity for all it was worth. It felt like his length would just go on and on. We both exhaled with the motion.
When he reached hilt he stayed there. We both just hung, enjoying the sensation. It took everything I had not to just grind into him with reckless abandon, but no I had to save myself for Dad. I could only imagine the similar struggle of willpower he was having.
He eventually began pulling out. He stopped just short of his head. It was an incredible tease that would have baited me into going all the way had I not so desperately wanted to get to Dad. I imagined also that Matt was on the precipice of breaking his promise, but he was true to his word and finally pulled himself out all the way.
I playfully sobbed. “Oh my God that was the most awesome torture.” I stood up and kissed him. “I can’t wait to properly fuck you.”
“I think I’m going to obsess over tonight until then.”
He was about to put himself away before I leaned down quickly and ran my tongue along his still hard shaft one last time. He whimpered at the further torment and I just grinned. “You’re evil.” He stated.
“One of the many things you’ll learn about me.” I replied as I righted my dress. I looked at the time. “We should probably get back, things will be wrapping up soon. gotta do the final farewells and end of year blubbering.”
We headed back, a bounce in our step and a firm grip in hand. All I could think about was how hard I was going to fuck Dad when we got back home. I’m sure he would have wanted to know what happened, but I figured a good hard fucking would soften the blow.
With that in mind, I was wet for the rest of the night.
