Teenage Dream [dad swap] [teen] [older man] [virginity] [fiction]

Woohoooo, another story!

This time I have a genuine reason for the sabbatical lol. I was commissioned for another story about a month and a half ago, and spent two whole weeks finishing it, and the dude didn’t pay. Still hasn’t. It severely disheartened me and I’ve only just gotten back into the groove of things, but now I’ve finished this and I’m in love with it!!

So, enjoy the story, you horny fucks. More to come soon ;)

(All characters are over 18)

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*”Okay, okay… fuck, marry, kill. Tyler from the Starbucks on Fifth Street… Chris Pine… or my dad?”*

*“Ew, Tess, don’t be gross!” The young brunette scrunched her nose up playfully, falling backwards to sprawl out on the couch. “Your dad is, like, fifty years old.”*

*“He’s forty-four, chill. Say you’d kill him, then.”*

*“Well, cuz, like… I wouldn’t. Not… not necessarily.”*

*“What?” Zoey giggled as she swallowed the sip she’d taken from her red plastic cup. “Dude, that’s my* dad.”

*“I know, but he’s, like… I – fuck, I dunno, I’ve had, like,* seven *of these things, I’m not thinking straight.” Zoey raised an eyebrow at her, and the other woman rolled her eyes. “Fine, I just… I dunno, I’d fuck him, probably. He’s got this, like… this weird hot-badass-cop thing going on.”*

*“Dude, ew! That’s my dad!” Zoey groaned with a smile.*

*“You asked!”*

*The girls dissolved into a fit of giggles, hushing each other as if they weren’t home alone in the dead of night, due to Zoey’s dad working a graveyard shift tonight. She wondered if she should tell Tess that she felt almost the same – that Tess’s dad was the only man Zoey had ever had a long-term crush on. They were drunk, after all – would she remember? She decided against it, instead taking another swig from her drink and letting Tess finish her “Fuck, Marry, Kill” answer.*

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Yet another pink pen began to run dry as Zoey finished jotting down the details of her dream into her diary. Another wet dream about Tess’s dad, Monroe, had woken her with insatiable horniness and distracting guilt. She sighed as she tucked the diary under her bedside desk, safe and hidden, then rolled onto her back and mused over her stupid attraction to that incredible man.

Monroe Banks was genuinely one of the most handsome men Zoey had ever met. Sure, he was over a decade and a half older than her, but that didn’t stop her from drooling over him. He had soft blue eyes the color of a dusty morning sky, and short, fluffy ginger-brown hair to match the full, scruffy beard adorning his fawn-colored face. He was a slightly heavy-set man, a lovely example of a “dad-bod”, and Zoey could see the muscle that the little bit of extra weight concealed. His voice was low and silky, carrying an air of dominance that, shamefully, made her heart flutter any time he spoke to her. Fuck, she’d give anything to bang a man like that.

The only issue was that he was her best friend’s dad.

Zoey and Tess had been friends since sixth grade, and now that they were each nineteen, it felt like they’d done everything together. They’d been each other’s confidants when they’d each gotten their first period, or had their first kiss, and had even been each other’s prom dates when their boyfriends had cheated or broken up with them. They were each other’s ride-or-die, and the bond made it all the more embarrassing and shameful when Zoey caught herself checking Monroe out again. She couldn’t help herself, but she still felt overwhelmed with guilt every time she masturbated to the thought of him taking her virginity. She could never do that to Tess.

Her fantasy would have to remain just that – a fantasy. What was the harm in simple daydreams? That was how she justified it, at least, as her hand slipped into her panties once again.

Mornings were especially difficult for her when it came to keeping her arousal under control. She had such a crush on Monroe that her dreams were often filled with images of him on top of her, or with his head between her legs, and it drove her insane when she finally woke up. Too often she woke up with a mess already pooling between her thighs, and she let the fading images from her dream play on repeat in her head this morning as her fingers circled over her already swollen clit. She moaned softly, one hand dragging her blanket up to her face to cover the blush already rising in her cheeks as she slid two fingers inside of herself, imagining Monroe’s tongue in place of her own hand. She stopped for a moment, but it was only to reach into her bedside drawer and pull out her vibrator – a simple four-inch bullet that hit her g-spot perfectly., With another soft moan, she clicked it to the first setting, her warm brown eyes shut tight as she pictured everything she wanted Monroe to do to her. Too soon, she was already so close… she wondered just how big his cock was as she clicked it up another notch… she imagined how he tasted… how much he could stretch her virgin pussy open…

“Zoey, you awake, hun?”

*Shit*. Shit, shit, shit. She’d forgotten that her own father didn’t leave for work until noon on Fridays. Her eyes flew open as she scrambled to turn the purple toy off, and she tossed it into her drawer with just enough time to close it before her dad knocked on her door. “Come in!” she called as casually as possible, hoping the flush in her face would disappear.

The doorknob turned as she sat up, and her dad’s face poked into the room, blue eyes alight with innocent happiness. “Morning, kiddo! Hungry?”

“Depends on what you’re making.”

“Pancakes?”

“Hell yeah,” Zoey giggled. “I’ll be down in a second, just gotta get dressed.” Her father nodded, closing the door behind him as he left, and Zoey sighed in frustration. She hated not being able to finish, but there was no way she could manage it now, especially with the all-too-familiar guilt setting in. No, she’d have to sit and endure the struggle of itching to cum all day now. *Lovely.*

She tossed the comforter off of her body and wandered to her closet, taking a moment to admire herself in the full-body mirror that hung on the inside of the closet door. Her gently-tanned skin and rosy cheeks complimented her dark hair perfectly – deep chocolate tresses that fell to the middle of her shoulder blades in luxurious waves. With a soft purse of her light pink lips as she studied her figure, she grabbed her large sleep shirt on either side of the waist and pulled it tight behind her back, satisfied with the way her somewhat chubby curves gave her a delightful hourglass shape. She didn’t *look* mixed, but her Latina genes definitely showed in her plump tits and her wide, round hips. Not bad for a nineteen-year-old, she figured.

Grabbing a pair of pajama pants out of her laundry basket that she’d only worn once so far, she pulled them on hastily and hurried downstairs, her stomach growling at the smell of vanilla coming from the kitchen.

Breakfast was uneventful, and Zoey bid her father a good day at work with only one thing on her mind: getting herself off.

Almost as soon as her father’s car left the driveway, she hurried back upstairs and stripped naked, her pussy still dripping with desire as she laid herself out on her bed again and spread her legs. Her hand was between her thighs almost immediately, and she grabbed her phone with her free hand, unlocking it and scrolling hastily to find something that would stimulate her mind as well as her needy wet cunt. Reddit, Twitter, PornHub… nothing was doing it for her.

Fuck it.

Her right hand hesitated between her legs as her left tapped through her phone until she found Facebook. She never even used hers – not for anything other than Monroe. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth as she found his profile, scrolling just a bit further down, until his smiling face was staring right back at her. Her fingers began tracing gentle circles over her clit almost unconsciously, a small moan escaping her lips as Monroe’s frozen-in-time blue gaze bored into her. She could only wish it were *his* fingers dragging back and forth over her cunt before sliding in, pumping in long, steady strokes that were already getting her closer and closer. Her hips bucked against her own touch as she toyed with herself, but it wasn’t enough. She was dangling right on the edge of orgasm, her body aching with the need to cum and the frustration of not being able to.

For the second time that morning, she stopped just long enough to reach into her bedside drawer and grab her vibrator. She rearranged so that she was suddenly sitting up on her knees, and she dragged a pillow between her thighs as quickly as she could, jamming her vibrator between the pillow and her pussy before clicking it to one of its highest settings. Her hips jerked as it buzzed to life, her eyes closing as she imagined Monroe’s face right between her legs. It wasn’t the first time she’d daydreamed about this, and it was what got her off the easiest. She could so easily picture his soft blue eyes looking up at her, his tongue working wonders on her that the vibrator could never hope to imitate. She didn’t push it in, but instead let herself grind on it, her juices soaking the pillow as she moaned louder and louder. She was riding the pillow now, moving back and forth on it while imagining her best friend’s dad…

If she hadn’t been so damn close, she would’ve noticed the text from her own dad reading, *BTW, Tess’s dad is coming over soon to fix the dishwasher. I left him a key, don’t worry. Love you!*

She was too busy cumming to hear the notification. Her legs were shaking as waves of pleasure radiated up from her pussy, and she collapsed as she came, falling forward with her thighs still gripping the pillow. “Fuck, *fuck*!” she moaned, before she could stop herself. “Fuck, Monroe, yes… oh my god…”

“Zoey?”

*Shit!*

Zoey’s eyes flew open, her legs still trembling as she tossed the pillow and the vibrator aside, barely giving herself time to turn it off. *Monroe? What’s* he *doing here?!* Scrambling as she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, she grabbed for a dress tossed loosely onto her floor and tugged it on as quickly as she could. She hadn’t bothered to close her door, assuming she was home alone – one second more, and Monroe would see everything, and she hated herself for wondering if she would’ve cared.

She managed to stand and grab her phone, glancing at the text from her dad just before Monroe appeared in her doorway. “Hey, kid!” He hesitated, looking her over for a moment, making her blush a little. “Bad time?”

“No!” Zoey answered a little too quickly. She cleared her throat, trying her best to look like she was just checking her outfit in the mirror. “No, no, um… no, I was just getting changed.”

“Cool,” the older man said with a smile. “Did your dad tell you I was coming?”

“Yeah,” she answered, turning back to the mirror so that she didn’t have to make eye contact. “Something about fixing the dishwasher?”

“Yep,” Monroe said, smiling at her over her shoulder in the reflection. “I’ve got a tool that he doesn’t have, so… figured I’d help out.” *Fuck, I bet you do,* Zoey thought to herself, but she bit her lip to stop herself from saying anything out loud. Monroe continued, “I shouldn’t be long. I’ll probably be done in an hour or two, then I’ll get outta your way.”

*God, no, stay and fuck me,* she wanted to beg. She wanted to look up at him from her knees, sitting back on her heels with his hand wrapped into her hair. She wanted to open her mouth wide and press her tongue forward, waiting for his cum. She wanted to beg him to give her every drop of his load, and hear him tell her how good she was for it…

“Sounds good, Mr. Banks,” she choked out.

*Goddamn it.*

Monroe disappeared from her doorway, and she sighed deeply, wandering to her bed again and flopping down frustratedly. Tess would hate her for being like this, wouldn’t she? God, something must be wrong with her. She couldn’t keep thinking about that man like this. She couldn’t keep fantasizing about him. She couldn’t keep wishing for him to bend her over and fuck her like a whore. He probably wouldn’t even want her. She was too young, too immature for a big, strong man like him… had he heard her cum for him? Had he possibly wished he could’ve been a part of it? Just a second more, and he could’ve.

Knowing that staring up at the ceiling wasn’t going to do any good to get rid of these thoughts, she sat up, wondering if she should bother with panties. The way her skirt fluttered around her, barely concealing her needy pussy, was so deliciously naughty…

*Fuck it,* she thought as she made her way downstairs, *what’s the harm?*

—–

True to his word, Monroe didn’t take long to fix the dishwasher, but his unexpected presence had Zoey aching for him. It was distracting enough that she couldn’t focus on *anything* besides the heat between her legs. She’d tried everything besides going back to her room, which she felt would come off as weird now that she was down here. But then, was her awkward lingering giving the same vibe? She wasn’t sure.

The older man’s voice suddenly calling her name again startled her, the sound of her name on his tongue sending a bolt of excitement through her. What she wouldn’t give to hear it over and over as he fucked her… She shook her head like a dog to clear the dirty thoughts before getting up from the couch and sauntering to the kitchen.

Monroe was on his knees in front of the dishwasher, focused on playing with one of the bolts inside. “Hey, kiddo – why don’t you start loading that top rack up? I wanna make sure this runs properly before I call it done.” His tone carried a cool dominance that only a father’s could, a dominance that said he knew he was in charge and he knew that she would listen.

“Yeah, sure,” Zoey responded absently, grabbing some cups out of the sink and mindlessly loading them into the top rack. This man could ask her to do *anything*, and she’d do it without a second thought, especially when it brought her this close to him. The way he was angled beside the sink gave her no choice but to position herself right beside him, her right leg just inches away from his hip. The near-touch wasn’t inherently sexual, but it was enough to allow her mind to wander. God, she wanted him so damn bad, but he was too sweet to ever pull something like that. Too fucking good for her to touch.

Too good to be running his hand gently up her bare leg.

The touch was feather-light, and Zoey froze, convincing herself that she must be imagining things. She must’ve let herself get lost in the fantasies, and was just imagining two of his fingers trace a line up the back of her calf. But it was real, real enough for her breath to catch in her throat as he stood up next to her, and in a heartbeat, she could feel him behind her, his breath warm against the back of her neck. His fingers trailed higher as he stood, until his hand was cupping her ass.

“You’re a good girl, y’know,” he whispered, and she swore she could feel her clit throb at the words. *Is this really happening?* “I never have to ask twice with you, do I?”

“N-no…” she breathed, her heart racing.

“Good,” Monroe purred. His hand tightened on her right asscheek, and she felt herself stumble forward against the kitchen counter, startled by the strength he possessed. “Jesus fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long…”

“Wha-… waiting for what?” Zoey closed her eyes and pressed back against his touch.

“Waiting to fuck you.”

Zoey gasped, her conscience clearing as much as it could right now, for just a split second. She spun around, and was met with Monroe’s dusty blue gaze, clouded with lust as he put his hands on the counter on either side of her. She was pinned, locked in his lust-clouded eyes, and she was sure her pussy juices were streaming down her inner thighs by now. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes traveling all over her, as if he was sizing her up – then he met her gaze again, and her heart nearly stopped when he grinned slightly. “You’re adorable,” he said gently.

“Mr. Banks, we -”

“Monroe, baby. It’s okay.”

“…Monroe. We… we can’t.” The words fucking *killed her*, but she knew it was the right thing to do.

“Do you not want to?” He blinked at her innocently, too innocently. God, he was too damn sweet. Such a sweet, gentle man, dangling such a dirty experience in front of her like it was nothing.

But there was a glint there that told her he wasn’t just asking for consent. He was, of course, but it was something more.

He was gonna make her say it.

Trembling all over, she looked away as she spoke. “I… I want it. I want *you*. A lot.” She heard him chuckle, and her face flushed red. “I just… it’s not right… I can’t do this to Tess.”

He put two fingers to her chin, turning her face to look at him. “Do you really think your dad is at work right now?”

For a moment, she couldn’t connect the dots. Her father did work on Fridays, but… had he called out? Her mind drifted momentarily to a night just a few months ago. A drunken game of “Fuck, Marry, Kill”… Her eyes widened as she finally understood. “You…” She took a moment to find the words, her mouth suddenly dry with nervousness. “You… Did you guys plan this?”

“Not planned, exactly.” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he scoffed, smirking at her. “I found your diary one night when you slept over with Tess, and… shit, I couldn’t resist giving it a look. I told your dad what I saw, and he admitted he liked Tess… one thing led to another.” He leaned in to trail a few lazy kisses along her jawline, down her neck, over her collarbone. “Suddenly here I am, with you right in front of me… are you still wet for me?”

Zoey let her eyes close, enjoying the haze that his kisses were creating in her mind. “Still…?”

“You said my name earlier. When I got here. You *moaned* it. You practically screamed it.” Cautiously, one of his hands moved to her ass again, giving it a light squeeze as he spoke before wandering to the front of her dress. His fingers slid under the skirt with ease, and she moaned as he grazed lightly over her dripping pussy. “Fuck, I knew you were almost naked for me. Nothing under this damn thing, like the good girl you are…”

Fuck, he was saying all the right things. Zoey sidestepped a little, spreading her thick thighs to allow him easier access, and he sighed against her neck as his fingertips found her clit. His deft back-and-forth movements were already driving her insane, and it was hard to believe this was even really happening. The last of her doubts were hanging on by threads; the notion that she shouldn’t do this, the worry about what Tess would think, the shame of finding an older man so much more attractive, fading to near-nothingness. She really shouldn’t, right? She couldn’t really be about to fuck him…

But then she imagined Tess at home, her face buried in her pillows and her ass up in the air as she got hers, and Monroe slipped one finger into her cunt, and suddenly, she was gone. Her legs gave out underneath her, and Monroe was quick to put his other arm around her waist, dragging her closer to him as his finger pushed deeper. In and out, over and over, curling *just enough* to tease her g-spot. She was his now, all his to play with, and she could tell he sensed it. The power he held over her was clearly making him ache for her, judging by the way he pushed his growing bulge against her lower belly, and the way his teeth grazed over her neck. He was marking her, she realized, sucking little dark spots into her neck like a sinful little signature. Fuck, she was already close, sensitive from making herself cum to the thought of him just an hour ago.

But then he did the worst thing he could do to a girl in her position.

He stopped.

He pulled his fingers away from her pussy, and the kisses and nibbles came to an end. She groaned in frustration, and he chuckled as she glared at him. “Calm down, baby girl.” He bent just a little to get his hands under her thighs, picking her up startlingly easily and sitting her on the counter. He set her down so that she was on the very edge of it, and her jaw fell as he dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands pushed her knees up and spread her legs, and suddenly she was blushing at how intimately she was exposed to him. His eyes were locked on her leaking middle, and the corners of his lips turned up in amusement. “Jesus, you’re wet.”

Zoey closed her eyes and turned away, unable to make eye contact as he looked her over. His hands left her legs, and she heard him mumble, “Keep these up for me.” For a moment, she could only feel his gaze traveling all over the scene in front of him. The girl he’d apparently wanted to fuck for Lord-only-knows how long, spread and dripping for him. She gasped as she felt two fingers trace a gentle line down from her clit to her entrance, spreading her lips apart as they went. Then his tongue followed an opposite path, lapping up her juices before flicking delicately over her clit. The foreign feeling made her gasp, her toes curling. He pulled away, staring again…

“Fuck, you have a pretty pussy,” he groans before burying his face against her.

Monroe’s tongue flattened against her clit, rubbing up and down as his fingers kept her open for him, and she did nothing to try and stop the obscene moans and whimpers rising in her throat. He seemed to delight in her reaction – did he know that he was her first? – and she let her head fall back in ecstasy as he pushed his tongue inside her. Right between her virgin pink slit, swirling and fucking her, so deep that his nose bumped against her throbbing clit. In and out his tongue moved, opening her up, her inner walls expanding in a plea for his cock to slide in. She finally opened her eyes to look at him, and was met with his own half-lidded gaze. He looked drunk, lost in the taste of her untouched cunt as she reached one hand down to tangle in his soft auburn hair, pulling him up further against her. He responded by moving just a little further up, two fingers replacing his tongue and scissoring inside her as he sucked her clit between his lips. She squeezed around him, wanting his fingers deeper, her eyes drifting to watch the muscles in his arm work as he pumped those fingers in and out of her cunt.

Fuck, she was getting so close.

As if he could feel the imminence of her orgasm, he used his free hand to grab one of her legs again and hook it over his shoulder, keeping her steady as he licked and sucked at her clit. Pressure was building fast in her lower belly, and before she knew it, he curled his fingers to hammer against her g-spot, and her orgasm built higher and higher in just a heartbeat before her mind went completely blank. Her eyes snapped shut as she moaned loud enough for it to be a scream, a rush of liquid squirting out of her cunt and painting Monroe’s chin and fingers. She almost fell off the counter, but Mornoe stood and pulled her against him, steadying her as she rode out the waves of erotic ecstasy.

He said something – it sounded like “Good girl, good girl…” – but his voice was distant and muffled, like she was underwater. She was still floating in the dirty pleasure of release. But then she opened her eyes, and saw him sucking his fingers clean, and it made her needy for him all over again.

Sliding off the counter, she took him by the hand and led him to the couch, not wanting to waste time hurrying upstairs to her room. Monroe followed eagerly, watching as she sat herself on the couch and crossed her arms to grab the hem of her dress. She pulled it off in one fell swoop, leaving her naked, and he watched with wide eyes and a hanging jaw as she laid back and spread her legs for him. Still staring, his hands moved absently, hastily, to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. One haphazard tug, and his cock was suddenly free and standing proud.

Biting at her lower lip as Monroe peeled his shirt off, she reached forward and grabbed him gently by the hips, pulling him towards her. His manhood was just inches from her face now, something she’d daydreamed about plenty of times while lost in fantasy.

Tentatively, she stretched forward to take him into her mouth – his hardness was thick and heavy on her tongue, and his taste made her ache for him even more. Her eyes slipped closed as she moaned around him, unable to suppress the need building inside her, and he answered with a groan and a gentle thrust of his hips to push more of his cock past her soft lips. Precum leaked onto her tongue, and his hands tangled into her hair, and suddenly she was dizzy with arousal as he carefully fucked her mouth. This must be what she was meant for. It *must* be. She was *meant* to take his cock, to suck him down her throat until he filled her mouth with his cum.

But he stopped her, pushing her away so that his cock left her mouth with a soft *pop*. She looked up at him with wide, worried eyes, but was soothed by his breathless smile. “You… you can’t do that shit, baby,” he growled. “I don’t wanna cum before I get to fuck you.”

Zoey grinned, laying back on the couch and spreading her legs for him once again, and he put himself between her thighs with the ease of a well-experienced man. Precum was still leaking from his tip, dripping down onto her clit, and her pussy seemed hungry and manic for more already. “Condom?” he murmured questioningly as he slid his cock back and forth over her clit.

Zoey shook her head, grateful for the concern, but that wasn’t what she wanted right now. Sure, she wasn’t on any birth control, but she’d been waiting for this for too long to let him put any sort of barrier between them. She put her hands up and touched his cheeks, his beard tickling her palms as she looked into his eyes.

“Fucking *breed me*,” she whispered.

Monroe cursed under his breath, his gaze dropping to watch his dick slide between her pussy lips. One, two, three, four thrusts, just letting his shaft move back and forth over her clit, slicking him up for the moment when he finally… pushed… in….

The feeling of being stuffed so full, by the man she’d wanted for *ages*, was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced. He pushed in slowly, and she watched as his cock disappeared inside her, inch by inch, until his hips met hers and her walls pulsed around him, already begging for his load. He groaned as he pushed in as deep as he could go, clearly stunned by the tightness of her young, virgin cunt, and she smiled breathlessly and pressed her hips up against him to make him moan a little louder. Carefully, he began moving in and out of her, and the friction and pressure inside was unbelievably addicting.

For a short while, he kept a steady, gentle pace. He was being careful with her, clearly unwilling to hurt her when it was only her first time. The long, slow thrusts allowed her to lose herself in the sensation of being deflowered, and she closed her eyes and put her forehead against his, focusing on the way he stretched her out with every stroke. The way his tip spread her apart upon every re-entry, the veins she was sure she could feel along his shaft, her walls squeezing around him as he fitted himself deeper with every thrust… it was enough to send her head spinning.

Then he put one arm around her, his hand settling on the small of her back, and he gave her a sharp, rough thrust that made her gasp. Another, then another, and suddenly he was fucking her like she was his own personal fuckdoll. She wanted nothing more than to be *his*, and if she could’ve dissolved into him right then and there, she would’ve been happy.

He was a grunting, moaning mess on top of her, every thrust nearly bucking her off the couch, and she found herself moaning in a wordless plea for more. He kept muttering under his breath, calling her a good girl, telling her that she was taking it so good for him, and she was sure that her loud moans and screams were worrying the neighbors. Fuck it, they deserved to know the name of the man who was pounding into her like their lives depended on it. His tip slammed against her g-spot over and over, and she couldn’t resist reaching down to rub circles over her aching clit, sending shocks through her body that kept perfect time with his deliciously rough strokes. Every move brought her closer and closer to orgasm, and she could tell he was right there with her. He was fucking her harder, more desperately, like the animalistic need for release was too strong to fight.

The word “Daddy” slipped from her tongue before she could stop herself, and it seemed to be all Monroe needed to fall off that edge.

Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, delirious with lust, but she was sure that she could *feel* his dick swell before he gave her that first shot of warm, thick cum. “Daddy” fell from her lips in a repeated scream as she came, her pussy milking him for one rope after another, his hips stuttering as he filled her naked cunt with his load. It only lasted a few seconds, but the ecstasy left her floating for what felt like hours, days, *years*, and she was perfectly content to stay there, wrapped up in his arms as he unloaded inside her.

Eventually, the spill was done, and she was so full of his sticky cum that she could feel it leaking past his shaft, trickling down her ass and leaving a mess between their skin. He sat up, looking at her in excited disbelief, just as shocked as she was that they had really gone through with this. She giggled, giving him another squeeze of her inner walls, and he moaned, laughing breathlessly as he pulled out of her. Zoey pouted slightly at the sudden emptiness, but the feeling of his cum pouring out of her stretched and abused hole was enough to placate her. With a soft, satisfied sigh, she closed her eyes and stretched as Monroe stood and went to grab something to clean her up with.

She’d worry about the morning-after pill later. Right now, she felt like she was on top of the fucking *world*. She had never *dreamed* she’d actually get a chance to fuck Monroe, and now she had, and it had been *incredible*.

He came back with a rag and held her legs apart, gently wiping away the mess leaking from her cunt before tossing it aside and laying down with her. “Christ,” she breathed when she finally found her voice, burying her face against his naked chest, “that was… fuck, that was amazing.”

“Oh, please, it was your first time. *Anything* feels amazing,” he laughed, pulling her closer against him.

“Shut up, stop being right,” she giggled.

“Me? Shut up? Never.” He hesitated. “You… called me daddy, by the way.”

Zoey felt herself blush, covering her face with her hands as she backed away from him slightly. “I know, I’m sorry – just – the heat of the moment, it just slipped out – I know it’s probably so so weird -”

“I liked it.” His answer startled her, but in the next moment, she was smiling again and cuddling tighter against him. “Makes me wanna do this again.”

The thought of it pleased her to no end. She could definitely see herself doing all this over again, many times, and she wondered if Tess was currently bundled up with her own father, thinking the exact same thing.

*Tess.*

She had been so worried about what Tess would think, so worried about betraying her best friend that she had almost passed up the opportunity of a lifetime. But they had shared so many things in the lifetime that they’d been friends. So many secrets, so many memories, so many laughs, hell, sometimes sharing crushes and boyfriends.

What was so wrong, after all, with sharing dads, too?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12op14t/teenage_dream_dad_swap_teen_older_man_virginity