Daughter's BF becomes Father's FB

As he hung up the phone, Terry came out, holding a bag of clothes and fully dressed. She walked up to Tom and gave him a lingering hug. She pulled back but left her hand on Tom's chest.

"I'd better get on out of here," she said with a smile.

Tom nodded, trying to clear his head.

"That was fun though," Terry added, turning away to leave. "Tell Sandy thanks for the clothes."

Then she was gone. Tom went upstairs to his bathroom turned on a dead cold shower and stood in it for twenty straight minutes. When he got out, his dick was still hard.

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Terry had never expected or planned to end up posing naked for Sandy's dad, it was almost like she had an out of body experience. The whole fashion show had started innocently enough, she thought it would be a fun way to cheer him up, but as she was picking out clothes to wear it became more about what would look the sexiest. At some point she began to feel really sexy posing for him, and as he complemented her, she started to become more aroused by what she was doing to him. When he put his hands on her to undo the zipper on the little black dress she felt electrified by his touch, and when she took it off in front of him, albeit facing the other direction and wearing shorts, she knew his eyes were on her, and it made her very hot.

When Mr. G. asked her to pose naked for him, it was a shock, and though she felt compelled to put him off, she ached for him to ask again. She ached to be naked in front of him, to see his adoring eyes upon her.

It was probably a good thing Sandy had called when she did, because Terry was also aching to feel his adoring hands on her, and that was scary for a lot of reasons. As she drove home, she resolved to avoid being with him alone, but when she climbed into bed later that night, being along with him was all she thought about.

Over the next few months she lived a rich fantasy life. Her favorite was one where she was standing naked in front of him in the darkening room, her hands holding on to the wooden bed posts. He would come over to her, naked and hard, and he would lift her tiny frame up into the air, and then slowly slide her down his body until her legs were wrapped around behind him and his cock was warm and hard inside her.

But she knew that had to be a fantasy. He was too old to be interested in her, it would ruin her friendship with Sandy, and if her parents or anyone found out, it would be trouble for everyone. While all those things should have deterred her, they actually made the allure much greater.

Terry managed to avoid the temptation, only going over to Sandy's when she was there. Oddly enough she felt even more comfortable with Mr G., and they often had moments where they would give each other a wink when no one was looking, sort of an acknowledgment of the little secret they held. She took advantage of every appropriate moment to give him a hug, and occasionally they would find themselves in private, and the hugs would be warmer and longer lasting. She could feel him become aroused during the longer embraces, and she had gotten in the habit of letting her hand drift down his chest and stomach when they parted. He was more than a head taller than she was, so by the time her hand had come down to a normal level she was pretty close to his waist. Over time, her hand would linger there, and she would give him a quiet wink and then turn away.

But it was a year later before the passion finally erupted. As is often the case, Tequila was involved.

It was a hot summer day, and Sandy had invited Terry to come by for an afternoon swim in the pool. Mr. G was not around, and the girls got a wild hair and decided to make some margaritas, using Tequila from the bar. Sandy said she didn't expect her dad home until late, so they figured they could clean up before he got home.

But the day was hot, so the drinks were going down fast, and Mr. G came home earlier than expected. Much earlier. The girls were laughing hysterically by the pool when Mr. G walked up in his work clothes.

Initially Terry expected Mr. G to freak out about them drinking, but he just rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Hey Mr. G., why don't you join us?" said Terry.

It was a smoldering afternoon, and Mr. G. didn't need another invitation. Terry watched him go inside, and in her buzzed state she got a little excited about seeing Mr. G in his swim suit. She'd have to keep her head with Sandy there.

As she expected, Mr. G did look good in a swimsuit. He was fit and tan, with broad shoulders and really nice legs. She had to restrain herself from wolf whistling. He poured himself a drink from the margarita pitcher, walked to the diving board and jumped in.

The three of them splashed and swam for a while, with Terry and Mr. G being careful to keep distance in front of Sandy. After a while all three went to lay out on some pool side chairs to catch some rays, and Sandy, riding a healthy buzz, dropped off into a nap.

Terry chatted with Mr. G for a while and then got up to pour them another drink, but as she reached for the pitcher her hand clipped the wooden table and she picked up a nasty splinter. Mr. G. took one look at it and told her to come inside and they would get it taken care of.

It was cool and comfortable in the kitchen but Terry felt quite warm standing close to Mr. G as he was examining her finger. She loved how her hand felt as he held and caressed it. He was very gentle with her, which was nice, because the splinter was in there good and was painful.

"This might hurt, I'm going to have to dig it out," said Mr. G, looking into Terry's green eyes.

"I'm not very good with pain," she said with a pouty frown.

Tom chuckled, then got an idea. He poured her a shot of Tequila and handed it to her.

"This should help," he said.

Terry took the shot and downed it, and Mr. G. got set once again to work on the splinter. He was about to go in when he stopped, poured himself a shot, and downed it quickly.

"Doctor's need courage too," he said.

As much as it hurt to dig the splinter out, Terry was loving standing so close to Mr. G, with both of them still dressed in their bathing suits. It was hard to avoid frequently brushing up against his legs, and with Sandy outside asleep, neither tried to avoid it.

"I think I got it out," Mr G. said, looking closely at her finger. Terry was glad it was out, but sorry to lose the excuse to be so close to him, and she didn't back away.

"I think it still hurts," she said, with that pretty little pout she had mastered.

"Oh, I think you'll be ok," Mr G. said with a smile. "Here, maybe this will make it feel better."

Terry watched him as he lifted her finger up to his lips and gave it a kiss. The effect was electric.

"Mmmm, that does make it feel better," she cooed softly, and she moved just a little closer. The tequila was just starting to hit her.

"If it makes you feel any better, that was as painful for me as it was for you," he said.

"Awww, poor baby," Terry said. "Maybe this will make it feel better."

Terry leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss on Mr. G's chest. The boundary had been crossed.

"Yes, that does help," he stammered out.

She leaned over and kissed the other side of his chest, lingering longer this time. "How about that? she said.

"Mmmm," was all Mr. G could get out.

She kneeled down slightly and kissed one side of his abdomen, then the other. "I'll bet that makes it feel better," she said.

Mr. G was obviously in ecstasy, and she hesitated from her kneeling position to catch his eyes. She wanted him so badly she had lost all control.

"Is there anywhere else you'd like me to make feel better?" she asked quietly.

Mr. G. hesitated for just a moment, experiencing his own surrender, before boldly unfastening his swimsuit and dropping it to the floor.

Terry went all the way down to her knees, still looking up at his eyes.

"Here?" she asked, kissing one side of his rock hard cock.

She moved to the other side, gave it a warm, wet kiss. "Here?"

Mr. G's hands came up to either side of her head, lightly touched her hair, and said "yes" over and over and over again.

She took his cock into her mouth with a passion, licking, kissing and sucking him with a hunger created from multiple fantasies. It wasn't long before she felt him stiffen, felt his hips jerk just slightly, felt his cock grow larger and larger in her mouth and then he was in full release, and she felt his hot liquid pouring into her mouth, faster and more than she had ever experienced. She nearly gagged, lost some of him onto her face and chest, then gained some control and was able to swallow it all. It seemed like his orgasm lasted for five minutes and she loved it that she had made him feel so good. As his erection slowly eased, she stood up and held him close to her.

"I've been thinking about doing that for a very long time," she said. "I hope that was ok."

She felt Mr. G.'s strong arms pulling her closer. "It was better than ok," he said. "It was incredible."

They stood holding each other in the silence of the kitchen for a few more minutes before she pulled slowly away from him.

"I think I need to hop in the pool to get cleaned up before Sandy wakes up," she said, turning to leave. "Thanks for getting that out for me."

Mr. G. gave her a puzzled look.

"The splinter," she smiled. "Thanks for getting it out."

As Tom watched Terry walking back down to the pool, he had a flood of thoughts, mostly dominated by the idea that the most beautiful creature he had ever seen had just given him an unbelievable blow job. He stood, leaning back against the countertop, his cock still semi erect. He could hardly believe that they had gotten away with it, without his daughter catching them in the act. His position in the kitchen had allowed him to see Sandy at the pool, and she hadn't moved the entire time.

He pulled his shorts back on, took another shot of tequila and went and took a shower. A long shower. By the time he got out, Terry had gone and Sandy had regained consciousness and was sitting on the couch watching tv.

For the next several weeks, Tom lived in a fantasy world that involved he and Terry having sex constantly. He woke up thinking about it, daydreamed about it all day, went to sleep with his cock hard and had dreams about the two of them at night.

He still felt guilty about being with one of his daughter's friends, both for hiding it from her and for the simple age difference, but it had become apparent that he wasn't coercing her, she wanted to do it. His saving thought was that within a few weeks, both girls would be going off to college, several hours away, so the drama of being with a beautiful girl half his age was coming to an end.

A few days before they were slated to hit the highway to college, Terry came over to hang out with Sandy and the three of them ended up having dinner together. Tom loved being around Terry, even if it couldn't be sexual, she was just fun to be around. The best thing was that whenever Sandy was around, she was really cool and not doing anything that would raise suspicion. Sometimes the way they sat close together without any kind of acknowledgment or touching was arousing in itself.

After dinner, Sandy got a phone call from a boy she had the hots for, so she took her phone and left the room, giving Tom and Terry a few moments together. Tom took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

"Terry, I have really, really enjoyed getting to know you, you've been a great friend for Sandy, and ..." he hesitated, looking for words. "...you've been a very special friend for me as well."

Terry smiled in the way that always made him feel warm inside. "Ahh, Mr. G, you've been awesome too."

They sat for a moment just enjoying looking at each other.

"I am really going to miss you when you go off to college," Tom said.

Terry gave a wry smile. "Well, I guess you haven't heard yet," she said.

Tom gave her a questioning look.

Actually, I am not going off to college," she said. "Actually, I decided to stay here and go to the local college, I guess you didn't hear."

Tom's mind began to buzz as he felt Terry's foot come up and stroke his lower leg under the table.

"Actually, I don't plan on missing you," she said. "Actually, I have already made plans to come by next week and try on some clothes that Sandy is leaving for me."

Tom felt his cock growing hard at the very thought of it. He watched Terry stand up and walk over behind him, letting a hand drift down onto his shoulder.

"I'm hoping," she said in a soft, sultry voice. "That you'll be here to watch."