When the ‘Wall of Shame’ first went up in Dianne’s dorm she thought it was a brilliant idea, but didn’t add an entry for herself at first: there was no one that immediately sprang to mind. Over the next few days, girls added their own fantasies and she was amazed when her father kept cropping up. Really? My dad?, she thought. She tried to judge him impartially and suddenly it was like a light bulb being switched on in her head: fucking hell, she thought, my dad is hot! Really hot!

Obviously, she couldn’t write that on the board so she went with the next most popular: Fiona’s. Then she had to come up with a why. She found herself thinking about her dad again and went with ‘Just his smile makes me wet’.

That revelation rattled about in her head. She knew she was in trouble when she woke up the next night with her heart pounding in her chest and her clit tingling like crazy. In the dream, she’d been the age she was now, but somehow riding on her dad’s shoulders, like she’d done so often when she was little.

What had turned her on so much was that somehow, in the dream, she’d gotten turned around so that her dad’s mouth was right on her pussy. In the way of dreams, her clothes had miraculously disappeared at that point and her dad was licking her while she clung onto his head so she didn’t fall off.

As the dream replayed in her mind, her hand sought out her pussy lips and she was astounded at how wet she was. She could still feel the way his stubble had scratched the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and the cheeks of her ass, as his tongue had alternated between lapping at her clit and dipping deep into her vagina.

With two fingers rubbing over her clit and two from the other hand plunging in and out of her cunt, she emulated what she’d felt while fantasizing that he was licking her again. The orgasm hit her like a physical blow and she was pretty sure that she grunted a few times before she got herself under control. Even so, the power of it doubled her up and the aftershocks had her shuddering like crazy.

In the morning she woke up and Fiona was sitting up in bed smirking at her. “Dreaming about my dad, were you, you naughty girl?” Dianne tried to be cool but she could feel her face burning up.

“Something like that,” she replied and then ran off to get a shower.

Dianne’s dad was ridiculously early to pick his daughter up for summer break; the heavy traffic he’d anticipated on the freeway had just never happened. At first, he’d thought about getting a coffee but in the end, he’d decided to go to her dorm anyway, just on the off-chance that they could make an early start back.

Dianne was off somewhere and he was mooching around, trying to keep out of everyone’s way, and ended up idly reading the noticeboards. It was mostly pretty dull but then he came across one that had ‘The Wall of Shame’ written across the top in marker.

He scanned it quickly and it was a few moments before he worked out what it meant. When he did he felt a warm glow of pride: down the left was a list of girls’ names and alongside was a column entitled ‘Whose Dad’ and another headed ‘Why’. It appeared to be a list of what girls fancied which girl’s dad, and he’d been put down by four of them!

He was both surprised and delighted, and then quickly looked to see if his daughter had made a choice: she and two other girls had put down ‘Fiona’.

He was just reading some of the quite graphic ‘whys’ when a girl came out of a room opposite. She seemed somewhat taken aback when she saw him reading the board. “Excuse me, I’d better just...” she said, taking the notice down and holding it against her chest.

“What’s Fiona’s dad like then?” he asked her, nodding at the board.

“Oh, he’s dreamy,” she replied. “All dark and swarthy with a lovely deep, hairy chest.” He watched as she zoned out for a few seconds with a smile playing across her lips. Then she seemed to snap out of it and disappeared back into her room, looking embarrassed.

“Hi Daddy,” he heard his daughter’s voice call out from the other direction down the hall. He turned around and his eyes went immediately to her short skirt.

“Jesus, what are you wearing?” he exclaimed without thinking.

Dianne hadn’t even thought about it. She’d kind of assumed that now she was at college he’d have gotten over his prudish attitude to her clothes that had been going on for ... well, pretty much forever.

She was cross. Properly fuming angry. She’d been so looking forward to this, but really, what sort of a fucking welcome was that after they hadn’t seen each other for so long?!

“It’s called a skirt Daddy,” she said with a steely sweetness. “And those things poking out from it are called legs, and at the top of those is a vagina. Get over it.” His face was a picture: his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

She stood on tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek. “Come on, my stuff’s all ready.”

Her father was very quiet on the drive back, and Diane figured that he hadn’t gotten over her little outburst. When he finally did speak what he said surprised her, “So, you go for dark, hairy guys then?”

“God no,” she replied, looking at him like he was insane. “Why on earth would you think that?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said vaguely and then turned the radio on.

His mind was a mess: why would she lie on the board? Clearly, there was someone else that she was avoiding as her choice, but who and why? He himself was about as far from dark and swarthy as you could get, but did that mean...?

He’d always ruthlessly suppressed the attraction that he’d felt for Dianne ever since she’d blossomed into a lovely young lady, but that skirt, and the way she’d drawn his attention to her sex, had thrown him completely.

As he drove his eyes kept being drawn back to her bare legs and he couldn’t get her words, ‘and between them is a vagina’, out of his head. He was grateful that his khakis were very loose around the groin region.

He was still being very sullen and quiet when they got back, and Dianne wasn’t sure if it was down to her comment or her clothes, but she was determined not to back down.

Without saying a word she went up to her room and stood looking at her clothes. Finally, she selected some white leggings that she’d bought to go under skirts when it was cold. With no panties on under them, they left absolutely nothing to the imagination. On top, she wore a thin, tight-fitting, pink cotton shirt with no bra.

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled: hardly an inch of flesh showing but everything was on display! This will teach him, she thought.

By the time she got back down to the kitchen all her anger had dissipated and she was just looking forward to seeing his reaction.

His eyes went wide and she could see him trying to come up with some objection to her new attire, but in the end, he just smiled at her, albeit thinly, and stood up.

Feeling nothing but fondness now, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him fiercely. The feel of his strong arms around her and his lovely, manly, Daddy smell made her clit start to tingle and she pressed herself against him and ... OMG, he was hard!! Really hard!!.

He pulled away from her, a look of panic on his face.

“I’ve... “ he spluttered. “Erm ... you’d...” He was looking around frantically, anywhere but at her. “Car, he said finally. “I’ve got to ... the car.” And he almost ran out of the back door.

She stood there, dumbfounded: she’d turned her dad on! It wasn’t exactly that that surprised her, in fact, she kind of liked that idea. A lot. No, it was the thought that maybe he’d been so weird about her clothes because she turned him on. And he’d been like that since she was ... Jesus, since she was about fourteen!!

Now she began to think about her daddy’s eyes on her when she was age, all thin, coltish legs, a firm boy-like ass, and small but very perky boobs. The more she thought about it the wetter she got inside until she had to go up to her room before she risked ending up with a wet patch on the leggings.

She stripped them off and lay on the bed. Using the side of her hand to recreate the feeling of his erection rubbing against her clit and her lips, and visualizing in her mind him looking at her in her eighth-grade school uniform. Her orgasm was both quick and very intense.

The next morning she got up early. There was no sign of him so she started making a pot of coffee. When it was ready he still hadn’t risen and she took a mug up to his room. She knocked softly but there was no answer so she went inside.

He was still asleep, lying on his front with the covers pushed down and just covering his calves. He was wearing a pair of shorts and his bum looked really nice, all firm and with those cute dimples that only guys and really skinny bitches got. His back was really nice too with well-defined muscles and a lovely strong ‘V’ shape to it.

She put the coffee down while still admiring him and getting decidedly warm between her legs when he rolled over. It was just as well she’d put the mug down because it probably would have dropped from her fingers. His penis was jutting out of the fly and it was fully erect!!

God, it was big. Bigger than she’d seen IRL before. And so pretty: the foreskin was drawn right back and his knob was tight and shiny and almost purple with all the blood pumping through it. And the shaft must have been at least seven inches long and nicely thick as well!

Her mind was racing with all the things that she wanted to do to it: to wrap her hand around it, to kiss it and lick it, and to stretch her lips around the end, then her legs went weak as she imagined how beautifully it would fill her up, maybe stretching her to the point of just a little delightful pain.

She had to leave before she lost all self-control. She slowly backed away from him, trying to commit every detail to memory: the thick veins, the way it was throbbing faintly, the slight bend to the left in the shaft...

She closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against the wall. Her hand went instantly up the oversized T-shirt and smeared her copious juices up over her clit, and then her fingers were a blur as she rubbed it furiously. Her orgasm came quickly and very very hard. Her legs were shaking so badly that they couldn’t support her and she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the carpet, giggling quietly as she teased the last few jolts out of one the best cums she’d ever had.

Her dreams over the next few days had a reality they’d lacked before, and she found it very difficult to look at him without her eyes drifting down to his crotch.

The following day Dianne met up with her friend Cameron at a coffee shop in town. She was into fashion and had gone to a different college than Dianne. They’d talked on the phone loads of times but she’d never mentioned her new ... obsession?

They’d been chatting for a while when Cam suddenly came out with, “OK, who is it?”

“What do you mean?” Dianne asked, confused.

“You keep drifting off, gazing into the distance and sighing. Who is it that’s got your panties all moist?”

‘Oh fuck! Is it that obvious?’ Dianne thought to herself. She’d trust Cam with her life but she still hesitated to confess this to her. ‘What the hell’ she decided, if she was going to tell anyone it would be her.

“You’re going to think I’m a freak,” she began and then paused, not knowing quite how to put it, while Cam looked at her appraisingly.

“Let me guess, you want to fuck your dad?” she suggested.

“What?! How did-- What?! Why would you think that?!” Dianne gabbled, astonished that she’d got it in one.

“Well, even I can tell that he’s hot as fuck.” she admitted with a very wicked smile. “I’m right though, aren’t I?” It was quite something coming from Cam, who’d known since the age of fourteen that she was gay.

Dianne first became aware of her new friend’s preference when they were having a sleepover at her house.

Cameron had asked if she could kiss her. Dianne had thought it a bit weird at the time but hadn’t wanted to offend her by refusing. She’d actually liked the kiss very, very much, and also the tentative touching that accompanied it.

On their next sleepover things progressed rapidly and Dianne became nervous when Cam touched her budding breasts and then between her legs. She’d been exploring her body for a while but Cameron seemed to know even better than she did how to make her pussy sing. Overwhelmed by desire she’d had a huge orgasm when Cameron had kneeled between her legs and kissed and licked her pussy.

Dianne felt obliged to do the same for her friend but froze when she was face to face with her pussy. It wasn’t that she found it offensive, it was very, very cute in fact, and smelled quite lovely, it was just that it didn’t really do anything for her.

It was simply an innate sense of fairness that led her to take her first tentative lick. With a little guidance from Cam, she was hugely pleased when she gave her little friend an orgasm of her own.

“That was incredible!” Cam said excitedly many fond kisses later. “Can we do it again soon?”

Dianne was silent for quite some time before she spoke, “Cam, I’m sorry but...”

“Don’t tell me, you prefer boys?”

Dianne simply nodded, knowing she was disappointing her. But Cam was still smiling.

“But you still licked my pussy for me and gave me such a lovely cum,” she said, brushing Dianne’s hair back behind her ear. “You’re the best friend ever,” she said, kissing her fondly on the cheek.

They had never looked back.

Dianne couldn’t meet her gaze and looked down at the table, fiddling with her sundae. Cam reached over and held her other hand. “Aren’t I?” she repeated.

When Dianne finally looked up, her friend was still smiling and she couldn’t help herself and she grinned too. “Yeah,” she confessed.

“But you wouldn’t really do it ... would you?”

Cam watched as Dianne looked thoughtfully into the distance. Then she suddenly covered her mouth and looked down at the table.

“Oh. My. God. You would. What were you thinking about just then?”

Dianne looked around guiltily and then leaned across the table. “I was imagining how it would feel inside me. It’s beautiful Cam ... and so big!!”

“Wait?! What?!!. You’ve seen it?! You’ve seen it hard?!!”

“It was an accident, Cam. Honestly.”

“What, you accidentally burst into the bathroom while he was beating off in the shower?”

“No. But that’s a lovely idea,” Dianne replied, smiling wistfully. “I took him a coffee in bed and ... it was just there!”

“And you really would?”

Dianne just nodded. “It makes me so fucking excited. Just thinking about it...” She leaned even further forward. “I’m so wet,” she whispered.

“You are a bad, bad, bad girl,” Cam said, squeezing Dianne’s hand. “So, how are we going to do it?”

“We?!”

“Sorry! Of course, I meant you. Of course, I did.”

“When he picked me up from college he freaked out about my clothes,” Dianne told her.

“Oh, yes?”

“He’s always had a thing about me showing too much skin ... and I think maybe it was because it turned him on, and he couldn’t handle it. Or he couldn’t when I was young maybe?”

“Wow.”

“I’ve been teasing him a bit since then, letting him see stuff,” she said. “I think he’s looking, but I’m not totally sure.”

“Yeah, he looks at me too,” Cameron told her. “I think he’d fuck me in a heartbeat.”

Dianne looked at her and nodded. “Yeah, I bet he would.”

“Let’s go back to yours and I’ll see if I think he wants you?” she suggested.

Dianne’s dad was in the backyard, mowing the lawn.

“That’s perfect,” Cam said when she saw him. “Come on, let’s get changed.”

They went up to Dianne’s room and found a couple of bikinis to wear. “No peeking now,” Dianne teased as she stripped down to her underwear in plain view of her friend.

“Oh, I wouldn’t,” Cam joked, blatantly watching avidly as Dianne took off her bra, while she took off her own panties.

They’d played this game many times in the past: although she preferred boys, Dianne got a great deal of pleasure knowing that her body turned Cam on like crazy.

As they both stood there naked, ostensibly sorting out the ties on their bikinis, Dianne thought she could see a sheen of moisture on Cam’s pussy lips.