Present Day

The beer was icy cold, almost freezing. The sand was brilliant white and the Gulf waters were a shimmering aquamarine. It was a gorgeous late September afternoon. The water was still warm enough for Floridians, the rainy season was a fading memory, the humidity was loosening its grip on the schlong-shaped state, and women hadn’t started pretending that Florida weather was cool enough for sweaters. That nonsense started in late October. For now, here at Clearwater Beach, it was wall-to-wall swimsuits.

As a dark-skinned black man, Kendrick Cayman felt no need to ‘work on his tan’ by laying out in the sun, baking like some six-foot cookie. He was free to sit here in the comfortable shade, sip this ice-cold beer, and enjoy the view of this beach teeming with nubile young women flaunting their amazing bodies, all barely concealed by tiny strips of color.

One young lady in particular looked really nice… a black girl, not as dark as him, but more of a mocha-colored sweetheart. Tall, with long, endless legs that looked like they harbored a king’s feast between them. A round, proud ass that had never seen a stair stepper…  no, that ass was given to her by God Himself. But what had really piqued his interest was her hair. Kendrick absolutely adored that big, wild, Afro-centric ‘do that only black girls could pull off…  white hair just didn’t seem to be able to stand up on its own like that, defying gravity in every direction. This style looked like the original Afro’s wilder, hotter cousin. Her hair was an earthy rainbow of black, brown, red, and blonde. This honey’s honey-colored tresses reminded him of Kiersten…

The girl turned around and saw him checking her out, and waved, smiling. “Hi, Daddy! How do I look?” she asked as she walked toward him, a hungry, seductive gleam in her eyes.

Fuck! he thought. He’d been caught checking out his 23-year-old daughter! And not for the first time, he had to admit to himself. Not that she seemed to mind…  lately she seemed to be seeking out his attention; reveling in it. She’d become so flirty that she sometimes shocked him with the things she’d say. Now she was walking toward him like a predator closing in on her prey.

“How do you like my new bikini?” she asked, approaching the bed.

“What bikini?” he asked, as she raised a knee and climbed onto his bed, now naked and urgently aroused, if her hard, brown nipples and wet, dripping gash were any indication. She climbed up, straddling his body. He noticed her quim was smooth-shaven, just like virtually every other woman he’d bedded since college. What happened to women looking like women, he wondered. But back to the task at hand, he pulled her into his arms on top of him.

“We’re way overdue for this Daddy,” she breathed into his ear as she lifted herself to kneel over his steel rod, taking it into her soft fingers, guiding him into herself. But somehow she missed, and that made the buzzer beep. She tried again, and the buzzer beeped again. “Daddy!” she complained, and the buzzer beeped again. She tried to just lower herself onto her daddy’s prick, but he slipped aside again, and the buzzer beeped.

Kendrick woke up, and glared angrily at the offending alarm clock, as if this whole thing was its fault. He got out of bed, his cock as hard as it had ever been. He hoped the first morning piss would ease the tension. He’d stopped feeling guilty about having such dreams about his own daughter. He reasoned that as long as it only happened in his dreams, it was okay, right? He couldn’t control what happened in his dreams could he?

Later, he was in the kitchen sipping his morning coffee.  His dick had finally settled down. Kiersten, his daughter, came in and gratefully took the large iced coffee he’d made for her. As she turned to add more sugar, his dick asked, Hey, isn’t that the same honey we were just dreaming about? The errant organ began to stand up again, trying for a better look. He mentally berated it, and it finally went away reluctantly but not before reminding him it wouldn’t go far.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he greeted her. “Sleep well?”

She stretched and groaned, then reached for her coffee. “Mmm…  perfect. You?”

He shrugged. “I guess,” he said. “Weird dreams, you know?”

“Hmmm,” she said, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Just don’t take melatonin before bed.”

“Melatonin? Why not?”

“It puts you in a really deep sleep so your dreams are way more vivid and real.”

“More realistic?” he asked, gazing into his coffee, remembering how real  her body felt atop him. “Not sure that’s possible,” he muttered to himself. His dick agreed. Looking down, he missed the mysterious smile that lit up his daughter’s face.

*****

Twenty-four years ago

The party was going full tilt. Every jimmy was hard and every panty was wet. Couples were hooking up all over, some with their second or third partners. It wasn’t a full-blown orgy; just the last blowout party of the year, held the weekend between finals and campus shutdown. Classes had been passed, futures assured, graduation was Monday, and for seniors like Kendrick, this was the last time to act like an indulgent irresponsible kid, before the gods of adulthood required them to get to work.

He was aggressively being chatted up by a tall, curvy redhead. She’d just made it clear that the offer was real, and it was for one night only. He was surprised that she’d be coming on to him, since he’d seen her hanging out with some of those ‘South will rise again’ assholes. They never came to these parties… too many blacks and browns, not enough banjo music.  Yet here she was, practically begging for a shot of that “Vitamin K” she’d heard so much about. She certainly had an above average ass for a southern white girl, so Dr. Kendrick was happy to oblige her. He led her upstairs and she took his hand and eagerly followed.

Finding an empty room, she sat on the bed and pulled him to her. She unzipped him and pulled his pants and boxers down to mid-thigh. As his manhood came into view for the first time, she held it like some rare and holy artifact. “Oh my God,” she whispered. It was so thick, so big, but most of all… So black. She never seen one like it. As she pulled it toward her mouth, she finally understood all those other white girls on campus with black boyfriends. As she sucked and swallowed the thick cock, she massaged him with her tongue and cradled his balls, moaning in delicious taboo delight. This was SOOOOO wrong! He fucked her face, not trying to push too deep, letting her control it. She moaned again in delight as he lovingly stroked her face and rubbed his fingers through her hair, stimulating her scalp. Such a simple, tender act, and no one had ever done that to her. Most of her blow jobs consisted of the guy grabbing her ears like handles and using her face like some plastic fuck-doll. This was much hotter. So far, Kendrick was living up to the hype.

Kendrick liked blow jobs, but he loved eating pussy. So as he felt himself begin to climb from her skillful and enthusiastic efforts, he pulled away and gently laid her back on the bed, and finished undressing himself. She was only wearing a baby tee, shorts and panties. As he covered her face, neck, shoulders, and torso with kisses, she found herself suddenly naked. She had full breasts, a flat tummy, wide flaring hips, and solid legs. Between them was a wild tangle of curly orange-auburn hair. This wasn’t a girl’s body… this was a woman needing some good loving. He tickled her belly button with his tongue, licked down to her glorious thatch, parted her succulent red sea, and starting at the bottom of her gash, licked up to her clit, drawing it between his lips.

He sucked the sensitive nubbin between his lips and battered it with the tip of his tongue. He placed his mouth over her opening and licked out the syrup created by his oral assault. He alternated between flicking her clit with his tongue and deep kissing her, drinking from her molten, flowing channel. As her moans increased and her grip on his head tightened, he added his long middle finger into her tight, pulsing cunt, and rubbed her front vaginal wall, seeking out and zeroing in on that elusive magic spot. He mercilessly fingered her G-spot while rapidly sucking her clit in and out, his tongue never letting up. After just moments of this, it was all too much for her, as she saw the world go blank. She was cumming so hard, it was almost violent. She couldn’t draw breath… She heard distant screaming and realized the screams she was hearing were her own.

Even before he allowed her to come back down, he came up on the bed and kneeled between her legs. He pulled out a condom and was about to rip it open, but she stopped him. “Mm-mmm,” she said.  “I’m safe, and I want to feel every bit of this,” she continued, and pulled his throbbing member to her wet, waiting core. As he slid inside, she though for a moment that she heard angel music.

He pushed deep inside her, and slowly pulled back out, her anticipation growing. For a moment, he just sat back on his knees and looked at her, admiring the contrast of her milky white skin against his smooth, dark-chocolate tones. Where his dark cock entered her pink and white, red-haired pussy was a particularly erotic sight. He pushed back in, and then began to pound her in earnest. If she wanted to ‘go black,’ he wanted her to get the full effect. So he pounded her hard, ruthlessly abusing her poor, tender flower. He alternated his rhythm, going between hammering her like he was in a race against the clock, and slowly deep-stroking her, as if introducing her to every centimeter of his thick stalk. Finally, she grabbed his hips, her own hips gyrating faster and faster. Taking his cue from her, he matched her pace. They fucked together, their bodies meshing together perfectly, moving as one against each other. Together they climbed, until finally she squeezed him tight, her hands clawing across his back as her entire womanhood throbbed and constricted around him, seeking to pull his release into her. Her cum triggered his own, and he poured himself into her, rope after rope of his potent essence delivered to her deepest recesses.

They lay there recovering. She produced a cigarette and lay there, smoking it, wearing the most smugly satisfied smile on her face. “I’ve heard about you,’ she told him.

“Well?” he asked, taking a drag from her cigarette.

“You did not disappoint,” she admitted, taking the stick back and dragging deeply. “But still, this was just a one-time thing,” she added.

“Mm-Hmm. We’ll see,” he said simply.

*****