Was it Just a Dream?

If you’ve read my stories, you know that I tend to like bringing in characters from other stories so that you, dear reader, can catch up with what may have happened with them since their stories ended. I figured it was time for some new characters. So this is an all new story with all new people. But’s let’s face it… you’ll probably see them again in someone else’s story… I can’t help it. While these characters and situations are new, they are all still over the age of 18, and the whole tale is fiction.

Anyway, no real trigger warnings here, just good old-fashioned father-daughter incest. If you like it, please remember to vote and comment. Please enjoy, and thanks for reading!

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. Kirsten, 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. Looking down, he missed the mysterious smile that lit up his daughter’s face. His dick agreed.

*****

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.

*****

Present Day

Kendrick was dreaming, and it was a nice dream. He was driving in a convertible. Every autumn when the weather started to cool, he’d start wanting a convertible. This dream reminded him of that wish again. Maybe this year, he’d finally–

The dream shifted, and now he’s in bed, and she was snuggling up against him from behind. She was so soft… he could feel her full breasts pressing against his back. He thought about turning over and taking her once again. Again?

Who?

When did…?

Who’s hugging me? He wondered. A soft hand rested lightly on his shoulder. It felt so real…

He opened his eyes in the darkness, disappointed that the dream had ended. He realized that the hand still rested on his shoulder. The soft form still pressed against him from begin.

Suddenly awake, he started to turn over, but delicate hands stopped him, holding him in place facing away. He didn’t feel skin… she must be wearing pajamas.

“Wha–?” he began.

“Shhhhh… It’s okay. You’re dreaming,” she whispered.

“Why are you in here?” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she whispered. He could feel her lips nuzzling against the back of his neck. Her whispered voice was right at his ear as she said, softer than thought, “Everything’s fine. Just go back to sleep. Shhhhh…” The soft hand on his shoulder stroked down his arm to his fingers as she soothed him, like a mother comforting a sleepy child. His eyes closed, and again he slept.

A few hours later, he woke up like normal. He was in bed alone. Did that really happen? He slept naked. Had his daughter been in bed with him while he was naked? As he shuffled to the bathroom to start the day, it seemed more and more like it was just a very real, albeit very pleasant, dream. He pulled on some soft shorts and his bathrobe and headed to the kitchen for some coffee.

His daughter Kiersten was already there, sipping her usual iced coffee while scrolling through her phone. She saw him come in and smiled, “Good morning.”

“Hey, sweetie,” he responded, pouring a cup. He looked at her intently, trying to see if there was anything amiss. She felt his gaze and looked back at him. He started, “Last night, did you…?” his words just petered out.

“What?” she asked. “Did I do something crazy in a dream?”

Looking at her, she didn’t act like a girl who’d snuck into her dad’s bed, held him, and then disappeared. He finally figured it had to be a dream, and let it go. “Nothing,” he answered. “I’ll be better after coffee.” He sat at the table with her, sipping his morning brew.

She nonchalantly nibbled her toast, and said, “You okay? You look, well, weird.”

“Nothing, sweetie,” he finally replied. “Just odd dreams. Never mind. Anyway, what are you up to today?”

“Not much. Just work. Janie and I might grab a drink after, maybe. That’s about it.” She finished her toast and put her dishes in the sink. She got up and kissed him on the cheek. “Gotta go. See you tonight!”

“Love you!” he called to her as she walked away to her room. He sat there, sipping his coffee, trying to reassemble to dream from earlier. It was a pretty nice dream.

At 44 years old, Kendrick Cayman was a good man, an upstanding man, a bona-fide catch. Decently tall, he had a graceful, lithe build, with an easy, lopsided smile, eyes that looked ready to laugh, and an incongruous cut on his cheek that suggested the presence of a former bad boy. All wrapped up in a dark-chocolate candy shell. Everywhere he went, feminine eyes tracked his every move. But as a single father, he had no time for any of them. But he wasn’t always so virtuous.

Back in college, he’d man-whored his way through four years of school, happily fucking anything with a pulse and a pussy. He’d been literally trying to put up the numbers before he left college and had to submit to the real world, which often came with just one pussy at a time. Or so he’d been told. He was gorgeous, his degree had landed him a lucrative job in IT. He owned a great apartment in the heart of downtown and a sweet Audi that he only drove sparingly. Apparently, the police felt that an Audi that nice driven by a man that dark just HAD to be stolen, so they regularly found an excuse to check it out. Other than that little inconvenience, he had the world by the balls and intended to squeeze it into submission. It all worked great until he was 26.

*****

18 years ago

“Mmmmm, that’s it, girl,” moaned Kendrick as he leaned back against the leather sofa. His dark cock looked so good sliding in and out of her ruby red lips, her slim white fingers wrapped around him as she slurped hungrily on the head. She moaned appreciatively as she felt his fingers caressing her face, tracing her lips where they joined. Releasing her hand from around him, she slid her face down to the base, taking him into her throat. She increased her suction as she moved him in and out of her mouth. He let her lead, and sat back and let her fuck her own face against him. After a few minutes of this, he warned her, “Babe, I’m ’bout to blow!”

She simply moved to the head and sucked even harder, trying to pull every drop from his balls, making him cry out as she gladly swallowed each volley of his thick essence. She didn’t lose so much as a drop. As he quickly recovered, he murmured, “Damn, girl! You’re incredible!” Kendrick knew the value of praise for a job well done. It’s one of the things that earned him so many repeat performances. “Skills that good always make me really hungry,” he added.

“Oh, now, you’re hungry?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “Should I be a good girl and make you a sandwich or something?” she asked, giggling.

“Hmmmm…” Kendrick said, as if weighing the decision of what his next meal should be. He kissed her mouth deeply, despite traces of his own cum still lingering on her palate. He let his mouth blaze a trail down her petite, toned body, past her flat abs, down to the fine, silky hair between her slim thighs. He inhaled her aroma deeply… she smelled like cinnamon and flowers, and Kendrick thought he had never smelled anything so good. “No, baby girl, I think I’ll find something to eat right here.”

With that, he opened his mouth wide and covered her whole small pussy, sucking it as if he was drowning. His athletic tongue writhed in and out of her snatch, and he swallowed her juices as fast as he could. Her tiny little pussy was just about the wettest he’d ever eaten, and he didn’t want to waste a drop of her tangy, aromatic essence. He also focused attention on her tiny, tight little starfish. She moaned loudly at the unexpected knock on her back door. It was so tight that it took a few minutes of dedicated pushing against her there to even get the tip of his tongue past her sphincter. Once he did, he was immediately rewarded. She cried out loud, “THERE! YES! RIGHT THERE! LICK ME THERE! OOOOOOHHHH!!!” His tongue inside her asshole; his delicate fingers strumming a song on her clit; his finger fucking in and out of her gash; all combined had her circling the stars. After only a few minutes of his assaulting every part of her sex, she screamed, and squirted her orgasm all over his face and neck. He drank as much as he could from the source and licked up the rest from her still trembling tummy.

Without missing a beat, he slipped his cock back into her for a second time and gazed into her lovely Asian eyes looking up at him. He could see it in her eyes… She wasn’t used to being worshiped like he’d been doing, and he knew if he wasn’t careful, she might catch real feelings for him. Would that be so bad?

As he rode her tight little body to their third (fourth) cum of the afternoon, he heard her cry out, “Ooohhh, Kendrick, don’t ever stop fucking me, okay? Fuck me forever!!” And she tensed up and groaned as she felt him again pouring himself into her.

They rolled off the sofa together onto the floor. She kissed him deeply. “That was amazing,” she gushed. “My pussy has never been so happy! What’s all this crap I hear about black guys not eating pussy?” she laughed.

He chuckled lightly and said, “Yeah, that’s just a lie white guys put out there to try to slow us down.”

“Well, I can testify that that is simply not true at all,” she said, laughing. She glanced at the clock. It was almost three o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon. “Shit!” she exclaimed. “This was fun, babe, but I gotta run. School’s out at 3:30. Gotta pick up my son. Call me later?”

“We’ll see,” Kendrick answered noncommittally. Serena wasn’t offended. She knew that Kendrick Cayman made no promises and told no lies. The women traipsing through the revolving door of his affection had to accept that all they could reasonably expect was a really good time for one night. She threw on her soccer-mom office clothes, kissed him on the cheek again, and was out the door before the kiss dried on his skin.

Not even 3:00, and he was done for the day! Serena Park was the office manager at McAlister & Cresh. They were a client of Kendrick’s employer, WaxGen. WaxGen created customized, proprietary software solutions designed to clients’ specs. Kendrick’s team went to customers’ sites and implemented the products. He’d been on site for two weeks now, and officially, today was a training session for Serena. They got some actual work done earlier that morning, then he took his client out to lunch, and next thing he knew she was spread out on his sofa, and he was facedown between her toned legs performing cunnilingual wizardry on her sweet-tasting cooch with the fine, soft hair.

Later that evening, the doorbell buzzed. He wasn’t expecting company, but sometimes, a girl dropped by for an injection of Vitamin K. Who was he to jeopardize the health of some poor, vitamin-deficient honey? He wondered how they got past the attendant, who would always call. He straightened his clothes, check his reflection and thought, ‘Duty calls!’ and went to the door.

He opened the door to a tall redhead, with very fair skin and a smattering of freckles across her elfin nose. Her bright red hair made her blue eyes pop, and while she was dressed fairly conservatively, he could tell she was no stick-figure tit-cicle. This girl had some curves. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Kendrick? Kendrick Cayman?”

“That would be me,” he answered. “And you are?”

“Patricia Palmer,” she said.

Suddenly he remembered. Yeah, he’d hit that. Just once, though. That was back in college, right before he graduated. “Patty Palmer! Come on in!” he stepped out of the way to let her in. Only once she started walking in did he notice that she wasn’t alone. She was with a little girl, maybe four or five years old, and clearly biracial. She had golden skin, wildly unkempt dark red-gold hair, and the same smattering of freckles, except across a cute little button nose that looked remarkably like Kendrick’s nose.

With no preamble, Patricia said, “Kendrick, I’d like you to meet Kiersten. Kiersten, this is Kendrick. He’s your father.”

“You’re my daddy?!” asked Kiersten excitedly.

*****

Present Day

Back upstairs in his home office, Kendrick logged on to his desktop for his first appointment of the day, which was to be followed by a meeting at 10:30. As he got going with his work tasks, he was finally able to stop thinking about the dream he’d had the night before. Seemingly just a few minutes after he started, his phone rang. He looked at the screen, and it was his daughter, Kiersten.

“Hey, sweetie, what’s up?” he greeted her.

“Hey, handsome!” she answered brightly. “I’m getting hungry, and I just know you want to take your loving daughter out for lunch.”

“Lunch? Already?! It’s only…” he glanced at the clock, and it was already well after noon. “Wow! Look at that! It is time for lunch! Sure, come pick me up, and I’ll treat you to lunch.”

“Okay, Kendrick, I’m not far away. See you soon!”

“Kee-Kee,” groaned Kendrick. Lately, she had begun to call him by his first name. Every time, it struck him as odd. “I’ve told you; my name is Dad. You need to stop hanging out with those disrespectful-ass white girls, always calling grown folks by their first names.”

“Oh, Kendrick,” she laughed. “You’re so silly! I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’ll see you in a few!” and she hung up.

Kiersten Cayman knew exactly what he was talking about. It was all part of her nefarious plan to seduce her father. She’d long wanted to be more than just a daughter to him. She wanted to be his love… his girl. Late at night, when she dared to let her imagination go that far, she even dared to dream that she could become his wife. Now, she was finally doing something more than just wishing for it.

But one thing at a time. The first step of the assault was to stop referring to him as ‘Dad’ or Father, or any of those… except when she managed to sneak into his bed and hold him. She’d pulled that off a few times and each time, convinced him it was all a dream. She’d let him think about it for a couple of days, and then strike again.

Their server put their plates in front of them. They decided on sandwiches, and this place had some of the best in town. As they began to eat, he picked up their earlier conversation.

“So why am I ‘Kendrick’ all of a sudden?” he began. “What happened to ‘Dad’ or even ‘Pops’? And I know it’s way too much to ask for an occasional ‘Daddy’.”

“Maybe one day,” she said, mostly to herself.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she countered. “Look, I’m 23 years old. I’m a grown woman, I can be with who I want to be with, and I think I can alter the terms of our relationship.”

“Hmmmmm,” he grunted. “Well, I’m still your father, young lady.”

She answered, “You will always be that, Kendrick.” He was shocked at how seductive she sounded.

He responded, “But if you ever call me ‘Kenny’, I’ll whip your little ass!” he warned.

“OOOOHHH!” she giggled, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“No,” he said, pointing at her parentally, “not the fun way, either.” He tried to sound stern but was thrown off his stride because of her mischievous smile, and the lust he unexpectedly saw smoldering in her eyes.

Kiersten said, coquettishly, “I understand, Kendrick.”

Back in the day, before Kiersten had come into his life, Kendrick had been a stone-cold player. He was one of those rare men who actually understood women; who knew what they were saying before a single word was spoken. If she was any other woman, he’d know exactly what she was saying. So he couldn’t believe the messages he was receiving from his little girl. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore. Like she said, she was a grown woman. And that grown woman seemed to be in hot pursuit. Surely she wasn’t hot for her own father, was she?

Kiersten could see him working it out. Clearly, her tactics were finally beginning to work. Perhaps the next nocturnal visit might be happening sooner than later…

*****

18 Years Ago

“What?!” squeaked Kendrick.

“Are you my Daddy?” asked Kiersten.

He looked at Patricia. “Patty, what the f- what the heck?!?”

Patricia said Kendrick, “Yes, Kendrick, she’s your daughter.”

Kiersten walked up to him and held out her hand, saying, “Pleased to meet you, Daddy.”

Dumbstruck, he shook her hand and answered, “Ummm… Hi, Kiersten.”

Patricia asked, “Do you have the Disney Channel?” She was calm and unhurried, as if introducing an old booty call to his five-year-old daughter was just a normal Tuesday afternoon.

Kendrick sputtered, “Does this place LOOK LIKE I get the fu–dang Disney Channel?!”

Meanwhile, Kiersten had helped herself to the remote. “Oh, goodie!” she exclaimed. “We have it!” as she settled in on her favorite TV channel. Patricia looked at him, smirking.

Kendrick said, “Oh, that one. Yeah, I guess I do have that. Wait, that’s not the point. WHAT THE FUCK, PATRICIA? How you gonna just stroll up in here and drop something like this?!” he said. He didn’t sensor his language. If she was his kid, li’l girl was probably gonna hear cussing from time to time.

Patricia ignored his outburst and said, “Kerry, find your show and watch for a minute. I need to talk with your father.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she answered, already finding her favorite show.

“Can we talk somewhere quietly?” she asked.

“Sure, come on,” he answered, leading her down a hall to a roomy bedroom that he’d made into an office. There was space for a desk and a small loveseat. He motioned to the loveseat, “Have a seat.” He pulled the chair from behind the desk and sat facing her. “So what’s this about? Money? You looking for five years of child support?”

She scoffed. “I wish it were that simple, though from the looks of it, that wouldn’t be a huge problem for you. But no, this isn’t about money. It’s something else.”

For the first time, Kendrick noticed how stressed she looked. “What’s going on?” he asked. The time they were together was nothing but good, so he had no reason to mistreat her. They’d made love once, then graduated and had gone their separate ways. He softened his tone and took her hand in his. “What’s going on, Patricia? Look, I’m not one of those guys acting like, ‘How do you know it’s mine,’ because just LOOK at her. She looks more like me than she does you! You say that this isn’t about money or child support. So what can I do to help you?” he said earnestly. He wanted to help.

Patricia hung her head, and looked like she was going to cry. Finally, she answered, “I never thought it’d be this hard, you know?”

“Well, motherhood is hard,” said Kendrick.

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed, “but that’s not what I’m talking about. I was just a good girl from a good home, having some good times while in college. Just like everybody else. I had a guy I fully expected to marry. But I heard all these girls talking about you, talking about how good it was with you. ‘Get my Vitamin K shot’ or something. I figured I’d be out of school in a week, nobody would ever know. You’d just be a cheap thrill before graduation. I was on the pill, and I took it every day. When I found out I was pregnant, I would have gotten rid of it. But you just know how those conservatives are, ‘no abortion no way no how.’ Everybody figured it was Randy’s baby, my boyfriend. He was thrilled, because he was so ready to be a daddy, and we were sleeping together regularly. But then when she came out all… BLACK… He just turned around and walked out the delivery room, and I haven’t seen him since to this day.

“My parents damn near disowned me. I got a good job right outta college, so luckily I already had my own apartment. That’s where we live. My parents barely talk to me. As far as they’re concerned, Kiersten may as well been born dead. They don’t say her name, they don’t ask about her, they don’t talk about her, and in five years they haven’t sent so much as a birthday card. The stress is really getting to me. My whole family hates me for what I did. They hate her for what she is. Sometimes I don’t even know how to keep going. I worry that if something was to happen to me, she don’t need to be raised in a world like that. You’re her father. So I’m asking you to take her.”

Kendrick had not expected this. He said, “If that’s the world you live in, what the hell were you doing with me? I don’t know if you noticed this, but I’m black. Not just black, I’m extra black. What the hell were you doing with me?”

“I don’t exactly share all of my family’s views,” she answered.

“Yeah but here you are giving up custody to your only child to appease your racist-ass parents.”

“Look, you don’t understand! It’s not that simple!” she protested.

“Actually, it is that simple! You had some jungle fever, got that itch scratched, and now there’s no room for black child in your lily-white world. You know what? Yes! I’ll take my daughter, and I will protect her from all of that. But we’re doing it on paper. You’re not showing up in 6 months because you had a ‘change of heart’ and tearing her world apart again. If you do this, we’re doing this for real!” Kendrick said vehemently.

Patricia just hung her head and said, “That’s fine. Let’s meet at the courthouse tomorrow. Can she spend the night here?”

“How? She doesn’t even have a change of clothes.”

“Wait,” said Patricia, as she walked out of the room and out of the apartment. She wheeled in a large suitcase and went over to Kiersten and spoke softly to her for just few seconds. She kissed her on the forehead, saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow, have fun with your dad.” To Kendrick she added, “See you tomorrow at ten, okay?” She left before he answered. Kendrick had a feeling that they would never see her again.

*****

Present Day

Kiersten lay awake debating whether to go ‘visit’ her dad in bed tonight or tomorrow night… it was time for her to move her efforts forward again. As she lay there, she thought back over how wonderful he was in every way. Her mother had basically abandoned her: she’d unceremoniously dumped her off to a father she’d never met, and then just disappeared. For half of her life, Kiersten was terrified that he’d leave her, too. She was forever clingy and afraid of abandonment. But Kendrick was always there. Every day, he drove her to and from school. They sat and had dinner together almost every night. While he made sure to expand their and her circle of friends, they spent most evenings and weekends together. She was fine with sleepovers, as long as they were at her house… she’d been ‘dropped off’ once before, and she wasn’t going to be fooled like that again!

But while his just being there was so, so important, what made Kiersten’s love for him morph from daughterly to romantic was how he interacted with her. He was unfailingly kind, supportive, and patient with her. He always listened to her, and as she got older and more mature, he took her seriously. And he never broke his promise. Her trust in him, and his devotion to her, were why she could never bear to leave his house. She’d gone to college locally, graduated, and had a good job with a future. But she still lived at home with him, telling her friends it was about student loans and saving for a house. They all bought it. Half of them were in the same boat… recent college grads, living back home. While her peers hated it, Kiersten had no plans to ever leave Kendrick’s side.

She knew he would always be there for her, and she could trust him with her life… to her, it only seemed natural that that trust expanded to include her heart, and finally, her body. She knew that it was a steep hill to overcome. But from the way she’d caught him looking at her since her little ministrations began, she was sure that she was halfway up that hill already. She just needed to get him a little further up the hill, and he’d be primed for that final push down the other side… into her waiting arms.

Kendrick had taken Kiersten to Disney World. They hadn’t been there in a long time. Kee-Kee always loved it there. He was glad they’d decided to come this weekend. They were standing in line waiting for some ride. Kee-Kee was standing very close to him. He could feel her breasts soft and warm against his back. Wait, he shouldn’t be able to notice that! She was pressed fully against him, stroking his bare chest from behind. That feels so nice… The family in front of them in line was looking at them disapprovingly. Her hands slid down his chest, past his stomach, and he turned over in the bed. Soft lips kissed his chest; a very soft tongue licked around his nipples. This couldn’t be Kiersten. He wrapped his arms around this sweet bundle of dream. Feeling a thin shirt on her back, he slid his hands down and felt soft, lacey panties, barely there. He slipped his hands onto her silken skin. He squeezed her taut cheeks, delighting in their supple firmness.

As he pulled her into him, she lifted one smooth thigh up over his hip, opening herself to him. Together, they sought each other’s cores… she ground her young, unshaven sex against his hard, pulsing rod, while his whole being sought the incandescent heat of her eagerly offered pussy. As they moved together, against each other, their passions enflamed, Kiersten’s juices drenching them both. Moving became grinding, grinding became thrashing, thrashing became a desperate race to a much-needed release. They both ignored the warning that they were passing the point of no return. Kiersten’s hips danced against her father, sawing her center against the organ that created her, and was already granting her more raw pleasure than she’d ever experienced.

He held her tightly against him, his cock wedged deliciously between them, pulsing, becoming red hot from the friction provided by the soaked crotch of her lace panties, by her thick, lush pubic hair, and the incredibly erotic movement of her overheated body against him. Kendrick squeezed her tight and his cock erupted, covering them both in his hot discharge. She felt her father’s orgasm and it triggered her own, her body flailing against the very organ that created her and was now giving her greater pleasure than she’d ever known in her life. Her copious fluids joined his, making a complete mess of both of them. Kendrick felt his seed spurting again and again. Halfway through his climax, he heard a whispered cry, “Daddy…” and he awoke fully. For just moment he could have sworn someone was in bed with him. His orgasm made him close his eyes for another moment, and when he opened them, he was alone.

Kiersten had never cum so hard in her life! But the instant she could move, she rolled away from him, slipped off the bed, and darted from the room.

Kendrick lay there recovering, incoherent and disoriented, wondering…

Did I…?

Did we just…?

He was dreaming that he was having incredible, mind-blowing sex with an amazing young woman, who somehow turned into his daughter, Kiersten. He then proceeded to fuck her senseless, and it culminated in him firing volley after volley of potent sperm right at the door of her fertile womb. But just as he woke up mid-orgasm, he was sure Kee-Kee was really there… but he blinked, and she was gone. He lay there for several minutes, collecting himself; trying to sort the dream from reality, not knowing which was which. After a bit, he decided to go check on her.

He put on some shorts and walked out into the hallway. Soundlessly he pushed her door open. He saw her laying there, all bundled up in blankets like a good girl, glowing in the soft moonlight like the heavenly creature she was. He silently came over to her bed and looked at peaceful face. She was so beautiful, and he loved her so completely. Looking at her sleeping innocently, there was no way this girl was just in his bed, under him, thighs spread wide, his cock furiously plumbing her searing pussy…

STOP IT! THAT’S YOUR DAUGHTER!! He needed to get control of himself. He couldn’t let how he loved her change into something else… something more… STOP IT!!!

Still, he loved her completely. Knowing that it wouldn’t wake her, he leaned down and kissed her chastely on her forehead. Without a sound he left her room, wondering where all this was headed.

Kiersten had dashed to her room, thrown on her pajamas, and waited in bed for him to check on her. When she saw him enter, she laid there perfectly still, feigning sleep. She forced her breathing to be slow and regular. She even remembered to wiggle her eyeballs under her eyelids, to make him think she had been asleep for a while. Once he left, she finally relaxed. Almost immediately, the excitement of her efforts, the adrenaline let down now that it was over, and the aftermath of the overwhelmingly powerful orgasm she’d just experienced, all worked together to drop her into a deep, very pleasant sleep.

*****

18 Years Ago

Kendrick and Kiersten got to the courthouse at 9:45. After explaining the situation to the clerk, they took a seat in the waiting area. Kiersten didn’t seem scared, or even all that concerned that her mother was late. She told Kendrick that her mom was always late. Sometimes, when a friend picks her up at school, she even gets to spend the night. So this was nothing new. At 10:30, a clerk came out and took the pair into her office. Patricia Palmer never showed. Kendrick decided to list it as a case of abandonment. When they opened the suitcase for clothes for Kiersten, inside, Patricia had placed Kiersten’s birth certificate. It showed the father as Kendrick Cayman, age 21.

Once Kirsten realized her mom wasn’t coming back, she became afraid. She’d only just found her dad… Would he leave her, too? Kendrick hugged her and assured her that he was never going anywhere. That he will always be there for her. She was still scared, but knowing that he was there made her feel better.

A few weeks later a judge made it official by granting Kendrick full custody of his daughter. Kiersten Palmer became Kiersten Cayman. She never heard from her mother again, and over the years, she showed a certain fear of abandonment. Kendrick made sure to love and reassure her every day that she was there to stay, and that he’d always be there for her.

*****

Present Day

Kendrick was happy that today was Saturday, because he certainly needed time to think. As he got out of bed, he noticed that the sheets were still quite damp. Damn, he thought to himself… Exactly how wet was that dream last night? He decided to drop his linens off in the laundry room on his way down. As he gathered the soiled sheets in his hand, he thought, what’s that smell? He lifted the damp portion of the sheet to his nose and sniffed… There it was. The unmistakable odor of feminine arousal… girl cream. It could only be his daughter’s girl cream.

He realized, it’s all true! It wasn’t a dream! She’d come into his bed, and that was her body he was feeling against him. The huge amount of semen on his sheets made him wonder if they’d actually had penetrative sex, because he certainly didn’t remember pulling out. But one thing was clear… They’d been in that bed together.

His first instinct was to stomp down to her room, fling the door open, and demand to know just what the fuck she thought she was doing getting in bed with him like that. But then he thought about it. She’d been coming into his bed unasked. She been flirting with him. She clearly wanted him, and if he was honest with himself, he wanted her too, probably more so, considering the life he used to live and how long it had been. She just had the courage to go for it while he was still wrestling with the imagined disapproving stares of some nameless, faceless ‘Society,’ judging what might happen between two consenting adults who love each other, but happen to be related. Like she said, she’s a grown woman. If they were both adults, and they both wanted it, who were they hurting? Why should he keep pushing her away, when she clearly wanted to be with him? He decided then and there to let the game play out, and accept however it ended up. He would stop resisting her. He dropped the dirty sheets in the hamper and headed to the kitchen for his coffee.

Meanwhile in her room, Kiersten was afraid she’d gone too far. She was afraid that she’d pushed too hard and ruined her chance for her to fully and completely be with her father. But sweet baby Jesus! it felt so good to be in his arms like that. With his thick member grinding against her so unabashedly , she’d never cum so hard in her life. But still, she hoped she hadn’t ruined it. She gathered up all her courage, and headed down to the kitchen.

He was sitting there sipping his hot coffee. She saw that he’d made her an iced coffee and it was just done brewing. She gratefully took the large cup.

“Morning, Dad,” she said, forgetting to call him Kendrick.

“Good morning, sweetie, ” he answered with a knowing smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did. You?”

“I did,” he answered. Just then, the toaster popped up. Kendrick took out a toaster strudel and passed it to Kiersten. He took the second one for himself. They sat there, eating their simple breakfast in vaguely uncomfortable silence. Finally, he asked her, “Kee-Kee, would you like to go out tonight?”

“Out?” she asked.

“Yeah, out,” he said. “Do something fun, maybe have a nice dinner, go get dessert later.”

She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully before answering. “That sounds like you’re asking me out on a date, Kendrick. Is that what this is?” she challenged. “A date?”

He felt that this game had gone on long enough, and decided to call her out. “I don’t know, Kiersten. Do adult daughters want to go on dates with their fathers?”

Kiersten thought to herself, This is it… everything I want is right here. All I have to do is take it.

“This one does,” she answered quietly. She held his gaze, willing him to discern her deeper meaning.

He stood up to leave and said, “We’ll leave around seven, okay?” as he kissed her gently on her forehead.

As he turned to leave, she touched his arm and asked, “What should I wear?”

“I don’t know… something nice. Surprise me,” he said as he left.

Kiersten was speechless. She’d been playing at this slow seduction for months now. Over time, she’d become increasingly flirtatious, increasingly tactile, touching him softly as often as she could, fingers on skin whenever possible. Recently, she’d sneak into his room and lay in bed with him and hold him, or back up against him encouraging him to spoon her. If he seemed to wake, she’d soothe him and whisper that he was dreaming. It had been working. But last night when she came into his bed, things got wild, and they ended up dry-humping each other to a glorious climax. Though to be honest, as wet as the bed was when they were done, maybe ‘dry-hump’ isn’t quite accurate. At any rate, they both knew it wasn’t a dream. Now, it looked like Kendrick was ready to move things forward.

That evening, the bravado the Kendrick felt earlier that morning had fully dissipated. That morning, he was sure that he and his daughter were at the precipice of an entirely new relationship, one that would probably be frowned upon by others, but one which they both wanted. He was willing to take that chance with her, and he was sure she felt the same. Now, after having a day to really consider what night happen, doubts had entered his mind. Surely, she didn’t want that with him? She’s a smart, sexy, capable, and gorgeous young woman who can snap her fingers and make any man her personal servant. Why would she want him? Why would she be okay with incest? By five o’clock, he was convinced that there was nothing there. By six o’clock, he actually had his phone in his hand to call her and call it off. As he slid on his dark blue suit and black tee-shirt underneath, he thought, ‘At least I look good!’ He figured that the best course of action was to simply say nothing and take his wonderful daughter out for a night on the town.

Kiersten had no such qualms. She was as excited as she’d ever been in her life. She loved her father dearly, and she was in love with him. She was fully aware that others would condemn their love. That didn’t matter one bit: all she wanted in her life was for him to take her in his arms as a lover, and a wife. She felt that her dreams were just about to come true. She just hoped her father held his nerve. Even if he seemed to falter, she was sure she would be able to keep him in line. And tonight, she planned to fuck him to within an inch of his life!

That evening at seven o’clock, Kendrick was in the living room, waiting for Kiersten to make her entrance. He wore a dark blue suit with a black tee that seemed to absorb all light, creating a subtly supernatural effect, as if the suit jacket was covering a black void rather than a person. He decided to break out his tiny gold stud earring. He had shaved his head smooth, but left a two-day stubble on his face. He proudly sported the slightest bit of gray on his chin. He looked exactly like the kind of forty-something-year-old man who routinely pilfered nineteen-year-old girls away from their swaggering yet outclassed boyfriends, left wondering what the fuck just happened.

Kiersten came into the room wearing that timeless classic, the Little Black Dress. She made no attempt to tame her auburn tresses, and wore it like a lion’s mane, sure to capture the imagination of every male in her presence. But for now, there was only one male whose attention she desired… her father’s. And as she strode confidently to him, she had his undivided attention. Her hair contrasted fiercely with the her black dress. The only accessory she wore were simple small hoop earrings and a pendant with the letters, “K K”, both their initials.

As she came to him, she gushed, “Damn, Daddy… you look gooood!”

Kendrick smiled seductively and responded, “Thank you, baby. But not nearly as amazing as you. Girl, you’re breathtaking!” He made no effort to hide his desire as he gazed at her. That dress was quite short, not like a hooker’s, but classier; a woman confident in both her classic beauty and her abject sexiness. Her wild, unbridled Afro-centric hair looked untamed, almost primal. Kendrick had never seen a more desirable, more fuckable woman in his life. His own daughter, no less. For not the first time that day, he wondered whether he’d be able to complete this path they were on. But as she turned around so he could see all of her in that sexy-ass fuck-me dress, he knew that if he faltered on the path, Kiersten would no doubt drag him the rest of the way, into her bed; into her panties; into her.

As they drove off, Kiersten asked, “So what are our plans for tonight?”

“I was thought, maybe miniature golf and then grab a slice of pizza,” he joked.

“MINIATURE GOLF!?” she erupted. “Dressed like THIS!? You better try again, Ken–”

“Okay, okay,” he admitted. “I was just joking. Seriously, I remember you said you wanted to try that new Fusion place out by The Eye. Would that be okay?” He asked.

“That’s better, Daddy,” She smiled. “I’m dressed for that!”

He looked at her for a few moments, sitting there looking so beautiful in his passenger seat. He was steeling himself to bring up the huge elephant in the room, but also, unashamedly checking her out. Her dress was riding high on her thighs, and the low, tight neckline created very alluring cleavage from her tight little B-cups. Her long curly hair looked almost unkempt, but her knew she spent a great deal of time styling to look just so, and Kendrick loved the effect. She looked like a young Chaka Kahn, from back in the day. She saw his eyes caressing her, taking in her long, bare legs and her bosom, yet made no attempt to interfere with his view. He noticed her pendant… “K K”. Clearly, she saw them together. That gave him the courage to press forward.

He started, “So baby, last week, you said something about ‘Changing the nature of our relationship,’ or something like that. Is that what’s been going on these last few weeks?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” she responded. “Daddy, I love what we have. I love our vibe, how well we click. You’ve always been the best dad a girl could ask for, and I don’t want to hurt that. But I think we could have so much more… we could be so much more to each other,” she said.

Kendrick asked, “But why, baby? You know that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, will say that it’s wrong, it’s sick, it’s immoral, they’ll want to throw us in the mental ward or straight to jail. Why wouldn’t you want a normal guy who’s your age and, oh, maybe not your own father?” As much as he wanted this too, it was his job to do his level best to dissuade her.

She knew what he would say, and she’d wanted to be ready for all his arguments. She took a beat to gather her thoughts and said, “Well I guess it starts with the fact that I simply don’t want anybody else. Look, Dad, I’m not some innocent little waif who has no idea about life. I’m a grown woman, and I’ve had some grown woman experiences.”

Kendrick winced at that but remained silent.

“I’m not a virgin, Daddy,” she went on. “I wish I could have saved myself for this, but the truth is, every guy I’ve ever let touch me didn’t do anything but remind me that he’s just not you. And you are all I want. And if I was still a virgin, I wouldn’t know that for sure.”

Hearing her say it out loud so decisively had Kendrick’s mind reeling. He asked, “Wow, baby. How did this start? When did you start feeling this way?”

“I guess the seed was planted back when my mom abandoned me,” she began. “I mean, she dropped me off with a guy I’d never met, and then just disappeared. Who does that?! But then you stepped right up and instantly became a better parent than she ever was. You did, and still do, make every decision about me, everything you do is for me. You never put yourself first. You’ve been the best father I could imagine. None of my friends’ dads even came close. They were always too busy, too mean, too uncaring, and my friends all wished for a father like you. Ever since that first day at the courthouse, it’s been just you and me together. Honestly, Dad… how could I not fall in love with you?”

“Yeah, so I tried to be a good father, but good fathers don’t go on to have this kind of relationships with their daughters,” argued Kendrick, pulling into the parking garage.

“That’s not quite true,” She countered.

“What does that mean?” he asked as he pulled into a parking space and shut off the car. He wasn’t ready to get out. They needed to finish this conversation.

“Well, when I first came to grips with how I feel, like how I really feel about you and about us, I did some research,” she answered. “Not just porn, but some real research into incest. It actually does happen in real life. And despite the horror stories you read about in the news whenever somebody gets found out, it doesn’t always end in heartbreak, pain, and two-headed kids. A lot of times, just like in normal relationships, it just leads to happily ever after. Right now, there are fathers and daughters and sisters and brothers, happily loving each other, and they’re all just fine. Hell, some of them actually have kids together. Dad, we can have the same thing. That’s all I want. We just have to be discrete. The only question is, do you want that? I mean, with me?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer.

He took her hands in his, and answered, “Of course I want it… just look at you! You’re the most amazing, most beautiful, and straight up sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, even if you are my own daughter.”

Kiersten smiled expectantly, her dream about to be realized.

“But,” he continued, “I need to know that you’re absolutely sure about this…”

“I am!” she said eagerly.

“… and that you’re sure you want this…”

She gripped his arm and looked him in the eye and declared, “I do, Dad, more than anything in the world!”

He continued, “… because this will change everything, and there’s no going back.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes as their faces slowly came together. “I know,” she breathed as their lips touched, and for the first time, they kissed… not as father and daughter, but as lovers. Kiersten’s tongue sought out Kendrick’s, teasing at his lips, wanting to taste all of him. As his lips parted and welcomed her into his mouth, he gasped at enormity of the act: he was French kissing his daughter and she was responding energetically, pulling him to her, inhaling him.

After several seconds, they broke and Kendrick laughed nervously, “That was one hell of a first kiss!”

Kiersten smiled slyly and said, “It’ll only get better from there, Daddy.”

Kendrick said, “Change of plans. Let’s have dinner then go home for dessert, okay?”

The date was wonderful, if a little surreal. Like any first date, there was the normal nervousness and anxiety… The heady thrill of new love, coupled with the anticipation of the physical delights to come. Both trying to memorize every moment of this special night, while getting more and more excited about what was sure to come later. But they were father and daughter, and particularly close at that. They knew each other better than anyone. So unlike a regular first date, where you’re sitting there wondering what the other person was actually about, they knew what the other person was like, and couldn’t wait to get on with it. Kiersten was Daddy’s Girl, and she knew how to make him smile. Kendrick enjoyed making her groan at standard Dad-Jokes, and then making her blush by adding a little risqué sensuality to them.

Kirsten was no shrinking violet. She been on a lot of dates before. But none of them were this special. It wasn’t just the taboo of the person who hands she was holding; no it was more than that. Kendrick Cayman, former player, reformed ladies’ man, was smooooothhh. He knew how to act and what to say to make a woman feel at ease with him and feel good about herself with him. And with this woman, whom he loved above all else, doing that was as easy and natural as breathing. By the time he pulled back into the driveway, they were both more than ready for the next step.

Kendrick did not pull into the garage. Instead, he parked in the driveway so they could enter through the front door.

“Why didn’t you park in the garage,” aske Kiersten as they walked together to the door.

“It’s symbolic,” said Kendrick. He unlocked but didn’t open the door. “We’re gonna walk through this front door together. Last chance for us to come to our senses,” he said.

She reached up and pulled his head towards her, and kissed him wetly, their tongues moving against each other. He pulled her closer to him, squeezing her tightly as he kissed her. His hand slid down and under her dress, and slipped inside her panties, grabbing her cheek and pulling her against him. Kendrick devoured her mouth, and rubbed his hard cock against her, right there at the front door, in full view of anybody who happened to be up and looking around at 11:45 on a Saturday night. But late night in the suburbs tends to be quiet outdoors, though inside, behind closed doors is often another story altogether.

His other hand found her other cheek and he lifted her up. She leapt up into his arms, and wrapped her legs around his body, still kissing him fervently. She reached behind herself and opened the door, and he carried her inside, their lips never breaking apart. He carried her into his bedroom and set her down on his bed. He gently laid her back, and started his trek, kissing her ears, her neck, and down her chest. He pulled the dress zipper down and slipped the straps of her dress and her bra down her shoulders, freeing her firm, pinkish-tan nipples to the air. He greedily sucked one into his mouth, and alternated between the two, paying equal homage to both of these mouthfuls of perfection, lest one feel it was judged as somehow lacking in perfection. As Kendrick suckled from her, she held his head close to her, rubbing his smoothly shaven head as she moaned in appreciation of his efforts.

Finally he resumed his journey south, licking a line from the valley between her breasts, down her flat, taut tummy. He found, to his delight, the faintest little happy trail that gradually became more pronounced as it grew down towards her black silken panties and exploded into a lush, thick, untamed Garden of Eden between her smooth, sexy thighs. He stopped for a moment and pulled the rest of the dress down her supple young body, pulling the silk panties along with it, leaving her naked, spread out, and waiting, on his bed. The scent of her excitement permeated his soul and incinerated his passion… he wanted to devour her! Without preamble, he dove into her succulent womanhood mouth-first.

Kiersten spread her legs as far as they would go, and held her father’s sucking, licking mouth tight against her undulating pussy, eagerly rubbing herself against his mouth, his entire face. She wanted to cover him with her juices, mark him as hers, and he was only too happy to oblige. He knew that she’d claimed to have had some experience. But in his vast experience, he was sure he had more than a few important lessons to show her.

At that, he took a long slurp from her syrupy channel, and slid his tongue down her furrow, across her taint, and pressed the tip of his tongue right against her tight little butthole. That wasn’t something she’d experienced before! Her eyes flew open in surprise, and she gasped aloud as he lifted her butt off the bed, bringing her ass into perfect position, and proceeded to tongue, lick, and suck her starfish like a man possessed. He worked her sphincter until he was able to slide his tongue into her tight rear entrance. Kiersten had never had her ass eaten, and she instantly wondered how she’d lived this long without it. While her ass was being loved like never before, he pressed two fingers into her hot, weeping vag, and slid them in and out, keeping time with the tongue-fucking she was receiving at the same time. Her moans grew in intensity, and he knew she was almost there. He turned his fingers over while inside her and started rubbing the top of her girl-cave, massaging and working her G-spot. Just as her pussy started to vibrate around his digits, he ran his thumb around her clit, flicking it back and forth. She moaned louder and louder, finally screaming out, “DADDDEEEEEE!!!” as she succumbed to the most powerful cum of her life. In her throes of ecstasy, she couldn’t tell if it was so good because of the obvious skill of her partner, or the irresistible taboo of her own dad making her cum so hard.