Was It JustA Dream? – Part 1

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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 kaçak iddaa 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 kaçak bahis 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 illegal bahis 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.

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