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?"