I heard from my daughter, Carol, today from college. It seems she wants to come visit me during her spring break instead of going home to her mother's house, my ex-wife. I haven't seen Carol in about 3-1/2 years, not since the divorce and Joan moving across the country for her new job. Now Carol was in her junior year of college, 20 years old, and I was nervous about how to behave. I mean, I hadn't seen her in a long time, in terms of her life and how much she had probably matured in three years of college. And since I had been on my own, I had actually developed a life, dating different women and feeling free and confident for the first time in years. I was only 42 and life was just starting to look good to me.
And now Carol was coming to visit. It was going to play havoc with my love life, not being able to bring anyone to the apartment for a week and a half. It was only a studio, but it was on the ocean in Malibu so it was a real good location. I had a king-sized Murphy bed and not much else in the way of furniture, so where Carol was going to sleep was a bit of a problem. Actually, it was probably a problem for me. I'd probably end up sleeping on the floor. Good thing I had my sleeping bag and ground pad. It wouldn't be that bad. Shit!
So here I am at the airport waiting for the passengers from Carol's flight. I hope I'll recognize her. And then I see her. I can't believe my eyes. Absolutely stunning redhead, hair down to her waist, big full breasts pressing out against the t-shirt she was wearing, her nipples hard and very visible, the mini-skirt she was wearing coming down to just past her crotch, six-inch platform shoes. And yet she had the most angelic smile, so innocent, completely belying the total sexuality of her appearance.
"Oh, dad, I'm so glad to see you," she said, hugging me tightly, her breasts pressing against me as well as her hips. "I thought maybe you didn't want me to come visit you."
"Of course not," I managed to stammer. "I've missed you so much. I just wasn't prepared for how much you'd changed, grown up," I said, standing back a step and looking at her in disbelief.
"Pretty hot stuff, huh?" she asked, pirouetting in front of me.
"Pretty hot indeed," I agreed. "Let's get your bags and get out of here."
They chatted about how she was doing in school, straight As, and how her mother, his ex, was doing. Apparently she had had a succession of unsuccessful relationships, each one leaving her more depressed than the last. Carol just couldn't bear another vacation listening to Joan moan about her love life, or lack of it.
When we got to the apartment Carol couldn't say enough about how much she loved it, the sliding glass doors opening onto the beach. She never asked about the sleeping arrangements, instead immediately pulling out her bathing suit.
"You mind?" she asked, holding it up.
"No, go right ahead. That's what it's for," I replied, totally misunderstanding her question as she pulled her t-shirt off over her head, releasing her incredible breasts, then pushing her mini-skirt down past her hips to the floor, stepping out of it totally naked. I just stared, my mouth hanging open. Carol had only a tuft of bright red hair above her pussy. The rest of it was totally hairless. She had fat, thick pussy lips with the inner lips curling outside of the outer ones and a big fat clit sticking out from between them all.
"Pretty hot, huh?" Carol asked, running a hand between her legs, her fingers trailing through her pussy and then up to her mouth where she sucked on them.
"Unbelievable!" was all I could manage to croak as Carol pulled her string bikini on, just barely enough material to cover her nipples and pussy.
"See you," she cried out, running out the sliding doors to the beach and to the water where she dove in, surfacing a minute or so later, turning on her back, her bathing suit appearing transparent from where John stood on the porch shaking his head.
This is going to be a very rough week, he said to himself, closing the sliding doors and collapsing into one of the two chairs. Carol's bag was on the floor next to the chair John was sitting in and he glanced down at it, noticing that it was open and that there were some photos just visible. Glancing towards the beach and seeing that Carol was still in the water, he opened her bag further, enough to extract the half a dozen photos. The first one was Carol with a group of young people, athletes from the look of them, black, white, male, female. They were a good-looking bunch, John thought, moving to the next photo and freezing in total shock. This was a photo of Carol and the other three girls on their hands and knees, naked, a cock stuck into them from behind, another in their mouths. The cock in Carol's pussy happened to belong to a black man and it looked huge.
The next photo caused John to sag back in his seat. In this one Carol was astride one of the boys while another had her ass impaled while one of the black boys had his cock in her mouth. The next photo was Carol and the other three girls in a daisy chain, sucking each other's pussies. John was about to go to the next photo when he noticed Carol running up the beach towards the apartment. He quickly shoved the photos back into her bag and tried to pull it shut just as Carol arrived at the sliding doors, breathing hard, her full breasts heaving from the exertion.
"That is just great," she said, stepping into the apartment and closing the doors behind her. "An ocean for the backyard. You're so lucky."
"It is nice," I agreed, still in shock from the photos I had seen.
"You have a towel?" she asked, stripping out of her bathing suit to stand there naked, her arms wrapped around herself.
"Yeah, sure," I replied, getting to my feet and getting a towel and handing it to her.
Carol proceeded to dry off, totally unconcerned about her nakedness in front of me. I was having a hard time not having my cock get hard watching her. And then she bent forward to flip her hair forward to dry it, her legs spread and her ass and pussy just a foot or so from my face. Her pussy was incredible. Big fat pussy lips, nicely spread apart for her inner lips to curl outside of them, the biggest fattest clit he had ever seen sticking out from between it all. It was a pussy made for sucking was all he could think, his cock getting harder and harder in his pants. And then Carol looked back through her legs at him, seeing where his eyes were.
"It's a nice pussy, isn't it, dad?" she asked, running one hand between her legs and dragging her fingers through her pussy. "People just love sucking it," she said, sliding a finger up into herself and then putting her finger in her mouth and gently sucking on it. "It's a nice tasting pussy."
"Carol, I'm your father, for christ's sake. What are you doing?"
"Oh, that doesn't matter," she replied, standing up and turning around. "I've been on the pill forever," she said, stepping forward and putting her right foot up on the arm of his chair, bringing her pussy right up to his face. "Wouldn't you like to taste my pussy, dad?" she asked, her hand between her legs, spreading her lips wide, her clit sticking out. "Go ahead, lick it, dad, lick my pussy for me," she said, slipping a finger into herself and then placing it on his lips.
John couldn't help himself. He let Carol slide her finger into his mouth and he sucked on it, tasting her pussy juices. And it was the sweetest pussy he'd ever tasted. He couldn't believe what was happening to him as he found himself sticking his tongue out and Carol pushing her pussy closer and he was sucking on her, tasting his daughter's pussy. His mind was blown and blowing even further as he ate the finest pussy he had ever tasted. Carol rubbed all over him and from the gasping and the juices John figured that she was just cumming non-stop. When Carol finally couldn't stand any more, she sank to her knees between his legs, pulling his pants down and engulfing his cock, taking the whole thing into her mouth and down her throat.
Carol sucked his cock like it had never been sucked. Her whole mouth and throat seemed to milk him all at once. And she obviously loved doing it too. All too quickly John felt his balls begin to churn and he knew he was about to blow his load right into his own daughter's mouth. He started to say something when she gripped his ass, obviously sensing what was about to happen. Just as he began to explode John felt one of Carol's fingers slide into his ass and he began to cum like he had never cum before, filling her eager gulping mouth over and over and over, the sensation of her finger up his ass turning him on incredibly. When he finally finished cumming and Carol had sucked him dry, she lifted her face from his cock, licking the head one more time.
"Boy, dad, you sure cum a lot," she said with a smile. "I really like that."
