Fleshy Scenery

Great! One phone call and three whole days on the coast with Sharon, my daughter, Whom I have not seen since she started college last year.

The pressure at the office will melt for this widower in the next seventy-two hours because Sharon has made beach plans for the two of us.

Nice to have a short vacation after working twelve straight weeks without a day off. Anyway, this passive, slightly built fifty- two-year-old is packed and ready to go.

Sharon picked me up at the airport and we drove to her small apartment. Her “hovel” as she calls it, was attractive and well furnished.

From the time to time I sent her money, but she has an excellent part-time job in computers.

While unpacking, Sharon informed me that she knew of a secluded cove that is just right for sunbathing. Also, she said I would really like it at that particular area.

So, I rummaged further through my suitcase for swim trunks and beach goodies.

I looked over and noticed that Sharon had packed a ping pong paddle. Odd, but didn’t think too much of it.

The drive took about ten minutes to the approach of Sharon’s secluded cove. We parked and walked down a large flight of wooden steps. She said that it was about a mile walk. As we trudged the shore the weather was perfect, with dark blue breakers slamming against the shore.

As we approached the cove, I notice a sign wired to a large, rusty drainage pipe in the cliff which read: “ATTENTION BEGINNING OF NUDE BEACH AREA.”

Sharon looked at me as I read the sign and said, “Do you mind, Daddy?”

This was part of your time-off package. Thought you might like to take in some fleshy scenery.”

Sharon love to throw you a curve now and then. My devil daughter.

I frowned, looked straight ahead, but started thinking. My god seeing my twenty-year-old daughter nude?

This five foot-seven shapely offspring. My thoughts turned to fire as they rushed to puff my prick.

I was kind of hesitant. But after all, she had planned this outing.

Who was I to spoil it?

As she had read my thoughts, she said, “Daddy, it’s not mandatory for you to be nude.”

Looking down at my bulgy trunks, she added almost in a whisper, “Do you mind if…I…strip?’ I could only shrug my shoulders and shake my head in compliance, while blood gorged and tightened my shaft.

We got to the cove soon after and indeed it was private, for it was a late summer weekday and the cove lay far away from the usual beach activities.

The blanket was spread, and Sharon removed her beach jacket plus her bra and bikini bottoms.

Her nakedness had me gulping for breath. Her tits were 38D and she had shaved her public hair.

She looked at me with hands on hips, nodded, and laughing, said, “Well, are you going to get out of your trunks?”

She picked up on my shyness, looking at my trunk snake, and said seriously, “It’s okay, I know you must have a hard-on by now, I’ve seen them before.”

I went into my father mode, “Young lady…I…” Then quickly changed my mind while casually lowering my trunks.

Sharon noticed my cock assuming an arc and snickered while pelting me a few teasing, “My, My.”

She made a suggestion of getting on the blanket and talking.

I laid on my stomach looking at the surf while she laid beside mein the opposite direction with her youthful, hairless, lips only thirty-six inches away.

They were thin, pinkish much like her mother’s. Further, I noticed a touch of wetness on them.

She kind of apologized about the nudity, but she thought old dad could handle it, being that I was one of the few people in the fanikly quite liberal about sex scene.

I told her it didn’t really bother me but, like most men, I do ger aroused.

She laughed at that, and then went to the subject of when she was younger se would often do mean things just to het spanked.

She said, “Daddy’s spanking at time felt exciting.”

Even today she liked spankings but couldn’t find anyone who would spank her. “Too kinky,” they would say.

I asked if that was the reason, she brought her ping-pong paddle.

She frankly stated that she wouldn’t miss an opportunity to be paddle, even if done by her own father again.

My cock went iron.

She quickly got up, reached into her beach bag and brought out the ping-pong paddles.

She placed the object in my hand, almost commanding, ‘Do me daddy, spank my ass.”

She then turned around toward the shore, got on her hands and knees and whispered, “Please Daddy, spank my ass hard like you use too.”

I was now debating. I didn’t want to hurt her, so I gave her a small tap.

“Harder than that!” she ordered.

I don’t know what came over me, but I really laid into it.

She squealed and cried, “That’s it! Again!” I slapped hard three more times as she moaned, rubbing her right tit and finally placing her fingers on her clit.

Frap, frap, frap good ones.

Her ass was now a rose pink as she rubbed her clit faster.

Sharon said, “Stick a finger in and hit daddy!”

I did as she asked. I placed a middle finger in her twat while frapping her with my other hand.

Her pussy became tight, literally dripping.

Her cunt sucked my finger as she attained her first groaning spasm.

She started pushing her ass toward the paddle as It came in contact.

More hits echoed the cliffs, the muscles of her cunt pulsating, contracting with each blow to her reddened ass.

Two more strikes against those sweet cheeks, and my daughter groaned and went into a guttural moan.

She further backed her ass toward me, “Daddy, I need to be fucked!”

She was still on her hands and knees, legs spread a little wider, looking toward the breakers, when I maneuvered my eight inch cock in and around her bald lips

It only took one up and down head movement in her vulva for her to push her hungry cunt onto my cock.

By stroke five, her ass was dancing like a butterfly. It was up, down, sideways, all angles at the same time, increasing the joy of feeling as my cock rammed into her accommodating cunt.

I grabbed her hips to slow her enthusiasm or I’d end up belching my fertilizing juice too soon.

“Ram me hard, Daddy, ram me, ram me!” She was clutching sand with each thrilling upward thrust, her head going form left to right and back again with moans of immeasurable pleasure.

Suddenly, my balls signaled an upward surge of cum as I shifted to short strokes.

Sharon picked up on it and started jamming her ass, further engulfing my hard-on.

When I felt the pressure semen started the trip, I cried, “Oh, Sharon, I’m starting to cum…blast…your…belly…ooooooohhhhh.”

Like an automatic weapon the cum shot out in her meaty channel as she made tiny orbits with her bottom.

I could feel her bloated lips gripping and un-gripping my cock. Even as the last string of cum dribbled out she was still arching, circling her ass for more of my cum.

As we ground to a halt, and at almost at the same time, Sharon and I noticed to our right a senior couple coming into our cove, walking along the shore not forty-five feet away. The old man squinted at us, obviously of poor sight.

Surprise had as where we didn’t make a move as we were still coupled like a pair of tired dogs.

We heard the elderly man yell at his hard-of-hearing wife as they passed by, “Ya know, Florence every year they make those sand sculptures look more and more realistic!” As they disappeared to the left, we rolled over each other in convulsions.