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Swimming with the Dolphins

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Warning – This is an Incest Category story so if this category offends, please proceed no further.

Rest assured – No Dolphins were porpoise-ly abused in the writing of this story. The one Dolphin that was unfortunately injured when she banged her nose on the bottom of my kayak during this stories research phase is now resting comfortably at a Dolphin hospice two miles east of South Beach. She’s under the tender care of her Daddy.

* * * * *

“Hello beautiful,” was gaily sung out and into my ear when I reluctantly picked up the phone on a dreary and cold, early December, Ohio morning.

‘What does he want, why’s he calling me anyway?’ I thought, recognizing my Daddy’s deep baritone voice. “Hi Daddy, I’m pretty busy now,” I started rudely, not wanting to waste any more time away from my writing.

“I finally moved into my new house Samantha, just wanted to give you all the details, address, phone number, etc.”

“Can’t you just e-mail me the details?” I answered gruffly.

“I could sweetie, but then I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to my favorite person in the world,” Daddy replied with his customary smile in his voice.

At fifty-seven he’s still as smooth as ever, I thought, and couldn’t help smiling in spite of all the anger, the resentment I still felt for him. A couple of words and I fall under his spell, I muttered to myself, as a flood of perfect memories cascaded through my mind.

“I’m writing a story,” I whined, unwilling to let him see how easily he could make me succumb to his charm.

“I saw a school of dolphins this morning hon,” he went on.

“What? Where?” I gasped, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice, but then added, in a disbelieving, questioning tone, “You’re just making that up, aren’t you?”

“Oh you would have loved it Sammi,” he started with an enthusiasm that I could remember from a thousand bedtime tales he’d told me in the past, and I suddenly realized from where had sprung my only love, my joy of writing stories.


“I’m still here Daddy,” I whispered, momentarily distraught at the discovery, knowing that my estrangement from my Dad had cut me off from a vital part of myself.

“I was kayaking early this morning sweetie, out on the bay, it’s warm down here you know honey,” he laughed, the warmth in his voice still able to send a shiver down my spine.

“How warm Daddy?” I asked, now completely unable to keep the interest out of my voice.

“Oh it was about eighty degrees this morning Sam, and the ocean was as smooth as I’ve ever seen it, like glass. I was alone, paddling across the bay, between the city and the beach, and then all of a sudden, fifteen, maybe twenty dolphins appeared, surrounded me,”

“Was it sunny out Daddy?” I interrupted, wishing to get the picture just right in my mind.

“Oh yes sweetie, the sun was sitting all alone in the sky, and the ocean was a hundred different hues of blue and green, and the dolphins bodies seemed to sparkle as they jumped around me.”

“They jumped? What did you do Daddy? Did they make any noises, did you touch them?” I asked, now completely lost in the moment, my imagination filling in every scent, every color, every texture.

“I SWAN WITH THE DOLPHINS honey,” Daddy whispered, almost reverentially.

“You swan with them? What? How? Oh Daddy, I wish I’d been there. What was it like Daddy?” I almost cried, while thinking in another part of my mind, ‘how come I never have things like this happen to me, why do other people have wonderful things happen to them and not me’.

“You could,” Daddy went on, “Its one of the reasons I called.”

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing for Christmas, the holidays Sam?”

“The usual. Not much. I’ll probably go visit Mom on Christmas Eve, see my step-sisters,” I responded, almost apologizing.

“What about whats-his-name?”

“You know his name Daddy,” I hissed, now angry at both of them.

“Sorry honey,” he immediately apologized but I knew he wasn’t sorry at all.

“He’ll be with his children Daddy, you know that.”

“Leaving you alone for Christmas again, I suppose,” he added acidly, Dad’s dislike of my husband a longstanding issue between us, just one of many that had poisoned our relationship.

“It’s none of your business Daddy,” I replied with ice in my voice, the sultry warmth of Biscayne Bay long forgotten.

“I’m just now e-mailing you a Christmas gift,” he finally said after seconds of silence. “And I don’t want to hear anything back from you for a week,” he ordered.

“What do you mean?” I asked, mystified by his request. “It’s too early for Christmas gifts anyway. And I don’t have any money to buy you anything,” I added petulantly.

“What I mean sweetie is this,” he said, “Look at my gift and before you decide anything take one week just to think about it. Just accepting my gift will be all the present I need from you.”


“Gotta go now honey, need to work on my tan, I’ll call you in a week,” he ended as I heard his receiver drop into its cradle.

“Daddy?” I whined, confused and also stunned, it was I who always hung up on him.

Dolphins, probably just another of his cock and bull stories, I muttered to myself, as I turned to my computer, already on and open to my latest story.

Quickly switching to yahoo I read;

Dear Sam,

Find attached a confirmation for a ticket, Cincinnati-Miami, Dec. 22nd, return Dec 27th. I’d so much like you to spend the holidays with me. I know, I know, but please, think about it. Also, the tickets non-refundable, love ya


“Screw you!” I said aloud to the empty room. Who’s he think he is anyway? Just like him to buy a non-refundable ticket, knowing I’d feel guilty wasting his money like that. He knows I could’ve used the cash, I fumed.

I typed for the next hour but when I finally quit for lunch knew I’d produced only garbage, and turned off the computer without hitting the save button. My gritty detective story, set on the mean streets of Cincinnati, my latest attempt to produce a ‘best seller’, didn’t mix with the visions of sun-kissed dolphins that were still swimming in my head.

Damn you Daddy, I thought for the thousandth time, why’d you leave your little daughter?

Twenty-six and married for eight years and you’re still blaming your father, my conscience argued back. Grow up girl!

That’s my bloody problem, I knew, the inability to even decide who was to blame for my life. The thing is, when you get to my age, blaming your father, your mother, your husband, the neighbors, God, even the dogs for all my problems doesn’t quite cut it anymore. I had recently began to suspect that I had some responsibility for my life, and that maybe I’d better start doing something about it.

Born twenty-six years ago in a small northern suburb of Cincinnati, I was the only child of a city police detective and a school teacher Mom. I knew now that it been an idyllic existence, a nice home in a good neighborhood, loving parents and great friends.

But somehow it had all fallen apart. Just as I was about to hit sixteen, sweet sixteen as everyone calls it, Mom and Dad separated and within months she moved in her boyfriend plumber, someone she had been secretly seeing for months.

I know now, hell, I even knew then, that it wasn’t just a matter of assigning blame, that relationships are so much more complicated, but still I came out of their breakup fixing the blame squarely on Dad.

I knew he loved me, always had and always would, but somehow as the years had passed, as other troubles had arisen, my screwed up marriage, my bad health, my inability to get my stories published, I let the estrangement grow, never letting him help me when he offered. ‘I won’t go,’ I promised myself, even though at heart I still yearned for his unrelenting love.

~ ~~ ~ ~ ~

“What is this anyway?” my loving husband asked that night at dinner, as he moved his fork through the food on his plate, a look of distaste on his face.

“Screw you,” I muttered, not willing to take any of his shit tonight.

“Christ Sam, you’ve got all day and all you have to do is cook one fucking edible meal for your husband. Is that asking too goddam much?” he snarled, our evening starting in our typical fashion. “I work all day to put this food on the table while you waste your time on your stupid stories.”

“Yeah right Mr. Perfect Husband. Which of your little coeds did you fuck today? Blond little Cindy or was it Monnnnniccca?”

“Shut up you bitch!” he screamed as he jumped up from the table, upending his full plate of spaghetti all over the white tablecloth.

Jesus, I thought, recognizing the guilty blush that spread across his face, he did get laid today. Was I ever that fucking naive, I thought, falling in love with this jerk, my community college English professor. He’d been forty-three when I met him, divorced with two children and I, a seventeen year old freshman, becoming a writer my only desire, had fallen hard for the older man who had praised my work.

I married him at eighteen, and even today wondered why he had insisted on it. He certainly didn’t love me, not even then. Both Mom and Dad had argued against it, the one thing they’d agreed on after their divorce. “He’s a loser,” Dad said to me simply after he had met him just once, “He’ll never make you happy Sam.”

It had taken me three years to realize that every year he’d pick one or two of his students to be his bedmates for the year, the ultimate proof provided when I arrived home early one day to find him fucking a petite, blond, eighteen year old poet doggie style on the living room rug.

We hadn’t had sex since that day four years ago, in fact I hadn’t had sex, period, for four years. What a jerk I’ve been, I told myself, as I sobbed softly at the dinner table, the spilled spaghetti oozing silently everywhere.

I sent the e-mail later that night, still fuming about hubby’s latest indiscretion, a simple response – ‘Dad, I’ve decided to come. What clothes do I need? Sam’ – but the second I hit the send button I regretted it. I went to bed, alone in my own bedroom, cursing myself for my continuing stupidity.

December 22nd Miami

“Sam, Sam, over here,” I heard called as I moved through the gate at Miami International, and turning saw Dad running toward me, a huge grin on his face.

“Daddddddy,” I squealed as he lifted me high up in the air, holding me effortlessly above him. “Daddy,” I said again, firmly this time, trying to show a displeasure I didn’t really feel, “Let me down, my back.”

Laughing, he let me slide down his body, engulfing me in his long arms the second my feet hit the floor, his lips finding mine in a fatherly kiss.

“Daddy!” I protested, “Daddy, stop now!” As I struggled to evade his warm embrace I couldn’t help remembering how I used to welcome Daddy’s hug, how the first thing he did every night when he arrived home from work was to lift me up and twirl me and toss me, how with a broad smile on his face he’d ask me how my day had been, how I’d wait at the front door, so eager for this same embrace.

I’m an adult now, no time for foolish games, one side of me argued, while deep inside another voice answered, ‘God, you’ve become a cold bitch Samantha.’

“Oh my God, it’s hot,” I complained as we passed out of the terminal into the steaming Miami air. “I don’t think I’ll be able to take this,” I added, while my inner voice ordered, ‘shut up you fool, its beautiful here.’

“You could be in the sleet and snow of Cincinnati hon,” Dad replied.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I continued to pout, wincing inside at my rudeness.

“Clothes are easy Sam,” Dad chuckled, clearly unwilling to let my bad mood bother him.

~ ~ ~ ~

“You live here?” I gasped as we turned through a small gate and wound toward a house set in the midst of a tropical garden. “It’s so perfect,” I couldn’t help but add, this beautiful oasis just the end of an almost magical ride we’d taken through the beauty of Miami and across the grandeur of Biscayne Bay. “How’d you ever afford it anyway?” I asked suspiciously.

“Clean living?” Daddy asked rhetorically, but then admitted, “It was really just luck hon. My broker got me into ‘’ in a big way just before it went through the roof. Then a year later I quadrupled my money in a dot com called ‘’. I’ve gone from an old cop with a fifty thousand buck pension and medical benefits to a multimillionaire,” he finished laughing.

“You didn’t send me any,” I pouted, as he lifted my bag and led me into the house.

“What’s-his-name makes more than me.”

“Yeah sure,” I muttered as he dropped my bag in the foyer and led me through the house towards the glass filled wall at the back of the house that looked out on the Bay and Miami beyond.

“Oh my God,” I couldn’t help but gasp as I stepped through the patio doors and the vista revealed itself. The house was set on a large waterfront lot, facing the opening into Indian Creek and then Biscayne Bay beyond. Miami was visible across the bay, the tall buildings of downtown shimmering in the distance.

The yard, full of palm trees and colorful flowering shrubs, contained a beautiful secluded turquoise pool, and led down to a moorage where a large, sporty fishing boat bobbed. As I stood on the patio, stunned by the tranquil beauty, Dad nudged me and said, “C’mon honey, go get your bathing suit on and we’ll have a little drink by the pool.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

We spent the afternoon tanning by the pool, swimming occasionally to ease the heat. We weren’t comfortable together; our conversation stilted whenever we didn’t lapse into silence. But as the afternoon and evening passed, the sun, and the wine and other drinks slowly loosened my tongue, allowing me finally to say some of the things I held inside so long.

“You know I always blamed you, don’t you?” I whispered.

“You made it pretty clear honey,” an anger I’d never heard before now evident in Daddy’s voice.

“When you suddenly left I felt so abandoned,” I added, tears forming in both my eyes.

“Christ Sam, your Mother threw me out! It wasn’t like I forgot about you. Shit, I called you every day; you both treated me like I was the scum of the earth. Your Mother was living with that plumber within a month. I’m living in some dingy, little rat hole, one room apartment in Cincinnati and you two are living a life of luxury in my house with some asshole plumber,” he almost screamed.

“I knew Daddy,” I tried to interrupt with.

“God, that little mother fucker pipe-fitter doesn’t know how close he came to swallowing some lead,” Daddy ranted, “If it hadn’t been for you Samantha I think I would have killed them both.”

“I KNEW!” I yelled.

“What, you knew what Sam?” he demanded.

“I knew about Mommy. I knew she had a boyfriend, I knew she was cheating on you Daddy. I wanted to tell you but I was so scared, and then she kicked you out and………….. Oh Daddy I felt so guilty,” I spewed out, the urgent words flowing unchecked from my mouth.

“If I had told you, if only I had told you,” I sobbed, “Maybe you could have done something, saved the marriage, stayed with me, loved me………… Then I blamed you Daddy. I don’t know why, but one day I realized it wasn’t my fault, it was yours! You’d abandoned me; you’d abandoned your only daughter!”

He held me as I sobbed, simply enveloping me in his strong arms and drawing me into his warm body as my tears rolled onto his shirt. “You probably hate me, don’t you?” I finally asked looking up into his forever welcoming eyes.

“I probably should,” Daddy agreed, “but I do make some allowances for you, for your”

“For my what?”

“Your hardheadedness sweetie,” he said laughing. “Now let’s go to bed. We’ve got all week to talk. Oh, by the way, I’m taking you to the nude beach tomorrow; you won’t have to worry about how old or out of style your suit is, you won’t need one. It’ll give you a chance to get an all-over tan,” he ended, his eyes smiling as he went towards his room.

“Whaaaaaaaat?” I shrieked at his retreating back.

December 23rd

“I’m wearing my bathing suit,” I insisted as soon as we walked through the wall of seagrass and I saw the hundreds of naked people sprawled everywhere on the sandy beach.

“Probably wise in your case,” Daddy agreed as he led me, my mouth agape and my eyes flitting from one exposed body part to the next, down the beach to an open area where he proceeded to drop our stuff.

“What’s that mean?” I demanded.

“Nothing sweetie,” he replied merrily, as he spread our towels under the umbrella he had just raised. “Make sure you put on lots of sunblock Sammi,” he added as he pulled his tee shirt over his head and then lowered his hands to his shorts.

Oh shit, I’m going to see my Father naked, I told myself, as I quickly turned away, only to find myself staring at two flapping penises that were walking towards me. “Oh God,” I moaned, turning back to Dad just in time to see his fat cock pop out of his pants. Sweet Jesus, look how big he is, how long, I groaned inwardly.

“What honey?”

“Nothing Dad, nothing,” I quickly replied.

“Could you put some sunblock on my back Sam?” he asked, handing me a tube of Hawaiian Tropic 15.

“Sure Dad,” I answered, and after taking the tube and squeezing a fat dollop of cream on my hands, tentatively started to spread it over his back. “What, what’s so funny?” I finally demanded as I could hear him chuckling merrily.

“You’re a little nervous aren’t you hon?” he laughed.

“Of course I’m a little fucking nervous Dadddddy! I’ve got about a thousand naked pricks facing me every where I look. What a goddam nightmare! I’m going for a swim now,” I announced, “I’ll see you later.”

For twenty minutes I stayed in the ocean, watching the comings and goings until I finally got at least a little more comfortable with the bodies around me.

“It’s not that bad,” I announced when I finally returned and sat down next to Dad.

“What sweetie?”

“Nudity. They’re just people after all. Nothing special, I can do this,” I said, trying to convince myself, to screw up the courage.

“Don’t feel you have to Sam,” Dad responded as he closed his eyes.

Quickly stripping the wet bathing suit from my body, I sat, and then rapidly scanned the area, trying to catch just one of these nude perverts watching me. “There! See Dad, it wasn’t any problem.”

“Good honey,” Dad mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

“Don’t you want to see? I mean ……….. I’m naked now, no problemo,” I finished, flopping down on my stomach.

“Here, let me do your back,” Daddy offered as he rose to a kneeling position next to me.

Oh my God, I murmured inaudibly as Dad’s two hands moved from my shoulders to my upper back and then circled sideways and back up. ‘Stop trembling you idiot,’ I ordered myself, as the first male hands that had touched me in over four years slowly massaged the sticky cream into my back. ‘It’s just your Dad’ I tried to remind myself, still shaking.

‘Oh no, he’s not going to do my ass is he?’ I cried inwardly as his fingers moved down to my waist. Straining my neck backward to see where Daddy was going next, I couldn’t help but see it, hanging down between his legs, its large, bulbous head lightly bouncing against my thigh as his hands caressed.

“Daddy!” I squealed as his two warm palms enveloped my rear cheeks, squeezing, and spreading, as they rubbed in the white cream.

“What Sam?”

“I can probably do the rest now Daddy, thanks,” I offered.

“I don’t mind Sammi, you have very soft skin, honey, just like a baby’s bum,” he ended laughing, as he ran a finger slowly between my cheeks, teasing the little anal opening as it passed.

We stayed on the beach most of the afternoon, talking and laughing and swimming and just enjoying ourselves, something I knew I hadn’t done nearly enough of over the past seven years. But I couldn’t stop the continual straying of my eyes, eyes which repeatedly came to rest on Daddy, his incredible maleness so obvious, even among a thousand naked men.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Its strange Daddy,” I started that evening, as we sipped wine on an outdoor couch while our steaks sizzled on the grill.

“Whats that Sam?”

“I was happy today Daddy.”

“Is that so strange?”

“For me, yes,” I admitted. “I thought I’d be so embarrassed today, without any clothes on and everything, but”

“But you were so excited by all those male bodies that you forget to be angry at me,” Dad said laughing, but with a look that nakedly exposed his love for me.

“Ha, ha Daddy,” I groaned as I nestled against him. “They do come in all sizes though don’t they? And you know Daddy, for an old man you’re not so bad, in fact you’re quite good-looking, some might even say a hunk. I saw more than one elderly lady looking closely at you Daddy, checking out the equipment so to speak,” I teased.

“Old ladies,” he huffed, pretending to be hurt. “It was that cute blond, you know, the one just over from you, you know shaven, down below,” he leered, “She’s the one for me. She was quite interested I think.”

“God Daddy, she was, like sixteen,” but then remembering, stopped in mid sentence.

“What,” Daddy asked as I sat silent.

“I was just remembering. It was the summer before Mom and you, well, you know. Anyway, my friends and I were all out in the backyard sunbathing in our new little bikinis and you came out shirtless. They all thought you were so sexy.”

“Who did?”

“Oh, Jean and Chrissie and Annie; all my old buddies from those days. And when you left the yard, Chrissie touched herself, down below you know, and said, ‘Ooooooooh Sammi, I wish it was your Daddy’s hand inside my panties.’ It was gross, so gross,” I finished.

“I wish I’d known.”

“Daddy, she was only sixteen! You were married.”

“Not for much longer,” he groused back.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After dinner and a few more drinks, I started again, my lips now more than loosened by the drink I’d swallowed, “Daddy, do you like sex? I mean, do you still do it?”

“Of course honey, Christ, I’m old, but not that old,” he protested, clearly insulted by the question.

“But do you have a girlfriend? Where is she?”

“I’m officially playing the field sweetie. Remember I’ve only been down here six weeks.”

“But you’ve had sex lately?” I pressed, the drink giving me courage.

“Yes, two nights ago,” Dad replied grinning.

“WHAT? With who?”

“It s none of your business,” Dad began, but as he said it I knew the old bugger was dying to spill the beans, and he finally added, “Actually a barmaid I happened to meet, a very nice, intelligent, young girl”

“A barmaid! How old was she?”

“You’re very nosy for someone who’s refused to have much to do with me for almost ten years Samantha. She was nineteen if you must know,” he finished, a proud grin on his face.

“What! That’s younger than me. Christ, she’s almost forty years younger than you,” I gasped. “Why’d she want to sleep with you?”

“Thank you, my love, for those kind words. In fact sweetie, many young girls are attracted to experienced older men. Many ladies, in fact, find your father quite dashing Sam. And what about you, your hubby is what, fifty-three, four?”

“He’s only fifty-two Daddy, and I don’t sleep with……”

“You don’t what?”


“C’mon, my little Sam, give,” he insisted, his cop senses immediately picking up my nervousness.

“WE DON’T HAVE SEX DADDY!” I finally spat out.

“What do you mean?” he asked, a perplexed look on his face.

“I mean Daddy, I don’t sleep with the man you call ‘what’s his name’ any more, in fact I haven’t for over four years.”

“So who are you having sex with, making love to? Is something wrong with him? Is he sick?”

“Whats wrong with him Daddy is that he sleeps with every little bimbo student he can get his little cock into. And I haven’t slept with a man in four years,” I finished, burying my tear streaked face in his arm.


“OHH! Is that all you can say,” I demanded, as I took another stiff shot from my drink.

“Well, I did try to warn you about him.”

“Shut up Daddy,” I warned.

“Yes, you’re right my little one. I think maybe we should both go to bed now before we get too drunk and maudlin,” Daddy agreed.

As I wobbled back into the house, I surprised both him and I when I mumbled, “Thanks Daddy, for today I mean, for everything.”

Quickly glancing at me and recognizing I had actually complimented him, the first he’d received from me in years, his face broke into a broad smile as he answered, “My pleasure Sam, it was all my pleasure.”

“And Daddy,” I added, a mischievous grin on my face, “Do you think we could go back to that beach again tomorrow, maybe at least I’ll get to see what I’m missing.”

December 24th

We were both nursing hangovers as we sat down to juice and coffee the next morning, and as we faced each other I think we both felt a nervous sheepishness towards the other. Had I really told Daddy I hadn’t been laid in four years, I wondered, as I watched him trying to remember exactly what he’d told me.

“C’mon honey,” he finally said as he downed the last of his coffee, “Get your suit on and I’ll take you for a tour of the bay.”

“Aren’t we going to the beach Daddy?”

“Sure sweetie. After I’ve shown you all the highlights we’ll stop at Haulover and spend the afternoon there.”

“We can go there by boat?”

“Yup,” Daddy smiled, “Now go and get your stuff; the boats pulling out in five minutes.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

God, he’s really handsome, I thought, as I watched Daddy standing proudly at the wheel of his ocean going forty-footer, bare-chested and with the wind blowing his hair wildly, grinning as drops of water from the spray splashed off his golden skin. And then I smiled, remembering what he’d looked like naked, the size of him, and the feel of his fingers as they….

“What are you smiling at?” he suddenly asked as we flashed past Bayside and under the bridge, leaving Biscayne Bay for the wider ocean.

“Nothing. Everything,” I mused, understanding now why a pretty barmaid might succumb to his charms.

“What’s that?” I yelled, pointing ahead to what seemed like a mirage in the middle of the ocean.

“Just a house,” he yelled back, our voices vying to be heard over the deep throaty sound of the 340 horse power inboard.

“But it’s in the middle of the bloody ocean,” I protested open mouthed as we neared the large wooden structure sitting on its spindly legs miles from shore.

“It’s called Stiltsville Sam,” he laughed, and then went on to explain the history of this extraordinary group of fishing houses in the middle of nowhere.

“But it makes no sense,” I argued, but of course it did, their existence a proof of mankind’s incredible adaptability, imagination and skill.

It was while we were eating lunch at a small restaurant on the Miami River, a plate of stone crabs in front of me, that I asked him, “What else are you going to do with your life Daddy? Your still young enough, don’t you want to try something else?”

“You mean besides fishing and boating and swimming and nineteen year olds?” he asked, small flecks of light dancing in his dark eyes. Then, after a pause, he added, “Well I am starting at FIU in January.”

“FIU?” I asked, confused.

“Florida International University hon, home of the Panthers and a top notch English Department.”

“English Department?” And then suddenly remembering blurted out, “They have a great school of creative writing Daddy, I’ve read about it. It’s one of the best in America. What are you going to study there Daddy?”

“Writing, of course,” he replied, a wide smile splitting his face. “I’m going for my MFA – master of fine arts, majoring in creative writing.”

“But Daddy, you can’t write!” I sputtered, astounded at his words. “I mean, you haven’t done much writing, I’m sure you might be able………. But this is an advanced degree……… I mean,” I stammered.

“Thanks sweetie,” he huffed, a hurt expression on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry Daddy, but, I don’t understand………. How did you get accepted? …….. I mean, was it some sort of senior citizen thing?”

“My little barmaid didn’t think it was a senior citizen thing honey,” he complained, but then with a big grin added, “I fooled them Sam.”

“Who? How?”

“Well, of course they wanted samples of my work,” he said winking. “Now who do I know who could provide me with stories?”

Seeing my blank look, he went on, “Who else but Samantha Danielle Scouries.”

“What?” I couldn’t help shrieking, and as twenty heads turned towards me, wailed, “You used my stories in your application? Where’d you get them? You can’t have, its……its dishonest Daddy.”

Holding a finger to his lips, he whispered, a sly leering Groucho Marx smile on his face, “Just don’t tell anyone sweetie.”

“But Daddy,” I started, but the pure audacity, the nerve of his action left me wordless.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“That’s it honey,” Dad said, pointing towards the shore as we roared north through the bay after lunch.

“That’s what Daddy?” I asked listlessly, still not recovered from the jolt produced by his words. ‘It should be me,’ I couldn’t help thinking, ‘I’m the writer, why does Daddy have all the luck. And with my own stories!’

“The campus, honey, that’s where I’ll be studying, the Biscayne Bay Campus of FIU. I’ll even be able to boat to school if I want,” he said gleefully, his words just adding to my anger.

“It looks more like a resort Daddy, I don’t think you’ll learn much there,” I responded bitterly.

“But think of all the young coeds Sammi, ready to help an old man with his homework,” he chuckled back at me.

God, he’s enjoying this, I suddenly realized, as he turned the boat towards the gap leading from the Intercoastal to the ocean and the nude beach just beyond.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Today my shyness was gone and after I had quickly stripped, I stood proudly for seconds, stretching languidly; happy now to catch the men sitting close by staring avidly at me. “Ahh,” I shrieked when I suddenly felt a hand touch my back. “Gee Daddy, you startled me,” I complained as he spread the sunblock over me.

“I think we just might be able to solve your lack of sex problem, honey,” he whispered in my ear as his hands continued to caress my back. “In fact, I think I see about fifteen eager candidates right in front of you.”

“Daddy!” I hissed, blushing as I turned toward him. “Ohhhh,” I moaned as my breasts moved into his rubbing hands. Jumping back and then quickly sitting I took the tube from his hand muttering I’d do the rest. My tits were still tingling minutes later, every square inch of skin his fingers had touched seemingly on fire as my nipples stretched upward.

“Do you want to do me now?” I heard.

“What! Oh OK, yes,” I stammered as I took the tube from his hands.

“I’m not touching your penis Daddy,” I whispered as I slowly worked the rich white cream deeply into his chest and then down over his stomach.

“I should hope not Sammi,” he chuckled, obviously enjoying my discomfort greatly. “Innocent young girls touching men’s penises are a recipe for disaster,” he added laughing.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“ROD! Oh Rod,” I heard yelled, and opening my eyes saw two naked teenagers rushing towards Dad.

“Candy, France,” Dad intoned almost reverentially after jumping to his feet, and then gave each a big kiss on each cheek.

“We were afraid we weren’t going to see you today,” the blond, Candy, trilled, as she leant into Daddy’s chest, rubbing her surgically enhanced bosom enthusiastically against him.

“Merry Christmas girls, I’m glad I got to see you before you left.”

France was now rubbing against Daddy and as I looked up at them couldn’t help but notice as she rubbed her shaven mound against his long penis.

Dad finally noticed me as I stood and belatedly made the instructions, “Candy, France, this is my daughter from Ohio, Samantha; Sam these are my friends Candy and France.”

“Oh, like wow Mr. S,” Candy enthused, “that’s so cool, a father and daughter able to be nude together. God, my Daddy would have a fit. You’re lucky Sam,” she said turning to me, “to have such a nice father. And he’s handsome too,” she gushed.

“And sexy too!” France added, her pussy now directly against Daddy’s now growing cock, as she stood against him on tip toe.

“Why don’t you girls join us?” I heard Daddy offer.

“We can’t Mr.S, we’ve got to leave for Orlando in a few minutes. I’m taking France home for Christmas to Mommy’s house. We’ll be back next Tuesday though Rod, we’ll be working our regular shift,” she finished, a leering invitation on her lips.

“Yes, I’m working on a special dance for you Rod,” France interjected and as she turned to go, she ran her hand leisurely over Daddy prick while she licked her lips.

“Friends! God Daddy! Where do you know those two from? Are they strippers?” I demanded as soon as the little sluts were out of earshot. “How old are they anyway?”

“They’re professional dancers Sam, very nice, hardworking girls,” Daddy lied.

“They’re sluts Daddy, I saw her put her hand right on your big prick,” I insisted. “You haven’t slept with them have you?”

“I think its time we both had a swim honey,” he replied infuriatingly, and as he pulled me to my feet and escorted me to the water added, “Maybe we shouldn’t tell each other everything about our sex lives honey, you know, keep a few secrets.”

“Christ, what’s to tell, I don’t have a sex life,” I muttered as Dad effortlessly lifted me in his strong arms and tossed me into the surf.

Christmas Eve

“I’d forgotten how much I love the Midnight service on Christmas,” I told Daddy as we walked down the stairs of the church, still elated from the hour of singing the Christmas songs I’d loved so much in my youth..

“Don’t you and whats-his-name go?” he asked.

“He’s not a practicing Christian anymore Daddy.”

“The asshole doesn’t seem to practice anything as far as I can see,” Dad snorted back. “I don’t get it honey, here you are, you and Mr. Wonderful, in bed, and he doesn’t do anything?”

“We sleep in separate rooms Daddy.”


“Will you read me a bedtime Christmas story Daddy,” I finally asked, breaking the silence that had hung between us as we had ridden home. “Like you used to,” I begged, “Remember, when I was young and you’d put on your white beard and your Santa hat and you’d let me curl up next to you in bed…..”

“I remember,” he answered gruffly, but I knew he was happy when he draped his arm around me and pulled me against him.

I was sitting up in bed when Daddy entered; I dressed primly in an old, long flannel nightgown, the only bedwear I’d brought from home. “You found a hat, a Santa’s hat, and a beard,” I cried as he approached the bed, dressed in a long, dark red silk robe.

“It’s Christmas, what’d you expect?” he snarled as he sat next to me on the bed and curled his arm around my shoulder, drawing me against me.

“Is it ‘The Night Before Christmas’?” I eagerly asked, reaching to grab the book from his hand. I was a seven year old girl again as Daddy started, the first line of ‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house’ music to my ears.

But by the time Daddy got to the end, both of us were singing out the lines at the top of our voices, no need for the book as we easily dredged every syllable from so many happy memories we each had of other Christmases –

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

“Oh Daddy, I’m so happy I came,” I said as we fell laughing into each others arms.

“Me too honey,” Daddy replied, bending his head to kiss my forehead. “Now you tell me a story,” he demanded.

“What story?”

“One of yours. Tell me one of yours Sam,” he insisted.

“But I don’t have any with me,” I protested.

“You’re the writer,” he laughed, “Make one up.”

And I did. My head resting on his chest, I started to tell Daddy a story about a beautiful princess, a princess who foolishly ran away from her father the king in anger, a princess who had many unhappy experiences before she finally realized her mistake. “And the Princess returned home Daddy,” I whispered, “And her Father the King welcomed her with open arms and they lived happily ever after.”

“Daddy?” I said looking up. “God, you’re asleep, you fell asleep during my story,” I screeched, as I shook his shoulder to try to wake him. Dead to the world he slept on, so finally, laughing, I gently pulled the beard and hat from his head. “I guess you’ll have to sleep with me,” I mumbled to the room as I slid the robe from his shoulders, baring his body to the waist.

‘Do you have any bottoms on?’ I asked silently, as I cautiously undid the belt and opened the robe. ‘No, I guess not,’ I muttered as I pondered my next move. ‘I saw him naked all day,’ I argued to myself, ‘what’s the big deal’ and quickly slid the silk under his body.

I sat watching him for minutes, my eyes continually flying to his groin, drawn to the sleeping monster, so innocent now as it lay in repose across his wide thigh. ‘What are you doing,’ I hissed to myself as my fingers lightly lifted it, gently stroked it, before dropping it angrily.

‘He’s my father, just my father,’ I continued, in a weird conversation with myself, and then quickly lifted my flannel nightgown over my head, thinking, ‘It’s much too hot for flannel in Florida, I’ll be more comfortable if I’m naked.’

I lay awake for hours, ecstatic at the feel and comfort that a man’s body was providing me, the first such comfort I’d had in over four long years. ‘I wonder if he finds me attractive, sexy,’ I asked myself as Daddy slept, ‘if he thinks I’m as pretty as France and Candy?’

‘He’s not interested, you little fool,’ I answered myself, as I slid a brazen finger slit along my gash and then urgently frigged my unhooded clit. I fell asleep finally, wet between the legs and aching to feel a man penetrate me, knowing that somehow in the days ahead I was going to address this need I’d been ignoring too long.

I woke up at dawn, spooned with my back against Daddy’s massive chest, a hardness poking uncomfortably into my thigh and rear. Still groggy, I peered down my body, and when I lifted my top leg, trying to ease away from whatever was bothering me, it popped up and out between my legs.

‘Jesus!’ I muttered as I watched transfixed as Daddy’s cock jutted out from between my legs, making it almost appear as if I’d grown my own penis overnight. Quickly turning my head, I saw that Daddy slept on, his hard prick clearly a manifestation of some erotic dream.

“Are you dreaming of me, Daddy?” I whispered as my hand stole to this long growth that stabbed between my thighs.

‘He’s your father, you slut,’ my conscience railed as I rubbed Daddy’s big cockhead lightly along my now moist slit, my pink nether lips distending as I forced the crimson head inside.

“No!” I squealed as I rolled away from him and out of the bed. ‘It’s not right’, I told myself, panting as I looked down on the man I now knew I loved more than any other, the only man I wanted, the only man who could quench the fire that now burned deep in my centre.

For minutes I sat watching him from the side of the bed, arguing back and forth with myself;–

– He’s your father!

– I love him!

– You’re married

– My husband hates me

– It’s against the law

– He’s so handsome

– He’ll never want you

– He loves me

As I watched I finally saw his erection slowly fall, his erotic dream (of me?) finally over. “Oh, I’d love to suck you, kiss you,” I whispered to Daddy’s lovely cock, it’s lone eye seeming to invite me as it lay softly among it’s bed of pubic hair.

I slept somehow, fitfully, dreaming of Daddy, touching me, kissing me, filling me, flooding me……. awakening only just before ten to find him still sleeping soundly.

“Morning,” I heard mumbled groggily, as I came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, toweling the water from my damp hair.

“Oh Daddy, your awake, Merry Christmas,” I sang as I threw myself on the bed and into his surprised arms.

“You’re very chipper and happy this morning Samantha,” he said as he gave me a kiss and ran his hands over my bare back.

“It’s almost noon sleepyhead,” I teased back.

“I seem to have slept in your bed honey,” he said, a question in his voice.

“You fell asleep Daddy. You fell asleep right in the middle of the story I had made up especially for you,” I groused.

“I never did!”

“You did! Okay, what was the ending of the story?” I challenged.

“Maybe I missed the last few lines,” he conceded, a rueful smile on his face.

“It was about a Princess and her father,” I explained, “And how after years of anger and separation they got together for Christmas.”

“And how did it end?” Daddy asked, hope etched clearly on his face.

“That’s in chapter two, Daddy,” I laughed. “And if Santa’s good to me maybe I’ll read it to you tonight,” I promised. “Now get up, we don’t want to miss the whole day sitting around in bed do we,” I challenged provocatively.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Daddy spoiled me with his gifts – a bathing suit (do I need one now, I joked when I opened it), a string of pearls (Oh my God!), more clothes, a new laptop (Dadddddy, I screamed) and finally a iridescent silk negligee, the sexiest piece of clothing I’d ever owned.

Seeing my questioning look, he stammered, but with a grin on his face, “I bought it before I realized you were no longer practicing sex honey.”

“And who helped you buy it Daddy?” I challenged back.

“You don’t know her sweetie,” his only reply.

After the presents were all open Daddy announced, “I’ve got tickets to see Shaq this aft Sam.”


“The Heat honey, they’re playing the Pistons today, just across the Bay, at American Airlines Arena, we can take the boat.”

I couldn’t refuse Daddy and so, just after one we hopped in the boat for the quick trip across the Bay and were in our courtside seats for the first tip-off at two.

“Daddy, do you know that girl, that cheerleader?” I finally asked, having noticed a pretty, long haired brunet waving at him.

“Who honey?”

“The one waving Daddy.”

“Oh her. She’s the daughter of a friend of mine Sam,” he lied with a straight face, but couldn’t quite keep the blush off his face. “It’s a good game though isn’t it sweetie?”

Returning home around five, Daddy announced that he was taking me out for an evening of food, dancing and entertainment, and then presented me a final Christmas gift, an extraordinary designer dress that seemed to shimmer as he held it up for me.

“Oh Daddy, it’s so beautiful,” I whispered, as I held it up against my body. “It’s very décolleté Daddy, I don’t think I have a bra that won’t show, that’s nice enough for this dress.”

“The salesgirl explained that honey,” Daddy responded, “She said that a woman beautiful enough to wear this dress wouldn’t have any need of underclothes.”

“What? Not even panties Daddy,” I teased as a blush rushed to his cheeks.

“That’s what I was told Sam. Now you go and get ready.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“God, you look beautiful honey,” Dad gushed as I entered the living room.

“You don’t think it’s a little revealing Daddy?” I questioned, but was secretly ecstatic at the look of lust that I’d seen flash across Daddy’s eyes.

“It’s perfect Sam. Now come here and let me put these pearls on you,” he ordered, holding the pearl necklace he’d given me in his hand. I approached and turned, presenting my bare neck and back to his eyes, and trembled as he ran his fingers up my arms and gently cradled my neck.

I could feel his breath on my nape as he took his time attaching the silver clasp, and knew he could see almost all of my breasts as he looked down over my shoulder. For a second I leaned back into him, letting him feel my body before I moved away. He’s hard, I thought jubilantly to myself, Daddy wants me as much as I want him.

We had a perfect evening, Daddy and I, a cozy dinner in one of Miami Beach’s swankest eateries, followed by a live show in a trendy nightclub facing the beach. And while we didn’t talk about sex or romance, there was an electricity, an anticipation between us all evening, and a simple touching of fingers across the table was more erotic than anything I’d ever experienced.

We hadn’t drunk much alcohol over the evening, a little champagne is all, but I was giddy with excitement when Dad unlocked the front door, and almost stumbled as we walked across the foyer, only Dad’s strong arm keeping me from a fall.

“Thanks honey,” Dad started, as he held me at arms length, “Thanks for the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“Oh Daddy, me too,” I cried as I moved against him, arching against him as my lips sought his. It was somewhere between a Father’s kiss and a lover’s kiss we shared, then I laid my cheek against his before kissing him again. This time I probed between his lips, letting him feel my liquid tongue on his.

He broke away after too many seconds, but his hardness, his hunger for me had been clear. “Well sweetie, we better get to bed,” He stammered.

But as he backed away I reminded him, “Remember Daddy, I’ve still got to tell you chapter two of my bedtime story. I’m going to shower and then get ready for bed, and then I’ll come and see you,” I promised, as I twirled and headed for my room.


“Oh don’t worry Daddy, I’ll only be ten minutes, I don’t want you falling asleep tonight,” I teased.

“Sammy,” he gasped when I entered his room twenty minutes later, clad simply only in the flowing, nearly transparent silk nightgown he had given me for Christmas.

“Do you like it Daddy? I wanted you to see your gift before I go,” I asked as I did a quick twirl in front of him. I knew my full firm breasts were draped flawlessly by the clinging material, and that my brown aureoles and erect nipples were perfectly highlighted by the thin covering.

“Your gorgeous honey,” he stammered as I slipped the two spaghetti thin straps off my shoulders and let the nightgown rustle to my feet, opening myself completely to Daddy’s lustful stare.

Lifting the corner of the sheet to slip under, I saw it, enormous now, twitching as it reared upward. “It has a happy ending I think Daddy.”

“What honey,” he whispered, his arms engulfing me.

“My story, Daddy. The princess realizes there’s only one man in the world she loves, Daddy, there’s only one man she wants to,” I whispered shakily.

“Wants to what Sam?” Daddy asked just before his lips found mine, capturing them ravenously, threatening to swallow me whole.

We didn’t talk, no foreplay was necessary, he simply rolled on top of me, filling me in one huge thrust, burying himself in my moist centre, impaling me completely, making me his woman forever with one lunge….. “Ohhhhhhh Dadddddddy,” I howled, whether out loud or inside my head I don’t know, knowing only that I finally knew what it was to be made love to, to be finally fucked by a real man.

I felt him everywhere, his size seeming to fill my every available space, and momentarily wondered how he’d ever be able to thrust in and out of me, how he’d ever move the piston my cunt clenched so tightly.

But then I felt my juices lubricating him as he retreated, felt his cockhead caught at the edge of my vagina, its wide ridge preventing his escape, and then felt ecstasy as he rammed deeply into me again, stretching me, making me accept every inch of his maleness.

Faster and faster he rammed me, each retreat followed by an even harder thrust, now each thrust met by an urgent arching of my hips, a female demand to be filled. We were both screaming incoherently as we came, our moans and grunts and sighs intermingled in some primeval explosion of sound.

Each spurt of his seed deep inside was met by my vaginas orgasmic pulsing, drawing Daddy’s sperm towards my waiting egg.

Jesus, I’m pregnant, I knew as Daddy and I lay on our sides facing each other, his still hard cock still buried in me, preventing his semen from escaping my flooded pussy.

“Oh God Sam, I shouldn’t have” Dad started to say before I stopped him with my mouth, whispering, “Don’t Daddy, don’t say that,” urgently between hungry kisses.

I finally rolled him on his back, and straddled him, holding him in me as I moved. “Honey,” he moaned as I lifted up and then dropped back fully over his burning spear. It was slower that second time, but I rode Daddy hard, demanding he satisfy me, licking his chest, biting his nipples, holding his heavy sack as my pussy clenched him, finally eliciting an agonized, “Oh fuuuuuuuck Sam,” from Daddy as he emptied himself again.

God, I should have known, he even tastes good, I thought as I licked our juices from his half-filled prick. I’d never liked the taste of cum before; at least not with the two men I’d previously had sex with, but now I eagerly lapped at Daddy’s cock, wanting to savor his creamy sauce.

As I licked, I could feel his tongue between my legs, the first time a man had ever dined there; his thick, moist raspy tongue rapturing my arching clit.

We finally fell asleep sometime after dawn, lying together, spent, in a pool of our love.

We woke in the afternoon, around three, and quickly swam, the showered, then ate, then fucked, once, twice, three times before we fell asleep again. Again, around ten at night we coupled frantically, no need for conversation, our bodies simply leading us again and again to that promised land of sexual release.

December 27th

“Wake up, c’mon, wake up Sam,” I finally heard, and groggily opening my eyes saw Daddy hunched over me, lightly shaking my shoulder.

“What? What is it Daddy?” I mumbled.

“C’mon, the suns up,” he urged as he lifted my lolling form from the bed. “We’re going to see the Dolphins.”

“But Daddy,” I protested as he carried me into the shower and unleashed a deluge of freezing water on the both of us. “Oh Jeeeeeeeeeeze,” I screamed, suddenly completely awake.

Within minutes, we were in the two man kayak, pushing away from the dock as Daddy dipped the blade in the quiet waters.

“It’s so calm Daddy,” I marveled, surprised by the glass like appearance of the normally wind chopped waters.

“It often is honey,” Dad explained, “First thing in the morning before the wind comes up.”

“But we probably won’t see any dolphins, will we?”

“You never know Sam, you never know,” he answered, taking a second from his paddling to hug me from behind, cradling my back against his chest as he stroked my straining breasts, quickly unclasping them and throwing my top in the bay.

“Daddddy!” I squealed, “someone will see us,” I protested laughing, but secretly proud that I was naked with my father, my firm, full breasts exposed in the middle of a city of three million, but only belonging to him.

As we skimmed over the water, I slid my bottoms off and lay them in the bottom of the boat, and awkwardly turned in the tipsy craft, wanting Daddy to see me, to know how completely I was his. ‘Tell him Sam’, I told myself, as I spread my thighs wide, opening my pink insides to Daddy’s now hungry eyes, ‘tell him you never want to leave, that you’re not going back to Cincinnati, to what’s-his-name, to your old life’.

“Daddy,” I finally started, still not sure if he wanted me forever, or if he’d ship me back home to hubby without a backward glance, “Daddy I want you to know……..


“Oh my God, oh my god,” I screamed, everything I was going to say now washed completely from my brain. “Look Daddy, LOOK! DOLPHINS!! DOLPHINS EVERYWHERE,” I finished, pointing to a rolling, dancing mass of white and grey and silver and sparkling blue that suddenly surrounded us, jumping and splashing in a mad circus of motion.

“Oh Daddy, they came,” I sobbed as I slipped from the boat into their swirling mass, the sudden joy and happiness that had overtaken my life almost too much to bear. They seemed to be smiling as they circled me, their flippers splashing the water wildly.

“Oh my God, no,” I gasped, feeling a thick penis slip into me from behind, but turning saw Daddy, laughing as he thrust joyfully into my depths, the two of us carried on the broad back of a giant dolphin, with seemingly another fifty thrashing the waters all around us.

They all seemed to clap their flippers when Daddy finally filled me with his seed, all obviously happy to have participated in this watery union.

Later, as we lay facing each other across the dolphin’s back, our mouths just inches apart, I whispered, “Daddy, I don’t want to go home. I want to stay with you,” I pled.

“You’re home now Sammi,” he laughed.

“But my plane ticket, what’s-his-name, Cincinnati,” I questioned.

“I never bought a return ticket Sam.”


“You didn’t think I was going to let you go home to that jerk, did you? Besides, your classes start in a week, you’ve got to get ready.”

“What classes Daddy?” I asked, but already a joy, an elation was smashing through my very being”

“You must have known I was too busy to become a writer honey. A Miss Samantha Danielle Scouries is registered to start her classes on January 3rd on the Bay campus of FIU sweetie,” he finished.

“There’s one condition though,” he warned.

“What Daddy?” I asked, knowing there was no demand of my perfect father that I wouldn’t meet.

“NO fooling around with any other men. Period. If you’re going to be my lover I don’t”

“But it’s you with all the girlfriends,” I protested laughing. “But, if you agree to the same condition we’ve got a deal,” I finished laughing.

“Well we better get back in the boat then honey,” Daddy said seriously.

“Why Daddy? They’re so nice to touch.”

“I think that little silver one Sam, yes, that one there, may have designs on your Daddy’s body.”

“Shut up,” I laughed as our lips met.


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