"Why don't we head on out to the beach? We can get a head start on some sunning and swimming before your mother and brother get home."

Tiffany's face brightened. "Really?"

"Sure," I said. Get your stuff and we'll go now. Probably have the place to ourselves since it's only midday."

About 45 seconds later, we were cruising down the highway to the beach. It was tough to drive with my 17 year old daughter's legs barely contained in her cut-off shorts, long milky legs crossing and uncrossing, and forbidden thoughts running rampant in my head. My cock gave an agonizing twitch at what I was planning to do...

"The beach is that way, Dad," she pointed out.

"Oh, I was thinking of going to Sandy Point. We hardly ever go to that one." I saw her face go slightly nervous. "Anything wrong?"

"No," she stammered. "It's just that...well, Sandy Point is a...nude beach."

"Oh really?" I sounded amused. "Then maybe we shouldn't..." But I kept driving that way nonetheless. "How did you know it was?"

"Geez, Dad, everybody knows that." When I said I didn't, she admitted that she had gone a few times. "Just to see the sights."

"Oh?" I pressed on. "And...did you indulge in the liberation?"

Tiffany sighed once, her bountiful breasts heaving expansively. "Well.."

"Go on, honey. You know you can tell me anything."

"Well, actually, yes. I've gone there with some of my boyfriends."

"Uh-huh." I had a bemused smile on my face and she took it as an acceptible response to go on.

"I've gone nude sun-bathing before."

"Really? Anything more than just sunbathing?"

"Daddy!"

"You can tell me, hon. I won't tell mom."

She waited a while, looking at me, measuring how far she might go, how much she might tell her old man. "Well, Daddy....I'm not a virgin."

"I didn't think so." I sighed. "My little girl has grown up. Well I hope you were safe about it. You used protection?"

"Of course, Daddy. I insist on it."

"So," I continued nonchalantly, "any of these little boys any good?"

She giggled at that. "Not really. Most of them are too immature. Too quick. If you get my meaning."

"Yeah, I get it."

"I do have experience with older men."

At this I perked up. "Really?"

"Well, not a lot. One guy actually."

"Tiffany, do tell." We were getting off the exit now to Sandy Point.

"Actually, it happened last Saturday, when I lied about going to the mall. There was this older guy camping out in the sand dunes. I approached him. We struck up a good conversation...and one thing led to another."

"Did you know him?"

She shook her head. "No, he was naked and I got to see what a grown-up looks like. He was kind of hairy though."

"But was he any good?" I pressed on.

"He was okay. He definitely lasted longer." She was smiling now, seeing the effects her words were having on me.

We parked. There was only one other car there and we saw a couple walking hand-in-hand along the shoreline.

"I hate to change in the car; know of any good places we can go?"

She nodded, then led me to a secluded cove in the sand dunes.

"Is this...is this where you and Mr. Z did it?"

Her mouth dropped. "You know him?"

I said yes. "But it's all right, hon, you didn't know he worked with me. He didn't know you either." I began to take my clothes off and she did the same. Then we were in our bathing suits. Her bikini was so revealing and my mouth watered involuntarily. Her eyes moved down to my straining hard-on and her lips were slightly parted.

"Mr. Z told me all about this redhead he had scored with last Saturday. When he described her, I knew for sure it had to be you. There aren't that many great looking redheads in this town."

Tiffany smiled at that.

"Really, hon, you're absolutely gorgeous." I walked over to her. "Why don't we lay the blankets out here and sunbathe for a bit. It's private."

She nodded her head silently and we spread our blankets out. We stretched out and I offered to rub suntan lotion on her. She closed her eyes as I applied a healthy portion on her stomach. I spread it all over her belly and legs and arms. She seemed to be enjoying it and remained quiet.

"Mr. Z said that you were so tight. It was the best fuck he had ever had." She smiled at that and licked her lips. I continued in my hypnotic voice. "He described your body perfectly, right down to your trim reddish pussy. And he said your breasts were the most perfect ones he's ever laid eyes on." I was breathing almost as heavily as she was. I reached up and slowly pushed her top down off her tits. She made no move to stop me. Then I brought my hands on her breasts, kneading the lotion into her bountiful globes.

"Mmmm," she moaned. There was a faint smile on her lip but her eyes remained closed. She was enjoying this! It was a triumph, a victory for my trembling hands. I wondered how far this victory of mine extended.

I rubbed and squeezed, easily bringing her nipples to an excruciating hardness. She was not the only one excruciatingly hard! Then I slid a hand down her belly, rubbing all the way, and gently pushed her bottom down. Her eyes opened then. I looked down at her, breathing hard.