Every time I crossed the drawbridge on my frequent walks to the beach, I remembered the cute, beautiful, sexy, and naughty co-ed who’d given me three of the best nights of my life. Candy’s parents’ condo was directly opposite the bridge; a beige and pink luxury condo with one unit per floor, and hers was on the top floor. I used its beach access to get from Gulf Blvd. to the beach, wishing I’d hear her cute voice calling to me from above as she had last time.

I had accepted that the last time with her was in fact the last time. She’d visited with her parents as a reward for her good grades at the end of her freshman year of college. They’d gone out for the night, and she saw me crossing the bridge, inviting me for a magical night of sex and spanking, actually on the beach.

It’s mid-August now, the hottest and most brutal time of the year on Florida’s Gulf Coast, when tourism is limited, as even the locals struggle through near-hundred-degree temperatures every day. If we’re lucky, we get an afternoon thunderstorm that serves as a brief respite from the heat, but the sun returns quickly, restoring the suffocating humidity.

I had just left the beach, nearly all the way across the bridge again with my classic rock masking all other sound, when I felt something touch my leg from behind. I jumped to the side with the memory of that first meeting with Candy coming to me a second later. I looked up, and a smile leapt to my face.

“Candy!”

“Hi, Daddy!” she giggled, standing astride her bicycle again.

“What are you doing here? I thought I’d never …” I started, but feeling the itch of tears, I stopped.

“My parents asked me where I wanted to go before school starts again, and I thought of you!”

She dropped her bike and jumped into my arms for a crushing hug and lip-mashing kiss.

“Will we get some time together? How long will you be here?”

“Only a couple of days and I leave tomorrow,” she said with a sad smile, “but why don’t you come back with me right now?”

“Have you been a naughty girl again, Candy?” I asked, certain I knew the answer.

“You know me, Daddy! I’m always naughty, but I don’t always have my Daddy around to give my bare hiney a good spanking!”

“You’re asking me to spend the rest of the day with you?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes. If you can? I’d really like that!” she said, her voice doubting that I’d want to.

“I’d love to!” I replied, loving the bright smile that appeared on her face. “I’m going to go home and get cleaned up, and then I’ll drive back. We’ll spend the whole afternoon together, then I’ll take you out to dinner, maybe a club? And then we’ll come back here and see what other trouble we can get into together. Okay?”

“Wow! Dinner too?” she said with an uncertain look. “Hurry back, okay?”

After another of the most beautiful kisses ever, she smiled through her bitten lip, mounted her bike, and turned to pedal back to the condo. I watched her perfect, little bottom flex with the effort and felt a stirring in my shorts with the thought of holding, squeezing, kissing, and especially spanking that perfect, little bottom again. 

I was back before noon, pressing the buzzer in the lobby for unit four. The elevator arrived, and it took me automatically to her floor, the doors opening on a seemingly empty unit. Having been greeted at the elevator door in the past, I was a little confused, until I heard her call out.

“Out here, Daddy!” she called from the balcony overlooking the dunes.

“Oh my God!” I whispered to myself when I saw her standing at the railing without a stitch of clothing on and her perfect little butt, that my memory had not done justice to, facing me. She seemed even cuter and more enticing, if that were possible, than when I’d last seen her some three months ago. I ran to her, taking her youthful body into my arms.

“You feel so good in my arms, Candy! I just want to kiss and lick you all over!”

“That’s why I’m naked!” she giggled. “And you should be too!” she added as she started undressing me, unable to resist a few licks of my cock when it practically fell into her mouth as she knelt before me. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, Daddy!” she whispered when we were flesh to flesh. “Would you like something to drink? I have wine!” she asked as she led us into the kitchen.

“To an afternoon of naked fun!” I toasted once she’d poured a second glass for me.

“Are you … hungry for anything? Hm, Daddy?” she asked as her legs stepped apart suggestively.

I took her glass from her, placed it on the counter, and lifted her at the waist to sit beside her wine.

“Ooo! The granite’s cold on my hiney! You should put me here after you spank me!”

“Would you rather I spank you first?” I asked as my hands slid up her thighs, pulling them apart.

“No! Lick me! Eat me! Oh, yeah!” she cooed, lying back when my finger slid into her moist slit.

I had to resist the temptation to devour her on the first intoxicating taste, knowing there were several hours to build up to. Her hands lay softly on my head, fingers insinuated in my hair, and gently rubbing, not pulling, my face into her crotch, helped tone things down a bit.

It wasn’t just her taste that drove me, but the feel of those soft, dewy lips, swelling with my touch, her silky folds, and ultra-smooth mound where surely no hair had ever grown. She was quickly spoiling me with her girlish sex.

“Mmm, I love the way you lick me, Mark!” she sighed as her hips gently squirmed under my tongue.

Feeling like I could spend the entire afternoon with my tongue between her legs, I built her arousal slowly but continuously. Gradually, her gyrations increased as her panting became more pronounced, and I recalled her comment from last time about the college boys never taking their time with her, always looking for what they’d get first.

Lifting her knees, her feet came to rest on the edge of the granite, allowing her to push her pussy into my face and pull my head into her snatch, teeming with the mixture of her juice and my saliva. With her hips off the counter, I could grab hold of her soft, squishy cheeks and hold her to my face, feasting on her juicy fruit.

“Oh my G … oh! Oh fuck! Yeah! Yeah!” she cried repeatedly as her climax approached and crashed into her.

I could feel her trembling thighs as she closed them on my head, licking up her pearly nectar with her bottom still in my hands. Her body stiffened while her gasps rose in volume and frequency, and suddenly, she was about to cum again. Her feet slipped off the edge, so I used my hands behind her knees to pull them up and apart, as her body twitched with the imminent climax, trying to hold it back for maximum effect.

“Oh fuuuccckkk!” she screamed when it hit.

Sliding my hands up her back, I lifted her featherweight body to pull her into a hug, relishing the feel of her quivering body and her sighing head on my shoulder. Her arms wrapped tighter around my neck as her body relaxed.

Leaning back for a kiss, her legs wrapped around my waist, pushing off the counter in the process. I walked out onto the balcony wanting to feel her body and lips attached to mine in the bright sun, knowing no one could see us, but wishing they could all the same.

“I love how you do that to me!” she said, her face close enough to feel the warmth of her breath.
Her arms stretched out as her legs loosened their grip just enough to slide down to feel my ready cock against her ass.

“Ooo, does he want to come inside?” she asked as her arms and legs wrapped tighter around me again. “Hm? Wanna fuck me like this? Please? Can you do it?” she asked, and with her holding tight, I brought one hand down and managed to guide the tip to her opening.

Having accepted the challenge, I grabbed her ass again and pulled her down onto me, praying I could hold on as I’d never done this in my youth, let alone my later years. My only salvation would be as the first cum of the day; I wouldn’t last long.

Our bodies pounded into each other as we danced around the balcony, unconcerned about the grunts and gasps getting louder with each. We egged each other on as we accepted short, fast, jerking thrusts. As the end approached, I used what strength I had left to lift her up and let her weight provide the downward stroke.

“Oh, Mark! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried before gasps and panting replaced words.

I managed maybe a half dozen long punishing lunges before I came, my seed shooting up into her quaking body, and she came as well, seconds later.

She lifted herself off me as I hadn’t the strength left to do it, and she fell into my arms, her tight, young body still vibrating.

“I’ve never done that!” she panted into my ear as her head rested on my shoulder.

“Nor have I!” I replied.

“Really!?” she said with a stunned face gradually changing to one of loving gratitude. “Oh, Mark! I love that you’d do almost anything for me!” she said with a single tear streaking down her cheek before she kissed me with tender lips, hugging me in the blazing sun.

“Wanna go for a naked swim?” she asked, her playfulness returning.

“In the gulf? Naked?”

“No! The pool, silly!” she giggled.

“The pool is right next to the beach, isn’t it? And what about the other residents?” I asked, more concerned about someone seeing her bareassed naked, not me.

“There’s nobody here this weekend! So we have the pool to ourselves, and if there’s anybody on the beach, they’re far enough away. C’mon!” she laughed and ran inside to get some towels and robes for the walk down, just in case someone should choose that moment to arrive.

There was a short wall between the pool and the beach, just enough to block sight of us in the pool or lying beside it. Candy brought the wine, and we carried our glasses, all to be left on a table between two chaise lounges, before Candy discarded her robe and jumped in the pool with a big splash.

“Omigod! It’s so warm!” she cried, not used to a late summer Florida pool absorbing heat all season and now warm enough to take a bath.

I jumped in beside her and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, offering short kisses that got increasingly passionate. I couldn’t resist running my hands all over her perfect bottom, which she seemed to like. She pulled away, a mischievous look in her eye, and jumped off me, exiting the pool on the far side near the beach.

“Oh! Hi, guys!” she called out to someone while standing at the wall, which was just barely high enough to hide her pussy, but it would be obvious to anyone looking that she was naked.

“Candy! Come back in here!” I said, concerned for her safety. I’m healthy and in pretty good shape, but no match for a young college hunk or two.

“Oh, Daddy! They can’t see me!” she laughed as she waved to whoever she was talking to.

“Candy, if you want to enjoy your spanking, you’d better come back in here right now!” I threatened, though I couldn’t really make myself give her a real spanking.

“Oh! Okay!” she said as she turned and jumped back in right beside me, covering me with her splash, and giggling as she surfaced again. “Are you trying to protect me, Daddy?”

“I hope you’re not like that at school! You don’t know anything about strangers on the beach, and you’re waving to them while completely naked?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said with a pouty face and a kiss. “There wasn’t really anybody there. I was just teasing you!” she giggled, but turned grumpy again, adding, “Are you gonna spank me, Daddy?”

She took my hand and dragged me over to the steps in the corner. Kneeling on the lowest step, the shallow water came within a few inches of her crotch. She bent over with her hands on a higher step and waggled her beautiful bare behind at me.

“Ooo!” she yipped at the always startling first spank. “Oh yeah! Ow! Ooo, spank me, Daddy! Spank my hiney!”

God, I love spanking her! It wasn’t just that she had the most perfect bottom I’d ever seen, but that she called it her ‘hiney’ when being spanked. It wasn’t just that she liked it, but she made no secret of it, begging for it like it was the single best thing I could do for her. It wasn’t just that she called me ‘Daddy,’ but acted the part while also being the sexiest little girl alive. It left me just wanting to give and give and give some more, whatever she wanted, to make her cum again and again.

“Did you know a wet bottom spanking hurts more?” I asked, splashing her pink bottom with water at every rest.

“Really? I just love getting spanked, Daddy! Do it again? Please? And make me cum while I’m getting spanked?”

“Okay, Candy! I’m gonna spank you again with my finger right … there!”

“Ooo, yeah! Do it! Finger my pussy while you’re spanking me!”

“And I’m gonna spank harder and harder and I won’t stop until you cum!” I said as I mixed genuinely hard smacks in with playful ones while the fingers of my free hand stroked and poked her tight pussy. 

“Yes! Yes! Harder! Ow! Ow-ow-ow! Ungh! Ungh! Oh fuck!” she screamed loud enough to be heard over the waves crashing on the beach when she came! “Keep spanking!” she pleaded as her body shook, each smack triggering another tremor.

She was still panting when she got up, guided me onto the step, and swallowed my cock whole. Using both hands and her mouth, she licked and stroked me until I shot several streams straight up, which fell into the water with a slight ‘blip’ along with Candy’s infectious giggle.

“Wanna go upstairs and take a shower with me?” she asked as she sat in my lap, offering her deliciously soft lips for a kiss.

I picked her up, cradled her in my arms, and then dropped her in the water with a big splash. She scrambled to her feet and splashed me as well.

“May as well get your hair completely wet if we’re gonna take a shower,” I said as she wrapped her arms around my waist and grabbed my butt.

“Does Daddy need another spanking?” she asked with a sly smile, alluding to the time I was well and truly spanked by her girlfriend, Diane.

“You’re bottom won’t survive the spanking you’ll get if you try!” I threatened.

We ran out of hot water before we were done playing in the large shower. Candy stood on my face as I sat on the floor licking her perfect little pussy to two quick orgasms. She returned the favor with me sitting on a teak shower stool. When she saw me place one foot on the stool to wash my leg, she begged to be draped over my knee and spanked as I had done once before.

Giggling while balanced precariously on my knee, she nearly fell over a couple of times as I spanked that amazing ass to a nice, rosy red.

Out of the shower, we toweled each other off and I played ‘Andre,’ her hair stylist, as I dried her beautiful blonde hair back to its silky, lustrous texture.

Crawling into her unmade bed, we licked, sucked, and fucked each other with abandon, and she even lay across my outstretched leg for yet another spanking, though this one was more playful than painful.

“Where would you like to go for dinner?” I asked her once we had decided to take a break and just lie together in bed.

“Oh, I don’t really want to go out for dinner,” she complained. “Can’t we just order some pizza from Beach Pizza?”

“Oh. Um. Okay. We’ll go out to a club for drinks after that.”

“Do we have to go out?” she objected again. “Can’t we just stay here and keep doing this?” she asked with her hand stroking my soft and tired, but responding cock.

With that, I fell into a kind of funk, and when I considered my thoughts, I realized I was feeling like I was being used just to please her sexually, which felt very strange. We’d already been at it for almost five hours, with a few rest periods. It occurred to me that no man ever would have objected to such treatment, but I had been looking forward to going out with her. Maybe I just wanted to be seen with this young dish on my arm? But, perhaps she didn’t want to be seen out with me?

“What’s wrong?” Candy asked, noticing my detachment.

“Nothing,” I replied simply, not sure how to explain it.

“No, there’s something wrong! Tell me. Please?”

“I was just looking forward to going out for a bit with you and having a different sort of fun. I’m grateful we’ve had the whole day today, and since I don’t know when I’ll see you again, I just thought it would be fun,” I explained, dismissing my feelings of being used. “What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing a tear on her cheek.

“When you said you don’t know when you’d see me again?”

“Yeah, these last two times you surprised me, but with you going back to school, I don’t know when you’ll be back.”

“That’s just it, Mark,” she started with tears on both cheeks now. “I won’t be back. My stepdad’s selling the condo. It’s already on the market. He reluctantly agreed to let me come down just once more! You won’t see me again,” she finished, sniffling and crying more tears. “I really love being with you! You make me feel like I’m so special to you! I know it’s just for all the fun, sexy things we do, but I really like it!”

“I’m sorry, Candy! I’d love to spend the rest of the night being fun and sexy with you! And I’m gonna make you feel even more special!” I promised, abandoning any thoughts of being used.

“Thank you … Daddy!” she said after a pause. “Are you gonna spank me because we’re not going out?”

“Only if you want me to!”

“Maybe later? I’m hungry. So, you’re okay with pizza?”

I agreed, we settled on toppings, and she placed the order. It would take thirty to forty minutes for delivery, so we sat on the balcony, drinking the last of the wine, and talking about the next semester of school. When she mentioned not knowing where she would go for her fall and winter breaks, I offered a solution.

“I’d be happy to have you at my home, Candy!”

“Really? What about Diane? You know we’re lovers, right?”

“I had wondered, but I never saw more than two very good friends. Of course, she can come, too!”

“And you won’t mind if we sleep together?” she replied, putting air quotes around the word sleep.

“Not at all! Can I watch?” I said only half joking.

“Daddy! Do I need to give you a spanking?”

“Would you do it?” I asked, quoting the line she had used at the beginning that had started all this.

“No, I don’t like giving spankings; I only like getting them, but I’ll make sure Diane makes your bottom hurt! That is, if you’re serious about having us?”

“I am! I’ll need a little advance notice to clear my calendar, but I’d love to have you both!”

“Okay, I’ll talk to Diane about it!” she replied excitedly. “Speaking of spanking, remember that time you spanked me while I was sitting on your face?”

“Come here, you naughty little girl!” I said, lowering the back of the chaise lounge we’d been sitting in together, ready to accept her tasty pussy in my mouth.

She turned around and presented her tight little butt to me, and lowered her pussy to wipe it against my nose, mouth, and chin. I reached for her red cheeks and pulled her more forcefully onto my face with my tongue slithering through her slit as both hers and mine dripped from her. I licked and spanked her to another shuddering climax just before the buzzer sounded announcing the arrival of dinner.

Candy ran to send the elevator down, with me enjoying the sight of her bouncing red bottom and jiggling tits. She stood at the door waiting for the return of the elevator!

“Candy! Put on a robe or something!”

“Aww! I like surprising the pizza boy with being naked!”

“Put a robe on if you don’t want your pizza to get cold while I give you a real spanking!” I threatened idly.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied dejectedly and barely got the belt tied before the elevator dinged and the door opened.

As I was still naked, I peeked around a corner in time to see the boy’s eyes go wide as he traded the pizza for the cash. The elevator door closed on the reluctantly retreating delivery driver as Candy turned towards me, her robe gaping enough to see her beautifully bare pussy.

“Ooo! He was cute! But not as cute as my Daddy. Hey! What’re you doing?” she yelped as I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the coffee table. Having a good idea of what was coming, she managed to drop the pizza on the kitchen counter on the way. I put my foot on the table and lifted her squirming body onto my knee, her arms and legs dangling on both sides. Wasting not a second, the robe was lifted and good, solid spanks rained down on her perfect, and quite red, bottom. “Ow! Oww! Daddy, please! It hurts! Oh! Oh God! Yes! Yes!” Her tone changed as I switched spanking hands so the other could finger her sticky, wet pussy, and seconds later she came, her trembling body nearly pitching her forward off my knee.

I put her back on her feet, and she immediately hugged me around the waist, her head on my chest.

“Oh, Mark! I love when you spank me like that! No warning! Helplessly draped over your knee with my arms and legs flailing! Ooo!”

“Well, if I ever catch you giving a stranger a free show again, I’ll make sure I have a paddle in hand before upending you like that!”

We ate our dinner on the balcony watching the sun fall toward the horizon, but before it actually set, we were back in bed pleasing each other with fingers and tongues only. Candy had finally reached her limit for having her bottom smacked, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying her cheeks in my hands and on my face.

“I wish you could stay,” she said softly as we sat up in bed, just savoring the touch of our bodies after an entire afternoon and evening of almost non-stop sex.

“I can, if you like.” I offered.

“No, I have a really early flight tomorrow.”

“I guess I should leave then. Do we have time for a quick trip to Candy Kitchen for some vanilla ice cream cones?” I asked, recalling the last time when I licked ice cream off her pussy while she lay on the back of my car.

“Ooo! I almost forgot!” she cried, jumping out of the bed. “Come!”

I followed her into the kitchen, where she pulled the freezer drawer open and pulled out a container of ice cream. Next were the cones from a cabinet and a scoop from a drawer.

“We have all we need in Candy’s kitchen!” she said cleverly.

I opened the ice cream and she the cones, handing me each cone in turn to scoop the frozen white cream into. She took hers and turned to lean her back against me, lasciviously licking while rocking her hips to stroke my cock between her cheeks.

“Mmm, tastes good, doesn’t it?” she moaned.

“I don’t know. Seems like something is missing to me!”

I handed her my cone, with her giggling already, as I lifted her onto the countertop.

“Ooo! The cold granite does feel good on my sore hiney!”

Grabbing her legs behind her knees, I lifted them, pulled them wide apart, and pushed them back beside her chest. She handed my cone back to me, crying, ‘Oh God!’ as I slathered her pussy and ass with the melting cream with my tongue lapping it up. She jerked when my tongue moved down between her cheeks, rimming the tight opening before replacing the spent cream for another lick. 

“Mmm, you taste so good, Candy!” I said as I replaced the cream I’d licked up, adding some to her tits as well.

The cream mixed with her natural juice had a sweet and pungent quality to it, and I’d never enjoyed licking a pussy more. Each time I’d smear some fresh before applying my lips and tongue, leaving Candy writhing on the countertop, and when I ran out of ice cream on my cone, she handed me hers, which I accepted after I shoved the pointy end of my cone into her pussy.

“Just my pussy! Please?” she cried as she squirmed beneath my tongue. “I’m cumming!”

I alternated swipes with my cone and tongue, one quickly following the other, until she came, adding plenty of her cream to the mixture. The sight of her squirming body, coupled with the taste of her nectar, more balanced with the ice cream, had me hard as nails again.

“Come here!” I said, throwing the ice cream cones into the sink and grabbing her around the waist, we repeated the standing fuck from early in the day, though much more animated as I jerked my hips upward to pound her sticky pussy.

“Oh God! Fuck … fuck … fuck me!” she cried as she met my thrusts with hers, and she came once and then again in time with mine.

We held each other tightly, feeling the effects of each other’s climax and relishing what would likely be the last time. After putting her back on her feet, I pulled her back into my arms, kissing at first with frenzied mashed lips. I thought of how foolish I’d felt earlier when I realized that all she wanted was the undivided attention I paid her while licking, fucking, and spanking her. I’d spend another day doing it if all the attention was on her alone, such was my enjoyment of her youthful exuberance and body.

She helped me dress, adding tender kisses here and there, and we said goodbye at the elevator. She promised to propose a stay at my home to Diane, but I had the distinct feeling that would never happen. I decided, as the doors slid closed on her sad face and perfect naked body, that I wouldn’t expect her to call again and that these days with her would become just an incredible and cherished memory.

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Wow! I wish I could actually survive such a fun-filled and sexy afternoon and evening, though doing it with someone like Candy might make it easier! I hope you enjoyed this continuation of this series and will offer your 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments if you did, and ... THANK YOU FOR READING