Crazy Cruise trip with fathers

Dad.'

When Roger returned to the cabin, Alana was already inside. He'd half hoped she wouldn't be, but he knew he'd find her there. She stood up from the edge of the bed, facing him. Despite her elegant little dress and beautiful makeup, she looked oddly childlike, watching him from the middle of the cabin on uncertain footing, shifting her weight from leg to leg. Her eyes focused on his face, but often flitted to the painfully obvious erection throbbing down the leg of his pants.

Her discreet glances did nothing to quell his arousal.

'Now what?' she asked. Her voice in the quiet cabin seemed to startle even her. Father and daughter wondered if it was being picked up by those infamous microphones. If their awkward body language appeared on those vaunted hidden cameras.

If they were being watched right now.

With how much the cruise had warped them, the prospect only made their hearts beat faster.

Slowly, Roger stepped closer, until they were within arm's reach. Then, in one lightning fast movement, he ripped the zipper of Alana's dress down and peeled the garment off her, leaving his daughter naked as the day she was born. Trembling, breathing hard, she held her hands in front of her bald pussy, in some absurd attempt at modesty.

'Where's your underwear?' he said, voice thick with lust. Alana had never seen him quite like this. Assertive, unpredictable.

'I didn't want the bra straps to show.'

Roger swallowed a lump in his throat. 'And your panties?'

She hesitated. Her eyes didn't meet his. 'I… after the wedding and the... I soaked through them.'

Roger groaned, prefuck spurting into his briefs at the thought. Just two weeks back, he would've been flustered by these words, but he wouldn't be -- like this . Hornier than a teenager, far more desperate to fuck. Knowing he'd changed so much only made him hotter. It was a never-ending cycle. 'Alana, please don't talk like that, please .'

'Or what?'

'Or I won't…' He paused.

He was acutely aware of her nakedness, but his attention was on her face above all else. His little girl was all grown up, a real woman. Not a copy of her late mother, not a doll for him to project on, but her own person, the result of two decades of paternal devotion. He'd watched her change and grow, but he'd never seen her quite like this, except in the midst of a fever: eyes shining, cheeks flushed pink, lips parted to pant out shallow breaths. He wanted to protect her, kiss her better.

'I can't stop thinking about the wedding,' Alana said, in a small voice.

'Me neither.'

'I thought… well, Sam's kind of ditzy, you know? I thought Bill might be living out a gross fantasy. There's some pretty terrible people here. Like, really nasty. But then, there's stuff I can't explain at all.'

'Love.'

Alana nodded. She'd seen so many kinds of love. Purely carnal, familial with a twist, romantic. It made her head spin, and she wasn't sure she wanted to laugh or cry. 'You really should've brought your girlfriend instead of me.'

Roger smiled sadly. 'I haven't thought about Maria once this whole trip.'

'No?' She blinked at him. 'Not even with all the… sex? I figured you'd want to --'

To fuck . The unspoken words. Roger shook his head. 'I was too shocked, first, I guess. And after that, even when I tried not to, I only had one girl on my mind.'

'Who?'

Their eyes were riveted on each other's, as if trying to pass thoughts telepathically. Ever so gently, Roger's fingers caressed one of his daughter's soft, perky tits, not quite pinching the nipple, but feeling the change of texture of her areola.

Alana's breath shuddered out, eyelids drooping. Roger continued to stroke his daughter's breast, almost chastely.

'I met Daniela's dad,' he murmured. 'He's one of the guys who runs this whole… event.'

'Ah…'

'Did you know?'

Alana shook her head. 'I figured Daniela sort of seemed like she knew a little too much about what was going on. Milly told me to talk to her. Did… did you learn anything?'

'Nothing we didn't know. It's just…' he toyed with her nipple, teasing it to hardness, until it felt rubbery. 'It's something they enjoy. And they want to bring more people into it. There's stuff about mutually assured destruction, but deep down, it's a group of rich perverts into father-daughter fucking.'

Alana's tits trembled with her shaky, increasingly labored breathing. She took his hand, moving it away from her chest. She knew she should stop him. They were so close to leaving this place, to normality .

But it wasn't about the cruise. About where they were, physically. Inside, in their minds, they'd stepped far outside the confines of their past lives.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling him down with her, and guided her father's fingers to the folds of her pussy.

Roger had seen so much lewdness, and he'd resisted so well, even when his cock felt like it might burst it was so hard, when it hurt. His fingertips touching his daughter's soft, slick little cunt felt like a personal failure, but such a relief all at once.

'We can't do this,' he moaned. 'Let go of my hand, A.B.'

Alana chuckled. They could feel each other's body heat, pressed so close together. 'You only call me Alana Banana when you think I'm upset, dad.'

'Maybe I'm scared you are. Or you should be.' Tentatively, he stroked between her lips, feeling the elastic pink flesh leading to his baby's fuckhole. It didn't feel real, none of this did, even as her breath hitched when he circled back up to flick her chubby clit. 'I was… I was awake when you touched yourself. A couple of night ago.'

'Ohhh…' Alana thrust against his hand. 'I didn't… know.'

'What were you thinking about?'

She nodded to indicate his hand between her thighs. 'This. I knew it was sick, but it was this. '

With a grunt, Roger knelt before her. Those words made something click. He was angry, despairing, and blindly, desperately horny. With two fingers, he spread his daughter's cunt and inspected it for the first time: flushed, shaved, as faultless as fresh bread dough cleaved in half, but far more ready to eat.

'You fingered your pussy thinking about your dad doing it for you?'

He pressed a butterfly kiss to her clit, revelling in her gasp, and licked the salty slick off his lips.

'And about -- your cock.' A longer kiss, now, catching her pearl between his lips. Alana's stomach was an oven in flames, spreading to every part of her body, making her light headed. 'I saw you get hard at the lecture, and I saw it -- twitch, like it's alive with its own mind, and even on that day, I wanted to know w-what it'd be like, twitching inside me -- fuck !'

Roger mashed his face into the mound of her pussy now, suckling her clit like he expected milk, teasing her cunt hole with his agile tongue. Against his better judgement, it reminded him of Alana herself, tiny, drinking from his late wife's stunning teats, and how she'd let him crawl up beside her on the bed and latch on to her free breast, basking in the melding of family, romantic, and lustful love.

That was the kinkiest thing they got up to during their marriage. Now, he was eating out his own daughter's pussy.

'Oh, fuck , dad -- is this -- is it actually happ--' Alana slumped on the bed, cutting off her words with a guttural keen, but fought to keep her head raised enough to watch Roger make out with her sopping wet cunt. To see that this was for real. It really was her dad's tongue deliciously lapping down there, his talented mouth working a week of frustration to a point of absolute no return.

And just like that, with powerful spasms and a wail, Alana came into her father's face.

He held on to her hips as she bucked against him, back arching uncontrollably, vagina winking hard around the tongue he'd slipped inside her when the first orgasmic wave hit her. He didn't suck or lick anymore, just kept his mouth over her most private spots as a sort of warm comfort, until she merely quivered on the sheets.

Panting, Alana smiled when Roger lifted his head. 'You look like you ran your mouth under a faucet.'

'Whose fault is that?'

He wiped his mouth of her fluids with his forearm, and they shared a quiet, nervous laugh. Rather than talk, though, Alana held her arms out, and Roger embraced her, breathing in his daughter's comforting natural scent, with just the slightest hint of sweat.

'I don't think we've had a real hug like this in months,' Roger said, into her hair.

Alana made a sound of agreement, and Roger felt a tug at his shirt. He was still totally clothed except for his suit jacket, where Alana was completely naked -- and she was trying to change that. Roger's awareness of his diamond-hard cock came rushing back, overshadowed for a while by his fixation on his daughter's pussy, and his head was swimming far too much to think straight.

So he just rolled over onto his back, and let Alana unbutton his shirt. She ran a hand down his front, through the dark hair on his chest and stomach, to his belt buckle. She paused.

'You've seen me naked before,' Roger said.

'And you've seen me . But it's different now.'

Roger nodded. 'Yeah.'

She hesitated. Impatient, aching for more touch, he kicked his shoes to the ground, slipped the belt off, and lowered his pants and briefs in one go to rip off the proverbial band aid. It took all of two seconds, and then, there they were. Naked, together, Roger's cock pointing to the ceiling, the taste of Alana's cunt still in his mouth. He held his arms open, this time. And Alana fell on him.

Two things hit them at once: the overwhelming sensation of full-body skin-on-skin contact, and Roger's dick slotting in between Alana's legs.

The soft warmth of his daughter's pussy on his shaft had Roger instinctively bucking upwards, sliding his painfully hard cock against that dangerous spot. Alana held on tight, panting in his ear, her breasts flat against his chest.

'Feels so good,' he mumbled.

'Grab my ass,' Alana whispered.

One hand slid through her long locks, and the other gripped a handful of one cheek, holding her hips down against her dad's thrusts. They writhed against each other, the full-body contact like a drug.

'I missed you, dad.'

'I'm right here, Alana.'

'I know, I -- I'm sorry I've been…' she whined when Roger sharply swatted her plump ass, and stroked between the cleft to stimulate her tight little rosebud. 'I thought I was mad you were getting over mom, and I think that's part of it, but I'm -- I was jealous of Maria.'

Roger's cock spoke far louder than his brain, twitching desperately against that sweet forbidden cunt, and these words? They just pushed him over the edge. Holding tight to his girl, he rolled them both over, so she was looking up at the man who gave her life… and the tool he used to do do poked between her pussy lips, drooling fuckslop all over.

'I love you so much, Alana,' he said, voice trembling, dickhead pushing against his daughter's soaking gash. 'You have no reason to be jealous.'

'Dad…' Roger felt her cunt pulse against his sensitive prick. 'I love you. I'm sorry I haven't said it in so long.' She eyed the place where their bodies touched, letting out a quiet whine. 'We shouldn't do this. Right? It's what -- it's what they want. The people running this thing. And we'd never…'

We'd never come back from this .

It was true.

But maybe this trip hadn't changed them, so much as awakened something that already lay dormant. Dark desires. That idea empowered Roger, somehow, made him feel like he wouldn't be cowed.

'I don't know if they've made bets about this or what,' he grunted, 'but if they're tuning in, then watch this.'

And with the slightest repositioning and a smooth lunge forward, the mushroom tip of his cock breached Alana's cunt, and his throbbing shaft was enveloped in his baby girl's dreamlike warmth.

Both gasped as her twat sucked down his prick, and stayed quite still afterwards, processing what just happened. Basking in it. They watched where Roger's meat disappeared into Alana's clinging cunt, connected like no father and daughter ever ought to be. Like they never, ever thought they'd be linked.

She clenched around him, drawing out a groan, and he started to thrust into that velvet pocket, holding Alana's hips up for easier movement. It felt blissful, and if he wasn't still so bemused by the whole situation, he would've come pretty much instantly. When he noted the way his baby girl's flat lower belly bulged every time he thrust his horny pole deep inside, he almost spurted anyway.

Alana, for her part, could scarcely formulate a coherent thought. She'd put up so many walls, and having them all crumble at once was more than she could really process. She'd been terrified of her father wanting to fuck her just a week ago. Now, with his cock stretching her so good and hitting spots in her cunt that made her see stars, she stammered:

'We could've been doing this for years.'

Roger's expression softened, with a warm smile, and he gently lowered their linked hips to embrace her, still buried to the hilt in her heat.

'We didn't know,' he murmured, face close to hers.

And she kissed him.

That was his cue to start moving again, rolling into her to reach deep inside his little girl, frantic rutting replaced with unbearably tender lovemaking. Alana had had sex before, and good sex, too, but nothing like this. Her father's erection fit inside her like a puzzle piece, sparking ticklish ecstasy with each thrust. She put her arms around his shoulders and hooked her legs over his thighs, softly moaning into his mouth.

His daughter's peachy skin against his own, her tits heaving against his chest, her fragile noises, the encouraging arms around his back, that ravenous pussy sucking his dick, and most of all -- the knowledge of their taboo fucking and the sheer overwhelming love he felt for Alana had Roger's climax creep up on him fast. His balls tightened, and he lifted his lips from hers with a small pop.

'I'm gonna come,' he groaned.

Alana nodded, and Roger stopped his thrusting to enjoy a final moment inside her, before he started to pull out. Because he raised himself off her, Alana realised what he was doing -- and Roger gasped when she grasped the half of his shaft that was outside her cunt, still slick and shiny, and jacked him off with rapid, decisive jerks.

'Alana!'

'Come in me, dad,' she panted, eyes flicking from her masturbation to meet his own, delirious. 'I'm sick of waiting. I want you to drain your balls in me. Fill me with your cum, now .'

Roger's cock twitched hard in her grasp, and the first shot of hot jizz squirted into Alana's cunt. Hot dominance flowed through his veins, ignited by just how slutty she was, how depraved that she was happy to risk the chance of getting knocked up by her own father.

'If you want me to fuck a baby into you, alright ,' Roger all but growled, descending on her again to capture her mouth in a decadent, open-mouthed kiss, and slamming himself back inside to shoot the last of his potent cum in her womb.

Even as Alana shuddered with her second orgasm, Roger's dick didn't flag. He'd just creamed his cherished baby, and he wanted more.

'Dad!' Alana squealed, breaking away from the kiss, as Roger started humping her again in earnest, meat gliding in and out of her sweet cunt easily thanks to the load he'd already flooded her with. 'Oh my God -- I'm -- how are you still going?!'

He roughly kissed her cheeks, her closed eyes, drinking in the glow of her beautiful skin, shiny with sweat. He loved her so much. His heart felt stretched around a morning star, even as he railed his ecstatic daughter. If he hadn't been so obsessed with fucking her, he might have cried.

He was normal, before. They both were. He'd never even had a stray thought about Alana. Every time he looked at her, he felt pride at her beauty, longed for the camaraderie they shared when she was smaller, with the innocent adoration he'd felt since she was born. But a mere week in this horny hell and his pulsating cock was slamming in and out of her perfect little pussy, hugged all over by her greedy walls. It was like he'd bred and raised the perfect wife, like God himself crafted a child's holes to bring mindblowing pleasure to the meat that made them. He wanted to pump his load deep inside her, breed who knows how many more girls, and indulge in creaming all their tiny sucking pussies for the rest of his life. He'd raise them on his cock. It'd be what they'd play with, cuddle up to, kiss and suckle.

He never thought like this. He used to be normal.

Now, he was making Alana's eyes roll back in pleasure, perfect pussy milking his throbbing cock, and he didn't know how he'd ever be able to turn back time.

Both yelped when, lost in their rutting, they slipped off the side of the bed, with Roger's dad reflexes kicking in to hold tight to Alana so she slowly, painlessly landed on the carpeted cabin floor. His prick was still hilted in her, and even in this ridiculous position -- half hanging off the bed -- he was too close to the edge of orgasm to stop, and his hips quickly picked up the pace.

He noticed Alana squinting up at a framed painting, and she looked back at him, eyes clouded with lust, but still bright.

'I think -- mh -- I see a camera behind that picture.'

Despite knowing about the recordings, neither had scoured the cabin for any devices. Scared of what they'd find, maybe, or comforted by a deterrent to consummating their parent-child relationship. The picture pointed straight at the bed. It was a natural spot to hide a camera. There were three more paintings all around the room. One in the bathroom.

People like Daniela's father and Yannis had been watching their naked bodies in the shower from day one. They had tape of Alana's masturbation, of Roger's awkward, painful erections at the sight of her young shape. Of their passionate kissing. And now...

Alana let out a quiet gasp when Roger's second climax spilled inside her. Not as much as the first round, but gooey and wet and full of little swimmers regardless. Two thick loads of daddy cum to worry about, now the veil of red-hot lust was starting to lift.

'You okay, honey?' Roger whispered, stroking her cheek.

She nodded, but fear started to creep in at the seams -- and her father could tell. Gently, he pulled his cock out of her with a sloppy sound, and took her in his arms to lift her back onto the sheets. There, he lay his head against the soft skin of her stomach, hugging her close. Her pussy was wet against his chest, and he inhaled the smell of her arousal, their combined fluids, and just her .

'We're both tired,' he mumbled. 'Let's talk in the morning, alright?'

The sleep was overpowering her, and despite her rational reservations, she hadn't felt this comfortable in years, or this fucked-out satisfied ever. So she made an affirmative noise, stroked Roger's short hair, and slumbered.

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