A Simple Foolproof Plan

Daddy grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head, roughly pulling me to him, and kissing me deeply, his hips never slowing, his rigid member relentless in its assault on my flower stretched around it. He kissed me like he owned me, and that kiss asserted his ownership of me, his dominance over me. And I responded as if I was owned, moaning into his mouth like a whore, my hips increasing their speed searching for more and more of this phenomenally wonderful hard manhood that he was giving me so generously. I wrapped my legs around him and stopped holding myself up. I dropped all my weight on his rod, and he was fully planted in me. My hips went crazy as I twerked on his lap, knowing it would drive him crazy. But he decided to up the crazy, sliding two fingers into my previously untouched asshole. I screamed and grabbed him as tight as I could while I rode yet another orgasm. Daddy never slowed down, holding me tight while I orgasmed on him, but still fucking me hard and deep.

He flipped me over onto my back, and bent down and resumed kissing me. He was still fucking me hard, but now he was straight up pounding me. He fucked me harder than I've ever been hammered, our crotches slamming together forcefully. I felt him speed up, and pound even harder into me. He had both hands squeezing my hair painfully, and I heard him yell, "LOOK AT ME!!" I looked into his face and he held my gaze as long as he could, until his eyes clinched shut, his teeth gritted, he wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight I thought I would break, and then he held still. And I felt it... Volley after volley, squirt after squirt, of his essence, his seed, pouring straight into me. My pussy spasmed a final time, cumming with him, clutching, sucking, seeking the sperm, pulling it deep inside me where it would do the most good. There was no going back now. I had fucked my own father, and he'd cum inside me, unprotected. And from the feel of it, a LOT.

As we both came down and our bodies relaxed, he started kissing me again. But this time, his kisses were warm and deep, loving. He was kissing me like he worshiped me, like I was a single most precious woman in the world. I have never in my life felt so loved, so desired, so cherished. This man, my father.... He owned me body and soul. We lay there kissing, until the kisses became simple pecks, and sleep was threatening to overtake us. I needed to pee, but I didn't want to get up because I didn't want a drop of my daddy spilling out of me. Finally, my bladder won, and I got up and went to the bathroom. As I walked, my pussy was tender and deliciously sore. I thought to myself, I've never felt like this even after one of Lucas's most energetic sessions. Lucas? Who the hell was he? I know this makes me a horrible human being, but I only wanted to have my Daddy's dick inside me ever again.

When I came back into the room, daddy had pulled the covers back. "We're sleeping together right?" he asked, strangely unsure of himself considering everything he'd just done to me.

"From now on, if I have my way," I answered. I got into the bed under the covers and he got in after me. He put his arms around me, holding me close, and we were both asleep in no time.

What was I thinking?! This was our first time having sex! This is also our first time even being naked together. What would make me think that we could go to bed naked and stay asleep all night?! I was laying on my stomach, sleeping very peacefully. I mean, Daddy had really put it on me tonight! Through my sleep, I heard him whisper, "Sierra, you up?" When I didn't answer, I heard him a little louder, "Sie, you up?" I smiled at the craziness of me, naked in bed with my father, and him waking me up to 'get some.' He saw me smile.

"Good, you're up," he said. He started rubbing my back with his hand, up and down. I must admit, it felt pretty good, but it felt even better when he started rubbing my ass. His strong hands were all over this sweet, round ass. I spread my legs thinking he might want to dip down to my pussy but no... He was all about the booty. I thought about the fact that in five years, my husbands only interaction with my backside had been him saying, "Damn, you look good those jeans." Now, in my first time with daddy, his tongue had spent several minutes inside my ass. My father knew what my ass tasted like! How many fathers could say that about their daughters? And with that thought, I spread my legs, arched my back, and invited him to do whatever he wanted. He accepted my invitation eagerly!

He went down behind me, pulled my cheeks apart and dove in. He licked my asshole, tongue-fucked my asshole, and flicked my clit endlessly until I felt myself about to come again. He pressed two fingers inside my pussy and vibrated that spot again and that put me over the edge. I was cumming with my dad, his fingers in my pussy and his tongue in my ass... I've never felt so incredible in my life. While I was coming down from that last orgasm, he ran into the bathroom and grabbed some lotion. He slathered it all over his still hard cock, and all over my tight back orifice. I assumed the position, Face on the bed, ass on the air, as I waited for the most unimaginable thing to ever happen in my life. I looked around at daddy and said, "Fuck me daddy... Fuck your little girl in the ass!"

This was beyond taboo. He was like an animal looking at me... But, he was still my father, and he never wanted to hurt me. So he took his time and fed his dick into my ass little by little. Yes it hurt, but it hurt so good. It took him about five minutes to get all the way inside me. Then, he just held it there so I could get used to feeling inside me, in that place. I pulled myself forward, and slowly pushed back a little bit. I pulled myself for again just a little bit more, pulling a little more out of me. Then I pushed back again. I did this a couple times before daddy decided to get it on the action. He slowly started pulling out of me and then back again. As we fucked a little bit harder, it slowly began to feel good... really good. Feeling him inside me there was so different from vaginal sex. Not necessarily better, just different. But, every bit as good. As we fucked harder and faster, and we got more and more into the act, I knew I'd want to have this for the rest of my life. Now, not only my pussy but my ass belonged to daddy. Surely my mouth and throat were next.

SLAP! Out of nowhere, my ass stung. "You like that?" he asked.

"Do it again!" I said breathlessly.

SLAP! "Nnnnnnnnnnghhh!! Do it again!"

"You're such a," SLAP! "bad girl, letting your own" SLAP!! "daddy," SLAP! "fuck you" SLAP!! "in your ass!" SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

Just like that, I was cumming again, screaming like a fucking banshee as he pounded me from behind, my ass squeezing his cock like a silken vice. How quickly did I get used to his thick cock fucking my ass! It felt so good, it was almost impossible to pull away from it, but I did. As I felt him getting close to cumming himself, I yanked away from him, turned around and grabbed his cock base, squeezing it tightly until the urge passed.

"The hell?!" he protested, his angry hard rod looking to finish its job.

"You were just about to cum," I said. "I'll let you come in my ass and everywhere else all this week, but tonight, this first night, all of your seed goes into one place in one place only," I said as a patted my hairy pussy, hungry for more of his creamy batter.

With a frustrated growl, daddy got up off the bed and went to the bathroom. I heard water running briefly, and then he came back out with a small washcloth. He sat on the bed and spread his legs. He handed me the washcloth, saying, "You want it, you clean it." I took the soapy washcloth and lovingly washed his cock, making it clean enough to re-enter my holy temple of incest. As he lined up his tool with my waiting sanctuary, he murmured, "God, I love you!"

I answered, "I love you, too, and I want your babies. Now fuck me, Daddy! Make me say your name!" And so he did.

*****

The phone rang, loud and irritatingly rude, and abruptly waking me from the most amazing sleep of my life. I was warm under the covers, safely wrapped in my father's arms. At that moment, I had no need for anything on the other side of that door. So why was this fucking phone ringing?! Finally, it stopped, only to start ringing again a few seconds later. It was closer to me, but Dad reached over me and picked it up, growling his annoyance.

"Hello... oh, hey Jax... mmhmm... mmhmm... where y'all at... mmhmm... y'all seated yet... ah'ite, we still in bed, gotta shower, but we'll be there in a minute... I'onknow... 15... ah'ite, bet."

I looked at him and guessed, "Jax wants us to get up and come to breakfast?"

"Yeah, and the clock is ticking," he answered. "Good morning, baby," he added as he kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

"Eww," I giggled. "I don't know where that tongue has been!"

He smiled and reached between my legs and squeezed my quim gently, saying, "You know exactly where this tongue has been."

It was still a little sore and tender from his delicious abuse last night, making me hiss when he applied pressure. "Oooh! No, Daddy, we don't have time right now. Plus you gotta let a girl recover. You wore my little pussy out! She needs time to heal." He is my dad, but he's also a man. Every man loves to hear a woman complain that he fucked her too hard. Daddy was no different. He was grinning like an idiot as he said, "Aww, baby, I'm sorry. I'll try to be gentle next time, okay?"

Flattery successfully applied, I reminded him, "Dad, you told Jax we're still in bed."

"We are still in bed," he said.

"Yeah, but the way you said made it sound like we're in bed together. Jax might think that maybe we slept in the bed together."

Then, with no big pronouncement, no oaths or promises, but just a shrug, my father nonchalantly said three little words that changed the whole trajectory of our lives forever: "I don't care."

"Really?" I asked.

As he got up to go into the bathroom to get ready, he just shook his head, saying, "Nah, not really. This is just the first day of the cruise. I don't want to stop. Do you?"

I shook my head and said without a hint of indecision, "No. Not at all."

As he closed the bathroom door, I heard him say, "Hell, I'll be surprised if he doesn't figure it out."

As I heard the shower turn on, I thought to myself, I don't know what's gonna happen, but I won't be alone. At that moment, that was all that mattered. I decided to grab another 5 minutes of sleep.

*****

We made it to the dining room and saw Jax and Marcus sitting there. Thankfully, they were still eating. Jax waved happily at us as we made our way through the full dining room to their table. Much to my disbelief, I was walking pretty gingerly. All my life, the idea of a girl 'walking funny' after sex was just a crude joke, or maybe a figure of speech. No woman actually had that happen, right? Well, I can tell you for sure, it can happen. My dad does not have some monstrous-sized horse-dick, the size of a Pringle's can. He just has a decent, human-sized penis that he apparently knows how to use to its absolute fullest potential. And now, I was 'walking funny.' I hoped Jax didn't notice. As we got to the table, he pulled me down in a hug, saying, "Hey, Sie, you hurt your leg or something this morning? You're walking funny!"

I shot my dad a dirty look as I said, "I must'a twisted it or something. It'll be alright."

Marcus pursed his lips, murmuring, "Mm-Hmm."

Jax patted the seat beside him and said, "Well, sit here next to me and tell me what you guys did last night."

As I took my seat, I winced and hissed aloud as my butt made contact with the seat. Apparently, my abused tushy-hole was still filing complaints about mistreatment and hostile work environment. Jax quipped, "Girl, are you okay?"

"She's fine!" snapped Daddy. "She was up a lot last night complaining about the pain. She'll be okay."

I stared daggers at my father. It was HIS fault I was 'walking funny!' He'd better be ready kiss it and make it better! Marcus said, "Mmm-Hmm, Mmm-Hmm." I glanced it him, and looked at me with raised eyebrows, clearly asking me a question. His eyes darted quickly to Dad and back, and then his eyebrows lifted even higher. I gasped, and his eyes narrowed and he looked at me, nodding conspiratorially. Fuck! We'd been on this cruise less that 24 hours, and my dad had fucked me until I could barely walk, and my brother's boyfriend, who I'd met two weeks ago, knew it. What else was going to happen on this cruise?

We managed to make it through breakfast without further comment on my physical discomfort. Today we were in port, so we made plans to meet at the gangway at 11:00, and go ashore together. It sounded like fun, but all I could think about was making it through the day to end up back in bed with Daddy. After breakfast, we all walked out on the deck. The weather was so absolutely perfect that we agreed that we'd all be happier laying out around the pools and drinking umbrella drinks rather than fighting the rude, smelly crowds milling around St.Thomas. We went back to our rooms to change and come back out for an early start. Back in the cabin, Daddy was all concerned.

"Does it still hurt, baby?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"No," I answered. "It doesn't hurt, but I can still feel it." Most of the pain was gone. Pussy is resilient, apparently.

"You want me to kiss it and make it better?" he offered.

"You sure you don't mind?" I asked, already undressing.

"Not at all," he said, laying me back on the bed. "Anything to make my little girl feel better," he said, his tongue slipping between my folds.

He was so gentle and delicate, as if I was made of tissue paper and he thought I might tear from his kisses. He sucked my tender labia into his mouth, the sucking pressure feeling so good I quickly started moaning. He licked me from top to bottom, not hesitating to go lower and paint my back button with his tongue, caressing the tender delicate flesh. He didn't push inside, thank goodness... I wasn't ready again yet. Instead, he licked my ass like it was, well, delicious. Over and over, licking my asshole, my pussy, gently licking my clit, nonstop, until I winced in orgasm, coming like a gentle wave. It was so soft, so loving, I wondered for a moment if this was what it would be like with another girl. He came up and kissed me, our tongues chasing each other. I tasted myself on his lips, and that thought made me smile.

I felt his hard shaft against me, urgent and needy. He began to get up, but I said, "Daddy, what about you?"

"No, Sie, I'm fine. I don't want you sore," he protested.

God! What a wonderful man! I knew from experience if I didn't feel like it but Lucas was horny, I'd have to put out anyway. But not my father. First of all, Dad went down on me, which Lucas would never do, then he made me cum without adding to my discomfort, and then wasn't worried about his own orgasm. Gentle, loving, considerate...

"No, Dad, that's not right at all. Lay on your back, and let's be gentle."

He laid down, his gorgeous prick pointing up at an angle. I knelt over it, held him upright, and slowly lowered my steamy snatch down on him. It didn't hurt at all, but I didn't want to tempt fate. I rotated my hips in a circular motion, slowly, sensually, felling him move inside me. I lifted up a little and came back down, up, down, around... he felt SO GODDAMN GOOD INSIDE ME!!! I leaned down to look in his eyes, but as soon as my face got close, he grabbed my head and kissed me fully, hungrily, his tongue searching inside my mouth, my tongue answering his need. He moaned into my mouth as he hunched up into me, gently, but still filled with need. Suddenly he pulled away from our kiss and looked me in my eyes, staring intently, his gaze almost manic with desire. I couldn't look away... we soul-gazed, and then I felt it. He was spurting his seed into me, warming my very soul with his life-creating elixir. My eyes rolled back in my head as I joined him in climax, my vagina pulsing, pulling his issue further inside. It felt like he came in me for hours; hours of nonstop pumping of his virile baby batter into me. I knew I was going to be the mother of his child... and its loving big sister. Once we returned down from heaven, his kisses resumed, deep, soulful, and filled with love. My father had kissed me more times in twelve hours than Lucas had kissed me in five years. And as I fell deeper in love with Dex Montgomery, any thoughts of Lucas Broadman seemed to fade further and further into the distance. What was I going to do?

We finally got back up to the pool deck. Jax and Marcus were already there. From the looks of it, they'd been there for some time. "About time! I thought you two blew us off or something," said Marcus, looking pointedly at me. I wasn't wearing a watch, and there wasn't a clock in sight.

"How long have you guys been here?" I asked timidly.

Jax glanced at his watch and said, "About an hour."

"An hour?!" I said. Daddy and I looked at each other guiltily. He just shrugged and grabbed a deck chair. "Welp, Im'ma work on my rich brown," he said, relaxing back onto the chair.

"'Rich brown?'" I asked as I took the chair next to him. As I laid back myself, without thinking, I took his hand in mine. Daddy slipped his fingers between mine, and we sat there, holding hands in front of my brother and his boyfriend.

"Yeah," Daddy answered. "Tanning's for white folks. Brothas work on our rich brown hue. Drives girls crazy," he joked. He laid back and closed his eyes, relaxing. All was right with his world.

"Then mission accomplished," I muttered under my breath. Apparently, Jax heard me.

"So 'sup with you and dad?" Jax asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Sie, Marcus noticed something at breakfast," he said. "I'll say it nicely. Trouble walking? Sore coochie. Trouble sitting? Sore tushy. You seem to have both, and the only person who could have given them to you is our dear old dad. So. Are you and dad sleeping together?"

I was speechless. Speechless and terrified. I figured I could lie, but that would mean staying away from dad for the rest of the cruise. I could admit it, and see Jax and Marcus looking at us in horror and disgust. Plus, of course, immediately telling everyone in the family. I glanced at Dad, who seemed completely chill.

"Wh-- what are you talking about?" I sputtered stupidly.

"So you are," Jax answered.

"I didn't say that!" I protested.

"You didn't have to," said Marcus. "Guilty people always answer questions with questions. They're trying to buy some time to make up a better answer."

"Who the fuck are you, Ace Ventura?!" I snapped at him.

Jax and Marcus both said at the same time, "Ace Ventura?" Then they all burst out laughing. I caught dad smiling, his eyes still closed. At least I knew he was paying attention.

Smiling despite myself, I said, "Sorry. I'm under a lot of pressure here and that's what popped in my mind."

Jax added, "Well you're the one strolling around the ship with that 'freshly-fucked' glow, and--"

"Hey!" Said Dad out of nowhere. "Watch how you speak to the woman I'm sleeping with. I care about her, so be nice."

A full minute of silence.

Finally, Jax said, "Dad, would you like to explain?"

"I'm your father. I don't have to explain myself to you." He said quietly.

"Maybe," he said. "But what about mom, and the rest of the family?"

"You'd run and tell?" Dad asked, sitting up to look at his son. "Who has been there for you on this journey to accept yourself? Boy, I knew you were gay before you did, and I ain't been nothing but supportive. When you were sixteen and everybody started asking questions and making mean, shitty comments, I shut they asses down. Who warned the family not to say shit, and let you take as long as you needed for you to tell us? So that when you finally did come out, it was painless. I did all that."