Crazy Cruise trip with fathers

CRAZY CRUISE TRIP WITH FATHERS

Alana didn't know what to expect on the final day. She knew there'd be a party, and that scared her, because she could picture just how debauched it would be. She thought she could, anyway.

She hadn't expected the atmosphere to be so… electric.

The day was odd from the outset. Her dad had woken up before her, and was nowhere to be found when she rose. He'd spent the night on the floor after their inexplicable, unthinkable kisses, so he'd probably just gone off to lie down somewhere his back wouldn't kill him. Guilt prickled Alana's palms as she showered and dressed, but what else were they supposed to do? This ship was driving them mad. Who knows what would've happened if they'd slept in the same --

She didn't want to think about it.

Alana left the cabin with some trepidation, scared of the bacchanal she'd walk into, but there was nothing. The dining hall wasn't empty, but there was no fucking, no kissing, not even any groping. Eating her breakfast, she almost started to wonder if the previous days had been some sort of insane dream.

Sam sidled up, smiling broadly, a folded card in hand. 'Good morning, Alana! Where's your daddy?'

She had to fight the urge to cringe. 'Uh, I dunno. Probably catching some sun.'

Sam nodded. 'Alright. Well, I hope he'll be able to come, too.'

With that, she handed Alana the card, waved, and practically skipped off to another table. At the same time, Elodie approached with a tray of food, clearly still sleepy, and sat down.

'Morning,' she murmured. 'You look confused.'

'Yeah, just had a weird moment with Sam.'

'I think she was raised like, pretty religious. She is weird.'

That explained a lot. Alana unfolded the card, read the contents, and realised with a mixture of dread and comfort that she hadn't, in fact, hallucinated the incestuous debauchery of the previous week. What she held in her hand was an invitation to the wedding of Sam and her father, Bill, to be held later that evening in a room adjacent to the main party.

Elodie peered at the paper, and made a noise of recognition, speaking after she swallowed her mouthful of cereal: 'Aw, that's sweet of her, huh? I know you haven't hung out that much, but she does like you.'

'Yeah... ' Alana wasn't sure what to say. Sam wanted Roger to come along, too, and after last night's intense make out, the prospect made Alana blush -- and ache between the legs. The concept of this wedding was perverse enough, and she didn't think the ceremony would be at all traditional. 'What should I wear? I packed a nice dress, but it's not… marriage material.'

'Just do your best,' Elodie said, with a shrug and a smirk. 'It's not like you'll be keeping it on, anyway.'

When Alana blinked, Elodie laughed.

'Just kidding! Jeez.'

But Alana didn't believe her.

---

On the other side of the ship, at the back of the Pillar of Salt, Roger watched the ocean waves out of the window. This early in the morning, there was no one else in the bar. He'd ordered a scotch out of a sense of duty, but it sat before him, untouched, amber liquid gently swaying.

How could he look his daughter in the eyes after last night?

'Hey.'

He glanced up to see Chris, with his usual nervous smile. 'Hi, Chris.'

'Mind if I join you?'

Roger gestured to the leather seat across the table. Chris slid on with a slight squeak, and knit his hands in front of himself. 'You're looking a little lost.'

'You could say that. Where is everybody?'

'A lot of folks like to rest up for the Last Dance. It's what they call tonight. Makes you roll your eyes, but it really is the last chance some of these people'll have to indulge for a long while.'

'Makes sense.'

They sat in silence for a moment, watching Roger's scotch move to the swell of the waves.

'Chris,' Roger said, eventually. 'Look, I… you're a really decent guy. Like, really decent. How do you… how can you be okay with what happens here?'

Chris wasn't surprised by the question, but he didn't answer right away, either. He mulled it over, lips pressed together, until his expression melted into a helpless smile.

'Because it's what my daughter wants. And I can never say no to her. I don't know if it's right. It probably isn't. But it makes her happy, and that's all I could ever wish for.'

---

Alana spent most of the day back in the cabin. It would have been so easy to simply stay put, wait it out. Hell, get drunk if she needed to. Pass out in a boozy haze and wake up the next day to leave this crazy world and go back to normality. The memories of the kisses she and her father shared would fade.

And yet, when the wedding drew near, she donned her little black dress and click-clacked her way to the event hall in kitten heels. The hallways were empty, but a murmur floated through the ship the closer she got to the party. Conversation, music, laughter.

At first sight, it looked like any other fancy event. Men in suits, girls dressed to the nines, and sophisticated glasses of alcohol in every hand. Tables lined one end of the large room, alternately topped with platters of finger food… and naked girls.

Ah. Not quite like any other fancy event.

The young women that lay on the tables were decorated with small green leaves, arranged in patterns on their bodies to hold impeccably made sushi rolls. Alana looked at the girl closest to her, and recognised Elodie, with a strip of maki dotted down her torso, trembling slightly as a woman Alana didn't recognise stroked her tit, rolling Elodie's hard nipple under her palm. She spoke to Elodie's father, Tony, while he casually slid two fingers in and out of his daughter's shaved pussy, sometimes stopping to curl them inside her and wrestle her clit with his thumb.

'Oh, hmm , hey Alana,' Elodie moaned. The exhibitionism of it all clearly worked wonders on her. Her father's fingers pumped wetly in her juicy cunt. 'Real glad you could make it. Try the sushi. It's to die for.'

Alana meekly picked up a maki roll, slightly warm on one side from laying on Elodie's lust-hot body, and popped it in her mouth. It really was excellent. Somehow, that just made the whole situation stranger.

'It's good,' Alana murmured. She cleared her throat. 'Are you, uh, going to the wedding too?'

'I'm on table duty, but I'll stop by in a bit. I've been to so many of these, over the years, y'know?'

Alana didn't know, but she nodded. Father-daughter marriages weren't a rare thing? How many of these couples were there, devoted enough to make this commitment against all odds? It made her stomach feel funny. Elodie seemed to mistake her reticence for confusion, and pointed at a set of wide double doors.

'The wedding party's through there. It'll start soon, so you better hurry.'

'Right. Thanks.'

'Oh, but pick up a drink before you go!'

Alana followed Elodie's line of sight to another scene she both expected and didn't: Erica, leaning over a low table, completely naked and bobbing forward with the sharp thrusts of the stranger driving his cock into her pussy. She held a silver tray with only one whiskey left, careful not to spill a drop. Yannis sat in front of her, watching his darling girl get railed, and casually playing with her swaying tits as he shot a smile at Alana.

'Evening, Alana, glad you could make it,' Yannis said, in his deep, dangerous tone. 'Help yourself to the last drink.'

Hesitant, Alana picked up the scotch, eyeing her friend with concern. Erica didn't comment on her presence, and barely seemed to understand she was there , too wrapped up in being a living cocksleeve for the muscular man behind her.

'Is she okay?'

'Oh, Erica?' Yannis affectionately patted his daughter's cheek, grinning fondly when she instinctively angled her face to suck his thumb. 'She's fine, just in heat. Being used is her little dark fantasy, and she only indulges on this cruise. The rest of the year, she's faithful to me.'

The commanding way in which he stated this fact made Alana blush almost harder than the rampant sexuality all around her. 'Is she on something?'

'In this state, she doesn't need anything except her daddy's love. Isn't that right?'

Erica nodded, and shuddered with a full-body orgasm when her father cupped her face and kissed her full on the lips, taking advantage of her mouth hanging open in bliss to thoroughly ravish it with his tongue.

'Fuck,' said the man with his dick inside her, through gritted teeth. 'Her cunt walls are spasming like crazy . It's like a fucking milking machine.'

The scene was making Alana's head spin, her body heat up, and she left without another word, hurrying to the wedding room. She'd wasted a little time milling around, earlier, and walked in on what seemed like a traditional, wholesome scene. A young woman in white, with matching flowers in her hair, gazing up at her future husband with tears of joy. The man, significantly older, beamed at her, too, holding her hands tight. Guests watched from the sides, including some of Alana's new friends like Kim and her dad, Chris.

Except the couple were father and daughter. About half the guests were naked, or very nearly, jacking meaty cocks and fingering sopping pussies -- their own, or a partner's.

The minister (or the old man in priestly vestments, anyway) spoke:

'Do you, William Johnson, take your daughter, Samantha, to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as you did when you inseminated her mother and promised God to care for her?'

'I do.'

'And do you, Samantha Johnson, take your father, William, to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, beyond the duties God entrusted upon you to care for your parents?'

'I do.'

When the minister happily said, 'you may now share a kiss,' Sam got down on her knees, giggling with excitement, unzipped her father's smart slacks to let his stiff prick out, and kissed its hot pink head.

The audience burst into applause, startling Alana into doing the same. She couldn't get over how happy they both looked. How proudly Bill watched his daughter-wife nurse on the tip of his trembling cock, until he gently withdrew from her mouth.

'You're too good, princess,' he laughed. 'I don't want to spoil the main event.'

'Oh, daddy!' Sam's voice cracked with emotion, though her smile lit up the room. When Bill helped her up, he pulled her close to kiss her lips, then again. 'I can't believe it's finally happening.'

'It is. You're my wife, now.'

Alana saw Sam wiggle, rubbing her thighs together at his words. 'My daddy. My man.'

With a final, quick kiss, Sam turned away from him. Facing the guests, her dress was in full view, and it was obvious they hadn't skimped out just because of the odd circumstances of the wedding. It was richly embroidered, modern but full of neat, bejewelled arabesques. Alana was inspecting the artistry when the front suddenly dropped, exposing Sam's perky, pale breasts. Bill had been unzipping and unbuttoning her, leaving her in her white stockings and pumps, with lilies in her hair -- and nothing else. She hadn't even bothered to put on underwear.

Sam sat on the altar that separated the couple from the "priest," and opened her legs to bare her pretty, bald cunt to the world. In a move that surprised Alana, Bill didn't fuck his daughter right away, or even touch her twitching lips. Instead, he took a little square packet from his pocket, tore it open, and swiftly unrolled a condom over his hard-on.

He held his shaft at the base and slapped his thick meat between his daughter's creamy thighs, a series of sharp whacks that made her pussy quiver. Sam moaned, biting her painted bottom lip… but just as Bill lined up to cram his dick into her tiny cunt, she put a hand up to stop him.

'I want to feel you for real,' she murmured, taking hold of his prick.

'Are you sure?' Bill's voice dripped with lust. The whole thing felt staged , and Alana realised it was part of their vows, though whether they'd come up with it or it was a wedding custom aboard this ship was anyone's guess. 'That's incest, honey.'

'Lot was the only righteous man in Sodom, and God didn't punish him for getting his daughters pregnant.'

Bill's penis lurched in her grip, which made her smile. She trailed her fingers up his shaft, pinched the empty reservoir tip of the condom, and slowly pulled it off her father's hard dick, until his naked, velvety cockhead fell wetly against her mound. They paused to bask in the feeling of this first contact, staring at this one place their bodies touched each other.

Then, Sam took hold of his cock, and finally guided it into her famished pussy.

The sound of father and daughter's simultaneous moans at this first, blessed penetration shook Alana like she hadn't expected. She'd seen plenty of unashamed hardcore fucking around the ship over the past week, but never a first time like this. Bill humped into his precious girl, holding her close and whispering things no one else could hear, slowly shifting their stance until her cunt was pointing up, letting him mate her like a jackhammer. Their bodies were so in tune, so perfectly suited, it didn't take long for Bill's climax to creep up on him. The audience noticed his movements change, the pitch of his voice, and several readied their cameras to capture that priceless moment.

Bill creaming his daughter for the first time.

And that's just what happened. After some more haphazard thrusts, Bill groaned and paused, cock half buried in his child. Under a flurry of photo flashes, he flooded Sam's pussy with vigorous spunk, sperm escaping around his pole and running down his daughter's ass in thick white rivulets. Shuddering, he crammed his dick fully inside, as if to plug it and stop any more baby batter from running out, and lay on Sam, showering her face and neck with kisses while his hands worked to bring her pleasure, focusing on her clit.

It was an awkward position. Pulling out to give himself free access would've been easier, but they both wanted his cock to throb inside her for as long as possible.

Dazed, Alana's gaze raised up from the passionate couple, and met Roger's eyes.

He was standing on the other side of the room, hidden from Alana's view behind the minister. He'd watched the whole thing, too.

With a mind of their own, Alana's feet marched her out of the hall as fast as they could.

---

Roger didn't have the presence of mind to follow Alana out. He stood, riveted to the spot, watching Sam and Bill bask in a post-orgasmic glow, trading soft kisses and caresses, his cock still firmly buried inside her cunt. The guests, who'd been masturbating freely throughout the ceremony, seemed to take the couple's climax as an OK to descend into a full-blown orgy, and it was only when the room was starting to turn into a writhing mass of incestuous delirium that Roger dazedly wandered back into the main event hall.

The atmosphere here was by no means chaste out here, but there was at least some room to breathe and think things over.

His lips still tingled with the memory of last night's kisses. Compared the rest of the passengers, they'd barely done anything taboo, but he knew it was a line they couldn't uncross. How were they supposed to go back to their normal lives after everything they'd learned? Could Roger even kiss his girlfriend back home again without picturing Alana's soft mouth?

The gap between them would grow larger than before, until they were practically strangers. Unless they went for the other option.

Pushing through.

It was crazy to think about. He didn't want to think about it. But he'd heard so many stories of incest where sex hadn't weakened their connection. So many stories where the girls made the first move.

'Because it's what my daughter wants. And I can never say no to her. I don't know if it's right. It probably isn't. But it makes her happy, and that's all I could ever wish for.'

Thinking about Chris's words, Roger found himself wandering out of the main hall, into a side corridor, searching for peace and quiet. Instead, predictably, he walked into yet another rutting session. It was almost too banal to react to, by now, except for his recognition of the girl being humped: Daniela, the therapist who'd presented the eye-popping workshop he and Alana had mistakenly attended. But who was the old man fucking her?

'Oh, you're Alana's father, aren't you?' said Daniela, as casually as if they'd bumped into each other on the street. Roger nodded, and she looked back over her shoulder with a grin. 'They're the couple Sean told us about, dad.'

The old man made a sound of recognition. 'Ah, the Hoppers! You can call me David. Sean sent me some of your work. Impressive.'

'You've seen my TV shows?'

'Among others. Yesterday's kissing scene was something else.'

Roger's stomach froze. Daniela giggled, and David slowed his thrusting to laugh with her.

'You know about the cameras, don't you? Why so surprised?'

'Did you organise this?' Roger asked. He was equal parts stunned and furious, completely unequipped to react to this insane situation. 'This cruise?'

'I don't know if any one person really organises it. We chip in. Sean and Yannis and the others do most of the heavy lifting. But I suppose I was one of the originators of the concept, yes.' A particularly well-angled swing of the hips had Daniela squirming under his hands. ' My baby girl's mother brought me into this delicious lifestyle . I just wanted to spread the joy.'

'You're sick,' was all Roger could say.

'Judging by the state of your pecker, so are you.'

Roger looked down at the rigid erection smouldering between his legs. When he returned to David and Daniela, there was real pain in his eyes. 'Why do you do this?'

'Name a better way to form an ironclad network than sharing a secret like this, Hopper,' David's movements sped up, punctuating every other word with a high-pitched cry from Daniela. 'I'll wait. And more than that, you know what? It's just fun .'

Wordless, Roger watched the old creep hilt himself with a grunt and shoot his load inside his daughter, the same way he had done since he and his wife decided Daniela was ready to breed. And Daniela? Her usually composed, professional mask shattered completely, and she took David's cum with the most genuine expression of joy Roger had ever seen.

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