Chapter 8: CHAPTER 08
No. Roger couldn't have told her any of that. Thank God she was already asleep.
Trying to undress as quietly as he could, Roger glanced over at the vague shape of Alana in bed, and his heart jumped in his chest. She was on her side, snoozing like he'd seen a million times before, all throughout her life, but now⦠the tank top she wore as pyjamas was bunched up around her breasts. He saw her slim torso, up the swell of the underside of her young tits, and a flash of her perfect little nipples -- her hard nipples.
What would it be like to close his lips around that nipple and suck his daughter's tits?
Roger's cock lurched, and he swiftly looked away.
This trip was making him sick in the head. But he'd resist, and everything would go back to the way it was before.
It had to.
ππDAY 5π³οΈ
Freshly showered, Roger came out of the ensuite bathroom and smiled at Alana. A song played from her currently useless cellphone, and she danced to the light Pop beat, not caring how silly she looked. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her father, and raised her eyebrows at him with a little half smirk.
'Thought you might've fallen down the drain.'
'Who are you to deny a man the pleasure of a good shower? It's the only normal thing on this ship.'
Alana stuck out her tongue, waving her slim arms to the music. Things felt right, for the first time since they boarded -- for the first time in a long while, actually. They used to be close, before he started dating again. They had fun.
Suddenly, the sun shone through the cabin window, backlighting his daughter. The thin shirt she'd worn to bed became almost totally translucent, giving Roger a view of Alana's perfect body as if she were dancing for him in the nude. Thin, small, but obviously all woman, with a beautiful curve to her hips and perky little tits whose nipples insistently poked out, stimulated by rubbing against fabric. He could even make out the darkness of her areolas. Arousal kicked in his briefs, and he hated what this trip was doing to him. Corrupting even the precious last safe havens aboard the ship, making him confused about his relationship with his only child.
Only two more days.
They'd be fine.
It was difficult to keep telling himself this when they made their way down for breakfast and immediately ran into Elodie, pantsless, bouncing on her dad's cock.
'Morning, guys,' Elodie said. Her father grunted, clearly needing more focus than her. 'The girls're, hmm, sitting in the corner, I'll be over soon.'
While Roger and Alana couldn't help staring at Elodie's cunt swallow Tony's thick cock over and over, each thrust accompanied by the squelch of her dripping arousal, nobody else paid them any mind. Most people were still waking up, sleepily sipping coffee or orange juice. Alana wondered how many men here had stayed up all night, ploughing the pussies they'd helped create. Maybe she and her father were the only ones missing out --
The only ones with morals .
Alana's little daughter group sat around a larger table, this time, in order to include their parents, so Roger awkwardly joined the circle, taking a seat beside his sort-of friend Chris. He was eager to show he hadn't lost respect for the man after seeing his submissive display the day before. Somehow, talking to the guy made it hard to find his sexual devotion to his daughter disgusting. It was like a whole different world.
'Daddy!' Erica yelped, excited.
Sure enough, Yannis was strolling over, munching on a muffin. Here was a man Roger had no lost love for. He was crude , unrelentingly sexual, and even though Erica seemed positively obsessed with her dad, only really perking up when he was around, their whole thing left him with a weird feeling.
'Hey, hey. Good morning,' he announced, zeroing in on Alana's dad. 'Got plans today?'
'Uh,' said Roger.
Great. I want to pick up on the other night. Let's walk.'
'Can I finish my breakfast?'
'Sure thing.'
While her father hurried through his meal, Alana observed him questioningly. What could he possibly have to talk about with Yannis, of all people? She'd have to ask him when they were back at the cabin. That new, perverse little devil on her shoulder whispered something about how he must be picking up tips on how to seduce his daughter, but she physically waved it away. Roger wasn't like that.
Erica pouted, looking askance at her father. 'You woke up so late, Daddy. You didn't even fuck me, and now you're leaving as soon as you got here.'
Yannis chuckled, and casually pulled his impressive uncut dick out of his fly, already half hard. Even after several days on this cruise, a part of Alana still managed to be shocked when he started stroking himself in the presence of dozens of fathers and daughters, who acted as though it were the most natural thing in the world. In minutes, she saw his rigid cock twitch, his grip tighten, and he aimed down to shoot creamy cum into Erica's cup of coffee.
'There,' he sighed. 'That'll tide you over until I'm back.'
Erica smirked, and took a generous sip of her drink. She licked her lips, spreading a thin layer of her father's semen over them, and hummed happily. 'I love your Daddy lattes. Thank you.'
Soon, Yannis and Roger were walking away, passing the armchairs where Tony was still pumping his prick into his daughter's pussy. Elodie was nestled in the chair by this point, presenting her cunt so her father could more easily hump her, like a pair of horny animals. She waved at the other two dads, biting her lip.
No matter what he told himself in his more optimistic moments, Roger didn't know how he'd return to the real world after all this.
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The jewel protruding from the young woman's asshole glinted in the light. Sitting poolside with her father, the girl -- mid twenties, it looked like -- caught Roger's eye as he and Yannis exited onto the lido deck. As she sunbathed in the nude, legs comfortably splayed, his gaze went straight to the plug firmly anchored in her ass, its base decorated with a stone.
The girl smirked, and with a stretch, readjusted her position to be on all fours. This prompted her dad to squeeze a liberal dose of suntan oil on her raised rear, where it trickled down her curves, pooling around the based of the plug, running down her shaved pussy lips. Roger felt his throat dry up, watching the guy massage the oil into his daughter's flawless skin -- and grinning at him, like an open invitation to her gorgeous body. Fuck my daughter. I want to see it.
'Hey,' Yannis snapped his fingers in front of Roger's face, breaking him out of his spell. 'You listening?'
'Er, sorry.'
Yannis smirked, following his line of sight. 'I can see you're interested. If you're dead-set on keeping your hands off your kid, you can find plenty of little sluts around here who'll sit on your cock.'
'I --'
'But we're talking right now, alright? Eyes on the prize.'
Yannis led Roger along, away from the mesmerising girl, and around the pool. This didn't mean fewer erotic sights. Though some people were enjoying the water normally, or catching rays, it was impossible to settle one's gaze anywhere chaste. Girls lazily touching themselves under the summer heat, suckling on their fathers' stiffening pricks -- or, occasionally, succumbing to full-blown public sex. As Yannis spoke, Roger struggled to keep his attention off a neighboring couple on a patch of astroturf, where a man had his daughter face-down, contorted in a gymnast's pose to drive his cock into her fresh, exposed pussy.
Have you thought about my proposal?' Yannis asked, ignoring the girl's rhythmic moans.
Roger nodded. On the strength of being together on this cruise alone, Yannis had pitched the production of a two-season prestige TV show under Electric's umbrella. Roger would run it, pen the bulk of the episodes, and finally get out of the funk he'd spiralled into with his wife's death. There were only two conditions: they had to shake on it before the end of the trip -- no contracts yet, but a gentleman's agreement -- and he had to run his pitches past his boss Sean Adler, too.
'I mean, it'd be a life saver. Alana wouldn't have to worry about a thing for -- maybe not the rest of her life, but a damn long time.'
'Maria, too.'
'Huh?'
Yannis smirked. 'Your girlfriend.'
'Oh.' Roger's face heated up. He'd barely stopped to think about her since they'd embarked on this journey, in truth. And besides⦠'How do you know about her?'
'We know more than you think.'
The sentence sent a chill down Roger's spine, paired with the ecstatic cries from the rutting father-daughter pair nearby. Before he could dig deeper, Yannis's shirt pocket vibrated, and he pulled out a phone and texted back --
Wait.
'How're you getting service?' Roger asked.
'I'm trusted,' Yannis said, simply. 'And my wife sends me updates on our youngest. Well, my youngest.'
'Your wife isn't the mother?'
'Who do you think is ?'
His eyes pierced Roger's, an eager smirk on his lips, and Roger's stomach dropped. Somehow, even knowing -- and seeing -- all the incestuous rutting aboard the ship, he hadn't stopped to think about how, inevitably, some of these men were fucking pregnancies into their daughters' fertile wombs. Yannis's girl was so young, barely over eighteen now. How could he --
'It's Sean.' Having read the message, Yannis tucked his phone back into his pocket. 'He's venturing out of his room tomorrow, finally. Can you get your pitches ready by then?'
'Yeah,' Roger heard himself say, detached from it all. The realisation of just how far these relationships went still had his head swirling.
'Good. That's all I wanted to hear.'
Yannis allowed his eyes to roam the pool, taking in every kind of sexual activity imaginable, and stopped on a particular sight that made him groan and palm his crotch through his slacks. Roger followed his line of sight to a shady lounging area. On a deck chair surrounded by the pair's discarded clothes, a woman lay writhing in pleasure as her father jackhammered his cum-slick prick inside her. His hands reverently held her round stomach, stroking the fruit of their lust.
Around the rutting couple, men watched the action and pumped their fists around their throbbing cocks, shaking flowing precum onto the floor with each vigorous movement, fucking their hands to the sights and sounds of this ultimate taboo.
When Roger's gaze returned to Yannis, the Greek had wrestled his erection out of his pants and was beating his meat just as hard as the other men.
'She reminds me so much of Erica when she was like that,' he groaned, hips bucking into his grip. 'There's nothing hotter than seeing your girl's belly swell with your seed. Not many of us go that far, but most⦠most dream about it.'
A look around the crowd of furiously masturbating men seemed to prove this theory. Were they all fantasising about doing the same to their own daughters? Sliding in between their sweet little girls' pussy lips, slamming their glistening cocks in the impossibly tight holes they'd created, flooding their young cunts with potent, purposeful seed?
Roger felt a persistent throb between his legs.
'How could you go that far?' he murmured.
Yannis grinned.
NOTE : If you have been in Roger 's place what should have you done ?
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