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The next morning, they were all in line to go in for breakfast by 7:00. Darby couldn’t stop yawning. Nora asked her, off to the side, “Girl, you okay?”

“Yeah. We got to go potty,” and she grabbed Nora’s hand and dragged her to the nearest restroom.  Once they were safely out of their dads’ earshot, “I’m exhausted! Somebody woke up hungry in the middle of the damn night!” She tried to look angry but she couldn’t stop smiling. Nora laughed with her. Darby continued, “Nor, can I ask you somethin’ you know, really personal?”

“Yeah. ‘Sup?”

Darby was usually not the least bit shy, but here, she pulled her friend in close and whispered, “When you guys do it, does he like always make you, you know, cum, two or three times? Always? Is that normal?”

Nora laughed out loud, “I KNOW, RIGHT?!” Then quietly, “Oh, I forgot, your now-kinky-slutty-ass was a virgin when y’all started.  No, honey. Most guys don’t give a rat’s ass IF you cum let alone make sure you get multiples. Trust me, what we have here is special. Remember what I told you… NOBODY will ever fuck you better than your daddy. You better find a way to get a nap in today, ‘cause I promise you you ain’t getting NO sleep tonight.  Hell, we’re tryin—“ She shut up suddenly.

“What?”

“Nothin’.”

“WHAT?!”

“NOTHIN’!”  Darby stared intently at her best friend. “Fine! Nosey bitch! We’re trying to get pregnant on the cruise.  I tossed my pills last week.”

Darby screamed at the top of her lungs, “Aiiieeeeeeee!! US TOO!! That’s why he was waking me up at 4, talkin’ ‘bout, ‘got to do it at least twice a day’!  Omigod! Aunt Nora!!” And they hugged and cried like crazy people.

Jake and Nate had no idea where they were.  Jake thought he heard something like ‘potty’ so he figured they’d be out in a minute.  A few minutes later, they walked out, but it looked like they had been crying.  Wondering what could be wrong on this, their wedding day, they opened their arms to embrace them and offer comfort for whatever the fuck was wrong. But the girls didn’t walk to their fathers.  They went to each others’ fathers and hugged them.  Darby said, “Hi, Uncle Nate.” Nora said, “Hi, Uncle Jake! So Darby tells me you guys are also trying to conceive on this little vacation.”

The men looked stunned, and looked at each other, and embraced like brothers. Jake said, “This is soooo great!”

As they were sat at their table, Nora said, “So the first one to produce two positive pregnancy tests, wins.”

“Wins what?” Asked Nate.

“Bragging rights for the rest of our lives that we did it first!”

“Awww, that’s such a shame,” said Jake. “‘Cause y’all goin’ down, cuz!”

The wait staff brought their food to raucous laughter and an indecent amount of trash-talking for so early in the morning.

After breakfast, they hurried back to their suites to change into, well, nicer shorts and island wear. Their next-door neighbors were just leaving their cabin. Nora waved at them. The wife waved back, genuinely smiling. He scowled at her and Nate. His wife elbowed him sharply, and he grudgingly waved back. Nora and the wife shared a laugh at husband’s expense as she and her husband walked away. 

At 8:30, they were waiting at the gangway to get off. They were the first people in line. Jake was going through his bag, making sure he had everything they’d need.  Promptly at nine, they started letting people off the ship, warning passengers that the ship would leave at 3:00 ship’s time, with them or without them.

As they made it off the ship and followed the crowd to the shopping area, they saw that it was a lovely island. Jake was worried that he would miss the ‘St. Maarten sign’ since the name ‘St. Maarten’ was everywhere. He was told to keep walking straight and he’d know it. Sure enough, there it was. ‘Welcome to St. Maarten’ in eight-foot letters. There was a tall black man with a sign that said simply, ‘Le Clerc.’ He waved to him, and Luke Le Clerc waved back. As the group got closer, Jake could see that Mr. Le Clerc was very good-looking. Tall, about six feet, the same creamy mocha color skin that Darby had, solidly muscled but not like a gym-rat, more like good genes and hard work, with big, strong-looking hands. Hazel eyes, dimples, a two-day neatly lined stubble, and softly curled black hair. He had laugh lines around his eyes and an easy, infectious smile.  The man was absolutely gorgeous. Not guy-on-the-street gorgeous, but movie star magazine cover gorgeous. Against his better judgment, Jake glanced at Darby. Her and Nora were standing there slack-jawed, oblivious to the fact that they were staring. Nate leaned over and whispered to Jake, “I ain’t leaving Nora in the same room as this motherfuckah!” Jake nodded in agreement.

“Hi, Mr. Le Clerc?” aske Jake.

“Oui, I am Luke Le Clerc. You are?” He said with a French accent.

“I’m Jake Steele, this is Darby. And Nate and Nora Rochester. Which way to the car?”

“We wait for two more couples.”

“Really?”

“Oui. Today is unusually busy, but no worry. We will get you back to your ship by 3. We never fail.”

Nate spoke up, “Yo, did you like, sell your soul to the devil to get this good-looking, because, damn.”

Everyone burst put laughing, and Le Clerc smiled, activating those goddamned dimples, blasting a mouthful of perfect, dazzlingly white teeth, and said, “You are too kind!”

Two more couples showed up, both white, both apparently father daughter. Jake was surprised. He’d sort of thought this would be a one on one thing. He’d found it, but he’d had to really look for it. There certainly wasn’t a travel site that said, “Love banging your daughter and want to marry her? We can help!”

Le Clerc said, “We are all here. We go!” He led them to a very nicely appointed hotel-style shuttle bus. Once everyone was seated, the driver started the engine. Before he could take off, a group of ten or twelve tourists came up. One bossy looking suburban housewife type said, “How much for your tour?”

Le Clerc said politely, “I’m sorry, madame. This is not a tour bus, and we are all full.”

She pressed on, “Look, young man, I can see seats—”

Luke simply closed the door in her face. The driver pulled away from the curb. “Now, who is here to get incest married?”

Eight hands raised. “Good. You are on the right bus. We are going straight to our offices, but it is still almost an hour drive, so relax.”  As they traveled, Le Clerc told them interesting facts and trivia about the island and the places they were passing. Darby slept.

***

Back on the ship, many people choose to stay aboard if that Port of Call wasn’t to their liking. Jennifer Nicklaus, Nora’s next-door neighbor stayed on board. She was heading up to her usual spot in the pool area reserved for suite guests. On the way there, she saw a woman who looked she could be her sister. Jennifer’s husband was back in their suite on a conference call and she had no one to talk to. She decided to make a friend.

She walked up to the woman and said, “Excuse me, I swear I’m not crazy, but you look like you could be my sister.”

The woman looked at her and said, “You know, you’re right. We could be sisters.”

“Look, I don’t want to intrude. Are you with someone, I’ll…”

“Nope. I’m on a ten-day cruise all by my damn self.”

“Oh my god, what must that be like? I’m so jealous!”

“Sit down, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

She sat and offered her hand. “I’m Jennifer Nicklaus.”

“Meredith Manyfield.”

*

“We’re here!” announced Le Clerc. “Come in, and we will get started straight away. The four couples followed Le Clerc into the small, neat building. Next to the door, a small sign read, ‘Zanzine Delacroix, Family Law.’  Nate commented, “I thought everything was legal.  Why so low-key?”

Le Clerc answered, “This is 100% legal.  But just because something is fully legal does not make it universally popular, no?  We see our share of protesters, mostly religious, so we keep a low profile.  We service our clients discretely and we do not make waves.”

Inside, there was a reception area with a young lady busy on the phones and computer. They were all ushered into the next room. That room was a medium-sized waiting room with two offices immediately off one side, and a corridor leading further back into the building. Apparently, the building was deeper than it looked from the street. There was another couple sitting there waiting. They were all asked to sit. Mr. Le Clerc went back up front and came right back with a leather folio. He opened it and started taking roll.

“Okay, we have Paul and Bethany Abbot,

One of the couples raised their hands. The girl looked nervous, her eyes flitting around as if she were looking for a an escape.

“James and Moira Mitchell,” and another couple raised their hands tentatively. They both looked nervous.

“Nathaniel and Nora Rochester.” Their hands shot up excitedly, as did Jake’s and Darby’s.

“And Phillipe and Celeste St. James.” This was the couple already in the room.  “And everyone here is fathers and daughters, yes?”  Everyone nodded.  Mr. Le Clerc went up to Nora and Darby, checked their names in his book, and asked them both, “Miss Rochester and Miss Steele, you wish to be married to your fathers? I need an answer, not a nod.”

“Absolutely!” said Nora.

“More than you can imagine!” gushed Darby.

He next went to the Abbots.  “Miss Abbot, do you wish to marry your father?”  The poor girl looked positively terrified. “Miss?

Paul Abbot spoke up, “I think we’re having some second thoughts. I’m not sure we’re really ready for this.  Those guys,” he nodded at the Steeles and the Rochesters, “they’re ready.  We’re not there yet.  I’m gonna take my girl home.”

Bethany looked relieved, like she’d been spared some horrific fate. “I’m sorry, Dad.  I just feel like I’m not ready to marry, well, anybody.”  And they left the room together.  The Mitchells left right behind them, without a word.  Just before she left the room, Moira Mitchell turned and looked at Nora and Darby and said, almost enviously, “Good luck you guys.  You’re gonna be great together,” and she turned and left.

“Miss St. James?”  She said, impatiently, “Bien sûr que je veux l’épouser, pourquoi crois-tu qu’on est là?”

Mr. Le Clerc spat back, “Pas besoin d’être grossier!”  He looked at the two remaining couples and said simply, “She said ‘Yes.’”  Back to the French couple, “You are from France?”  They nodded. “Then you simply need the ceremony.  They can take you in the next room,” and he motioned for them to leave, and they walked out without so much as acknowledging the others’ presence. 

Nate muttered under his breath, “Fuckin’ rude-ass French!”

Mr. Le Clerc said, “Believe it or not, this was perfectly normal.  Many people come here enamored of the taboo of the forbidden, but are not truly ready to make a commitment like marriage.  Many times, one party is pressuring the other for the marriage.  We ask that question and require an answer aloud to get exactly the result you saw.  It pushes all questions of coercion out into the open, forcing them to be dealt with.  That first young lady, even if she had said yes, I would have pressed her a bit. Yes, it’s her choice.  I just need to make sure it IS her choice.  Our little community is quite sensitive as it pertains to matters of consent and coercion.  Often there is only one truly committed couple.  Sometimes there are none.  Happily, today there are two.  Plus one apparently here out of spite. Now, we create your paperwork and licenses, and very soon, you will be married!  Who will go first?”

Jake responded, gesturing to his best friend, “They got together first, and they encouraged us to get together, so they should go first.”

“Excellent!” replied Le Clerc. “This way, please.”

***

Meredith and Jennifer had been laughing, talking, and drinking all morning, and now it was early afternoon.  They had a very nice buzz going.  Meredith explained how she had been married to a great guy, and then threw it all away searching for huge, yet ultimately unsatisfying, dick. She was still unhappy, and he didn’t deserve how she’d treated him.  So she’d poured herself into her work, gotten two rapid promotions, and was then told that she was heading for a burnout, and ordered to take a vacation.  Hell, they’d even paid for it. Now here she was getting day-drunk with her new best friend.

Jennifer explained how she’d married for money, it was still going, although how strong was up for debate.  She confessed that, even with all the trappings of wealth, she was deeply unhappy, and feared she was wasting the best years of her life with a man with an impressive bank account but left her dead inside.  And now, here she was, once again drinking way more than was decent in the middle of the day.  But now, she had a new friend.

Jennifer said, “I’m feeling a little sleepy.  Let’s go take a nap in my room.”

Meredith answered, “I thought your rich husband was in there or something.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot!”  She looked at Meredith meaningfully.  “But I’m sleepy.  I really feel like a nap. Any ideas, Meredith from Top Value?”

“Well I have a cabin all by my lonesome.  We could take a nap in there, I guess. I’m kinda sleepy, too.  Oh, dang!”

“What?”

“There’s only one bed.  Would that be a problem?” said Meredith.

Jennifer answered coyly, “You’ll probably be safe.  I promise I don’t have a, what was it that ruined your marriage? A giant cock.  I don’t have one of those.”

Meredith took her new friend’s hand and they joined fingers. “For some reason, that’s very good to know. You should know, I’ve never taken a nap with a woman before,” said Meredith as they walked toward the elevator.

“Me, either, but for some reason, I’m sleepy as hell right now!”

***

“And Darby Steele, do you take this man, to love and care for as a father, to love and cherish as a husband, to honor and adore him, through all the good times and the bad, forsaking all others, for as long as you live?”

Darby looked deeply into her father’s eyes, tears dripping from hers, and said, “Yes.  I Do.”

“Then by the authority granted me by the Governor of St. Maarten, I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may kiss your bride!”  Jake kissed his daughter, gently, just the slightest bit of tongue.  Nate and Nora whoop-whooped just like Jake and Darby had done only a few minutes earlier when they’d become Mr. and Mrs. Rochester. Nora hugged her best friend.  Jake hugged his dawg.  Darby hugged the man who would be Uncle Nate to her children.  Nora embraced Uncle Jake.  Tears and laughter were shared openly.

Le Clerc said, “I hate to marry and run, but we must leave here by 1:30 to make sure you get to your ship in time.  Here are your documents.”  He handed each couple an envelope bound by a string at the top.  “Congratulations, all of you. I predict much joy and happiness for you all! I will meet you all at the shuttle in 15 minutes.”

Jake opened his envelope and pulled out the one document that mattered.  He showed Darby.  It showed that Darby Manyfield had married Jacob Steele on December 24.  It was signed.  It was witnessed.  It had a raised embossed seal. As far as anyone would ever be able to tell, it was straight-up legit, and this amazing woman was now his wife.  HIS WIFE!!  He suddenly grabbed Darby and kissed her deeply, squeezing her tightly.  “Okay, guys, let’s get back to the ship start our honeymoon!” Jake yelled.

As they got back on the shuttle for the return trip, Nora asked, “Where are those other people?  Did they leave already?”

As the shuttled pulled onto the road, Luke said, “At first we would take everyone back together.  But the couples who choose not to marry always made the trip miserable for the couple who did. ‘This is not right,’ they’d say. ‘It’s a sin, let her live own life.’  As if they themselves will not again be between their own daughter’s legs before the day is done. Hypocrites! And then, there are the cheap bastards.  Mr. Steele, what is my refund policy?”

Jake was surprised to be called upon. “Oh, uhh, there’s no refunds, at all. Period.  Even if I’d called you back the moment the check cleared. You were pretty damned clear on that point.”

“You see?  And that has been my practice since we started this endeavor four years ago.  Also, Mr. Steele, how many times did I ask you for your money?”

Jake said, “Ask me?!” He looked at Nate, “Dude, I practically had to beg him to do this.  He’s all, ‘Are you sure she wants this?’ And ‘Call me in a year when you have thought it over,’ and ‘Why not just say you’re married? You already share a name.”

“This is what I mean,” said Le Clerc. “They call me up and beg me to take their money to do this, then change their minds and demand a refund.  They complain, ‘I paid all this money for nothing!’ I tell them, ‘No, you paid all this money to find out your true relationship with your daughter! How much is that worth?’  And you know who it always is?”

Four voices said, “Who?”

Le Clerc said, “White people.  It is always white people who cause problems.  Black people ask the same questions you asked, Mr. Steele, ‘Is it legal? Will it stand up? What are the risks?’  I explain it the same way every time.  They pay their money, they come, they get married, and they leave here happy.”

“Wow,” said Nate and Darby, softly.

“You look surprised. You think only white men find their daughters irresistible? Only white girls fancy their brothers and fathers? I assure you that is not the case. As in many groups, black people are the minority in this one.  But also as in many groups, black people are among the most stable and reliable segments. At any rate, to answer your question, Mrs. Rochester,” Nora giggled merrily, “if they do not go through with the marriage, we take them back by car, by themselves so as not to disrupt the happy couples like yourselves. They are probably at their ships by now, angry with me.”

Jake asked, “Could they make trouble for you?”

Le Clerc scoffed, “What can they do? Say, ‘I wanted to marry my daughter and this man wouldn’t let me?’ As you Americans say, let me know how that works out!” Everyone laughed long and loud at that image.

“Sucks to be them,” pondered Nate.

“Yes, but it’s wonderful to be you, Mr. and Mrs. Rochester.  Nate grinned like a cat with a mouthful of bird.

***

Jennifer was laying partially across Meredith’s naked body, her cheek resting against Meredith’s rosy-tipped breast. Their breathing was still shallow, but they were quickly recovering. It was the most intense experience of either of their lives. But it wasn’t just the sex.  It was something deeper, more existential.  Meredith wanted to say it, but she was afraid of scaring away the younger woman.  Oh well, if not now, when?

“Jenn?”

“Jennifer.”

“What?”

“My husband calls me Jenn.  I don’t want to be reminded of him.  Certainly not when I’m with you .”

Okay. Jennifer?  Can I say something without scaring you off?”

“I’m really happy right now. It’ll take a lot to make me get up and leave.”

“Alright.  You know how I said I wrecked my marriage looking for something, and then never found it? This is what I was looking for.  Look, I’m a forty-plus year-old woman, and I don’t want to sound like some lovesick teenager, but now that I’ve found what I was looking for, I don’t want to be without it.”

“What have you found? That you’re a lesbian?”

“No.  I found you. I’m not a lesbian.  I’ve never given another female a second glance.  But I could just as soon give up oxygen as give you up. I know.  I know… sappy as —“

Jennifer kissed her deeply, and they embraced tightly.  Jennifer broke the kiss.  “Believe me, Meredith from Top Value, I feel it, too. It’s so strong it’s scary!”

***

On the ride back, Nora and Darby were admiring their wedding bands, and noticed the similarities. 

Darby gasped, “You got us all the same bands?!”

Jake and Nate both just said, “Yeah.”  Nate added, “Thought it was fitting for the four of us.  You mad?”

They both hugged their dads, “No, it’s perfect.”

As they got back onboard the ship, they all realized that they hadn’t eaten a bite since breakfast.  It had been a wonderful day.  Eventful, stressful, tumultuous, and emotional, but utterly wonderful. They found the buffet and grabbed a late lunch and wolfed down some food. Darby finished first, got up, and grabbed Jake’s hand, pulling him. She looked at her friend and said, “Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Rochester.  Mr. and Mrs. Steele will see you tomorrow morning at breakfast.”  Nate and Nora smiled at each other.  Minutes later, they followed the Steeles to their suite.

***

As they finished dressing, Jennifer looked admiringly at Meredith.  “You know, it’s really uncanny.  It even FEELS like you’re somehow my sister.”

“Does that thought turn you on, sweetie?  The thought of hooking up with your worldly big sister?”

Jennifer hissed, “Stop it! Yeah, a little bit.  I know… I’m fucking sick! I’m all twisted.  You hate me, don’t you?”

Meredith took the suddenly shy and self-conscious Jennifer in her arms.  “I’ll take you, kinks and all.  If that gets you wet, then I’ll happily be your big sister, looking out for you,” Meredith kissed her tenderly, “showing you the ways of the world,” she kissed her again, with a little more tongue, “whatever you want, li’l sis!”

Jennifer kissed her deeply as she shuddered, almost coming without being touched.  “You’re getting more pussy tonight!”

***

As they walked down the corridor to their suite Darby said to Jake, “I’ve decided, I’m never going to stop calling you Daddy. And I don’t want you to stop calling me those affectionate daughter names, like sweetie, sugar, baby, and of course my favorite, baby girl. I don’t want us to lose sight of the fact that you’re my father and I’m your daughter. A lot of couples fantasize and role play that very thing, but we get to live it every day and night.  That’s just too hot to give up.  And we both know how crazy it makes you when I talk like that. Don’t you agree, Daddy?”

Jake said, “I agree baby. But what if it’s just not right for you to call me dad or daddy?”

“Well, in that case,” said Darby, “I’ve decided I’m going to call you Jacob. Everybody calls you Jake. I’ll be the only person who calls you Jacob. So when you hear Jacob, you’ll know that I mean, ‘Daddy,’” she smiled.

They were at the door. Jake unlocked the door and opened it, and then he picked up Darby, saying, Mrs. Steele? He carried her inside and laid her on the bed. He held up a finger to her for her wait a minute, then dialed their butler.

“I’d like a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, and a bowl of fresh strawberries and some whipped cream. Place it just inside the door and ignore anything you may see going on inside the room. Your tip will be laying where I want you to put the champagne. Do the same thing for our friends next door.  Got all that? Great.”  And he hung up. He turned to look at his new wife.

As always, he was taken by how beautiful she was. She wasn’t even dressed provocatively…  just simple casual wear consisting of shorts and nicely tailored button down top. The same outfit currently being worn by hundreds of other young women on the ship. But she looked so good. That long thick hair, so soft and curly; that soft, silky smooth skin, the color of cinnamon with the taste of heaven; those small, sweet breasts, barely a mouthful, topped with such sensitive, suckable nipples. She was so amazingly delectable, he wondered again how he got so lucky as to be her father and her lover.

Jake sat on the bed beside his daughter, rubbed her back, and leaned down to kiss his baby girl, ready to consummate their marriage.  He kissed her, deeply and hungrily, reveling in the softness and fullness of her lips, the sweetness of her tongue, delighting in her quiet whimpers of pleasure.  He kissed her like that for several minutes pouring all his love for her, his devotion to her, and his need to be with her always, into those kisses.

Darby pulled her father down on top of her, kissing him with the same passion, pouring her soul into her love and adoration for her father, her husband.  She felt his fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt.  She managed to contort herself to get it off, never breaking the kiss.  He just touched her back, and her bra was gone – how does he do that? – and smoothly glided his hand down her soft, flat midsection to her shorts.  His nimble fingers adroitly undid her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, and smoothly pulled them down.  Just like that, she was naked on the bed, almost before she knew she was being undressed.

Jake’s kisses started inching lower, down her neck, past that sensitive spot on her neck that always made her giggle, down to her delicate breasts.  Darby had always felt self-conscious about her small chest, until she got together with her dad.  He adored her little titties, spending a lot of time sucking and squeezing them, often taking almost the whole breast in his mouth.  Jake spent hours suckling and nibbling on her sensitive nipples, often bringing her to small peaks that spurred on her bigger, louder orgasms.  As his lively tongue flicked a spirited dance across her nipples, his hand stroked her long, untrimmed pubes, caressing and tickling her nether lips, tugging gently on her lush curls, Darby spreading her legs wide, encouraging him to slip a finger or two inside her eager, dripping sex.  Her moans increased as his sucking her nipples and gentle fingering pushed her steadily up higher towards her first summit.  He came back up to her lips and pulled her tongue into his mouth as his fingers found her clit, and started drumming a light beat against it, varying between tapping lightly and rubbing the pad of his finger around and over it.  Her hips moved fast against his hand as she sucked on his tongue, tasing his flavor, her pussy getting hotter and hotter until…

“Daaaadddddddeeeeeeee….Mmmmmmmmmmm…” as she fell off that first peak into the waiting embrace of her  first cum of the day…

*

As they turned the last corner and their suite was straight ahead, Nate picked up his bride, carrying her down the hall to their bed. Nora swiped the card key to open the door and Nate carried her in. He announced, “Mr. and Mrs. Rochester,” Nora giggled again, “are here!” He kissed his wife and asked her, “Are you gonna giggle every time someone says that?”

“For a while, yeah. Now put me down; I can’t wait any longer!”

“What, you have to go the bathroom?” Nate asked.

“Not yet,” answered Nora seductively. “Maybe later, though. Now come here!”  She sat on the bed, pulled him to her, and promptly undid his belt and his shorts, forcing them to the floor.  He kicked the clothes to the side, and he yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside as well. She grabbed his hips pulling him to her.  Then she hungrily engulfed his rapidly firming cock all the way down to the root.  Her head bobbed back and forth, sucking his dick deep, and slobbering all over him as she greedily deep-throated him while cupping and rubbing his balls. She was pulling the cum right out of his balls, and he was not ready for that yet.  He gently pushed her head away, Nora reaching with her neck, her lips trying to stay connected to his cock.  She was like a kid refusing to surrender her ice cream cone.

Nate stood her up, kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth which she eagerly sucked in.  He roughly tore her clothes off her, pushed her onto the bed on her back, spread her thighs and dove face-first into her dripping gash. He sucked her pussy and clit every bit as hard as she had been sucking his rod, trying to draw the orgasm right out of her soul.  He had her ass in his hands holding her crotch against his face as her ate her like a starving man.  She wrapped her legs around his head, and with her hands pressed his head into her.  She didn’t care if he couldn’t breathe… she just wanted him to keep sucking her pussy… just like that… just like that… all she needed now was… and she felt her father’s long thick finger slide up her tight asshole, and she screamed, “OOOooooooooooh Daddeeeee! Yessssss!” as she crested that peak for the first time today.  Her hips kept humping his face, pouring her creamy nectar all over his face, his tongue licking madly trying to capture ever drop in his mouth.

Nate pulled away from her sex, her juices all over her sex and halfway down her thighs, his face shiny with her essence, and he kissed her lips.  She grabbed his rock-hard dick, lined it up with her desperately empty pussy, and impaled herself with her Daddy’s amazingly thick cock, groaning loudly as she suffered his exquisite feeling of him filling her up.  He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her, as she grunted happily.  She never got tired of this…

*

Nate was hammering away at his baby girls’ pussy, fucking her as hard as his toned body would allow, and she was practically shrieking on every stroke.  His girl’s pussy was hotter than it had ever been, and he intended to fill it with a baby right here, right now.  He pulled out of her, and she protested breathlessly, “Daddy, where’re you going?!  Put it back!!”

He manhandled her, turning her over and puling her up on her knees.  He pushed her head down, leaving her firm, tight ass in the air.  He lined up on her pussy again and slid it into. She groaned out loud, “Ohhhh, God, daddy, it’s in soooo deeeeep!  Fuuuuck meeee, daddy! Fuck your daughter! Fuck me and don’t ever stop! Ooooooo… ssssssooooo good!  Sooo deep!!” The combination of Nate roughly pulling her hips back against his, and him forcefully slamming his dick into her had her screaming and moaning nonstop into the mattress. She felt herself rising, climbing, flying… and she crashed through the border of her ecstasy, her pussy clutching and spasming, and she felt rather than heard her father cry out as he blasted his seed into her sucking, grasping vagina, Nora pulling his life-creating essence directly into her waiting, unprotected, and now-fertile womb. The sensation seemed to go on for an eternity, and they both knew that, in that moment, life had been created.

Once their euphoria began to fade, for some unknown reason, they both started laughing hysterically. For several minutes, they cackled like madmen, doubling up on the bed.  Once their mirth finally died down, Nora said, “Daddy, you know I’m pregnant now, right?”

He answered, “I know.  I don’t know how I know, but I know you are.  And I could not be happier.” He embraced her and kissed her deeply.  “I can’t wait!” he yelled.  They looked towards the door, and there was a tray with champagne, strawberries and whipped cream. Nate poured two glasses of champagne and reclined next to Nora in the bed.  He raised his glass and said, “To what comes next.”  They touched glasses and took a good sip.  Nate took a dollop of cream on his finger and smeared it onto Nora’s swollen labia, and he bent down and started licking the whipped cream as well as their cream from her sweet, precious snatch.  He’d lick out some cream, and then wash it down with a sip of champagne. “Drink up, baby… this is your last alcohol for nine months!” The laughter threatened to engulf them again.  The heard their next-door neighbor shout, “You people are disgusting!” and the laughter began again in earnest.  A minute later, they heard his door slam.

*

Darby was on her knees on the bed, sitting on her father’s face, grinding her pussy down on his mouth.  She was facing his feet, and she had the bottle of champagne in one hand and his hard dick in the other.  She’d sit up and grind her cunt down on him, while taking a drink from the bottle.  Then she’d lean down and pour a little of the cold liquid onto his cock and slurp it all down.  After sucking his dick for minute, she’d sit back up and like a pirate, take another swig of champagne and repeat it. Under her, Jake was sucking her creamy snatch like a man possessed, drinking his daughter’s juices, swallowing as fast as he could.

“Omigod, Daddy, that’s so good,… mmmmm you eat your baby’s pussy sooooo good… that’s it, Daddy… drink me up! Quench that thirst. Make me cum and I’ll give you even more to drink!”

Jake didn’t know what she meant by that, but he couldn’t wait to find out. She took another gulp of wine, and leaned forward to take him into her mouth again. This time, Jake rubbed her soaked pussy wetting his hand, and slipped two fingers into her snug, hairy little snatch, and his thumb into her tight rear passage. She groaned around her dad’s thick dick, eyes squinched tight in pleasure as he worked over all three of her holes. Her mouth sucking, her throat abused, her hips going crazy on her dad’s face, her G-spot being massaged, her ass being hammered, it was all too much… sooo gooood… Darby screamed around a mouthful of her Daddy’s cock as she orgasmed harder than she had ever cum in her life…  she felt her sex pulsing around his invading digits, squirting her juices into his sucking mouth. She relaxed and just let go…  she felt herself letting go of her pee into her dads mouth, her stream pulsing over and over. He wrapped his arms tighter around her hips and held on tight, sucking, drinking, and swallowing every drop of her wet, depraved, kinky offering. This was far and away the hottest sex he’d ever experienced in his life. It was all he could do to keep from blasting his seed down her throat in return. But no… that cum was meant for something else. He needed to knock up his daughter right now.

As she calmed down, he rolled them both over so she was on the bottom, and changed positions, laying on top of her. He pushed his cock into her drenched pussy, and started fucking her wildly, her head bumping the padded headboard on each deep thrust. He knew he wouldn’t last long, he was already so close. He took her face in his hand and looked in her eyes and said, “You’re ‘bout to get pregnant, girl… I’m ‘bout to cum in your sweet ass… mmmmhmmmm.. So fuckin’ good…. Your own daddy’s about to knock you up…  I told you you were a bad girl… ‘bout to be pregnant with my babies…. You like that? Do you? Here you goooooo!” As his cock erupted into her, Darby’s eyes rolled back into her head as she surrendered to the incredible sensation of her father’s cum pouring into her, possibly creating new life for them…  her baby… THEIR baby… she would be carrying her father’s baby, it was beyond what she could handle. Darby’s sex erupted in an orgasm so intense, she put her lips to his and screamed into his mouth, and then she lost consciousness, the last thing she remembered was her dads cum, his life-creating seed pumping into her naked, unprotected pussy.

She came to after a few minutes. He father was holding her tenderly, gazing at her with so much love in his eyes. She smiled back at him, cuddled closer and closed her eyes again. They slept.

**

“There’s a deck party starting at nine.  We’re going, right?  I love to dance!” Jennifer said to Meredith.  They had been trying to leave the cabin, but Meredith insisted on making sure one more time that she really liked the taste of Jennifer’s soft, smooth pussy.  As it turned out, she did… she really did. But now, they were famished.  They’d spent the whole day together, much of it in bed.  Neither could understand why their attraction was so strong…so visceral. And rather than fight it, they simply surrendered to it.

It was almost eight.  They’d missed lunch and dinner and were both famished.  They stopped at the 24-hour buffet, and figured they’d grab something now, go to the party for a bit, and then go back to Meredith’s cabin for more, well, for more.  They’d planned for Jennifer to have ’the talk’ with her husband tomorrow while the ship was in port in Jamaica.  He had no desire to get off in Jamaica, and since most people would be off the ship, this could be done with a minimum of spectators.

“Well going dancing with you certainly sounds better than what I had planned for the evening,” answered Meredith.

“What was that, Meredith from Top Value?” Jennifer giggled as she buried her face in Meredith’s neck.

“Sit in a hot-tub and reflect on my life choices.”

“Poor baby… who killed your inner child?”

“I don’t know but I can certainly tell you who’s bringing her back to life,” and Meredith kissed her new lover deeply, oblivious of whoever might be watching.  She hadn’t felt this free and impetuous since, well, since ever.

Thirty or so minutes later, they had finished eating and they were sitting close together, holding hands, talking and laughing. Jennifer looked past Meredith and suddenly went white as a sheet, and her hands clenched Meredith’s hands painfully. Meredith looked at Jennifer and mouthed, ‘Husband?’. Jennifer nodded very slightly. Meredith mouthed, ‘Okay.’

“Jenn! There you are! Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you! Who’s this?”

“Brad, this is Meredith, and I’ve been with her since your call this morning. Meredith, this is my husband Bradford. Bradford Horatio Nicklaus, of the Virginia Nicklauses,” announced Jennifer grandly.

Bradford extended his hand to Meredith, who pressed his fingers distastefully. “I’ve heard so much about you!  Have a seat”

“All good, I hope,” He remained standing. “Can’t stay, Mer, we have rese—”

“Bradford, you’re gonna want sit down for this,” Meredith insisted.

“I guess we can spare a minute. Oh, Jen, while I was looking for you, I bumped into the Captain, and I told him all about those disgusting animals next door.”

Jennifer put her face in her hands and breathed, “Jesus, Brad!” She looked up at him and continued, “Thank you.”

“I knew you’d agree!”

“No, I don’t agree. It’s just that you make it so much easier for me to say this. Anyway, what did the Captain say?”

Bradford looked down and said, lower, “Well, it turns out, even if they are, you know, doing that, while we’re in international waters, there’s nothing he can do. But I’m gonna get some proof, and he’ll have to—”

Jennifer blew an exasperated sigh, “Jesus Christ, Brad, it’s NOT. YOUR. PROBLEM! You know what… you’re not my problem, either!”

“What are—”

“Shut up!  Just shut up and listen, you asshole! This is Meredith. We met this morning, we spent the day in bed together, and I’ve decided that I don’t want to be with you a minute longer. I’m leaving you right now. Put my clothes in a suitcase. I’ll have the butler bring it to her cabin. I’ll send you the divorce papers as soon as I get back to the States. Goodbye, Bradford.  Enjoy the rest of your cruise.” With that, Jennifer and Meredith turned and walked away hand in hand, leaving Bradford H. Nicklaus stunned and speechless.

When they turned the corner, Jennifer collapsed against wall, drained from the confrontation. She’d done it! She’d broken free! She knew that road ahead would be difficult, but she’d taken that first step.

Meredith told her, “I’m so proud of you! And I’m happy for you. And,” she put her hands on Jennifer’s shoulders, “I’ll be there every step of the way for you, okay?”

“You really mean that?”

“Every word.”

“Let’s go dancing. I can already hear the music!”

The party was in full swing when Meredith and Jennifer arrived.  The DJ was at the aft end of the deck. On the deck above, there was a huge buffet of Mexican and Tex-Mex food.  The party spilled up into the deck above, where tables, chairs and loungers had been placed so people could sit and eat or just look down at the festivities below them.  Jennifer was in a mood to celebrate her freedom, and she dragged Meredith onto the dance floor, and they began to dance enthusiastically. They were on vacation, there were six more days of this fantastic cruise, and, at least for right now, Life Was Good.

***

Jake only slept for 20 minutes.  He woke up refreshed.  He was so excited he simply couldn’t sleep anymore.  He looked at his sleeping Darby, and he felt a surge of guilty pride that he, a 45-year-old man could fuck this hot young thing into unconsciousness. He smiled to himself slyly as he reflected to himself, ‘Yeah, I still got it!’  Restless, he looked at the daily flyer that detailed the day’s activities.  They were having a ‘Fiesta’ deck party, complete with a Tex-Mex buffet and free Margaritas.  Suddenly, he was hungry again.  When they got back to the ship, they’d all been too excited about having ‘married sex’ for the first time, that they really didn’t eat much. Jake thought it might be nice to go out for a bit, and then come back and ravage his young wife again.  That sounded like a good plan

He kissed Darby gently to wake her.  She stretched like a kitten, and said, “Mmmm, what’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Nothing’s wrong, baby.  There’s a Mexican Fiesta deck-party, they have food, a DJ, dancing, it sounds like fun.  Wanna go?”

“That does sound good. Give me five minutes, okay?” She disappeared into the bathroom.

Jake called Nate’s cabin, but it didn’t pick up.  He figured they were asleep. They did say they wouldn’t see each other until tomorrow.  He’d just talk to them then.  After a few minutes, Jake heard a voice from the balcony.

“Hey, you call here waking me up?”

He went out to the balcony where Nate was talking to him around the divider.  “Yeah, man sorry ‘bout waking you. There’s a deck party that sounds like fun.  We’re gonna go for a few minutes.  You wanna roll with?”

Nate looked back at Nora, sitting naked on the bed, wiping the last remnants of his semen from her face, and licking her fingers.  She waved at him.  “Uhh, maybe we’ll meet you there, okay?”

“Ah’ite.  If not, we’ll see you at breakfast.”  He walked back into the room as Darby came out of the bathroom.

“I’m ready, Daddy.” She was wearing a short, tight sleeve dress, in a bright red, with red heels. The only contrast to her outfit was a pair of yellow bikini panties.  Darby didn’t really like thongs, and Jake loved the way bikinis fit her full, ripe hips and ass.  She looked completely delectable.  He was still naked, so her grabbed some black shorts and threw on a black silky tee shirt.  They looked at themselves in the mirror and nodded.  “We look good,” said Darby.  Let’s go!”

The upper deck of the party was the same deck their suites were on.  So they just needed to walk down the hall a bit, make a turn, and there was the door to the outside.  They went out and were instantly assaulted by the sights and sounds of a party at full tilt.  There were only a couple of tables available, so they grabbed the first one they got to.  It wasn’t too far from the door so If Nate and Nora came, they’d probably see them at the table pretty easily.  As Darby claimed the table, Jake said he’d go get them some food, and after they ate, they’d hit the floor. 

“Okay, Daddy.  You know what I like!  Hey, isn’t that the neighbor?” she said, motioning with her head toward a guy walking to the door with, apparently on a mission.

“Yeah,” answered Jake.  “And he looks PISSED!  Anyway, I’ll be right back, okay, sweetie?”

He got back a few minutes later bearing a tray of tacos, chips, dip, and a couple of tamales.  Suddenly famished, they dug in.  Jake caught the eye of one of the waiters and ordered two of the free margaritas, along with two more specialty drinks.  It was a good party. They knew that as soon as they went down to the dance floor, their table would be gone.  So they took a few minutes to enjoy their drinks before they left.

Meredith and Jennifer had been dancing for several songs. They weren’t hungry, but Meredith wanted to sit for a minute and maybe have something to drink… dancing up a storm was hot and sweaty work.  They got two of the free margaritas and were looking around for a table, or at least a lounger they could share. Meredith saw her first, sitting there, not ten feet from them.  “Darby?”

Darby was lifting her drink to her lips, and her arm stopped in mid air.  “Mom?”

Jake heard Darby and turned around to look where she was looking.  His jaw dropped.

“Oh my god, Jake? What are you doing here?”

Jake was beyond surprised. Relax, he told himself. There was nothing wrong with a father being on a cruise with his daughter. “Meredith? Same as you, I guess.  We’re on a cruise.”

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jennifer said, “Well, it’s not like I’m not enjoying all this awkwardness, but I’m Jennifer, Meredith’s friend, and you are?”

Meredith came to herself.  “I’m sorry.  This is Jennifer, and we’re a little more than friends at this point.  Jennifer, this is my ex-husband, Jake, and—“

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