TheCaptain
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Hello to all 
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I like to write predominantly incest work, and this is chapter 04 of one story I've been writing for a little while now called Caribbean Cruise.
My main concern with this is that, for the first time in this series, I write from the vantage points of two different characters; the story changes positions from one person to the other three or four times. I was just wondering if anyone thought it took something away from the flow of the story, or if it was a good way for me to write. Other opinions, any at all, are welcomed.
Its a pretty long read, I know, but would appreciate feedback greatly. It would help you understand the story more if you've read previous chapters of my work but its not essential to have done so. This has not even been submitted yet so suggestions/changes that I agree upon will be made to the story before submission and acknowledgement will be given to the person/s responsible. Cheers,
Capt
Caribbean Cruise Ch. 04Warning: This story is largely incest-orientated. If this genre is offensive to you, I strongly recommend that you do not continue any further. Please ensure that you have read the previous chapters of Caribbean Cruise before beginning this story, as this is a continuation of those postings. Thank-you, and I hope you enjoy!
Rick Chaplain felt strangely calm and centred after his ‘liaison’ with Billie Collins, despite the fact that it actually added an entirely new and equally complex dimension to the whole affair. Andrew had come back from the toilet and the two men had put on a couple of shorts, heading together back up onto the deck of the ship. Rain was still pouring down across the deck as the catamaran was battered wildly by the elements. The two men stood just inside the sheltered doorway, in silence, watching the storm raging away right before their eyes with companionable ease.
After a while, the sound of screaming and shouting from down behind them made both Andrew and Rick turn around sharply. They looked at each other for a brief moment, and then headed down the staircase and along the cramped hallway in a mad dash towards Kimberley and Keith’s bedroom door. They could hear both of the Stevens’ yelling and screaming through the thin, somewhat flimsy door-panel, followed by a sharp, piercing cry as the unmistakably loud and clear sound of flesh striking against flesh could be heard from within the room.
“What the fuck is that bastard doing to my daughter?” Andrew bellowed, and the look of pure, unadulterated fury that twisted his voice and turned his face into a snarling mask of rage chilled Rick to the core. As he watched on, his mouth hanging agape, Rick saw Andrew charge the door with his right shoulder first and, on the first full-battering strike, send the bolted-in doorframe flying clear off its hinges, shattered away from the doorframe in splinterig shards.
Rick hurriedly followed his girlfriend’s father into the smaller guest bedroom, prepared to TRY and stop any possible violence between Keith and Andrew, though he had no real illusions about his effectiveness against a U.S. Navy SEAL, retired or not…
But what he encountered in the room beyond was quite clearly an abhorrent scene of brutality, and his very own gut instincts were to do some extremely unsavourily things to Keith Stevens as soon as he could catch the bastard. However, Rick didn’t have to; as Andrew already had everything already well under control.
The elder Collins daughter was laying spread-eagled out across the large bed, in a tangled mess of sheets, her nightgown torn wide open and most of her body completely exposed. She had a few raw, clearly noticeable palm-prints on her breasts and neck, where it was blatantly obvious Keith had roughed her up, and there was a slight swelling to the side of her face where, Rick could only guess, he must have struck her quite a blow. Rick wanted to get his hands on Keith Stevens VERY badly indeed at that moment; he had terrible ideas of punishment that would have rivalled anything the SEALs-trained Collins patriarch could himself devise, but Andrew was the one who was holding Keith by the arm, and he wasn’t about to let up his hapless victim to ANYONE…
Kimberley was barely conscious, but when she looked up to see her Dad holding her husband Keith firmly, his fingers clamping into the soft tissue of the younger man’s armpit til tears started welling out of the corners of his eyes, she tried to speak. “Daddy, please don’t hurt Keith. He didn’t mean to do this; I beg you, let him go… he loves me. This is all just one big terrible mistake…”
Andrew said nothing, but the look of contemptuous rage on his face spoke volumes. Keith Stevens had been caught out beating his wife Kimberley, by her own father, whom just so happened to be a former commando… there were only half a dozen potential witnesses to work around, so the opportunity to ‘do away’ with somebody out here was almost perfect. Rick could see in the eyes of the old warhorse the gleaming light of a man prepared to kill, and there was a large part of him that wanted to just turn his back on everything and leave Keith at Andy Collins’ mercy.
But then again, there was Rick’s morality… he had to say SOMETHING, to at least TRY to offer up alternative courses of action.
“Kim, its okay, everything’s going to be alright now…” Andrew said reassuringly to his daughter. “We’re just going to tie this dirt-bag up, then at the next port of call we will see Mr Stevens off our boat, and out of all our lives forever. At least, Keith will stay out of our lives if he knows what’s best for his future well-being. Isn’t that right, Rick?” He looked across at me pointedly, and Kimberley turned her head slowly around to take me in, seemingly for the first time. She smiled brightly, then winced in pain and attempted to cover up her nakedness. I rushed over to help her, gently scooping up a bit of the bedspread that she was tangled up in a bit and covering up her nudity, for her modesty’s sake.
“It’s all going to be fine, Kim darling, I promise you…” Rick whispered, cupping the beautiful raven-haired woman’s face in his hands and staring deeply into her eyes for just a moment… but that moment, to both Kim and Rick alike, went on for an eternity.
With that, Rick rose up from Kimberley’s side and went to join Andrew, and, between the two of them, they physically dragged Keith Stevens out of the bedroom and up onto the deck of their yacht.
The storm was still raging, but it was clearly loosing much of the lustre of before… the rain was still brutally strong, every second or two the sky was lit up by a snapping thunderbolt, and the seas raged with mighty waves of fury. Andrew looked around the deck for a few moments and, ensuring that the three of them were the only ones up there at that present time, grabbed Keith’s right arm with both hands and twisted it up behind his back until he popped the limb right out of joint. Keith let out an ear-shattering scream, which could clearly be heard over the swirling wind and the buffeting waves.
“YOU FUCKIN PRICK BASTARD, KEITH!!!” Andrew bellowed, yelling full in the younger man’s face as he held the man’s arm bent back behind him. “HOW DARE YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER’S BODY! YOU’RE GONNA WISH YOU NEVER TOUCHED HER!”
“Please, don’t hurt me again, don’t… I’m so sorry, Mr Collins, I promise you this will never happen again!” Keith begged through the immense pain that was coursing through his body, his face wincing every second or two in utter agony. “Please! I…”
Andrew Collins struck out with a savage punch that clipped Keith across the side of the head, and the badly hurt younger man went down onto the deck of the yacht in a tangled heap, clearly having been knocked out cold by the blow. Rick was stunned at the speed and brutality of Andrew’s strike, but he could hardly admit that he was surprised at the outcome, considering the older gentleman’s former profession. He just wondered, and worried, about what Collins had in store for his despised son-in-law…
“Come on Rick, I need a hand with this!” Andrew barked, waving across the limp, motionless body of Keith Stevens. Between the two of them, they managed to drag the man out further onto the deck of the catamaran and over to a nearby handrail. There, they proceeded to hoist Keith’s dead-weight arms up over the railing, and at Andrew’s orders Rick held them up against the metal rail by the wrists. Andrew ducked back inside the ship for a few long moments, but came out later with a long length of rope wrapped up around his right arm and shoulder.
Before long, Andrew had Keith well secured with the rope, his arms tied up against the metal railing that ran along the starboard side of the yacht. The rain was still pummelling down upon the deck – and thus, upon Andrew, Rick and Keith. Neither one of the two men who’d bound him could have cared less that Keith would be cold, tired and uncomfortable. They turned on their heels and left him tied up to the side railing of the catamaran, with a broken arm and knocked totally unconscious, without so much as a moment’s thought for his well-being. He wasn’t worth the concern…
Only once they were down the staircase and within the hull of the yacht did they stop and collect themselves, and then they were forced to reflect upon their past actions.
“Tomorrow, we’ll dump him off when we touch base in Trinidad,” Andrew Collins said to Rick simply, after a long pause. “Until then, I think he’ll be fine right where he is – serves the prick right for what he did to Kimberley.”
“What should we tell the others, if they ask about Kim or Keith?” Rick inquired, more than willing to take the lead from Andrew’s instructions in this instance. He knew that the decision was quite an awkward one, and, not actually being a member of the Collins family, was more than happy to pass the ball on this tough issue.
“Tell them the truth, Rick, tell them the truth and hope they understand…” Andy replied. He paused for a long moment, and then looked over his shoulder towards the staircase, and the doorway to the deck of the yacht beyond it. He sighed. “That man was always going to be trouble for us… I sensed it from the very first time we met, but I couldn’t say anything to Kim, she was blinded by her love for him…”
“It’s okay, Andrew. It’s over now. We can put all of this behind us,” Rick replied, with much more confidence resounding in his voice than he actually felt.
“Well, will it be alright if you stayed with Kimberley tonight? I’m sure she will need you now more than ever, Rick. I’ll let Ashley know where you are and what has happened with Keith. She’ll be fine with it, of that I am certain. Please do this, its what’s best for her and for you, I’m sure of it!”
Rick Chaplain could hardly believe that Andrew was asking this of him, but then he only had to remember what had happened between the both of them and Billie, his own wife, to know that the older man trusted him with so much and was relying upon him to see his loved ones through the choppy waters after his eventual death. And he had to admit to himself that out of them all, Rick was beginning to love Kimberley on a level he had not thought himself capable of loving, and his heart broke at the thought of the suffering and anguish she must be feeling because of her dreadful husband’s brutal actions.
He was more than happy to spend the night with Kim…
# #
Andrew Collins went straight to the door that led into the bedroom that his daughter Ashley was sharing with Rick, and knocked lightly on the doorframe. When he heard no reply from inside, nor detect a response of any kind, he knocked again but this time a little more firmly. Still nothing. Frowning slightly, and just a tad concerned by this time, Andrew decided to press forward and take a little peek into the room. If Ash caught him at it, at least he had a legitimate reason to be in there, too…
She was lying on her back on the bed, spread out across most of its surface with her legs spread wide open and her left arm thrown up over her head. Her golden blonde hair was trussed up all over the pillow she was laying on, her eyes were closed over and her full, luscious lips were slightly parted as she breathed steadily in and out. Ash was wearing a super-tight, light blue tank top that left little to the imagination, and had only the tiniest of tiny G-strings on to cover up her pussy-slit. Although she was his daughter, his very own flesh and blood, Andy couldn’t help but look at Ashley now as a sexual being, as an attractive woman whom he had secretly lusted after for many years now on a deeply subconscious level.
Now, he was faced with an opportunity he had hardly ever expected to face… and really, what better time than now to take this opportunity and run with it? What could possibly happen to him that was worse than facing death, as he already was because of the brain tumour? If Ashley didn’t want him, then Andrew wasn’t going to force himself onto her… but he wanted to opportunity to seduce her, to get her cunt all wet and dripping for her very own father’s prick.
Andy was pretty sure he could achieve this task, and at that moment, being that sure was all he needed to carry on.
He moved cautiously around the right side of the bed and lowered himself down onto the mattress. The mattress rose slightly once Andrew had let his full body weight settle on the bed, and Ash stirred slightly in her sleep from the disturbance. He held his breath for a long moment, afraid that he might have awoken her and desperately scrambling inside his own head to come up with a legitimate excuse for where he was at that moment, if his middle child did happen to wake up…
Ashley didn’t stir any more, so Andrew decided to continue onward and lift his legs up and around onto the bed. After this was done, he lowered himself gently down onto the bedspread beside her, and Ashley moved about on the mattress again, this time letting out a slight groan in her sleep and frowning just a little bit, which made Andy almost loose his nerve and bolt for the door.
He forced himself to stay where he was after she settled down again, and then began to slink his way over to her side, at last pressing his body ever so slightly up against her own. Ashley moaned and rolled over onto her side after a while, pushing her butt back into her father’s mid-section. Feeling his semi-hard penis mashing against his middle child Ashley’s ass made Andrew Collins feel a whole lot of inappropriate feelings rush through him – before he quite realized it, he had one of his hands resting lightly on her hip and was gently worming his cock further into the crevice of her butt-cheeks.
Ashley moaned and let out a slight sigh of contentment.
“Oh Rick… please, I need you,” she whispered. “Make love to me baby, I need it!”
Andy didn’t know if his baby-girl was asleep or awake and just thinking that he was her boyfriend, but he was more than willing to take advantage of the situation. He knew that what he had done so far up to this point was bad enough, that he was abusing his very own daughter in a way that no father really had the right to do, but Andy Collins was driven by a level of primal lust he had never before experienced in his entire life, and the consequences of his actions didn’t seem that important anymore since he was a dying man, regardless.
Pushing his hard-on, still covered by his shorts, more firmly against Ash’s butt, Andrew reached around and began to squeeze and cup one of his daughter’s large, voluptuous breasts through her tight blouse as he grinded himself into her behind. Soon enough, she was moaning, groaning and pushing her ass back into Andy’s cock, making him in turn grunt and see a red, luscious daze behind his eyes.
He had to have more of his sexy daughter, but had to also keep secret the fact that he was her father and not her lover Rick… this would have to be done very carefully, but Andy was more than ready for the challenge.
He pulled his shorts down around his knees, and managed to wiggle his way out of them, and then kick them completely to one side. Now, completely bare-ass naked with his cock pressing up against his daughter’s G-string covered butt, Andrew felt the blood rushing to his prick and let out a slight gasp of pleasure when he felt the touch of his daughter’s right hand on his dong.
She was reaching back to grab hold of the cock that was pressing against her butt, seemingly unaware of the fact that she was in fact inching ever closer to her very own father’s prick. But Ashley was unawares of whom was actually behind her – she enclosed her cool fingers around Andrew’s rigid dick-tool, and began to gently work her hand back and forwards along the length of his prick, slowly working him up to a point where he was ready to take her and make love to her at her pace.
After a few long, protracted moments, she let go of her own Dad’s penis and began to wiggle her way out of her G-string underwear, keeping her back to him all the while. She spread the cheeks of her ass apart but didn’t even say a word – she hardly had to, anyway. Andrew could hardly comprehend that this could be happening – still, his mind was operating on autopilot. He simply acted to take what he had always wanted since the moment his middle child Ashley had started to blossom into womanhood. He slid his cock slowly into his daughter’s dripping wet pussy from behind.
Ash let out a long sigh of pleasure when her Dad’s prick finally bottomed out against the back of her cervix, almost reaching her fertile womb. She groaned as her pussy-muscles contracted around her father’s massive cock, then sighed again as he started to work his magical dick-stick in and out of her soaking hole. She shuddered in lust when he reached down with his left hand to grasp hold of each one of her firm, sweat-glistening buttocks, squeezing and pulling them apart so that her small, puckered brown anus was exposed to his ravenous gaze.
Andrew slipped a finger into his daughter’s butt-crack and pushed it gently in against the outer ring of her tight, clenching asshole, eliciting a deep guttural moan from Ashley that fired up his lust more directly than any other action that had transpired between them so far. He pushed his probing digit slowly in and out of her anus, delving deeper and deeper into her butt-crevice with every push downwards. He kept on pistoning in and out of his baby-girl’s clenching pussy as his finger slid deeper down into her back passage.
Grunting and groaning with abject pleasure as she got rammed nice and hard by her father’s big fat cock from behind, Ashley Collins began to shudder after a short while as her first climax rocked through her entire body. Her pussy clamped down hard around Andrew’s throbbing cock, and he let out a sharp gasp of his own as he felt her cunt clench and release his prick, again and again time after time.
His head was swelling with a thousand different thoughts and sensations – the predominant one amongst them being that Andy found himself fucking one of his very own daughters, one of his own children! It was incredible, unthinkable, yet one of the most intensely arousing moments of his entire life, and it took all of the middle-aged man’s willpower to stop from cumming deep inside her twitching pink pussy-sheath as she climaxed.
Andrew pulled his slime-slick finger out of his daughter’s asshole just after the final tremors of her lustful orgasm had subsided, and raised his hand up over his daughter’s shoulder to offer his slimy digit, moist with her own butt-juices, to Ashley to suck upon. She let out a low moan and opened her mouth to take in his finger – Andrew knew he was risking direct exposure by this action, but thought the danger was worth bearing. He judged that she would be too far-gone with her own lust to notice that she was holding onto her father’s hand, and was sucking the ass-sludge off of one of her Daddy’s fingers!
He had no idea how wrong he was…
# #
When he came back into the bedroom that Kimberley had been sharing with her husband, Rick found that the lights had all been switched off and that Kim was well under the covers in the large bed in the middle of the room. “Kim, are you awake?” he called out to her. Nothing. “Kim, its me, Rick. I’m alone… please, we need to talk about this.”
“We don’t NEED to talk,” she said after a long moment’s pause, slightly muffled by the bedspread covering her up completely. “You just think we have to, that’s all…”
“Kim, please…” Rick begged, moving closer towards the bed, with both hands raised in supplication if she could see him at all. “What happened? I beg you, just tell me, it will help I swear it! Everything that you say to me now will remain between the two of us, unless you want me to tell others, I swear it. Just let me help you, my darling. Talking to me about what he did to you will help…”
There was a long, protracted pause, and Rick waited for Kimberley to finally speak, as he knew she would in the end. “Okay, Rick, we’ll talk… come on over here, sit by me.”
He did as he was bidden, and sat down on the side of the bed where Kimberley had moved over to make some space for him. Rick could see that she had stuck her head up from under the blanket, and he could see her big, saucer-like eyes staring right back at him. They were bright and shiny, full of tears. Rick reached out with his right hand to cup the side of his face in his palm. He stroked the side of her face soothingly, promising her that everything would be alright while inside his heart was breaking because of the suffering she had just endured.
“Please, tell me what happened, Kim…” Rick said softly to her.
“He came to bed just like normal, I didn’t think anything was wrong… until I felt his hands cupping my breasts, and felt his breath on my face. He had been drinking, I could tell that straight off, and I could smell women’s perfume on him as well. Then Keith started to tell me about him and Ashley, started to describe to me in detail all the nasty things they had just done to each other, while he forced his cock up against me and kissed me hard on the mouth…” Kimberley started to sob then, but Rick was right there. He moved in close to her and kissed the woman tenderly on the mouth.
After the longest while, Kim began to kiss him back – there wasn’t much passion to their action, but rather it was more out of mutual affection and comfort that they kissed. “Kim, it’s alright now, Keith is gone from your life now for good, there is no way he can ever hurt you ever again!”
“Yes I know that, but he raped me, Rick, he raped me as he described all the things he and Ashley had been doing together behind our backs… it crushed me inside, destroyed my spirit. That man took so much from me.”
Rick slipped into bed under the covers beside Kimberley, and they both snuggled up against each other. He felt her naked body pressing up against his chest – she had seemingly discarded her torn nightgown, and Rick was suitably pleased. Rick’s hands slid down over her bare back til he was cupping her smooth, naked buttocks, squeezing and massaging Kim’s ass as he pressed his cock up against her mons through the thin fabric of his shorts.
“Kim, my love, your spirit can never be broken, not by anyone or anything. You are a beloved creature, and you must believe that!” Rick exclaimed.
“I want to, baby, I really want to….”
“Well, I’ve got to show you just how much you mean to me then, don’t I?” he whispered into her ear before moving his focus down just a little bit to start nibbling and sucking at the side of Kim’s neck. She moaned softly and wrapped her long, sleek legs around his waist.
# #
“Oh Jesus, Rick, you fuck me so good….” Ashley moaned, as she slowly drifted down from her super-intense orgasm with a long, shuddering tremor. Her father, Andrew, was still deep inside her cunt – she must still think I’m Rick, he realized with shock. He had never thought he could manage to keep the charade up with her for so long. “Aahhhh, and you’re still hard! Well, why don’t you stick that big fat monster of yours up my nice, tight little corn-hole, huh? We both really like it when you ass-fuck me with that huge dong of yours!”
Just hearing Ash talking so dirty really got Andrew’s heart racing, but what was she SAYING? Ass-fucking? Did she just ask him to shove his cock up her bunghole? She wanted him to give her ANAL? Oh sweet Mother of God!!! What was he to do…?
Well, there really wasn’t much in the way of options available to him… and Andy had to admit that the thought of actually trying to shove his cock up his daughter’s asshole was a real major turn-on for him. He couldn’t really back out of all of this now even if he had wanted to – and besides, he had just fucked his middle-child in the pussy and made her cum around his dick. There was hardly anything he could do with her that was worse than that…. He’d already gone so far as it was with incest. Taking that one step further over the line hardly really mattered anymore, at least so Andrew reasoned with himself.
Slowly he pulled his big dick out of his baby-girl’s tight, suctioning pussy. It was almost a painful act, withdrawing his prick from her hugging, wet moistness, and it left his balls throbbing and the migraine in his head pounding. Andrew moved slightly where he lay, spooning into his daughter’s behind, til the head of his cock was pressing in against her puckered brown butt-hole…
“Rick, what are you DOING? You usually eat out my ass for a while before you shove that fat prong of yours up my rectum… don’t you want to taste my heinie-hole, darling?”
Andrew shuddered at the sheer notion of giving his darling daughter Ashley a rim-job, but the idea set his mind ablaze with filthy lust. He knew that he wanted to do this more than he wanted anything else before, but it was so sinful and wicked… still, he just HAD to!
Andy Collins moved down in the bed behind his daughter’s back until his face was right in front of Ashley’s buttocks, then he spread her ass-cheeks apart and leaned in to taste her rectum for the very first time…
Ashley jumped slightly when his tongue first touched the wrinkled skin of her rosy anus, and Andrew stopped what he was doing immediately. “No, my love, please… continue. I just love getting my ass licked out!”
Encouraged and emboldened by these words from Ashley, Andrew slid his tongue around the outer rim of her tight puckered rectum, then slowly pushed it into her anal-passage, eliciting low guttural moans from her that continued on til she gasped out loud, a mini-orgasm ripping through her. “OH GOD OH FUCKIN CHRIST YEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!” she screamed out at the top of her lungs.
Andrew could hardly wait any longer – he had to have her ass right there and then or he was going to loose his mind. He leapt up in the bed til he was spooning her properly again, and shoved his cock brutally in against the puckered hole of her rectum. The mushroom-shaped cock-knob was hard to get in past the outer-ring, but Andy pushed on through the resistant barrier, though Ashley groaned softly in pain.
She tugged her tight-fitting blue blouse up and over her head as the first inch of dick-meat slid into her asshole. Andrew saw that Ash was squeezing her big, firm bare breasts as he continued to push into her rear-end, and smiled to himself. She sure as hell was a horny minx – he loved it!
As a combination of her own lubrication and Andrew’s pre-cum started to lube up his cock and balls, as well as Ash’s own butt-hole, he was able to slide his prick deeper into her chute, as well as speed up the ass-fucking. Before either of them knew it, Ashley was cumming in a long, protracted wave of multiple orgasms, and Andy felt as though he was going to explode inside of her at any moment. He let out a long groan, almost in pain, as his ball-sacs tightened up and his copious cum churned deep inside.
He was definitely not expecting what happened next – it all seemed to take place in slow motion, like a nightmare coming to life right before one’s own eyes. Andrew had never expected anything like this to ever take place, but it did.
Ashley Collins slid off her father’s cock and scurried down the bed til she was right in front of it. Then, without a moment’s pause of hesitation, she took him balls-deep down the back of her throat, sucking on Andy’s massive boner and licking all the bowel-juices off his rigid tool. He let out a long shout and busted his load of cum right down his daughter’s throat… all the while, as his jizz was exploding out of his dick and striking the back of her throat, and as she was hurriedly gulping down mouthfuls of her very own father’s baby-batter so as not to choke on his semen, Ashley had her eyes firmly fixated on his face, and when she was done, she gave Andy a wink which almost made him pass out in shock.
What in God’s name… She wasn’t mad? She didn’t feel sickened, abused or betrayed by any of this? What in the Hell was going on here?
# #
When they had finally sated their mutual lust for one another, Rick and Kimberley lay contented in each other’s arms, the sheets crumbled up round their ankles. Both he and Kim were breathing deeply, struggling to get air back into their lungs after spending the last half-hour or so making love, but Rick had a big smile on his face, and could not have been any happier.
Kimberley was now willing to be with Rick now on a more open, permanent basis, and he was absolutely ecstatic because of this new development in their relationship. He was more than willing to end things with Ashley because of her – Rick knew that his trust issues with her because of the fact that she’d cheated with Keith would always be a problem for him, something that he didn’t think he would ever manage to overcome even if he had wanted to.
So he had a lot to think about… the most pressing point that Rick had to ponder was how to let Ashley know that he knew all about her betrayal, and that he was going to be dumping her for her older sister Kim. That sure was quite a blow to deliver, and Rick doubted that there was any way he could sugarcoat it without seeming to pity or patronize her.
When he was sure that Kim had drifted off to sleep, Rick Chaplain wiggled out from under her right arm, put his shorts back on and slipped out of the bedroom. He paused for a moment in the hallway outside – there was silence above his head, out on the deck of the catamaran. No more sound of the thunderstorm that had been raging down on them before… it had seemingly moved on. Rick grinned in satisfaction as he thought of how cold and beaten-down Keith Stevens must have been feeling at that very moment, if he had even come around after being knocked unconscious in the first place!
He felt hungry, and thought that a snack from the kitchenette was in order. Rick continued on down the cramped hallway towards his destination, when suddenly a noise from within his own room caught his attention. It sounded like a deep, guttural moan… Rick was intrigued.
He pushed the door open slightly wider – it was already open a little way. And there, on the bed that he was supposed to be sharing with his girlfriend, was her, buck-ass naked, orally pleasuring another man whom seemed to be having the time of his life. And the ‘other man’, of all people, just so happened to be HER VERY OWN FATHER, Andrew!
To say that he was shocked at that moment would have been a severe understatement. And when Andy’s gaze met Rick’s, the younger man could see the surprise and horror in the other guy’s eyes.
# #
“Holy crap!” Andrew Collins cried out, terrified that the younger man he had grown to like and respect had caught him in such a compromising position with his girlfriend, who happened to be his own daughter no less. But the feeling of Ash’s skilled tongue teasing him and the force of her sucking mouth held precedence over everything else, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Andy groaned audibly, closed his eyes, and felt the jism bursting up out of the tip of his cock-nuzzle.
He fired about five or six mighty big bursts of dick-cream straight out of the head of his throbbing prick and straight into the back of his slutty daughter’s mouth. She struggled valiantly to swallow back all of his load, and after a few long moments she took the last of her Daddy’s hot cum-fudge down her throat. Ash gargled the last of it, and that was a real massive turn-on to Andrew – his cock twitched approvingly, despite the fact that he had only just cum down her throat and Ash’s boyfriend Rick was standing in the doorway, having seen more than enough to draw his own conclusions about what they’d been up to.
Still, his main concern was most definitely for his daughter Ashley, who Andrew knew he had taken advantage of in a way that no father had the right to, had the excuse to… he started to say something to her, but Ashley rose up from her position crouched down over his cock and bent down to kiss him softly on the lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue tried to part Andrew’s lips – after a long while putting up a brave resistance, Andrew’s noble resolve began to cave in and he returned the passionate hunger of her kiss. Andy could taste a little salty cum on Ashley’s full, luscious lips, but this only hastened to draw out the lust burning in the dark depths of his heart.
With this action though, it answered Andrew’s own nagging doubts about this – she seemed to be more than happy with how things all worked themselves out. When she stopped kissing her Dad and came up for air at last, Ashley gave him a mischievous smile and shook her head slowly from side to side.
“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is NO – no I don’t think you took advantage of me, you only acted as most men would have, under the same circumstances,” she said. “I’ve been wanting this for years, you know…. you’ve just made a huge teen fantasy of mine come true by fucking me the way you did, my darling Daddy. And I must say, reality lived up to every one of my expectations!”
Andrew glanced over at Rick again, standing there in the doorway. He nodded his head at the Collins patriarch, grunted to himself, and turned to leave. Andy hadn’t missed the tears that had started to well up in Rick’s eyes before he’d turned away, and knew that the younger man was fleeing because he didn’t want to be seen as weak by crying. Before he went, though, Ashley pulled him up though with a shout, “Rick please… wait. We have to end this, to get this all out in the open between the two of us so we can move on.”
The young man pulled up short before heading back down the hallway the way he’d come, but didn’t turn around to face them. Andrew could understand that Rick was hurt, confused, and must have felt betrayed because of all of this. He must have also felt shocked that Andrew himself would have committed incest – he had to admit, he was shocked by his own actions here. But it had happened and he couldn’t deny it to himself, let alone others.
“It’s over between us, Ash, I hope you know that….” Rick said softly.
“Yes, Rick, I figured that much… and I know about you and Kimberley, so please don’t go sneaking around together on my account!” Ashley shot back vehemently, but then pulled her anger up short and got herself in check. She gave Rick an apologetic smile. “Well, I hope you don’t hold this new twist on our father-daughter relationship against either Dad or myself, Rick, because I hope we can all stay friends and enjoy the rest of the cruise together.”
Rick smiled and nodded. “I’m fine with all of this just as long as you two are,” he answered. Andrew wondered if that was actually the truth of the matter, and saw the look in Rick’s eyes, which immediately confirmed it. He seemed to be happy, which was something that he hadn’t been, Andy thought to himself, for quite some time… “I wish you both all the best.”
Ashley paused for a moment, then slipped out of bed and, bare-ass naked and without a care in the world, walked over to where her ex-boyfriend Rick was standing. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss on the mouth. As he watched on, Andrew Collins felt a flash of deep jealousy rear its head for just a second, then he started to get turned on by the action. Rick’s hands slid up and down his daughter’s back seemingly on their own accord. After the longest while, they broke apart, but they were still standing very close together, with their bodies mashed together and their eyes locked together.
“You know, Rick, this doesn’t really have to be the end between us…” Ashley replied. “We can still carry on the way things were between us, though I’ll have Daddy to take care of me too, and you’ll have my sexy older sister, Kimberley…”
“You know what happened between her and Keith, don’t you?” Rick asked, as he cupped Ash’s ass and squeezed her butt-cheeks tightly. “Your lover’s a real bastard, do you know that? He’s out of the picture now, Ash, for good!”
“Well, I figured that from what I saw and heard earlier on,” she said. “The two of you didn’t seem all that friendly with Keith as you dragged him up onto the top deck. I hope you didn’t hurt him TOO badly…” Ash glanced back at Andrew this time, too; he smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders.
“Whatever Keith got, he had that and more coming to him for what he did to Kimberley.” Rick’s voice was flat, cold, but he still held Ash’s body against his own, so he couldn’t of been all that mad at her, really. “But I must say, I’m quite shocked about all this… I never expected you to fuck one of your own daughters, Andrew.” This last comment was addressed to the head of the Collins family, over Ashley’s left shoulder.
“Well, I wasn’t really expecting this all to happen either, Rick, but it just did…” Andy replied curtly. He didn’t want to have to explain himself to anyone – he’d never liked it, and had never planned on having to do so again once he retired from the Navy and went out into the world to make his impact. But now Andrew found himself having to do so again, under strange circumstances that even a day ago he would have found totally and utterly ludicrous to comprehend.
“Come on, Rick, lighten up,” Ash whispered, so softly that Andrew, from where he was lying stretched out across the bed, almost missed hearing her words. “He’s just a randy old goat that found a nice wet cunt to sink his prick into… you can hardly blame him. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t tried this sooner, considering the fact that he’s fathered three stunning daughters. Let him have his fun, baby, you really don’t have any right to judge him.”
“I guess you’re right…” Andrew heard Rick reply. This was a true relief for Andrew to hear coming from Rick, because he truly liked the man and wanted him be around his family after he had passed on. He saw Rick looking over his daughter Ashley’s shoulder at him as he hugged her, and saw the look on the younger man’s face. He seemed to convey a mournful look to Andrew, and gave the man a simple nod of blessing.
With that, the old SEAL felt a swell of righteousness fill him again – he had been blessed by Rick to continue on with his incestuous liaison with Ashley. Andrew knew that he was dying anyway, so what did it really matter if he took opportunities when they presented themselves, if he enjoyed perversions of the flesh until his last moment on Earth?
What did it truly matter, in the great scheme of things?
“So then, Rick darling, why don’t you join us…?” Ashley coaxed, kissing him again hard on the mouth and sliding her hands down over his chest and along his legs. Andrew watched as Ash’s hands slid around til they were cupping Rick’s groin, and he watched as his daughter squeezed the other man’s cock and ball-sacs through the thin material of his boxer shorts, right in front of his very eyes.
“Ohhh Jesus… aahhhh, no, no I just can’t. What about Kimberley?” Rick grunted.
The voice that responded to his question came from behind him, out in the hallway beyond, and it shocked all three of them equally. “Oh, I won’t mind, Rick. Just as long as you don’t mind if I sample my Dad’s big fat cock and my slutty sister’s juicy little pussy.”
Ashley, Rick and Andrew all focused their attention onto the person who’d spoken up, standing in the hallway just beyond them all. Kimberley was wearing a long terrycloth robe, but it was hanging wide open on her full, luscious body, and three fingers of her right hand were busily delving away between her moist, wet pussy-lips, scooping up as much quim-sauce as she possibly could on her fingers.
Then, as they all watched on in apt fascination, Kim raised the cum-covered digits up to her mouth, opened wide, and sucked them all back down her throat til she had drunk back all the girl-jizz she could, and moaned around her fingers. It was truly an amazingly arousing sight. Andrew could hardly believe his luck – now, the possibility of fucking ANOTHER one of his daughters had arisen! Incredible!
He could hardly wait to see where events would take them all next.
To Be Continued…
, I like to write predominantly incest work, and this is chapter 04 of one story I've been writing for a little while now called Caribbean Cruise.
My main concern with this is that, for the first time in this series, I write from the vantage points of two different characters; the story changes positions from one person to the other three or four times. I was just wondering if anyone thought it took something away from the flow of the story, or if it was a good way for me to write. Other opinions, any at all, are welcomed.
Its a pretty long read, I know, but would appreciate feedback greatly. It would help you understand the story more if you've read previous chapters of my work but its not essential to have done so. This has not even been submitted yet so suggestions/changes that I agree upon will be made to the story before submission and acknowledgement will be given to the person/s responsible. Cheers,
Capt
Caribbean Cruise Ch. 04
Rick Chaplain felt strangely calm and centred after his ‘liaison’ with Billie Collins, despite the fact that it actually added an entirely new and equally complex dimension to the whole affair. Andrew had come back from the toilet and the two men had put on a couple of shorts, heading together back up onto the deck of the ship. Rain was still pouring down across the deck as the catamaran was battered wildly by the elements. The two men stood just inside the sheltered doorway, in silence, watching the storm raging away right before their eyes with companionable ease.
After a while, the sound of screaming and shouting from down behind them made both Andrew and Rick turn around sharply. They looked at each other for a brief moment, and then headed down the staircase and along the cramped hallway in a mad dash towards Kimberley and Keith’s bedroom door. They could hear both of the Stevens’ yelling and screaming through the thin, somewhat flimsy door-panel, followed by a sharp, piercing cry as the unmistakably loud and clear sound of flesh striking against flesh could be heard from within the room.
“What the fuck is that bastard doing to my daughter?” Andrew bellowed, and the look of pure, unadulterated fury that twisted his voice and turned his face into a snarling mask of rage chilled Rick to the core. As he watched on, his mouth hanging agape, Rick saw Andrew charge the door with his right shoulder first and, on the first full-battering strike, send the bolted-in doorframe flying clear off its hinges, shattered away from the doorframe in splinterig shards.
Rick hurriedly followed his girlfriend’s father into the smaller guest bedroom, prepared to TRY and stop any possible violence between Keith and Andrew, though he had no real illusions about his effectiveness against a U.S. Navy SEAL, retired or not…
But what he encountered in the room beyond was quite clearly an abhorrent scene of brutality, and his very own gut instincts were to do some extremely unsavourily things to Keith Stevens as soon as he could catch the bastard. However, Rick didn’t have to; as Andrew already had everything already well under control.
The elder Collins daughter was laying spread-eagled out across the large bed, in a tangled mess of sheets, her nightgown torn wide open and most of her body completely exposed. She had a few raw, clearly noticeable palm-prints on her breasts and neck, where it was blatantly obvious Keith had roughed her up, and there was a slight swelling to the side of her face where, Rick could only guess, he must have struck her quite a blow. Rick wanted to get his hands on Keith Stevens VERY badly indeed at that moment; he had terrible ideas of punishment that would have rivalled anything the SEALs-trained Collins patriarch could himself devise, but Andrew was the one who was holding Keith by the arm, and he wasn’t about to let up his hapless victim to ANYONE…
Kimberley was barely conscious, but when she looked up to see her Dad holding her husband Keith firmly, his fingers clamping into the soft tissue of the younger man’s armpit til tears started welling out of the corners of his eyes, she tried to speak. “Daddy, please don’t hurt Keith. He didn’t mean to do this; I beg you, let him go… he loves me. This is all just one big terrible mistake…”
Andrew said nothing, but the look of contemptuous rage on his face spoke volumes. Keith Stevens had been caught out beating his wife Kimberley, by her own father, whom just so happened to be a former commando… there were only half a dozen potential witnesses to work around, so the opportunity to ‘do away’ with somebody out here was almost perfect. Rick could see in the eyes of the old warhorse the gleaming light of a man prepared to kill, and there was a large part of him that wanted to just turn his back on everything and leave Keith at Andy Collins’ mercy.
But then again, there was Rick’s morality… he had to say SOMETHING, to at least TRY to offer up alternative courses of action.
“Kim, its okay, everything’s going to be alright now…” Andrew said reassuringly to his daughter. “We’re just going to tie this dirt-bag up, then at the next port of call we will see Mr Stevens off our boat, and out of all our lives forever. At least, Keith will stay out of our lives if he knows what’s best for his future well-being. Isn’t that right, Rick?” He looked across at me pointedly, and Kimberley turned her head slowly around to take me in, seemingly for the first time. She smiled brightly, then winced in pain and attempted to cover up her nakedness. I rushed over to help her, gently scooping up a bit of the bedspread that she was tangled up in a bit and covering up her nudity, for her modesty’s sake.
“It’s all going to be fine, Kim darling, I promise you…” Rick whispered, cupping the beautiful raven-haired woman’s face in his hands and staring deeply into her eyes for just a moment… but that moment, to both Kim and Rick alike, went on for an eternity.
With that, Rick rose up from Kimberley’s side and went to join Andrew, and, between the two of them, they physically dragged Keith Stevens out of the bedroom and up onto the deck of their yacht.
The storm was still raging, but it was clearly loosing much of the lustre of before… the rain was still brutally strong, every second or two the sky was lit up by a snapping thunderbolt, and the seas raged with mighty waves of fury. Andrew looked around the deck for a few moments and, ensuring that the three of them were the only ones up there at that present time, grabbed Keith’s right arm with both hands and twisted it up behind his back until he popped the limb right out of joint. Keith let out an ear-shattering scream, which could clearly be heard over the swirling wind and the buffeting waves.
“YOU FUCKIN PRICK BASTARD, KEITH!!!” Andrew bellowed, yelling full in the younger man’s face as he held the man’s arm bent back behind him. “HOW DARE YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER’S BODY! YOU’RE GONNA WISH YOU NEVER TOUCHED HER!”
“Please, don’t hurt me again, don’t… I’m so sorry, Mr Collins, I promise you this will never happen again!” Keith begged through the immense pain that was coursing through his body, his face wincing every second or two in utter agony. “Please! I…”
Andrew Collins struck out with a savage punch that clipped Keith across the side of the head, and the badly hurt younger man went down onto the deck of the yacht in a tangled heap, clearly having been knocked out cold by the blow. Rick was stunned at the speed and brutality of Andrew’s strike, but he could hardly admit that he was surprised at the outcome, considering the older gentleman’s former profession. He just wondered, and worried, about what Collins had in store for his despised son-in-law…
“Come on Rick, I need a hand with this!” Andrew barked, waving across the limp, motionless body of Keith Stevens. Between the two of them, they managed to drag the man out further onto the deck of the catamaran and over to a nearby handrail. There, they proceeded to hoist Keith’s dead-weight arms up over the railing, and at Andrew’s orders Rick held them up against the metal rail by the wrists. Andrew ducked back inside the ship for a few long moments, but came out later with a long length of rope wrapped up around his right arm and shoulder.
Before long, Andrew had Keith well secured with the rope, his arms tied up against the metal railing that ran along the starboard side of the yacht. The rain was still pummelling down upon the deck – and thus, upon Andrew, Rick and Keith. Neither one of the two men who’d bound him could have cared less that Keith would be cold, tired and uncomfortable. They turned on their heels and left him tied up to the side railing of the catamaran, with a broken arm and knocked totally unconscious, without so much as a moment’s thought for his well-being. He wasn’t worth the concern…
Only once they were down the staircase and within the hull of the yacht did they stop and collect themselves, and then they were forced to reflect upon their past actions.
“Tomorrow, we’ll dump him off when we touch base in Trinidad,” Andrew Collins said to Rick simply, after a long pause. “Until then, I think he’ll be fine right where he is – serves the prick right for what he did to Kimberley.”
“What should we tell the others, if they ask about Kim or Keith?” Rick inquired, more than willing to take the lead from Andrew’s instructions in this instance. He knew that the decision was quite an awkward one, and, not actually being a member of the Collins family, was more than happy to pass the ball on this tough issue.
“Tell them the truth, Rick, tell them the truth and hope they understand…” Andy replied. He paused for a long moment, and then looked over his shoulder towards the staircase, and the doorway to the deck of the yacht beyond it. He sighed. “That man was always going to be trouble for us… I sensed it from the very first time we met, but I couldn’t say anything to Kim, she was blinded by her love for him…”
“It’s okay, Andrew. It’s over now. We can put all of this behind us,” Rick replied, with much more confidence resounding in his voice than he actually felt.
“Well, will it be alright if you stayed with Kimberley tonight? I’m sure she will need you now more than ever, Rick. I’ll let Ashley know where you are and what has happened with Keith. She’ll be fine with it, of that I am certain. Please do this, its what’s best for her and for you, I’m sure of it!”
Rick Chaplain could hardly believe that Andrew was asking this of him, but then he only had to remember what had happened between the both of them and Billie, his own wife, to know that the older man trusted him with so much and was relying upon him to see his loved ones through the choppy waters after his eventual death. And he had to admit to himself that out of them all, Rick was beginning to love Kimberley on a level he had not thought himself capable of loving, and his heart broke at the thought of the suffering and anguish she must be feeling because of her dreadful husband’s brutal actions.
He was more than happy to spend the night with Kim…
# #
Andrew Collins went straight to the door that led into the bedroom that his daughter Ashley was sharing with Rick, and knocked lightly on the doorframe. When he heard no reply from inside, nor detect a response of any kind, he knocked again but this time a little more firmly. Still nothing. Frowning slightly, and just a tad concerned by this time, Andrew decided to press forward and take a little peek into the room. If Ash caught him at it, at least he had a legitimate reason to be in there, too…
She was lying on her back on the bed, spread out across most of its surface with her legs spread wide open and her left arm thrown up over her head. Her golden blonde hair was trussed up all over the pillow she was laying on, her eyes were closed over and her full, luscious lips were slightly parted as she breathed steadily in and out. Ash was wearing a super-tight, light blue tank top that left little to the imagination, and had only the tiniest of tiny G-strings on to cover up her pussy-slit. Although she was his daughter, his very own flesh and blood, Andy couldn’t help but look at Ashley now as a sexual being, as an attractive woman whom he had secretly lusted after for many years now on a deeply subconscious level.
Now, he was faced with an opportunity he had hardly ever expected to face… and really, what better time than now to take this opportunity and run with it? What could possibly happen to him that was worse than facing death, as he already was because of the brain tumour? If Ashley didn’t want him, then Andrew wasn’t going to force himself onto her… but he wanted to opportunity to seduce her, to get her cunt all wet and dripping for her very own father’s prick.
Andy was pretty sure he could achieve this task, and at that moment, being that sure was all he needed to carry on.
He moved cautiously around the right side of the bed and lowered himself down onto the mattress. The mattress rose slightly once Andrew had let his full body weight settle on the bed, and Ash stirred slightly in her sleep from the disturbance. He held his breath for a long moment, afraid that he might have awoken her and desperately scrambling inside his own head to come up with a legitimate excuse for where he was at that moment, if his middle child did happen to wake up…
Ashley didn’t stir any more, so Andrew decided to continue onward and lift his legs up and around onto the bed. After this was done, he lowered himself gently down onto the bedspread beside her, and Ashley moved about on the mattress again, this time letting out a slight groan in her sleep and frowning just a little bit, which made Andy almost loose his nerve and bolt for the door.
He forced himself to stay where he was after she settled down again, and then began to slink his way over to her side, at last pressing his body ever so slightly up against her own. Ashley moaned and rolled over onto her side after a while, pushing her butt back into her father’s mid-section. Feeling his semi-hard penis mashing against his middle child Ashley’s ass made Andrew Collins feel a whole lot of inappropriate feelings rush through him – before he quite realized it, he had one of his hands resting lightly on her hip and was gently worming his cock further into the crevice of her butt-cheeks.
Ashley moaned and let out a slight sigh of contentment.
“Oh Rick… please, I need you,” she whispered. “Make love to me baby, I need it!”
Andy didn’t know if his baby-girl was asleep or awake and just thinking that he was her boyfriend, but he was more than willing to take advantage of the situation. He knew that what he had done so far up to this point was bad enough, that he was abusing his very own daughter in a way that no father really had the right to do, but Andy Collins was driven by a level of primal lust he had never before experienced in his entire life, and the consequences of his actions didn’t seem that important anymore since he was a dying man, regardless.
Pushing his hard-on, still covered by his shorts, more firmly against Ash’s butt, Andrew reached around and began to squeeze and cup one of his daughter’s large, voluptuous breasts through her tight blouse as he grinded himself into her behind. Soon enough, she was moaning, groaning and pushing her ass back into Andy’s cock, making him in turn grunt and see a red, luscious daze behind his eyes.
He had to have more of his sexy daughter, but had to also keep secret the fact that he was her father and not her lover Rick… this would have to be done very carefully, but Andy was more than ready for the challenge.
He pulled his shorts down around his knees, and managed to wiggle his way out of them, and then kick them completely to one side. Now, completely bare-ass naked with his cock pressing up against his daughter’s G-string covered butt, Andrew felt the blood rushing to his prick and let out a slight gasp of pleasure when he felt the touch of his daughter’s right hand on his dong.
She was reaching back to grab hold of the cock that was pressing against her butt, seemingly unaware of the fact that she was in fact inching ever closer to her very own father’s prick. But Ashley was unawares of whom was actually behind her – she enclosed her cool fingers around Andrew’s rigid dick-tool, and began to gently work her hand back and forwards along the length of his prick, slowly working him up to a point where he was ready to take her and make love to her at her pace.
After a few long, protracted moments, she let go of her own Dad’s penis and began to wiggle her way out of her G-string underwear, keeping her back to him all the while. She spread the cheeks of her ass apart but didn’t even say a word – she hardly had to, anyway. Andrew could hardly comprehend that this could be happening – still, his mind was operating on autopilot. He simply acted to take what he had always wanted since the moment his middle child Ashley had started to blossom into womanhood. He slid his cock slowly into his daughter’s dripping wet pussy from behind.
Ash let out a long sigh of pleasure when her Dad’s prick finally bottomed out against the back of her cervix, almost reaching her fertile womb. She groaned as her pussy-muscles contracted around her father’s massive cock, then sighed again as he started to work his magical dick-stick in and out of her soaking hole. She shuddered in lust when he reached down with his left hand to grasp hold of each one of her firm, sweat-glistening buttocks, squeezing and pulling them apart so that her small, puckered brown anus was exposed to his ravenous gaze.
Andrew slipped a finger into his daughter’s butt-crack and pushed it gently in against the outer ring of her tight, clenching asshole, eliciting a deep guttural moan from Ashley that fired up his lust more directly than any other action that had transpired between them so far. He pushed his probing digit slowly in and out of her anus, delving deeper and deeper into her butt-crevice with every push downwards. He kept on pistoning in and out of his baby-girl’s clenching pussy as his finger slid deeper down into her back passage.
Grunting and groaning with abject pleasure as she got rammed nice and hard by her father’s big fat cock from behind, Ashley Collins began to shudder after a short while as her first climax rocked through her entire body. Her pussy clamped down hard around Andrew’s throbbing cock, and he let out a sharp gasp of his own as he felt her cunt clench and release his prick, again and again time after time.
His head was swelling with a thousand different thoughts and sensations – the predominant one amongst them being that Andy found himself fucking one of his very own daughters, one of his own children! It was incredible, unthinkable, yet one of the most intensely arousing moments of his entire life, and it took all of the middle-aged man’s willpower to stop from cumming deep inside her twitching pink pussy-sheath as she climaxed.
Andrew pulled his slime-slick finger out of his daughter’s asshole just after the final tremors of her lustful orgasm had subsided, and raised his hand up over his daughter’s shoulder to offer his slimy digit, moist with her own butt-juices, to Ashley to suck upon. She let out a low moan and opened her mouth to take in his finger – Andrew knew he was risking direct exposure by this action, but thought the danger was worth bearing. He judged that she would be too far-gone with her own lust to notice that she was holding onto her father’s hand, and was sucking the ass-sludge off of one of her Daddy’s fingers!
He had no idea how wrong he was…
# #
When he came back into the bedroom that Kimberley had been sharing with her husband, Rick found that the lights had all been switched off and that Kim was well under the covers in the large bed in the middle of the room. “Kim, are you awake?” he called out to her. Nothing. “Kim, its me, Rick. I’m alone… please, we need to talk about this.”
“We don’t NEED to talk,” she said after a long moment’s pause, slightly muffled by the bedspread covering her up completely. “You just think we have to, that’s all…”
“Kim, please…” Rick begged, moving closer towards the bed, with both hands raised in supplication if she could see him at all. “What happened? I beg you, just tell me, it will help I swear it! Everything that you say to me now will remain between the two of us, unless you want me to tell others, I swear it. Just let me help you, my darling. Talking to me about what he did to you will help…”
There was a long, protracted pause, and Rick waited for Kimberley to finally speak, as he knew she would in the end. “Okay, Rick, we’ll talk… come on over here, sit by me.”
He did as he was bidden, and sat down on the side of the bed where Kimberley had moved over to make some space for him. Rick could see that she had stuck her head up from under the blanket, and he could see her big, saucer-like eyes staring right back at him. They were bright and shiny, full of tears. Rick reached out with his right hand to cup the side of his face in his palm. He stroked the side of her face soothingly, promising her that everything would be alright while inside his heart was breaking because of the suffering she had just endured.
“Please, tell me what happened, Kim…” Rick said softly to her.
“He came to bed just like normal, I didn’t think anything was wrong… until I felt his hands cupping my breasts, and felt his breath on my face. He had been drinking, I could tell that straight off, and I could smell women’s perfume on him as well. Then Keith started to tell me about him and Ashley, started to describe to me in detail all the nasty things they had just done to each other, while he forced his cock up against me and kissed me hard on the mouth…” Kimberley started to sob then, but Rick was right there. He moved in close to her and kissed the woman tenderly on the mouth.
After the longest while, Kim began to kiss him back – there wasn’t much passion to their action, but rather it was more out of mutual affection and comfort that they kissed. “Kim, it’s alright now, Keith is gone from your life now for good, there is no way he can ever hurt you ever again!”
“Yes I know that, but he raped me, Rick, he raped me as he described all the things he and Ashley had been doing together behind our backs… it crushed me inside, destroyed my spirit. That man took so much from me.”
Rick slipped into bed under the covers beside Kimberley, and they both snuggled up against each other. He felt her naked body pressing up against his chest – she had seemingly discarded her torn nightgown, and Rick was suitably pleased. Rick’s hands slid down over her bare back til he was cupping her smooth, naked buttocks, squeezing and massaging Kim’s ass as he pressed his cock up against her mons through the thin fabric of his shorts.
“Kim, my love, your spirit can never be broken, not by anyone or anything. You are a beloved creature, and you must believe that!” Rick exclaimed.
“I want to, baby, I really want to….”
“Well, I’ve got to show you just how much you mean to me then, don’t I?” he whispered into her ear before moving his focus down just a little bit to start nibbling and sucking at the side of Kim’s neck. She moaned softly and wrapped her long, sleek legs around his waist.
# #
“Oh Jesus, Rick, you fuck me so good….” Ashley moaned, as she slowly drifted down from her super-intense orgasm with a long, shuddering tremor. Her father, Andrew, was still deep inside her cunt – she must still think I’m Rick, he realized with shock. He had never thought he could manage to keep the charade up with her for so long. “Aahhhh, and you’re still hard! Well, why don’t you stick that big fat monster of yours up my nice, tight little corn-hole, huh? We both really like it when you ass-fuck me with that huge dong of yours!”
Just hearing Ash talking so dirty really got Andrew’s heart racing, but what was she SAYING? Ass-fucking? Did she just ask him to shove his cock up her bunghole? She wanted him to give her ANAL? Oh sweet Mother of God!!! What was he to do…?
Well, there really wasn’t much in the way of options available to him… and Andy had to admit that the thought of actually trying to shove his cock up his daughter’s asshole was a real major turn-on for him. He couldn’t really back out of all of this now even if he had wanted to – and besides, he had just fucked his middle-child in the pussy and made her cum around his dick. There was hardly anything he could do with her that was worse than that…. He’d already gone so far as it was with incest. Taking that one step further over the line hardly really mattered anymore, at least so Andrew reasoned with himself.
Slowly he pulled his big dick out of his baby-girl’s tight, suctioning pussy. It was almost a painful act, withdrawing his prick from her hugging, wet moistness, and it left his balls throbbing and the migraine in his head pounding. Andrew moved slightly where he lay, spooning into his daughter’s behind, til the head of his cock was pressing in against her puckered brown butt-hole…
“Rick, what are you DOING? You usually eat out my ass for a while before you shove that fat prong of yours up my rectum… don’t you want to taste my heinie-hole, darling?”
Andrew shuddered at the sheer notion of giving his darling daughter Ashley a rim-job, but the idea set his mind ablaze with filthy lust. He knew that he wanted to do this more than he wanted anything else before, but it was so sinful and wicked… still, he just HAD to!
Andy Collins moved down in the bed behind his daughter’s back until his face was right in front of Ashley’s buttocks, then he spread her ass-cheeks apart and leaned in to taste her rectum for the very first time…
Ashley jumped slightly when his tongue first touched the wrinkled skin of her rosy anus, and Andrew stopped what he was doing immediately. “No, my love, please… continue. I just love getting my ass licked out!”
Encouraged and emboldened by these words from Ashley, Andrew slid his tongue around the outer rim of her tight puckered rectum, then slowly pushed it into her anal-passage, eliciting low guttural moans from her that continued on til she gasped out loud, a mini-orgasm ripping through her. “OH GOD OH FUCKIN CHRIST YEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!” she screamed out at the top of her lungs.
Andrew could hardly wait any longer – he had to have her ass right there and then or he was going to loose his mind. He leapt up in the bed til he was spooning her properly again, and shoved his cock brutally in against the puckered hole of her rectum. The mushroom-shaped cock-knob was hard to get in past the outer-ring, but Andy pushed on through the resistant barrier, though Ashley groaned softly in pain.
She tugged her tight-fitting blue blouse up and over her head as the first inch of dick-meat slid into her asshole. Andrew saw that Ash was squeezing her big, firm bare breasts as he continued to push into her rear-end, and smiled to himself. She sure as hell was a horny minx – he loved it!
As a combination of her own lubrication and Andrew’s pre-cum started to lube up his cock and balls, as well as Ash’s own butt-hole, he was able to slide his prick deeper into her chute, as well as speed up the ass-fucking. Before either of them knew it, Ashley was cumming in a long, protracted wave of multiple orgasms, and Andy felt as though he was going to explode inside of her at any moment. He let out a long groan, almost in pain, as his ball-sacs tightened up and his copious cum churned deep inside.
He was definitely not expecting what happened next – it all seemed to take place in slow motion, like a nightmare coming to life right before one’s own eyes. Andrew had never expected anything like this to ever take place, but it did.
Ashley Collins slid off her father’s cock and scurried down the bed til she was right in front of it. Then, without a moment’s pause of hesitation, she took him balls-deep down the back of her throat, sucking on Andy’s massive boner and licking all the bowel-juices off his rigid tool. He let out a long shout and busted his load of cum right down his daughter’s throat… all the while, as his jizz was exploding out of his dick and striking the back of her throat, and as she was hurriedly gulping down mouthfuls of her very own father’s baby-batter so as not to choke on his semen, Ashley had her eyes firmly fixated on his face, and when she was done, she gave Andy a wink which almost made him pass out in shock.
What in God’s name… She wasn’t mad? She didn’t feel sickened, abused or betrayed by any of this? What in the Hell was going on here?
# #
When they had finally sated their mutual lust for one another, Rick and Kimberley lay contented in each other’s arms, the sheets crumbled up round their ankles. Both he and Kim were breathing deeply, struggling to get air back into their lungs after spending the last half-hour or so making love, but Rick had a big smile on his face, and could not have been any happier.
Kimberley was now willing to be with Rick now on a more open, permanent basis, and he was absolutely ecstatic because of this new development in their relationship. He was more than willing to end things with Ashley because of her – Rick knew that his trust issues with her because of the fact that she’d cheated with Keith would always be a problem for him, something that he didn’t think he would ever manage to overcome even if he had wanted to.
So he had a lot to think about… the most pressing point that Rick had to ponder was how to let Ashley know that he knew all about her betrayal, and that he was going to be dumping her for her older sister Kim. That sure was quite a blow to deliver, and Rick doubted that there was any way he could sugarcoat it without seeming to pity or patronize her.
When he was sure that Kim had drifted off to sleep, Rick Chaplain wiggled out from under her right arm, put his shorts back on and slipped out of the bedroom. He paused for a moment in the hallway outside – there was silence above his head, out on the deck of the catamaran. No more sound of the thunderstorm that had been raging down on them before… it had seemingly moved on. Rick grinned in satisfaction as he thought of how cold and beaten-down Keith Stevens must have been feeling at that very moment, if he had even come around after being knocked unconscious in the first place!
He felt hungry, and thought that a snack from the kitchenette was in order. Rick continued on down the cramped hallway towards his destination, when suddenly a noise from within his own room caught his attention. It sounded like a deep, guttural moan… Rick was intrigued.
He pushed the door open slightly wider – it was already open a little way. And there, on the bed that he was supposed to be sharing with his girlfriend, was her, buck-ass naked, orally pleasuring another man whom seemed to be having the time of his life. And the ‘other man’, of all people, just so happened to be HER VERY OWN FATHER, Andrew!
To say that he was shocked at that moment would have been a severe understatement. And when Andy’s gaze met Rick’s, the younger man could see the surprise and horror in the other guy’s eyes.
# #
“Holy crap!” Andrew Collins cried out, terrified that the younger man he had grown to like and respect had caught him in such a compromising position with his girlfriend, who happened to be his own daughter no less. But the feeling of Ash’s skilled tongue teasing him and the force of her sucking mouth held precedence over everything else, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Andy groaned audibly, closed his eyes, and felt the jism bursting up out of the tip of his cock-nuzzle.
He fired about five or six mighty big bursts of dick-cream straight out of the head of his throbbing prick and straight into the back of his slutty daughter’s mouth. She struggled valiantly to swallow back all of his load, and after a few long moments she took the last of her Daddy’s hot cum-fudge down her throat. Ash gargled the last of it, and that was a real massive turn-on to Andrew – his cock twitched approvingly, despite the fact that he had only just cum down her throat and Ash’s boyfriend Rick was standing in the doorway, having seen more than enough to draw his own conclusions about what they’d been up to.
Still, his main concern was most definitely for his daughter Ashley, who Andrew knew he had taken advantage of in a way that no father had the right to, had the excuse to… he started to say something to her, but Ashley rose up from her position crouched down over his cock and bent down to kiss him softly on the lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue tried to part Andrew’s lips – after a long while putting up a brave resistance, Andrew’s noble resolve began to cave in and he returned the passionate hunger of her kiss. Andy could taste a little salty cum on Ashley’s full, luscious lips, but this only hastened to draw out the lust burning in the dark depths of his heart.
With this action though, it answered Andrew’s own nagging doubts about this – she seemed to be more than happy with how things all worked themselves out. When she stopped kissing her Dad and came up for air at last, Ashley gave him a mischievous smile and shook her head slowly from side to side.
“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is NO – no I don’t think you took advantage of me, you only acted as most men would have, under the same circumstances,” she said. “I’ve been wanting this for years, you know…. you’ve just made a huge teen fantasy of mine come true by fucking me the way you did, my darling Daddy. And I must say, reality lived up to every one of my expectations!”
Andrew glanced over at Rick again, standing there in the doorway. He nodded his head at the Collins patriarch, grunted to himself, and turned to leave. Andy hadn’t missed the tears that had started to well up in Rick’s eyes before he’d turned away, and knew that the younger man was fleeing because he didn’t want to be seen as weak by crying. Before he went, though, Ashley pulled him up though with a shout, “Rick please… wait. We have to end this, to get this all out in the open between the two of us so we can move on.”
The young man pulled up short before heading back down the hallway the way he’d come, but didn’t turn around to face them. Andrew could understand that Rick was hurt, confused, and must have felt betrayed because of all of this. He must have also felt shocked that Andrew himself would have committed incest – he had to admit, he was shocked by his own actions here. But it had happened and he couldn’t deny it to himself, let alone others.
“It’s over between us, Ash, I hope you know that….” Rick said softly.
“Yes, Rick, I figured that much… and I know about you and Kimberley, so please don’t go sneaking around together on my account!” Ashley shot back vehemently, but then pulled her anger up short and got herself in check. She gave Rick an apologetic smile. “Well, I hope you don’t hold this new twist on our father-daughter relationship against either Dad or myself, Rick, because I hope we can all stay friends and enjoy the rest of the cruise together.”
Rick smiled and nodded. “I’m fine with all of this just as long as you two are,” he answered. Andrew wondered if that was actually the truth of the matter, and saw the look in Rick’s eyes, which immediately confirmed it. He seemed to be happy, which was something that he hadn’t been, Andy thought to himself, for quite some time… “I wish you both all the best.”
Ashley paused for a moment, then slipped out of bed and, bare-ass naked and without a care in the world, walked over to where her ex-boyfriend Rick was standing. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss on the mouth. As he watched on, Andrew Collins felt a flash of deep jealousy rear its head for just a second, then he started to get turned on by the action. Rick’s hands slid up and down his daughter’s back seemingly on their own accord. After the longest while, they broke apart, but they were still standing very close together, with their bodies mashed together and their eyes locked together.
“You know, Rick, this doesn’t really have to be the end between us…” Ashley replied. “We can still carry on the way things were between us, though I’ll have Daddy to take care of me too, and you’ll have my sexy older sister, Kimberley…”
“You know what happened between her and Keith, don’t you?” Rick asked, as he cupped Ash’s ass and squeezed her butt-cheeks tightly. “Your lover’s a real bastard, do you know that? He’s out of the picture now, Ash, for good!”
“Well, I figured that from what I saw and heard earlier on,” she said. “The two of you didn’t seem all that friendly with Keith as you dragged him up onto the top deck. I hope you didn’t hurt him TOO badly…” Ash glanced back at Andrew this time, too; he smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders.
“Whatever Keith got, he had that and more coming to him for what he did to Kimberley.” Rick’s voice was flat, cold, but he still held Ash’s body against his own, so he couldn’t of been all that mad at her, really. “But I must say, I’m quite shocked about all this… I never expected you to fuck one of your own daughters, Andrew.” This last comment was addressed to the head of the Collins family, over Ashley’s left shoulder.
“Well, I wasn’t really expecting this all to happen either, Rick, but it just did…” Andy replied curtly. He didn’t want to have to explain himself to anyone – he’d never liked it, and had never planned on having to do so again once he retired from the Navy and went out into the world to make his impact. But now Andrew found himself having to do so again, under strange circumstances that even a day ago he would have found totally and utterly ludicrous to comprehend.
“Come on, Rick, lighten up,” Ash whispered, so softly that Andrew, from where he was lying stretched out across the bed, almost missed hearing her words. “He’s just a randy old goat that found a nice wet cunt to sink his prick into… you can hardly blame him. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t tried this sooner, considering the fact that he’s fathered three stunning daughters. Let him have his fun, baby, you really don’t have any right to judge him.”
“I guess you’re right…” Andrew heard Rick reply. This was a true relief for Andrew to hear coming from Rick, because he truly liked the man and wanted him be around his family after he had passed on. He saw Rick looking over his daughter Ashley’s shoulder at him as he hugged her, and saw the look on the younger man’s face. He seemed to convey a mournful look to Andrew, and gave the man a simple nod of blessing.
With that, the old SEAL felt a swell of righteousness fill him again – he had been blessed by Rick to continue on with his incestuous liaison with Ashley. Andrew knew that he was dying anyway, so what did it really matter if he took opportunities when they presented themselves, if he enjoyed perversions of the flesh until his last moment on Earth?
What did it truly matter, in the great scheme of things?
“So then, Rick darling, why don’t you join us…?” Ashley coaxed, kissing him again hard on the mouth and sliding her hands down over his chest and along his legs. Andrew watched as Ash’s hands slid around til they were cupping Rick’s groin, and he watched as his daughter squeezed the other man’s cock and ball-sacs through the thin material of his boxer shorts, right in front of his very eyes.
“Ohhh Jesus… aahhhh, no, no I just can’t. What about Kimberley?” Rick grunted.
The voice that responded to his question came from behind him, out in the hallway beyond, and it shocked all three of them equally. “Oh, I won’t mind, Rick. Just as long as you don’t mind if I sample my Dad’s big fat cock and my slutty sister’s juicy little pussy.”
Ashley, Rick and Andrew all focused their attention onto the person who’d spoken up, standing in the hallway just beyond them all. Kimberley was wearing a long terrycloth robe, but it was hanging wide open on her full, luscious body, and three fingers of her right hand were busily delving away between her moist, wet pussy-lips, scooping up as much quim-sauce as she possibly could on her fingers.
Then, as they all watched on in apt fascination, Kim raised the cum-covered digits up to her mouth, opened wide, and sucked them all back down her throat til she had drunk back all the girl-jizz she could, and moaned around her fingers. It was truly an amazingly arousing sight. Andrew could hardly believe his luck – now, the possibility of fucking ANOTHER one of his daughters had arisen! Incredible!
He could hardly wait to see where events would take them all next.
To Be Continued…
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