Message-ID: <24360asstr$959659842@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: thor4u@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8gu41h$j74$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon May 29 15:57:44 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP by Request: TWO FAMILIES - The Cruise, Ch4/6 (Mf, inc) Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 00:10:42 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman AUTHOR'S NOTES: Posting Schedule: This story is reposted due to numerous requests. Because of the length of the story, many of you have missed chapters. For that reason I am going to try to post on the following schedule: Friday, May 26 - Two Families - The Cruise in its entirety (6 Chapters) Monday, May 29 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 1-6 Tuesday May 30 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 7-13 Wednesday, May 31 - Two Families - Epilogue These postings will be made to alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories.incest, so if miss a chapter in one newsgroup, you can probably find it in another. Another method of finding missing chapters is to go to your favorite search engine and search for TWO FAMILIES only in the newsgroups, rather than web pages. What is Two Families? First of all -- this story is completely fiction. The story is in two parts. The Cruise details a memorable week in the lives of two close families - a Caribbean cruise. The Teenage Years picks up at the end of the cruise and follows the two families until the day our hero -- Jason Bradford -- leaves home for college. Then, the Epilogue returns about 10 years later in Jason's life and lets you know how everything turned out for our two families. As always, comments are appreciated -- either posted here to the newsgroup or by email to thor4u@my-deja.com Enjoy the story. ******************************** Two Families - The Cruise Chapter 4 By Thor4u While Jason and his mother were having their awesome sexual baptism, Kim and Cassie were engaged in a long and intense discussion. The topic was Cassie's favorite, her obsession -- sex. Kim didn't mind talking sex with Cassie, but she was worried about her. Cassie was young, not too bright, full of unanswered questions, and consumed with insecurities. Cassie was on a mission to have somebody love her, to get laid, to make a man happy, to become a woman, but she was too petrified with fear to do anything about it. That was a good thing in a way, because she was nowhere near mature enough to start having sex. In short, she was a typical 15 year old girl whose budding body and raging hormones had outrun her emotional development. Kim had made the point that Cassie had to be careful not to get pregnant and to protect herself against sexually transmitted diseases, so now Cassie's obsession had become to learn ways to make a man happy without having to worry about either of those problems. Cassie didn't date much, but when she had refused to put out for several of her dates, they had asked her for blowjobs. Poor Cassie wasn't even real sure what a blowjob was, and certainly didn't know how to give one. So she badgered Kim continuously to learn the technique. Kim, however, didn't really want to give Cassie too much information because she was afraid Cassie would strike out on a campaign to suck every dick on the cruise ship. So she just told her that first of all, you don't blow, and that you just suck like the man's dick is a lollipop. That explanation helped Cassie, but she pressed for more. When Kim wouldn't give her any more information, Cassie became exasperated and asked Kim to SHOW her how to give a blow job. In other words, she wanted Kim to give somebody head while Cassie watched! Kim, of course, refused, but Cassie persisted. Cassie first suggested Kim take care of Tony, her asshole, soon-to-be- ex boyfriend. Kim said no. Cassie then suggested a couple of the cuter boys they had met in the disco. Kim refused, trying unsuccessfully to tell Cassie she didn't just suck anyone's dick. Then, Cassie came up with a brainstorm. "Kimmy! I know!" She squealed excitedly. "Jason! You could do Jason! You two are very close and trust each other. And he's probably never had a blowjob and would love it! It would be safe and no one would tell! And besides, Kim...your little brother has a big cock!" Kim immediately, and angrily, dismissed this suggestion. Jason was her brother! Well, not really, actually he was her step brother, but it was still family. No way. But Kim was surprised at Cassie's comment about Jason's size. Kim had suspected that Jason was hung better than most young kids, but that often evens out with time. But she had never actually seen Jason's cock, and frankly, had never given it much thought. "How do you know he's got a big cock, Cassie? Have you seen it?" "No, but I heard." Cassie had a petulant grin on her face. "Heard where?" Kim countered. "I heard from some of the kids at school. The boys give him a lot of kidding, because he's bigger than any of them." "Oh, Cassie...you can't believe anything kids say. They don't know anything, and they exaggerate everything." "Yeah, well...my Mom says he's bigger than my Dad!" Cassie said defiantly. "What about that? Mom's a pretty reliable source, and she certainly knows what a big cock looks like." "Unh uh! You're lying!" Kim was shocked. "When did she say that?" "Just last night," Cassie retorted. "She said she could see his cock through his shorts when they were climbing that ruin thing they went to, and it was really big! Bigger than Dad's! And I have seen my Dad's dick, it's about this big (indicating 5-6 inches with her hands)!" "I don't believe you!" Kim replied. Although she had seen her fathers dick accidently a couple of times, Kim didn't really have much recollection of its size. She couldn't believe Cassie was telling the truth. "When have you seen your Dad?" "Hell, Kim, I see Daddy all the time. He does most of his work at home now, and he is pretty careless about his dress sometimes. Especially recently when I am home from school and Mom is at work. Sometimes I think he wants me to see him. I mean, like, he obviously knows I'm looking if I'm eating breakfast in the kitchen and he's parading around the family room with nothing on but an old teeshirt! He's even seen me looking a few times and smiled at me!" "Cass...you're not serious, are you? Please tell me you're not serious?" Kim was alarmed. She had two sorority sisters who had sexual relationships with their father -- one was a loving incestual relationship with both father and mother, but the other was a very abusive and dangerous situation. Both situations had started just like Cassie was describing. "Of course I'm serious! We're pretty casual around the house, anyway. Mom and I both run around half-naked sometimes, and now that Daddy is home most of the time, he sees both of us. To be honest, I've even been trying to create situations where Daddy can see me. I like the look in his eyes! I like being appreciated for a change!" Kim launched into a tirade about the evils and dangers of incest. She gave Cassie more hurtful information than she ever wanted to hear about Kim's sorority sister who was being abused, but Cassie was oddly unphased by the lecture. "Oh Shit, Kim! Daddy would never do anything to hurt me! Maybe you have a friend who has a psycho for a father, but that is only one case and it has nothing to do with me. My Dad is wonderful! I just like the attention of him looking at me, and he probably does too. At his age, he probably doesn't get many looks!" "Don't be so sure, Cass," Kim replied. "Your Dad is still a nice looking man, and you are certainly right about him being a wonderful person. My Dad and Betsy think the world of him, and I've never heard anyone say anything bad about him. But men don't die when they reach 40, Cass. I had a 60+ professor offer me an A in a class if I would just have dinner with him, so don't write your Dad off too soon." Kim continued, treading very cautiously on sensitive territory, "And Cassie...never forget that we only know a tiny portion of what is going on in someone's life -- even our parents and immediate family. You never know what kind of problems your Dad may be dealing with. You know, things like losing a job, or the difficulties of starting a new business, can cause men to doubt their manhood. And that can cause them to try to re-assert that manhood, to prove to themselves that they still `have it.' That's what `mid-life crisis' is all about. "The fact is that you don't know what is going through your father's mind when he looks at you, or you look at him. I know he loves you, and I'm sure he would never hurt you on purpose...but that doesn't mean that he wouldn't jump your sexy little bones if he had a chance!" "Yeah, well...that doesn't mean I wouldn't jump his, either!" Cassie was defiant now. "I mean, like, I know he loves me. I know he wouldn't get me pregnant. I know he doesn't have any diseases. I even know that if I wasn't very good, he would be patient with me -- I've seen that when he's tried to help me with my schoolwork. I'm not very smart, Kim, but Daddy has incredible patience with me. No shit, Kim...I could do a lot worse than my Dad." "Cass, stop it!!!" Kim cried. "I'm not going to listen to this! What you're talking about is illegal! Your dad could go to jail if he messes with you! And what would your Mom think? She would be destroyed!" "Oh Kimmy! I'm not gonna do my Dad! But I'm just so damn tired of everyone telling me what I can and can't do, but at the same time refusing to help me! You do all the sex stuff I want to know about, but you won't tell me shit! All you do is tell me not to do what you've been doing for years! Sucking somebody's dick is not gonna get me pregnant, or rot my teeth, or ruin my life, but you won't even show me how to do it!" "You're right, Cass. I won't," Kim replied firmly. "And I especially won't show you with my own brother! Anyway, you should be asking your mother all these questions -- not me. I try to give you the most sensible advice I can -- which frankly, Cassie, is that you are too immature to get entangled in a sexual relationship. If you can't handle that, maybe you'd better go ask your mom all these questions. I'm sure she knows a lot more about sex than I do, she has a lot more life experience, and maybe you'll listen to her." "Oh, sure! Like, hello Mom. Say listen, Mom, I've been wondering about how to really suck a dick in the most exciting way, could you teach me? Right, Kim!" "You're being silly, Cass. And in addition, you might be surprised by your mother's answer to a question like that. She's the one who was telling you about Jason's penis size, isn't she? She doesn't seem too shy about discussing sex with you." "And what would she say about me looking at Dad, and him looking at me?" Cassie argued. "She would probably tell you the truth -- that it is perfectly normal for young girls to be fascinated by their fathers, and that there is no harm in it as long as neither of you acts on their natural curiosity." "Hmm. Maybe. Maybe you're right. But I have kinda thought for a while that they were having problems. They don't seem like they used to be. I'm sure they're not having sex as regularly as they used to. Mom might go nuts with jealousy." At this point, Kim terminated the conversation, saying it was time to go get ready for dinner. So they went to their cabins and changed. ******* By the time dinner rolled around, a number of loose ends had been resolved. First, Betsy talked to Kim and explained Jason's behavior. Kim accepted the explanation, and Jason's heartfelt apology, and eagerly agreed to move to Cassie's cabin. Betsy also talked to Brenda and told her of the problem and the new cabin assignments. Jason talked to Brenda alone and told her of his fear of discovery, and she reluctantly agreed to refrain from being with him for the remainder of the cruise. Brenda reminded him, however, that she was going to come looking for his big cock when they got back to Jacksonville. Also, Tony, who had been falling-down drunk for the whole time, called Betsy and told her that he had made arrangements to get off the ship at Jamaica and fly home from there. Kim was delighted. Even Paul Lancaster was enthusiastic at dinner when he heard the news. Paul ordered a bottle of wine and they all joined in a toast to the soon-to-be-departed asshole Tony. One bottle didn't go very far, less than a glass each, but it was the thought that mattered. In fact, Paul Lancaster (Brenda's husband and Cassie's father) was in a really good mood at dinner. He had spent most of the day working and had landed a big new contract for he and Jack. The schedule for the evening was similar to what they had been doing. Dinner at 6; Kim, Cassie and Jason visiting the disco until about 9 PM, when they would join the adults for the evening show; and then dancing afterward. The only change was Brenda and Betsy announced they were going to try their luck later in the ship's huge casino (the truth was neither wanted to make a scene with Jason like they had the previous night). So Kim, Cassie and Jason figured they would probably head back up to the disco later. The kids rejoined their parents in the Ballroom as planned and endured the show. The group was sitting in a semi-circular booth. Paul was on one end, Cassie next to him, then Kim, Jason, Betsy, and Brenda on the other end, facing her husband. Paul ordered another bottle of white wine. One bottle is not a lot of wine for six people, but Brenda was drinking cocktails, Jason was sticking to cokes, and Kim preferred beer. So, that left only Betsy (who was a light drinker, anyway), Paul, and Cassie to drink the wine. Brenda cautioned her daughter not to drink too much, but Paul said she was a young woman now, and besides she was with her family on vacation. It wasn't like they had to worry about her being too drunk to drive home, it was just a short walk. Betsy nursed one glass of wine for the entire hour of the show, and Paul and Cassie drank the rest. Kim was watching closely and estimated that Paul had drunk two glasses and Cassie had consumed 2 to 3. Cassie spent the entire time regaling her father with childish tales of shopping conquests, teenage fashion trends, and a bunch of other drivel. But Paul listened intently, and for the first time on the cruise, seemed to be having a great time. When the dancing started, Brenda announced that she and Betsy were each going to have one dance with their "Main Man," Jason, and then they were off for the casino. Brenda danced with Jason first, holding him close, but not embarrassingly so. They chatted amiably with her crotch snug against his massive hardon, but nothing that occurred would draw any attention to them. They told each other quietly how good their bodies felt, and then finished the dance and returned to the table. Then it was Betsy's turn to dance with her son. Their dance was a carbon-copy of the dance with Brenda. Close, warm, discreetly erotic, but nothing to draw attention. They returned to the table and then Brenda and Betsy left for the casino. While Jason was dancing with the two women, Paul, Kim and Cassie sipped their drinks and talked. Again, Cassie did most of the talking, babbling about silly things. But she was cute, and having a wonderful time, so Kim and Paul just let her babble. Soon after Jason reclaimed his seat next to Kim, Kim asked him to dance with her. Not to be outdone, Cassie insisted that her father dance with her. Kim and Jason danced some distance apart, talking playfully like they always did. They were happy to be reunited as best friends after the upsetting situation last night, and they were really enjoying each others company. Cassie, however, was another story. Cassie was drunk. She leaned heavily on her father walking out to the dance floor, and did little more than to hang on him while they shuffled around slowly. Unable to get comfortable (or stable), Cassie eventually put both of her arms around her father's neck and just clung to him. Her head was on his chest, and she was still babbling away as they danced. Not having a hand to hold, Paul put both of his hands around Cassie's waist, drawing her tightly against his body. Paul wasn't really trying to hug Cassie, he was just trying to hold her up. As the orchestra played one slow song after another, the two couples were lost in the large mass of people on the dance floor. Kim eventually snuggled in closer to Jason, as they stopped chatting and just enjoyed the soft swaying of the dance. Jason got another hardon and Kim easily felt it against her body. (Wow! Maybe he really does have a big cock, she thought.) She didn't retreat from it; instead, she moved closer to Jason and told him how good he felt. Jason was enjoying the feeling, too; he loved the feel of Kim's big breasts squeezing against his chest. Jason complimented Kim on her breasts and Kim told Jason he had a "nice package." They both laughed and continued to dance. As he continued to dance with his young daughter, Paul was delighting in the feel of her lithe little body against his. He felt a hardon rising in his pants, but there was nothing he could do about it. When Cassie felt Paul's cock rising (which was almost immediately because her body was almost glued to his), she giggled, "Oooo, Daddy!" Paul was embarrassed. "Sorry, pumpkin, I can't help it. It's just one of those things that happen to us guys." Cassie pressed her body closer to her father and asked, "Daddy, did I do that to you? Did I make you excited?" "Of course you did, honey. I'm sorry. Maybe we should sit down." "No, Daddy! I love it! It's very exciting to see that I affect you that way. And it feels wonderful." Cassie gently rubbed her virgin crotch against her father's now- raging hardon to emphasize the point. "I love it too, honey, but if we get carried away, people will start to notice. That would not be good." "Oh, I know -- I've had so many damn lectures about this kind of stuff lately, I'm really tired of hearing it! Why can't I just enjoy something!? It's not fair! Nobody wants to let me do anything, nobody wants to teach me anything, nobody will answer any questions for me! All they do is say, `Don't do this. Don't do that.' I'm sick of being treated like a little kid!" Paul could see that his precious daughter was really upset, but was glad she was confiding in him. He was also glad she was whispering quietly, despite her obvious aggravation, so that others around them wouldn't hear. He wanted to hold her very much; her tight little body was driving him crazy. But he didn't want to cause a scene. "Cass, honey. We can dance like this as long as you like. I love how your body feels against mine, and you are sure as hell not a little kid any more! You are a very beautiful young woman, a very sexy young woman. I would hold you like this forever. But we can't rub each other like you did, we can't lose control. "And, I don't know what you are talking about when you say no one will answer your questions, or teach you anything. I'll answer any question you have. I'll teach you anything I can. What are you talking about?" "Sex, Daddy. Sex," Cassie said emphatically. "I want to know about sex. I want to learn how to do it right. I want to learn how to enjoy it. I want to learn how to enjoy it safely. But no one will help me. All they do is tell me I'm just a little kid, and I'm not old enough for sex!" "Who, honey? Did your Mom tell you that?" Paul didn't think so; Brenda would have answered any question Cassie had, probably in copious detail. "No. Kimmy. She's a stuck-up pain in the ass!" "Cass, I'm sure Kim is just being cautious...for your own good. She's really not the person to ask, your mother is. Or me." "Okay, then. Can I ask you some questions?" "Uh, yeah...but what kind of questions?" "See!" Cassie was driving home her point now. She knew she had a tactical advantage. She also knew her father was getting more and more aroused as they danced and talked -- she could feel his cock continuing to rise and could also feel him pressing it forward against her body. "See, Dad? You don't want to answer my questions either!" "Sure I do honey. But, depending on the question, this may not be the proper time and place. If you want specific answers about sex, we need to be in a quiet, private place where you can ask anything you want...and I can give you honest, specific answers. If you want to know how to do some sex act, a crowded dance floor is not the place to find out!" "But, Daddy...could we go somewhere, then...and have a serious talk. I do want to ask a lot of questions...a lot of real specific questions. I understand what you are saying about this dance floor (although it feels wonderful to talk to you while you are holding me), but can we go somewhere else? Please, Daddy?" And Cassie gently pressed her nubile 15 year old body a little tighter against her father for emphasis. "Of course, honey. We can go out on deck and look for a quiet place, or we can go to my cabin, if you like." "Hmmm. Outside's no good. Too many people, too cold. Not good. And your cabin is better, but Mom might walk in right in the middle and interrupt everything. How `bout my cabin?" "That's fine, honey, but what about Kim? Isn't she staying with you now?" "Yes, but she and Jason will be out dancing for several hours. They haven't even left for the disco yet; they'll probably be out for 3-4 more hours." "Okay, sexpot! Your cabin it is! Let's tell Jason and Kim you had too much wine and you have a headache and are going to bed. Maybe we can find out from them how long they are going to be." That agreed, Paul helped Cassie back to the table. She was much more stable, now, but she still clung to him as they walked. Without any prompting, Kim proudly announced that the party was on! She said she and Jason were celebrating Tony's departure, and that they were planning to party all night long. They fully expected to close the disco at 4 AM. It was now only 11 PM, so Paul and Cassie would have plenty of "quality time!" Paul and Cassie made their apologies and said goodnight. They walked arm-in- arm out of the ballroom and to the elevator for the trip down one deck. They were the only ones in the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, Cassie threw her arms around her father, giving him a big hug and thanking him for being so wonderful. When they arrived at the cabin, Cassie let them in and turned the lights on low. She excused herself momentarily to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she wore only a knee length teeshirt that she usually slept in. Paul could clearly see the outline of her budding young breasts through the shirt. "So, pumpkin! What are the burning issues on your mind?" Paul asked lightly. "Daddy, don't make fun of me. I'm serious." "Okay. Sorry, I was just trying to break the ice. I think we're both a little nervous." "Yes. How `bout some music?" Cassie turned on the radio without waiting for an answer. The radio was tuned to a rock station, so she scanned the dial until she came to a late-night easy listening station. "That's not your normal music, is it Cass?" Her father asked. "No, but it's nice. It's mellow and relaxing. And it's good to dance to, if you want to dance with me again..." Cassie wanted her father to take her in his strong arms again and hold her close. "Of course! I'd love to dance with you again!" Paul was afraid he would start drooling as he thought about the feeling of his nearly naked daughter dancing closely with him. Paul took Cassie in his arms and pulled her to him. Once again, her perfect little body molded itself to his, pressing closely. Cassie put her arms around his neck again and put her head on his shoulder as they swayed gently to the slow song. Immediately, Paul's cock began to swell, again eliciting an excited giggle and more pressure from Cassie. "Sorry, again honey." Paul apologized. "Well, I'm not, Dad!" Cassie replied. "Not if that means you are getting aroused again. It feels so wonderful against my stomach, Daddy. I feel so close to you...so loved...when you get like that." "You are loved, sweetheart. Very, very much." Paul replied quietly. Cassie lifted her head from her fathers chest and looked up at his handsome face. Kim was right, he was still a very nice looking man. She whispered softly, "Daddy...? Kiss me?" Paul reached down and kissed Cassie full on the lips. It was a gentle loving kiss at first, but then grew more intense. Without thinking, Paul slipped his tongue inside his daughters mouth, darting and probing. Cassie responded by opening her mouth and lashing his mouth with her tongue. (One thing Cassie was really good at was kissing!) Paul pulled her fragile body tightly against his, grabbing her buttocks with both hands and lifting her crotch up to meet his mighty hardon. Cassie didn't back away. Instead, she reached down with one hand and roughly stroked Paul's rigid cock through his pants. "Whoa! Not so hard, kitten!" Paul laughed. "How should I do it, Daddy. Tell me. Show me. Let me see it, Daddy...Please?" Paul frantically whipped off his shirt and dropped his slacks. He quickly pulled off his briefs, revealing a throbbing hardon. Cassie had never seen anything like it! She had never really seen a dick up close before, and certainly had never seen a hardon like this. It looked huge! When Cassie looked at her father, though, she started giggling. He looked so ludicrous! There he was in her cabin, wearing no shirt, still with his socks and shoes on, his slacks and briefs down around his ankles, with an enormous hardon staring expectantly up at her! "Wow, Daddy...I hope we don't have a fire drill -- you'll fall and break your neck!" Sheepishly, Paul laughed and removed his shoes, socks, slacks and briefs and piled them in an empty chair. Then he laughed and asked, "Okay, sexpot! Now I'm ready...where were we?" "Well, I think we were about here, Daddy..." Cassie said as she stepped forward, reached up and locked their mouths in another hot kiss and rudely grabbed Pails throbbing crank. Cassie knew that would hurt a little, but she was going to get some instruction out of her sexy father if she had to beat it out of him! "Ow! Easy, Cass!" Paul exclaimed. "Well, then tell me what you want, my big sexy stud!" Cassie taunted. "Well, first, there seems to be a little unfairness in the dress code here. I'm buck naked and you're still dressed." "Okay, Daddy. That's easily fixed!" And Cassie quickly lifted the big teeshirt over her head, revealing her completely naked, blossoming young body. "Oh God, Cassie! You are so beautiful!" Paul exclaimed. Cassie beamed. "Now what do you want me to do with your big cock, Daddy? You have to tell me. I'm a virgin, remember?" Paul told her to stroke his cock gently, moving slowly up and down the shaft. He directed them to a sitting position on the couch, and quietly whispered encouragement, instructions, and loving expressions as Cassie tenderly stroked his mighty hard on. Cassie saw her wonderful father staring at her budding breasts and felt a jolt of excitement knowing that he couldn't take his eyes off them. "You can touch them, Daddy. I'd love for you to touch them." Paul gently caressed first one breast, then the other. He stroked them slowly, noting that Cassie matched his stroking tempo on his cock. If he pressed harder, she squeezed a little tighter; if he stroked faster, so did she. "That's right, Cass. Stroke me just like I'm stroking your tits. Do you like that? It is okay?" "It's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt, Daddy!" "Okay, honey...just let me know if anything doesn't feel okay. If you get uncomfortable, I'll stop immediately," Paul said, praying that his exquisite 15 year old daughter wouldn't take him up on his promise. "It's wonderful, Daddy. You can do anything you want to me. Just don't get me pregnant," Cassie sighed. "And I'll do anything you ask me to do, Daddy. Anything." "Ha!" Paul laughed cheerily. "You don't have to worry about getting pregnant, pumpkin. I've had a vasectomy." "What's that, Daddy?" Paul went on to explain the operation severs the tubes which carry sperm to the penis, making it impossible for him to conceive a child. "You mean you can't cum, Daddy?" The disappointment was palpable in Cassie's voice. "Oh no, I can cum! There just isn't any sperm in my cum, so you can't get pregnant." Cassie was ecstatic! The one thing she was worried about was getting pregnant, and her Daddy could not possibly do that! What exciting news! Cass continued stroking her father's big cock. They explored each other with their hands and mouths, taking turns eagerly sucking each others nipples. "Daddy...how do I give you a blowjob?" Cassie finally asked innocently. Paul's eyes lit up! He eagerly gave her instructions to lick and suck his pulsating hardon. Cassie was excited beyond description as she felt her wonderful father's mighty dick throbbing on her tongue. It was not the most skillful blowjob Paul had ever had, but it was sure one of the most exciting. After only a few seconds, Paul felt a flash of excitement shoot through his loins, up through his raging cock! He had no time to really warn Cassie: "Watch out, baby! Cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!!!! Paul's cum shot out of his cock into Cassie's hot, passionate, but unsuspecting, mouth. She had no idea what to do. She gagged immediately, then coughed and spit. It was not a pretty picture! She expelled Paul's cum everywhere, her eyes wide with fear. "It's okay, baby...I'm sorry. I was so excited...I came so fast!" Paul apologized. Once Cassie regained her composure, she giggled with excitement. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't pretty, but she had given her first blowjob! And it had been no simple lick-suck foreplay deal -- it had been a real blowjob, with a lot of cum! She had done it! She was so excited and so happy! And so hopelessly in love with her wonderful, handsome, loving father. Cassie chattered excitedly to her father, sharing her ecstatic feelings at having made him cum. She was thrilled when he told her how exciting it was for him. She asked for his suggestions and they talked technically about some things that would enhance the experience next time. Cassie's heart leapt when she heard her precious father, her lover, talking about "next time." She glowed with love when he told her there would be one "next time" after another, after another, after another, as long as she wanted to continue. Cassie was so happy, she began to cry uncontrollably. Finally, Paul spoke: "But what about you, my sweet little cocksucking sexpot? What would you like?" Another jolt of passion roared through sweet Cassie as she heard her father call her a cocksucker! Oh, that she was!! And, by God, she was going to practice, and practice, and practice on her wonderful father until she became the World's Greatest Cocksucker. Because Cassie had learned that she really loved sucking cock! "What do you mean, my sexy lover?" Cassie teased. "Well, baby...one act of kindness deserves another, don't you think?" "Uh...I guess so, Daddy, but what are you talking about?" "Come here Cass." Her father directed Cassie to the bedroom, pulled back the sheets and motioned her to lay on the bed. Cassie's voice was suddenly trembling, "Are...are you...are you gonna fuck me, Daddy?" "Not now, sweetheart. Not until you decide you are good and ready. Right now, I'm going to do the same thing for you that you did for me. I'm going to eat your delicious, virgin pussy. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the ride." And with that Paul knelt down next to the bed and began eating his luscious virgin daughter. It was a tantalizingly slow, methodical licking. Cassie felt things, as her father's experienced tongue probed her very soul, that she never would have thought possible. On the one hand, she never wanted the moment to end; on the other, she became increasingly eager to cum. Paul whispered loving words, encouragement, and admonitions to be patient as Cassie's emotions completely overwhelmed her. When she could stand it no more, Paul stopped and moved upward, kissing and sucking her stomach and both aching breasts. Then, he patiently returned to her gushing pussy and began eagerly lapping her pulsating cunt. He went faster, and was doing more than licking now. He was sucking her pussy delightfully -- she could feel the suction deep inside, all the way to the cervix! Then, Cassie's wonderful father began urgently sucking her clitoris. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her eager pussy as hard as she could. Cassie felt a tidal wave of tingling build deep within her, rush to the surface and then explode in an enormous orgasm. She hung onto Paul's head, not wanting to release him, and he eagerly lapped her exhausted vagina, slowing slightly at first and then gradually bringing her down. Neither of them could breath for a couple of minutes. Finally, Paul asked playfully, "Well, my pretty little cocksucker...was that good for you?" But when he looked in Cassie's eyes, he saw that she was plainly in no mood for joking around. Cassie's eyes burned with a passion unlike anything Paul had ever seen. He could see both raw lust and a hint of fear in her eyes. She looked like a caged wolf -- scared, excited, hungry, dangerous. But when he saw the sweet smile on her face, Paul knew that his cute little apprentice cocksucking daughter was all right. "Ummmmm......" That was the only answer Cassie gave him. Then she stared hotly into his eyes, lustily, sluttily, urgently, and said simply, "I'm good and ready, now, Daddy. Fuck me." Paul didn't wait for a second invitation. He leapt on top of his precious daughter and eased his recharged cock gently into her sopping pussy. It went in easily because she was dilated from the intense cuntsucking. Paul softly told Cassie there would be a little pain as he pressed against her hymen. She said simply, "I know, Daddy. It's okay. Fuck me." Paul pressed past the hymen, waited for Cassie to recover from the momentary pain, and then began slowly sliding his big cock in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. Cassie again began to feel things she never thought possible. Different feelings from when Daddy was eating her pussy, but delightfully exciting things, nonetheless. Paul fucked his delicious little cocksucker missionary style for about 15 minutes before he accelerated the pace and brought himself to a roaring climax. Cassie squealed with delight as Paul's cum poured into her, relishing the sensation, and kissing her baby-fucking father passionately. Cassie looked deeply into her father's eyes and asked, "Daddy...are you absolutely positive I can't get pregnant?" "Yes, sweetheart...absolutely positive. If I thought there was any possible way, I would use protection. There's no way. It's medically impossible." Cassie's eyes glowed. "Good. Then, fuck me again!" Paul looked at the clock. It was 12:30 AM. Paul and Cassie fucked the night away, with Paul teaching his eager student several positions. Cassie's favorite was sitting on top of her father as he lay on his back, and pumping him hard. The last time they fucked, it was in that position, and they reached a simultaneous climax for the first time. It was wonderful! Cassie also gave her dad another blowjob, but by that time he was too exhausted to cum. But she was thrilled when he complimented her on her technique, saying truthfully that she was much better than the first try. Neither wanted the evening to end, but they knew it must. They eagerly made plans to spend most of the next day together. Paul had already planned to spend most of the day in Jamaica on the ship, working. Cassie and Kim had planned to spend the day at the beach with some kids from the disco. And Brenda, Betsy and Jason were off on another adventure -- to climb up some waterfall on another tour. The tour would not return until 5 PM. Cassie would claim a headache and leave the beach early and come to Paul's cabin. They would have plenty of time. So with one last passionate kiss, the two new lovers -- a loving, baby- fucking father and a no-longer-virgin 15 year old cocksucker -- said goodnight. At her father's insistence, Cassie cleaned both herself and the cabin up carefully and then went to bed. It was 3 AM when Cassie fell into the happiest, most contented sleep of her airheaded, hard-fucking, joyously-cocksucking little life. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+