Dad and Daughter Vacation

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This is the third chapter of a series. This is a slow-burn story, with some build up, and plenty of sexual moments along the way. Please read Chapter 1 in the series first to follow the progression.

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Dad & Daughter Vacation

Chapter 3

It was barely 10am when we sat down for breakfast.

Everything felt surreal. Less than an hour ago, I had released what felt like a gallon of cum into my awaiting daughter's mouth. I'd watched it cover her face, dripping off her eyelids, and then, stared in disbelief as she swallowed.

Now, we sat next to each other, ready to eat breakfast... like... nothing. At least, that's how it felt. Amy seemed completely unfazed.

But me? My head was spinning.

Amy leaned against me as she scrolled through her phone. I absentmindedly rubbed her shoulder, enjoying the warmth of her skin through the thin material of her cardigan. I was still trying to come to terms with the events of that morning. Of the last 24 hours, really.

In that short amount of time, we had undergone a metamorphosis. From parent to lover. From daughter to sexual being. We had crossed a lot of lines. What started as light touching, turned into groping and kissing. I had penetrated her with my fingers and then tasted her on them. But the memory of my daughter kneeling on the bed, her perfect ass framed by a thong as she bent over salivating over my manhood, sucking, stroking, and begging for her father to cum on her face, was arguably the best -- and worst -- we had done so far.

We had crossed a lot of lines. And Amy had nearly coaxed me into crossing the ultimate line. Especially as she sat on my lap, grinding on me. God knows I wanted to... and I was close to giving in. I had surprised myself when I pushed her away.

That was a line I couldn't bring myself to cross. Not yet anyway... maybe not ever. The unspeakable line. Intellectually, I knew the distinction I was making was ridiculous. We had already crossed boundaries we shouldn't have even thought about. But, somehow, I could rationalize walking all of that back. Our relationship, in my feeble imagination, could carry on as a normal father and daughter even with all the other things we had done. But... sex? With my daughter?

I allowed myself to imagine fucking her for a split second... a shiver ran down my spine. Amy looked up at me, smiling. She stretched her neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You okay, Dad?" she asked lovingly.

Her voice brought me back. "Uh... yeah honey," I looked down at her and weakly smiled back. I had a lot of feelings in that moment. A lot of conflicting feelings. Love, anxiety, fear, a desire to rip off her clothes, and another desire to hug her and protect her. But one feeling I didn't have, was regret.

"I want to get our drink orders in and hit the buffet," Amy said impatiently. She sat up and looked around, managing to get one of the busy waitresses' attention. As the she walked towards us, Amy scooted closer to me. My arm was still draped over her shoulder.

"Hi there, I'll take your drink orders. You can go up to the buffet when you're ready." I wondered if she knew that Amy was my daughter. Could she tell we had engaged in terrible incestuous acts? I expected her to be outraged and yell at me -- telling me how disgusted she was and how I should be ashamed of myself. I imagined the feeling of shrinking down in the seat, pushing Amy away out of embarrassment and fear.

But the reprimand never came. Neither did the embarrassment. As wrong as I knew all of this was, it didn't feel

wrong

. Weird, maybe. But not wrong.

"I'll have a coffee and grapefruit juice, please," Amy said in her most polite voice.

"And you?" the waitress asked unimpressed.

"Uh... I'll just have coffee please." She scribbled onto her little notebook, never bothering to look up. "Black," I added. One more scribble.

As soon as the waitress left, Amy scooted out and we headed to the buffet. It was one of the larger dining halls, and we were in the thick of the morning rush. Amy peeled off to one of the ready-made food stations, while I waited in line to order an omelette.

Eventually I made my way back to our table. Amy was already there, eating a bowl of cereal, her head buried in her phone. I watched as she shifted her body and propped her foot up onto the seat, tucking her knee under her arm, before digging her spoon back into the bowl. I smiled. At 18, she was still a teenager.

But the things we had done that morning, and even last night at the bar, were not kid things.

I sat down across from her, and shook my head in disbelief. Amy looked up from her phone and flashed me a smile. "Is that all your gonna eat?" I asked. "That's like, the most expensive bowl of cereal on earth right now!" Of course I was joking, but I did hope she would at least eat something more substantial.

She laughed and shrugged, returning her attention back to her phone and cereal.

I focused on my own plate. I debated whether I should tell Amy about my encounter with Katie at the gym. I wondered how she would react. I wondered if she would be angry that I had flirted with Katie. I was angry with myself. I felt like somehow, what I had done was tantamount to cheating. Could a father cheat on his daughter?

As if she knew what I was thinking, Amy interrupted my thoughts. "So, are we... okay?"

"What do you mean, honey?"

"Well, things kind of escalated this morning." She looked at me lovingly. "I guess I just wanted to make sure we were okay."

"Of course, Ames."

"Good, because I really want us to be okay... " she hesitated. "Since you got to go to the gym this morning, Is it okay if I go to a yoga class?"

I put down my mug. I felt a slight pang of disappointment. Did she want to be alone? The whole point of this trip was to be together. I didn't want to seem needy, but I think my face had given me away. "Don't worry," She quickly added. "I should be done before noon, and we can spend the whole afternoon at the pool!"

"Yeah, of course honey! I mean, you should definitely do that!" I hoped I sounded genuine.

"Okay, cool. Thanks." She took another bite of her cereal. "So... how's the gym here?"

I almost choked. Should I tell her? "Uh... it's nice. Yeah."

"Maybe I'll join you tomorrow. I could use a good workout."

I couldn't tell if that was innuendo or genuine. Either way, I suddenly imagined myself spotting Amy the way I had Katie, and I started to get aroused. "Yeah, that would be...fun!"

"Was it pretty empty? I mean, you went really early."

"Uh... yeah... it was nice. Kind of had the place to myself... well, almost."

"Oh?" Amy seemed curious.

"Yeah, only a couple of people... it

was

pretty early, like you said."

"Well, I saw there's a golf simulator on the ship," Amy said handing me her phone. I was grateful that she changed the subject.

"Cool," I said as I scrolled through the page and reviewed the description. "That actually looks like fun."

"Why don't we meet back at the room in an hour?" Amy stood up and moved around the table towards me. Her leggings seemed painted onto her muscular thighs and wrapped around the perfect orbs of her ass. I worried that I was objectifying her too much. But dressed like this, how could I not? Yes, she was my daughter, but she was also a sexy 18 year old woman, a fact that was undeniable even to me. Amy leaned over my shoulder and gave me a hug from behind.

Amy turned her head, kissed my cheek, and whispered into my ear: "I can't wait to see you after..." and then, as if toying with me, she added in a hushed voice "...yoga always makes me horny, daddy."

She let that last word hang in the air. My whole body reacted. Every tiny hair on my neck perked up, and my heart raced. Amy ran her hand along the back of my neck. I looked around quickly. Had anyone else heard that!? I faced Amy and gave her an incredulous look. Her face remained close to mine. She just smiled, and pressed her lips onto mine. It was a quick kiss. A peck, really.

Amy turned and walked away, leaving me alone at the table.

The simulator turned out to be a lot of fun. The session included time with a golf pro that helped me work on my swing, and gave me some tips I was excited to include in my next round. I hadn't really done anything for myself in a long time, and this turned out to be a gift in a lot of ways. I wondered if this was part of what Amy had meant when she said she knew what I needed. Maybe it wasn't

just

sexual? After a little over an hour, my phone pinged. It was a message from Amy.

"All done with yoga, I'll wait for you in our room! <3"

I quickly wrapped things up, and made my way back to the room. As much as I enjoyed my time alone, I was anxious to be reunited with Amy. As I reached the room, it occurred to me that the last time I was in this situation, I had found Amy masturbating in our bed.

I'll admit that I was at least a little relieved, if not disappointed, to find Amy still dressed in her yoga outfit, sitting on the balcony when I entered the room.

As soon as she saw me, Amy jumped up and headed towards me. The pink tank top from earlier was stretched tighter across her breasts, and seemed to displayed more cleavage. The cardigan was gone, discarded on the bed. She seemed to exaggerate the sway of her hips. Amy wrapped her arms around me and stretched up onto her toes, giving me a kiss on the lips. "It's about time," she exclaimed with a laugh. "I was worried you had left me for the golf pro!"

I looked down and smiled as I stared into her bright blue eyes. "He wasn't really my type."

"Oh?" Amy said raising her eyebrows. "Tell me then, daddy... what is 'your type'".

I took a deep breath and leaned back, as if taking a moment to think carefully about my answer. Amy held onto my torso and gave me a squeeze.

"Older," I said, trying to hold a straight face, "with a beer belly, and a mustache!"

Amy squeezed harder, holding me against her body, trying to press her breasts against my chest. "Daaaaaadddddy!"

We both laughed. I reached down and kissed her forehead. Amy tilted her head up and stared at me, as if she was waiting for me to do something. I didn't say anything, but I leaned down and kissed her lips. I could taste sweat and coffee and cereal on her breath. I didn't care. Our tongues danced as we explored each other's mouths. My hands moved down to cup her perfect ass.

Amy Moaned into my mouth. She ground her hips against me, pressing herself against my leg. She reached down and found my dick, rubbing it with her hand, coaxing it to life -- not that it needed much coaxing. I was so hard for her. For my daughter. Her touch was electrifying. It made my heart race and gave me a surge of adrenaline. It wasn't just the taboo of my daughter's touch, it was the fact that this beautiful creature was both my daughter

and

my secret lover.

I groaned as she pressed against my cock. "Dad," she whispered in between kisses, "I want to taste you again..."

"Honey, why don't you let me make

you

feel good this time?" I offered.

"Oh dad... you always make me feel good!" she responded with a smile. The way her eyes looked when she said that made my heart melt... and my dick twitch at the same time. "Besides, I'm sweaty and gross... and your cock is so delicious." She kissed me again and then moved down onto her knees.

Her hair was already in a pony tail, but she tightened it and pulled it up higher. "I told you yoga makes me horny, Dad!" Amy pulled out my cock and began to lick the underside of my shaft, holding it up and pumping it with her hand from tip to base, spreading her saliva along the full length.

"OH fuck Ames," I groaned.

I reached down and caressed her face, feeling the indentation of her cheeks as she sucked on her father's cock. "Jeezus... " I moaned "Oh my God you make me feel so good baby girl."

Amy just moaned as she continued to slurp and suck on my shaft. I placed my hand on the top of her head, coiling her pony tail around my fist and gently guiding her as her head bobbed back and forth.

I was getting so close at this point, and I knew I couldn't hold back. "Fuck Amy, you're going to make me cum!" I yelled out.

Amy pulled her head back and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and flicking it along the tip of the opening of my penis. This sent shockwaves of pleasure like electricity into my very soul. "Oh my go......" I managed to growl.

"Yes daddy," Amy whispered loudly. "Give me your cum, daddy! Make me your little cum slut!"

With that, I released my load onto my daughters tongue and into her mouth. Amy pointed my dick directly towards the back of her throat as she pumped squirts of her dad's thick white cum out of my dick. She pressed her head forward and sucked on my dick for another minute until I was completely spent and it began to hurt a little. My hand still held a firm grip on her hair, and I used that to pull her head back.

"Holy fucking shit Amy!" I panted. My legs were weak and I landed on the bed. "I don't want to know where you learned to do that."

Amy smiled, opening her mouth to show me that she had, indeed, swallowed another load of her dad's cum. And then headed to the bathroom.

I fell back and relished in the feeling for a bit, while Amy finished getting herself ready.

I must have fallen asleep, because before I knew it, Amy was standing over me and telling me we should head down to the pool.

She had changed into a new outfit. It was a coverup that did little to actually cover anything. It was a netting material that came down to mid thigh, and showed off a bright orange bikini underneath. The top was actually more modest than yesterday's, but still barely held her breasts in place as she bounced around the room. The bottoms looked small, but I could't tell from the angle as she approached me, whether it was a thong or not.

I sat up on the bed, and as soon as she stood close enough, I reached for her and grabbed her by the waist. I pulled her close to me so she was standing between my knees. I planted kisses on her chest in between her breasts, and felt my way down to her ass. Not quite a thong, but definitely a lot of skin showing, I thought to myself.

"Well, let's not waste any more time then." I let Amy go, and moved to get my bathing suit out of one of the drawers. "Give me a minute to change and we'll get out of here."

I went into the bathroom and quickly changed. It seemed silly, given that we had both seen each other naked at this point. But it felt strange to just drop my clothes in front of my daughter to change.

Once we had our things sorted out, we headed up to the main pool deck. Because of our late start, there were no loungers available. One of the deck crew saw us looking, and came over. "I'm sorry sir, but we don't have any more loungers available. Would you and your lovely companion like to see one of our exclusive 'couple's cabanas'?" As it turned out, couples cabanas were, in fact, exclusive. So exclusive, they cost $350 a day. At first, I was upset. But Amy, in her infinite wisdom, calmed me down.

It was actually better than I had expected. The cabanas were made of a light canvas material that let the ocean breeze through, while providing a heightened level of privacy. The entryway had two canvas flaps that were pulled open. Instead of plastic loungers, there was a large, round chaise with a very comfortable cushion. But the best part was, the cabanas had access to a private hot tub.

I signed the tablet and tapped the room key and the young man led us to our cabana. I laid back onto the lounger, just as Amy laid back onto me. We stayed like that for a while, holding Amy close to me as she touched and caressed my arms and chest. Between the ocean air, the long morning, and the rocking of the boat, we both ended up falling asleep for a short, but very refreshing nap.

When I woke up, I noticed that Amy was already awake. "How long was I out for?" I asked.

Amy giggled. "A while daddy... I even heard you snoring a little bit."

"I'm sorry," I let go of Amy and stretched my arms, taking in a deep breath of warm ocean air as I yawned. "That was the most relaxing nap I've had in a long, long time!"

"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you, daddy." She whispered and then kissed me on the lips.

"Well, should we at least check out this private hot tub? I mean, we did pay for it!" I said half joking.

"Sounds fun!" Amy pulled away from me and reached out to help me up. Then she pulled her coverup over her head and reached out for my hand. We walked to the hot tub together.

The hot tub was in fact, private. But not exclusive to us. Luckily, there was only one other couple in there, and they seemed annoyed that we were intruding on them. I did my best to seem cordial.

"Hi there," I tried to sound cheery, "mind if we join you?"

The woman seemed to be slightly annoyed at us, but the gentleman was a bit warmer. "Of course!" he said.

I looked at Amy. I was sure their reactions reflected the fact that a man of my age was with a young, hot, piece of ass. If only they knew, I thought to myself. I knew Amy was thinking the same thing. She made a show of entering the hot tub slowly. The older woman was not pleased, especially when we both noticed that her husband was paying extra attention to Amy's ass.

"Harold!" the older woman said, "we're getting out of here this instant!"

"Yes dear," Harold responded half-heartedly. Harold's wife stood up and slowly climbed the stairs out of the hot tub. Harold didn't help her out, and didn't seem to be in any rush, but his wife reminded him he had a heart condition and spending too much time in the hot tub was dangerous.

Amy leaned towards me and reached for my leg, grabbing my cock and squeezing it. "That's not the only thing in here that's dangerous!" she whispered laughing out loud.

Harold's wife clearly thought it was a joke at her expense and scowled at us. "Harold!" she yelled louder. Harold sheepishly stepped out of the hot tub, and suddenly, we were all alone.

Amy waited about three minutes before straddling me in the hot tub. I laughed and smiled at her, reaching down to grab a handful of her ass in each hand, lifting her up and encouraging her to wrap her legs around my torso. As I lifted, she repositioned her arms around my neck and leaned in, tilting her head to the side. We kissed. Deeply and slowly. Our tongues dancing and flicking against each other. I kneaded the firm, yet soft flesh of her butt, grazing her pussy every now and then with my finger tips.

We weren't completely oblivious to the world around us. Every now and then, I would glance around to see if any of the other guests or attendants were nearby. When someone would pass, we would just hug each other or find a topic to absentmindedly talk about, until they left. Meanwhile, under the bubbles and water, Amy was grinding her pussy against my extremely hard cock.

After a few minutes, we were both panting. Amy rolled her pelvis against my hips, and I pulled her hard against my abs, pressing her clit against my pubic bone. Amy broke away from kissing me and leaned her head back slightly. "Oh fuck, dad!" she whispered.

I kissed her neck and shushed her -- both to keep her calm, but also to keep her from being so loud that we would get kicked out!

"Dad," she said in between short labored breaths, "I'm going.... to... cum... please... don't... stop!"

"I won't baby girl... I won't. Cum for me. Cum for daddy." I whispered into her ear in my deepest, quietest voice.