The rays of the setting sun woke us up from the deep and satisfied slumber we had fallen into. It was a new - and wonderful - experience to wake up near my daughter, nude and beautiful as the day she was born. Between the warm climate and the frenzied lovemaking we had shared, we had generated a lot of sweat; but that couldn't obscure the musky odor of sex in the room, the evidence of our coupling. We watched as the rim of the sun touched the water, not saying anything but just enjoying the moment of intimacy.
I knew then that it could - would - never be the same with my daughter again. In place of my earlier lust was a wanton love, something that was as strong as any love two people might feel, and yet one that society would never approve of. I didn't want the day to end, and I didn't want the vacation to end - all I wanted was to have her next to me, this breathing flesh-and-blood Goddess who was to me everything in the whole world. The sex was amazing, its afterglow even more.
"Let's go outside," Sarah whispered into my ear. She started to get off the bed, but there was no way I was going to let those magnificent feet of hers touch the ground. With one hand under her knees and the other below the small of her back, I hefted her off the bed. The delicate frame once again surprised me with its flexibility and lightness, not to mention its smooth satiny touch. Sarah giggled as my fingers brushed against the undersides of her legs, tickling her. With that beautiful smile of hers, she placed a gentle peck on my lips.
The peck was like the million other she had given me - as a baby, as a preteen, as a teen, as an adult.. and now, as a lover. The gesture was just one of the many things people in a marriage take for granted, forgetting that it meant so much to them before they tied the knot. I wanted to kiss her back, but the sunset would be a rare occasion, lasting barely a minute, and I wanted to digest the orange glow in my daughter's arms.
I carried her to the hammock, getting on it with her still on my arms. Once the rocking stabilized, I let my hands relax their hold on Sarah's body. She seemed to melt right into me, purring softly as my hands lazily traced the side of her body. My dick was poking up between her legs, rubbing against her skin with the slightest rocking, and it was my turn to moan as she gently squeezed it between her thighs.
Sarah took my hand in hers, and placed it over her mouth. As we watched the sphere sink half the way down, she pressed my palm against her lips and kissed it. In return, I moved back a section of her hair and kissed the part of her shoulder that it had uncovered. There was no hurry in our caresses, only a sense of gentle affection and security.
We lay like that for sometime, cherishing the knowledge of belonging to each other, finally and unconditionally. Sarah moved our hands down in tune with the lowering sun, timing it so perfectly that the cup of my palms rested right over her nipples as the last of the glowing ember went down. I felt her heart thump against the walls of her breast, with a steady rhythm that seemed to signify happiness. I felt that same happiness within me; I had loved the most wonderful and unattainable woman for me on this planet, and that love had been returned just as selflessly.
And we still had an entire week ahead of us...
Having ensured that my hand was sufficiently firm on her breast, Sarah let her arms drop to the sides, in the manner of a bird taking its first leap of freedom. I brought my other hand up to join the one already on her breast, forming, I suppose, a top, for her naked body.
"Ooh, Daddy, that feels so good," she mewed as my hands started to knead her breasts together. The nipples, which had been temporarily subdued, started to flare up again, their size increasing as I held them. Sarah dropped her legs to the sides, so now only her torso, by virtue of being on top of mine, was actually on the hammock; her limbs hung limply off the sides of the net, a posture of total abandonment.
This also placed my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. I could feel the lips - wet, sweet lips - brush against the cock-head, drawing away the precum. I moved my hands over her chest, and pushed gently against her shoulder downwards, onto my cock. Her back slid over my chest, the latter's hair crinkling sharply as further skin passed over it.
I felt Sarah shudder as the head went in, parting the pink lips when it intruded. She closed her eyes and allowed my hands to push her further downwards until the entire length of my cock was buried to the hilt inside her. Once again, that wonderful sensation of oneness pervaded the atmosphere, and we stayed like that, neither of us moving. Our thirst for sex had passed into an infinitesimally small quantity; the liberties that were being opened up capture our interest.
For over five minutes we remained like that, me inside her, without any movement at all. We watched as the last remaining light went down and, almost simultaneously, the lights of the hotel were turned on. My right hand found hers, and we held each other, communicating more with gestures and touches than words.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Sarah said at length.
"Yes, the most beautiful..."
Sarah turned and looked at me with those sea-blue eyes of hers, matching my gaze with one of her own. She realized I had been talking about her and a smile adorned that face again. God, I love that smile! "I was talking of the scenery, Daddy," she pointed out. Her eyes remained on me though, a mixture of amusement and adoration in them.
I let my left hand trace the rise and fall of a breast. "What a coincidence! So was I!"
Her clear laugh rang out again. "Oh, Daddy, you are so incorrigible! We come to this island, and all you've got eyes for is 'little ole me'?"
"Well, darling, you were the one who complained that I wasn't paying you enough attention; now you say that I pay too much attention. Women! Always the same indecisive creatures... Sheesh!"
"I never expected you to go ga-ga over me -"
"Like I did! But face it, girl, your old man's getting crazy about you, and he is going to make sure this week is going to be the most memorable week in your life."
"It already is, Daddy, but if you want to try, I won't stop you!"
Our mouths touched, our tongues hitting against each other on the way out. Her face was turned at a right angle as regards the rest of her upper body, and we kissed passionately like that for some time. Panting, we finally pulled apart, not wanting to but having to. Once again we kissed, this time with me craning my neck forward so that she wouldn't have to turn so much. We tossed saliva back and forth until it dissolved in our mouths, and then generated some more saliva for our little game.
Gasps filled the air when we parted again, but hers quickly turned from gasps for breath to grasps of pleasure when I placed my teeth on her neck, slowly tightening my hold as I started to nibble on the skin. My tongue sneaked out between the teeth and got in a few samples of its own of the sweet neck of my daughter. Sarah's moans got louder and louder until I feared someone was going to hear the cries and mistakenly come rushing.
In the meantime, my hard member had forced its way further up her pussy. I could feel her liquids drenching the base of my cock, while the muscles within clenched and released with a slow rhythm. My teeth explored her nape, my tongue lolling all over the back of her neck, and Sarah started to cum. As her body shook with the intensity of the orgasm, my cock went even deeper into her sheath. The hammock was starting to tilt, but we hardly noticed it as we made love again.
Father and daughter, making love once again...
This time, though, I managed to hold on for just a few minutes before I came, filling her up with the same stuff that once made her. I hadn't bothered to find out if she was on protection, but the possibility that I could knock her up made me even more excited, and with limited exaggeration, I can state that I dumped a whole mugful of sperm inside her cunt. She milked me for all she was worth, draining the last drop from my body and drawing it into hers. Thankfully, the hammock did not tip over - and when the action ended, with her last jerk, we just held each other and watched the stars rise.
We lay like that for around half-an-hour, when a grumbling in my stomach reminded me that we hadn't had anything to eat since lunch.
Not quite, I reminded myself, we ate each other.
Due to the position of intimacy that we were in, Sarah could feel the growl as clearly as I did, and she made half an attempt to turn around, ending up lying on top of me sideways. "Hungry, honey?"
I gave a squeeze to her tit, earning a giggle from her.
"Keep that up, and we will never find enough time to eat. Naughty Daddy... shall I call for dinner, or would you rather build up a bigger appetite?"
I gave another squeeze to her tittie and she moaned. There was another distinct growl, this time from her stomach. I shook my head ruefully. Dinner was next. "I guess that answers your question."
Her comment reflected my reluctant acceptance of the inevitable. "I'll call room service. Want to come along? We could also call Mom and Eddie." Slowly, she slid off me, my cock sliding out of her (it had stayed inside her all this time!) with an audible sound of dripping liquids. I watched in unmasked admiration as she placed her feet on the floor, the globes on her chest vibrating due to the impact. Sarah saw my admiring appraisal of her body, and grinned back at me.
"Oh, oh, Poppa Bear is getting that look in his eyes... Momma bear better get out of here." But she seemed to have no intention of moving.
I pulled myself to my feet, noticing the somewhat disappointed expression on her face - I guess she figured I would give in to the temptation again. As much as I wanted to, I knew I had to get these mundane things out of the way so that I could make love to her for as much as four uninterrupted hours. I had never lasted beyond that time frame.
As I had carried her outside, I carried her back inside, putting her down with a soft thump on the bed. The telephone was right beside her, and she lost no time in making the call. I let her decide the course of the dinner, and made sure she ordered a bottle of the finest champagne available.
Then she placed an overseas call to her husband.
"Hi Becky," she greeted her husband's mistress brightly. A few hours ago, I would have probably found it revolting - the concept of a girl being okay with her husband's affairs, that girl being my daughter - but since I was more or less in the same ship, having spent the entire day making love to her, I was in no position to judge my son-in-law's morals. In fact, I wanted to thank him, for if it hadn't been for his affair, Sarah and I might never have bonded as we had. Sarah threw an amused expression at me and I remembered her prophecy that Becky would probably be there with Eddie. "Whatcha doing? No, wait. Don't tell me, I think I already know."
The earpiece made some squeaking noises, and my daughter blushed. "Yeah, he is here, right beside me. And yes, he is naked, and we have been making love since we arrived... God, Rebacca, I don't ask you how you do it with my husband, do you?"
