Sarahs Tale Ch 07 Wedding

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

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Sarah looked in the mirror aboard the cabin of her father's boat. Her skin was tanned, hair a mess. She looked like I'd been on the beach all summer, but most of her tan lines came from the many hikes, runs and swims she'd enjoyed since graduating. She was wearing her favorite bikini, a tiny white thong and a small matching top, both with a bold blue lining that drew the eye. Not that anyone in their right mind would need a reason to stare at the young blonde woman's idyllic body.

Sarah had the kind of looks and figure that could easily grace a magazine cover or win a swimsuit modeling competition, and her own innate confidence made her even more eye-catching. She'd had plenty of eyes on her throughout the summer. The sensation was one she was quite accustomed to, but only one set of eyes truly mattered to her.

"Hey Dad, can you help me put this on?" Sarah called out to her father. "I can't reach my back."

Her father looked down from the boat's navigation controls and smiled.

"You just want an excuse to get your old man to ogle your body," he teased her.

Sarah laughed and twirled for her father, her hands moving up and down her body, caressing her curves.

"Like I need an excuse for that."

Sarah scanned the room as her father came down from the controls, watching the way his shorts hung loosely around his waist, revealing the sizable bulge of his cock and balls. He was a handsome, well-built man in his forties, and the fact that he was a former soldier made his attractiveness seem even more intimidating. Sarah's mother had often said that her father could have had his pick of women, and he chose her. She often said this in a joking tone, but Sarah understood the sentiment.

"How are you still single?" her father asked jokily as he approached her.

"I don't know," she teased back, looking at his crotch and licking her lips. "Laws and societal norms?"

Her father grinned. "Oh, I think you'd be surprised how easy it is to get away with things if you really want to."

He reached out and touched his daughter's hip, running his fingers up and down the smooth skin on the side of her body. His hands trailed down to the swell of her ass and cupped her cheeks as he pulled her into his body for a kiss.

"Dad," Sarah moaned, her tongue playing against his.

"Sarah," he murmured. "My beautiful, sexy girl."

"You're distracting me from putting on sunscreen."

"It's hard not to."

"Dirty old man."

They laughed and broke the kiss, her father squeezing his daughter's ass.

"Come here."

Evan guided her into a small cabin off the main room that served as a galley and living room. The cabin was a tight fit, but there was enough room for a queen size bed with a view out to the water.

"Take your top off," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

The sound of his voice made things happen inside her that she couldn't explain. Sarah smiled and did as she was told, pulling her bikini top off and tossing it on the bed lazily. One by one, her large teardrop breasts fell into her father's hands, and Sarah smiled at the sensation. It had been several years since he first touched them, but it never got old. He groped them, squeezing and massaging them until her nipples began to harden and stick out tantalizingly.

"You're so beautiful baby," he murmured, leaning down and taking her left nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck," Sarah whispered, arching her back and pushing her tits against her father's face. "I love the way you suck on them Daddy."

Her father moved his mouth lustily between her breasts, kissing and licking his way across her skin. His mouth was warm and wet and the feeling of him lavish her skin with his tongue sent shivers through her body towards her groin. Sarah moaned and pressed her hips forward, grinding her pussy against the stiffened lump of her father's cock under his swimsuit bottoms.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked, looking up at her, his eyes filled with lust.

"Well, I did want someone to help me put on some sunscreen, but that someone keeps distracting me!" Sarah pouted, covering her breasts briefly before letting Evan back at them.

She reached down and wrapped her arms around her father's neck. She leaned in and kissed him softly, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Her father moaned and returned the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. They were joined this way for over a minute, but it felt like seconds to Sarah.

"Now that you mention it though, there is something else I want. Something that we've been doing all summer and never get enough of."

"Mmm, and what is that?"

"I want my Daddy's cock."

Her father moaned and pressed his hips forward, grinding the tip of himself against her pussy in the most tantalizing way. Sarah could feel her folds parting eagerly to welcome him if not for her swimsuit bottoms.

"And where do you want me to put it?"

"Inside me," Sarah murmured. "Please, I want you to fuck me. I need it."

Evan groaned and leaned forward, his hands moving down to her ass. He showcased his prodigious strength by pulling her close and squeezing her cheeks, his fingers digging into her plump tanned flesh. He was holding her now, and she wrapped her legs around his torso as he lifted her up. His hands slipped under the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms and moved them aside. Her most private place was open to her father as he laid her down on the ship's bed.

"I promise, I will fuck you, but first I'm going to have to eat you out," he growled. The timbre of his baritone made chills run from the nape of her neck to her asshole.

"Oh god, fuck yes."

Sarah lay back on the bed and eagerly spread her legs, revealing her neatly trimmed, pale blonde bush. Her father knelt between them and began to lick and kiss her inner thighs, working his way towards her most sensitive place. His tongue flicked out and traced a path over her mound, each darting stroke causing her to moan and shudder with each glistening contact. Her pussy was already wet and her clit was beginning to throb. The tension he was building in her was immense already.

"I love the taste of your body," her father growled, his voice muffled as he pressed his mouth to her cunt. "I wanted to get a taste of you before all those chemicals drown it out."

"Chemicals?"

"From the sunscreen."

"Oh. Smart. I love you Dad. Oh, fuck Dad please keep licking me like that."

"That's it, baby. Let go. Let me make you feel good. Just let go and let me do it all."

Sarah let her head fall back and moaned loudly. Her body was on fire, her skin tingling and her muscles tensing as her father's tongue worked its way up and into her. She was so close, and his tongue felt so good everywhere it went.

"Fuck," she gasped. "You're going to make me come!"

"Do it, baby. Come for me."

"Yes, yes! Yes!"

Sarah's whole body tensed up, her legs clamping down on her father's head. Her body trembled and her pussy gushed with her juices, covering his face in her orgasm. Evan drank from her, lapping up her fluids and licking her clean.

"God, you're delicious," he growled.

"Mmm," Sarah moaned, her body still shaking from the intensity of her climax. "I love the way you're so damn good at that."

"Good, because we're not done yet."

Her father rose up from between her legs and moved up on the bed, hovering his torso over hers. His abdominal muscles were tense and flexed as he held himself above her. Sarah giggled and reached out a finger to run across his muscles, letting her hand wander until it reached the waistband of his shorts and tugged, pulling them down and releasing his huge, rock-hard cock. Her hand immediately wrapped around his shaft and guided it between her legs.

"Dad?" she whispered, her eyes pleading as she waited desperately for him to thrust into her.

"Patience," he replied, his voice low and deep.

Her father teased her, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit, spreading her juices all over his shaft. Sarah bit her lip and tried to hold back a whimper. She gathered her breasts up with her hands and pushed them together while rubbing her nipples.

"Please, Dad," she moaned. "Please fuck me. Please put your cock in me."

"You really want your Dad's cock that bad? You can't get enough of it, can you?"

"No," she admitted. "I want it so bad. I want you to fill me up with it and fuck me."

"I can't tell if that makes you a naughty girl or a good girl," her father said, leaning forward and placing the tip of his cock at her entrance. "I suppose it doesn't really matter either way, does it?"

Sarah shook her head and whimpered. Her pussy was aching terribly for him. She needed him inside of her more than anything in life. He was being deliberately slow, reveling in the fun of withholding his cock from her. Sarah realized she had been holding her breath in anticipation. Even the need for oxygen seemed secondary.

"Dad," she begged.

"Yes?" he asked innocently, his cock still pressed up against her pussy but not pushing into her. The feeling of his heartbeats pulsed at the entrance to her temple. The head of his glans was pushing the folds of her vulva apart ever so slightly. The sensation of him so close to her yet so far had every nerve firing off with little spasms of ecstasy that made Sarah feel like she was losing control.

"Please..." she whined. "Please, Dad, fuck me."

Her father grinned and began to press the head of his cock against her slit. She felt herself begin to part for him and the sensation was like the sudden stillness before a summer tempest.

"Since you asked so nicely," he teased. "Good girls get what they ask for."

With a quick motion, her father thrust his cock into her in one long, fluid movement. Sarah cried out and bucked her hips up against him matching his thrust with one of her own. Her body was on fire. It felt like lightning was surging through her veins, a sensation only her Father could spark in her.

"Fuck, baby," her father moaned. "Your pussy is so fucking tight."

"You feel so good, Daddy. You're so big and hard inside. I love it when you fuck me. I was made to fit your cock."

The bed was lit by the glorious glow of the setting sun outside, its dying rays casting a warm orange hue over the wooden walls and floors. The gentle rocking of the boat and the sound of the waves hitting the side of the vessel created a tranquil atmosphere with only the sounds of Sarah's moans and her father's deep groans cutting through the stillness of the surrounding lake. The air in the cabin was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, a mixture of sweet lake air and musky pheromones. The cabin air was thick, hot and humid, and Sarah's skin was slick with sweat. Her hair clung to her face, and her body was covered in a thin sheen of moisture. A jump in the lake would feel glorious after they both came.

"Sarah baby, you're incredible," her father whispered as he held her close. "I'm so glad I get to have you all to myself."

"Me too," Sarah murmured, tracing her finger along the line of his jawline. The two of them had paused for a moment to breathe, and the arched ridge of Evan's cock had mostly slid out of Sarah. The swollen head of his shaft sat at the entrance of her pussy, and the void its shape left needed to be filled. Sarah pouted at her Dad, and he laughed.

"I'm so glad we're not really hiding anymore," her father added. "It's nice to be able to love you so openly and not have to sneak around as much."

"Around the twins you mean."

Evan nodded. "Yeah exactly. It's nice to have someone to be ourselves around... I didn't know how good that would feel until it was happening."

"You think it would feel the same if we told Mom?" Sarah asked, clenching her pussy around the engorged head of Evan's cock. She wrapped her legs around his torso and tried to pull him in close. Evan held his distance for a moment while he thought about how to respond.

"I hope so. I haven't told you this, but I decided to tell her about us. I wanted to talk to you about it, I know it's something that you want."

Sarah felt her heart race as her father spoke. She had hoped and fantasized about telling her mother, and having her accept the situation. She had hoped and dreamed about a future where her entire family could be open and honest with each other about the true nature of their love. There was another side of her that felt truly guilty about what she had done. It weighed on her every day she slept in her father's bed. What if her mother couldn't accept it? What if she was disgusted or hurt? She had gone behind her back and stolen her man. Sarah knew how angry she would be at the woman who would even think to try such a thing with Evan and her. She wouldn't blame her Mom for being angry. For the time being, Sarah put on a brave face.

"That's wonderful, Daddy. I would love to have Mommy know and have her accept us. What can I do to help?"

"Nothing, baby," her father whispered. "We'll find a time and place to tell her and hope for the best. Until then, let's enjoy our time together. I love you, and I want to savor every second we have together."

"I love you too, Daddy."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Evan's tongue pushed into her mouth first this time and danced with hers. Their bodies rocked back and forth, their hips pressing together, and their lips and tongues never breaking contact as their groins became one again. It wasn't long before Sarah could feel his cock twitching inside her and knew he was getting close.

"I want you to do it inside me Daddy," she whispered in his ear.

"I want that too, baby. We can't though."

"I want to feel your hot cum fill me up. I want to feel it when you orgasm. It's like my favorite feeling of all time."

"It's a risky day for you babygirl. We have to be careful now that you're off your birth control."

"I know, but I still want you to come inside me."

"If that's really what you want, then you know I can't say no babe."

"Please Daddy, I want it so bad. Please please please please."

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Sarah and her father kissed deeply, their bodies rocking back and forth. She reveled in the feeling of him pulsing inside her. He was close. He was going to come. She could feel his heartbeat, his heat, and the power of his thrusts. Her father groaned and slammed his hips into hers. Sarah screamed with pleasure and tightened her legs around his waist, holding him deep inside her. His cock twitched and swelled, stretching the already ecstatic flesh of her pussy to its limits and then filled her with his hot, sticky seed. Sarah moaned and held him close, their bodies melding together as one as he poured himself into her deepest place.

"Daddy, that was amazing," she whispered.

"Yes, it was, my love. We should clean up and get back home. It's gonna be dark soon."

Sarah sighed, disappointed their time out on the lake had come to an end. She slipped back into her bikini and gathered her belongings, stuffing them into her bag and packing up the interior cabins. After they both had a quick swim to rinse off the sweat of their lovemaking, Evan pulled the anchor and started the boat's engine. As they headed back to the dock, Sarah felt a sense of unease creep up inside her. What if things went wrong with Mom? As they pulled up to the dock, Sarah looked back out onto the lake and tried to recapture the peace and quiet of the day. Despite her best efforts her heart felt filled with that growing turmoil. The sky seemed to share her feelings. There was a storm brewing that would probably catch them on the drive home.

Sarah stepped off the boat taking a moment to look up at the clouds that were beginning to roll in. She began to pack away their things into the truck while Evan was hitching the boat into the trailer. As he was finishing up, an elderly couple walked by and stopped to chat. Sarah rolled her eyes and went to stand by her Dad and play the trophy. The elderly man gushed over how beautiful Sarah was and how lucky Evan was to have such a gorgeous wife. Sarah blushed and thanked the old couple for the compliment. Evan just grinned, nodded and got back to packing the truck.

As they got back into their cab, the man turned to his wife and said, "They are going to make the most attractive babies."

Sarah chuckled as her Dad shut the truck door, drowning out the sounds of the old woman scolding her partner. Evan smiled at her and squeezed her knee. There was a twinkle in his eye that Sarah only saw when he was truly happy. The sight set her at ease. As long as he was by her side, she knew everything was going to be fine.

***

Sarah and Evan spent the drive home listening to classic rock, singing along to the radio, and sharing memories from when Sarah was a kid. The conversation was light and easy, and the ride was quick. Evan also told some tales from his childhood, many of which were too hairbrained and crazy to have been true tellings. Nonetheless, Sarah loved talking to her Dad about his experiences growing up.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I found an old copy of Lord of the Rings and thought it was a history book?" her father asked, grinning at her.

"No, I don't think so, that's ridiculous." Sarah replied.

"Well, I was a pretty lonely kid. As you know we were poor. Mom was busy all the time, and I didn't have many friends to like, tell me how the world worked. When I was nine, I got my hands on this old paperback copy of the first Lord of the Rings. The cover was worn, and the spine was pretty broken. I loved that book."

"And you thought it was real?" Sarah asked.

"Of course I did! I was nine years old. How was I supposed to know what fantasy books were? I just thought that was the world we lived in."

Sarah laughed. "You're joking me."

"Nope, totally real." Evan said, shaking his head. "I spent the better part of a year trying to figure out where Middle Earth was on a map at school, and why nobody had really heard of Hobbits. I was devastated when I realized it was all just a made up story."

Sarah was doubled over in laughter. "Oh, that's great. You're telling me I could have had a brother named Frodo all these years."

"Yeah, and you probably could've been called Arwen if it wasn't for your Mother having some sense."

"No offense Dad, but I'm with Mom on this one."

"None taken, and that's fair."

"It's cute though," Sarah said, leaning over and giving her father a kiss on the cheek. The sound of the seat belt locking made her look away and lean back in her seat.

"God. I'm gonna have to get all the way back into this seat to get this fixed."

As she did, a sudden sound came from outside the cab. Sarah looked around towards her Dad to see the headlights of a car headed straight for them through the darkness of the rainy evening. She began to shout, Evan spun the wheel, his lips pressed firmly together and then everything went black.

***

Sarah woke to the sound of beeps, vague rhythmic sounds and the occasional exchange of words. Her head throbbed powerfully and her throat felt dry as a bone. As she woke up and became more aware she felt that her whole body was sore, and her knee in particular was throbbing with a special vengeance. She opened her eyes and found herself staring at an offtone beige ceiling with soft lights embedded into the ceiling. She blinked a few times, and her vision started to clear. She could hear the sound of machines whirring and ticking nearby, and in the distance the sounds of a busy hospital started to register. She took stock of her immediate sense. Her arms felt heavy, and her leg was bandaged up. She looked around and noticed several people on some chairs that were in the room. One of them had their head down, and another was snoring softly. She felt groggy and confused.