Sexual Awakenings Pt. 06

With Dad still standing there, falling back on the wall, and still holding his big cock in his hand. Zoe grinding out of the last of our orgasm, and before I can gather my mind enough to respond. My dad pulled himself from the wall and headed to his room.

That was three days ago now. No one has mentioned anything, and the sexual tension is killing me. I've anticipated with great desire the last two nights to carry on my newfound attraction to Zoe, but it's like nothing happened.

The first night it was like, okay, she's waiting for my dad to join us. but nothing; the second night was the same thing, but all we did was cuddle and fall asleep.

There is no fun in the shower, not really even a lot of teasing at the parks; I'm starting to wonder if she and Dad are hooking up behind my back. It's driving me crazing at the same I feel like I'm turning into a sex-craved slut.

How could I love Zoe so much and hate her simultaneously?

Things were a bit different this morning in our shower, but is it because we're all so excited about our cruise departure today, or maybe I sexed them too much, and they needed a break? I guess I really don't know how much sex is normal.

We packed all our stuff back into our suitcases and left for the seaport at Cape Canaveral. On our travels, Dad mentioned that Grandma and Mom were meeting us on board, and he lowered the boom with the news that he and Mom would be sharing a room.

That did leave Zoe and me on our own, but what the hell, is Mom sneaking back into his life? That's great and all, but Dad is mine now.

We got through check and security, which was a breeze, as Grandma booked us all into Concierge class, so there's that. However, we're still a little miffed at the last-minute surprise.

Our room is fabulous, with a giant king bed, a wonderful balcony, and our two-person spa. I was standing looking over the balcony at the ocean and the other giant-sized cruise ships in the harbor when Zoe snuck up behind me with a fabulous big squeeze, Nuzzled into my neck, and said

"we're going to have so much fun,"

And kissed my neck and suckled on my lobe.

"Ummm," I murmured, missing her touch so very much.

She spun me around and kissed me passionately on the lips for the first time in three days. In about three seconds, she had me again. I was hers to play with, and I loved and hated it.

Our kissing started to get more passionate as her hand fell to my bum, a tiny squeeze and pelvis grind.

How can she have this power over me? I don't even want to fight her; I just want her to touch me, make love to me. Throw me on our bed and do the things she did.

She backed me onto the railing as her hand came back around and feathered past my vagina, barely touching me as I sighed.

"Oh, you horny little sex kitten," she mumbled under her breath.

She slid her middle finger right down the middle of my pussy. The thin nylon material of my sun dress parted easily between my Labia, almost instantly opening my legs.

She broke our kiss and said, "Come on. Your dad told us to meet him in their room, and your Mom should be there by now."

As we entered their room, we exchanged A volley of hugs for Mom and Grandma. I was shaken when my Grandma said.

"So you're the infamous Zoe."

Then Mom says to her.

"So, how are the lessons going?"

What the hell, What Lessons?

Everyone started talking over everyone else, and the whole thing got lost in the commotion. The topic of choice was the fast-approaching storm and whether we even belonged on this crazy boat.

Grandma opened one of several bottles of wine on the table and poured everyone a glass, including us, and I was not going to say anything.

Two glasses in, and I catch Dad giving me the once-over, and a butterfly goes through my belly.

I smile back at him, and he quickly looks away as if he doesn't want to get caught. It brings a huge smile to my face. Then I catch my mom doing the same thing to Zoe. Again, with what the hell!

What is going on in my life? Did Mom find out about Dad and Zoe, or did Dad find out about Zoe and my mom? Was she doing all of us? Is that why Grammy thinks she's infamous?

We all went our ways to dress for dinner as the storm worsened. I could feel the ship rocking as we pulled out of port.

Zoe and I dressed to the nines for dinner. I think each is trying to be hotter than the other to impress someone; I'm just not sure yet who.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she looked even more radiant than I've ever seen, usually all slutty but tonight she was hot.

We made our way to the main dining room, where a very handsome gentleman asked our names and escorted us to our table at the front of the room.

We pranced right past the diners, looking as hot as we were, and all the eyes were on us. Who were we? Why the escort? I could see the family ahead and wanted to get ahead of Zoe to get beside Dad when she veered away and sat between my Grandma and mom.

Dinner was fun. The captain laughed a lot about the storm and called us two very lovely ladies. I gushed. But Zoe started looking pale. The rocking of the ship was getting to her. Very shortly after dinner, it was obvious we needed to take her back to our room.

I told the family I would stay with her and see everyone in the morning. I got smiley looks from all three of them: Mom, Dad, and Grandma. We got back to the room with her constantly trying to apologize for this, and I knew it was just a matter of time before she was running to the washroom.

We cuddled the rest of the night and slept well for the first time.

The next morning, Zoe was not a lot better. We tried having a shower, but that wasn't the relief she needed; only sleep and food would cure this. I slid into a sundress right from the shower and told her I was going for muffins and Orange juice. I'll be right back. I tied my hair into a quick bun and headed out.

The very minute I walked out of our section, the wind from an open door almost blew my dress up, exposing my naked body; maybe underwear might have been a better idea. Before I even got to the elevator, Dad walked out of his room, and we nearly collided. I literally fell into his arms, and we giggled.

"Where's Zoe? he asks.

"Still Ill. I'm going for muffins and juice." I replied.

The ship's rocking had gotten worse overnight, and it was a chore getting down the hallway to the elevator.

We entered the door opening to a couple a bit older than me. He was a big guy, six foot plus, with lots of muscles, and she was shorter than me.

Both of them are very good-looking. The elevator doors close with everybody smiling at each other when suddenly, the car slams to a stop, and the lights go out, leaving us in the pitch dark.

The young girl beside me screeches, as do I. A couple more jerks from the car, and we are starting to freak out.

I step backward, pinning my dad against the wall.

He wraps his arms around me from behind, slightly whispering,

"It's okay, everything is going to be okay, it's all going to be okay."

I snuggle back into his arms as he holds me tighter.

"Everything is going to be okay,"

he says in an even softer voice."

We begin to calm ourselves.

"We just have to stay calm. Maintenance will get us out of here. It just takes a while. Let's just be calm."

He whispers a little louder to calm our companions.

He has to notice I don't seem to be moving away from him; he has grabbed my arms and squeezed me tighter. He has his left arm across my shoulders, his right arm just under my breasts. I can feel his heartbeat on my back, and damn, he's millimeters away from knowing I'm not wearing a bra.

I'm standing in his arms, holding me for ten minutes, when I start calming down. I realize I've started to squirm a little. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other and, in the process, grinding my bum into his groin.

Oh my God, I'm starting to feel it, and I regret leaving the cabin this morning without underwear and wearing just this little Chiffon summer dress. Suddenly, to the startle of everyone, there's a pounding on the outer shell.

"Is everybody okay in there?"

"Yes, we're all okay," the hunky dude beside me yells.

His girlfriend starts yelling.

"help us, get us out of here."

The would-be rescuer responded.

"We can't open the door until we can restore power. I'm sorry, but you'll be there for a while. Just stay calm."

Well, this isn't what we ladies wanted to hear, and my dad can feel my panic starting to return, who is continuing to squeeze me back into him. Again, he begins to assure us we're going to be okay. He squeezes me tighter and leans his head down on my shoulder. I tighten my grip on his arms. I lean my head back into him a little more while inadvertently shifting my stance again.

Oh, oh, now I'm in trouble; I can feel him starting to grow, the slight throbbing that begins when he goes from soft to a place I do not want him to be right now. I had better start thinking of ugly things, or I will embarrass us big time here.

All the while, the couple next to us are in what I can only imagine as a tight embrace of their own. He keeps softly telling his little lady the crap my dad is selling.

"Just be calm."

he's saying.

I start listening closer to them. Oh my god, I think he's kissing her for sure. I can hear their soft kissing noises. My dad has to be hearing it, too. Now, that's even making things worse. I have got to get my mind off this.

I whisper to my dad

"Do you think Mom knows we're in here?

His response was not what I wanted, with a tiny nibble on my neck and shoulder.

Well, now I can feel him getting larger; I'm beginning to get turned on with listening to our two companions starting to make out, my dad's embrace, and his nibbling my neck. I can feel my nipples starting to get hard. His arm falls lower on my belly, and I'm able to feel him swelling on my ass through the skimpy little fabric I'm wearing. What's going on here? Am I doing this on purpose? I shift my stance again, and again, he pulls me a little tighter to his chest. What the heck do I do now to stop his guy from growing? Do I even want to? I am doing it on purpose. This is too much. Do I get brave here? My hand falls to my side and reaches slightly behind us, almost touching it and whispering,

"Oh, Daddy,"

I lean back tighter; his lips brush my ear.

"We're going to be fine."

I hear another tiny little noise from beside us; They're definitely making out. I tilt my head back again, urging him to do it again as I grind my bum into his crotch. I'm going for it; what do I have to lose?

His cock is completely hard; I'm sure he knows I'm doing this on purpose. He leans in, gives my ear a little nibble, and pulls his hand up over my breast. He carries on to nibble a little more. He softly sucks my earlobe in between his lips and moves his hand further down my belly.

Oh my God, he's into this. He presses his hand into me, and I give a grind of my own. I tilt my head away, exposing my neck, and let him start kissing his way down it, soft little kisses, tiny little sucks on my flesh, working his way down my neck onto my shoulder.

He gives me a firm bite right at the point where my neck meets my shoulder, and I let out a little yip.

The girl next to us says, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, yes," My dad says,

"I just thought I felt it move." I forced out, barely being able to talk

Wholly fuck, what was I thinking? With his cock hard as a rock, he was turning me on more and more by the minute; I completely forgot about the couple beside us. But this didn't bother Dad a bit, as I coaxed him back to where he was with another of my head leans.

As he returned to my neck, He was intercepted in the still pitch black by a very receptive pair of lips. I started kissing him over my shoulder, trying not to make any noises, but that was almost impossible, and my dad didn't seem to care at all.

His tongue touches the edge of my lips, a very passionate wet kiss, and purposefully, I start a rotating grind with my tight ass, pressing his cock between my ass and his leg.

My hand leaves his hand from where it was resting on my midsection. I reach down past my bum and start to rub his cock through his sweatpants.

Holy crap, I've become so aggressive. I'm rubbing hard, grabbing at his cock, squeezing it hard, jacking it downward through the material of his sweats.

I'm driving him wild, and he's losing it. He lowers his hand further down, slowly sliding it toward the top of my mound. I think he's waiting for a reaction; I open my stance a little, giving him the green light. I want him to touch it. I'm squeezing his cock so hard right now I wonder if it hurts.

I reach up with my left hand around his neck as he slides his hand down towards my pussy. The material of my dress is so thin, and with no panties, I'm sure he can feel every fold of my vagina. My button is now swollen, and he quickly finds it through my dress.

He has to know; it's no wonder I've been so receptive; I've probably been horny since we boarded the ship. Ever since he snuck up on Zoe and me three nights ago. Wandering the deck, watching all these college boys with their muscles. Feeling the ocean breeze blow up under my skirt, airing my perpetually moist pussy, from all the staring eyes at my untethered breasts.

I'm not that frightened, little mouse; It's time I start dictating this whole episode, controlling every move. I knew exactly what my ass-grinding was doing to him. I didn't hesitate for a second to grab his cock, stroking it downward like an expert.

Knowing how it doesn't let his cock fully inflate, yet keeping constant swelling pressure on its head, driving him wild., and now him feeling my pantyless mound, feeling my already swollen clit, like a little hard blueberry just waiting for him to rub it.

Do I let him hit the jackpot, or what? He starts to circle my clit with his middle finger, and I let out another sigh as I push my hips forward to meet his hand. To my amazement, another sigh didn't come from me but from the couple in the other corner.

Is this shit happening? Are they playing, too? I listen close as Daddy fingers my button, and for fuck sake, they are rubbing each other as well! I'm not sure I like this interruption; I put my hand back on his and start his hand rubbing more firmly on my spots.

He starts me rubbing me up and down my slit as I'm grinding my hips in a circling motion.

All the while, I've gotten so lost in him pleasuring my pussy, I realized I've stopped jacking his cock. Just holding it there through his pants. I thrust my hips in a slow fucking motion and started to stroke him again.

I quickly release it and reach into the band of his pants; I grab his cock and immediately start to stroke it with a fury.

He reaches his left hand and begins to tease my erect nipples.

He runs his hand up and down my belly, slowly pulling my little skirt up to expose me from under my dress.

He slides his hand over the entire length of my pussy and starts to rub it firmly with the whole palm of his hand. Up over my clit and back down, pressing in hard, sliding his middle finger into the very edge of my hole.

Circling the edge of it around and around, then back up over my button.

Sliding back down and letting his finger slip into my now soaking-wet pussy up to his second knuckle. I let out another of these little tiny.

"oh fuck, Daddy."

To an immediate.

"Holly fuck" from our neighbor girl.

Her boyfriend raps back in her ear

"That is so fucking hot, baby."

Dad continues with two or three little in-and-out jabs, then withdraws it back up over my clit. He continues this several times when I'm sure everyone starts to hear a smacking noise from down there, as I'm dripping wet.

I feel myself soaking down the inside of my thigh. Dad drives a second finger into my pussy almost mercilessly, not the gentle finger fucking he's been giving me up to this point; this was a Zoe-type fucking.

That's when I heard the little sweetie beside me say

"OH, Bobby."

Yes, she's getting hers too. I can only imagine his sausage-sized fingers massaging that tiny little cunt. Dad continued the jabbing of his fingers into my dripping little vagina. He starts to grind his cock, still in my hand, onto her ass in a mindless fucking motion.

Grinding his cock into me, digging his fingers into my pussy. I can feel the orgasm starting to boil in my belly; his cock is swollen and thick, its purple head pulsating with every downward stroke of my perfectly executed crank job, despite his thrusting into me.

Only a few more minutes, I'm sure he'll be ready to fucking explode in his pants; oh no, it is too soon; I have to stop this. I stop my jacking and quickly pull my hand out of his pants.

I slowly pull him around to face me. In our tiny pitch-black closet, for the first time, I find his lips with a long, deep, passionate kiss. I suck his tongue out of his mouth, moaning and kissing, not caring anymore what the couple next to us think.

I immediately reach for his cock again. I can't stand the pressure he's created any longer; I reach in and pull his cock to its rightful position, standing at attention; I need it in me.

He raises both his hands and starts massaging my bra-less breasts; my nipples are fully erect and as hard as little pebbles. I've got my hand, with a slightly upside-down grip on the shaft of his meat, cranking his cock up and down again to a point where I know he's fully engorged and throbbing. We're still locked in a deep passionate kiss; he moves his lips past my cheek and starts sucking on my neck, slowly going over the routine he began with this erotic foray. Now, on the other side of my neck.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders, locks his hands, and slowly drops himself to his knees, dragging his arms tightly wrapped around me as he goes.

He practically had to rip his cock from my grip. He moves down over the small of my back, over my perfectly round ass clenching his arms tight; he moves down to my thighs and starts to force me to close my legs. I put both hands on his shoulders for balance as he forces me by hugging to close my legs against my will.

With my knees firmly locked together, he buries his face in my crotch, and with a hot heated breath, a humming noise from his lips and tongue, he exhales right onto her pussy. I immediately gasp and thrust my hips forward; I try "to no avail" to spread my legs.

He takes another deep breath and exhales another steamy, hot moan directly into my mound. I've had enough of this and quickly drop my hands from his shoulders to pull my skirt over my hips.

Now he has my soaking wet muff right in front of his nose. I can't see it, but I can smell my scent. Ever since my first encounter with Zoe, I have had a new craving for that new deliriously intoxicating musky smell of a woman that's bared the twenty minutes' worth of her dripping juices down the inside of her legs--this time from his rubbing, probing, and teasing.

With his arms still firmly around my thighs. Squeezing my legs together, he darts his tongue over the only part of my pussy available. He rubs his tongue back and forth over my clit. Digging it in between my clenched legs, digging it in as far as he can with me desperately trying to open my legs to give him better access.

To let him get to the hole I desperately want him to stick it into. He won't let me. He continues to lick my button, sucking it as hard as he can, digging into my lips,

I gasp and moan. "Oh fuck, Daddy."

And hear the little chick next to us giggle softly. But I'm so lost in my ecstasy that I no longer care who hears me.

He continues to suck and dig his tongue into me. He reaches his right hand around from behind me and slides his thumb down the crack of my ass. Over my anal bud, down between my legs, and forces his thumb right into my hot wet cunt. Digging it in between my clenched legs, I let out a solid moan and started to buck my hips forward.

Trying to get more pressure from his tongue, then backward, hoping his thumb would dig deeper into my hole. Back and forth, I can feel my legs tremble, shake and shudder.

He's digging deeper with his thumb, twisting and pulling at my pussy, sucking my clit as hard as he can.

He was darting his tongue between my swollen lips, sticking his tongue deep enough between the length of my slit to feel his thumb from the other side.

I grab his head from either side and thrust my hips forward again and again, mumbling under my breath, "Oh fuck, oh fuck."

Bucking my drooling cunt into his face. He releases his grip on my legs. I immediately open up, lifting my right leg over his shoulder and straddling his face. Grabbing at his head, driving his face up into my pussy, and grinding myself down onto him.

He clenches his two fingers together and slides them up into my hole. I try to open up as horny as I am and feel like a seasoned woman, but I struggle to accept the intrusion.

He starts with his in and out, twisting them with every thrust. I reach down with one hand and grab his wrist, driving his hand up into me, grinding myself down on his hand, trying desperately to let Dad know he can fuck me like he does Zoe.

Urging him to pound me the width of his fist onto my vagina. Grabbing the back of his head with my other hand, I force his face into my crotch. Back onto my clit. He starts sucking it into his mouth with vigor, swirling the roughness of the flat of his tongue over and over it.

He's jamming his fist into me; I'm holding the back of his head, grinding it into the front of me, grinding in a continuous fucking motion, when I start flooding his face with squirt after squirt of warm liquid lust. I continue to cum and cum again, vibrating and thrusting, grinding myself on his face like he's nothing more than my fuck toy.

Slowly, my orgasm starts relenting, the forces I've been creating on his wrist and face slowing the grind. I give two sudden forward jerks of my pelvis and then nothing. He slides his fingers out of my gaping pussy, to a flood of liquid flowing down my leg. Lifting my leg off his shoulder, I collapse against the elevator's back wall.

Dad was still on his knees with his hand pointed upwards. For a few seconds, there was nothing, complete silence, and then we heard the little college girl giggle. Her man said, "Wow! You guys have done that before."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I awkwardly stayed quiet until Dad said, " This is just a game we play."

The dude says

"Well, that's one crazy fucking hot game."

That's when we hear a commotion at the front of the car. It's the workers prying at the door, and suddenly we're free. I dart out the door, not a word, not a smile, to disappear forever. I ran back to our room with Zoe and my mom on the balcony.

WTF

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