Singles On The Seven Seas Pt 03

***A note from the author: The people in this story and the story itself are complete fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. These people are not real and the events are not real. Any likeness to anyone or any situation in real life is pure coincidence. This is the 3rd chapter of this story. Please check out the first two as well! ***

Jake

Jake woke up to the sound of his shower kicking on. He opened his eyes to the bright sunlight coming in through the curtains and quickly squinted and turned his face away from the sun and smothered it back into the pillows. It smelled like pineapples- like Tessa's hair. That smell instantly churned in his belly and his body began responding to the memory of her. His memories of the last couple of days took over his mind. Every part of her fit him. Her pussy stretched for him to fill her, her body melded to his and when he wrapped his arms around her, she was soft and firm. His lips fit to hers perfectly and her breasts filled his hands as if they were meant to be there. The night before, they had made love for the first time. He could still feel her wrapped around him, under him, legs wrapped around him, she was so wet- so desperate to be claimed by his body. In a perfect world, he would have made it all last a little longer, but it had been too long since he had fucked anyone and he had never been with someone who felt as good as she did. He didn't stand a chance. But now, that he knew what to expect, he was optimistic the next time he would last longer.

He sat up on an elbow and looked around the room. His eyes were still sleepy and the corners of the room were still dark, but he noticed there was a new pile of luggage in the corner of the room. He narrowed his eyes and recognized it as Tessa's. he chuckled to himself as he realized he had slept through Tessa bringing all her luggage to his room. No wonder all his kids became experts at sneaking out, causing trouble and then sneaking back in. He slept like a rock most of the time. He wondered what kind of trouble they got into that he never even knew about. Then, quickly decided it was best if he didn't know.

He threw the sheets off of his legs and crawled out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. The entire suite smelled like Pineapples and coconuts. The smell on its own wasn't sexy, but the memories it conjured made his entire body crave Tessa. He walked into the bathroom and saw Tessa through the glass door of the shower. She faced away from him, her long dark hair streaming down her back, her ass slightly obscured in the glass pattern. He could tell she turned around and she slid the door open. She was covered in soap and held a louffa to her chest, in a weak attempt to hide her breasts.

"Good Morning." She said chipperly. He felt her eyes move up and down his body- much the way she probably felt his eyes do the same.

"Good Morning. Happy Birthday." He replied and she slid the door open a little further.

"Do you want to join me? The water is really nice..." She said as she circled her yellow loufa over her breasts and let it trail down her belly, stopping just before it went any lower. She crossed one leg over the other, to hide her pussy, as ribbons of soap directed his eyes to the crevice.

"God yes." He growled and claimed her mouth with his. He stepped into the shower and closed the door behind him. He pushed her to the wall and smashed his body against hers. Her breasts pressed into his chest and his growing length flattened against her tummy. He plunged his tongue into her mouth with quiet authority and she opened herself to him completely. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, She drove her hands through his hair. "I have an idea." He said as he broke their kiss for a moment. He brought his hands to her breasts and gently squeezed them, and captured her nipples in the crook of his thumb and forefinger.

"I love your ideas." She moaned as he worked her over. "Tell me."

"I have an idea of how to celebrate your birthday." He pinched her nipples and pulled them toward him.

"Oh, being on a beautiful cruise ship, with the love of my life isn't enough?" She asked as she arched her back slightly against the wall of the shower. He had learned she liked a harder touch on her nipples and lighter touch on her clit. She liked her neck being kissed more than her lips. She had a learning curve, but he felt like he was catching on very quickly.

"No, it definitely is not enough." He kissed her neck and dropped one of his hands to run down her belly and nestle between her legs. He slid his finger against her folds, expertly finding their divide and following a slick trail of arousal into her slit and traced it up to find her sensitive nub hidden in the soft velvet cushion of her core. "I had something more... physical in mind..." He mumbled as he circled her clit with his fingertip and Tessa immediately ground her hips down, to meet the pressure of his fingers. He heard her breath catch and a whimper escape her.

"I'm still so sensitive from last night..." She whispered as she bit her lip and rolled her head back. "It won't take much to make me cum again..." she warned.

"I was thinking I make you cum 23 times today. 23 times on your 23rd birthday." He felt her clit harden, as he slowly rubbed the base of her clit, only lightly ever making contact with the most sensitive peak. Feeling her arousal fueled the fires of his own, and his hardened cock strained between their bodies. She arched her back, and moved her hips, begging him to enter her.

"That's ambitious." She sighed as he stroked his fingers back and dipped them inside the honey pot of her pussy.

"I like a challenge." He growled as she dropped her loufa and flattened her hands to the wall to steady herself as her hips began to rock and she started fucking his fingers.

"That's too much." She protested. "I would rather have quality over quantity."

"Fine, then we'll see how many times I can make you cum today, how about that?"

"I love it." She panted as he worked her over. He pulled his fingers out of her channel, then dove them back in and rubbed her clit with his palm as he worked her over. His strokes were slow at first. He would linger just at her opening and then slowly work them inside. When he felt the walls of her pussy start to throb and grip him, he would withdraw. He loved teasing her. Her body was so responsive, and he loved eliciting a desperate moan from her when she was so close to cumming, but unable to.

"I love making you cum." He whispered in her ear as he plunged into her pussy a little faster and a little deeper. He felt her body settle onto him each time he entered her. Her legs began tremble and he could hear her pulse in his head, much like he could hear his own. She was getting close, he could feel her fighting off the orgasm, but her body was mostly ignoring her. Every cell in her body wanted to cum and everything was waiting on permission to do so. He wanted to give her a little more teasing, to make the orgasm more intense, so instead of sliding his fingers in and out, he curled his fingers slightly and then moved them more forward and backward. He felt her inner walls tense and vibrate, as he found a rhythm that allowed her body to come back into his hand as he moved within her. Tessa's breathing became ragged and her body began to jolt and spasm. She was fighting it so hard, he had teased her too long and she didn't know if he was going to let her cum this time. A small part of him felt bad about that. "Let it go, baby." He growled as he moved his fingers faster and harder. "Cum for me, I want to feel you cum." He latched onto her nipple with his mouth and massaged the hardened tip with his tongue, while using the weight of his body to hold her against the wall.

"Fuck!" She cried out as he felt her pussy spasm around his fingers. She was always so obedient. He felt of flood of oozing honey surround his fingers and escape her channel as he continued to rhythmically fuck her with his fingers. He let her ride out her orgasm on his fingers. He felt multiple waves of orgasm take her over, and he stroked her from the inside for every one of them. When she calmed, she looked at him as if she might eat him alive.

"That's one." He said through a chuckle.

"Not enough." She was breathless and desperate for more as she moved him to the small seat built into in the corner of the shower. He sat down and she turned around so her back faced him. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her down to sit in his lap. He kissed her shoulders and brought his legs together to make a decent seat for her. She sat down, her pussy less than an inch from the head of his extremely hard cock. She draped her legs on either side of his, and then he spread his a little bit, which forced hers wider. She leaned forward slightly, and he got his first actual look at her ass. He had felt it, grabbed it, even playfully spanked it a few times, but he had never actually gotten to look at it in its naked glory before. He loved asses- especially this ass. One of his favorite things was to do was massage ass cheeks. He grabbed her ass cheeks, filled his hands with their softness and pulled them apart to expose just the briefest glimpse of her small asshole. He had the overwhelming desire to touch it, but he didn't want to freak her out. Not all girls were into it, he didn't want to ruin a good thing. Besides, if he fucked her ass, he would have to warm her up for a while- but he could fuck her blazing hot pussy right now. Now was no time for patience.

He shifted under her slightly and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. "You drive this one, baby. In this position, I am going to go so much deeper than last night, you control how fast or slow you want to go." She didn't say anything, but, she let her weight down on him and he felt his cock push into her. His cock met resistance at the opening, but he pressed up into her, as he descended, and the resistance gave way to a tight squeeze as she plunged down on him. He felt warmth and texture as she took more and more of his cock. She almost got all of him on her first descent, but then bobbed back up almost to the tip, for another slow descent. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness. He felt her muscles adapt and learn new limits to take him. His cock surged with new hardness as he felt resistance at every inch of her channel. She rolled her hips, and rose up his shaft until she was almost empty and then she descended on him again, this time a little faster, a little needier and then, he was completely inside of her. He was balls deep in the best pussy he had ever felt and they both groaned at the sensation. He grabbed her hips, urging her to move again, and she did. She rolled her hips, bounced her entire body and flexed her ass she moved over him. She rode him like it was necessary for her survival. She gasped and writhed and then, she leaned forward and bounced up and down on his cock in a regular rhythm. Then, he felt her hands on his balls. She massaged them as she rode him and they tightened in response. He had promised that she could drive this, he didn't want to hurt her and he didn't want to fuck her at a pace that wasn't hers, but he couldn't help it. He felt his hips flex, before he thought about what he was doing. Her hands continued to massage and cup his balls, as if she was coaxing a bigger explosion out of him. She moaned as he thrusted into her a little deeper and a little harder. She kept her rhythm and he met her with his thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good..." she groaned as he slightly bounced her with the force of his thrusting. She corrected her position and stopped massaging his balls. He missed the sensation, but he knew he would last longer if she kept doing it, so he was partially grateful. She changed her posture and now sat directly over him, with her legs spread wide. "Fuck me harder." She made a request, and he felt as if he would die if he didn't fulfill it. He fucked her with a steady rhythm, but added a little more force and then he started to feel her muscles tremble inside. They danced around his shaft, taking turns holding tighter and spasming in a slight vibration. The head of his cock was nestled in the deepest, warmest, wettest part of her pussy where he had to fight to urge to empty himself.

"I love your pussy." He groaned as her spasms began to intensify and her body began to jerk and convulse under his steady attack. He felt her walls start to tighten down on him and milk his cock. He knew that meant she was cumming. "Cum on my cock, baby girl." He grunted as he continued to match her movements. He felt a warm flood suddenly drip down his balls, the thought of her squirting on his cock and the memory of her destroying that fitting room the day before suddenly triggered his own orgasm.

"Oh my god..." She moaned as she rode him through the descent of her completion and he finally crested the hill of his own climax. He felt himself let go as jet after jet was fired off inside of her. No one made him cum as hard and as much as she did. She slowly rode him as he emptied himself inside of her, which prompted him to cum a little more. She rested her hands on his knees and stilled on top of him. Her breathing slowed and his cock softened slightly. "Why do you make me cum that hard, every fucking time?" She asked through a breathless chuckle.

"The feeling is mutual." He groaned as he felt immense pride.

"I mean, my god... It's like an out of body experience almost. Then, when you cum, I cum a little harder, because you are so deep and it is so warm..." She scooted forward slightly, and his cock began to slide out of her. He watched his own seed seep out of her and pool on his shaft. He knew for a fact, he had filled her up to a ridiculous degree. He closed his legs a little and allowed her to shimmy off of his lap. She stood up and the evidence of his pleasure streamed down the inside of her thighs. She stood up and grabbed the removable head of the shower, that had still been going the entire time they were fucking, and he got up and grabbed Tessa into an embrace. He took the shower head and grabbed her loufa and began to clean her. He kissed her as he soaped and sprayed off her sensitive spots. As the showerhead streams danced off of her skin, she began to moan. He steadied the stream directly on her clit as an experiment and she began to roll her body in response to the jets.

"That's it, baby. Come again for me." He whispered in her ear and she held onto his arm as her legs turned to a pool of flesh and she shook against him. It was a short, but powerful orgasm. One that took both of them by surprise.

He continued to spray her off and pay his devotion to his new Goddess. He worshipped her with a tenderness he was even surprised by. He cleaned every inch of her and restored her to a heavenly glory. When they were both clean, he turned off the shower, which was mainly running lukewarm now, and he kissed her forehead. Then, he looked down into her blue eyes. "That was number two and three."

Tessa

While the day started with bright sunny skies, heavy clouds with spectacular lighting and booming thunder moved in in the later morning hours. The ship prohibited passengers from going on the beach, due to lighting threats. Then, most of the shops on the beach had boarded up their windows and closed for the day. So, day 3 was going to be a ship day. Normally, she would have been okay with that. She was in a luxury room now with someone who was hell bent on making her die from cumming so much. She had all the food and drinks she could want and there were activities to do around the ship. But it was her birthday. She had wanted to play on the beach a little. Instead, she lay nearly naked on the Balcony of her dad's luxury suite. The balcony was big enough for 2 large beach chairs, a Chaise Lounger and a small table. She had never bothered getting dressed after the shower this morning. She just grabbed a sarong and wore it like a bath towel and relaxed outside. The humid ocean air moved over her skin and then, a cool breeze from the storm would sweep over her and make her skin prickle with goose bumps.

Jake stood in the doorway, she could feel him. His eyes moved over her and felt as if his hands were moving over her. Hot and textured, but soft in the right spots. She turned her head to look at him and he was drinking in her body with his eyes. Men didn't usually act like she was the most beautiful thing ever created- but Jake did. He looked at her like she was a queen, a precious rare artifact, something worth protecting- something he was willing to die to have.

"I'm going to run down to the cafeteria and get some snacks." He said as he snapped back to reality and remembered why he had come out there in the first place.

"Okay, Have fun." She replied and lay her head back down. She knew he hadn't left yet. His gaze was working up her legs to her ass. She looked back at him and giggled a little when she discovered she was right. "Jake." She snapped him out of it. It was the first time she had addressed him by his name and not 'Dad'. It was weird, but not enough to make her stop. It was all about adjustment with their dynamic at the moment.

"Okay, I'm gonna go now." He walked from the doorway and left her on the balcony by herself. Small raindrops began to appear on the railing of the balcony, but they weren't landing on her. She dragged her finger along the railing connecting raindrop to raindrop. Drawing swirls and hearts and writing her name in the water streaks.

The last 48 hours had given her a lot to think about. She was currently in the most intimate and emotional relationship she had ever been in. Her mind alternated between seeing Jake as her Dad and seeing him as her boyfriend and lover. Today, she mainly saw him as her lover- but he loved it when she called him Daddy during sex. If he ever referred to himself as Daddy during sex, she was pretty sure that would be a turn on for her too. Honestly, the taboo of it was kind of fun for her as well. She had never understood family members dating before, but if it felt like this for everyone who experienced it, she understood it now. Being with him felt safe and he knew her body and what she wanted before she knew she wanted it. He anticipated what she needed and controlled the tap so she couldn't have it- which made it that much better when he finally gave her release. Her body was always in varying levels of arousal with him- she had cum 3 times this morning in the shower- she had never cum that much in an entire day before. And it was her own father who was capable of making it happen.

Her mind drifted back to real life. In a few short weeks, she would return one last time to her school. She would get a dorm- room with Allison as always- and work like hell to graduate a semester early. She was already a year behind, because she took a year off between high school and college so she could travel, but it was at the cost of being slightly older than everyone else when she graduated. If she could graduate a semester early, she could be on the winter graduation cycle, and she wouldn't have missed much of a beat on her peers.

The door rattled and Jake popped it open with his arms full of fruit cups, chips and some juice bottles and a couple beer bottles for him.

"That seems like a lot." She commented over her shoulder as she watched him walk through the doorway to the balcony.

"I tried to predict our needs. I got fruit, snacks, drinks and I got beer- because this is a vacation and its really the only time I ever let myself drink." He said as he winked at her. He set down a fruit cup in front of her, set down a beer and then stowed the rest of his hoard into the mini fridge. He came back out to the patio and collapsed himself into a beach chair. She rolled over onto her side to face Jake. She leaned her head on her hand and her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, over the chaise, over her arms and some of the strands attempted to cover her breasts, which were barely concealed by the sarong at this point. Jake stared at her in a way she was almost used to- like she was the most decadent treat ever- and also like he dared to take what he had already had so much of. "You have to stop that." He shook his head as if battling back an idea. Then he looked at the surrounding balconies. She matched the direction of his gaze. She hadn't really noticed all the people out on their balconies before. Some people were smoking, some were drinking, some were just talking with their new partners. She could hear snippets of conversations and the occasional laugh from other people. No one was paying attention to her.