Chapter 4

Over the last two weeks, Jim and Anita's life had developed a routine that included oral sex for breakfast and as much sex as their bodies could stand for dessert after dinner. Anita was pleased that her continued attentions to her Dad's libido was extending his stamina. It wasn't breaking Jim's heart either as he found the ability to love his daughter gave them both that much more delectation. As they sat down to dinner one evening, Jim opened the conversation by dropping an unexpected bombshell on his daughter's lap.

"Sweetheart, you still interested in that trip up to the lake you mentioned?" he asked her during a rare lull in the chatter that they revelled in. It had become a part of their everyday lives that they would talk about everything and anything that came to mind. The bond had become so strong that there were more and more instances when they had both thought the same thing at exactly the same time on an unintroduced subject. Jim was beginning to wonder if Anita had secretly found a way to read his mind. But a trip to Lumby Lake wasn't one of those instances. In fact, the idea had slipped to the back of Anita's mind until her Dad brought it up again.

"You're kidding! Me? Forget something like that? In your dreams" she rattled to him loudly. "Does this mean we're gonna start planning soon? Dad, that would be so awesome."

"You have Spring Break coming up soon, don't you?" he questioned.

"Yeah, the week after next, I think. With all these exams I've been writing, I've lost track of the dates. Umm, this is June 32nd, right?" Anita quipped. "Seriously though, Dad, can you get a cabin for that week on such short notice?" she added.

"I'll give them a call in the morning and find out. If I can, would you like to go up on the Friday evening, or leave it until Saturday morning? I'll try to get that whole week plus both weekends. How's that sound?"

"Let's make it Saturday. Then we can take our time, and maybe I can get you to stop at the summit for an hour or two? I'd love to do a photo shoot around that little lake just below the peak." Anita had aspirations of becoming a landscape photographer and took every opportunity to find new scenes for her growing portfolio.

The rest of the evening followed their usual routine. Anita cleaned up the kitchen while Jim took care of any other chores. They were finished by 8:00, giving them time to sit and listen to some relaxing music. Jim knew that Anita usually unwound more with soft instrumental music, and when she was relaxed, she got horny.

As Jim watched his daughter undress, he was amazed at just how lovely she actually was. His conclusion tried to allow for his personal prejudices, which was partially successful, but despite them he had to admit that Anita really was gorgeous. She had taken to sleeping nude ever since he had invited her to share his bed. For Jim, sleeping nude had always been a part of his lifestyle, but with his daughter's soft and wonderful body beside him all night, it was now something that he couldn't imagine not doing. Curling up under the covers, Anita lay on her side, with her Dad behind her. She could feel his flaccid cock against her, and wiggled her ass to induce his erection. She moved so that it pressed against her butt crack. Jim draped his arm over her, his hand cupped her breast. Her wiggling aroused his cock. He paid more and more attention to her hardening nipples, moving his hand from breast to breast. Anita considered him an equal opportunity lover in that he left no part of her body ignored. Her juices lubricated her pussy, anticipating his cock in her cunt. She guided his hand down to her pubic patch.

Jim lightly scratched her fuzz. Anita really enjoyed his teasing touch. She had the softest pussy fur, and running his fingers up and down caused her vulva to part just enough to expose the tip of her clit. He slipped a finger into her slit and tickled her pearl of pleasure until it hardened. She pushed herself tighter against his hand. She wanted at least one finger probing her vagina. He began to finger her, spreading her juices. His target was the ridges in her cunt that marked her G-spot, knowing that lightly rubbing it as he pressed up would send her into orgasm. That first cum always flooded her pussy with her cream, making it soft and wet to take his hard cock inside her. She'd rock her hips on his turgid pole until he flooded her with his hot sticky spunk.

That blast of cum inside her always pushed her over the edge into a mind-shattering climax. She trembled and shuddered with its impact. Jim loved the feeling of her taking every drop of his seed. Her walls fluttered and pulled on his cock. She seemed to instinctively push herself back against him when her orgasm overtook, pulling him into her deeply. The sensation of her cunt stroking his cock induced the strongest cum in him. God, she could drain his nuts. The girl-cum she left on his cock and balls would cover his hand, and he'd return to her breast softly manipulate her nipples, smearing their combined juices over both breasts. Sometimes they would just lay there in the afterglow until his cock softened, but more times they would fall asleep with him still semi-erect. as she squeezed her vaginal muscles in a valiant attempt to hold him in her as long as she could.

The next morning, Anita woke to the feeling of someone's tongue lapping and lathering her crotch. Her Dad had spread her legs and was lovingly licking her clit, her entrance, and the residue from their lovemaking the night before. She had no idea how long he had been eating her horny pussy, but she did know that he was about to receive a heaping helping of fresh girl-cum. Just as the consciousness of waking up crossed her mind, it was instantly displaced by the overwhelming bliss of her climax. As soon as her muscles stiffened with the rapture that exploded inside her, she could feel that gush of girl-cum spray all over his face.

This morning, she had a hard time regaining any semblance of normalcy as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her being. Even opening her eyes for a glimpse of Jim's hard cock was an energy-draining effort. Her revenge on him for such a passionate attack would come when they had their morning shower. She'd suck his hard cock until there was nothing left in his nut sac, swallowing every last drop in him until he went soft in her mouth. Just the thought of a belly full of his hot gooey stuff gave her another mini-orgasm.

"Morning, Dad" she wheezed as her breathing finally slowed down. "I assume you got enough for breakfast?"

"Uh-huh, sure did" Jim smiled as he lifted his head from between her silky smooth thighs. "I would call that the Breakfast of Champions. Only problem is that it always tastes like ... more. But I saved you some, if you want" as she spied the wetness covering his face. She liked the taste of her own juices, but not as much as she loved the taste of his cum as it swirled around in her mouth before sliding down her throat and into her belly.

"Hmm, guess we'd better hit the shower. I've gotta pee so bad. Meet you in there?" she suggested.

"Your wish is my command, Your Horniness" Jim teased her as he got off the mattress and headed for the bathroom. Anita struggled out of bed and dashed in right behind him. She grabbed a couple of towels out of the closet on her way, giving her Dad just enough time to adjust the water for temperature. As soon as he was satisfied with it, she pushed him into the stall and followed him.

"Damn!" she lightly cursed. "I was gonna go sit on the throne and pee." She started to reach for the door when Jim stopped her with a light touch to her hip.

"Guys pee in the shower all the time, so why can't girls?" Why not indeed. Staring her Dad in the face, she defiantly widened her stance and let her bladder muscles relax, allowing the golden stream to spray on the shower floor as it washed down the drain. It was not something she'd done before, but peeing while her Dad watched felt different, but good. When she thought about it, it was also kind of exciting. She'd seen her Dad piss, had held his cock as she aimed his stream. This was almost the same thing, and she knew they just might watch each other again some time.

"Ahh, that feels better" she breathed. "Never peed in a shower before, but it's kinda neat, especially when someone's watching. How 'bout you? You gotta go too?" she added with a light tone of challenge.

"Not right now, but I'll let you know. Besides, seeing you go is starting to give me a boner, and I can't pee when I've got a hard-on.

Anita dropped her gaze to her Dad's cock, noting that he was starting to harden. A wicked idea formed in her head. When he least expected it, she would drop down in front of him and suck his cock until he came in her mouth! That would pay him back for eating her out while she was asleep.

They washed and lathered each other, with Jim spending a lot of time on Anita's tits, then her pussy from the top of her pubic fur down to the bottom of her crotch and up her ass cheeks to the top of her crack. He tickled and lightly fingered her asshole, waiting until her sphincter muscles loosened, then slipped in to the first knuckle. Anita had said that she wanted to feel his cock plow her rectal virginity into oblivion. The more he thought about it, the more he was looking forward to taking her that way. This morning, he would help her get used to the invasion of her butt. She started pushing her ass a little harder against his probing finger, encouraging it deeper to open her up some more. As much as he lusted for the feel of his cock being tightly captured by her anus, there wasn't as much time available right now to love her the way he wanted to. The week at the lake would be better, and he promised himself that whatever it took, his daughter was not coming home afterwards with any virgin orifices.

Jim suddenly felt his daughter's lips engulf his cockhead. She had been stroking him until he was standing at attention. Now she knelt in front of him swallowing his cock, swirling her tongue around the ridges of his cockhead and down the underside of his shaft while sucking on him, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. What really got his attention was her muscles gripping his cock as she took him down her throat. God, she was going to suck him until he filled her belly with his hot cum. By the feel of it, it was going to be a big load, too. Jim just stood and let her enjoy his manhood. She'd take his seed any way she wanted.

As his balls loaded his cum-tube for its first spurt, he had to lean back against the wall to keep his balance. Anita's hand was stuffed in her pussy, and the vision of her exhibiting herself masturbating in front of him the other evening flashed brightly across his mind. That was all it took to push him over the top as his hot sticky cream erupted into her mouth! She slid her lips up until they just held his cockhead inside, moving down towards the base a little more with each successive ejaculation until her nose was tight against him as he emptied his load into her. Each spurt had been swallowed, with the last ones swirled around in her mouth as she whipped his cockhead with her tongue to extract every drop his nuts had produced.

It took a couple of minutes to recuperate, and Anita spent the time licking her Dad's cock clean. The combination of his scalding seed and her pistoning fingers on her G-spot had given her a wonderful orgasm as well, leaving her swollen clit feeling super-sensitive. She stood back up and leaned into him, pulling his lips to hers, sharing his semen. Jim slipped his hand over her mound, seeking her exposed love button. She jumped at his touch, not wanting it to stop, but unable to stand the intensity of that touch without some kind of reaction, either.

"Umm, easy Dad. That thing is super sensitive right now" she whispered over the noise of the water spray. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you. Besides, your cum tastes so good that I wasn't about to let you out of here without a big serving."

"Honey, you have got to be the best cocksucker there is" Jim purred back. "When you made me cum, I damned near fell over. Kinda wished you'd warned me what you had in mind, though. My mind was on something else at the time, and now I can't remember what."

"Huh! Well, getting sucked off when you're not ready will learn you not to wake me up with a pussy full of tongue unless I've been warned" she shot right back at him. "Do you have any idea just how intense it feels to wake up and then cum almost immediately? Hmm?"

"Well, actually, now that you mention it ... yes. That's what you did to me yesterday morning. I wasn't sure if I was cumming or pissing the bed" Jim exclaimed. "And speaking of pissing, I gotta" and he turned to head for the toilet. Anita still had his cock in her hand and she wasn't going to let go.

"I thought you said guys always pee in the shower? So where the fuck do you think you're going, huh?"

"Okay, if that's the way you want it... " and Jim relaxed his muscles as his urine pressed to escape his bladder. Anita still had her grip on his semi-erect penis, and as the first of the golden stream began to flow, she aimed it right at her still-extended nub. The heat and the pressure of his stream hit her clit and she was gripped in the throes of a mini-cum herself.

Jim couldn't believe what he'd just seen. "Did you just cum, Baby?" he asked her incredulously.

"Yeah, I did" she gasped. "Wow! That's unreal! I have no idea what possessed me to try that, but is it ever wild!"

Once dried off and dressed, they both made their way down to the kitchen, shared a half pot of coffee, and got on with their day. Jim caught himself daydreaming a lot. His boss mentioned that only part of him was there, then asked if everything was alright at home. Jim reassured his boss, Tom Bergeault, that everything was fine. He was just a little distracted by a plan that he was developing to surprise his daughter. Tom had known him long enough to understand that Jim adored his daughter, and chuckled. If he only had half an idea of how Anita was adored.

The rest of that week and the weekend were full of warmth, love, and devotion between Jim and Anita. She put in a lot of time studying, but still found the energy to show her Dad all the love in her heart. Most of the following week was spent preparing and writing exams.

Jim worked hard to get ahead on his projects. His phone call to the lake's Outlook Lodge had secured an isolated cabin with its own private dock near the edge of the lake. Tom gladly gave Jim the week off, mostly to get his mind back onto the projects at hand. The two men had a good working relationship, and it showed in the quality of their production for Tom's clients.

On the Friday, Jim treated Anita to dinner at their all-time favourite restaurant, the Seven Seas. With both of them being huge seafood fans, the seafood buffet filled their stomachs, but did not do much for the restaurant's cash register. Jim had gone back to the tables six times, and Anita seven. Her theory was that she was supposed to visit each sea at least once.

Returning home, they sprawled on the sofa, unable to move after so much food. They listened to Anita's favourite music. When their stomachs had finally settled down, each one packed for the next morning's trip, and the bags were stashed by the front door for loading into Jim's van. They were in bed by 11:00, made love for an hour or so, and fell asleep short minutes later. Anita was looking forward to her week off, and Jim was dreaming of his time with his daughter.

Saturday morning they were up by 7:00, finished their shower before 8:00, and out the door a half hour later. It was just a 3-hour drive to Lumby Lake, but Anita wanted to stop at Monashee Summit to try and get some photographs for a project she was starting. Jim had grabbed some sandwich fixings and soft drinks, loaded them in the cooler, and piled their bags into the van. They arrived at the summit just before 11:00, and Anita had quickly surveyed the photographic possibilities. By the time an hour had passed, they had circled the lake and found a small meadow that was being warmed by the full sunshine of the day.

"Damn!" Jim remarked. "If I'd been thinking, I would have brought the cooler. By the time I go there and back, we'll both die of starvation." Well, it was a good excuse to start that diet after the previous night's dinner, he rationalized.

"Dad, don't worry about it. I'm still stuffed from last night. I'd like to go through these shots while we're still here. If I have to reshoot any, I can do that on the way back. If I remember correctly, we're on vacation. So who said we have to follow a schedule? Matter of fact, I thought we didn't even have a schedule" Anita declared. She found some shade under a big old willow and made herself comfortable in the meadow grasses.

Jim laid just behind her so that he could see the camera screen over her shoulder. Some of her shots were amazing to him. She had an eye for composition that he found simply staggering. As she reviewed the pictures, she deleted some that Jim would have kept. But she was the photographer, so he kept quiet. Besides, she'd probably forgotten more about photography than he'd ever learn.

Leaning over his daughter's shoulder, Jim became aware of how close her erogenous earlobe was to his lips, and couldn't resist flicking his tongue over it a few times. Okay, a lot of times. At first, Anita had tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but the more insistent her Dad was with his kisses and licks, the more her resistance dissolved. Within minutes, the camera was turned off and back in her equipment bag, and she had her arms around her lover as she lay back on the cool grass. Several kisses later, she whispered to him that if he didn't stop his advances immediately, she'd rape him right there. Jim's reply was one long, deep kiss that made them both hornier than two hamsters in heat.

Anita pushed her Dad over onto his back, gazed down into his lustful eyes, and declared that if he really wanted to be ravished that bad, he'd better prepare himself. There was no way either one was about to capitulate to the other without a concerted effort first, and the battle was on.

Anita pressed herself to her Dad, pinning him with her beautiful breasts against his chest. He tried to defend himself by slipping his hands under her shirt and up to the underside of her tits. Attempting to lift her up, he found that she had pinned his biceps in her hands, and would squeeze them mercilessly whenever he tried to flex his arms. His strategy of dominance began by rolling both of them over so that Anita was now on her back with her Dad staring down at her, instead of the other way around. She manoeuvred herself so that he was directly above her, then wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed as hard as she could. Jim's only defence was a strong offense, and he launched his retaliation by pushing his groin down hard into hers, mashing their pubic bones together.

Anita determined that direct assault wasn't going to save her, and embarked on a completely divergent tactic. She seduced her Dad right out of his clothes and into her pussy. Between the energy he expended and her feminine wiles, he declared her to be the winner, and let her take the spoils of her victory as she made love to him. It was the best war he'd ever lost.

Returning to the van with their arms around each other, all thoughts of photography escaped Anita's mind. All she wanted was to get to the cabin, rip her Dad's clothes off, and enjoy her victory. They finally arrived at the lodge just before dinner time, checked in, and Jim made them a hasty meal of submarine sandwiches with some ros' wine to wash it down. Afterwards, they wandered down to the private dock of the cabin and gazed at the sunset. It bathed the entire lake with a burst of colour. With twilight upon them, they wandered back to the cabin, then undressed each other, clinging tightly in a lover's embrace.

"Dad," Anita whispered in Jim's ear, "if that wasn't the best day of my life, it was a damned close second. Thank you" then she accented her statement with another deep and passionate kiss that literally curled her Dad's toes.

Jim told her that she was most welcome, not with words, but with his body. Lightly fondling her breasts, he softly twisted and teased her nipples until they became hard little marbles between his thumbs and forefingers. He kissed her passionately, probing and tasting her mouth in every place he could reach. She could feel the hardness and heat of his cock pressed against her abdomen and the wetness it drew from her own pussy. Lifting herself up and forward, she offered her breasts to his hungry mouth, his lips sucking and nibbling her nipples.

In this position, she could feel the tip of his cock against her clit, and started humping herself against it. She slid up and down his manhood, her juices coating his shaft. Slowly easing her vulva over him, she ground her pelvis against his molten meat until his cockhead was at her entrance, then deliberately moved herself down, capturing him in her vagina. Gently she continued to slide down his length until he was buried in her to the hilt. As his cock pushed itself tightly against her engorged clit, Jim both heard and felt her moan of desire.

With slow strokes, he lifted his hips and began to slide in and out of her cunt, syphoning her juices as he withdrew so that they covered his cock, and displacing any that remained unclaimed as he slid back in. She matched his rhythm with her own rocking motions, feeling him fill her to the brim as they made slow and delicate love. The heat of their passion rose, and soon Anita was rocking furiously up and down her Dad's steel-hard cock. She felt the twitch in his cock that informed her over-sexed mind that he was about to fill her with his scalding hot cream. It was enough to push her past that point of no return as his steamy seed coated every part of her cunt. She attempted to extinguish its fire with her own girl-cum.