But I also remembered that, well, that I 'remembered' the trip and subsequent fantasies.I was my turn to stare in shock."Me next!" exclaimed Lynn with...an excited glee."I don't know if I can, Lynn. You're a tougher case. I mean we've been collaborating on erotic stories for, what, two years now - have you ever thought about Billy or I in a sexual way?" No! I mean, no offense but neither of you are my type, and even if you were, Steve, you've made it clear that you are totally gay."Steve set his. "That's right, baby girl, a good hard spanking," he told me, "and maybe you won't get Daddy's cock tonight."I must have had a look of horror on my face, as that was the worst punishment of all. I had been dreaming of Max's cock for eight months now. I have fantasized about Max fucking me in my tight boypussy as he liked to call it. Take my virginity. I started to whimper, and tears began to flow."Please, Daddy. I promise to be a good girl!" I cried, "please, I will take any punishment, but. She had to pull very hard to slide it back out of her body, despite the wetness within herself. It felt so hard up in her gut like that, and she groaned each time she pushed it fully into her gash. Her legs, bent tightly at the knees, fell apart and back onto the floor. Her thigh muscles and tendons sent little signals of aching pain as they were stretched and strained. Her breathing was coming in harsh little gasps and pants, and there were soft little sobs of excitement and dazed pleasure.. . dinner. It was heavy on the beef and other things, but conscious that the average person gains a pound a day on a cruise, I took small portions and left plenty on the plate. Bill, of course, hoovered everything down. Boys will do that with food. If he could have, he probably would have licked the plate.We made idle chit-chat with our table companions, and then, reluctantly, it was time to leave. Mom and Dad were going to some place forward for drinks and a Broadway play. My sister was meeting.