A weekend away.
Disclaimer.
This story is a mixture of real events and fiction, all characters exist and are over the age of eighteen. The holiday resort described also exists although the events of this story take place across several visits and several of their locations and not just the one described. Names and personal details are changed.
Friday.
I arrived later than usual, just after six pm. Dad would have arrived at least a couple of hours earlier. His car was parked between a couple of trees, the bike carry rack on the back empty, so he'd already taken our two bikes up to the cabin as the resort management suggested should be done.
I'd had a busy day, in fact I'd had a busy week, so this cabin in the woods weekend break was more than welcome. Grabbing my holdall bag and my shoulder bag, I locked my car and made my way up the leaf covered track to the cabin.
'Hi Dad, I'm here!' I called as I fumbled my way in through the door.
'Hi sweetheart, I'm in the kitchen!' Came dad's answering call.
These cabin breaks were a regular thing for my dad and me. The resort consists of log cabins, discreetly positioned amongst the trees, each with it's own parking, and with facilities like a wonderful hot tub on the surrounding decking. We'd been doing this for a few years, the company has locations all over the country and we'd been to several, but this was our favourite, just a couple of hours drive from home. It had the best cycle tracks through the forest and a lot of the trees stayed green and provided shelter and privacy even as the others dropped their leaves. It was mid November, the leaves were falling, the colours were autumnal, the evening temperatures were dropping, it was lovely.
My dad, in his early sixties, fit and reasonably healthy, although he was finally admitting that age was starting to catch up with him. Me, in my mid twenties, single, unattached. Except to my dad.
My mother passed away when I was a child, leaving dad to raise me and my older sister. He had help, my mother's parents lived locally and did all they could, which was a lot, but Dad was the central figure of my life growing up and I love him unconditionally.
Dad had brought the evening's food, pizza and fries, with salad, followed by apple pie and cream, my favourite. After we'd finished eating we broke out the wine. A nice white wine, chardonnay probably, although I didn't really take much notice of the label.
We sat and drank and chatted, just killing time really until we felt it safe to use the hot tub, we never used it immediately after eating, we both knew that wasn't a good idea.
Eventually we decided it was time enough. Dad lit up the log burning stove in the lounge area while I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Dressing in the provided bathrobe I went back into the kitchen as dad took his turn in the shower. I took out the provided plastic champagne flutes, for use in the hot tub, and opened a bottle of nicely chilled champers, no rubbish for us!
When dad came out of the bathroom also dressed in a bathrobe, we went outside together to open up the hot tub, the little yellow rubber duck sat on the lid indicating that it had been refilled and serviced that morning. As we lifted the lid up and off the tub the steam rose as a couple of leaves drifted down from the surrounding trees. Dad turned on the tub's multi coloured lights and jet function, hung his bathrobe on a hook and climbed in as I went and fetched the bubbly and glasses.
Handing the champagne and glasses to dad, I hung my robe next to dad's and climbed the steps to enter the tub.
Dad wolf whistled me, he always does, showing his never ending appreciation for my naked body. I like to keep in shape, I'm kind of skinny but have reasonable shape, 'b cup' boobs and dad says a nice ass.
I never hide my body from dad, I never have, and he reciprocates. Being naked together is the norm. I'm sure many people would consider that very strange, perverted even, but both my older sister and myself have never felt that way. Our mutual nudity started on the beach, being topless on the beach is the absolute norm on warm European beaches and complete nudity not uncommon on many. I've always gone topless on the beach, nude where allowed so taking that next small step to being casually nude around my dad was nothing really.
Having settled down in the tub we poured the champagne and enjoyed the ambiance. A gentle cold breeze, a few falling leaves to be scooped out of the water, steam rising from the water, reflecting the changing colour of the lights in the tub. Around us we could hear the noises of the forest, the gentle hooting of an owl and in the distance the barking of a fox, or maybe the calling of deer. Also, a little closer, people laughing, no doubt most of the cabin hot tubs were in use. Some of the cabins had multiple bedrooms and huge tubs, two, three, and even four couples would occupy the larger cabins during the weeks when families with children were scarce, we had occasionally seen what those groups got up to, had even once or twice been invited to join them, not that we had done so. Dad and I were ok on our own.
The wine finally got to my bladder, I needed to pee. Climbing out of the tub I stood by the wooden fence surrounding the decking, lifted one foot up onto the rail and let my flow commence. I peed out onto the forest floor, dad watching from the tub. It was a very deliberate act on my part, I didn't want to go back into the cabin and use the bathroom and I knew how much my dad liked watching me pee, it was one of our little 'pervs'.
When my flow stopped I commented on how cold it was out of the tub, dad replied that I'd better get back in then! I climbed back in, but instead of sitting opposite dad I sat on his lap.
"Hello daddy!"
"Hello darling girl."
With my arms around his back I snuggled into him, kissing his neck and ears as he hugged me to him.
"I love you daddy."
"I love you more!"
"I doubt that!"
I showed him how much I loved him by raising myself up and positioning my right breast in his face. He drew my nipple into his mouth.
My moaning as my father sucked and licked my nipple could have drawn attention, anywhere else, but we could both hear what was happening elsewhere in the near vicinity, my glee was nothing compared to what others were obviously feeling, but I'd soon change that.
As older teenagers my sister and I had seduced our dad. He had been obviously needy and we had been just as obviously horny, so we'd taken matters into our own hands, and mouths, and pussies! We'd sexed our dad into near oblivion one holiday in Spain, and we hadn't and still didn't regret a second of it.
My mum had passed away when my sister and I were very young, dad raised us, admittedly with help, and once we were old enough to give something back, that's exactly what we did.
I switched to my left breast as I also squirmed around on his lap, feeling for his hardness which I desperately needed inside me.
Dad is not some porn actor with a chemically enhanced cock, he is bigger than average though, so when I quickly found his growing seven inch penis I was more than happy.
Positioning myself carefully I lowered myself down onto my father's upright penis which I was now holding in position. That first feeling of being filled by his cock always sends shivers throughout my body, the sheer pleasure is indescribable.
I've had a few partners, mostly around my own age, but no-one has ever measured up to my own father. Sure, one had a much bigger dick, one was a professional athlete and super fit, but dad was the best and the fact that our relationship was so unorthodox just added to the fun. Sex with dad is fun, dirty, and totally safe.
Unfortunately being in the hot tub isn't the best place for sex, as long as we both remained relatively still it worked, but wet plastic seating and nowhere to put my knees so I could ride him in comfort doesn't really work.
I ground myself down on him for a few minutes but we both knew that we'd need to go indoors if we meant to continue, and let's face it, we had both come away with exactly this in mind.
Getting up and feeling very empty, I climbed out of the tub and made my way back into the cabin and into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and did my best to empty my bowels, filling them up again would come shortly!
I gave myself a good clean, I knew that dad would be going down on me and one of his favourite sayings was "I want to taste you, not your soap!" So I didn't use any. Heading down back to the lounge I picked up a tube of personal lubrication.
As expected, going back into the lounge area I found dad sat on the sofa waiting for me. Unlike myself, dad had put on his bathrobe, mine was still on the hook outside. I slowly walked across the room, knelt in front of my sitting father and opened his robe. He quietly groaned as I took hold of his now flaccid penis and sucked it into my mouth. I licked and sucked for a few moments before lifting my head and looking him straight in the eyes as I gripped his rapidly growing cock and pulled down his foreskin. This was one of my favourite parts, licking the flesh under his foreskin, it always made him groan so loudly.
A few minutes of my oral ministrations and dad was at full mast, seven inches of rock hard cock, I couldn't wait any longer as I climbed up and mounted him. This was what I was here for, this was what I craved, to fuck my darling dad!
Riding my dad, grinding myself down onto his erection as he leaned into me and suckled my breasts is one of the best feelings in life. I know of one even better though, and I knew that my father would initiate that any moment now. I was right, leaning sharply over to his right he pulled me with him and turned us over so that now it was me laid on the sofa with him above me. He pulled out of me, leaving me bereft, but not for long.
Dad gripped me behind my knees, pulled me towards him and then pushed my legs up and open. I was bare and open to my father's gaze, my smoothly shaved sex ready and willing for what was about to happen.
I'm sure my moan could be heard in the nearby cabins as dad's mouth clamped on my vagina, his tongue pushing its way into me. I find it difficult, impossible even to maintain any sense of decorum or lady like behaviour and language when I'm in this position, I screamed my pleasure!
My body takes on a life of it's own, completely independent of my mind, as it vibrates and spasms out of control as my father drives me near insane with his oral skills. My mouth is out of control as well, I can't help it as I use foul language to encourage him. 'Fuck me with your tongue', 'eat my cunt', are some of the milder things I scream at him. I hook my hands around my drawn up knees and pull myself up just that bit higher and my moan drops several octaves as dad's tongue finds my most private place, the place dad calls my 'star entrance'.
Dad licking my ass hole takes me to another level. My orgasms are sweeping through me and I'm like a woman possessed.
