I tend to go to a new vacation spot each year, but this year I decided to go back to Skyville. I had enjoyed my first stay there fifteen-odd years ago, but had not felt it was anything special. This past year, my memories of the place seemed tinged with a certain something — a sort of unusual calm, maybe — that made me want to return.

Skyville is a town nestled at the head of a valley among some mountains, or perhaps they could better be called high hills. It features some great hiking trails and a series of connected small lakes for canoeing, but not too much else. There were some local restaurants and bars, and there was something about their atmosphere that seemed especially appealing in retrospect.  (more…)

When I turned 13 years old I was beginning to fill out. I would look at my body and be satisfied that it looked good. I began feeling urges. I let my next door neighbor boy who was also 13 fuck me but it was not what I thought it would be.
My daddy could do anything, he could fix anything, he was strong and handsome and all the neighbor women always looked at my dad with lust in their eyes. It made me jealous and mad. After trying sex with the neighbor boy I was frustrated. I couldn’t image sex with anyone but my daddy. Other boys did not interest me, all I could think of was daddy’s strong body on top of me. Once I saw daddy sleeping on his bed, the door to his room was open and I saw his cock, it was so big and hard looking. It was bobbing up and down; I just wanted to sit on it and pump my little ass on it till I screamed. I would dream of doing this after seeing his cock that day.   (more…)

“Mmmmm…daddy, it feels so good,” Josie said finally breaking off her french kissing “can you push your cock in me deeper? Please daddy, please?”

“I’ll try pumpkin” Robert replied, drawing back then returning his cock into the taut slickness of Josie’s pussy. He wanted to pund her, make her yelp with ecstacy but this wasn’t going to be a 2 minute quickie. He wanted his daughter to experience all he could give her. “Uhhhh! There baby…daddy’s fucking you deeper now huh?”

“Oh yes. Yes daddy. I love it, love you, love this!” (more…)

“Please Daddy?” I asked. From the stories I had heard, this was a favorite fantasy of young boys. But sometimes a nightmare for their girlfriends. Only I had turned the tables on Daddy; and instead of a pimply teenaged boy trying to “sneak” a feel of me, I was trying to sneak a feel of my father.

I had already progressed further than I thought I would at the beginning. Perhaps because it was a teenage fantasy, and my father was almost as caught up in it as I was. Here I was, half naked on my own father’s bed, with Daddy’s pants down, and his thick nine-inch prick in my hand, while I tried to rub the slippery head against my equally slippery crack. (more…)

For my twelth birthday, Momma had Daddy give me a present I had been wanting since I was three years old. My very own baby. After my birthday party was over, and everyone had left, Daddy came to my room, where I was undressing, and spoke to me.

“Uh, Princess?”

I always melt inside, when Daddy calls me his “princess.”  (more…)

I’m going to be late again. Daddy hates it when I’m late. I try to be to be the good girl Daddy likes. My big brother punishes me along with Daddy. I’m 15 and still get spanked if I’ve been bad. My brother, Mike, fucks me while Daddy watches. I walk up the drive to see Daddy standing at the door. “Your late.”

I cringe at the tone of his voice. I know that tone. It’s the tone he uses when he is going to punish me. I don’t like to be punished. I try to be good, but I always do something wrong. I stand in front of Daddy and stare at his chest. He doesn’t like for me to look him in the face when I’ve been bad. “Get on your hands and knees,” he says.  (more…)

I returned to the bedroom where Christine was still tied up to the bed. She was just lying there quietly waiting for me to return. I know she was shocked by what I had my friends do to her, but deep down I knew she loved it. She looked up at me asking in a voice almost ready to begin sobbing, “Why Daddy…why did you let your friends do that to me?”

I answered, “because I thought you where my slut only.” “You kept teasing me in front of everyone and I got mad.” “Wouldn’t you rather have my cock, kitten?”  (more…)

She opens the door quietly, trying to sneak into the house after her curfew. She had lost track of time in her boyfriend’s car, kissing, letting him finger her cunt, his lips on her breasts; sucking his cock. Her panties were still wet. As she walks into the kitchen, darkness surrounded her. Suddenly someone grabs her from behind, holding her wrists and pressing her against the wall. “coming in a little late, aren’t we?” her father’s voice fills her ear. A shock of arousal shoots through her, which she quickly tames. “sorry daddy.. I lost track of time..” she trails off. “sucking your boyfriend off again, sweetie?” her daddy growls, anger singing his voice.

Her had caught her twice now, giving her boyfriend a blowjob. Once, in her room when she had thought no one else to be home, and once when they had decided to have a little make-out session in his car, in her driveway— (more…)

“Daddy, I’m home… It’s your daughter… Daddy.. are you here? Daddy, where are you… are you upstairs? Hello… Hello… are you in your room?… Daddy?…”
“Shit Susie! Don’t you knock?”

“Oh Daddy you’re beating off… Oh Daddy don’t stop. I want to watch you… God… Your sooo big. Much bigger than the guys at school.”

“Oh so you’re fucking guys at that college. Is that what I’m paying for?”

“No Daddy I’m really studying hard.” (more…)

I always looked at my father with respect and love, never realising that my love for him went further than society allowed. Playing games and fooling around always involved touching and grabbing, no matter who it was, but as I got older, the touches seemed different somehow. After high school, I continued to live at home, going to the local junior college. Mom and Dad both worked, so lots of days were all mine at home.One day, I was just home from school, and relaxing in the back yard. I had a drink and a book, lots of southern sunshine and a gentle breeze. I was lost in my book, sunning myself in next to no clothes. I had a small pair of shorts on, and a loose tied top that somehow had come untied and fallen off my 38-C breasts. My soft, pale skin soaked up the warmth of the sun from the top of my five foot two head to my long tender toes. (more…)