****** A Ski Trip by Rachel Q ******
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A Ski Trip


Every year, my father and I tried to go on a mini-vacation so we could spend
some time together, one-on-one. When I was in high school, he was so busy at
work, and I was busy playing tennis for my school that we really never got to
enjoy each other's company. Don't get me wrong, we saw each other every day,
and my family tried to have dinner together almost every night; only "tried" is
the key word. Most of the time, someone was missing, whether I was playing a
match or Matt was at baseball practice or my father was at work or my mother
was at some charitable meeting. Unfortunately, when we did all make it to the
dinner table, most of the conversations centered around football and politics
and things that just didn't interest me. Basically, that's the reason the trips
began; so my dad and I could spend some more time together.

During the spring break of my sophomore year in high school, my mother
suggested that we go to San Francisco for a few days. The next year, my father
and I went to San Diego, and right after I graduated from high school, he
helped me celebrate my 18th birthday and graduation by taking me to Paris. Did
we have fun? Let's just say I came back with two more suitcases than I left
with.

I was very independent throughout high school; so when I went away to college,
it was really no big deal to me. I got a little homesick, but it was nothing
compared to the feelings of the girls around me. One girl cried for nearly an
hour because she felt so removed and lonely. One great thing about college is
that you get a month off during winter, instead of just two weeks. My father
and I decided to spend one of those weeks in Colorado skiing.

When we got to the hotel, it was gorgeous. The lobby glistened with beautiful
chandeliers and the fireplace had a wonderful sounding crackle. My father went
to check us in while I walked around for a bit. I wandered into the gift shop
and was looking at some watches when I heard my dad calling my name in the
lobby.

"I'm in here," I said, waving my arm.

He walked inside the shop and said, "Come on, Rach. Let's go to the room and
get settled and then you can come back and look at whatever you want."

A bellboy led us to the elevators and took us to the seventh floor. We walked
down the hallway a bit until we reached our room. When we went inside, we were
astonished by how gorgeous the room looked. The bathroom had a clam-shaped
Jacuzzi-style tub and the view from the window was remarkable. The only problem
was that there was only one bed. My dad looked at the bellboy and asked if
there was another room.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but we are completely booked. I can bring you a rollaway if
you'd like one."

"There's nothing else available?" my dad asked.

"No, sir, I'm sorry," the bellboy replied, at which point I interjected, "Don't
worry about it, dad, a rollaway's fine."

And the rollaway was fine. I slept very nicely the first night.

After hitting the slopes the following day, my father and I had dinner
together. It was fun to be able to talk to him about school and things that
were important to me. He asked me if I liked my teachers the first semester and
about guys and so on. I told him that I dated a guy named Tim for about three
months, but ended up breaking up with him after we got a little tired of each
other.

"I mean, dad, we spent so much time together, that we really weren't ever
apart. My friends always joked that Tim and I would never last through
Thanksgiving because we would have to be apart for four days."

"Sounds like you guys were pretty serious."

"We were. We may even get back together when I go back, but I was just thinking
about it just before I came home for Thanksgiving and thought we should take a
break from each other."

"How'd you guys meet?"

"He lives across the hall in the dorm and we just kind of took a liking to each
other the first day. He has the most gorgeous blue eyes and black hair and I
just lusted after him right away. If there's one thing for certain it's that
Tim is super hot. My roommate told me that a lot of the girls in her sorority
were really jealous that I snagged him so quickly."

"Well, I'm sure a lot of his friends wish they could have swept you off your
feet too, Rach. I mean look at you. You're pretty. You're smart. You've got a
great figure. What's not to like? I know if I were in college, I'd go after
you."

"Yeah," I replied, "and from what I have heard from mom and some of her
friends, you probably would have had me in the sack on the first date."

My father chuckled a bit and said, "Oh, they gossip about everything. I was
actually pretty tame throughout college."

"Oh, so you're wild now?" I asked with a grin.

"In certain situations," he replied with a wink.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, for one thing, if I could have sex with a beautiful younger woman, I
would."

"How young?" I asked.

"18, 19, 20. It doesn't really matter. But it would have to be with someone as
beautiful as you, honey."

I couldn't believe our conversation had drifted from my English class to my
father having sex with girls like me. My mom and dad had been pretty open in
the fact that both of them had not been faithful, far from it, but their
marriage had survived. I just couldn't believe my dad was telling me this
stuff. Truth is that I was getting really horny during our conversation and
wondered what it would be like to cross that line with him. I paused for a few
seconds and looked him in the eye.

"Dad," I said, "You say you would have sex with some girl if she were as
beautiful as me. What if she was me?"

Without so much as letting a second pass, my father stared me back in the eye
and said, "Rachel, I don't know if you are asking me this or not, but I think
you are. If you're not, then this is going to sound very bad, but here it
goes." I leaned forward in my seat a bit and my father took a sip of water. He
took a deep breath and said, "Honey, if you wanted to, I would make love to you
tonight."

There was a silence at our table as I tried to comprehend what my dad had just
said. Thoughts filled my head. "Was he joking? He couldn't be. His tone was too
serious when he looked at me. He really would do it then. What about me? What
would it be like? Did I want to have sex with him?" I felt goose-bumps all over
my body when I thought about that question. The silence continued for what
seemed to be minutes, but it probably was just a few seconds. My eyes were
fixed on my plate and on my food. I hadn't even noticed the waiter bringing it.
I hadn't been the most innocent girl in high school or college. Tim and I had
done it on the first date and there had been six guys in high school, but this
was so much different. I don't know if it was because I was really horny or in
the hotel or what, but I looked up at my dad and said, "Okay, I'll do it."
Only, the words didn't come out of my mouth. Nothing came out. It was as if I
had laryngitis.

"What honey?" he said anxiously.

I took a gulp and said, "Okay."

"Okay?" my father said in a loud, excited voice. "Rachel, are you, I mean, oh
my."

My father called the waiter over and gave him a hundred dollar bill. He told
him I wasn't feeling good, apologized, and told him to keep the change.

"Sir, my goodness, can I at least wrap these dishes up; neither of you touched
them."

"No, no; it's fine, really."

I had no idea what the bill would have been, but the tip had to be close to 40
or 50 dollars.

We walked out of the hotel's restaurant and headed towards the elevators
immediately. The elevator ride seemed so long. We didn't even speak. I couldn't
believe that I was minutes away from engaging in one of the most intimate acts
with my father, but it seemed so exciting to me. We walked down the hallway to
our room and unlocked the door with the electronic key. For some reason, we had
to swipe it three times before the door would open. I wondered if that was some
sort of a sign.

"Dad," I said.

"I was thinking the same thing, honey. It's some sort of sign. But Rachel, the
prospect of you letting me make love to you seems magical. I've dreamed about
it, honey. I really have. There's nothing, absolutely nothing more I want than
to be inside you."

The room seemed different as we closed the door behind us. We turned the lights
on and walked to the foot of the bed. My dad started unbuttoning his shirt and
took it off. His chest was so well-defined; I couldn't believe how hard his abs
looked. He got down on his knees and grabbed the bottom of my black dress just
under my knees. He stood up and pulled the dress over my body in the process. I
was standing in front of him, wearing only black panties and a bra. He unzipped
his pants and unbuttoned them. They dropped to the floor immediately. He was
wearing only flannel boxers. The boxers didn't hide his cock's shape at all. It
was rock hard. He reached in between my 34c breasts and unclasped my bra. He
opened it and look astonished when he saw my breast. I looked over at the
clock; bright red numbers illuminated the time 8:33. He touched my nipples and
licked them before taking my bra off completely. I took a step backwards and
fell onto the bed. I scooted up to the headboard. My father smiled and reached
down to grab his boxers. He pulled them over his cock and down his legs. His
cock jetted straight out from his brown forest of pubic hair. His testicles
looked enormous.

"You're so thick," I said.

"Three inches across and six and a half long."

He crawled onto the bed and licked my tan thighs. Then I felt his tongue roll
over my panties. He grabbed the edges in his hand and I instinctively lifted my
hips. He peeled my black panties off, exposing a little pubic hair and then
more. And then, I could feel a gush of cold air as he freed them from my
vagina. He pulled them down my tan legs in no time until they were off of me. I
formed a wide V with my legs. The clock said 8:35 when my father rubbed the
head of his cock against my vaginal lips. He started at the very top of my lips
and rubbed it up and down. He pushed it against me a little bit even though he
was too high. Then he took one of his hands and brought it down against my
vagina. He slipped a finger inside my love hole and said, "Oooooooh sweetie.
OOOOOO honey. I wanted to feel how tight you are before I slip inside. Can you
believe I'm going to be inside of you?"

I really couldn't. His finger felt thick inside me and I saw his dick. It was
big. I couldn't believe we were doing this. A rush came over me. I was seconds
away from having my father's penis inside my vagina. I looked at the clock, 8:
36.

Then he reached down and positioned his penis in between my vaginal lips. My
vagina widened as he slid the head inside. He let out a huge moan and started
sliding the shaft inside. My vagina really had to stretch to take him inside.
He kept sliding in until he was all the way in me. I wrapped my legs around the
small of his back and pulled him against me. Our pubic hair grinded together as
we started to fuck. I had never had a bigger cock. His penis was huge.

I cannot describe the thoughts running through my mind as my father continued
to fuck me. It was so weird, but it felt so good.

"You're so tight, Rachel. You feel so good." He echoed those words numerous
times between our groans and moans.

He started to increase his thrusts. I knew he was close to cumming, so I ran my
fingers down his back and grabbed his ass and squeezed. I felt the head of his
penis start to expand inside me and looked at the clock to my right. 8:59. I
felt one last long hard thrust and then my father collapsed onto me. His cock
stared jerking for a few seconds before growing calm. His warm sperm jetted
against the walls of my vagina.

He laid on top of me like that for nearly ten minutes before pulling his penis
out of my vagina.

We didn't ski that much the next couple days.


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A work of fiction.