Inn C’est: stay & cum family fun;20

There was a banner up at reception, it wasn't our full opening, not until the new units and spa were built and open next spring. But it was the first week all four of the complete cottages were to be let out. At a deeply discounted price as the guests all knew it was, well, all new.

This is the first story from our Guest Chronicles...

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"Oh, I have been told that I am to say Dad's 50th at Bay View." I spoke at and looked into the camera at the gate control.

"We are expecting you! Happy Birthday Dad 50 and welcome! Look for the banner and balloons at reception." With an electric whine and mechanical clank the gate opened. It's was, I suppose, like untying the string on what was, after all, my 50th birthday present from my daughter.

The view opened up with the gate, a gently sweeping slope down to a pretty looking sandy beach. To the right a little way down was the reception with, indeed, banner and some balloons outside. Behind that a chic looking house and below at regular intervals were four smart single story cottages. Whichever was for us, Bay View could suit all of them.

As I drove down I could read the banner; "Welcome to all our guests here to realize your dreams at The Inn C'Est La Rêverie Resort". Hmm... my schoolboy French wondered if "La Rêverie" should come before Inn, but then was that... oh fuck I thought to myself; put the pedant teacher away, everyone mixes up all sorts of words and phrases these days. Well a straightforwardly prosaic English name wouldn't sound half as romantic as some Anglo-French mash up.

But there was quite a suggestive tone to the name... was it just my inveterate dirty mind just adding a naughty twist. Then I saw the demarcation control point: "Adults Only Resort; Clothing Optional Beyond this Point." There were then, in smaller text, some rules reinforcing that, like only proceed with prior permission, no cameras, don't go past if offended, etc. But my mind was already whirring off... what exactly was my daughter signing me up for, I wondered, hoped, feared all at once.

With a flush of excitement I hoped that suggestive name meant that she wanted to... then I shook my head with shame and tried to slam the lid back down, as I always had in the real world, slam it firmly back down on my depraved dreams and desires. But it wouldn't shut, not after that banner and then the clothing sigh.

Because oh how it stirred some powerful dreams and, especially, dark desires I would oh so love to realize. A mix of conscience, probity and a crippling self doubt about being found out had kept that naughty me deeply suppressed, at least out in the real world.

But with that name on the banner and now that sign some long suppressed, very deeply repressed, deeply dirty ideas danced manically in my mind. Well to be honest as thoughts they were never that far away, so was this really a place for dreams, my saucy, naughty dreams? I knew I had absolutely kept that more depraved part of me hidden from my dear, darling little girl, however, so surely it was just that this was a lovely looking place booked due too an eye catching 66% opening discount.

Well, my little girl was not so little now as she had turned 21 a few weeks ago. This was a joint birthday getaway to mark our two milestones and the life changes and they symbolized for both of us. Maybe she too had some dirty desires of my own, my sweet little girl was, after all, her daddy's daughter. My mind was spinning wildly as I walked into reception. A tall, well built guy and a beautiful, full figured women walked up to greet me. Both were a few years south of me and looking good on it, spectacularly so as they were both quite wonderfully, unabashedly naked.

Shit but my heart skipped a bit as my cock began to really stiffen. "Hello Mr Dad 50, I am known as sweetie and this is my sister, babe, both co-owners here. Welcome to our and we hope you Inn C'Est." Oh fuck yeah, I had a mental image of these two fucking. "Where we are all here to help make your stay as memorable as you and your daughter dreams and desires could wish." The bloke said as they offered to shake my hand, not looking or sounding like a sweetie but a hung hunk. And his sister a ripe and ready fuck lovely... both at it in my whirlpool mind.

Oh, still my beating heart, my racing thoughts that my little girl really isn't so little anymore. Does she know me more than I think she should or even could? But how could she know things I just hadn't ever told anyone in my real world? Well... a little flicker sparked in me, but that wasn't the real me, just some online fantasy me I had created to relieve and express my dark inner self. That me, the "CockRobins75" couldn't be here, the raging exhibitionist, naked selfie sharing, voyeuristic dirty, depraved dream sharing avatar of me was just two online strangers playing out in an online, unreal fantasy. That dream world me I kept shut in and away from my real world life when the laptop lid closed.

And yet here, large as life, were two characters straight out of "CockRobins75" world rather than mine. Two beautiful, naked people, oh fuck both babe and sweetie looked stunning, but the guy, oh the guy... I knew I was bi but not since my fresher days with my roommate had I actually let myself be so. But oh... the way a shiny steel weight made his balls hang low, swaying seductively, his cock thickening if not fully hard. Well, it was all making my cock harden as my mind blurred in a whirl as my pulse raced away.

"Oh, wow, um, yes, hi, thanks, um, sweetie, babe." I returned the handshake, unable to stop my eyes fixing on babes lovely tits as they jiggled but then I noticed an incipient glistening to her pretty cunt. Fuck, I could feel my face burning like the sun as my thin summer shorts suddenly stuck out. "Oh, gosh, yes, is, um, is my daughter here already?" She had been away seeing an old school friend as part of her 21st and had made her own way here.

"Oh yes, Mr Dad 50 she is, they were, are, both so excited and can't wait to see you." Babe's smile could melt the coldest heart, how the hell did sweetie not just fuck her? Well, they were clearly unabashed by the whole nudity thing. I shook my head to clear it and to still my racing, pounding heart. "To really see you as I am sure you are keen to be seen and indeed, see them... oh, how wonderful!" Her eyes twinkled naughtily as he eyes stared at my now softening crotch bulge and even more obvious wet stain. I managed to blush anew at my spontaneous cum.

It was a long, long time since I had seen a woman naked, at least in the flesh and not online. Even longer since seeing another guy. But absence doesn't lessen the impact, in fact it accentuates it. As she was speaking I had just had to cum, shooting a sticky load into my jocks. The sight and the thoughts stirred by that handsome man and gorgeous fucking bitch was just too much after my ten year drought for me.

"Oh Mr 'Dad 50'! Let's just hope that's the first of many!" Babe's said with a delighted grin as the dark stain spread on my light summer shorts. She wasn't in the least shocked, offended or in any way making me feel I should be embarrassed. Much rather, she seemed genuinely delighted by my, err, outburst.

"We are here to make your dreams real!" Sweetie added. "All your dreams we hope. Would you like a cooling drink?" He turned to a fridge with a selection of sodas, I did indeed need to cool down as my face burned with shame.

"Cola thanks. Oh, gosh, sorry, so sorry that hasn't ever... well, not in front of... well, not for a very, very, oh sorry... oh, I am so sorry, I... I... phew, thanks." I was actually glad to reach for the cola can, the sudden cold in my hand served as a little shock to my riled, raddled, aroused, shamed soul. Well, how much more obvious could I be about wanting to fuck them than just cumming in my fucking jocks like some horny 15 year old hiding in the bushes as he watched the neighbors fucking... but now I was 50 and mortified.

"Oh sir, really there is no need to apologize at all in fact we take it as a compliment!" Sweetie said with a genuine, disarming smile that eased my racing, embarrassed mind a little. But fuck the way his weighted balls hung and swung was making me so fucking horny. l hadn't felt about a man like this since first seeing my roomie fresh out the shower in the privacy of our room at Uni. Well, l soon after wasn't just looking at him.

"You can change here if you wish or you can take... oh l nearly forgot!" Babe. "They both chose to strip here rather than go to the cottage and, Well, in the excitement and everything left their clothes, could you take them down." She scooped up and passed me a black back, I frowned as I looked in but yes, there were most obviously two sets of girls summer, so not that much cloth, summer clothes. Most clearly, a white and a black bra on top. Two? Who else?

"They? Both? Two? Strip? Ready? Excitement? Of...?" I stuttered out staccato questions, this place again throwing me off balance in a way I hadn't been since... well, ever. My daughter and her mystery friend were waiting for me down at the cottage? And naked. In excitement for... everything? Oh. Fuck. Dreams do come true, or could that really be cum true?

"Oh wow it really is a surprise for you, they didn't say we weren't to say, but then they were all abuzz and very girly giggly, bless them." Sweetie looked concerned. "I hope we haven't blown their delicious, delightful surprise for you."

"Their surprise? For me?" I shook my head again and took a big, cold shot out the can. "So my daughter was with someone?" Fuck, I thought, that was just what they had said and I have the two bras in my hand. Again I shook my head to try and still the hot and horny thoughts galloping around.

"Yes, another lovely buxom young lady I would guess the same age. She, the other one, said it would be hard not to call you Mr. Robins and, well, it had them in fits of giggles." Babe answered, looking so damned wanton, alluringly fuckable and nakedly available. What must she think, me cumming just like that? But oh God she must know, surely, that most guys and many gals just want to have sex with her looking like that!? "We don't have you or your daughter booked in that name though." She added.

"Mr. Robins, no that's my av... oh fuck.!" I felt the blood drain from my face. I wasn't Mr. Robins in real life, in flesh and blood. I was a respected, respectable 50 year old high school teacher, a doting single dad. Oh, and long time committed carer slowly, so slowly and always painfully but ever more successfully helping rehabilitate my car crash victim daughter. That self denying me of the last solo, celibate ten years. That me wasn't the Mr. Robins avatar of my last 3 years.

No, none of that real world "me" was Mr. Robins and no one in this real world knew me as such. Or so I thought. But the locked away, hidden part of me had for almost 3 years now been CockRobins75, or as Flirty Fi or FresherFifi04 called me, Mr Robins.

But I didn't know a Fiona who could be the fabulously filthy fantasy Flirty Fi. And l didn't think she knew a Fiona either but now she was taking ever more of her independence maybe I no longer knew all her friends.

"Umm, no, I am not, no no one I know, oh fuck... yes, may I sit down?" Was it also the excitement of expectation or the terror trepidation that hit me? My mind, well, Mr. Robins', had raced ahead to one, well, some, no, many of my dreams coming true. Dreams and desires of such depravity I hadn't even let myself dwell in them until, well, my little girl dressed up in high heels for her 18th. I collapsed down into the seat. "No one knows." I muttered to myself.

Except, except filthy Flirty Fifi. She knew. We had shared my, no, our debauched desires with the viscerally explicit selfie nudes and videos, she had kept her face hidden but latterly I hadn't worried about that. We had thoroughly shared our disgustingly debased desires in exhibitionist, voyeuristic masturbatory reality, time after time these last three years. But as an online avatar fantasy and absolutely not, ever, never the real world I thought I lived in.

But here, in front of these two lovely, louche, naked people, had my two worlds collided? But if they had this seemed the perfect place... but how? Hadn't Fi and I connected completely anonymously or, oh fuck after all this time I couldn't remember how. But how would they, how could that link up with my daughter in the here and now? None of it made any sense.

"I hope you are ok, it seems we surprised you, shocked you and we didn't mean to, we assumed you knew, that you and your daughter would be here to, well." Babe shrugged "Our name gives a hint. We thought you knew, for sure she didn't say you didn't, if that makes sense."

"Um, oh, yes, I guess, my daughter knows I want... but... how does she know I do?" I looked up at them. "Do you?" I asked. They both laughed.

"Yes, of course, look at her, how can I not? Of course my sister and I fuck, we fuck most days, yes, if we don't it's because our mum, dad or my son or her daughter fucked us out for the day." The guy said, quite straightforward and matter of fact about it, what had been a disgusting desire gnawing away at me these last High Heels years. Then the full scope of what he said hit me.

"Wow, both your parents and a kid each? Three generations? All three, I mean do you all... together?" Now I wasn't sounding or being judgmental, they were open and honest with me about something I had never been open and honest about. I was excited to hear, to feel I was in like minded company, for real, at last.

"Oh we all fuck together, yes, often, of course, everyone wants to really and it's absolutely wonderful, beyond wonderful to do so and it's why we set this place up." Babe explained. "It's why we are booked up two years ahead, it's why your daughter said she booked this place for your birthday getaway. We assumed you were in on it. Sorry if we upset some surprise or something."

"Becky said that... oh my, I guess my little girl really has grown up." I too, another sip of cola, my heart and mind weren't racing quite so much now. If my inner pervert was being outed, it was in like minded company and not, say, at my school which would blow my life and career apart. "Everyone wants to?"

"Of course, it's only natural to want to fully express your love for those you love. And you girl, well she seems a truly delightful young woman. She briefly explained about a bad car crash, how her mum's DUI driving left you and her alone, with her needing years and years of hard recuperation. How you devoted yourself to that, helping her learn to... well pretty much to do and learn everything again." Sweetie replied.

"She got, we got, quite emotional hearing it. It must have been tough. She said you were alone for years and she wanted to... well, bring you some here for both your special birthdays." Babe added. "And with the worst behind you now it's time for some fun father-daughter time "

"Tough. Hell yes. Becky was being kind like she always is, I guess, it wasn't the crash that left the two of us alone. Her mum was driving, high as a fucking kite, again, our girl in the back not in a seat or belt or anything. The bitch walked away from the crash OK, heard the words "years of recovery" and walked away for good, from both of us." I gave a bitter laugh. "Leave me, fine. But she left our daughter as well." I stared down at the floor, the years had lessened the anger but not the pain.

"Fuck, that unbelievable." They both said together.

"Almost as unbelievable as what I seem to have walked into here." I looked up at them and was glad to feel a little of the bitterness wash away as I admired their lovely naked bodies. "But I guess, well it sure seems things may be looking up a bit now." I added, sitting up and letting Mr. Robins out just a little bit as I ogled this openly incestuous couple. "So she had a friend with her, Fi... Fiona?"

"No. Phoebe." Babe replied and I fell back in the chair with the wind knocked out of me. Fi... for Phoebe not fucking Fiona. A didn't know a Fiona. But I knew a Phoebe. And oh how I had more than wished to know her better just like I did my baby... as had all too viscerally told Fi. Told her? Told my daughter? How.

"Oh. Shit. But good shit." I exclaimed in wonder, hopefully I thought, like two depraved dreams come true after three years of filthy fantasy. "Yeah, good, good shit. I hope. If it's not wrong to hope that..." I let it hang, not wanting to add 'fuck my baby girl and her buxom bestie, me ex-pupil.'

"You know Phoebe?" Sweetie asked. "She was a fine looking girl but seemed so... well, reminded me of my niece, Izzy, you will meet her. The kind of young woman you appreciate more the longer you spend with them."

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah for sure." I said, realizing I sounded like the dirty old school teacher I had always kept hidden away. "One of my best pupils, same age as Becky and they became besties. Jeez one day I just realized..." I looked round at them, they had told me a pretty full on fact about them, could I really just be like that, my true self?

"You were getting a hard on thinking about her?" Babe suggested.

"Yes. That obvious?"

"No, you also have a hard on right now!" Sweetie laughed, pointedly stroking his own now erect cock as he nodded at my renewed but now damp crotch bulge. "Why don't you slip out of your clothes and really get into the vibe here?" He suggested with a twinkle in his eye.

"You know you want to, you really, really want to be..." Babe slinkily stepped over so she was a just a foot or so away, her gorgeous cunt level with my eyes. "That loving, denying dad, that, bad, repressed teacher. Be your Mr. Robins?!"

"Oh fuck, you people, this place, I..." Slowly I saw my hand reach up, a finger tentatively brushed her glistening labia and as it did, she stepped up so that my finger probed in. For the first time in too many years I felt the welcome warmth of a woman around me. Yes, only a finger and not my cock, but for the first time in years I could properly feel a woman.

"Oh Mr. Robins you are a bad, bad teacher." She said the words I had long dreaded but really wanted to hear in the way I had long wanted to hear. The chair skidded back as I stood up, trying to both rip off my T-shirt and step out of my shorts at the same time.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I cried out.

"Well Mr. Robins, make yourself ready and hurry on down to Bay View." Babe stepped back with a broad smile on her face, turned to her brother and caught the key he tossed over and in one motion passed it to a now naked me.

"Enjoy yourself Mr. Robins and if there is anything, and I mean anything, my sister and I can do to make your stay even more memorable, don't hesitate to ask." Sweetie said, taking his sisters hand.

"Oh fuck!" I felt myself smile, really smile like I hadn't for a long, long time. "I would love to see you... oh am sure I will, I hope there is and I certainly will!" I stopped my voyeur short as tossed the key in my hand, swooped up my and their clothes and strode out. I was able to at last release my rampant exhibitionist and enjoy my nudity out and open. All with the added thrill it seemed likely l could soon let off the leash my incestuous father and licentious teacher.

As I drove down from reception I came down from my excited febrile state in reception. I stopped half way down as the insecurities, the doubts and the fears resurfaced. I sat there, naked in a car for the first time with a still expectant, stiff cock, mind off racing wildly again. Then the phone rang.

"Hi Be... uh umm ... Becky." I answered, having to clear my throat I felt so nervous, like I hadn't been since those days after the crash when calls from the hospital were just so dreadfully worrying.

"Hi dad! We can see you parked up. We are waiting for you all... well, all ready, what's the delay." She sounded excited, or was that my imagination?

"I, um, oh Becky I think I may have got, um, I may, I know I have surely been stupid. You know me. How I can get carried away." I looked down at my stiff cock. How did I get to be sat in my car like this thinking it was OK to fuck my daughter? To even have the thought to do that, let alone be here, now, like this.

"Oh we got all giddy and shit as well, oh for sure, but aren't babe and sweetie just, well, just so wonderful, like the way they, phew, get you all well, all phewee but then put you at ease." She gave a laugh like I hadn't really heard... was it a dirty, naughty laugh. "They had us naked like them in no time. How about you? We still are dad. Naked that is, well almost naked, nearly but not quite naked. Waiting for you. Do hurry."

"Oh Becky yes, they did. I am, naked too. Oh fuck it Becky I think..."

"Dad!" She snapped, as she often had over the years. "Don't think. Do." It was quote I had thrown at her many, many times during all that painful rehabilitation, now it was her turn to use it on me.

I laughed out loud, remembering the moment we were watching the film it came from and she had shrieked in surprise, having thought it was an original of mine

That was back when she was my little girl, my broken little girl for so, so long. Then three years ago when she had, for the first time, put on a proper grown up make up, a gorgeous going out party dress and put real heels on for for the first time ever. All for a joint 18th bash with some friends... well something changed. She went to her room my cute little girl, came out her own gorgeous, high heels woman. That fired the spark and soon after CockRobins75 was born in my search for an outlet for the deep, powerful desires that, especially those heels, triggered in me.

"Do, Becky, do?" I gave another laugh, took a breath. "Nearly naked... like... how nearly?"

"Like a corset, heels, stockings and suspenders for me, all black of course." Oh fuck, that sounded perfect, perfectly, wonderfully perverted and somehow she made the "all black of course" just sound so natural. But she shouldn't ever know that about me? "And well... our special guest is just a very, very naughty schoolgirl kept back after class for being so very, very bad." My daughter replied, I gave out a groan as she detailed two of my most powerful fantasies, which Mr. Robins and Fi had played out many times. Back at that 18th bash to pin it down to one thing, it was the heels that did it for. For years it seemed impossible she could ever manage heels and then, when she did, well, just wow, a thousand times wow. Heels always had been a scorching hot spot that for me after walking in on mum before some party bash years ago. She had been sat on the bed, dress ruffled up buckling herself in to some slinky high heels over sheer dark stockings and a flash of silky black suspenders. Some things you never forget.

"Oh Becky, oh my Becky, how, how do, how do you know?" I asked stutteringly.

"We can explain dad, just get here and after we, oh dad after we make love we can explain." Well, there, as she said it the doubt rushed out of me. This wasn't the place, this wasn't the time for doubt and restraint anymore. Three years, no ten years, no all fucking fifty years of that was done. I slammed the car into gear and hit the gas. "Oh yes dad!" I heard Becky say as the call ended.

In a few seconds I was down to Bay View, out the car and striding purposefully to the door as it swung open.

"Well it's nice to see you too Mr. Robins!" Phoebe looked down at my stiff cock poking out from a thick clump of greying pubes. "But you are late for class, Mr. Robins, what a bad teacher for keeping us waiting, for so long, oh you are so long, Mr. Robins." She said so suggestively staring at my cock, being a bit kind as it wasn't that long. She stood in the doorway In a sultry skimpy, slinky sexy parody of a schoolgirl uniform. It suited her fine, fuller figure, accentuating her generous curves in all the right places with a bare minimum of cover. Her eyes twinkled naughtily as she swatted a riding crop into one hand. Fuck I hadn't seen her since she left school three years ago... or had I? Had I been seeing some of her, the bits I had always wanted to see as filthy, flirty Fi?

"Oh, I... oh, oh my!" I gasped as I caught sight of Becky behind her, wearing considerably less with in heels, black bodice, stockings and suspenders. Like when she came out dressed for that 18th do three years earlier, I was lost for words and must have been showing my lust.

"Well dad, now I can see what you were really thinking when I got you High Heels Look." She walked up to me, still a bit stiff and awkward form her injuries, eyes also fixed on my cock. I had had to fight hard to get the compensation money be released to pay for some top flight physiotherapist and other rehabilitation experts, plus all the kit, but this was why. She could be herself, yes she would always have the scars and set off metal detectors at air ports, but she could be a version of herself now despite the crash, no long just a crash victim.

"Oh yes!" I said, realizing I was ogling my daughters skimpily but teasingly dressed body. With the paid help I hadn't needed to embarrass her giving personal care and hadn't really seen her like this, well ever. Outside my imagination that is, since the triggering by the heels, oh, the heels to me like Quasimodo's bells.

She locked eyes with me as she pulled me over to a well padded sofa and she sat down, splayed her legs and lay back. My heart was racing, my head a whirl at this realization of my deepest, darkest desires to have my daughter, and that now I could, here and now on her terms as a young woman.

"This is how you want me daddy?" With both hands she teased at her smooth, shaven vulva which seemed to throb, red and more than a little swollen. Oh yes, this was what I wanted, the fantasy I had shared with filthy, flirty Fi online. I knelt between my daughters legs, the plush sofa seemed perfect for what we were about to use it for. Had sweetie and babe given them a test ride before buying?

"Oh baby!" Was all I could say, struggling to catch my breath.

"Hope you don't mind your birthday present is already unwrapped daddy!" Becky said as we both watched my quivering cock close in on and then nuzzle up to her satin smooth, split peach pussy. I could only mumble something as I watched with fascination my cock slowly slide between by my daughters labia. I felt my cock head butt up against the mouth of her vagina and leant in to push on and in.

"Oh God!" I managed to declare as for the first time in ten years I felt the warm embrace of a woman's cunt, the thrill so much greater it was my own child's cunt. Being given to me, freely, willingly as part of her plans for this trip away. From my body and in my mind I was blitzed by a barrage of sensations, physical, emotional, overwhelmingly sensual and I came almost immediately. I gave off a roar of relief after so long, so, so long. My eyes shot up to look at my daughters face, lit with a smile and glowing with love.

"Oh daddy, I am your woman now!" She held my face in her hands and pulled me in to kiss her and before I knew it we were locked in a passionate kiss. I felt her legs close round my butt as she sought to hold me there.

"Maybe Mr. Robins needs to be encouraged?" Phoebe landed a playful spank on my butt with the crop. It gave me a shock that got through my confusion of surging sensation from my orgasm. Oh fuck, this was a fantasy I had shared, like I knew I came quick sometimes and some other girl was there to force me on. It's what I had always wanted to try... and now I was.

"Oh my baby!" I said, half sobbing, half elated as I pulled back and looked at the lovely face I knew so well, but was now seeing as a woman, in control as she gave herself to me so generously..

"Fuck me again daddy, fuck your baby girl like your woman she now is!" She urged, as Phoebe spanked me again. I felt her clench her vagina and realized my cock wasn't just softening after my speedy cum, but stiffening again.

"Hit me bitch, spank my lazy old ass!" I glared round at Phoebe, suddenly finding myself talking dirty like I never had before. But always wanted to. "You are my whore now my tight little cunt!" I snarled down at Becky... where the fuck did this guy come from? "Fuck me whore, fuck me!" I snapped, suddenly losing myself in the moment and just letting go. Phoebe was now timing her spanks to my thrusts as I set to again copulate with my gorgeous young daughter.

"I am your woman now daddy so breed me good, breed me!" Becky looked now like I had never seen her before, fired up, alive but in a crackling surge of electric sensual sexuality. Phoebe landed a firmer spank just as Becky convulsed beneath me and the two shocks sent a powerful almost painful surge of sensation up and over me.

"Oh fuck baby, oh, oh!" I cam again, sighing and slumping with the sweet surge of this second release. I felt Becky's hand push down between our grinding groins and massage herself fast and furiously. I was still breathless and blinking in my own excess of ecstasy as she found hers and bucked and heaved as she let out a proud, triumphant roar of joy.

It was far and away the best birthday present I had ever had. And this was only the start of our celebratory week away.