Chapter 14 - Crossing a Line

As I'm sure you can imagine, that night I had a bit of a crisis to sort through. In all the months that I had been "working" with Mr. Poln and Mrs. Stahl, all the evenings spent doing things that no good girl would ever do, I had come to think of myself as such an expert. I had gotten cocky on the end of countless cocks, whether it was being shared among Mr. Poln's friends or kneeling in a dirty sex shop working at a glory hole. I thought, like so many people my age, that I was smarter than everyone else. That I was immune to the twists and turns that life could throw at you, and that for some reason my case was special and that I would never be in a situation that I would be truly alone in handling.

As I knelt there on the floor of the glory hole booth, the taste of cum still resting on my tongue, I looked at the tiny note that my last visitor had slipped through the hole. He had clearly wrote it in hurried fashion, one little gift for the girl that had just given him one of the best blowjobs in his life. An E-mail and a phone number, both of which I recognized, and both of which could be traced back to my own home. I knelt there openly trembling, holding my own father's contact information along with the weight of what I had just done.

I'll spare you the various levels of coping that I wrestled with that night. Rest assured, a fair amount of what I earned from all those generous tips went to some ludicrously high quality ice cream, as well as buying five seats in a movie theater straight in a row so I could be flanked on both sides by emptiness. I still don't remember what movie it was, because I spent most of the time surrounded by the noise and the darkness as I simply...thought about what I did. Dwelled on it. I only spoke when someone asked if they could sit in one of the extra seats I had purchased, and even then only to quickly dismiss them with a lie that my friends were arriving late. Those friends obviously never arrived, but it was better people thought of me as a lonely loser than what I was really thinking about myself that night.

There weren't tears, but there was definitely guilt. And at the back of my mind, a lingering thought that I should give this amazing lifestyle up. That I should shelve all the pleasure I had been enjoying, and take the events of that night as a sign that my cocksucking days were over. It'd be a damn shame, really. I was good at it, and I enjoyed it more than any other hobby that had ever entered my eighteen years of life. But as the movie droned on and my mind spun faster and faster, there was definitely a point where I considered hanging up my metaphorical cumstained schoolgirl skirt.

But I was always a smart girl, and I had reason on my side. And it didn't matter how guilty I felt, it didn't matter how I could still taste Dad's cum on my lips no matter how much soda and popcorn I consumed, and it especially didn't matter that I had regrets. What was done was done, and I would deal with the consequences as they came. I knew from the beginning I wouldn't dare tell anyone else, and Mr. Poln and Mrs. Stahl remained blissfully in the dark about it throughout my entire ordeal. It was something I would handle myself, and I would handle it in my own way. I would not abandon my lifestyle that had come to mean so much to me, no matter what hurdles appeared before me. It was there in the theater that I drew a line in the sand, refusing to let myself give up. I loved getting fucked far too much to let it all slip away.

And it was, out of a sense of odd bravery and overt curiosity, that I wrote my Dad an E-mail that night. I'll admit I wasn't entirely impressed that my Dad used his home phone and personal E-mail address for hookups with glory hole sluts, but I'll just attribute that to him being a little out of touch with the times. He was only forty-one at the time, but technology was never his strong suit. Hell, I remember it being a big deal when we finally got a flat screen TV when I was fifteen. The old one was almost as big as our car, and twice as heavy.

"I don't know what you're looking for, but I'm curious." My E-mail to my Dad began, and as I typed it at two in the morning I was hunched over in bed in my thickest pajamas, tapping away at my laptop. I had returned briefly to the oldest trick in a daughter's covert late night espionage book; pulling the blanket up and over my head to hide the light source from underneath the door. A bit of innocence for such a sinful night. "Not looking for drama or angry wives. No strings only for this girl."

I signed the E-mail under the name "Harmony," for no reason other than it was the quickest chaste-yet-filthy name I could imagine. Harmony sounds like the sort of girl that sucks cock at a glory hole, right? Either way, I made damn sure to send it from a fake account and to use false credentials. My first line in my E-mail wasn't a lie, I was definitely curious. Curious just what the hell my Dad was doing, curious how long he had been enjoying women other than my Mom. My Mother was a pretty great lady; still attractive and young looking with way more energy than most of my friends' moms. I couldn't imagine her being unsatisfying in the bedroom, but I didn't immediately jump towards the worst case scenario. I was smart, remember? At least, uh...as smart as a girl can be while still tricking herself into blowing her own father. Oops.

I didn't suspect cheating at first. At least, not entirely. If anything, I jumped to the idea that my parents might have been emotionally and mutually separated for years. Sharing a bed, sharing a home, all for the sake of their promising young daughter. It was more common than you might think, and...well...if that was the case, I was strangely okay with that. At least, more okay with it than I would've been if Dad was just cheating on her. But when I finally received that E-mail back the next evening, I was pretty much floored by the truth of it all. So much so that I stared slack-jawed at my laptop's screen, utterly stunned at what had been going on underneath my nose for so very long.

"Good evening Harmony," My Dad was always so polite, even in E-mails with his mediocre typing skills. "In full disclosure, I'm happily married. Our marriage is happy in part thanks to it being an open relationship, and the two of us enjoy casual flings to keep us satisfied. Thursday nights my wife has her 'book club,' and I'd like to arrange for some company, too. We have no children, but I'd still like to pay for a hotel room at the Two Rivers to ensure safety and keep personal privacy in play. If that sounds agreeable, I would...very much like to fuck the woman behind the wall from last night."

My head hurt processing it all. My Dad was so...my Dad. In one E-mail he convinced me that I would've been able to guess it was him even if I didn't see his return address right there before my eyes. Short and to the point, while offering as many details as he could provide. He was polite and professional until he thought he was being sexy, and even had the foresight to lie about his daughter in order to protect her. That...that sort of impressed me. And the Two Rivers was the nicest hotel in town. I'd fucked Mr. Poln there once, but it was only when he and Mrs. Stahl had managed to put their funds together for a long weekend enjoying their favorite schoolgirl slut. I found myself wondering if the Two Rivers still had that amazing shower massage noze-

"Wait, what the fuck?! Thursday book club!?" As if the words had just flashed before me I let my eyes dart down, reading that part in the E-mail again. I had been so intrigued by the dirty laundry of my father's attempted casual hookup that it didn't fully register to me at first that my parents had an open marriage. I never knew. Never even saw the signs and the clues, until I sat there thinking about it. Mom was always home late on Thursdays. Usually heard her hit the shower before bed. Dad sometimes took business trips and came back even more refreshed. The two never showed a trace of hostility to each other, and always seemed...relaxed.

...and I fucking knew that Shirley Goslind didn't know a fucking thing about books. Should've been a huge sign that it was a big lie when Mom told me that book club was at her house. Shirley Goslind was a trophy wife that didn't know the difference between Tolstoy and that T-shirt with three wolves all howling at the same moon. Mom had been lying to me for years about that so-called book club.

Although, all of a sudden it made a lot more sense why she never let me go with her.

"...son of a bitch, go Mom." I murmured, lowered my eyes back to the laptop, and began my next response. I was already typing before I even thought it all out, as if the weight of my guilt had finally started to lift. I...wasn't quite as fucked up as I thought I was. Sure, I was a sex-crazed teen that practically bounced out of a Japanese fetish porno, but it was comforting that my parents weren't completely chaste. That they weren't as oblivious to the nightlife as they seemed. And for the first time since last night, I didn't feel like I was entirely responsible for what happened.

Sure, I had sucked my own father's cock, but...you go to a glory hole, you run the risk of your little girl swallowing it down. So he was at least partly at fault.

Play safe and all that.

It was that very next Thursday that I was sitting in that hotel room at the Two Rivers hotel, still wrapping my head around what was a very peculiar week. My sessions with Mr. Poln and Mrs. Stahl had continued; of course, but each night I found myself running home to log onto my alternate account to see if I had received a new E-mail from inside the house. And sure enough, my father's punctuality was something to be admired. Nearly every night there was a new letter, responding to questions and requests that I made, and each night I found myself more and more convinced that this was...well, that this was a madness that I should at least try. Crazy, I know, but I can't even begin to tell you what my headspace was like back then. I was young and eager and had been well trained to be up for just about anything, and hell, I had already sucked him off and swallowed down his cum. At that point, wasn't it all just a matter of degree?

I won't lie, it was just about the most depraved thing I ever did, going to that hotel room on that Thursday night. Not...quite the worst thing, but damned close. (We'll get to the even more naughty things another day, I'm sure.) And as I sat there thinking about what I was soon to do, my head was spinning to make sure everything remained perfectly in place and that nothing would go wrong. I was a planner, after all, and I couldn't possibly think of an event that required more forethought.

My father had been given rules for being with Harmony; very specific and each of them offered under the guise of protecting my privacy. To my father's knowledge Harmony wasn't his own daughter but some pretty young thing from downtown, sneaking around on a boyfriend that was in the service. Sometimes Harmony slept around in return for money but mostly she just did it for fun, and she had an...admitted fascination with older men. Since I figured it'd be easier to play an alternate version of myself, I kept it fairly simple. Harmony liked fucking older men. So did I. That'd be an easy lie to maintain. The real details; however, came in those specific rules I mentioned. I trusted my father to follow them to the letter as the same sort of organized personality I was, and if we both played our parts he'd leave the hotel that night totally unaware that he had just fucked his own beautiful baby girl.

First things first; condoms would be used. Obviously.

Secondly, Harmony would be wearing a mask. Under no circumstances would Harmony's mask be removed.

Third, Harmony isn't a fan of the rough stuff. No hair pulling for this girl. That alone was a pretty big discrepancy from my usual standards; I generally love having my hair yanked tight as someone is forcing my head against his cock or swinging me around, but...for the sake of the wig I was wearing that night, it was a necessary sacrifice. I had gotten at the hotel an hour early, and there I stood in the full length mirror making sure that everything was just right. Harmony had pretty strawberry blonde hair and wore the most delightful little black mask; a mask that covered her cheekbones and nose, along with masked her eyes underneath a thin black mesh. It was a little tricky to see through it, but I knew that it worked well enough in conjunction with the blonde wig to hide who I really was. I stood in the middle of the hotel room mostly naked; stripped down to nothing more than a lacy blue garment I had purchased for just such an occasion. Long nylons that went to the midpoint of my thighs, a garter to keep them in place, and a smooth blue bra that was completely see through. I looked...well, damn good.

Maybe the wig and the mask would have to make a comeback another time, because I found the thrill of the mystery really exciting me. I wasn't wearing any panties and had been shaved smooth to hide the true nature of my haircolor, and my fresh, pink pussy was exposed as I stood before the mirror. I was already wet at the idea of what was coming down the hall in just a few minutes, and my anticipation and excitement found a new hobby to keep itself in check: trying out accents.

"Well...well...howdy, darlin'..." I cringed at the sound of it, but continued regardless. "That's a right fine cock ya'll have."

Ugh. No.

"Da, I am comink from old country to be Capitalist prostitu-"

Nope.

"Like, totally! You're so totally handsome, you know that?! My boyfriend, Chaz, he's got this killer tribal tatto-"

Fuck no.

Finally I found a nice measure of a deeper tone of voice, keeping it heavily veiled and as sultry as possible. To be honest, I was banking on the fact that my Dad surely didn't expect that it was good girl Kim on the other side of the mask to help me pull off the rouse. Well, that, and the simple fact I didn't think there'd be much talking. My mouth had other things to do.

"...good evening. Let me get those...pants off, Da-"

The voice sounded good, but I winced from behind my mask and slapped my palm to the front of my face. Calling him Dad? That'd be a sure giveaway. Probably.

When a knock came to the door I had a minor panic attack, and very nearly gave up the whole scheme. Unfortunately, there wasn't anywhere to run, and we had already gone too far for me to suddenly pull off my mask and explain that it was all just a misunderstanding. I was there and this was happening, and no matter how nervous I was at the prospect, I was going to go through with it. This had all started because I wanted to embrace my sexual independence within the confines of a glory hole, but now...now I was going to proudly embrace that independence by banging my dad in a spectacularly comfortable hotel room. Gotta admit, I'm curious how often that happens. Probably more than anyone realizes.

"...wow. I didn't expect you to be so...wow." My Dad's first words when I opened the door were enough to light a blush across my cheeks, and when I smiled I found myself hoping it wasn't too much like my grins on any given birthday. He was dressed in casual attire likely having just changed back at home, and I could already smell the cologne that I had come so very familiar with over the years. Without a word I moved a hand out to grab him by his shirt collar, and as I stood nearly-naked in the doorway I thought nothing about drawing him in and forcing a swift, hungry kiss against his lips.

I'll admit, something snapped in me when my Dad first saw me naked in the doorway of the hotel room. When I realized that this was truly happening, that it had already come this far, all of those horny instincts that built up inside of me suddenly found their courage. I didn't even bother to let the door close as I stood up on my toes to kiss my father deeper, hungrier, twirling my tongue about his as one of my hands moved out. I crossed my fingers over his chest and worked down along his stomach, until finally I could feel something bulging at the front of his pants. The sound of the door clicking closed came long after I had already started to grope him, and once it filled the room our lips finally parted and I flashed my tongue as I savored the taste of a most forbidden kiss.

"We're not here to talk." I ushered in my disguised voice, and lightly flicked a few blonde locks away from my mask. Harmony was hungry, and Harmony was horny.

To my father's credit, he was well behaved as he was pulled inside by a horny stranger, following along behind me and sitting down on the edge of the bed as I pushed him. His features were more handsome than I had ever really given him credit for, and for the first time in my life I was looking at him as far more than just my dad. He was an attractive specimen for sure; strong-jawed and professional looking, with an air of maturity that drew me a little wild in the moment. Hell, if I had my senses about me just then, I likely would've drawn the conclusion right then and there that my attraction to Mr. Poln and other older men likely stemmed from some deep seated Daddy issues.

Maybe I would've drawn those conclusions; I'm not sure. I fucked a lot of psychology majors...and professors...in college, so it might be what I learned back then talking.

I was prepared to give my father a real treat; a chance to get his cock sucked by a beautiful young woman without having to be hidden from her gaze by a dirty porn store wall. I dropped down to my knees just before him on the bed, and found my eyes darting up to study his features while I started to work. As his fly came undone and I openly fished for his length underneath the fabric, Dad groaned in delight and lowered his hands to rest against the edge of the bed. Even though I told him we weren't there to talk he was more than happy to disobey, and since I was about to stuff my own mouth with cock, I decided to allow it.

"You're...much lovelier than I had anticipated." He staggered out, his member throbbing against the warm grip of my hand. "Thank you for joining me tonight."

It was considerate and kind of him to say so, and I'd expect no less from my father. I drew a wide smile under my role as Harmony and finally drew his member free, gazing fully towards it as my throat went tight from hunger. He was just as large and enticing as I remembered from the glory hole; not the longest I had ever serviced, but still oddly intoxicating in its own right. It was a cock made for fitting snugly in his eighteen year old daughter, and I was about to reward it for having such a perfect shape. First a kiss to the underside of the head, a kiss and a smile as I felt it twitch underneath the warmth of my lips. From behind the veiled eyes on the mask I watched my father squirm and fidget, and I could hear him give a hungry groan as the taste of his cock once more rested on the edge of my tongue. Curiously I flicked that warm, pink delight back and forth across him, teasing it slowly from side to side as I watched him brace himself in glorious, sticky torment.

After what I had done in the glory hole one week earlier, I was more bold than I would've expected as I worked my mouth up and down my father's cock. The guise of Harmony was freeing in that regard, and the fact that we had yet to do anything I hadn't already done gave me the courage to keep pressing forward. As Dad groaned and leaned back against the edge of the bed I scooped his spit covered shaft in one hand, my mouth lowering to tease back and forth eagerly at the edge of his hanging sack. It was certainly something I never imagined myself doing so lustfully, but then, that entire year had been a long line of unexpected events. When my Dad started working his way out of his pants I helped him out; balancing his cock against the edge of my lips while my hands worked to facilitate their removal. Soon they were pulled down to hang around the edges of his ankles, and when he kicked them aside I gazed up at him with a hungry look on my face.

...fuck it, I was going for it. One of my hands snaked into the edge of my lacy bra, and I pulled free one of the condoms I tucked there for safekeeping. With an eager bite I tore open the top of the wrapper and flicked it aside, and with an alluring smirk on my lips moved the rubber up to the tip. Condoms weren't something that I was enormously experienced in, I have to admit...most of the time Mr. Poln and his friends took me bare, openly cumming inside of me. Hell, a few times I had fucked strangers I met with the same caution to the wind attitude. But for this moment with my father, I wasn't entirely content to rely purely on the birth control pills. With a quirked brow and a teasing smile I slid the condom over his throbbing shaft, watching him tremble and tense up and the color rush to his cheeks as his member strained against my grip. He knew damn well what was coming; he was going to get to fuck a young woman half his age.

He didn't know the half of it.

When I stood up from the carpet I moved in a fluid gesture to lay back on the bed, one hand moving up to ensure my wig kept in place as I prepared to be claimed. I laid flat with my knees spread as my father took the position as a sign of what was required of him, and my eyes danced across his frame as he stood and prepared to claim me. It was still so strange to me that my parents had been fucking other people without my knowledge for so very long...that both Mom and Dad had been sharing each other in an open marriage was an odd pill to swallow. Still, I could hardly blame them, and it certainly wasn't like I was in any position to judge. Technically, the position I was in was laying flat on my back waiting for Daddy to fuck me.

So...not a judging position, for sure.

When my father knelt on the bed my legs moved up, wrapping those nylon-clad knees against his waist and pulling him forward. I could feel the heat of his cock slap up against the top of my lap and it drew a lewd buck of my hips, my body tensing and tightening as I prepared for what would be my grandest sin. At least, up until that point in my life. My hands moved up to cling to Dad's shoulders and he slipped his member forward, the condom-wrapped unit pressing tight and hard against my entrance. My breath hitched in my throat, and I knew this was the very last moment of pulling back. I could still stop this madness with only a minimal of awkwardness, I could still keep the sanctity of our relationship at least mildly untainted.

"...you better fuck me hard, after all that tough talk."

Or I could be a total fucking slut. That worked too.

When Dad pushed forward I gave a sharp cry of delight, my entrance spreading warmly to invite his length to push deep inside of my eighteen year old pussy. In one fluid motion I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung tight to him, locking my ankles behind his back as my hands tightened harder on his collar. The moment was thrilling in so many ways as I relished in the utter violation of our place as father and daughter, in one swift shove becoming much more, and much, much less. It was a glorious mess that I was utterly fascinated by in the heat of the moment, and though Dad was unaware of just who it was that he was fucking, it was clear he appreciated the warm place to shove his cock. His muscles were tense underneath my grip and his cock was stretching wide against my folds, sending each of us into whimpering motions of pure bliss as we got used to it. When the moment settled and I managed to secure my breath my hands finally moved up once more, combing through his hair as I stared up into his eyes through my own veiled mask.

Not much was said, which was for the best considering my overwhelming urge to call him "Daddy" in a sense of lewd irony. Instead, I simply bit against my bottom lip as Dad started to fuck forward into me, claiming me with a series of hard and firm thrusts that didn't leave me disappointed. He had talked a big talk over the course of our E-mails in his typically polite way, starting off each one asking about how I was and ending with a promise of all the hard, nasty things he'd do to me. I was expecting him to give me each and every one that night, since we both knew going into it that there wouldn't be another. Harmony had already told him as much; to resist attachments, she played like lightning and didn't strike twice.

"Fuck, fuck yes...that's so good! You're so deep!" I was worried for a moment that my voice slipped away from my alluring and masked tone, though if Dad noticed he certainly didn't show it. Instead he leaned in to steal another kiss from me, his chest pushing down against my own and our bodies coming closer together. Several hard thrusts sent the sound of wet delight filling the room, and as our tongues danced I drew deep against his scent and shuddered at the familiar aroma. It was that natural scent of a family member that I had gone to great lengths to hide myself, and as Dad stretched my pussy around his thick, hungry cock he was drawing in breaths of a strong strawberry lilac, enough to further throw him off a trail he wasn't even looking for.

He had energy for his age; I'd give him that much. His thrusts were hard and fierce and they came with quick succession, fucking me deeper and faster at times than even Mr. Poln did. I was squeaking and screaming and gasping in delight as I struck one, two, three orgasms in quick succession, each time sending my hands flailing from side to side and slapping against the bedsheets of the hotel room's mattress. I was cumming hard; hard enough to make me worried that my oversensitive frame would lead to giving up my identity, but I couldn't possibly bring myself to stop the momentum now. My ankles drew tighter around Dad's back and I clenched him tighter with my pussy, riding him out no matter how sensitive and raw my folds became, and no matter how close I came to professing I was his darling daughter.

And when Dad came, I came dangerously close to doing just that. When his thrusts went hard and fierce I very nearly tore off my mask and wig, wondering in the most lewd of moments just how he would react. Would he be furious? Disown me? Or would he simply be mad that I made him wear a condom? It was all speculation and to this day remains so, for I'm proud to say that throughout the entire evening I successfully hid who I was. It was a rough trial though for a while, I'll definitely admit as much, and when Dad first came with his cock inside of me it was as difficult to resist as it ever was. I could feel him throb and tense and his motions grew hard and fast, slapping hungrily against my body as his peak finally arrived. I felt the warmth of his cum as it flowed into the hungry tip of the condom, and though it wasn't of the same level of intense intimacy that a good wet creampie could muster, it was still a thrill. I could still feel how hot it was, and I could still feel him shiver and groan atop me.

When he pulled his cock free after I gave him one more kiss my hands dropped down, eager to take the rubber off of him. I pulled it from a shaft that was still surprisingly thick, and without a word of instruction brought the filled condom right up to my mouth. Underneath Dad's gaze I emptied it out onto my outstretched tongue, letting all that rich white glaze forward, eager to be swallowed up. It was with a mischievous smile that I did just that, and as my eyes turned once more towards Dad I teased my tongue out, claiming one drop of cum that didn't make it in my mouth earlier.

"Hope that isn't all you've got, old man." I growled out, though a quick glance towards Dad's cock told me that it wasn't. "Because Harmony is a very, very horny girl."

And so was his daughter Kim.

I'll admit, there are only a few nights I've had that quite reached the peaks that one did. As a general rule I never compare lovers, but don't all little girls have a soft spot for their dad? My eighteen year old frame was shown a few things that night for sure, and chief among them was the fact that my dad was, actually...well...not a selfish lover. Made me feel good when I realized that. Good for Mom. I'm happy for her.

I know that because for almost a half hour after fucking me the first time, my Dad invited himself to go down on his daughter. For several long minutes of screaming bliss he had me writhing against the sheets, rolling my hips back and forth and squeezing my thighs together as he gave me one of the most thrilling sessions I could remember. Hell, he ate pussy almost as well as some of the goth girls I met in college, but, uh...yeah, another time, I know, I know. In that moment in the hotel my hands were lost in Dad's hair, pulling tight as I rolled my hips forward again and again, rocking them up into his mouth which worked with such intensity. His fingers and his tongues had been well trained by dear old Mom, and by the time the morning came I knew I'd be looking at their relationship in a very different light. I knew they had a happy marriage, but I never knew my Mom had a "five orgasm per pussy eating" level happy marriage. Needless to say as Dad worked hungrily at my folds I continued to spin around and around within my own head, thrilled with the fact that it was my own father working so eagerly and casting aside all shame about the fact. Harmony sure did love having that old man go down on her; and when he had finally finished she gave him an enormous kiss to lick the taste of her shaved pussy from his mouth. It was sloppy and wet and absolutely thrilling in the sheer debased glee of it all, and as our tongues worked hungrily back and forth my hand lowered to once more take his cock. With a squeeze and an eager whimper, I knew a few things were completely true about the heat of the moment.

Number one, I didn't bring enough condoms for all the times I wanted Dad to fuck me.

Number two, I...wanted him to cum inside.

Number three, I had a solution to both of those problems.

"You're going to fuck me in the ass, stud." I growled against my father's lips, licking my own as I started to bend over. "And you're not going to wrap it up." Save those condoms for the next time he'd fuck me that night. And the next. And the next. For now I was eager to take his cock bare and unprotected, so long as it was within the tight entrance that Mrs. Stahl had worked so hard to train. I turned around on the bed and settled my knees against it, lifting my rear and gazing over my shoulder as I exposed that tender entrance for my dad's affections. A slow tease of my tongue over my lips was a further invitation for him to get comfortable, but just in case he had any further hesitations I let my voice drip out with the same hidden, honeyed tone. "Fill me up with that tasty cum...I want it all over my ass."

Who the hell could possibly resist? Certainly not Dad, that much was certain. With a content sigh resting on his pussy-smeared lips Dad finally gave me a smile, and with his hands moving to grasp against my rear he pulled himself forward. Part of me found myself wondering if this would be something new to him; if the notion of sliding his slick, hard cock into a young woman's ass was a concept he didn't often get to experience. My answer came just as he flopped the tip forward, and I felt it squeezing against my desperate pucker.

"So you're a real ass slut, hmm?" He chuckled, squeezing forward and pushing the first inch inside. "Just like my wife. What is it about slutty bitches like you and getting fucked in the ass?"

Alternatively, he could've asked what was it about women in our family, but...well, he couldn't of known.

Either way, I was thrilled at the notion that my mom had an ass that was as open for business as I was, and when Dad started fucking me raw from behind I was happier than ever that my patient teachers had taken the time to train me. I remembered all the times I'd wince and whine at Mrs. Stahl's toys, and those memories seemed so very distant now. Even though they were mere months in the past, I couldn't even imagine a time anymore where I didn't enjoy the feel of something big and thick stretching out my hole. Whether it was Mr. Grace; my black stud of a teacher, Mr. Poln's vigorous thrusting, or one of Mrs. Stahl's toys...well...this girl's ass was eager to be claimed.

And Dad read my desires like a fucking book. The thrusts that came to me were hard and heavy, and he could tell from the beginning that I wasn't a girl that needed to be taken gently from behind. A few slaps against the flank of my ass kept me yelping in glee, and when his hands grew hungry they suddenly lurched forward to grasp my bra, yanking it down to expose my full and lovely breasts to more of his attentions. My Dad leaned in close and pressed his chest hard against my shoulders as he kept fucking me, the bed squeaking underneath us, but not nearly as loud as I was. With each of my breasts teased and squeezed by Dad's fingers and his cock plunged so deep in my ass, I knew I wasn't long for the world of the sober and stable.

"Yes! Yes, fuck fuck fuck! Ram my ass! Fill it! Fucking own my ass!" Dad probably wouldn't of been too thrilled at the language if he knew it was his little girl, but considering his raw and unprotected cock was stuffed deep down in my depths he hardly had room to talk. I could feel his mouth at the back of my neck and his hands drawing tighter on my breasts, each thrust pushing each of us closer and closer to a moment of glorious, sudden release. The thrusts were hard and the screams were loud, until finally I felt that spark within me, and I practically sobbed in glee from the orgasm that rioted through me.

Thanks to Mrs. Stahl's lessons, I could cum with just having my ass claimed. That was an easy task for anyone that learned the finer workings of taking it back there under the guidance of a dedicated teacher. But how hard I came in that moment was...well...one for my own personal record books. I squirted against the sheets just as Dad fired his cum within me, each of us releasing in a torrent of nectar as I clenched the sheets and squeezed his member within my ass. The rush of white that filled up my rear entrance was enough to make me swoon in utter delight, and when my knees trembled too heavily to stay up my lower half fell flat into a puddle of my own squirted making. Dad's cock flopped out of my ass with a pop and I could already feel the cum drooling out; smearing across the inside of my ass and shivering down to pass my folds.

I laid there breathing heavy, my heart racing and sweat clinging to every inch of me. Newsflash; Kim, masks and wigs were really hot to fuck in. Maybe I'd put the idea to use them more on the backburner.

When I looked over my shoulder to regard my Dad, I saw a truly satisfied look crossing his face. His member was hanging, still stiff but ready for a rest, a line of cum still dangling from the tip. I wanted to reach out, to slurp up that line of cum, but I needed to desperately catch my breath. Besides, I knew there'd be plenty of more moments to enjoy him before the night was up. The wig and the mask were already clinging with sweat and I was already worn out, but I'd be damned if I'd like a once in a lifetime night pass by me without fully and thoroughly enjoying it.

As you can imagine, the night continued more or less along the same lines. By the end of it there weren't any more condoms to use, and Dad went back home to a (I assume) equally satisfied Mom. I spent a little bit longer lingering in the hotel, partly to catch my breath and partly because it would've looked damn suspicious if I rolled home at the same time he did. Throughout the entire evening I had protected my true face and identity, and most staggering of all, enjoyed every last moment of my secret, hidden lust. When I went home and the next day began, things were more or less the same as they always were. Mom and Dad greeted me like normal, because to them, things were just as they always had been. Their sweet little daughter, even at eighteen years old, completely oblivious to the things the two of them did every Thursday night. Well, I wasn't oblivious anymore, and in a wonderful twist of fate I had turned that ignorance towards them. I'd keep that secret with me and never tell either one of them, and always keep close the knowledge that one day I knew far, far more about their lifestyle than they ever would've admitted.

And that was the only night I had ever crossed that particular boundary. There were other lines to cross with other people, sure, and I'll get to them in due time as well. And before you ask, no, I never slept with my mother. Although, uh...on my twenty-third birthday we might've gotten a little bit tipsy on wine and took turns riding the dryer with an uneven load. But that, as you can probably imagine, is yet another story for another time.

End of Chapter 14.

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