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  “Will you stand in for me while I’m gone? Will you service the people Daddy has to influence, and will you look after Daddy, himself, while I’m away? Like I said, it’s a three month assignment and that’s a long time for a red–blooded man like your father to go without.”

  “You…you don’t mean….” I couldn’t even say it because there was no way she could possibly mean what I thought she meant. I looked at her in shock. Had she gone suddenly crazy or had too much to drink or something? I leaned toward her and sniffed but no, she didn’t smell of alcohol or weed. Yes, I know what weed smells like, don’t ask how.

  “For heaven’s sake, your diary shows you’re no little prudish Miss Innocent,” she snapped, her quick temper flaring. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. To use your crude language, will you fuck and suck your Daddy while I’m gone?”

  Oh, God. Oh, God. I’d died and gone to heaven.

  “If that’s what you really want, Mom.” My voice shook with excitement. “And, if Daddy wants.” But I already knew he did and, to confirm it, he planted a big kiss on my cheek.

  “I do, darling, Alana,” he said, in his deep, sexy voice. “I most certainly do.” Now that we were being all out in the open about the situation he began really grinding into me and one hand slipped under my blouse to grab my breast.

  “And, just to be clear, will you have sex with whoever Daddy needs you to have sex with?”

  “Yes. Yes,” I moaned, loving the feel of Daddy’s hand palming my nipples.

  “Alana, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I hope you know we would never make you do something you don’t want to do. I don’t want you to feel like we’re pressuring you into it.”

  “No, Mommy, it’s okay.” Daddy pinched a nipple and I gasped. “I want to. It’ll be fun having sex with people I don’t know.”

  “You’re sure?” Daddy asked.

  “Ye–es. Very sure.” My panties were so wet from what he was doing to me that I just wanted to rip them right off.

  “All right, just so we’re all clear,” Mom said, sounding relieved. Had she really thought I’d object to their proposal? Once it involved Daddy and sex, I was in. She should have known that from my diary. “I’m leaving early so there are things we have to get out of the way. Sweetie, go back to the armchair.” She gestured to where I’d been sitting before my attempt to take my diary back from her.

  “Oh, Mom, I like it here.” I sure did.

  She grinned. “I know but, well, I just want to, you know.” Here my mother looked more embarrassed than I’d ever seen her. She glanced at Daddy for help and he groaned.

  “She’s right. We need to check you out. Go on, baby girl.” Daddy planted another kiss on my cheek and pushed me off of him.

  I flung myself down in the oversized arm–chair, scowling. They’d got me all hot and bothered and then switched the tune on me.

  “Take off all your clothes and spread your legs, sweetie. Let’s see what you’re working with.”

  Things were really getting wild now. Mom actually wanted me to expose myself to them like some kind of teenaged exhibitionist. “Why?”

  “We want to see what your tits and pussy look like. From your diary entries and the way you’ve been mincing around Dennis these last few months I know you’re not going to deny that you want Daddy to see your pussy, so go ahead. We don’t have all night.”

  “Mommy!” Honestly, the whole situation still felt totally unreal but it was way kinkier than anything I’d ever dreamt of or fantasized about so I knew it was really happening. Slowly, still kind of expecting them to say this was all a joke, I unbuttoned my blouse, slid my bra off and then pulled, first my skirt and then my panty off. When I sat back down, Daddy’s gaze instantly locked on my wet cunt. I spread my legs to give him a better view.

  “She’s shaved, Dennis!” Mom crowed as if it had been her idea. “And look how pink and juicy that fat clit is. Hitch your knees up on the arms of the chair.” I did as I was told, my cheeks burning. This was sick. God alone knew what Daddy was thinking. Did he like my pussy? I had never exposed myself to anybody like this before and I felt anxious and vulnerable. I looked off to the far side, focusing on the Jackson Pollock on the wall, a gift from Daddy’s clients.

  “Look at how pretty that young, wet vagina of hers is, Dennis. She’ll be great for this, the little slut. They’ll love her!”

  I squirmed. It was true. I was a little slut. An aroused slut. I was sitting just a few feet away from them with my knees up and wide apart, displaying myself like the star of some hentai movie and I was on fire. I wanted cock. I wanted it badly and I couldn’t hide what I was feeling because my pert pink nipples were as hard as pebbles and my pussy juice was leaking steadily from me. I blushed furiously, hot with shame and embarrassment. Did Daddy find me desirable? Why hadn’t he leapt on me and pushed that hard cock of his into my tight pussy already? My clit throbbed, aching to be touch and stroked. I was so embarrassed I could have died.

  Then something moved on the periphery of my vision. I refused to look, but then a finger caressed my clit. My head whipped around. It wasn’t a finger, it was a tongue. Daddy’s tongue.

  “Oh, Daddy, no. Don’t.” I wanted to scream and run from the room. A thousand jumbled feelings coursed through me. Embarrassment, pleasure, excitement, shock. Was this really happening or was I having the most bizarre dream of my life? I stared at him, stunned. Just two hours ago, we’d sat down to a dinner of spaghetti bolognaise like a normal family and now here Daddy was, kneeling between my legs, sucking and licking my pussy like he could never get enough of the juices running out of me. And make no mistake, I might have been stunned to my bones and super–embarrassed by my mother’s proposal and everything that was going on but I loved it. Despite the fact that I was still a virgin, I’d always known I had it in me to be a freak and this was the freakiest thing ever.

  “Oh, God, Daddy,” I moaned. My hand rose to stroke his hair but, as soon as I touched his blond locks, I pulled back. No, no, this was so utterly wrong on so many different levels. He gently pinched my clit and shudders of pleasure shook my body. “Ooh, yes.” I liked what he was doing more than I had a right to. I had no right to have Daddy’s mouth plastered against my pussy, no right to be drinking in the sight of his face between my legs. “Ahh. Daddy, yes, yes.” I should have been saying ‘no, no, no’ but being eaten by Daddy was my greatest fantasy. Well, maybe not the greatest, but it was right below my top fantasy of being fucked by him

  Mom watched me with a half–worried, half–eager expression on her face.

  “You like what Daddy’s doing to you, don’t you, Alana?” she asked.

  “Ye–es,” I gasped as Daddy’s tongue swirled around my clit. “Yes, yes, Mommy. But it’s wrong. It’s so, oh, God, yes, it’s wrong.”

  “You’re our adopted daughter, not our blood, and you’re at the legal age of consent in most countries of the world,” Mom said matter–of–factly. “I told you it would be okay, Dennis.” She shot him a triumphant look.

  He pulled his mouth away from my cunt and I almost screamed in frustration. “Yes, but if you’d been wrong, things around here would have gotten very awkward.” My juices slickened his chin and gave a gloss to his lips. Before I could stop myself, I’d leaned down and licked his lips. Daddy gave a slight start of surprise before his mouth opened under mine. Our tongues danced together and I tasted my juice and the smoky alcoholic flavor of the cognac he’d been drinking. His fingers sought my dripping cleft and he slipped first one finger, then another, deep into my hungry cunt. His gasp indicated his surprise at what he found.

  Daddy pulled away from me. “She’s still a virgin,” he said to my mother.

  Mom’s eyes widened. “Is that true?” she demanded.

  “Yes, I am but why have you stopped, Daddy? Please. I like how you were rubbing me.” Actually, I wanted him to keep doing everything he’d been doing, kissing me, fingering my clit, pumping me with his fing
ers. But both parental units were looking at me as if I were a little green alien who’d dropped in from Mars right before their eyes. That was weird. I mean, you’d have thought they’d be delirious with joy that nobody had popped my cherry, right?

  “But you’ve had boyfriends since you were fourteen,” Mom said, as if she couldn’t believe it was really true. “Dennis caught you sucking that guy, Dane, from the football team.”

  I remembered the incident too well. There had been some kind of gas leak at school so we’d been let out early. Dane offered to give me a lift home in his BMW, an early graduation present from his parents, but I’d asked him to take me to the mall, instead. I’d wanted to check out what was new at Anthropologie and H & M. I thought he’d just ditch me there and then I’d have to take the Metro back or something but he stuck it out, sauntering beside me almost like he was my boyfriend. By way of thanks, I’d offered to suck him off in my room after he dropped me home. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not such a stuck–up bitch that I wouldn’t do a guy in his car but it was broad daylight and people are always out and about on our street.

  Anyway, Daddy had come home early after some meeting and, since I hadn’t bothered to shut my bedroom door, well, you can guess what happened. Fireworks. Daddy was not happy seeing some guy’s cock in my mouth and he leapt at Dane, his fists curled, murder in his eyes. Dane moves pretty fast on the football field, but that day he shot past my father like greased lightning! Daddy only got in a couple punches before Dane reached the stairs and flew down. He was so scared he forgot to put back on his boxers. He just grabbed up his pants and shirt and ran. The sight of Dane’s pale naked ass and the expression on my Daddy’s face made me laugh but not then, not for a few days. Daddy was so furious I was afraid he’d actually hit me, too, but he’d contented himself with yelling loud enough to be heard on the Potomac. I was grounded for a month. I could see how, what with Dane and my diary and all, Mom and Dad could have reached the conclusion that I’d lost my virginity. Of course, if I’d ever lost it, Deeta would probably have been the first to know right after Belinda but, since I hadn’t, my virginity just never came up.

  “I let guys fuck me in the ass if they’re not satisfied with a blow job or a hand job,” I explained to Mom and Dad. “As long as they come, they’re happy.” Boy, are they ever! Some boys have actually told me they prefer ass fucking. They like how it feels, slapping a woman’s ass with their balls as they pump their cocks in and out of her tight hole. I like it, too, because that way they can finger my clit at the same time. Getting finger–fucked while I’m taking it in the ass is out of this world. The only thing I miss right then is having a cock in my mouth. When I’m getting ass–fucked and finger–fucked at the same time, it’s like my mouth knows it’s missing out on something. I’m dying to have all my holes stuffed.

  Maybe one day, after I’m not a virgin anymore, I’ll do a gangbang and have all my holes stuffed at the same time, but I didn’t share that particular aspiration with Mom and Dad. They were both staring at me as if they’d never seen me before as I explained my version of the birds and the bees to them.

  “A virgin,” Daddy said, reverentially. His hand rose to gently stroke my moist labia as if it were something precious and highly treasured. I’d remained wet as I talked, reveling in revealing myself to my family as I truly was, with no secrets and no guilt or shame. They’d taken my story better, way better, than I could ever have hoped had I ever dreamt of talking to them so openly before this.

  “What are you best at?” Mom asked. “Blow jobs? Hand jobs? What?”

  “Guys say I give the best blow jobs ever.” I grinned proudly. Daddy had slipped two fingers back inside my cunt and, every now and then, his thumb circled my clit. I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me after I’d dreamt of him doing just that for so long. And Mom was watching and was cool with it! That was what really blew my mind. If they’d been my real, biological parents this would have been no end of gross, but they weren’t related to me in any shape or form. And I was eighteen. We were all consenting adults. I felt like Christmas and New Year’s and my birthday had all come early on the same day!

  “Let me see,” Mom demanded.

  “You want—”

  “Yes, I want to see your technique. I, myself, took lessons from the escort who usually stands in for me when I’m away.”

  “Mom!” I squealed. “TMI!”

  She grinned and pushed back a lock of her red hair. “I’m just saying there’s no shame in having to learn. Giving great head is an art that can be taught like any other.”

  “Oh, shit.” My walls clenched around my father’s fingers as a pulsing warmth flooded my groin. “I’m coming.” Dad kept rubbing and stroking my clit as I used my hands to lift my ass off the couch and rock in rhythm with his thrusts. None of the guys I’ve been with had ever fingered me quite like this. What Daddy was doing was so fucking good, it made me want to weep. Daddy had the age and the experience to do me right. “Oh, oh.” My pussy dissolved in a series of convulsions that shook me to my heated core. Afterwards, I sagged back against the seat and just stared at him. It wasn’t even my birthday and he’d given me one of the best presents ever!

  “Good,” Mom said, approvingly. “And now we’ve got that out of the way, switch. I want to see how good she is at sucking man–meat.”

  Her lips twitched but I didn’t need to hear her say it twice. I’d been living for the day I could put Daddy’s cock in my mouth. I threw myself on my knees and Daddy took my place in the armchair.

  “Unzip him,” Mom commanded.

  I hurried to do as she said, but I must have been nervous because it got stuck. I shrieked in frustration.

  “Let me.” Daddy reached down and, with a quick tug, his zipper was undone.

  He had on burgundy–colored silk boxers. He never wore anything but silk boxers. Don’t ask me how I know, maybe I’ll tell you what I do with myself sometimes when nobody else is in the house. His cock strained upwards against the fabric. A patch of wetness had darkened a small area. Daddy was as eager to be in my mouth as I was to have him.

  “Stop.”

  I looked up at my mother, my hands on my father’s thighs. Was this where she said this had all been the sickest, weirdest joke in world history and sent me up to bed, hot and yearning for Daddy’s cock?

  “You haven’t undone his belt.”

  “I don’t need to. I can get at his cock just fine.” I stroked it through the material. I hadn’t seen it yet but I could already tell Daddy was packing a huge one.

  “But how will you get at his balls?”

  I frowned. I’ve never bothered much with a guy’s balls and nobody’s ever complained.

  “You were dealing with boys,” Mom said, reading my mind. “They’re so eager to get off, you probably don’t have to do much more than wrap your lips around their dicks for them to ejaculate.”

  Well, that was true. I studied her. Guys were all over me but, compared with my mom, I wasn’t really all that special. I’ve got blonde hair, green eyes and a thin, petite body. My boobs are a size 34 C, so just a handful, really. But with her fiery red hair, pale complexion, full lips and sex–goddess body, Mom probably has to beat men off with a stick. Or, maybe she doesn’t. Anyway, it’s completely understandable to me why Big Oil could count on the votes of the men she’s fucked. Once they’ve had her, I’m sure they want her again and again and will do anything to receive her favors. If she was going to help me learn how to suck cock and fuck like a pro, maybe one day we’d get to the stage of comparing notes on men, just like I did with my BFF, Belinda. Belinda was my age and no slouch in the sex department but, except for her Daddy’s boss that one time at his firm’s annual office picnic, her experience was the same as mine, confined to schoolboys and a few college guys.

  “Undo his belt, dear.”

  This time I didn’t fumble.

  “Good. Much better,” Mom purred. “See how much more room you have, now?” Her eyes had
brightened as she craned her head to get a better view. I think she was as turned on as me by what I was about to do. Well, maybe not as much…but close.

  Daddy shoved a cushion behind him and leaned back, letting his knees fall apart to give me as much access as I needed. This was really going to happen. I was really going to get to suck Daddy’s cock. The patch of wetness on his boxers had gotten bigger. Daddy was so ready for this. I pushed the fabric aside and his cock sprang free, purpled and glistening, the head shiny with his pre–cum. I gazed in wonder at it for a minute, overwhelmed by the reality that I was finally holding Daddy’s cock in my hand and that, soon, it would be in my mouth. I lowered my head over it and drew it in as deep as it would go, until it almost touched the back of my throat and I began to gag, then I pulled back.

  There’s graffiti in the boy’s toilets in the school auditorium which says “Alana Denton gives the best head in D.C.” But someone, not me, scratched out D.C. and scratched in “the world.” When I’d found out about it, I felt as proud as if someone had told me I’d won a Grammy or an Emmy or something. And, though I’d dreamt about it for a million years, I never thought I’d get to use my skills on Daddy. But lightning had struck and here I was, between Daddy’s legs, with his hard cock in my mouth. I was going to make this an experience to remember. For both of us.

  I heard my mom say something but I was concentrating so hard on sucking the hard meat stuffing my mouth that I didn’t catch it.

  “Alana.” Her hand squeezed my shoulder. “I said, stop.”

  WTF!!! She couldn’t be serious! I clamped Dad’s cock tighter between my lips. His pre–cum had a slightly cinnamon taste which was no wonder since he always dumped a tablespoon of the stuff on his cereal every morning.

  “Alana, listen to your mom.” Daddy’s voice was raspy, but very firm. I rocked back on my heels and let his penis pop out of my mouth. Daddy grunted and closed his eyes for a second, his expression tortured. Boys always tell me how painful their balls get when they’re aroused. They’ve got to come or it’s like their balls are going to explode, they say, pleading with me to finish whatever we’ve started. I’ve never really believed them but, right then, Daddy sure looked as if he was in a world of pain.