"What a loser," Margaret thought.
"Alright, Ashley. I'll help. You win. Let's get going, but you've got to be quick. Don't dawdle. You can't miss you bus," Hal warned his daughter.
Hal accepted what was required. He'd been servicing Ashley for months. He lay on his back, slid down the bed, opened his mouth, licked his lips, and prepared himself for her assault. His cock was hard.
Once Ashley got the go-ahead from her mother, she jumped onto the bed, grabbed its headboard, and began to facesit her father roughly. She moved up and down and then gyrated back and forth in a series of rapid motions, grinding her aroused muff on his stationary body below her. His saliva blended with her cherry juice until they became one.
Now that her orgasm was close, Ashley moved upward off her father a couple of inches. She opened her vagina and jammed his nose into her gaping hole. The girl descended violently once again. Ashley like using her father's nose as a mini dildo just before climaxing.
Hall was having difficulty breathing, but Ashley didn't give a shit. She was enjoying herself and was going to get off before school. That's all that mattered to her.
Seeing her daughter was enjoying Hall's attention, Margaret returned her focus to herself. She looked at her watch. "Hell, I'm late. Let's get going."
With more haste, Margaret applied her eye makeup in front of the mirror. In the background, she could hear her daughter moaning, breathing heavily, and bounding on the bed with her abused husband beneath the girl. Hal was doing a good job licking Ashley's pussy. It wasn't going to take long for her to climax. Ashley's anthem of lust and desire was the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings and the loud slamming of the bed's headboard against the wall.
"That's it, Daddy. Munch on my box.
"I know you like its scent and flavor. It's a taster's delight.
"You must be thirsty. I'm going to squirt to give you the liquid nourishment you desire.
"I know you yearn for my pussy. Don't pretend you don't.
"You're hooked on my twat. I see you playing with yourself.
"You're a pervert and voyeur when I shower. You're always checking me out when I'm soaping up my nude body. Now's your chance to taste me.
"Rim my pink rosette. Get your tongue deep inside my butt hole where the sun doesn't shine.
"Yummy, keep going.
"Now suck my clit. Worship it. Get your mouth on my button! Keep it there.
"Do I have to tell you everything? Get with the program.
"Fuck yeah. I'm getting turned on, Daddy. Can't you tell?
"Don't slow down. Don't stop," Ashley encouraged her father.
Ashley was no longer whispering. She enjoyed letting her mother know what was happening. Ashley recognized who was in charge after hearing her mother bully her father during their rare bedroom romps. Ashley was staking her claim as the second in her home's hierarchy. Her father remained at the bottom of the ladder and food chain.
The closeness of Ashley's sex turned on Hal. He rubbed his cock with increasing speed with a free hand to reach her level of arousal even though she was way ahead of him.
"I'm close, Mom," Ashley yelled out.
Ashley's electrified body was ecstatic. She was now bouncing up and down forcibly on her father with her eyes closed.
"Whoa, take it easy. Slow down, Ashley. Not so fast," Hal begged from below. He tried to time his orgasm with hers.
Despite his pleading, Ashley was in heat. She wasn't going to slow down to accommodate anyone. Besides, not all of Hal's words were audible due to her pussy covering his mouth on each downstroke of her bounces. Even if she heard him, his wishes were inconsequential.
Ashley didn't care if her father got off while facesitting him because she guessed he'd jerk off after she left. Maybe her mother would be generous and give him mercy sex before she left for work.
"Take it, Daddy. Wow, that's incredible.
"Choke on my puss and its delicious cream. I'm almost there.
"HERE I GO, DADDY. SUCK MY CLIT.
"LATCH ONTO IT.
"TIGHTER. I SAID TIGHTER.
"OH MY GOD!" Ashley screamed, loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
Ashley's one hundred pounds landed full force on her father when she climaxed.
The bed shook violently. It always did that at the end of her queening sessions. Hal's face was smothered by his daughter's pussy. It also was bright red from the physical beating it suffered. Ashley's pubic hair stubble had scuffed up her father's cheeks more than usual.
Not done, Ashley grabbed her father's head with both hands. She held it firmly on her snatch and gave him her follow-up orgasm. It was less intense, but her pussy tremored like the aftershock of a powerful earthquake. Once again, Hal was having difficulty breathing. Regrettably, Ashley's orgasms came too fast. Hal didn't have enough time to relieve himself.
"That's my girl. Two big ones in rapid succession. How hot," grinning Margaret said to herself. She was pleased her cub had learned how to use men like her hapless husband as disposable sex objects.
After she recovered, woozy Ashley climbed off her father. She thanked him with a small peck on his cheek. However, she didn't kiss his lips. That would have been too weird. After all Ashley had her limits in sub-Daddy-Domme Daughter play. Although she never verbally expressed her appreciation to her father, she was grateful he was a talented pussy eater.
"Those were the best this month. I wonder if most men are as orally gifted as my father. I hope so. Once I'm free in a couple of years, I look forward to having my cunt eaten by my male subs before I fuck them. In that way, I can get off multiple times whenever I'm in the mood for adult play, just like Mom," Ashley thought.
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Ashley had a woman-to-woman talk with her overbearing mother when she turned eighteen. She informed her parent she had biological needs. Ashley argued it wasn't fair she had to remain a virgin until she turned twenty-one despite their earlier agreement. She enlightened her mother that all of her girlfriends had already done IT.
Ashley threatened to become a lesbian if that's what it took for her to get serious action. Ashley informed her mother she was the target of a beefy tattooed dyke who rode a Harley-Davidson to school. It was common knowledge butch Mya's motorcycle gang wore strapons in their dungarees to ravish beautiful femmes whenever the opportunity arose. Every time vulgar Mya crossed paths with delectable Ashley, Mya grabbed her crotch and wagged her tongue to declare her intent if there was any doubt.
Margaret remembered losing her virginity to an older boy as a teenager. Her pregnancy eighteen years ago in the back seat of Hal's old Chevy was a colossal mistake.
She had to get married. It was embarrassing walking down the aisle with a baby bump. She heard the snickering and wise-ass remarks of the uninvited harpies who showed up at the shotgun wedding. Margaret wasn't going to let the same thing happen to her daughter. Although she didn't take the lesbian threat seriously, she agreed an adjustment to their earlier agreement was warranted.
After assessing her options, Margaret's solution to the perplexing problem of alleviating Ashley's primitive sexual urges was to give her daughter permission to use her orally inclined husband whenever she was in need.
Margaret had big plans for her daughter. She was grooming Ashley for a leadership position in her investment company. Getting pregnant by a boy wasn't an option for the teenager. Neither was becoming a lesbo. Margaret was the dominant one in her marriage. Her husband's position was irrelevant.
Hal accepted that most would conclude eating his daughter's pussy was morally wrong, but he didn't object strenuously to this wife's imposed taboo sexual arrangement. Fortunately, he loved the taste of her body. Since his actions prevented Ashley from getting pregnant by dampening her libido, Margaret supported the unconventional family arrangement. After all, she was getting loads of sex on the side from three virile male interns at her company. Moreover, her husband wasn't actually fucking the girl. She still was a virgin.
Adulterous Margaret wasn't interested in her husband these days. She'd become a cougar with an insatiable appetite. She preyed on those young men willing to satisfy her carnal desires in exchange for their rapid advancement in the corporate world. Fulfilling the sexual requirements of the Boss was written into their internship contracts.
