I moaned loudly, cummimg over his face as I felt his tongue in my pussy. I moved downwards, noticing his face was covered in my juices. I took his coc... back in my mouth again. Sam began to moan again. "You fucking slut". I heard Sam utter. "Sam. Your balls are full and need emptying in your slut's cunt" I told him. He told me to get on my knees. "You're going to take my cock in both your other holes now my whore". Sam said. Before he could finish, I felt his cock enter me. I pushed against him. He was just dad. And I was just his daughter. We didn't mean to step over any boundaries. We just did. It began innocently enough. It was September and I was going to the local college, taking afternoon classes. Dad had his own construction business and worked odd hours. My mother worked in an office and didn't get home until after five in the afternoon. One day, I was in the bathroom, still dripping from my shower, I had my leg propped up on the edge of the tub for balance and was bent over,. We had all worn through three pairs of soft shoes, but in reality, an additional sole was added on the outside, and more lining to the inside. In spite of all this work, she found time to decorate our clothing with feathers, beads, dyes, and designs. I had to caution her against making our traveling clothing very eye-catching, since we would rather not draw attention to ourselves, but to keep her happy allowed her to make clothing we never wore, that were shockingly coloured and festooned with. On the other hand, I didn't want her waking up to smell what I was smelling (me) so I got up and covered her with the sheet. Before going to the kitchen to investigate what she had besides eggs and shredded cheese, I decided to put my underwear and jeans back on. It was late September, and Indian Summer was in full force, so staying shirtless was comfortable. My thinking was that, half-dressed like I was, she could either hand me my shirt, or suggest I take the jeans off again.It turned out she.