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The sun had just begun to set over the quaint Czech village as 18-year-old Aneta raced home from her friend’s place. She was running late and knew her strict father would ground her for a month if he found out she’d been gallivanting around town when she should have been doing homework. Slipping in through her bedroom window, Aneta breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she’d dodged a bullet.

Little did she know, her dad hadn’t even begun to dish out her punishment yet. Peeking her head into the living room, Aneta was surprised not to see him glaring at her, ready to read her the riot act. Instead, she heard a muffled moan coming from the direction of the basement. Curiosity piqued, the young vixen crept down the stairs, her heart racing with anticipation.

What she saw next left Aneta slack-jawed and blushing. There was her dad, stripped down to his boxers, feverishly frigging himself while watching what looked like porn on his laptop. But this wasn’t just your run-of-the-mill, tamer fare – no, this was hardcore stuff, with a buxom brunette getting her tight little ass stretched by a meaty fist.

Aneta felt a confusing mix of shock, disgust, and…arousal. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the depraved display unfolding on screen and couldn’t help but notice how her father’s grunts and groans seemed to match the girl’s muffled cries of discomfort and reluctant pleasure.

A sudden loud yelp by the woman onscreen snapped Aneta back to reality. She ducked just as her father stood up, his hard cock straining against his underwear. He shuffled back upstairs, leaving Aneta in stunned silence. She thought about running after him, confronting him, but something held her back.

Nervously, Aneta approached the laptop, its screen frozen on a frame of the brunette slouched against a wall, her face twisted in a mix of pain and ecstasy. The girl’s anus was visibly stretched beyond its limits, red and glistening from abuse. “Fisting,” Aneta murmured to herself, light bulb moments of revelation flaring in her mind.

Aneta quickly searched the internet for information on fisting, her curiosity overriding any nausea she felt from her dad’s illicit proclivities. As she scrolled, she came across a video that made her blood run cold…and hot. On it, a girl who looked eerily like her was being stretched out by a mechanical fist on a sex machine. “Fuck,” Aneta breathed, rubbing her thighs together. “That must be…”

Emboldened, she opened her closet and dug out her secret stash – a fake ID, an old school friend’s discarded sex toy collection, and a well-worn copy of “The Joy of Genital Fisting.” With a combination of trepidation and excitement, Aneta undressed and began applying some of the techniques she’d just learned.

She lay back on her bed, legs spread open, and circled her clit with quickening fingers, edging herself to the brink of climax. Peering down, she spread herself open, noting how her opening yawned for penetration. Reaching with moistened digits, Aneta gently pushed in, marveling at the strange sensations as her fingers breached her ring.

The Czech temptress bit her lip and slid in deeper, curling her fingers to hit new pleasure zones. As her muscles relaxed, she began pumping in and out, stoking the fires of lust. Experimentally, she added a second finger, relishing the delicious stretch. “More,” she hissed, sinking in to the last knuckle. Sweat beaded on her skin as she finger-fucked herself with increasing fervor, vagina clenching tightly.

Suddenly, it clicked – that moment of epiphany as the toy she’d used before snapped back into place. It was as if her mind had been unlocked, willing her to delve even deeper. Aneta spat on her hand and added a third finger, hissing as persistent pleasure overwhelmed any pain. Her palm entered next, popping past the tight ring with sharp relief. Facing her biggest fear, she planted her thumb firmly and clenched down, muscles bulging and aching.

Breath ragged, Aneta established a mating rhythm, desperate for more. Reaching over, she picked up her vibrator and placed it against her clit, holding the humming toy in place as she thrust in and out, fucking herself furiously. A scream ripped from her throat as she climaxed, body shuddering violently and mind whiting out from euphoric overload.

Slowly regaining her senses, Aneta extracted her red, angry hand and lay back, sore muscles twitching from overuse. As she cooled down and came fully to her senses, a wave of disgust washed over her. What had she become? What deprave line had she crossed today? Despicable though it was, the Czech vixen knew there would be no going back after that eyeopening experience. She could never revert to a vanilla prudence.

The smutty Czech teen smothered a giggle as she began concocting a plan. If that was the perverted niche her father enjoyed, then she would feed his sick desires tenfold. Googling local kink stores, Aneta began making mental lists of toys and products she would need to work her fisting fetish to its maximum – starting with a massive muscular dildo and a cold pack for chronic swelling. Reaching into her underwear, she scooped out a satiny bead of cum, savoring the taste of her naughty discovery.

With a manic grin, the since-corrupted Aneta snapped the vibrator onto low, content to fantasize and tease herself back to wanton desperation. As always, there was work to be done.