Ghost Of Culture

Honestly, this will be the first time I have fingered someone, for myself and for Richard.

As a stupid teenager, I just want to stick it in as soon as possible without any foreplay. As for Richard, his wife didn"t let him, and I am glad that she did. I wouldn"t want to remember touching her darkness.

Hah!

In any case, I am more than certain that my daughter is nice and tight, considering that my daughter is genuinely a virgin despite those sweet juices continuously spilling out of her wet p.u.s.s.y.

The very same p.u.s.s.y that is being spread by my thumbs on each nether lip.

Her a.s.s is also spread by me through the use of my hands, palming and squeezing them with very little restrain. My daughter didn"t seem to mind.

In fact, my daughter is enjoying me mauling her shapely a.s.s, and everything that going on in her mind just makes me incredible hot and hard. f.u.c.k!

I wonder what my daughter would say if I just stick my head in and lap up all that shade of pink, giving her a good licking and tongue f.u.c.king.

Oh. Just thinking about it makes prec.u.m leaks out of the tip of my hard c.o.c.k.

And I am sure that my daughter wouldn"t be able to say much if I play my cards right, and I always play my cards right against my gullible daughter. Hah!

"Alright, sweetie. Daddy is going to finger your p.u.s.s.y now to see whether it is infected with tightness or not, so no matter what happens next, promise me that you try to remain on the table, okay?"

I tell my daughter as I lean my head in to have a close look, all while licking my lips and swallowing an awful amount of saliva.

My c.o.c.k understands my pa.s.sion, bobbing heavily between my legs, wanting to have a turn right away.

Wait your turn, Junior! Me first!

d.a.m.n, I am such a pervert, but I cannot help it.

Oh wait. How do I finger her when both of my hands are preoccupied? Ah. I will just improvise. It isn"t like I haven"t done such a thing before. Heh.

"O-okay, daddy. I will try."

My daughter responses the moment my tongue protrudes out of my lips and slides over her beautiful shades of pink between her nether lips, forcing her to twitch and moan.

Oh, the Great Maker! It is like sweet nectar. Like sweet nectar!

I need more.

I really need more.

Give me more! More!

And without any thought, my tongue immediately laps onto her spread p.u.s.s.y, sucking up those sweet honey of hers like a hungry beast.

"D-daddy!? What are you…!? Uh!"

My daughter calls out as my tongue licks her up and down repeatedly, starting from the bottom to the top, taking it all in and savoring each drop of her addictive juices.

And in doing so, my tongue also sends shockwaves shooting up her body right to her brain.

Her legs weaken greatly as I practically devour her p.u.s.s.y at this point.

Sadly, it did not ask long since I couldn"t really get my tongue inside due to the tightness.

She is so tight and so hot.
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"Ah. Daddy is so sorry, sweetie. I have to use my tongue to clean the inside of your p.u.s.s.y to see since my hands are too busy at spreading it open. If only there is a way to keep it spread, freeing my hands."

I response while licking my lips, swallowing the goodness.

I need to bring her to o.r.g.a.s.m, so I can savor the taste once more.

And considering her wrecked state, it will not be that hard.

My daughter pants and takes a long time to ponder about what I have just said. She eventually accepts my bulls.h.i.+t explanations.

"Do you want me to spread my legs more, daddy?"

My daughter asks afterwards and inches both of her legs apart, spreading her p.u.s.s.y more. She is such a good daughter. A really good daughter.

But it isn"t what I have in mind. However, I will play along for now.

"Wow, you are smart, sweetie. Can you spread it more?"

I ask, and my daughter tries to until she is on her tiptoe.

Despite that, my daughter still manages to support her entire body and weight, keeping it resting on top of the kitchen table.

"I think I can only spread this far, daddy."

My daughter tells me.

That is my cue to get her to do what I really want.

"Ah, okay, sweetie. It is not spread enough, sweetie. How about you reach your hands back here and hold onto your a.s.s for me. Yes. Like that. Just hold onto them and pull them apart as far as you can."

I help my daughter plants both of her hands onto her b.u.t.t cheeks and spreads them apart for me. And once she did so, I move back to capture the full view.

"Like this, daddy?"

My daughter questions while being unable to turn her head around to see what I am doing.

I am actually stroking my hard c.o.c.k at the lovely sight. It is covered completely in prec.u.m now.

There, lying with her upper body on the kitchen table, my daughter is presenting her p.u.s.s.y to me with both hands eagerly.

Unholy s.h.i.+t!

If only I have a camera.

Actually, I shouldn"t since any evidence is a great risk, especially with my b.i.t.c.h of a wife around.

I need to get rid of b.i.t.c.h first to start making my own collection of home p.o.r.nos with my daughter for memory. Hah!

Now that both of my hands are free, I move in closer and stroke her nether lips with my fingers, forcing her to moan. I then push a finger in between her lips slowly, finding it is quite tight indeed.

And wet too.

"It seems kind of tight, sweetie. Hang on."

I comment before pus.h.i.+ng my finger deeper and wiggling around, forcing an arousing gasp out of my daughter.

Mary is unsure why she let out such a sound, but she didn"t dislike it. She actually likes everything that I doing to her p.u.s.s.y, as it should be.

As it should be!

With a broad smile on my face, I pull my finger back out before pus.h.i.+ng it back in, deeper than before to try and simulate a f.u.c.king motion, earning more gasps from my daughter.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?"

I ask as I pump her tight c.u.n.t with my finger. It is so tight, and I swear my d.i.c.k will get squeeze to death if it goes in there first.

"I feel good, daddy. Really good. Mm…?"

My daughter answers me as I speed up, causing sloppy sounds to echo around the kitchen.

While I have never fingered anyone before, my daughter has never been fingered before, so it is kind of balance itself out. And with new experimentations on my part, I learn how to bring her to absolute climax.

Soon enough, two of my fingers are in her tight p.u.s.s.y, drilling her virgin pothole, causing her to groan and grunt in utter delight.

"D-d-daddy! I think I"m going to pee!"

My daughter calls out. Before I could answer, her whole body tenses up and shudders as warm juices gushes out of her c.u.n.t. It is not urine. It is the sweet nectar.

It takes a while for her to descend to earth from the o.r.g.a.s.mic pleasure. It isn"t the first time that she o.r.g.a.s.ms, but it is the strongest one yet.

"I"m sorry, daddy."

My daughter apologizes breathlessly as I slowly pull out and lick my fingers, getting that delicious taste back into my mouth.

"There is no need to apologize, sweetie. I think I will have to –

The phone rings. Ah f.u.c.king h.e.l.l.

Who the f.u.c.k is calling!? And what time is it!?

There is only one person to ever call at this hour!

And I swear the longer that b.i.t.c.h remains on this earth, she is going to interrupt our daddy-daughter time.

"Can I get the phone? It could be, mummy, daddy."

My daughter asks, remembering that she cannot get off the kitchen table without my say so. I let out a sigh and get off from the floor. What a f.u.c.king way to kill a b.o.n.e.r.

And if I don"t pick up, b.i.t.c.h will leave a really long message on the answering machine.

Just thinking about it softens my c.o.c.k.

"Right after I plug up your a.s.shole first, sweetie. It is to make sure all that venom stays in there while you answer the phone. Just stay still, okay?"

I tell my daughter before picking up a b.u.t.t plug off the table. I will have her wear the a.n.a.l beads some other time, like tomorrow at the costume party.

"Wait, what, daddy!? Daddy!"

My daughter screams soon after.