Ghost Of Culture

Her eyes are all red and wet.

She must have struggled quite a bit with my hard c.o.c.k nested nicely in her throat, pumping out gallons of c.u.m right into her stomach.

So much milks have spilled out of her lips and onto her chest and body, not to mention onto the couch itself. It will be a ch.o.r.e to clean this up.

Oh well. We can always get a new couch.

And with her expression, I thought for a second that my daughter is going to chastise me or something along that line.

Doing so would surely get the attention of her mother, who is still on the phone.

"Richard? Are you still there!? Richard!"

b.i.t.c.h calls out.

Jesus, calm your t.i.ts.

My hand still covers the microphone, preventing any noises beside m.u.f.fling sounds to be transmitted to the other side.

I could also hear some noises in the background, meaning that b.i.t.c.h is not really alone at the moment.

b.i.t.c.h is certainly enjoying herself.

I am as well, so what am I complaining about?

"I"m so sorry, daddy. There is just so much to swallow when you have your c.o.c.k so deep in my throat."

My daughter apologizes, making me chuckle lightly.

What a lovely angel my daughter is, honestly. She never blames other for whatever happens, and yes, she did say that. I teach her all the nice terms last night when I slam her a.s.s.

She also swallows hard and licks her lips clean of my s.p.u.n.k, letting me watch.

I don"t need to say what my junior is behaving at the moment. More like misbehaving.

Calm the f.u.c.k down, junior! You will have your fun. Let me make sure some stuff first!

"No worry, sweetie. We can clean it all up later. For now, your mother wants to speak to you. But you must remember, sweetie, you must not tell your mother anything about the venom, including both of our problems. I don"t want your mother to worry about us when she is doing so much of G.o.d"s works."

I tell my daughter, borrowing the Almighty for a bit.

Any bulls.h.i.+ts related to G.o.d is strengthened by a million folds.

That is some brainwas.h.i.+ng by the Church right there. Hah!

"Okay, daddy. I won"t tell mummy. I don"t want her to get mad. But what about you? Your c.o.c.k is still very swollen. And I think it just becomes bigger?"

My daughter responses, finding nothing wrong with what she has said.

c.o.c.k isn"t a bad word. In fact, it is a good word thanks to me.

Her eyes stare at my steel rod, which stands erected, pointing upwards.

It will take a lot to make me go limps. I mean a lot more than one round. It seems like the more I c.u.m, the more I can c.u.m. Must have something to do with the Power of the Gamer.

What doesn"t kill me, will make stronger, sort of thing.

"Ah yes. If there is another way to get the venom out without using your mouth, sweetie. Hmm…?"

I response while rubbing my chin, making it seems like I am thinking.

I am obviously not since I want my daughter to come up with a solution herself.

I cannot just say: turn around and let daddy f.u.c.k your a.s.s.

It will totally work, but there is just something very arousing in hearing my daughter asks for it herself, especially innocently.

"Oh, I know how to get it all out, daddy. You can put your c.o.c.k in my a.s.s while I talk to mummy. I think you need to apply more venom inside because it feels like it"s getting tight again."

My daughter suggests without a shred of shyness.

Unholy f.u.c.k!

She really has no clue what she is asking of her daddy.

I slap my head in response.

"Ah, that"s right. Thank you for reminding me, sweetie. I almost forgot about it. But before that, I think I need to ma.s.sage your chest for bit. It will helps get out the venom faster."

I response while staring at that pair of t.i.ts, wondering how tight the valley between them is.

The ribbons really strap around her chest really bind those melons together nicely. I still cannot believe she wears it in place of a bra.

"But what about the venom, daddy? Aren"t you dangerous to you?"

My daughter questions, referring to the s.p.u.n.k that coats her body.

Wait, did I say that it is dangerous for me to come into contact with it?

I don"t really remember since I have made up so many bulls.h.i.+ts over the course of a few days. I really hope that I won"t say something contradicting. It would break the illusion in her mind if I did.

"Not to worry, sweetie. Having so much venoms in me, I do build up some sort of resistance. Now, can you talk to your mother? She will get very upset if you let her wait too long. Please ignore me as best as you can, okay, sweetie?"

I tell my daughter and hand the phone to her.

b.i.t.c.h has been shouting for the last minute or so, but I didn"t bother to pay attention. I give basically a rat-a.s.s about what she says.

"h.e.l.lo, mummy?"

My daughter trills happily once she accepts the phone.

"Ah, sorry, daddy is helping me with something, so that is why I couldn"t get to the phone sooner."

She continues, smiling up at me.

Did I just teach her to lie to her mother?

Well, it is not really a lie if I think about it. I am really helping her.

"Lean back a little, sweetie."

I whisper softly, and my daughter nods in understanding, all while continue to talk to her mother.

Mary is telling her mother about the party today. The costume and slumber party with just me and 3 lovely teenagers who know nothing about s.e.x.

Yeah. Nothing can go wrong. Nothing at all.

My daughter leans back against the couch as I have asked, allowing me to climb on and straddle her, one leg on each side of her perfect body.

And as I did so, my hard c.o.c.k b.u.mps and slaps against her well-toned stomach, making her covers her mouth to stop herself from giggling.

My daughter looks up at me as I stand over rigs, seemingly like I am going to ride her.

Well, not me personally.

My junior will take a fun ride between a valley of flesh.

With one hand around my c.o.c.k, guiding it along, I lean forwards and press the oozing c.o.c.khead against lovely valley between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s from below.

And once my c.o.c.k is in position, I let it go and grab her t.i.ts on both sides with both hands. I push them together as my hip push forwards, ramming my c.o.c.k right between that soft valley.

"Oh, sweet mother of Jesus."

I call out as I feel her b.r.e.a.s.t.s crus.h.i.+ng against my meat. The s.p.u.n.ks that she had spilled a moment ago lubricate the valley very nicely.

My daughter giggles at my prayer.

Yup. It is a prayer. I thank the Great Maker for this fleshy pleasure!

"Sorry, mummy. Daddy just prayed to the Virgin Mary."

Mary adds after her mother probably asks why my daughter is laughing when her mother is telling her about all the good works that she did.

Like I have said, b.i.t.c.h only talks about the bible stuff.

That is no fun. No fun at all!

I smile and hold her chest tightly, jerking my hips back and forth, pounding my c.o.c.k between her huge melons.

It feels so nice and so different.

Her t.i.ts are definitely made to swallow my c.o.c.k. Hah!

My daughter couldn"t see what is happening, but she could see the c.o.c.khead emerges from between her breast every time I push my hips forwards.

"Have a lick when it reaches your mouth, sweetie. Lick it just like you would to a lollipop."

I suggest as I increase my speed, jolting her on the couch quite a bit. She did what I suggest, opening her mouth to lick the c.o.c.khead whenever it spears out of the valley.

Oh f.u.c.k! That feels so good. So. f.u.c.king. Good.

My hands squeeze her chest harder, rubbing my thumbs across the little k.n.o.bs that is sticking out on the ribbon, invitingly. All while my c.o.c.k buries between her flesh, pumping up and down really fast in an effort to play hide and seek with her mouth.

She seems to enjoy it, flexing her tongue onto the tip whenever she can. She even manages to capture it in her mouth once or twice.

And as a reward for her effort, I slam my hips against her chest, pus.h.i.+ng my c.o.c.k into her hot mouth and staying there for more than a handful of seconds.

"Hmmm-mmm? Ah sorry, mummy, I"m sucking on daddy"s lollipop right now. I mean –

My daughter tells her mother, making me flinch.

Wait. What did she say!?

Oh G.o.d. I"m going to blow it! No. I mean I am going to blow!

I immediately grab the cordless phone off her hand and pull my throbbing c.o.c.k out of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and shove it against her opened lips.

"Dad!?"

My daughter cries out in surprise, but my hard c.o.c.k cuts her right off, filling her mouth and intruding into her throat.

Straight away, my c.o.c.k begins to twitch.

Her blue eyes widen as she gulps down the steamy venom frantically. Her mind just goes utterly blank.

"Ah, I am so sorry, honey, our daughter is choking on my lollipop right now. I think I have accidently push it too deep into her mouth."

I tell her mother as I watch my daughter swallow the huge load that is shooting right into her very hot mouth with her lips being stretched fully around the base of my c.o.c.k and her tongue squirms under my length.

I swear I could feel the force of the squirts splashes against the back of her throat, but unlike before, my daughter takes it like a champ, swallowing everything I feed her with a bright smile on her face.

"Richard!? Why are you feeding our daughter candy?"

b.i.t.c.h asks as my erection pumps Mary. Eventually, I pull back so that my hard c.o.c.k isn"t pressing into the back of her throat.

"Keep sucking, sweetie. You are such a good girl."

I tell my daughter before returning my attention to the phone.

My daughter smiles around my c.o.c.k. Her red eyes bright with happiness, having it in her mouth. She begins to bob her head back and forth.

"Ah. I"m so sorry, honey. I thought Mary would like some. I will put her back on the phone once I help her with this."

I apologize and put the phone on mute before looking down at my daughter with her lips around my c.o.c.k.

I think a punishment is in order for almost revealing to her mother my s.e.xual escapade.