Ghost Of Culture

But she is my little liar.

It is all for the greater good in her mind, and she doesn"t want her mother to get upset at her by finding out the truth. I mean somewhat of a truth. I would be upset too if I find out my lovely teenage daughter is getting f.u.c.ked in the a.s.s while talking to me over the phone.

Hah!

I think any sane person would.

Anyway, for her moaning and grunting effort, I reward her with a couple of creamy loads right up her tight a.s.s. I would have done a lot more like maybe spearing her virgin c.u.n.t as well, but she really needs to get change to welcome her friends for the costume and slumber party.

She can"t be wearing this when she greets them, as they will likely be with one or both of their parents.

I also need to wear something. Walking around the house naked is only possible with only my daughter since I have taught her so well.

How can I spread my culture to her friends, so I can f.u.c.k them up the a.s.s too? I think I could get away with a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b and facial since my daughter tells her friends about a facial cream that only I can make.

b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

Yeah, I will totally cream their faces tonight. Thinking about it makes me h.o.r.n.y as well f.u.c.k, and I have just come twice.

"Richard."

b.i.t.c.h calls my name once I have taken back the phone from my daughter. She is in no condition to talk to anyone at the moment. She is a gaping mess on the floor with my creamy s.p.u.n.k continuously oozing out of her spread a.s.shole.

My c.o.c.k is pretty thick, and I think it has gotten thicker, at least it is thicker than the b.u.t.t plug. I think this is because of what I am now.

I am a Primordial Champion of l.u.s.t. The more I f.u.c.k, the more powerful I become!

Hah! Just awesome. Just so awesome!

Ahem.

"Yes, honey?"

I response as I look down at my daughter. She will recover soon since it isn"t anything she hasn"t really experience before. Last night session is more intense than this.

"Why does it sound like…?"

b.i.t.c.h is hesitant.

I chuckle inwardly and decide to mess around with her a bit. Richard wouldn"t out of fear or whatever, but I would. I am me, and I think my personality is rubbing off on him a bit. He is getting bolder lately, or maybe he is finally coming out of his sh.e.l.l?

Who knows.

"Sounds like what, honey? Having s.e.x?"

I question blatantly in a low tone of voice. I didn"t want my daughter to hear me, but I think her mind is currently elsewhere with the ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.ms she had been feeling.

My daughter still doesn"t understand that sensation, but she didn"t dislike it. In fact, she seems to love it, thus the only way she can get it is through me. Obviously, she didn"t want to say it out loud.

Maybe I can make her beg, I mean really beg for it?

"No. Why did you think that?"

b.i.t.c.h questions. Her voice becomes aggressive again. She wants to be aggressive, huh?

I will be way more aggressive than her!

"Oh. I don"t know, honey. It has been like what, 10 years since we have s.e.x? I understand that you are not in the mood. You never are, but perhaps maybe you are wrong about that because you just accuse me of f.u.c.king our daughter while she is talking to you over the phone. Do you know how insane that sounds!?"

I tell b.i.t.c.h as I head out of the living room. I don"t want my daughter to hear the conversation since I don"t want her to ask questions about having s.e.x yet, not because I don"t want her never to. It is more of me not figuring out a good excuse yet.

"No. I didn"t mean it, Richard. I just thought it sounds a lot like s.e.x."

b.i.t.c.h tells me.

"Yeah. Like you know how it sounds like after all these years. I have worked hard for this family. And I have taken care of our daughter to the best of my ability, yet you still accuse me of such thing. Maybe it isn"t me who need to read the bible. It is you, honey."

I snort then take a deep breath. I need to make her feel guilty. I mean really guilty.

"I"m sorry, honey. I shouldn"t have raised my voice. I am just very stressed with this costume. I usually don"t do these things, you know. But it"s okay. Please continue doing the good that you are doing. I"ll take care of our daughter in your stead. I"m sure you are not wasting time like me."

I tell her before taking another deep breath, making sure she heard it clearly.

"Actually, I"m currently at a party."

b.i.t.c.h mutters and tells me all about it. She is actually at a party of sort from all the noises I can hear in the background. She obviously didn"t want to attend, but it is weird if she does not, considering that everyone did.

"I see. Well. That is fine, honey. I will join the party with our daughter tonight. I hope you don"t think I shouldn"t."

I drive home the nail. Honestly, her expressed permission would help me greatly since Mary listens to her mother more than me.

"No. No. You should, Richard. In fact, I need you to make sure Mary and her friends have a good time together tonight. Can you put her on the phone again, so I can tell her that?"

b.i.t.c.h tells me.

I head back into the living room and check on my daughter. She is pulling herself off the floor slowly, finding my s.p.u.n.k sliding down her thighs.

"Mary. Your mother wants to tell you something before she hangs up."

I tell my daughter and hand her the phone.

"What is it, mummy?"

My daughter questions and brushes her hair out of her face with her other hand. That is so cute from where I am sitting on the couch. My c.o.c.k is still erected, and she definitely notices it.

"Mary. I want your father to look after you and the others tonight for the sleepover, so please listen to everything he tells you, okay, sweetheart?"

b.i.t.c.h tells my daughter.

"Okay, mummy, I will."

My daughter responses. She talks some more before saying her goodbye rather cheerfully. She would really love for me to join the party, and now I can with permission.

Not that I need permission but having one does allow me to have the voice of authority. Hah!

Oh wait. I do have a good idea. It might even help me get into the pants of those s.e.xy teenagers a lot more easier. And it couldn"t really hurt to try.

I take back the phone after my daughter says her goodbye.

"Oh yeah, honey. I know that our daughter is a very good girl since we have raised her with love and care and G.o.d, but I might have a bit of problem with Alice and Sophia. It would be nice if you can talk to their mothers about it. You know, making sure that I am in charge."

I request of my wife. Alice and Sophia are much like my daughters, as in their mothers raised them to love G.o.d and only G.o.d.

"You don"t have to tell me that, Richard. Is that all?"

b.i.t.c.h replies, making me wince in annoyance. No. It is not all. Why don"t you drink yourself to death, you b.i.t.c.h!? Oh wait. You don"t drink. It is a sin to drink. f.u.c.k you.

"Yes, honey."

I put on a smile as I point at my c.o.c.k, telling my daughter to suck it. She totally did. Happily, despite it was up her s.h.i.+thole a few minutes ago. This is basically a.s.s to mouth.

A groan escapes my throat as my daughter takes me deep into her throat without my help. She is quite a good c.o.c.ksucker.

b.i.t.c.h tells me a few more things, making sure of a few pointless things such as our daughter and her friends have to be in bed by 9.

s.h.i.+ts like that. The more she raves on about it, the more I pound our daughter, getting ball-deep into her mouth.

"You can count on me, honey. Please enjoy your party. I certainly will enjoy mine."

I response before hanging up.

The cordless phone is tossed to the side, allowing me to grab hold of my daughter by the head to really f.u.c.k her face.

"You have heard your mother, sweetie. I will have to take charge tonight, so whatever happens, please don"t argue with me, okay?"

I tell my daughter as I choke her with my huge c.o.c.k. She gags with her hands gripping my thighs tightly. Her saliva runs down to my b.a.l.l.s, staining the couch even more.

"Gluck. Gluck. Gluck."

My daughter responses.

"Um. Jesus. It is coming out again, sweetie. Swallow it!"
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I call out and break a nut into her mouth and throat. She literally drowns herself in my hot s.p.u.n.k. Her tight throat constantly pulses, swallowing my cream with big gulps.

It takes a minute for me to empty my b.a.l.l.s once more, but I leave my c.o.c.k in her mouth for about 20 minutes more, enjoying the sucking and s...o...b..ring sensation.

I would have love to leave it there longer, but someone pulls up into the driveway.

"Oh. I think your friends are here, honey."

They are a bit early for lunch together, but it is fine. My daughter heads upstairs to change out of her clothes since the costume thing is in the afternoon. I also put on my clothes.

As for the mess in the living room, I think it is fine since only the girl knocks on the door.

"h.e.l.lo, Mr. Wilson. Is Mary home? I hope I am not too early. My parents have to go somewhere, so he can only drop me off right now."

A lovely girl with long straight black hair and dark brown eyes greets me. She is wearing a nun uniform, which hide much of her skin, but not her a.s.sets.

Unholy s.h.i.+t!

Her t.i.ts are as huge as my daughter"s!

I stop staring at them long enough to pay attention to her father, who waves at me. I wave back with a smile.

The number above his head tells me he is quite frustrated, but considering what a b.i.t.c.h his wife is, it is expected.

"Don"t worry, I will take good care of her!"

I call out and let Alice inside the house. She is carrying quite a bit of stuff. Probably gifts since she likes to give gifts. She always gives me one when she comes here.

Alice looks upstairs for a moment when Mary calls out and tells her that she is in the shower currently and she will be down soon.

"That"s fine, Mary. I can wait in your room. Oh here, Mr. Wilson. My sister craft this for you. I think it fits you well."

Alice hands me a small box before heading upstairs, allowing me to stare at her a.s.s.

My c.o.c.k is getting mightily hard. I will try to get it in there tonight. Hah!

I rub the tent a bit once Alice is out of view before heading to the living room. The c.u.m has dried up a bit, but it still looks quite messing. I guess I will have to clean it up.

Before that, I want to see what kind of gift I get. I recall that her sister is a nun.

She is quite a hardcore religious nut. I remember that she graduated from the same all-girl high school that my daughter is attending. It was a few years ago.

I open the box to look inside. It is a silver cross. It looks like the one Alice is wearing on her neck, giving her this innocent outward appearance. I will totally take advantage of that innocent.

Hah!

I suppose that her sister also gives her one. I smile and drop it into my palm.

Big mistake.

The d.a.m.n thing burns me, leaving a mark in my hand.

A chunk of my time just vanishes as well, leaving me with only a couple of hours left.

What the f.u.c.k!?

The cross is now glowing red hot on the floor. It is not burning into the carpet though. The glow stops after a while, returning to normal.

Oh s.h.i.+t. Is Alice giving one to my daughter!?