“Okay, Dad, I’ll see if I can.” Hayley said into her mobile and hung up. She was standing in the front playground of the Mrs Strictland Girl’s College, with her friend Miranda.
“Dad can’t pick me up today,” She told her friend. “I guess I’ll have to walk.”
“Walk?” Miranda asked, alarmed. “Are you sure?”
“Mum’s away on a Bible Study tour,” She explained. “Plus Daddy’s working so hard. I hope Jesus watches over him.”
“Amen.” Miranda said fervently.
“I know the way, but I’ve never walked home alone.” She said.
“Maybe my Mum could give you a lift?” Miranda offered.
“No,” Said Hayley. “I should walk. It’ll do me good.”
With her display of resolve, Hayley set her mind straight and said goodbye to Miranda before walking out the front gate in the direction of home. It was only three blocks through the leafy suburb, yet she had never done it before. Her mother was extremely strict about girls being alone, so that even though Hayley had turned eighteen the previous week, she was rarely unsupervised.
She was striding down the block, trying not to walk too fast so she looked braver. She was an impressive sight and turned heads in all the passing cars. She was about six feet tall, with a long flowing head of beautiful blonde hair. She was captain of the hockey team, the girl’s football team and a tennis player, so that her demure uniform could not conceal her athletic figure. Her face was angelic, with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Her young breasts pushed out her blazer, big even for her sporty frame.
Nearly halfway home, she was feeling good about the whole thing. The sun was shining, the school day was over and that weekend she was having a belated birthday party with her friends, as long as Mum approved the guest list Hayley had emailed her. She was smiling at nothing, giving every passing man all sorts of ideas.
A horn blared, startling her. She looked up and saw a dirty four-wheel drive next to her on the road, the driver staring down at her. He looked mean and dirty himself, with long lank hair and a face that appeared stuck in a permanent scowl.
“Hey sweetcheeks,” He called out. “How about a ride?”
“No thank you.” She said primly, walking on, forcing herself not to run. The car kept pace with her.
“C’mon, baby,” The guy said. “You can sit on my lap.”
He laughed harshly. Hayley didn’t understand why he would want her to do this. She walked on silently.
“You can sit on my trouser snake, baby.” He called.
This was entirely puzzling. She couldn’t help but look up at his grinning face.
“Trouser snake? What’s that?”
The guy stared for a moment, then laughed loudly and sped off up the street, leaving Hayley to walk home unenlightened.
Bernie was tired and horny and was extremely glad to get home. He pulled into the driveway and killed the engine before sitting, staring at the house for a few minutes. He knew that Hayley would already be home, probably sitting doing her homework or even reading the Bible in front of the window. No television or internet for Hayley. Her mother had seen to that, just as she had seen to Bernie’s sex life.
Bernie’s wife Freda had once been a fun-loving girl, but her inclusion in a local church had caused a rapid downslide in Bernie’s life. Now all his wife wanted was to talk about the Bible, expound the problems of sin and totally control the development of her teen daughter. This had included sending her to Mrs Strictland College, a girls’ school where the idea of sex-ed was heretical, no internet was allowed, no television or movies, and the teachers were basically hard-line fundamentalists.
He got his briefcase out of the car and made his way inside. Just as he expected, Hayley was sitting at the window with the Bible open. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
“Hello, Daddy,” She beamed. “How was your day?”
“Same old, same old, honey.”
He put down his stuff and looked at her. It was probably for the better she had a controlling mother. She had changed out of her uniform into shorts and a tight t-shirt, which gave the impression of miles of tanned legs and arms. If she was in a co-ed school she would be the sex symbol of the place, he knew. He could feel his own cock twitch, even though he knew it was so wrong.
“How about a hug?” He asked, spontaneously. He wanted to feel some contact other than the icy touch of his wife. His daughter beamed even more and bounced over into his arms, taller than him by two inches. Her big breasts squashed into his chest. Automatically he put one hand on her back and the other on one of her buttocks, quickly moving upward. Her ass had felt so firm, her body so perfect, that his cock was now properly hard.
This was nothing new. Bernie had secretly lusted after his daughter for a while, in fact just before she left on her latest tour his wife had almost caught him wanking over Hayley’s newest set of school photos. He didn’t understand where his daughter got her genes from. He himself was short, balding and rotund, not an attractive man at all. So now he got a bit of a fix hugging his gorgeous daughter’s body at every opportunity.
“Daddy?” She asked.
“Yes, hon?” He looked into that beautiful face.
“What’s a trouser snake?”
He snorted laughter in surprise, releasing her. His boner had been close to poking her hip.
“What? Where’d you hear that, honey?”
“A man said it to me, this afternoon.”
“Oh,” Bernie’s mind reeled. “Did this man do anything to you, Hayley?”
“No, he just drove past me on my way home. What did he mean, daddy? What’s a trouser snake?”
“Oh, its, well,” He looked at his daughter’s innocent face. “Its nothing, hon. Boy stuff, don’t you worry.”
“Oh, okay.” She gave him another hug, brushing his chest with hers, before bounding back to the Bible.
Holy shit, Bernie thought.
That afternoon, as he got changed and started making dinner for himself and his daughter, he kept thinking of the feel of her ass cheek under is hand, plus her innocent face as she had asked him about the trouser snake. His own trouser snake would not go away, he knew he was going to have a long session with the school photos later on.
They sat down to dinner, Hayley tying her hair back in a cute double ponytail. Bernie made her sit quite close to him. He asked her a bunch of usual questions about school, silently mortified by what they were putting into that pretty head.
“I’ve figured it out.” She said suddenly.
“Figured what out, honey?”
“What a trouser snake is.”
Oh dear, he thought. I’m not ready to have this talk with a girl so unprepared.
“It’s a snake that lives in men’s trousers, isn’t it?” She asked, obviously convinced of her own cunning. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes honey, you’re right.” Phew, dodged that one.
“Are they dangerous, daddy?”
His imagination raced to come up with something.
“Only to men,” He said. “Little girls don’t have to worry about them.”
“Have you ever seen one?” She asked, her chicken forgotten, bright blue eyes staring at him.
“Oh yes,” He tried. “Every man has one. Every man keeps one in his trousers.”
“Wow,” She breathed. “There’s one in your pants right now?”
“Yes, of course,” Oh God, why had he said all this? “It keeps my pants safe.”
“What if it bites you?”
“Oh, its well trained.” He assured her.
“Can I see it?” She asked.
What was he going to do now? His trouser snake was certainly awake, it was rock hard in his pants. Part of his mind wanted to take it out, to show his daughter the erection she had given him. Her beautiful eighteen year old face was leaning towards him, pink lips slightly open in her amazement at this new information she was hearing.
“I’m afraid you can’t see it, honey,” He croaked. “Girls aren’t allowed to see them.”
“Oh,” Her face fell. “Okay.”
“Would you like to touch it?” He surprised himself by saying. His heart lurched and started beating very quickly, where was he going with this?
“Won’t it bite me?” She cried.
“No, no, its trained. And it can’t hurt you anyway. You’re a girl.”
“Oh,” She smiled nervously. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll pet it.”
“Close your eyes.”
Hayley closed them, now smiling. Bernie put down his fork and reached under the edge of the tablecloth. He slowly unzipped his pants and pushed down his boxers, freeing his erection. His cock was quite long, about nine inches, stiffening out completely now that it was free. He looked his daughter all over, from her brown thighs to the shirt stretched over her unbelievably firm breasts. This was the last chance to back out.
“I’ll put your hand on it.” He said.
“Okay Daddy.” She answered, obviously excited. He picked up her warm hand and guided it under the table cloth, biting his lip as he moved it towards his cock. Her fingers bumped the shaft, making her gasp.
“Close your hand around it,” He told her, moving her fingers. “Like this. Keep your eyes closed.”
The delicate fist gripped his shaft tenderly. He released a sigh, trying to keep it silent. No woman had touched his cock for over a year.
“That’s it, keep your eyes closed,” He told her. “Now you can pet it. Just slide your hand up and down like this.”
He held her wrist with one hand, her fingers with his other and guided her to stroke his shaft, up and down. She was holding quite lightly, obviously nervous about the snake.
“It feels so hot.” She giggled, eyes still closed.
“Yes, it will.” Bernie was struggling to keep his voice level as his daughter gave him a long, slow wank. Her face was close to his, so that he could see the moistness of her full, pink lips. He wished he could get his penis in there.
“Should I keep going?” She asked.
“Sure, it likes you,” Bernie gasped. “Just try holding a little tighter. That’s right, now move your hand a bit quicker. Yes, that’s good.”
It was hard to stop his voice from slurring with pleasure, or sounding too nervous. In truth, he was very nervous. How had he gotten himself in this situation? How had he, a respectable boring person, ended up getting masturbated by his own beautiful daughter? It was certainly going to end up in disgrace, he should stop it right now and hope no-one ever found out! His wife would have him crucified!
Her hand was too warm, too delicious as it slid on his rod. Her mouth had fallen open a little, so that he could see her perfect white teeth and pink tongue. All he could think of now was putting his cock between those lips, of how wonderful it would be to pull her blonde head into his lap and let her suck out all his cum.
He realized that he was about to cum anyway. It would need some explanation.
“Okay, keep your eyes closed,” He managed to wheeze out. “My snake’s going to spit out something, but you can’t look, okay?”
“Oka-ay.” She said nervously, her jerking slowing down.
“Its alright, honey, just keep doing that petting. You’re very good at it.”
Still with her eyes shut, she beamed at him and her hand sped up its strokes, squeezing a bit harder with her new enthusiasm. Bernie was having trouble staying completely still as his orgasm approached, he wanted to pump his hips up into her fist. He had to avoid any sudden movement or noise in case it made her open her eyes and see herself jerking off his engorged cock.
“Okay, it’ll happen now, don’t look honey.” His voice was strained. He was cumming, his dick spasming in his daughter’s hand, Hayley still stroking as the cum pumped up his shaft and spurted out. It hit the underside of the table and splattered the floor, as he kept on exploding she continued her petting, jerking more of the load out of him.
“Keep your eyes closed, honey,” He gasped as the orgasm passed. “Just let go now.”
“Okay, Daddy,” She smiled. “Its going all squishy now! Is it okay?”
“Its fine, honey, just tired.” He pried her hand away, wiping his cock on the tablecloth before stuffing it back in his pants. He noticed Hayley’s hand was covered in his sperm, but there was nothing he could think to do about it.
“You can look now, honey.” She opened her eyes, still smiling.
“That was fun!” She said, then looked at her gooey hand. “What is this stuff?”
“Well, um,” He tried. “It can’t hurt you, but its trouser snake venom, honey. Remember it can’t hurt girls.”
She peered at it closely, bringing it up to her face.
“It smells funny.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Weird,” Bernie stared as his daughter licked her hand, getting a big blob of cum into her mouth. “Ur, doesn’t taste too good, but. Are you alright, Daddy?”
“I’m fine honey.”
“You’re just all red in the face, and you’re breathing heaps hard.”
“I’m okay honey, maybe I’ll just go wash my face.”
“Okay Daddy,” She looked at the mess on the floor. “Do you want me to clean this up?”
“Yes, please, Hayley.”
He went to the bathroom and closed the door, leaning against it. Had he really just been jerked off by his daughter? Was his daughter really cleaning up his cum off the dining room floor?
Bernie lay in the big double bed alone, on his back due to the rock hard boner he had that would not go away. Never before had he been so turned on so soon after an orgasm. For the rest of the night he had still been turned on, watching Hayley read her Bible, watching her help him wash the dishes, getting a kiss good night from her, looking in on her saying her prayers kneeling next to her bed in her pink nightdress.
All the time he thought of her hand on his dick, the pinkness of her open lips.
Bernie got up and carefully walked out of his room. He wore only boxer shorts to bed, now their silky material was pushed out in front by his erection. He tip-toed out into the hallway and down to the doorway of Hayley’s bedroom. She never closed her door, it was one of her mother’s rules. Inside he could see Hayley’s bed with her sleeping figure covered by the sheet.
What was he doing? What could he do? In his mind he had a crazy idea, one which was keeping his cock so stiff. He realized that for the first time in his life he had started thinking with his dick, normally he always controlled himself. Now he knew what he wanted, exactly what he wanted to do.
Taking a deep breath, Bernie moved into Hayley’s room and flicked on the light. She stirred and sat up, the sheet falling away from her body, showing the flimsy nightdress clinging to her big firm tits. Her tousled appearance made her look even better in his eyes. Her eyes were alarmed.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” She cried.
“Honey, I need your help,” He started, using his nervousness to make his voice sound strained. “I’ve been bitten!”
“Bitten? What do you mean?”
“My trouser snake bit me,” He explained. “I think its ‘cos we got it excited earlier. Now it’s bit me!”
“Oh no!” She wailed, her hands going to her face. “Should I call an ambulance?”
“No, you can’t,” He said. “They won’t treat me. And there’s no time. You’ll need to help me.”
“Me? What can I do?”
“Well,” He looked down into his daughter’s pretty face. “You’ll have to suck out the poison. It can’t hurt you, remember?”
“Oh,” She looked bewildered. “Okay, if we have to. Where did it bite you?”
“It’s a bit embarrassing, Hayley. Its on my penis, you see.”
Jesus, he thought, she didn’t know what it was. He knew she wouldn’t know any of the slang terms either. That school was as sheltered as a nunnery.
“It’s a part of the body only men have, Hayley. I’ll show you.”
Standing next to her bed, he lifted the waistband of his boxers and lowered them over his erection. It was at its full nine inches, the totally wasted big dick he was always proud of, which his wife didn’t even want to know about now. Hayley’s big blue eyes looked at it without embarrassment, just with bright interest.
“Oh wow,” She said. “Do all men have one of these?”
“Wow,” She breathed. “Where did it bite you?”
“Right here, on the end,” He said, tapping the tip. “The bite is too small to see, but its there. Daddy needs you to suck the venom out, Hayley.”
“Okay,” She said. “I’ll do it.”
“Come here and sit here.” He said, directing her to sit on the edge of the mattress, noticing her brown thighs barely covered by the nightdress. His teen daughter was sitting in front of his bare cock, just inches from her face, looking it over shamelessly. He could see down the front of her nightie, see the smooth, fair curves of her cleavage. God, he wanted her so much he could barely speak.
“Now suck on it, Hayley. Suck out the venom.”
Timidly Hayley leaned forward and took hold of his dick with one hand. She aimed it at her mouth and brought her head down on to it. Bernie couldn’t believe it as his daughter’s lips closed around the head of his penis, the warmth and wetness was amazing, better than he ever could have imagined. His whole body seemed to buzz with joy as she started sucking hard.
“Oh, yes,” He moaned, before realizing he had to act as though he was being saved. “Yes, that’s pretty good, honey. That will certainly draw out the venom.”
Hayley hadn’t closed her eyes, she was looking up at his face as though to make sure she was doing okay. His own eyes felt riveted to her pink lips, where they sealed around the veiny shaft. She was sucking, but not moving her head at all — it felt great, but Bernie wanted his daughter to blow him.
“Can you try something honey? Try moving your head and sucking at the same time.”
She released his dick from her mouth, puzzled. “How do you mean, Daddy?” She asked, her lips bumping his tip as she spoke.
“Here, I’ll show you. Put it in your mouth again.” Her lips closed over the head of his dick once more. He put a hand on the top of Hayley’s blonde head.
“Now just stay still and suck like you were before.”
He pushed his dick another inch into Hayley’s sucking mouth, then out again, the shaft glistening with his daughter’s spit. She looked up at him with wide, innocent blue eyes as he did this several times, fucking her mouth gently. It was so hot and wet, he felt close to cumming already.
“Oh yeah, that’s gonna get out the venom, honey. Yeah, you’re doing great.”
She hummed gladly around his length as he penetrated a bit deeper, not wanting to rush her even though he wanted to jam it to the back of her throat.
“Yeah, you’re gonna save my life, honey. You’re such a good girl.”
Bernie had to slow down his strokes, he didn’t want to blow his load so soon as there was surely no way he would get to do this again. Imagine if Freda saw them now! She would burn him at the stake if she saw his cock plunging in and out of their coddled daughter’s face like it was now.
There was no way to stop it, he was gong to cum soon.
“Okay, honey, the stuff’s coming now. Remember it can’t hurt you, you’ve got to swallow it all so no-one else gets poisoned, okay? Can you do it Hayley?”
She murmured assent through her full mouth, her eyes smiling up at him. He took hold of her head with both hands and increased the pace, still controlling himself and not going too deep. Her mouth was so beautiful, so wet, he couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“Oh yeah!” He grunted. “Oh, I’m cu-, I mean the venom’s coming! Its coming! Its coming!”
Bernie felt contractions stronger than ever before, he could almost hear the force of the cum shooting from his tip into Hayley’s mouth. She gripped his legs in surprise, gulping desperately as her father emptied his balls into her, the venom thick and chunky as she forced it down her throat. Bernie had stopped thrusting, staring at his little girl’s face with protruding eyes as she sucked down the huge load.
He was totally spent when he put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back gently.
“That’s it honey,” He gasped. “You did it. You got it all.”
His cock slipped from her lips. She swallowed thickly and smiled up at him.
“Oh, Daddy, I’m so glad you’re okay! We should give thanks to Jesus!”
“Yes, honey,” He said. “But you can’t tell anyone about this, alright? Your Dad’s a bit embarrassed, okay? Not even your mother, okay?”
“Okay Dad,” She agreed, worried. “I won’t tell.”
“Thanks, honey. You’re such a good kid.”
She smiled at his drooping cock. “Looks like the swelling is going down!”
“Yes, swelling, yes,” He pulled up his boxers and covered his slimy dick. “Well, goodnight honey, thanks for your help.”
“Okay. Um, Dad?”
“Can I get up and get a glass of water?”
The next day Bernie woke up and instantly thought of his daughter’s mouth. Had he really face-fucked his daughter last night? He reached down his body and felt his penis, feeling the slight crustiness of dried cum on the inside of his boxers. It had really happened. His daughter had eaten his sperm.
He turned off the clock radio and looked at himself in the mirror. Not a pretty sight at the best of times, he looked much worse with his bed hair crazily splayed around his receding forehead. He pulled down the front of his boxers and looked at his cock, remembering the feel of Hayley’s lips locked around it. It instantly began to stiffen and rise.
Holy crap, how was he going to face her this morning?
Bernie put on his t-shirt and, taking a deep breath, went out of his bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. Hayley was already there, sitting at the table. She was holding one of her feet up on her other knee, which made for quite a sight as she was still wearing only her nightdress and hot pink panties. He stopped in the doorway, his cock stiffening again.
“Oh, morning, Daddy!” She smiled gaily, dropping her foot to the floor. “Are you feeling okay now?”
“Yes, hello, honey.”
“Oh, you still look bad,” Her face fell. “And it looks like your penis is swollen again!”
“Oh, well, yes.” He stammered.
“Is there still venom in there?” She cried.
“Um, well, um,” He kept mumbling. “I guess so.”
She sprang out of her chair and leapt over to him, grabbing the waist of his boxers and lifting them over his cock. The growing erection bobbed and slapped her tanned thigh.
“Oh no, it looks terrible,” She wailed. “Its all red. Should I suck it again?”
“Oh, well, um.”
“Come over here, Daddy,” She pulled him along by the hand until he was near the chair she had been sitting in, then she sat down facing his erection. “I must have done a bad job last night.”
Unashamedly Hayley took his cock in one hand and before Bernie knew what was happening, his beautiful daughter was sucking him again. He moaned loudly, automatically starting to pump his hips and slide himself in and out of her mouth, her eyes smiling up at him. She kept her head still and her lips locked on his shaft as he pumped her face.
“Oh, yes, honey,” He gasped. “That’s really good.”
“Hmmm-mmm.” She managed.
“So wet — I mean, so helpful, such a good girl.”
Hayley tried to relax her throat as her father’s penis pushed deeper than it had done so far. She really hoped he was going to be okay, he definitely looked very ill right now, his face all red and sweaty. If it wasn’t so serious a situation, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to deal with her task, as the venom didn’t taste very nice and her father’s penis tasted like it and sweat mixed together.
He was pushing his penis even deeper into her throat each time, she guessed that it must help pump the venom out of the bite. His penis was really quite big and she had to open her jaw very wide so that he could push it inside. As he got deeper and deeper she felt it go past the back of her tongue and into her throat, so that she had to fight an urge to gag on it. The hairs around the bottom of his penis were tickling her nose and cheeks.
“Oh, yes, honey,” Bernie gasped, letting himself fuck his daughter’s face without restraint, drawing gagging noises from her throat. “Oh yes.”
He looked down at her perfect body, her long tanned legs and the swell of her big tits under the nightdress. In his whole life Bernie had never had any sex with any woman as stunning as his daughter, she was the most beautiful he’d ever had and now he was getting to slam his boner right into her throat.
“God, honey, I’m feeling weak,” He pulled out of her mouth with a plop. “I’ve gotta sit down.”
“Okay, Daddy,” She said, feeling her jaw. She got up and pulled him into her seat, the wood felt weird on his bare ass. Hayley got on her knees between his legs, sweeping her long blonde hair out of the way. “Just relax, I’ll suck it all out this time.”
Bernie groaned and shook with pleasure as his daughter put him back in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down, trying to emulate his pumping. It was amazing, sitting at the family breakfast table with his teenage girl giving him the outrageously best blowjob he’d ever received.
Hayley gave a little moan herself around the penis. It was even harder to make it go in her throat under her own power, plus a little bit of venom had just spurt into her mouth, but as it was much less than yesterday and the penis stayed swollen, she figured she needed to keep going. The night before the venom had come out much more easily, so she guessed she obviously hadn’t got it all.
Her father’s hands were suddenly on top of her head, plus he was moaning feverishly more and more. His hands were pressing down on her head, making her push herself down even harder onto the penis each time, so that the end of it was poking her in the back of her throat. She could feel her spit running out of her mouth, yet there was nothing she could do about it, though it was surely making a mess.
“Yes, honey, its coming now,” Bernie gasped out. “Its coming, yeah!”
Hayley steeled herself, pushing her mouth on it a few more times. The penis seemed to twitch and shiver in her mouth, before she tasted the venom and then the thick sticky stuff was filling her mouth and threatening to choke her. Hayley swallowed rapidly, the stuff thick in her throat and hard to get down. How could there be so much still in there? It was obviously doing her father good considering how much he was shouting happily and laughing.
“Oh, that’s it,” He said finally. “You got it, honey.”
She opened her mouth and let the penis slip out onto his thigh. Everything seemed splattered with her spit, whilst her mouth had the musty taste of the venom.
“Did I get it all?” She asked.
“Oh, honey.” Her father said, smiling at her weirdly. He seemed to think for a few minutes as she licked her lips and ran her tongue around her teeth.
“I’m afraid, honey,” He started again. “That you might need to do this for me again. You see, the venom has a way of coming back in the bite. You might have to do it again.”
“Oh,” She said, looking at the limp wet penis on his leg. “Do I have to do it now?”
“No, no, not now,” Her father said, almost laughing. “Maybe just, um, once a day?”
“Once a day?” She repeated, frowning. She wasn’t that happy about doing this once a day.
“If we don’t do it, I could die.” He said.
“Of course,” She said immediately, smiling again. “If it’s the only thing that can help, I’ll do it.”
“Thanks honey,” He ruffled her hair. “And don’t tell anyone, please. Not even your mother.”
“Okay, Daddy. Should I get ready for school now?”
Bernie pulled up outside Mrs Strickland College and felt a kind of tight sickness in his gut. He was almost expecting a horde of police to attack his car as soon as it stopped at the curb, because all day he had wavered between feelings of guilt and feelings of elation. In his office he had replayed over and over what had happened the previous night and in the morning, he had said to himself many times the phrase ‘once a day’, to the point where a co-worker had made fun of him talking to himself.
Now he was picking his daughter up as if nothing had happened. He saw her and his nausea seemed to intensify. She was wearing her uniform, somehow the knee-length skirt and blazer, in a drab brown, only made his daughter even more beautiful. The skirt emphasized her tanned legs and tight ass, the blazer seemed to advertise her perfect bust, then her stunning face and blonde mane bloomed from it all.
She was talking with her friend Miranda, who Bernie had met before. She was an attractive girl as well, almost like an African version of his daughter and similarly innocent about the world.
She looked up and saw him, waved. He waved back as she said goodbye to her friend, hoisted her backpack and jogged over to him. As she slid her lovely ass into the car he felt his cock twitch yet again.
Hayley looked at her father closely, hoping to see signs of improvement in him. He had gone to work and so was obviously not too ill as a result of his bite, still he’d had a lot of venom in his system.
“Hey honey, how was your day?”
“It was great,” She trilled, noticing that he seemed to relax. “How are feeling?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” He said, but his voice seemed strained. “I’m fine.”
Bernie asked some questions and let his daughter rattle on brightly about her school day, barely paying attention. He kept glancing over at her so he could look at her lovely body and her pink lips, now they gave him warm memories of blowing loads between them.
“Don’t you think, Daddy?” She asked. She was frowning now.
“Huh? Sorry, honey, what did you say?”
Hayley looked at him again, noticing he was red in the face a bit.
“I was saying Mummy hasn’t answered my email about the party yet, has she? Only Miranda was asking about it.”
“I’m sorry, honey, I forgot to check today. I’ll check when we get home.”
“Okay. I want to have it this Saturday. Today’s Thursday. Mum doesn’t get back for three weeks. It’s a shame Mummy’s gone for so long.”
“Yes, a shame.”
Hayley was noticing how strange her father’s voice sounded. He obviously wasn’t well anymore. Now she noticed that instead of doing the quick trip home they were pulling into a side street, behind the local Chinese restaurant. It was a dirty little street, with bins and no-one in sight.
“Sorry honey,” Her father said, his voice odd. “I think you’ll have to, um, suck my, um, suck the poison, again.”
“Oh no!” She cried, her eyes flicking to his lap. “Right here? Are you sure?”
“I’m sorry, honey, yes,” He fumbled under the seat and his chair slid backwards away from the steering wheel. “Sorry, honey.”
He unzipped his work pants and took out his penis as she watched. It was still quite swollen and reddish, in fact it got more swollen as he held it there. She wasn’t sure how she was going to suck the poison out in the car.
“Just lean over here, honey. Just lie across the middle here and put your head here.”
Following instructions, Hayley ended up on her side with her head in her father’s lap, his penis right in front of her face. He was holding it and pushed it against her lips, so she opened them and let him push the penis into her mouth. It seemed like a very awkward situation, yet she couldn’t think of how else to do it. The penis was curving right into her throat, very deeply so that she was already trying not to choke.
“Gah, yeah, that’s it,” Her father breathed. “So good.”
The penis tasted very sweaty now, she realized it must have been in his pants all day without getting cleaned. She could still taste the venom from that morning as well, which she thought was probably dangerous for him.
Hayley felt something moving at her chest. She tried to look around but her father’s penis was lodged in the back of her throat and made it impossible, all she could see was her father’s knee and the steering wheel. She made a questioning sound in her throat, gagged a bit and felt spit run out down her cheek.
“Don’t worry, honey,” Her father said. “I’m just helping you. Just keep sucking.”
She realized it was her father’s hand at her chest. Her blazer fell open and his hand slipped underneath it onto her blouse. What was he doing? She felt his fingers slide about on her stomach and then over her chest. He seemed to be massaging her chest, his fingers softly squeezing one of her breasts and then the other. She made another questioning sound.
“I’m just helping you,” He gasped, obviously ill. “This will help you suck it out, honey.”
She actually thought it must be working, as she already tasted a little gush of venom when her father started massaging her. In this position she couldn’t really move her head the same as she had in the morning. How was she going to pump out the venom? The penis was stuck quite deep in her throat.
Hayley had an idea. She moved her jaw a bit to get plenty of spit, then started to move her head side to side, as though she was shaking her head. This made her father’s penis slide in and out of her throat, plus a lot of spit which dribbled down her jaw and cheek.
“Aw, wow,” He gasped. “Honey, that’s really, uh, really effective.”
Her father’s hand was clamped on one of her breasts, pinching it in her bra, she wished she could ask him not to squeeze it quite so hard. Still, she had gotten still another little bit of venom in her mouth, so it must be helping her to suck. She was about to try to ask him when he released her breast and moved both hands onto her head.
She got a surprise when he started bouncing his hips, pushing the penis into her mouth in a similar way to how he had that morning. He was being a bit rough, she thought, though from his gasping and moaning she knew he must be feeling very ill. Hayley wasn’t sure she could keep it up for long.
“Holy, uh, that’s great.” Her father groaned, releasing her head. She gave her neck a quick break before starting her shaking motion again, more slowly than before. Her father was shifting about, then she felt one of his hands on her leg. It slid around and ended up gripping one of her buttocks and squeezing it repeatedly. She felt his other hand, obviously reaching across his body to squeeze her breasts again, moving around between them.
“Are you ready for more stuff, honey?” He asked, his voice still strained.
“Hmm?” She asked around his penis, then gagged as venom gushed into her mouth, right in the back so it pretty much filled her throat. She choked and spluttered around the penis as her father shook in his chair. She pulled herself upright, his penis slipping out of her mouth. She coughed, chest hiking, fighting to swallow the venom.
Bernie watched as his daughter coughed and choked down his cum. She was breathing, so she was alright, though she coughed a fair bit.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” She croaked. “It choked me.”
He smiled at her warmly. “That’s alright, honey. You did great.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” She wiped at her face. “I think it came out my nose.”
He managed to hold in his laughter. Life was so great right now.
“Let’s just go home, honey.”
Bernie’s clock radio went off on Friday morning and he smiled before he opened his eyes. He felt blissful, almost completely at ease. A small part of his mind was worried, worried about the possibility of being discovered, of his wife Freda and the police hearing all about how he had repeatedly face fucked and groped his daughter, how he had made her eat his cum three times under false pretences.
God, just thinking of his beautiful, naïve, religiously coddled daughter made his cock start to stiffen up again, despite the fact he’d blown two enormous loads a day for the previous two days. Freda had never got him as horny as Hayley, their blonde and busty and athletic only child, who had been 18 for less than a week.
He got up and slipped on his shirt, humming to himself and letting out the occasional laugh, he felt so good. Had he lost weight? The image in the mirror looked better than ever. The absolute best thing, he thought, was that he had set things up so that he could probably get more oral sex from his daughter any time he wanted. Maybe if he went downstairs now, she’d suck him off again.
His boxers tented out. He left his bedroom in a hurry, almost running downstairs. Hayley wasn’t in the kitchen, although her breakfast bowl was in the sink. This time yesterday, he thought gleefully, I was fucking my daughter’s face in that chair.
Her looked in the living room, no Hayley either. Last night he had helped her with her homework, sitting very close and giving her lots of hugs, making her giggle. She was so hot, she could be a model, he knew, if she wasn’t so innocent and had a different mother. His mind had kept leaving the homework, entranced with memories of the feel of her ass in his hand, of her breasts in the other hand, even if she had been wearing a blouse and bra.
Bernie shook himself. He was standing in the hall, stroking his cock through his boxers, totally zoned out thinking of his daughter’s body. He started guiltily when he heard his daughter’s voice.
Hayley was singing, some religious song about Jesus. She had a lovely singing voice, often leading choirs at her school’s ceremonies. She often sang around the house, especially when she was in the bathroom.
She must be in the bathroom now.
Bernie stalked along the hall until he reached the bathroom door at the end. Freda had rules about closed doors, so even the bathroom door was a little ajar while anyone was inside. Only he tried to get away with closing it sometimes.
Bernie tip-toed up to the door and carefully leant around to look into the bathroom. When he saw inside, his cock throbbed and he had to suppress a moan.
Hayley was standing at the basin, looking in the mirror, her hands up to her face. She was plucking her eyebrows, he vaguely noticed. Most of his attention was on her body, because she was only wearing a hot pink bra and panties, the set with little pandas all over them. He’d seen them in the washing.
Bernie had never seen her like this. Her body was simply perfect, like an artwork depicting his perfect female form. Her skin was lovely and fair, not as tanned on her stomach or her breasts. Her stomach was flat and lean, her ass was rounded yet tight and firm. Long muscular legs, with dainty feet. Her hair spilled over her shoulders in a wild blonde wave.
He started stroking his cock as he watched her. He had to duck back a bit when she stopped her eyebrows and put down the tweezers. When he looked again, he had to stifle another moan. She had unclipped her bra and was sliding it off her arms. The cups came free and Bernie saw his daughter’s grown breasts for the first time. They were big, bigger than Freda’s, with the bonus that hey had no sag at all. They looked like the best fake tits in pornos, they were so firm and proud, with brown nipples. He watched his daughter hang her bra, then take off her panties. He clamped a hand over his mouth as he saw her naked, toned ass and the small amount of blonde hair between her thighs.
God, he was watching his naked daughter. She was still singing, totally at ease and unaware of him.
Hayley hung up her panties and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she was very healthy, she made sure to do everything her gym coach Ms Parson told her to do. Ms Parson was a nun who believed that being healthy was the surest way to stop sin. Hayley, who was not even sure what the sins meant, was still her most fervent admirer.
She looked at the hairs growing above what her mother called ‘the female area’. She often wanted to ask someone why she had hairs there, but there was no-one she felt comfortable asking. Now that she had seen that her father also had hairs on his body in a similar place, she was more comfortable about it.
She started the shower and after the water heated up, got in under the spray and closed the glass shower door. Hayley liked a morning shower. She also liked her long blonde hair, because neither of her parents were blonde, so it made her special. She didn’t know anyone with blonde hair like hers. The hot water ran in sluices down her body, over the long muscles she’d built up playing all sorts of sports.