23 comments/ 286830 views/ 339 favorites Trouser Snake By: ScottWood "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. "Oh." 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." "Your what?" 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?" "Yes, honey." "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!" Trouser Snake 4 : The Trousening Father Bland watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground, the frame squeaking as the box disappeared. Even though his eyes were dry, he felt a great and deep sadness. He knew that he should have faith in the plan of the Almighty, yet he was seeing precious little evidence of that plan here. Oh Lord, let me forget the sound of the cross falling, he thought, let me forget the sight of Mrs Holloway lying there. No, get a hold of yourself! Think of the family! The coffin was entirely in the earth now. The priest watched as Bernard Holloway shambled forward, his face tight with grief. Father Bland was not that well acquainted with Bernard, he only knew of him as his wife's wayward sinner of a husband, apparently a meek man but totally without faith. The man looked better in a suit, with his hair combed back away from his receding hairline. Something about grief suits him, the priest thought. Bernard Holloway looked somehow healthy, somehow more alive. He watched as Bernard took a handful of earth and scattered it into the grave, his face composed but strained, his cheeks red. The husband stood looking down at his wife's coffin for a few moments, then stepped back and looked at the person next to him. Father Bland felt his brows furrow in disapproval as Hayley Holloway stepped forward to the edge of the grave, at the same time feeling an evil stirring the like of which he had not felt in a long time. He hardly thought it was appropriate attire for the funeral of a parent, most certainly not. His eyes roved over her in outrage. The eighteen year old was wearing a pair of tall black heels that made it difficult to walk on the grass, accentuating the muscles of her bare legs that went all the way up to the hem of her black dress, well above the knee. The material seemed very thin and the dress very tight, so much so that he fancied he could see the straps of her underwear over her hips. The tight material hugged her thin waist, tucked under her full bosom and stretched over their swell. He could see no straps there, though he could clearly see where her nipples stuck out, just underneath the swelling cleavage exposed in the plunging neckline. Her face was hidden by a black veil hanging from her fashionable black hat, the cascade of bright blonde hair falling out over her shoulder. The priest tore his eyes away from the proud teenage breasts and admonished himself, horrified at his impurity, forcing himself to look away as the girl took a handful of dirt and leant forward to drop it on her mother's coffin. The Father pulled his eyes over to her father and saw him watching his daughter, his popping eyes looking her over. Poor man, the priest thought, he must be just as horrified at his daughter's choice of clothes. The end of the ceremony continued, the many mourners moving past the grave, saying their prayers, many crossing themselves, many tear streaked faces. As the group started moving towards the gates, Father Bland moved over to where Bernard stood. "My condolences again, Bernard," He said quietly. "I'm so honoured you asked me to do the service. Freda was a dear soul, such a friend to the Church." "Yes, she was," Bernard said simply. "She really was." "You know, Bernard, Freda always looked to Jesus in times of hardship," He continued. "I hope you can find some help there too." "Hmmm." "My door is always open to you, Bernard," The priest said, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "If there's anything I can do, for you or Hayley, just let me know." "I will, I will." Bernard said. "You seem to be holding up very well, Bernard." "Yes," Freda's husband smiled. "As long as I have Hayley, I'll hold up fine." *** Hayley sat in the car, her veil lifted away from her face, looking up at the big tree that the car was parked under in the furthest corner of the cemetery carpark. Her eyes felt hot even though she had stopped crying. The rest of her felt rather cold, it was not a warm day and the graveyard was windy. Her father had bought her a new dress, had advised her on how to wear it, only a thin little pair of panties and no bra underneath. The dress was tight and thin and not very warm. "Are you okay now, honey?" Her father asked from the driver's seat. She looked at the friendly face she loved so much, so precious now. The thought of his precarious health made her shiver with fear. "Oh, Daddy," She gushed. "It's just so sad. I just feel so ... sad." "Me too, honey," He said kindly. "Me too." "I miss Mummy already." "I miss her too, honey. We've got to look after each other now, okay?" "Yes, Daddy, of course, of course I'll look after you." "I know you will, honey," He said, smiling at her. "You always do." "Should we go to the, um, the wake, Daddy?" "In a minute, honey," Her father said. "I thought we should have a talk first." "Okay. What about?" "Well, I don't want to shock you, honey, but I think you should leave school. I don't think it's best for us as a family, right now." "Oh," She said, surprised. "Oh, I guess so. If you think so, Daddy." "I think you should come and work for me instead." "Oh!" Her face lit up. "Oh, okay! I'd like that." "You'll do a very good job, honey," He smiled. "Daddy has a lot of new work now. I could really use a little helper." "I'd love to do that, Daddy. Oh that would be great." "I knew I could count on you," Her father patted her shoulder, his hand brushing her chest as he took it away. "You're such a good girl." "I wish Mummy was here," Hayley said quietly. "She'd be so happy." "Hmmm, yes," Her father said. "Y'know, honey, I think I can make you feel a bit better." "I'm alright, Daddy. It's just sad." "I know, honey, but I want to help you. Here, a bit of, um, massage will be good for your mind." Hayley watched as her father reached out towards her, looking down at her chest. She gasped when his hands closed on her breasts, grasping across her awkwardly, the position bad in the car. The filmy dress had made her nipples very sensitive and his touch made them buzz unexpectedly. "Oh honey," Her father breathed as her clutched her. "Such a good girl." "It feels funny." She giggled, tickled by his fingers. He was rubbing her chest all over, the sensation not unpleasant. She realised it was making her feel a bit better after all. Her father's hands gave her nipples gentle squeezes, then squeezed and jiggled her breasts. His hands slid underneath them, joggling them from beneath. "I think this needs, um, I think I could massage better if, um." Her father trailed off, his hands sliding over her curves to the neckline of the thin dress, his fingers diving underneath it and making her gasp again. The low cut material was pulled down, a bit roughly, she thought. "You'll stretch it, Daddy." "It's okay, honey, just relax." He seemed to be having trouble, though. My chest is too big, she thought, looking down at his hands struggling to force the material over her firm flesh. He was breathing heavily now, obviously with effort. "This way is better, Daddy." She told him, sliding the dress nimbly off her shoulders and letting his hands pull it down. Her breasts felt even colder as he peeled the tight dress off them, she could see her nipples were very small and hard. "That is better," He said thickly. "So much better, yes." Hayley looked out the windows nervously, worried that someone would see her with her clothes off. The cemetery carpark was deserted, however, no cars nearby and they were parked in a distant shady corner. The massage was getting firmer now, her father was kneading her bare chest, his hands warm on her cold skin. Her father laughed lightly. "You've got goosebumps, honey. Are you cold?" "A bit." She said, smiling because he seemed happy. "Y'know, honey," Her father breathed, hesitating. "I've got, uh, a bit of a problem." "What's wrong, Daddy?" He released his hold on her chest, his hands going to his lap. She watched as he unzipped his suit pants and his penis sprang out, pointing straight up. It was bright red and very swollen, throbbing as she looked at it. "Oh no, Daddy, the venom is back," She moaned, feeling her female area and bottom clench reflexively. "And I just sucked it out this morning." "I think, uh, you need to do it again, honey." "Okay, I guess so," She said, looking around again. "What if someone sees, Daddy?" "I'll watch out, honey. There's no-one around." "Okay, I'll take my hat off." Hayley placed it carefully on the dashboard. "Maybe you should, um, give it a bit of a massage first. Y'know, like you did last night." "Yes, Daddy, of course." Hayley leant forward over the gearbox and reached into her father's pants, circling his penis with one hand and sliding her other onto the hanging flesh underneath it, which she knew was how he liked his massage. He felt very hot, the penis pulsing against her palm. "Yes, honey, so good." Her father groaned feverishly as she started sliding her hand up and down the appendage, pumping it to get the venom ready to come out. Even after all this time she still marvelled at the size of the penis, at how thick and hard it became when the venom was in it. She couldn't believe that all of it could fit in her bottom, even though she knew it had. Hayley remembered that her father liked to have the flesh under his penis rolled and rubbed by her fingers during the massage. She started the careful massage of the area, feeling the hard lumps inside the fleshy sack, hearing her father moan as she massaged with both hands. She noticed that the hole in the end of the penis was wet, which was a good sign. "Yes," He said after a little while. "Yes, how about, ooh, you spit on it a little, honey." Hayley knew what he wanted. She shuffled forward a little more so her face was above the tip and worked her jaw a little, bringing up some spit. Then, still massaging, she pursed her pouty lips and let the spit dribble out. A long string of it descended to the dome head of the penis, covering it with bubbly saliva and running down onto her hand, making the massage feel slippery and wet. "Yes, that's a good girl. Yes, spit on it again. Oh, that's so good. I mean, good at saving Daddy's life, yes indeed." "There's some spit on your good pants, Daddy." "That's okay, honey. Just keep going." The massage was making wet sounds now as her spit coated the veiny protrusion, running down onto her other hand as well. She looked up into her father's face, smiling to reassure him, even though she was alarmed as his red cheeks and open, gasping mouth. She felt a wave of compassion as his hands reached around her arms to help her again, massaging her chest even though he was so sick. "You're so good, honey." He said distractedly, his hands overflowing with her pliant flesh. "Don't you worry, Daddy," She said brightly. "Soon you'll feel all better." "Oh honey." He moaned, clutching her. She started pumping the penis even faster, concerned as her father tossed his head as though delirious. "Honey, honey," He gasped urgently. "Just suck on the tip, okay? Just like the other day." "Okay Daddy." She said, moving forward over his lap, releasing the flesh sack so she could hold herself up. Her mouth was right over her father's penis, she fancied she could smell the salty aroma of the venom wafting up from it. She remembered the day before yesterday when she had got the venom out this way, leaning across her father on the couch while he watched television. Hayley lowered her open mouth onto the penis, closing her lips over the end of it so they fitted under the flange. The taste of the venom was strong in her mouth as she ran her tongue slowly over it, licking at the hole in the tip and all around the edge. She continued pumping, spit running down the penis onto her fingers, her father's hands off her breasts now and running all over her lean muscular back. One of his hands got hold of her buttocks and started squeezing them roughly. "Oh yeah, honey, yes you're Daddy's little slu-, I mean, little girl. Let me help you a bit, honey." Hayley felt her dress being pulled up her back, the tight material sliding up over her bottom. The stringy little red panties were pulled aside, his hand moving underneath them and into the crack of her bottom. Hayley knew what was coming next and still made a sound in her throat as his questing fingers pushed at the hole of her bottom, his index finger shoving hard against it and going inside her. "Oh yes, so tight." He breathed, puzzling her. If it was too tight, why did he keep pushing his finger deeper in and wiggling it around? Sometimes she thought she would never understand the science of venom removal. The penis was throbbing powerfully in her hand now, she knew that soon the venom was going to come out. She started sucking and pumping even harder, her mouth making gross sounds as her lips became covered in spit. Her father's free hand, the one not halfway up her bottom, was suddenly buried in her hair and pushing on her head. Hayley choked, coughing spit out around the appendage as her face was forced down onto it. She let go with her hand, trying to relax her throat muscles as her lips slid wetly down the thick hot flesh. "Oh, so good!" Her father shouted. His hips bucked under her face, the penis forced in and out of her throat, his hand trapping her down there as she coughed and gagged. His finger was all the way in her bottom, thrusting in and out. Oh no, she thought, it's too far in, I can't keep it in there! Her father wailed in his illness, her head was crammed into his lap, her lips slobbering the wide base of the penis as the end of it was held in her shaking throat, her mouth stretched around its thickness. She could feel its hot skin moving with powerful contractions and she panicked as she knew the venom was going to come out right in her throat. "Oh it's coming, honey! It's coming!" Hayley choked painfully as she felt the hot venom surging into her throat, far beyond the back of her mouth, spraying her insides with its sticky cream. Lots of it was bursting back into her mouth and past her straining lips. With a great effort she forced herself upright, a wave of venom pouring down her chin, warm droplets landing on her breasts. With difficulty she swallowed, sucking down the thick throatful. Her father was slumped back in his seat, his face lit up by a beautiful smile, his eyes closed as he recovered from the effects of the venom. She waited patiently, carefully wiping off her breasts so the venom wouldn't get on her dress. When she saw there was no tissues, she shrugged and sucked the goo off her fingers. I'm really getting used to the taste of it, she thought. Hayley smiled as her father opened his eyes and looked at her lovingly. "Oh honey, you did so good. You're the best." "Oh Daddy, you're so nice," She trilled. "Can you, um, could you..." She waved a hand at her backside. "Oh," He laughed and pulled his finger out. "Sorry, honey, I forgot it was there." "Daddy?" She asked. "Yes honey?" "Should we go to the wake now?" "I suppose so," He said, looking glum again. "But first you'll need to comb your hair and clean your face. And clean my finger, too." Hayley controlled herself once again as her father's stinky finger pushed between her lips. *** Father Bland stepped from behind the tree as the car left the parking lot and turned onto the street. He was shaking, his body hot all over, especially in the sinful place where he felt the evil stiffness of temptation more powerfully than ever. Oh merciful Lord, he thought, what do I do now? As he was unable to attend the wake, he had been coming after the Holloways in order to invite Bernard to the counselling group next Saturday. He hadn't thought it wise to mention at the graveside and was dismayed when Bernard and Hayley left so quickly that he missed them. Then he saw their car all alone in the lot and thought the Lord had given him another chance. Oh, if only that was all he had seen. At first he had struggled to understand what was happening. Was Bernard really rubbing his daughter's breasts? The priest had ducked behind the tree to continue watching and had seen everything unfold, has seen the girl's nakedness, had seen her disappear willingly below the window, had seen her come back up with her face plastered with her father's sin. And she had looked happy. How could this be? He thought. Freda's own family. Surely there must be a mistake. Surely he must have imagined it, must have misunderstood. He stood there trembling until the unholy heat in his loins drained away. He would have to investigate further. *** Hayley tried to read the clock, but it was quite hard with everything that was going on. She knew that they had to leave for work at 8:30, before which she had to make their lunch (something healthy) and iron his shirt (the blue one today, I think). The rate things were going, there was not going to be time. What did that clock say? Was that 8:15? She tried to hold herself steady and her hair fell in her face anyway. "Daddy?" She said, trying to toss her thick blonde hair out of her eyes. "Daddy it's getting late." "Hunh?" Her father grunted. "Ooo yeah so good." "Daddy?" "So-o tight and wet. Guh, ooh God yesssss." He trailed off into some sucking noises. "Daddy!" "Huh?" Her father said, his voice less distant. "What is it, honey?" "It feels so big." Hayley said to herself, not realising she spoke aloud. She was on her hands and knees on her parents' bed, her knees together, naked. Her father was kneeling behind her, his knees outside her legs. When she raised her voice, her father had stopped moving, his stomach against her buttocks, his hands clenching on them as well. His penis felt huge and hot inside her female area. "Yeah, you like it, honey?" He asked, breathing heavily. He began to move his hips again, slowly. She could feel the wetness of the special liquid her father put on his appendage, making the lump of rigid meat all slippery inside her. "It's okay," She said, deciding not to mention how stretched her female area felt. "It's better than in my bottom." "Hmm. Ooh yeah." Her father said. He was thrusting harder and faster now, much to Hayley's annoyance. They were going to be late. "Daddy?" She was having to brace her arms against the force of his body. "Daddy!" "Oh, yes, honey?" He asked, barely slowing the rhythm of the penis inside her. "Can you tell yet, Daddy?" "Uh, ooh. Tell what, honey? Ooo-ahhh." "The pregnancy test, Daddy! Ah-ah." "Oh, yeah. That," Her father said behind her, a smile in his voice, his fingers kneading her buttocks as his hips slapped into her. "Well, I don't know, honey. Maybe a bit more testing." "But, uh, Daddy we'll be, ooh, late!" "Really? That's too bad." Bernie was almost delirious with pleasure. His rock hard cock was encased in a hot, wet, tight sleeve of teenage pussy. His grasping hands were full of firm teenage ass. With every thrust into his daughter's snatch, the sensations seemed to double in intensity. The clapping of their thighs together was beautiful music that accompanied their groans and gasps. Bernie felt like everything was magnified: he could discern every long blonde hair on Hayley's head, every tense and relax of the muscles of her back, every veiny ridge of his dick as it penetrated her cunt, every drop of lube that dripped from his balls as they slapped her moist thighs. "Daddy, we'll be late!" Hayley said, her words broken up by him shaking her body. "I – unh – have to – unh – finish the – unh – test – unh – honey." The juicy young pussy was so tight, it was getting to be too much. He realised that he must have been fucking Hayley doggystyle for at least twenty minutes, he sure hadn't planned to be late when he stuck his cock in her mouth earlier. Bernie grinned as he came to the conclusion that his balls must be getting extremely drained in order for him to have such stamina in such a beautiful hole. Ever since her mother's funeral just over a week ago, he had been cumming in one of his daughter's orifices at least twice a day. Trouser Snake 4 : The Trousening Bernie started fucking her with long strokes, pulling almost all the way out, his shaft yearning for the warmth of her before he shoved himself balls deep again. Hayley squealed with each thrust, drowning out the fleshy impact of his gut on her muscular ass cheeks. He wanted to draw out this heavenly feeling, his mind exploring the recent days and the many ways he had used her body. God, just last night he had eagerly come home and got her to make dinner after changing into one of the 'housework outfits' he had bought for her (a pink mesh tank top and hot pink g-string). Dinner was forgotten due to her displaying symptoms of pregnancy and needing to be bent over the table, her g-string pulled aside and his cock buried in her anus over and over. Then they had a cheerful relaxed meal, ignoring the thick drool of cum that dripped from Hayley's seat. "Daddy!" Hayley cried, bringing him back to the glorious present. "We'll be – ah! – so late." "It's – unh – okay honey – unh – I think I'll – ooh – need to – unh – put the venom – unh – in you – unh – this time." "You have to – ee! – hurry Daddy!" Bernie knew he was close to the edge anyway, no matter what he did. And what was he worried about? He could have Hayley again tonight, tomorrow, whenever he wanted, throat ass and pussy. She was all his. He burst out laughing, his hands sliding up to her hips, pulling her back into him hard as he fucked her without control. She squealed and wailed as her tight little slice was split open repeatedly by his hammering rod, her head thrown back and muscles taut. Bernie's laughter turned into snarls of incoherent lust as he jackhammered his daughter's insides, yanking her athletic body to meet his every thrust, his balls almost painful from beating a tattoo on her quivering thighs. With a roar Bernie somehow increased his pace, the tendons in his neck standing out, gripping her waist like a vice. In the warm wet hole he was spurting and spurting, thrusting and thrusting into his own flooding load, feeling the overflow squirting over his base. A squeak of strain escaped his throat as he sank himself fully into his moaning daughter, before falling bodily onto the mattress, his cock still blurting little jets of sperm up her leg. "Uhhhhh," Bernie moaned, his vision doubling, heart hammering. "Such a goo-ood girl." Hayley straightened up on her knees, her face full of concern. "Are you alright, Daddy? There was so much venom!" Bernie followed Hayley gaze down to her pussy, which he had made her start shaving. The bald little slice was giving up a crazy wash of his cum onto the sheets. Unable to speak, he nodded weakly. "So am I still okay, Daddy?" Bernie struggled to collect his thoughts. "Yes, uh, honey. Totally, uh, not pregnant, yes." Hayley smiled hugely and bobbed on the bed in delight, jiggling her breasts wonderfully. "Oh thank you, Daddy! Thanks for testing me so much." "It's my pleasure, honey," He said, letting his eyes roam over the perfect young body. "You're such a good girl." "Oh goodness!" Hayley cried, looking at the clock. "Its eight forty five! We're going to be late!" Reluctantly, Bernie sat up and placed a placating hand on her breast. "It's okay, honey. You jump in the shower and clean up. I'll buy our lunch today. No, no arguments. Off you go, missy." He watched her toned ass as she hurried out of the room, dripping cum on the carpet. Damn, just watching her made his cock twitch. Bernie got up with a groan and got dressed at a relaxed pace. After all, who was going to discipline a guy whose wife died last week? Bernie was sitting on the bed when Hayley came back in, running a brush through her hair, her body unashamedly naked. Bernie had instituted rules about dressing in the house, so no-one was allowed to wear a towel after showering. He smiled as he watched her big firm tits shimmy with her motions. "What shall I wear today, Daddy?" She asked, checking her long blonde hair in the mirror. "I think the pink blouse, honey," He said. "And the short black skirt, with the pink shoes." "Okay, Daddy." He watched her get dressed, enjoying every graceful move as the sexy business clothes were put on, somehow she got even more appealing as she was covered up. It just made him want to rip them all off her again. When she was dressed she turned to him for approval, his eyes roving over the very tight pink blouse, so tight that he could see her pink bra in spaces between the straining buttons. The black skirt barely covered her thighs and was so tight the material was pulled taut over her crotch. The six inch pink stiletto heels, pink lipstick and pink eye shadow completed the look. She looked like a very, very expensive hooker. "Very nice, honey," He croaked, absently rubbing his newly stiff dick. "Very very nice." "Thank you, Daddy," She smiled innocently. "Should we go now? It's so late." "I think that's a great idea." Bernie got his briefcase and patted his daughter on the buttocks as she led the way to the front door. It was a lovely day outside, birds chirping in the trees, the sun shining. Had he noticed all this before? Had he left for work smiling in the past? Ever? They climbed into the car, throwing his briefcase into the back carelessly, watching Hayley's tawny thighs as she slid into the passenger seat next to him. He started the car and grinned at his daughter. "Off to work again!" He said cheerfully. "Sure thing, Daddy!" "Uh uh, its Mr Holloway, remember." "Yes, Mr Holloway, sir." "That's my little personal assistant," He said, loving how her brilliant blonde hair framed her flawless happy face. "Now I'm afraid there's just one thing I need my PA to do for me." Bernie watched his daughter's face as he unzipped his fly, feeling his renewed boner spring free as her pretty blue eyes widened. Her moist pink lips opened in surprise. "Oh no, Da- I mean, Mr Holloway," She said worriedly. "That's just what happened yesterday!" "I know, honey, it's just terrible," It was hard to sound upset when his cock was throbbing in the cool air. "Now come here." He sank his fat fingers into the thick blonde tresses and grasped the nape of his daughter's neck, pulling her towards him. She offered no resistance, allowing herself to be moved into his lap. It was magic watching her obediently opening her mouth, seeing her tongue slide out over her lips ready to accept him. As always it felt like a whole new experience, first her sweet breath on his tip, then the wet silky tongue on his underside, the warm circle of her plump lips touching his dome, tightening as they passed the flange, hugging his thick shaft as the head forged into the gorgeous fantasy of her mouth. Her hands were on his thigh, holding herself over the gearstick as he took her all the way down, pressing his only child's face into his lap with both hands. He felt his cock penetrate into the teenage throat, felt her muscles contracting as she fought her gag reflex and sent thick saliva dribbling down his balls. He closed his eyes and groaned in total bliss. "Yeah, suck it all out honey. Suck my penis." He took his hands away and Hayley immediately lifted her head up, still holding him in her mouth, before commencing bobbing and sucking perfectly in the technique he'd trained her to perform. Holy fucking shit, he thought, my daughter must be the best damn cocksucker in the world. Reaching under Hayley's tits, Bernie put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway, moaning in pleasure all the way. It was hard to maintain focus as he drove to work, although at least since he'd had tinted windows put in, he didn't have to worry about any unwanted voyeurs. He took one hand off the wheel and got himself a handful of blonde hair, forcing her teenage throat to take his length, holding her down there and letting her gag, then pulling her up for a breath. He did this over and over again, until he was almost at his building. As he waited at the last set of lights and shoved her head down again, he was surprised at how he didn't feel like cumming at all yet. He was rock hard and delirious with pleasure, but he wasn't going to shoot a load anytime soon. He guessed his balls must be totally spent from the gusher he'd dumped in her pussy less than an hour earlier. Somehow he was going to have to cum, he thought, because Hayley wouldn't be at ease unless she got out the venom. He'd have to think of something... Hayley was feeling worried, and not just because her father's penis was stuck in her throat. She had been sucking on the swollen appendage for what felt like hours and she hadn't drawn out even the tiniest bit of venom. Her jaw was starting to hurt and the position was getting very uncomfortable. Now she was concerned that she was doing something wrong. Her father was depending on her to save him and she couldn't even suck his penis properly! Ignoring the stiffness in her back and jaw, Hayley redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and bobbing faster, making herself swallow the penis deeper and deeper. She was drooling terribly but there was no helping it. It was encouraging to hear her father's moaning increase in pitch, just like it usually did when the venom was on the verge of extraction. Then she heard the car engine stop. She opened her eyes and saw that the inside of the car was in shadow, before carefully removing her head from her father's lap, long strings of spit dangling from her lips to his penis as she looked up at him questioningly. "Sorry, honey," Her father breathed. "We're at work now." "But the venom," She said, her voice a little hoarse. "It's still in there." "I know, I know," He said, frowning. "Maybe we need to try something different." "Like what, Da-, Mr Holloway?" "Maybe we'll have to wait until we get upstairs." He said regretfully, watching her spit drip onto his boner. "Okay, Da-, Mr Holloway, if you think so." She looked down at his throbbing red cock with concern. As she straightened up into her own seat Bernie got out some tissues and wiped himself off, before forcing his rigid member back into his pants. With a sigh, he got out of the car. He looked at Hayley pretty face across the roof of the car. "Okay honey, so wait a few minutes then come up to the office, okay?" "Yes, Mr Holloway." They'd sorted out this system to prevent any suspicion from the other people in the building. Trying to mentally will down his boner, Bernie made his way to the lifts and up to his floor. Thankfully it was late enough that he was alone on the ride and he tried to think boring thoughts so his tumescence would subside. Outside his office, his receptionist looked up with raised eyebrows. "Oh, Mr Holloway, I thought you might stay home today." "No, no, I'm here," He said, pleased by her sympathetic tone. "Life must go on." "Yes, I suppose so. Your assistant isn't here yet either." "No, no, she phoned and said she was coming in late too." Bernie improvised. "Well, it's probably good that you came in now, the workmen have been in your office until a few minutes ago, putting in those changes you wanted." "Oh?" Bernie felt his mind light up. "Oh, I better go have a look. Let my assistant just come in when she gets here." Bernie hurried into his new office and shut the outer door. With glee he threw his briefcase down and went to the door to his inner office. He looked at the changes, smiling broadly. His cock was quite stiff again by the time he heard the outer door open. *** Father Bland always felt ill at ease under the stern gaze of Miss Gretchen Trout, his assistant. She was a short, squat women who in many ways resembled an ape in a dress. Her hair was a strange shade of brown and perched on her head in such an odd fashion that he was sure it was fake. He had never found out her age, which he estimated at being between forty to fifty. She was unmarried and a severe Catholic, even more so that the late Freda Holloway. Now, even though Miss Trout sat in front of his desk, he felt as though he was the one being interviewed. "Could I offer you some tea, Gretchen?" "No thank you, Father," She replied crisply. "I don't believe in hot drinks in the morning." He cursed himself for forgetting, feeling very aware of the half empty cup in front of him. "I was wondering, Gretchen," He started nervously. "How have you been, lately?" "Very well, Father. God has given me all I need." "No problems with your work?" "No Father. I will tell you if there is." I'm sure you would, he thought. "I've been feeling a little low myself, Gretchen," He went on, unable to meet that ferocious gaze. "Ever since the passing of Freda." "She was a saint, Father. The most faithful woman I have ever known. You should not worry. She is with God now." "Yes, of course she is," He said quickly. "I've been feeling very concerned for her family." "Her daughter is a wonderful child, very sad to lose her mother so young. Freda brought her up right." "Yes, of course she did." "And Mrs Strictland's School is the best there is for a young lady, Father. Proper God-fearing education there." "Yes, of course," The priest said again, trying to find a good approach. "So, Gretchen, do you know Freda's husband at all?" His assistant's bestial glare darkened. "Oh, him. He's not part of our congregation Father. I will pray for his soul." "Yes, yes, me too. Have you ever spoken with him?" "No, Father. The Lord will forgive him." Father Bland managed to prevent himself from sighing heavily. In his mind's eye he kept seeing the blonde teenager straightening up, her lips wet, the strings of white seed splashed over her angelic features. How could his own body respond so evilly to such horrible sights? "I'm concerned, Gretchen, that the family may not cope without Freda. Do you know anyone in the congregation who are friends with them?" "Everyone likes Hayley, of course. As to him, I don't think so." "Oh, very well." "I do, however, know someone who feels strongly about him." "Who's that?" He asked, interested. "Rick Wesley," She answered. "I saw them talking outside one day. Actually, arguing is more like it. Rick seemed very angry about something." "Really? I wonder if it could be..." The priest stopped himself. "So, Rick Wesley?" "Yes, Father, you know him. Miranda's father." *** "Are you sure this will help, Daddy?" Hayley asked. "It feels weird." "I'm sure honey." Her father said from behind her, his breathing fast and heavy. She was standing in his inner office and her arms were straight up in the air, held up there by the Velcro cuffs around her wrists that were connected to the new hooks in the ceiling. They held her hands so high up that if they were any higher, her feet wouldn't have been able to be flat on the floor. The position was made even weirder by the fact that she was completely naked, although since she had started working for her father she had spent a lot of time in this office without any clothes on. She heard his bare feet on the carpet before his hands touched her waist and moved around to her stretched abdominals, then up until they grasped her breasts. She could feel the heat of his body on her back, the rigid length of his inflamed penis against her bottom. "Such a good girl." He breathed in her ear, massaging her. "Are you sure I need another pregnancy test, Daddy? I was okay this morning." "I know, honey," He said, rubbing the hot length of his appendage between her cheeks. "But you said there was a man in the lift." "Yes, but he didn't touch me," She said, trying to ignore the big thing intended to go in her bottom. "He looked at me a bunch, but that's all." "I'll bet he did," Her father said, which she didn't understand. "Still, don't you think it's better to be safe than sorry?" "I guess." "Plus, we still have to get that venom out of my penis, you know." "I suppose so." Hayley agreed reluctantly. "But, Daddy, how does it help for me to be tied to these hooks?" "Well, um," Her father mumbled, his hands pausing their manipulation of her chest. "Well, its, er, a complicated medical thing, honey. Very technical. Don't worry Hayley, Daddy knows about these things." "Okay," She said, brighter. "Um, Daddy?" "Yes honey?" "How is your penis going to reach my bottom?" Bernie realised that this was a good point. His daughter was several inches taller than him and whilst she looked glorious stretched up to the ceiling, it meant that there was no way he was going to be able to get himself into her asshole. Damn, he thought, squeezing her breasts, which were thrust out beautifully by her pose. Here he was, all ready to go with the lube on the table next to him, and he hadn't thought of the basics. "Maybe you could stand on something?" Hayley said helpfully. He laughed, rubbing his cock on her buttocks. "I guess I could." Releasing her, Bernie walked over to the filing cabinet and took out the pair of phone books from the bottom drawer. He placed them carefully behind Hayley's feet and got up on them, seeing straight away that this solved the problem. The tip of his cock neatly touched Hayley's little asshole, the warmth of it making him moan. He wished he'd lubed up already so he could just shove it right in. "Okay, honey," He said hoarsely. "I'll just get things ready." Bernie lubed up his cock until it was shiny and wet, then pressed his lubed index finger against his daughter's anus. Even after the little hole had been stretched by his cock so much, it was still just as tight as the first time. His other hand grasped her firm cheek as his finger penetrated her. "Oooh," Hayley gasped. "Ah-ah." When his finger was totally encased by her passage, Bernie wiggled it a bit, feeling the lube wetting her inside. His cock was as stiff as a bar against Hayley's butt, dimpling her firm flesh with its wide pink head. God, he just had to get it inside her! His finger came out with a wet pop and he grasped his slimy dick, steering the thick nine inches to her asshole. Once again he moaned as the tip pressed against the warm hole, though this time he didn't stop, pushing against it. Hayley joined him in moaning as the head of his cock slipped inside her ass. Holy shit, he thought, it was so tight. Even after he'd experienced it so much, his daughter's young ass still took his breath away. The silky tightness of her, the grip of her passage, the firm muscular cheeks. His cock was disappearing into her slowly, every inch requiring a new level of force to get inside. "Ooo, Daddy, it feels so big." She squealed. "Mr, uh, Holloway." He corrected, as he reached about six inches deep. "Sorry, oo, Mr Hollow-aaa-ooo." With a last effort, he'd shoved his cock all the way inside her. Her buttocks rested on his pelvis, his whole thick cock in her teenage ass. The pose she was in made the sensation completely different, he was going up into her, her lean back arched in way he found almost artistic. He held her slim waist and began to fuck her slowly, the first few strokes almost as difficult as the first. As the lube spread around, his dick moved easier and he was able to fuck her properly, giving her almost the whole length each time. Hayley's back was arched and her head thrown back between her arms, moaning and squealing. "Uhn yes," Bernie groaned. "So tight." He reached up her front and took hold of her big tits again, loving how they stuck out in this position, how they jiggled every time his cock went into her. He ran one hand down to the muscles of her stomach, feeling the hardness of her abdominals. Her body felt so heavenly it made him jack her ass even harder, driving his cock deep inside, not holding back at all. Hayley was shrieking each time his cock speared her ass. Trouser Snake 4 : The Trousening "Daddy? Uh, Mr Holloway?" She cried out, after enduring it for a good fifteen minutes. "Daddy!?" Bernie shook his head, gasping for breath as he came back from the hypnotic effects of his daughter's tight asshole. "Yes honey? Oooh." "Can – oo – you tell – ah – yet?" "Huh? Oh, not yet, honey. God, so tight. It's so tight." "It's just a bit sore, Daddy," Hayley called as the penis surged up into her again. "Your penis is – ah! – too big. Can we stop soon?" Bernie was totally loving the feeling of fucking her ass, rocking her hips back onto his rod with every thrust, the slick passage gripping him all up his length. Even so, he didn't feel like he was going to cum. "Maybe I could fu-, I mean, what if I put it in your pus-, I mean, your female area, honey?" Bernie asked, still ramming her anus as he spoke. "I bet that would get me cu-, I mean, get the venom out. Oooh yeah." "Okay Daddy, it's more comfortable that way." He pulled his cock out of her asshole, lube dribbling down her legs. He shifted the phone books around in front of her with his foot. When he looked up he was struck dumb by the beauty of his only child, her arms stretched above her muscular body, her breasts swelling out towards him, her face sweat-streaked and glorious, framed by a cascade of blonde hair. Her mouth was open with effort, that beautiful mouth he loved fucking more than any of her holes. He stood up on the books in front of her, his red dick bobbing with excitement, so close that the tips of her breasts touched his chest and sent a shiver of lust right through him. Damn, he thought, now what do I do? "Mr, uh, Holloway?" Hayley asked, smiling. "Should we start?" "Yes, honey, just, um, trying to figure out how we can do it." "Oh," She looked seriously at his cock, craning her neck to peer around her chest, and seemed to think it through. "Maybe if you held my legs up, I could put them around your waist?" "Huh?" Bernie responded vaguely, his hands having found the firm globes and started fondling them. "It'll be like a piggy-back ride," She explained. "Just the other way. A piggy-front ride!" She burst into cute giggles, shaking the tits he was mauling, as the plan filtered through his addled mind. Jesus, it would be amazing. His cock throbbed just from thinking about it. That and the feel of her tits, he guessed. "Good idea, honey. What a clever girl you are," He said throatily, making Hayley beam. "Okay, now, how do I get your legs-" He was cut short by the gorgeous teenager tensing her arms and lifting her legs off the floor, the long tawny limbs swinging up easily and wrapping themselves around his waist. His mouth hung slackly open in shock as his daughter pulled him closer with surprising strength, her breasts squashing against his chest, her crotch hot on the top of his shaft. "Oh, Daddy, you feel so feverish," She said worriedly, her sweet breath cool on his hot face. "You should put you penis in, then I can get that venom out quick as a bunny!" "Okay, honey." Bernie said dumbly. He might have fallen over if her powerful thighs hadn't been holding him upright. He actually felt nervous as he reached between her thighs and got hold of his slippery dick, guiding it up to the lips of her cunt. His other hand held her firm ass for balance. A deep groan escaped his throat as the dome of his cockhead pressed into the warmth of her opening, the hot lips of her labia kissing his lubed tip. He couldn't control himself, pushing the head inside and grabbing her ass with both hands, pulling her against his thrusting hips and sinking into her in one violent motion. Hayley squealed in his ear, her back arching. Bernie clutched his child's hard backside and fucked her madly, yelling with pleasure, pushing and pulling at her. It was stunning to be so close to her, to feel the heat of her tits against his sweaty body, her breath on his face, her pelvis and hard stomach rubbing his gut as he kept himself mostly in, fucking only an inch or so in and out. Despite the awkwardness of the position, Hayley was surprised to find that she was having fun. Ever since they had started doing tests this way she had found herself being less and less adverse to them. In her bottom it felt uncomfortable and sometimes painful, but in her female area her father's penis actually felt quite nice. Sometimes it hurt there too, though it was a more enjoyable feeling anyway. The novelty of doing the test this way appealed to her, too. She was pleased by the strength of her legs as she used them to pull her father in each time he pushed, as well as the strength of her arms holding her up. The swollen penis felt as though it stretched her out inside and filled her up with its rigid heat, which she was enjoying. It was good to be so close to her father, to have this quality time with him and also to be helping to keep him in good health. She was so happy she laughed aloud. "Honey?" Her father asked through wheezing breath. "You okay?" "Yes, Daddy," She replied brightly, her face close to his. "It's just nice to help you." "Wow," Her father breathed, his mad thrusting slowing down. "Maybe you could help Daddy another way." "How?" She asked. She felt a little disappointed that he was slowing his movements, it had been feeling quite nice. "You could say some things for me," He said. "Some things that might help the venom, uh, come out." "Oh, okay," Unconsciously she was rubbing herself harder on the penis, liking the sensation of it against the opening of her body. "Like, ooh, what sort of things?" "Tell me that you're my little slut," He said in an odd voice. "And that you love getting fucked." "I'm your little slut, Daddy!" She exclaimed happily. Inside, she could feel his penis throb powerfully, almost as though it was about to eject venom. Encouraged, she went on. "I love getting fucked!" "Oh God," Her father prayed as he often did, his penetration of her increasing in pace and force, his fingers sinking hard into the cheeks of her bottom. "Oh God, so good. Say it again!" She said it a few more times for him. "Daddy," She asked afterwards. "Ooh, uh, what's a slut?" "It's a good girl, honey." Her father said quickly, his eyes fixed on her chest as he rammed away. "And what's 'fucked' mean?" "It's just a – oh God - special word for helping." He said. "Oh," she said, already distracted by the sensations in her female area. "Okay. I do love getting fucked then." "Oh God!" Her father was really being rough now, his penis pumping in and out of her, its length wet and hot. She was enjoying it immensely now, moaning as much as he was. A feeling was starting, one she had noticed lately, almost like she had to pee. She remembered Jacinta peeing on her father during a test, which she seemed to enjoy as well. She knew she'd be mortified if she peed on him, so she fought down the urge and tried to concentrate on timing her movements, meeting her father's sweaty belly with a loud smack every time he pushed. Her father was shouting prayers now, calling out the name of God over and over in his feverish state. Caught up in his rapture, Hayley starting calling out for Him as well, her legs cramming her father's hips into her body. She smiled as her prayers were answered, her buttocks were crushed by her father's grip as the penis exploded with venom deep in her female area. Still pumping and pumping the appendage into her, he howled as she felt herself filling with the thick warmth of the discharge. He clutched her against his sweaty body for a long time. She didn't mind, she enjoyed the feeling of her legs wrapped around him and the glowing warmth inside her. She felt the swelling going down until the reduced penis slipped out of her, followed by the sounds of spattering venom on the carpet. "Oh, Daddy," She said softly. "This is so nice." He looked into her face with love. He was about to speak when there was a beep from the intercom behind them, startling them both. "Mr Holloway, don't forget your lunch appointment." His secretary's voice admonished. "Thankyou!" Bernie called, waiting until he heard the intercom click off before he breathed out and released the hot young body. "I guess I should let you go," Hayley said, lowering her legs to the floor. "Can you untie me, Mr Holloway?" "Sure, honey," He pulled over a chair and stood on it, stretching up to unhook the cuffs and undo them. "Are your arms okay?" "Oh fine, Daddy," She said, looking at her wrists, which were a little pink. "I do more than that in gymnastics class." "So you're okay?" "Yes, Daddy, stop worrying," She grinned at him, her flushed face and bright eyes beautiful. "It feels much better in the front." "What does, honey?" "The test, silly," She said, laughing. "Your penis feels quite nice in there. It gives me a kind of funny feeling." "Oh," He said, a strange expression on his face. "Like what?" "Kind of like, oh, like I need to pee, but not," She frowned. "It's pretty weird. But nice. It's a nice feeling." "Oh." Bernie said simply. What was he feeling now? Guilt? Why the hell was he feeling so uncomfortable now? He wasn't sure if it was guilt, still something about Hayley's admission made him feel uneasy. "You should get ready, Daddy, you'll be late." "Mr Holloway," Bernie corrected, looking for his pants. "You get cleaned up, honey, and maybe do your pelvic floor exercises. Then head down to the gym and work out, okay?" "Oh, yes, definitely, Mr Holloway, sir." She said happily, also looking for her clothes. "I should be back from lunch soon." He got dressed. Hayley was still sponging out her vagina, and he gave his daughter a long look before going out. *** If anyone had been on the suburban street they would have likely noticed a man who was trying not to be noticed. He was sitting slouched right down in the driver's seat of a dented little car parked on the verge, so that only his head from the nose up peered over the door. He was wearing an old hat which would have suited Dick Tracy, plus cheap plastic sunglasses. Occasionally he brought up a set of binoculars, then lowered them quickly. On the rear bumper of his car was a Jesus fish, next to a worn yellow sticker saying 'God's love on board!'. As soon as the perp comes back I'll make him squeal, Father Bland thought. Though I wish I'd brought those chips now. The Wesley house was right across the road from where he had parked, the curtains drawn and the driveway empty. He had tried calling Rick Wesley at work, giving a fake name, only to find out that he was taking leave. There had been no answer at the house, though a neighbour told him that they had been there that morning. Stakeouts are hard work, he thought. The hat and trenchcoat he'd fished from the charity bin were scratchy and a bit smelly. His car's seats weren't very comfortable either. He glanced at his watch. 1 pm. He'd been there for two hours. Maybe he should just leave. He was about to start the car when a silver SUV came speeding down the street and pulled neatly into the Wesley's driveway. Peering over the edge of the door, the priest watched as the family got out of the car. First he saw Rick's wife, a tall and attractive woman with deep brown skin. She looked like she was in a bad mood. Then Rick himself came around from the driver's side, his formidable figure on display under a red muscle shirt and shorts. Miranda followed him and Bland gasped as he saw her. He remembered Miranda Wesley as a somewhat shy, genial girl who always wore sensible dresses. Though he was sure this was the same girl, he found it hard to believe. She looked more like a prostitute. Miranda was walking on tall red heels, her backside was barely covered by a tight pink skirt, her big firm bust was stretching a tiny pink t-shirt that left her washboard stomach bare and clearly defined each breast. He realised that the 18 year old wasn't even wearing a bra. Her hair seemed to have been styled differently, more like a popular musician. Her eyes were covered by stylish shades. Father Bland watched with his mouth agape as Miranda sashayed over to her father, who put an arm around her, grasping her butt with his big hand. Bland couldn't hear what he was saying, but Miranda was smiling broadly with her bright white teeth. Her mother was shaking her head. Miranda said something else and her father used his other hand to give one of her breasts a quick squeeze, then led her up to the front door. Rick's wife followed, still shaking her head. Before the door closed, Bland clearly saw Rick kissing and groping his own daughter. Oh merciful Lord, the priest thought desperately, what was going on? Has the world been consumed by evil? Now there were two of his parishioners who seemed to be abusing their daughters in the most evil, incestuous fashion. Even worse, the girls seemed to be going along with it willingly! His soul cried out that there must be some mistake, he must be misunderstanding what was going on. He could still see those hands, grasping those proud breasts. Bland fought down the wave of heat that was rising through him. The only thing he had to decide now was: what was he going to do? He lowered his head and closed his eyes, pushing away the evil images, praying for some sort of guidance. Oh Lord, he thought, give me the wisdom to know what to do. As he opened his eyes, it came to him that he knew what he had to do. He had to rescue these girls, he had to save them from the evil clutches they had fallen into. No matter how far the corruption spread in his community, he had to discover it and destroy it. Starting with the Wesleys. Keeping low, Father Bland opened his door and slid into a crouch next to it, closing the door as softly as possible. When he was sure the coast was clear, he darted across the road in a kind of crouching run until he was in the shadow of the Wesley house. He squatted at the corner of the building, watching the street. Totally empty. It was the middle of a weekday, after all. He looked at the house instead. There were two big windows at the front, both with curtains drawn. Down the side of the house there was another window, with a fence set well back beyond it. He doubted he could jump the fence quietly, it had been a long time since he had vaulted anything. He decided to look at the window instead. Swallowing thickly, he crept along the wall to the window sill. He heard voices from inside. "... Not going to do it, no way. I can't believe you did that in the street." A mature woman's voice was saying angrily. Bland figured it was Mrs Wesley. "I'll do what I want, woman. Those motherfuckers out there prob'ly need the excitement. You're daughter doesn't mind, does she?" A male voice said, obviously Rick. "No, Daddy, it was fun." A younger female voice replied, obviously Miranda. "But she's your daughter too, Rick!" Mrs Wesley cried. "This whole thing is so unbelievable. I never would have thought you would go so low, you-" "Careful now," Rick's voice interrupted. "Careful what you say. Maybe you'll end up out on that street. See what those precious neighbours do for you then." "You bastard." "Oooo, language, language. Now you stay right there, my dear. Okay, baby, Daddy's got a problem. Yeah, you know what to do. See, you're daughter knows what I like, huh?" Under the window, Bland heard a strange sound, like someone sucking their fingers after a meal. Then Rick groaned and swore. "Disgusting!" Mrs Wesley spat. "You stay right there, bitch. I want you to watch." Rick answered and laughed. The sucking noise continued. Father Bland's curiosity was outweighing his dread. Bracing himself, he slowly raised his head so that he could see over the sill. There were no curtains here, only blinds that were pulled halfway up. He could see the whole room from here, though he wished he hadn't. "Jesus save me." He whispered. Mrs Wesley was standing to one side, her back to the window, her hands held up to her head. Rick Wesley was sitting across the room on a sofa, his shorts nearby on the floor, his massive erection mostly visible over his bulging testicles. Miranda was kneeling on the sofa next to him, her face in his lap, a large amount of his penis in her mouth. As the priest watched, she energetically bobbed her head on the thick member, which was slick with her drool. "Yeah, that's my little cocksucker." Rick crooned, running his hands over his daughter's back and buttocks. "Oh my God." His wife muttered. Father Bland's eyes were glued to the ebony teenager's barely concealed body and the unclean act she was performing. He had never seen such sexuality, had never watched pornography, never seen another person's genitals. Evil thoughts whirled through his mind and his body reacted automatically, his own penis stiffening in his pants. He looked away from the window, trying to focus on the Lord's Prayer, repeating it over and over. The sounds were still there though, wet sucking and slurping, driving away any peace he might have achieved. "Yeah, let's get those tits out," Rick's voice said. "Fuckin' big titties." The priest looked back into the room. Miranda had straightened up and was pulling her little shirt over her head. He gasped as he saw the large brown breasts revealed, so big on the teenager's slim body. She threw the shirt aside with a laugh. "Fuckin' big dick, Daddy." "Oh Miranda," Her mother wailed. "Please stop." "I can't Mummy. I want that big dick too much." Rick grabbed his daughter's arm and spun her onto her back on the couch, the teenager giggling as he mounted her midriff. Father Bland's eyes widened as he watched Rick straddle her and position his enormous wet penis between her bountiful breasts. Big hands took hold of the mounds and squeezed them together over the erection, before his hips started pumping away. The priest had never imagined such a thing. He was having sex with her bosom! "Yeah, fuck those titties, Daddy!" Miranda laughed, stroking his chest. Rick increased his efforts in response, his thighs slapping the underside of her breasts. He was moaning and swearing continuously, his lips drawn back from his teeth. Bland was disgusted, especially at his own body's response. He could not, however, take his eyes off them. It was so alien to him, so beyond his experience. Here was the sin always described to him, made manifest. It was horribly fascinating. The manipulation of her breasts went on for several minutes before Rick released them and climbed off her. He moved around so that Bland's view of her face was blocked by his muscular backside. "Suck Daddy's cock, baby." The wet slurping sounds started again. This time Rick seemed to be holding her head and thrusting his hips, making new sounds of gagging and spluttering. It must have felt good, because Rick threw back his head and let out roars of pleasure. "You sick bastard." His wife said weakly. "Shut the fuck up, woman," Rick said, turning around, his penis dripping strings of saliva. "Shut up and watch me fuck our little girl." "No Rick, please." "She wants it, don't you, baby?" "Oh yes, Daddy," Miranda said seductively, smiling up at him with wet lips. "Give it to me. Fuck me hard." "Miranda, no." Her mother said. "Turn over baby," Rick said. "Get that ass up in the air." Bland watched the gorgeous teenager pull off her shorts, the smooth flawless brown skin of her legs and buttocks making his breath quicken. She turned over and leant on the arm of the chair, kneeling on the cushion, firm bottom poking up. Rick got onto the sofa behind her, rubbing her buttocks with his hands, sliding one down between her thighs. The girl moaned. "See, woman," Rick said, holding his fingers out to his wife. "She's fucking wet." Trouser Snake Returns "Are you sure its fun, Daddy?" "Its lots of fun, honey. Kids did it all the time when I was your age." "Do you think my friends will like it too?" "I'm sure they will." "Okay, I'm coming out. Don't laugh, Daddy." Bernie sat in the kitchen chair -- his favourite chair for a couple of days now -- and watched as his daughter Hayley stepped from the hallway into the room. She was a stunning girl, standing at six feet tall, with a wave of thick blonde hair down her back. Her serious expression made her look even cuter, with a slightly pouted lip and big blue eyes. Below that her body was simply incredible, long long legs and arms tanned a luscious shade, narrow hips and a muscular ass, big firm breasts that stuck out jauntily from her chest. Hayley looked at him nervously, then down at her costume. Bernie had driven into town that morning to buy it from a special costume shop he'd seen once before, then spent the rest of the morning convincing Hayley that a costume party would be lots of fun. Eventually she had agreed and he'd got her to model it for him. He felt his mouth fill with spit as he looked at her. Her glorious body was mostly naked, which was thrilling enough. The 'costume' was marvelous though, just as he'd hoped. On the bottom she was wearing a tiny white g-string, the strap almost invisible so it looked like a little white triangle floating between her thighs. Her generous breasts were held up by a white push-up bra that squeezed piles of cleavage out its top. Over her shoulders he could see the fluffy white wings strapped to the back of the bra. His cock throbbed hard. Bernie fought it down, not wanting Hayley to see an erection, not just yet. He had stripped down to just boxers after coming home, enjoying being nearly naked with her. She didn't even seem to notice it now. In truth, Bernie was a bit nervous. He had a plan, but it was madness. Sheer madness. "Turn around, honey," He said. "Show me the back." Hayley smiled and turned on the spot, displaying her firm round buttocks to him. They made him think of the curves of a peach. God, he mused, last night I was fucking that ass. Not even twenty-four hours ago. And she hasn't been eighteen for a week! Bernie couldn't control his cock anymore, it had stiffened up fully in his boxers. All he could think of was the sensation of stuffing it in his daughter's ass that previous night, of the way his cum had filled up her anus and ran back out. "How do I look, Daddy?" "So tight." He murmured. "Daddy?" Hayley asked, turning around again. "I mean, very nice, honey," Bernie scrambled, almost panting. "You're my little angel." She beamed, bouncing on the spot with happiness. It did amazing things with her squashed cleavage. "Here, come sit down here, honey." Bernie vacated his seat and ushered Hayley into it, still smiling broadly. God, he was amazed at how hard her body was, her stomach barely wrinkled even when she sat down and leaned forward to stop her wings getting crushed on the seat back. His daughter was smiling up at him, waiting with total trust. He couldn't help staring down the front of the bra, at the squeezed-together swells of her tits, though Hayley didn't seem to notice it. Bernie was shorter than his daughter by an inch, with a frizz of black hair around his bald forehead, slightly protruding eyes and a big nose. Until recently he had been quite a depressed man, but a few days earlier something amazing had happened. He had finally taken control and got what he wanted. Smiling to himself, Bernie pulled his boxers down over his cock. It swung free in his daughter's smiling face. "Sorry, honey," He said. "But its time to suck Daddy's penis." Hayley looked up at her father, then down at his swollen, twitching penis. It was so close, she could smell the scent of venom coming from its tip. She smiled to herself as she felt a wave of pure, familial love. She felt closer to her father than she ever had in her life. Never had she thought she would save her father's life, but that is exactly what she had been doing every day for the past three days. On Wednesday, on the same day she discovered their existence, her father's trouser snake had bitten him on the penis and only she had been able to suck out the poison. So far she'd had to suck out the poison six times, each time feeling the heroism of what she was doing. No-one else could know, her Daddy said, but she knew Jesus would be proud of her. Never had she thought she could go to her father with a serious problem. But when that horrible boy kissed her, she knew he could help. Which he definitely did, coming to the rescue with a pregnancy test that had proven she was still safe, that had set her mind at ease. Sure, it had been a bit uncomfortable putting his penis in her bottom, still it was a small price to pay for peace of mind. Hayley took hold of her father's thighs to steady herself and opened her mouth wide, lowering her face onto the big swollen penis until she felt it slide between her lips, carefully keeping her teeth off it as it slid across her tongue, right to the back of her mouth. It was amazing, she thought, that every man had this big thing attached to them. What was it for? She started bobbing her head in the method she knew drew out the venom, sucking hard and sliding the penis in and out of her mouth, never letting it out completely. She looked at her father's big stomach as she did it, worrying about his health. His hands came down her front and started helping her, massaging her chest where the costume made it stick out. She felt him insert his fingers into the crack between her breasts, wiggling them in a way that almost tickled, before resuming squeezing and wobbling her. Bernie was having trouble not shouting with joy as he groped his daughter and felt her sweet mouth squeezing and sucking him. He would never get sick of it, he knew. God, it was so wet and hot -- The phone rang on the counter next to him. Reflexively he released Hayley's tits and likewise she pulled away from his cock, looking up at him with a string of drool between her lips and his cockhead. Damn, he thought, he would have to answer it. He put a hand on his daughter's shoulder to keep her there, then picked up the phone. "Hello?" He said. "Oh Bernard, you know I don't want you answering in that sloppy way." His wife Freda said. "Sorry, dear." He replied, his spirits sinking already. "I was just calling to see about Hayley's party," Freda said. "Plus I want to tell you about all the good work we've been doing here." His wife was on a tour with a Church group. "Is it Mummy?" Hayley asked, his cock just touching her cheek. As Freda started going on about Bible readings, Bernie took hold of Hayley's head with his free hand and steered his cock into her unresisting mouth. His wife's voice droned on in his ear, like the sound of a bug, as he started fucking their daughter's face, pushing it right to the back of her throat. "Bernard, what's that sound?" Freda asked shrilly. "What sound, dear?" Trying not to gasp. "That glug-glug-glug sound? Is the drain playing up?" Bernie eased off on his thrusting. "Oh, its stopped now." Freda said, then continued with her lecture. Bernie was having great fun, he never thought it would feel so good to hear his wife's boring, insular prattle at the same time as her precious daughter's throat was being filled by his boner. Hey Freda, he had a berserk urge to say, I'm face-fucking our daughter right now. I'm balls deep in her throat. Last night I blew my load in her ass. "Bernard, did you hear me?" "Sorry, dear?" "Oh, Bernard," Freda complained. "You sound terrible. I said I want you to supervise these girls tonight, is that clear?" "Yes dear." His annoyance at Freda's tone made him shove into Hayley's mouth even harder. "There's that sound again," Freda said. "Anyway, I want you to keep a close eye on them. And no boys." "Of course, dear." "You really sound strained, Bernard," She commented. "You need more exercise and prayer. Now I'd like to speak to Hayley, please." Oh crap, he thought. He stopped his thrusting in surprise, his mind a panicked blank. "Hayley?" He said dumbly, feeling her squeeze his thighs. "Yes, Bernard, you remember our daughter? I'd like to speak with her." "Just a sec and I'll get her." Bernie made sure his palm was clasped tight over the receiver. Hayley was squeezing his thighs quite hard and making little sounds. When he looked down he realized he was still holding her head and he'd stopped thrusting when he was fully forward, only now feeling his erection curving into her throat -- it felt great but Hayley was obviously choking. He released her and she lifted off him, then gasped and coughed, her eyes red and wet. "Sorry, honey," He said to her quietly. "But your mother wants to speak to you." "Mummy?" She croaked, looking at his wet, hard cock. "But I haven't gotten the poison out yet." "Well," Bernie's mind reeled. "Maybe there's another way you can do it. Take this off." He gave her bra-clad left tit a quick squeeze. Bernie had to remember to keep his mouth shut as his daughter reached behind herself to unhook her bra, pushing out her bust towards him. She bit her bottom lip cutely as she fiddled with the hooks. Then she drew her arms around and slid off the underwear, the huge globes not even sagging a bit when released. His hands itched as he watched her place it on the kitchen table. "Now lean back. Yes, like that. Stay still. Now here's the phone, remember not to tell your mother about all this with my snake bite or your pregnancy scare, okay?" "Okay, Daddy, I don't want her to be mad." Hayley took the phone off her father, smiling up at him. "Hello, Mummy!" She trilled happily. "Hello, Hayley," Her mother's voice said cheerily. "How are you?" "I'm great, Mummy. Its my party tonight." She started talking about her party with her mother, trying not to be distracted by what her father was doing. She was leaning right back in the chair and now he was straddling her, one leg on either side of her body. His big red penis bumped and slapped her hard stomach as he clumsily moved forward. "So who is coming to your party tonight, Hayley?" Her mother asked. "Miranda is coming. And Jacinta. She's the exchange student, Mummy." "Where is she from, Hayley?" "She's from Colombia." "Oh, Colombia," Her mother said. "There's lots of good missions in South America." Her mother started telling her about the missions. It was hard to concentrate. Her father had got himself so that he was standing over her ribs, like he was going to ride her. He had his penis in one hand and placed it in the middle of her chest, where it felt very hot and wet against her skin. Hayley stifled a gasp as his hands grabbed her breasts and pushed them together, his penis trapped between them. He said something that sounded like prayer. "So only two girls, Hayley?" Mummy asked. "Yes, Mummy," She said. "You said it had to be a small party." "Yes, dear, small parties are what Jesus likes best." It was hard to talk now. Hayley was getting jostled in her chair quite a bit. Her father was holding her chest very tightly and pushing his hips in the usual way, rubbing his penis between her breasts so she couldn't even see it, the penis was covered in her own flesh. As she watched in surprise, her father let her breasts move apart, then spat a big wad of saliva onto his penis, before squeezing her breasts together again and resuming his motion. "What are you and your friends doing at your party?" "Well, Mummy, we have some party games. Daddy said he has some games for us to play." "Oh good, you do what your father tells you to, Hayley, alright?" "Yes, Mummy." Her father was squeezing her chest really hard, plus he kept rubbing his thumbs across the little knobs on her breasts, which made them feel all weird. His sick penis was like a hot bar buried in her chest, rubbing up and down really fast. "Okay, Hayley, I'll be back in three weeks, okay? And I'll call you again soon." "Okay, Mummy, I love you." "I love you too, Hayley. You listen to your father, now." "I will Mummy." "Bye bye, Hayley, I love you" "I love you, Mummy." Her mother hung up. As soon as she lowered it, her father snatched the phone away and threw it onto the table. Hayley was forced down in the chair as her father lurched over her body, his legs squashed her chest, his penis roughly shoving against her lips. She cried out in surprise and the big hard penis cut her off, filling her mouth and intruding right into her throat. Straight away it started twitching. Hayley gulped frantically as the venom rushed out over her tonsils. Bernie let out a wordless bellow of pleasure as he watched his daughter swallow the cum shooting into her throat. He could actually feel the end of his dick touching her throat and the force of the squirts of sperm splashing inside her. He was cumming so hard, like his balls were going to shoot out of his cock. Hayley's lips were stretched around the base, her tongue squirming under his length. The orgasm drained away. Bernie pulled back so his cock wasn't in her throat. "Keep sucking, honey," He said gently. "You're such a good girl." Hayley smiled around the dick, her red eyes bright with happiness. Bernie watched in glee as his gorgeous daughter moved her head back and forth in her awkward position, the sensation lovely on his sensitive member. His long cock was softening and still he kept it in there, watching her lips. "Keep sucking honey," He said. "Make sure you got all that venom. You're Daddy's little angel, honey." Hayley made a noise of agreement through her full mouth. "I think your party's gonna be great, honey," He said, moving his hips a bit now to slide his semi-erection around in her face. "Your friends are going to love it." "Mmmm-hmm." Hayley said. Jesus, maybe I shouldn't do my plan, Bernie thought. Maybe I've got all I need right here. There's no need to be greedy. With that in mind, he played with his flaccid cock in his daughter's mouth for a good twenty minutes longer. *** Holy shit, Bernie thought. He was sitting at the kitchen table with Hayley and her friends, who had come for her belated eighteenth birthday party. He was dressed now in slacks and a polo shirt, looking every bit the respectable father as the two girls had been dropped off at his house. First had been Miranda, Hayley's best friend. Miranda was a beautiful African girl who was very similar to Hayley, she played all the same sports and had a similarly athletic, big breasted body. Her skin was very dark brown and flawless, her hair long and black, falling to her firm round ass. Her big brown eyes were very cheerful and expressive. Much like Hayley, she was devoutly religious and parentally protected. Bernie had never met Jacinta, though he had heard Hayley talk about her. She was shorter than Hayley or Miranda, with very tanned olive skin, long caramel brown hair and sultry bright green eyes. She stood out from the other two, as she was wearing makeup, as well as a tight midriff top and little denim shorts. Hayley and Miranda were dressed much more sensibly. In addition, Jacinta seemed unable to speak English, instead she spoke Spanish in a husky, sexy voice. He had told Hayley to change out of her costume, not wanting to shock her guests and their parents. Now they had all ordered pizza dinner and finished eating it without the costumes being mentioned. Bernie had really thought he was going to abandon his plan, until he spent the time watching the three 18 year old girls smiling and talking. It was just too much. His cock was twitching in his pants. "Hayley," He said in a break in the conversation. "Don't you want to tell your friends your surprise?" "Oh!" She smiled broadly. "Yes! Guess what?" The girls looked at her. "What is it?" Miranda asked. Her voice was like a purr, very sexy, Bernie thought. "It's a costume party!" Hayley giggled. "And I've got costumes for everyone!" "De qué estás hablando?" Jacinta asked. "Esto es tan aburrido." Hayley nodded, smiling. "Lets go in my room and pick some." Hayley said. "Then come out and model them for me, girls." Bernie said quickly, trying to keep his voice calm. Giggling, the three girls all ran daintily out into the hallway to Hayley's room, though Jacinta looked confused. He could hear bumping and laughing as he sat and licked bits of pizza from his back teeth. Jesus, was he really going to do this? He touched his cock through his slacks and felt that it was already pretty hard. The sounds of giggling and footsteps came down the hall. Bernie smiled broadly to himself as Hayley came through the doorway laughing, dressed in her tiny g-string and bra and angel wings. "Ta-da!" She cried, doing a little spin. Bernie felt his mouth fall open. "Oh, Daddy, you look so surprised! You've already seen mine." "Uh, well, um, honey." "So here's Miranda!" She waved her arms in a flourish. Miranda came through the door and Bernie felt his cock harden further. The tall, ebony girl was dressed in a skin-tight bikini that was patterned like leopard skin, showing her muscular stomach. Her skin was the same delicious shade all over, the curve of her breasts were big and dark, luscious and firm. On her head was a headband with little pointed ears. "I don't know, Hayley," She said, frowning. "This costume is a bit, you know." "What?" Hayley asked. "Don't you like it?" "Oh, no, its okay, its just," Miranda looked uncomfortable, glancing at Bernie. "Its just a bit small." "No it isn't, silly!" Hayley exclaimed, giggling. "And here's Jacinta!" The petite Colombian teen stepped into the room and Bernie had to restrain a gasp. Her sexy little body was barely covered at all, since she had chosen the most pornographic of the costumes he had bought. It consisted of a tiny hot pink g-string and hot pink nipple pasties, that only covered the tips of her perky breasts. The rest of her athletic, tanned body was exposed to his hungry eyes. She also wore an expression of bemusement. "Qué clase de fiesta es esta?" She asked Hayley, who looked back blankly. "Vamos a tener sexo con este hombre gordo?" She gestured in Bernie's direction, surprising him out of staring at her legs. Hayley smiled at Jacinta and nodded. "Yes, Jacinta, Daddy did get the costumes, aren't they great?" The little Colombian stared at her, pouting. Miranda was trying to cover her exposed beautiful body with her folded arms, looking very uncomfortable. Hayley seemed to notice their moods. "Well, how about we play a game?" She trilled. "Daddy's got some games for us to play." "I guess so." Miranda said. Jacinta just looked at them. "So, what should we play, Daddy?" Hayley asked him brightly, bobbing on the spot with excitement, which shimmied her cleavage in a lovely way. Bernie licked his lips. "How about this one?" He said and held up the box. It was the copy of Twister he had bought in the shop that day. Hayley actually clapped her hands in joy, whilst her friends just looked on glumly. "I don't know if I can play in this costume, Hayley." Miranda said quietly. "Of course you can!" She answered, taking the box from Bernie and getting started setting it up. Bernie watched her lovely body as she crouched and laid out the mat. She got up and gave the spinner to him. "You can do the spinning, Daddy! Let's play!" Bernie found himself having to stop himself from panting as he watched the girls play the game. Hayley was totally enthusiastic, forcing Miranda and Jacinta to follow her lead even though they didn't seem very interested in it. No-one was enjoying it as much as he was, though, as he span the little plastic arrow and declared the next color and body part, the lithe young bodies getting more twisted and pressed together in front of him. Under cover of watching the game he could stare at them all he liked, their firm buttocks and tits and lean muscular teenage bodies. Trouser Snake Returns Finally, with Miranda's head squashed in Hayley's tits and Hayley's cheek up against Jacinta's ass, they all collapsed in a heap. By sheer luck Jacinta was the last one left mostly upright, as she hadn't understood the game at all and had relied on Hayley pushing her into place. Hayley giggled on the floor, whilst Miranda sat up quickly and crossed her arms over her big brown tits. "You won, Jacinta!" Hayley said cheerfully. Jacinta frowned at her. "No puedo entender, perra." She said. "Hayley, I need you in the other room." Bernie said, jumping out of his chair and grabbing his daughter by her arm. She managed to get to her feet before he had to drag her out the door and into the hall, still giggling from the game. Her friends watched them go in surprise. Bernie pulled her into her bedroom, which was closest, and slammed the door. "Kneel down, honey." He panted. "Daddy, are you okay?" She asked, kneeling in front of him. He practically tore open his slacks, his erection swinging in front of her nose. "Oh, it looks bad!" She cried. "Open your mouth, honey," He ordered. "Open wide." His gorgeous blonde daughter opened her pink lips wide, her wet pink tongue very inviting, her eyes looking up at him innocently. Bernie sunk his fingers in her blonde hair and shuffled forward, groaning as the head of his cock touched her moist mouth, feeling her warm breath on his shaft. He continued pushing forward, her lips closing around him, her tongue rubbing the underside of his shaft, all the way until he felt it bend into her throat. He held her there, looking lovingly into her eyes, feeling her throat working as she gagged. Hayley wondered what her friends would think of her, as she had left them alone and wasn't being a very good hostess. She was sure that if she could tell them what was wrong, they would understand. Her father was obviously sick, he was red and sweating profusely, his penis was swollen and hot in her mouth. It was swollen so big, she was having trouble not choking on it. She was about to pull back when her father started sliding it out of her throat, then pushed it in again, beginning the rhythmic pumping motion she was used to, his hands holding her head still. He was smiling down at her and she would have smiled back if her lips hadn't been stretched around his penis. Instead she put all her effort into sucking hard on it to get all the venom out. Bernie was thinking of the girls all tangled together on the Twister mat as he fucked his daughter's mouth. He thought of Miranda's hot black face pressed up against Hayley's barely-covered big tits. He reached down now with one hand and started groping one of those tits through the filmy white bra, loving the firm springy softness of them. The bedroom door opened. Bernie stepped back in surprise, Hayley pulled back and his cock came up from her throat covered in thick bubbly spit that drooped in ropes between them. Jacinta was standing in the doorway, her face a picture of surprise. "Uh, um," Bernie stuttered, looking around in desperation. "Um, well." "Its okay, Jacinta," Hayley started. "This is a medical procedure." The little teen suddenly smiled and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. She looked the happiest she had all night. "Esto es más como!" She exclaimed happily. "Mira el tamaño de esa verga!" Bernie didn't know what she was saying, but she was looking at his wet cock with an expression of smiling admiration. Despite his shock he found himself grinning sheepishly. He looked at Hayley and saw she was smiling as well, plus her spit had dropped onto her breasts and left her cleavage glistening wet. "That's right, Jacinta," She said. "Why don't you wait outside?" The tight little Colombian ignored her and sashayed over to them, her hot bedroom eyes still intently focussed on the twitching cock. She was practically naked in her g-string and pasties and Bernie found himself breathing even harder. She was amazing, he thought, like a girl from a James Bond movie. Her dainty hand reached out and grasped his saliva-coated shaft. One corner of her smile lifted even higher. "Es tan espeso," She breathed. "Déjame chupar demasiado." The petite teenager crouched down next to Hayley and, with one hand on his cock and another on his thigh, brought her smiling mouth onto his pink head. Her eyes closed as she swirled her tongue over the tip. "Oh hell!" Bernie gasped, going weak at the knees. He'd never had oral sex like this, so eager and skilled. The little teen was making sounds of enjoyment in her throat as she took more of him inside her lips, lavishing her tongue on his hardness. "Are you okay Daddy?" Hayley asked. She was looking up at him in concern, plus she looked a little put out that someone else had taken over her duty. "Yes, uh, honey," He choked out. "Jacinta's obviously, uh, dealt with snake bites, uh wow, before." He found it hard to articulate, what with the tight Colombian lips rubbing up and down his shaft as she bobbed her head, with a swipe of the tongue over the tip each time she came up. "You think she has, Daddy? Do you think she can get the venom out?" "Yes, honey," He spat. "Ooooh, yes, I do. I've heard Colombian, uh, girls, oh, are good at sucking things." Jacinta's mouth was moving quickly on the last inch of his length, then she took hold of his butt cheeks and jammed her face into his crotch. Bernie felt his eyes bugging from his head as he watched his whole nine inches rapidly vanish until the stunning face was mashed into his pubes. The lithe teenager reached up blindly, grabbing his hand and pulling it to her head. Bernie let out a strangled yell as he held the little head down on his cock. It was the deepest he'd been in a throat, deeper than even the deepest face fucking he'd given his daughter. He could feel his head far beyond the back of her mouth in the relaxed wet tube of her throat, the wet heat of her mouth on his whole length, he could feel her huffing breath from her nose in his pubic hair. He felt himself go almost cross-eyed as a wet tongue slid out under his cock and lapped at his balls. She was licking his hairy scrote at the same time as this amazing deep throating. After one of the best minutes of Bernie's life, she held his thighs and slowly drew him out of her face, until the extremely slimy erection was throbbing in front of her and dribbling spit onto her tanned breasts and thighs. "Sí, te gusta ese gordo," She smiled up at him. "Me quieres joder con esta verga gorda?" Bernie could only smile back, overwhelmed. Jacinta turned to Hayley and motioned her to come back to the cock. Bernie turned to offer his well-sucked dick to his daughter's mouth again. Hayley wasn't sure she was very happy about Jacinta helping them, but she knew she should be more charitable. It was just that Jacinta seemed so much more skilled than her at sucking the poison, she seemed to be completely in control and her father seemed to think she was very good at it. Hayley's one real flaw was that she was very competitive, so now she was damned if anyone was going to do a better job of sucking her father's penis than her. She had obviously noticed that the motion of moving in and out of her mouth helped draw out the poison. Also, it seemed to help if the penis went right back into her throat. She had noticed as well that she seemed to do a better job of drawing out the poison when she wore less clothes. She reached behind herself and unhooked the winged bra, dropping it to the floor as her father and Jacinta watched. Hayley got herself into position and inserted her father's penis into her mouth, determined that this would be the best job she'd ever done. Putting her observations into practice, she pushed herself to take the penis all the way into her throat, then all the way back to her lips. She did this again, and again, running the complete length of the thick penis all the way, her father's hair tickling her nose at each descent. Her father was moaning in fever as she kept up the pace, ignoring the strain on her throat, sucking as hard as ever. She glanced to the side as she felt Jacinta moving. The exchange student had pulled off the little cups of her costume, exposing the brown buds on her upright breasts. Hayley increased her pace as she felt Jacinta pushing in next to her, getting her head right in next to Hayley's and up against her father's thigh. What was she doing? Bernie groaned loudly as the Colombian teenager sucked his hairy scrotum into her mouth, pulling both his balls in with her tongue, whilst his daughter just kept sucking harder and bobbing faster. The two hot young mouths were too much for him, he felt shivers of pleasure running over his whole body, making him wiggle his toes. He looked down and saw them both looking up at him happily, Hayley's blue eyes, Jacinta's green eyes, pink lips and shiny spit all over his genitals. Bernie reached down with both hands, getting a big fair-skinned tit in one hand, a perky tanned tit in the other hand, squeezing and rubbing them. Both girls made little sounds in their throats, Jacinta pushed her chest into his hand. Jesus, he thought, this one is fucking amazing. Jacinta sucked his balls even harder, then pulled back, smiling a devilish smile. Bernie watched as the little teenager stood up and hooked her g-string over her little round ass, sliding them down the floor. She laughed at his face and moved to the bed, bending over at the waist and putting her hands on the mattress. She looked at them, glancing at Hayley still sucking his dick, then at his face. "Quieres follar conmigo ahora?" She said. Hayley stopped sucking, red in the face from her efforts. "What?" She said, looking round at Jacinta. "What did she say, Daddy?" "Oh, well," Bernie mumbled. "I think, ah, Jacinta, um, wants a pregnancy test, honey. I think that's it." "Oh!" Hayley said. "Oh, the poor thing. You have to give her one then, I guess." "Yes," Bernie said. "Yes I do." Numbly Bernie moved around to the beautiful ass that the little teen was poiting at him, seeing the little asshole and the pink slice of her pussy. Jesus, he thought, it looks wet already. This girl sure ain't no virgin. He knew that he was going to fuck this pussy, no guilt about it at all. He rubbed one of her firm buttocks, holding his cock with one hand and guiding it towards her. Jacinta let out a moan as his head probed between her lips, feeling the heat inside. "Is she okay, Daddy?" Hayley asked, bizarrely sitting on the bed next to Jacinta. "Yes honey. She's great." Bernie pushed into the teenage pussy. It was so tight, the tightest pussy he'd ever got his cock into, almost as tight as his daughter's ass. The little teen was moaning and mumbling in Spanish as he got himself deep in her. Her pussy could only take about five inches of him before he knew he wouldn't get any further inside. She was really going already, letting out a string of foreign gibberish he couldn't understand at all, apart from 'si'. Hayley looked concerned. "Are you sure you're not hurting her, Daddy?" "No, she's fine, Hayley," He gasped. "She's saying 'yes, keep going with the test'. Trust me, honey." Bernie took hold of the lean young ass and started to fuck her, thrusting his cock in the tight wet pussy. He could feel that he was stretching the teenage vagina with his big dick, still he was too horny to take it slowly. He jammed it in there, loving the feel of her juices on his unprotected rod, feeling the head of it rubbing around in the hot wetness inside her, clutching her firm cheeks. Jacinta didn't seem put off by is roughness, she was throwing her head back, moaning in Spanish, matching his force by pushing her little body back against his thrusts. Hayley was watching, her face half-smiling and half-concerned. She hoped that her new friend wouldn't be pregnant, and she was glad her father was around to give her the test to make sure of it. Really, she was proud of her father. Slamming the little latin pussy, Bernie couldn't believe he'd lasted so long. He was sure that if he hadn't been getting sucked by and ass-fucking Hayley so much in the last few days, he would have blown his load long ago. As it was he felt great, totally in control, king of the world. He looked at the little ass and had an idea. "Come here and help me, Hayley." He said. His gorgeous blonde daughter stood up next to him and looked down at where his cock was impaling her friend's pussy. "Oh, Daddy, its in a different place than when we did it!" "I know, uh, honey," He grunted. "Colombian girls, uh, need to get it there." "Oh, okay," She smiled at him. "What can I do to help?" "Give me your hand." As he fucked Jacinta even harder, he took Hayley's hand and held it up to his mouth, putting her index finger inside. She looked at him quizically as he sucked it, then removed it. "Now I need you to do this Hayley," He said carefully, trying to sound serious as he jammed moaning teen pussy. "Put your finger in her bottom." "In her bottom?" Hayley asked, shocked. "You have to, uh, Hayley," He ordered. "Do it now, please." Carefully, reluctantly, Hayley reached out her finger towards her friend's anus, right above where she was stretched on her father's penis. She really didn't want to do it, but she knew she had to listen to her father. Her mother had told her so. Forcing herself to look, she pressed her finger against Jacinta's bottom. Her friend moaned even louder. "Put it right inside." Her father said. Hayley pushed, feeling how tight Jacinta's bottom was. It was hard to get her finger in there, plus it felt very hot inside it. Hayley gritted her teeth and pushed harder, wiggling her finger to get it deeper in there. Her friend was making louder noises now, crying out. "Sí, en mi culo!" She cried. "Si! Si!" Hayley guessed that meant it was working. She shoved her finger all the way inside, so that her other fingers brushed her father's penis as it moved in and out of Jacinta's female area. It felt very wet and sticky. "Move it in and out," Her father gasped, short of breath. "Like my, uh, penis." Hayley shrugged and moved her hand, rubbing her finger in and out of Jacinta's bottom, wiggling against the walls of the inside of her. It was kind of gross, yet Hayley still felt good about helping. She was sure her mother would be proud of her for pitching in. Jacinta was really bucking around now under her, which made Hayley worry about her. She was sure it must be uncomfortable to have a big thing like her father's penis in that place, it had certainly been uncmfortable when it was in her own bottom. Jacinta was calling out the same phrase over and over now. "Sí, me voy a correr! Sí, me voy a correr! Me voy a correr!" Hayley gasped as her friend started shivering all over whilst emitting a keening wail, like she was riding a scary ride at an amusement park. Her father grunted in surprise and laughed. Hayley was looking down at Jacinta's female area in time to see a sudden gushing of liquid from it, spurting out around the penis and splashing her father's legs. "Oh Jacinta!" Hayley cried, annoyed, pulling her finger out. "You just peed everywhere!" "No, its alright," Her father said, laughing, still pushing his penis in Jacinta as more liquid squirted out. "Its not pee honey, its, uh, test, um, juice. Yes, test juice. Its a, oh God, a good sign." Bernie couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe the little thing had squirted on him, he'd never seen it happen in real life. He couldn't believe his daughter had just fingered her friend's ass and, now, was sitting sniffing her finger and wrinkling her nose. He couldn't believe he wasn't cumming, what with the hot and now very wet pussy clutching his cock and the delightful Spanish moans that accompanied the squelching sounds. Then another sound. The sound of the door opening, followed by a scream. All their heads snapped around. His thrusting stopped, buried deep in the young cunt. Miranda stood in the doorway, her hands up to her face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had heard lots of funny sounds after Jacinta had left the living room, until she decided she was going to find out what was going on. She'd tentatively knocked on the door but no-one had answered, she'd only heard the weird grunting and moaning sounds. So she'd opened the door. Now there was Jacinta, the exchange student, totally naked and bent over Hayley's bed. Hayley's father was standing behind her. He wasn't wearing any pants, his hips pushed up against Jacinta's backside. Hayley was sitting next to them on the bed and she wasn't wearing her top anymore. All of them were staring back at her in surprise. She hadn't meant to cry out. "Wha-what's going on?" She said queruously. "Hayley?" "Oh, Miranda!" Hayley said. "I'm sorry, we left you all alone! Oh no!" "What's g-going on, Hayley?" She stuttered, weirded out by her friend's perfect composure in the strange tableau. Hayley looked at her pantsless father and naked friend briefly. "Oh, Daddy's giving Jacinta a pregnancy test." She said dismissively. "A pregnancy test?" She asked. "What do you mean?" "Come here and see." Miranda shook her head, staying in the doorway. Hayley got up and came over to her, smiling, taking hold of her arm and pulling her towards the bed. She let herself be pulled over until they were next to Hayley's father. Miranda couldn't stop staring at Jacinta's naked body and his naked fat bottom. The exchange student looked up at her and grinned, her hair in disarray. "Sí, tener sexo con el negrito, así." She said over her shoulder to Hayley's father, who was looking anxious. Now she was closer, she could see how his thighs were squashed into her bottom. She could see the actual hole of Jacinta's bottom. "Show her Daddy, show her the test." Hayley said. Her father mumbled something and started moving his hips. Miranda gasped as she saw Hayley's father's big appendage and how it was stuck in Jacinta's body, all of it glistening wet. "What are you doing?" She squealed. "You're having sex!" "What?" Hayley exclaimed. "You're having sex!" She repeated. "No we're not!" Hayley said, outraged. "What are you saying, Miranda? This is my Daddy!" "But his, his thing is in her!" Miranda pointed wildly at it as it continued going in and out of Jacinta. "Its in her thing!" "Qué está diciendo?" Jacinta said as she was bumped by Hayley's father. "Ella quiere que la verga así?" "Its only a pregnancy test," Hayley stressed, as though speaking to an imbecile. "I've had one as well. Its fine." "You? B-b-but, Hayley, he's your f-father." She whispered. "So?" "Your f-father put his thing. He p-put his thing in you?" "In my bottom. Its okay, Miranda. Jacinta needs it in there because she's Colombian." Miranda found herself feeling very strange. Everyone seemed so at ease, Jacinta even seemed to be enjoying herself. Hayley seemed totally happy. How could anything bad be happening if Hayley was so happy about it? "How about you get a test as well?" Hayley said suddenly. "Wh-what?" "Here, I'll help you." Hayley was touching her back, fiddling with her costume top. Miranda gasped as the tiger-pattern bikini, that had barely managed to hold in her big chest, came loose and Hayley tossed it away. Her chest was bare and Hayley's father was looking at it! She squealed again and crossed her arms over herself. As soon as she did Hayley grabbed her little bikini bottom and pulled that down too. She was naked! "Hayley, stop it!" She said, moving a hand to cover her crotch, trying to turn away from Hayley's father and the sight of his thing poking Jacinta. "Stop taking my clothes!" "Its okay, Miranda," Hayley said. "Now just bend over right here." Trouser Snake Returns Miranda felt Hayley's hands pushing her towards the bed. Off balance, she bent forward and put her arms out reflexively, ending up mimicking Jacinta's pose right next to her. She could feel the motion of what Jacinta and Hayley's father were doing through the mattress. "Hayley!" She cried. "Daddy, show Miranda. Give her a test as well." Bernie pulled out of Jacinta with a moan and looked down at the lovely body of Miranda next to her. She was a beautiful shade of dark brown all over, with a big, muscular ass and narrow waist. She was looking over her shoulder at him with a very anxious expression. "Its okay," He said, licking his lips. "Its just a test, Miranda." She flinched as he grasped her big ass, running his hands all over the big cheeks, shuffling sideways from the little Colombian to get himself behind the big black African booty. He could see even her pussy lips were brown, which delighted him. He'd always wanted to have a black girl. Still, this was probably too far. Miranda didn't look convinced about the whole thing, in fact she looked pretty upset. She was making little grossed-out sounds as he grabbed her ass, staring over her shoulder at him, trying to see his hands. She caught a glimpse of his big wet dick and let out a little gasp of horror. "Its okay, Miranda." Hayley said again, sitting down next to her. Jacinta flopped down on the bed, smiling up at Bernie. "Qué pasa con ella? Ella necesita la verga!" She said, then laughed. "What's going on, Hayley?" Miranda asked in a whisper. "Daddy's just going to test you. He'll just put his penis in you and do the test. Its fine." "He'll put it in m-me?" "Yes, only for a little bit. Then you'll know if you're pregnant." "But that's sex, Hayley!" "No it is not! Stop saying that, Miranda! If you're my friend you'll take the test and stop saying crazy things about my Daddy!" Bernie shuffled forward, aiming the head of his slimy cock at the black teenager's exposed pussy. She didn't look at all wet, though he figured he was wet enough for both of them. There was no stopping him now, he desperately wanted to fuck this hot African babe. She flinched and cried out as he poked it between her brown pussy lips, feeling the tightness of her already. She was whining as he got it just into her. Then he had to stop, as he had just felt an obstruction against the tip of his cock. Of course, he thought, she's a virgin. Of course she is. This coddled little bitch is just as protected as Hayley, of course she's never been fucked. He stood there, gasping, taking it in with his dick just inside the virgin pussy. There was no stoping himself, though. "This might, uh, feel a little, uh, pinchy, Miranda." He said. He held onto the base of his cock and her ass, wiggling the dick a little in her, loving the realisation that his dick was going to be the first and only one to feel this particular sensation, this particular hymen caressing the tip. He pushed forward. It broke under him and she squealed as his cock shoved inside her, roughly taking her virginity. He released a loud moan of pleasure as he pioneered into her pussy, the slickness of Jacinta's cum on his shaft really lubing the whole thing up. Still it was so tight in there it made him nearly choke on his own sounds of pleasure, clutching the big firm buttocks as he pushed in. Jacinta was laughing and clapping. Hayley was smiling and nodding. Miranda was the only one who didn't seem to enjoy it. "Ooooh, ow," She wailed. "Ow ow ow." Bernie discovered he could only get half his thick cock in this teenage pussy before it started to bend, so he started fucking in earnest. The tight young pussy fit him like a glove, hot on his bare cock, squeezing him hard. "Hayley, ah," She said, making a gasp every time his dick shoved in. "It -- ah -- feels -- ah -- weird -- ah ah ah." "I know it does," Hayley said kindly. "But its worth it." "But -- ah -- its -- ah -- sex -- ah -- we're -- ah -- having -- ah -- sex -- ah." "No it isn't!" Bernie thought it was the best sex yet. He'd never taken anyone's virginity, not even Freda's. Now he thought he knew what the attraction was. There was something amazing about taking this teenager's virginity, of being the first dick to get inside her and feel the warmth of her body. Plus the pussy was so tight, it was like fucking a wet mold of his own cock. "Yo sé algo que te guste." Jacinta said, getting up off the bed. Bernie figured she was going for a drink or something, until the petite teenager pressed up against his back. He could feel her warmth through his shirt and against his fat ass. She was thrusting her hips in time with him fucking Miranda. Hayley laughed at them, thinking it was a joke. Bernie kept pounding away as he felt the girl slide down his back. Her little hands were grabbing his fat ass, holding onto it even as he pounded her friend's newly opened pussy. "What are you doing?" He asked before realising she wouldn't understand. "Oh wow wow wow!" He exclaimed as he felt the little Colombian girl shove her face into his butt crack. The hot long tongue that had covered his cock and balls, now he could feel it licking at his hairy asshole without restraint. If it hadn't felt so good, he would have made her stop just out of shame about how bad it must taste. Hayley was feeling both amazed and excluded. Miranda was whimpering with her eyes closed, gasping as her father administered the test quite roughly. Jacinta seemed to be applying some kind of Colombian skills in venom extraction by putting her face right into his bottom. Hayley wasn't sure she could ever do that, although her father seemed to approve of it. Miranda was praying that the test would finish soon, although she still suspected that it wasn't a test at all. Hayley's father's penis felt very big and thick, it seemed to fill her up inside, plus his hands were crushing and kneading her buttocks really hard. She couldn't believe Hayley had let him put it in her bottom, that must have been terrible! She gasped anew as she felt his hands leave her ass and reach around her to grab her chest, clutching her big breasts just as hard, squashing his body into her back. The penis was so deep in her now, she couldn't believe it. Bernie drooled and gibbered as he felt the big black teenage melons fill his hands overfull, felt the muscular teenage ass pressed against his pelvis, felt his cock shoved deep in hot virgin teenage cunt, felt a hot wet teenage tongue going right inside his asshole and licking the walls of his anus. He squeezed the firm breasts, pulling the black teen's whole body into him, wanting to get his whole nine inches up into her. It was so hot, so tight. He looked around wildly. He'd fucked three teens in one night. That thought did him. The breasts were pinched hard in his clawed hands as he jerked his body into the black ass, feeling his cock shoved deep inside, throbbing, filling with red hot sperm. He was making a horrible long gasping sound, as though he was suffocating, spittle flying from his mouth and dotting the lean black body before him. Miranda was crying out in surprise, shocked by the sudden flush of wetness and heat in her belly, by the weird squirting of the big thick thing in her. Bernie released the black teenager, letting her slump onto the mattress, exhausted, whining. His cock slipped out of her, already flagging, red and covered in dripping goo. As if in a dream he turned on the spot, Jacinta's face coming out from his butt, the little teen smiling as the gross slimy cock swung at her. "Yo soy tu sirvienta, eh?" She said, sneering sexily. "Es hora de limpiar?" She leaned in and took the softening dick between her lips, sucking the whole sticky member into her mouth, her throat working as she swallowed the sperm coating it. A lot of it had rubbed off on her lips, Bernie could see her mouth was ringed with a thick layer of his cum. Her sultry eyes looked up at him as she sucked him, making him gasp with sensitivity. He could hear Miranda still whining. Hayley, however, came over to stand next to him. He felt he would never get sick of her bare breasts. His daughter grinned down at her sucking friend. "Well that really got the venom out, Daddy," She said, obviously pleased. "And Jacinta cleaned it all up. So how was Miranda?" "So good. Really tight." "Sorry Daddy?" "I mean, um, she's fine, honey, not pregnant at all." "That's great," She looked back at Jacinta sucking his slowly waning boner. "Jacinta looks a bit messy, Daddy. She's got venom all over her face now." "She sure does. Oh yeah." "We'll have to get cleaned up before they get picked up, Daddy." Jesus, he thought, glancing at the clock. But there was still plenty of time. He saw Miranda had sat up, watching Jacinta's sucking with wide eyes. Her pussy was dribbling cum down the side of the bed. He had an idea. "How about we all get cleaned up together," He said. "We can all shower in one go." "Oh, I guess so." Hayley said uncertainly. "It'll be like a pool party!" He said cheerfully. She grinned back at him, her eyes lighting up. "Okay!" *** The next morning, Sunday, Bernie watched his daughter walk into the church and tried to keep the ridiculous idiot smile off his face. He was standing outside in the sunshine next to the car, feeling like whistling or perhaps dancing on the spot. Memories of the previous night played through his head. After the fun in Hayley's bedroom, she had dragged her friends to the bathroom, Miranda protesting feebly. Bernie had followed them in, sloppy cock flapping, laughing at Hayley's enthusiasm. His daughter stripped off her g-string, he'd stripped off his shirt, then he'd herded them all under a hot shower. It was so crammed he was pressed up against them. Miranda was squashed against one side, looking very uncomfortable, Jacinta against the other, Hayley pressed against his front. He laughed and joked with them, Miranda not answering, Jacinta rattling off fiery Spanish. He lathered his hands in body lotion and started rubbing the little Colombian, making her squirm and giggle as he tickled her. He did the same to Hayley, squeezing her soapy slippery breasts, hugging her and rubbing her buttocks. When he turned on Miranda, she shrank away. "But we need to wash up the test venom." He had said and Hayley had backed him up, forcing Miranda to give him access. She pressed herself against the wall, head turned to one side, as Bernie's soapy fingers entered the pussy he'd just deflowered. With his other hand he'd squeezed her big brown tits, moving between them. He'd felt the sliminess of the big load he'd shot up in her. "Oh Daddy, you're all swollen again!" Hayley had cried, feeling his stiffening member pushing at her hip. He had been amazed that he was erect again so soon. Hungrily, he'd pushed Hayley around on the spot, reluctantly leaving Miranda, feeling his cock poking at his daughter's buttocks. "I think you need a test as well, honey." He'd grunted in her ear. "Oh. Okay, Daddy." She'd said. He'd covered his cock in body lotion and pushed it into her butt, her friends watching as she braced herself against the wall and let him work his rod into her. God, it had felt so good to be in her ass again. He'd fucked her ass hard as her friends watched, Jacinta laughing, Miranda whimpering, until he'd blown another big wad inside her. They'd all looked normal by the time Miranda's father came and got the silent, sulking girl. Then Jacinta had kissed him on the cheek before running out to meet her host family's car. Hayley had smiled and laughed, thinking her party had turned out well. Now the only thing he was worried about was -- "Hey, Holloway!" A deep voice called. Bernie realised a shadow had fallen over him. He looked up and up into the face of a big black man standing over him. He made a kind of gagging sound. It was Miranda's father. "I want a word with you." The big man growled. Bernie's heart seemed to be ricocheting around in his chest. Miranda's father was several inches taller than him and looked much fitter, his biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt. Bernie did the only thing he could think of. He ran. It was totally ridiculous. He ran sideways around the big guy and sprinted for the lane beside the church, with some frantic idea of losing him somewhere. He actually managed to make it into the shade of the lane, between two tall fences, before a big hand grabbed his shoulder and span him. His back crashed against a fence painfully, before his attacker was in his face, pinning him to the palings. "I said, I want a word." He hadn't worked up a sweat chasing him, whilst Bernie was panting already. His knees felt weak and shaky. "Wh-what's up, hey?" He said. "What's the m-matter?" "You," The guy poked him in the chest. "My girl was at your house last night, Holloway." "M-my house?" "Yeah," Another poke. "I know it. I saw you there. My girl was there last night." "S-so? She's Hayley's friend -- " "My girl Miranda says you're some kind of creep," He growled. "She said you fucked her! Did you fuck my little girl?" "N-no! I swear!" Bernie cried. The guy raised one big fist. "Don't you lie to me, fucker!" "Okay! Okay, I did it!" Bernie wailed, almost crying. "I fucked her! I fucked them all!" Miranda's father slowly lowered his fist, eyes smoldering. "How'd you do it?" He asked quietly. "How'd a fat fuck like you screw three teen girls?" "I, I t-tricked them!" He gasped. "How?" So Bernie told him. *** "But Daddy, I don't believe it." Miranda said. She was shrinking back in the sofa, still in her nice church dress. Bernie was sitting across from her, whilst her father, whose name was Rick, was standing over her. "What did you say?" He demanded. "I don't believe it," She said in a little voice. "There can't be snakes living in peoples' pants, there just can't." "I don't like your tone, missy." Rick said. "Show her where it bit you." Bernie said from his chair. He was feeling quite excited now, watching all this unfold. It was especially nice to see Miranda sitting there looking prim and proper, with the memory of her virgin cunt still fresh. Rick hesitated, then he started undoing his jeans. Miranda gasped as her father unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his underwear. Bernie was amazed at the size of it, it was even bigger than his own, maybe twelve inches long and very thick. "Euww, Daddy, that's your thing!" The girl exclaimed. "I was bitten in the same place." Bernie said, holding back a laugh. Rick was brandishing his cock towards her, standing even closer to her. "Here, put it in your mouth, baby," He said. "Help your father." "But Daddy its sex! That's having sex!" "Shush now! Now you put it in your mouth like a good girl!" Bernie watched, fascinated, at the beautiful black teenager shuffled forward in her chair, cringingly approaching her father and the long, stiffening piece of meat he held out to her. She was whining in her throat, her eyes nearly closed in disgust, her mouth opening as she leaned closer. Rick grabbed his daughter's head and thrust his cock into her face, stuffing the wide head of his erection between her lips, cutting off and muffling her protests. Miranda wailed in her throat, waving her hands as her father started roughly pumping his hips, getting an amazing amount of the huge cock into her. Bernie leaned forward to get a better angle, his own cock hardening as he watched, seeing drool running down Miranda's front and wetting her church dress where her big tits pushed it out. He'd never watched people fuck in real life. God, he remembered groping her as he fucked her the previous night, so hot and tight. The relentless face-fucking went on for what seemed like a long time, the room full of the sounds of Rick's gasping and his daughter's gagging and moaning. Bernie looked up time to see Rick glance at him. "Come over here, man," He said. "Get some of this." Bernie leapt up and hurried over, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down. His own boner swung free. He saw Miranda's wild eyes looking at it as her father's dick filled her throat, obviously remembering having it in her. Rick pulled out of her face and motioned for Bernie to step in. Miranda tried to say something but Bernie already had his cock poised, so she was cut off again by a cock, his hands sinking into her black hair to hold her on him. Bernie forced the hot teenager's face down on his cock, loving the gagging heat and the tongue lashing about under him. "God, this is so good." Rick said. Bernie saw he was grabbing Miranda's big tits through her dress, really kneading his daughter's chest as Bernie fucked her face. She obviously wasn't enjoying the experience but she was too obedient to struggle too hard, or to bite him. Instead she sat still and moaned as he used her wet mouth and throat. Ropes of spittle were splashing her father's roaming hands. "Let her stand up." Rick said after a few minutes. Bernie saw he'd taken off his pants, his big black boner swinging about. Bernie released the black teen's head, letting her pull her face away with a splash of saliva. She started coughing, her eyes red. Bernie couldn't believe how wet and slimy his dick was. "Stand up baby." Rick said, pulling his daughter to her feet. As she stood there coughing he unzipped the back of her church dress and pulled it down over her arms. Her sensible white bra was revealed, along with jiggling mounds of brown cleavage. Her father peeled the dress right down her body to the floor, treating Bernie once again to the beautiful sight of her lean, muscular body, her white underwear contrasting deliciously with her skin. "Daddy, my clothes!" She whined. "Its alright, baby," Rick soothed. "Here, let me help you." He was unhooking her bra. Miranda flapped her arms ineffectually in protest as her father slipped her bra off her shoulders. Bernie couldn't help himself and, as the firm black tits were revealed, his hands shot out to grab them. The teenager yelped as he took hold of her, squeezing happily. "Daddy, he's touching me!" Miranda complained. "Yeah, stop that!" Rick said angrily, so that Bernie let go and backed off. Miranda's face briefly changed to a relieved smile, until her father's hands roughly replaced Bernie's. "Daddy!" She cried. "Oh my God," Rick moaned. "These things are so hot, baby." "What do you mean, Daddy?" "I mean you're doing real good, baby," Rick said into her face as he groped her. "Now take your panties off." "M-my p-panties?" "Yes, baby, take 'em right off." Looking upset, Miranda reluctantly hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them down her long, athletic legs. Her father's hands immediately went to her firm buttocks, making her cry out as he pulled her roughly against him. Bernie could see the thick cock trapped between them, rubbing her lean stomach. "Yeah, this ass is something!" He grunted. "Daddy, you're hurting me. Why are you squeezing my bottom?" "Sssh, baby, you're doing great," He breathed. "Now bend over for Daddy." "W-what?" "Bend over, here." Rick turned his lovely daughter around and pushed her onto the sofa, arranging her roughly until he had her naked brown body on all fours on the cushions. Now she was facing Bernie and he felt his cock throb as he watched Rick get behind his own daughter and grope her ass, just the way Bernie had the previous night. Rick reached over to the shopping bag that he and Bernie had brought home and took out the bottle of lubricant, squirting some on his cock before dropping the bottle on the floor. "What are you doing, Daddy?" "Shush, baby, just keep still." Rick said. Bernie saw him guiding his big black dick, saw Miranda's eyes widen in shock as she felt it touch her. Trouser Snake "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?" "Yes honey?" "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?" "Yes honey." *** 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. "Hi Daddy!" "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. Trouser Snake She was about to launch into another verse when there was a bump from the doorway. She looked up, startled, through the glass of the stall door. She squealed and covered herself with her arms when she saw her father standing there, looking very distressed and red in the face. "Daddy! What's wrong?!" She cried. "Sorry, sorry, uh," He garbled, eyes wide and staring. "Sorry, its, uh." He had one hand on his shorts. She saw that his penis was very swollen again, so that it pushed out his shorts heaps. "Oh, Daddy, are you sick again?" "Guh, uh, yeah," He mumbled. "Um, uh, honey." "Oh no," She said. "Wait and I'll get out and help you." "Uh, no time!" He said suddenly. She stumbled back against the wall tiles as her father grabbed the shower door and opened it. Was he going to get in with her? He was! Her father lumbered into the shower, the water instantly wetting his shirt and boxer shorts. She could see his big swollen penis completely defined in the wet material. He closed the door behind him and stood there, gazing at her. She was concerned about him as his eyes were wandering everywhere, not looking her in the face. He had to be really ill. "Daddy, I'm showering. I've got no clothes." "It's alright, honey," He said slowly, his voice funny. "I've seen you before. I gave you a bath when you were a baby." "I, I guess so." She said. "Its okay, don't be shy," He mumbled. "I'm your father, Hayley." Hayley smiled. She was being silly. She dropped her arms and stood up straight. Her father was very close, filling the shower stall, his eyes looking all over. "Daddy, you're all wet, silly." She giggled. "Uh," He groaned. "I guess so." He slowly pulled his wet shirt over his head, then pushed down his boxers and kicked them into the corner in a sodden pile. Hayley had never seen her father naked before, but now she felt alright about it. They were family, after all. Her father wasn't very healthy though, she saw now. His stomach was pretty big and his chest muscles were droopy. His penis, however, was rigid and red. She could see it pulsing. "Here, turn around, Daddy." She turned him around so the spray was hitting his back. He was totally pliant, staring vacantly at her body. When he was turned around she squatted in front of him on her powerful legs, the engorged penis looking very big from closer up. She could see a strange bag of skin hanging under the base of the penis. "Now we'll get that nasty stuff out." She said. Her father moaned feebly. Hayley held on to her father's thighs and moved her lips to the end of the penis, letting the whole end bit of it slide into her mouth. He moaned again, louder this time. She moved her head a little, encouraging him to move his hips. She smiled around his penis, looking up at him as he started to move. Bernie felt like he was in heaven. The hot water splashed his back, his daughter's hot mouth encased his cock, her hot body was crouched before him, totally bare. She didn't have any fat on her anywhere, her body was tawny muscle and firm flesh everywhere, her bare breasts barely jiggled as he pumped her mouth. As though in a trance, he reached down around her bobbing head and let his hands grasp her breasts, so firm that they barely moved as his fingers sank into the warm young flesh. He squeezed them repeatedly as she sucked on his cock, loving the feeling of her lips sliding on his thick shaft. Over her shoulder he could see the beautiful curves of her ass sticking out, glistening wet like the rest of her body. "Uh, honey," He groaned. "Oh, that's it." "Hmmm." She gargled around his cock. Bernie released her breasts and took hold of his daughter's head, so that he could fuck her face again. Hayley braced herself against the walls as Bernie started pumping his hips and pushing his cock right to the back of his daughter's throat. He could feel the head slipping against the wall of her throat, how was she not choking? She was a natural cocksucker, he thought. Bernie fucked her face until he felt like he was going to cum, then he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Hayley looked up at him questioningly. "Daddy? What's wrong?" "Are you okay, Hayley?" "Yes, of course," She said. "I just tasted a bit of venom, was that all there is?" "No, there's more," He gasped, enjoying the sight of his cock twitching in her face, bumping her cheek. "Do you like sucking my penis, honey?" She looked at it. "I guess so. I just want to help you out, Daddy, its okay. I'll suck it whenever I have to." He groaned and grabbed her head again, Hayley instantly opened wide and let his cock get back inside her mouth. Totally lost in the warmth of her mouth, Bernie started fucking her face, laughing with pleasure. He could feel Hayley laughing with him, vibrating his erection in her throat. She was so good, her throat so wonderful as it accepted his cock. "Uh, yes. What a good girl. Here it comes!" Bernie pushed his daughter's head down on his member as he started cumming, orgasming onto the back of her tongue. Hayley was making thick gulping sounds, clutching his thighs with effort. After what seemed like ages, his dick stopped blowing sperm and he released her. "Keep sucking a bit longer, honey." He said, smiling down at his daughter as she continued bobbing her head on his length. He could feel it softening a bit, until he had to get her to stop when it got too sensitive. Hayley wiped her mouth and stood up, he nakedness still glorious to him. "Daddy, that was heaps," She said seriously. "Maybe you're getting worse." "Sorry, honey," He said. "Do you mind sucking it out, when I need you to?" "Of course not, Daddy," She said. "I want you to get better." Bernie hugged his daughter. She seemed to have forgotten they were both naked and hugged him back, his semi-erect cock poking her in her blonde pubes, her gorgeous tits squashed into his chest. Jesus, he thought, I could almost go again. Hayley hugged her Dad for a long time until he released her, stumbling out of the shower. She finished washing herself, rushing so she wouldn't be late. Now that she'd helped Dad, her mind returned to thoughts of her party tomorrow night. She dried off and went into her room, getting dressed in her school uniform. At least it was Friday, she thought, though she liked school anyway. Hayley went into the kitchen. Her father was sitting at the table in his work clothes. "Daddy, I'm ready." Her father looked up her. "Sorry honey," He said, reaching for his zipper. "I'll need you again before we go." *** Hayley was waiting for her father just outside the school gate. Miranda had needed to go early today and she was all alone. She rubbed her jaw, which hurt a little bit from having to suck on her Dad's penis so much that morning. She felt like she could still taste the venom. She was looking up at the sky when a shadow fell over her. "Hey, what's your name?" She looked and saw a boy, who looked about her age. Hayley didn't talk to boys, her mother kept her well away. She didn't know why she'd want to talk to a boy anyway, especially one as rough and ugly as this one. "Hey, won't you talk to me?" He said. "No thankyou," She said. "I don't talk to strangers." "I don't have to be a stranger," He grinned. "I'm Cody." She looked away, biting her lip. When would her father turn up? "Geez, you private school ho's are all the same," He laughed harshly. "How 'bout a kiss, baby?" She stepped back quickly, alarmed. "No!" The boy grabbed her shoulders and planted a kiss on her face, mashing her lips and cheek. She shrieked and reflexively drove her knee up into him, hitting him somewhere on his thighs. The boy started saying all sorts of words, like nonsense, whilst collapsing to the concrete. Just then she saw her father's car coming up the street. She ran off and jumped in as soon as he stopped. *** Bernie had gotten a nasty scare when he saw his daughter running towards the car, obviously upset. Was she running away from police, desperate to save her from a degenerate father that she wouldn't understand? It had taken the whole trip home to get the story out, which he had to stop himself from laughing about. It sounded like she'd kneed that prick right in the balls! They went inside and sat down at the kitchen table. God, she was so beautiful, he thought, even when she was upset. He was missing all she was saying, thinking about her body in the shower that morning and the feeling of her suckling on his cock after he'd cum. "Will I be, Daddy?" She was wailing. "Will I be?" "Will you be what, honey?" "Pregnant!" She cried. "Huh? Why would you be pregnant, we haven't-" "Because he kissed me!" She almost shrieked. "That gross boy kissed me!" "Oh well, um." "Tania told me that's how babies are made. Maybe I'm pregnant now! What will Mummy say?" "Calm down, honey," He said. Bernie had suddenly had an idea, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go so far. "I can help you." "You can?" She said, calming a bit. "Yes. Just like you help me, you know?" "Yes Daddy." "I can do a pregnancy test and see if you're pregnant, honey. Do you want to?" "Yes! Yes please, Daddy." "Okay," He took a deep breath. "Stand up, Hayley." She stood up. "You'll need to take off all your clothes, honey." "Oh," Hayley said. "Okay." She guessed she'd already been naked with her father in the shower this morning. She stripped off her school uniform, putting each garment neatly on the table. Her father watched as she took off her underwear as well and put them on the pile. She stood before him, making herself leave her body uncovered. He looked her over. "Now I'll start checking." He said thickly. He stood up and took one of her breasts in each hand, kneading them softly. Hayley was surprised when he ducked his head and started sucking on one of her nipples, rubbing it with his tongue. He squeezed them more as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, sucking on it in the same way. She stood there and let him keep doing this for a long time, until he was breathing hard, obviously with the effort of checking. "Now, I have to get undressed as well." She nodded as her father took off his work clothes, dropping them in an untidy pile on the floor. Soon he was naked in front of her, his penis swaying out in front of him, once again hard and red. "Oh Daddy," She said. "It looks bad again." "Actually, uh, honey," He gasped. "It's a blessing in disguise. Now I can give you a pregnancy check." "Oh. Okay. How?" "Well," He seemed to think for a second. "The venom can tell me if your pregnant. I'll put some venom in you and we'll see the results. Okay?" "Okay, I guess so." "Okay, but you'll have to suck the venom to the surface first." "Okay Daddy, I'll do it." Hayley got down in front of her father and started sucking his penis again, even though her jaw was sore from that morning. He wasn't moving his hips at all, instead letting her slide her mouth up and down on it. She felt like she was getting better at putting the penis further and further back behind her mouth, so that now she could get her face right down in the hairs. Bernie looked down at his daughter sucking his cock on the kitchen floor, squatting like she did in the shower. He knew what his plan was, but he didn't know if he could go through with it. He had come very far, still he didn't know if he could go that far. "Okay, stop now honey." He said. "I just tasted some venom, Daddy." "Yes, honey," He was breathing hard. "I've got to use the venom for the test." "Okay." "Stand up honey. Come over here. Bend over a bit and put your hands on the table. Scoot your butt out a bit, honey." Bernie stood and looked at his work. His athletic daughter was bent over, her hands on the kitchen table, her butt facing him. He could see the pink slit of her vagina, the object of his plan. It was totally available, he knew. He could deflower his daughter right here and nothing would stop him. "Stay there, honey." He said. He went to the bathroom and found the old jar of Vaseline in the cabinet. When he came back she was in the same position, looking around at him. Without explanation he opened the jar and slathered Vaseline all over his penis. "Is it okay, Daddy?" She asked nervously. "Yes, honey. Stay right there." He moved up behind her. His slick cock was in his hand. The head was right outside her pussy, almost touching the pink slit, pink like her lips were. "I'll start the test now, honey," He said, fighting to keep his voice level. "It might hurt a little bit." "Okay, Daddy. I'm ready." He moved forward. The head of his cock touched her labia, he could feel their heat. She flinched a bit at the touch. Could he really deflower her, could he really take his daughter's virginity? No, he couldn't. Standing there with his penis touching her pussy, he realized he couldn't. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he was not going to be able to. It was too far even for him. Sadly he looked at her pussy, her hard buttocks, her little bud of an asshole. Asshole. Oh God. "Here we go, honey," He said. "It'll feel pretty weird. Just hold on." Bernie moved his cockhead carefully from her pussy lips before placing it against his daughter's anus. She flinched again at the touch. He held her ass with one hand, his cock with the other and started pushing forward. Hayley let out a gasp and a moan. He'd put so much Vaseline on his cock, it was actually getting inside. His daughter's asshole was very tight, he'd expected tightness but this was something totally new. Bernie had never fucked a woman in the ass before, he'd only seen it on porno films. She was gasping and moaning as he pushed harder, trying not to bend his cock as it slid in, a tiny little bit at a time. The head was inside, there was still eight inches of his erection outside. There was no way the whole thing would get inside of her. Hayley was trying to hold on. She had been shocked when she had felt her father's penis touch her female area, she was sure he was going to make it go in there somehow. Then he had started shoving it into her bottom, where she pooped from. It felt huge, much bigger than when she put it in her mouth, like it was stretching out her whole body. She had to push back against him, even as she wanted him to stop. "Uh, damn, honey, uh." He was mumbling, the sort of sounds he made before the venom came out in her mouth. She realized that the test was going to involve the venom coming out in her bottom, that he was going to use her bottom to draw out the venom and somehow it would tell if she was pregnant. Bernie stared bug-eyed at his daughter's ass. The skin was stretched tight around his shaft, about three inches of his cock buried in her tight hole. It was so tight, as though she was squeezing his boner in her fist. Somehow he knew that he wasn't going to get anymore of it inside her, so he slid it about two inches out again, before pushing it back in. She was letting out long moans as he slowly slid the end of his erection in and out of her ass. "Are you, uh, okay, honey?" He asked. ""Yes," She moaned. "I'm okay, Daddy. Uh, ooooh. Can you tell yet?" "Tell?" He asked stupidly. "If I'm, ah, ooh, uh, if I'm pregnant?" "Oh, not yet. Uh, so tight, I mean, just a bit more testing." Her ass felt like a socket for his cock now, though he couldn't get any deeper, it felt as though he was fucking a perfect glove, molded to his erection. His daughter's anal passage was slick with Vaseline and very hot, so tight he could feel the walls of the orifice on every side, squeezing him. It was like her asshole was sucking on his cock, as hard as her mouth ever had. God it was good. He was glad now that he'd chickened out of breaking her hymen, because her ass was like nothing he'd ever dreamed could exist. It was the perfect state of pleasure, he wished his cock could stay in there forever. "Look back at me, honey." He said. Hayley turned her beautiful face to him, looking up at him. She was moaning, her mouth open, her eyes wet. "Are you okay honey?" "Yes, Daddy, oooh. Keep going, keep going." Hayley looked up at her father's face. He was very red, covered in sweat, his eyes seemed to start out from his skull. He was evidently feverish. His penis felt really big and hard, pushing into her bottom and then sliding back out, over and over. His hands were gripping her butt cheeks like handles, using them to pull and push himself inside of her. She hoped the venom was coming soon, it was a bit better now she was used to it, but still not very nice. Bernie could feel the orgasm building, he mauled his daughter's buttocks, then he wanted her tits and reached around her in a frenzy, squeezing the naked firm breasts, gasping and moaning. She was looking at him as he lost all control, fucking his only child's ass with his mouth open, spit dripping off his chin onto her back. "Oooh, Daddy," She squealed. "Ooooh, its so hard." "You're so good," He gargled, drooling on her even more. "Its coming, uh, I'm cumming!" "Oooh, its so hard in my bottom!" "Take it, take it!" He shouted, pumping her ass as he started making wordless moans, thrashing his head about. His cock was spurting, cum shooting up his shaft red hot. Hayley cried out as she felt the venom explode inside her, she could feel the force of the jets of it shooting out inside her and filled up her bottom. It felt like she needed to poop, as the stuff came out of her father's penis into her. Her father slumped over her back, still gripping her chest, his penis still buried inside her where everything felt hot and wet. She could feel venom running down her thighs from her bottom. "Uh, Daddy," She said carefully. "You're really heavy." He groaned and straightened up, staggering away. He slumped into the kitchen chair, his messy penis hanging limply, his face drawn and pale. Hayley felt even more stuff running out of her bottom now that her father's penis was no longer plugging the hole. She straightened up, almost enjoying the sensation of it trickling out of her, though she felt a bit stiff and sore. "Did it work?" She asked. Her father didn't answer her. He was gasping, head thrown back, a weird smile on his face. "Daddy?" "Huh? Honey?" "Did it work?" "Work?" "The pregnancy test," She said. "Am I pregnant?" Her father straightened up and looked at her. She was struck by how unwell he looked, fat and sweaty, even though he was smiling. She would have to look after him very well. "No, honey, you're fine." She breathed a long sigh of relief. "Great, that's great! Thankyou, Daddy, thank you!" "Come here, honey." Her father pulled her onto his knee. He didn't seem to mind the mess running out of her, even though her bottom and thighs were wet on his bare thighs. "But we'll need a plan, honey." He said, suddenly serious. "A plan, Daddy?" "Yes. At least once a day, you'll have to suck the venom from my penis, okay, honey?" "Okay, Daddy." She said, even though she wasn't looking forward to it. "And at least once a week," He went on. "I'll have to give you a pregnancy test. Just to make sure." "Oh," She swallowed. "Okay. If you think so." "I do." "Daddy?" "Yes honey?" "Did Mummy answer my email? About the slumber party?" "Oh," He smiled. "Yes she did. You can have the girls around tomorrow night that you wanted, honey. But no boys, she said that special." "No, I don't want any boys after today," She smiled back at her father. "You'll like my friends, Daddy. Their just like me." Jesus Christ, Bernie thought, squeezing his naked daughter against him. He wondered if she'd suck a dick straight out of her ass. It was worth a try. Trouser Snakes Forever At the dinner table, Bernie was sweating, and not from the hot meal in front of him. Across the table from him, his gorgeous eighteen year old daughter Hayley was eating, still in her school uniform. Bernie stared as she flicked her blonde ponytail out of her way and forked a long piece of sausage, bringing it up to her full pink lips. Her eyes closed as she bit into it. He could see how her lips squashed on its round surface, how juices squeezed out of it. God, he had to get his dick back in there, he just had to get -- "Bernard, are you listening to me?" With an inward groan, he turned to look at his wife, Freda. Next to the glory of Hayley's appearance, his wife seemed even worse. Her hair was a dull mousy brown, her figure was short and dumpy, her face was puckered up in a seemingly perpetual frown. Now that frown was directed at him. "Well?" She demanded. "I'm sorry, dear," He admitted. "Please tell me again." His wife humphed. She was the only person he knew who actually made a humph sound. "I was saying, Bernard, that you don't seem very happy," She tapped his plate with her knife for emphasis. "You have been moping about since I got back." "I'm sorry, dear," He repeated himself. "Trouble at work, you know." "No, Bernard, I don't know," Freda cut him off. "Because you have barely said two words to me in the past week." "I'm sorry, dear." "If I did not know better," She intoned. "I would think you would rather I had not come back." "Of course not, dear." "At least Hayley is happy to see me," She continued. "I thank God that she is here for me." Freda favoured their daughter with a warm smile. Bernie was just glad for the excuse to look at Hayley again, to see the pretty pink mouth open in a lovely smile. He thought of all the times he had seen that smile smeared with his sperm, or seen those lips trying to smile around the thickness of his dick. It had been the best three weeks of his life. Freda had been away on a Bible tour and, by a miraculous series of events, he had fooled his naïve teenage daughter into sucking his cock and eating his cum on a daily basis, sometimes several times a day. He had also managed to fool her into letting him fuck her ass, originally with the idea of doing it once a week, yet he hadn't been able to keep to that restriction very long. God, that lovely tight asshole, squeezing his shaft, wet with lube and hot and -- "Bernard!" He jolted in his seat, possessed of the fear Freda had somehow read his mind. "Yes? Uh, yes dear?" "I said your name five times then, Bernard," She seemed to choke on her own annoyance. "Goodness, Bernard, I'm starting to worry about your mind." "I'm sorry dear." "I do not know what you've been getting yourself into in my absence, Bernard," She sighed. "Have you been getting any exercise?" "Some, dear. Here and there." "Doing what?" "Uh," His mind raced over weeks of pounding their only child's orifices. "Pushups." "Really?" She said, raising an eyebrow at his flabby chest. "And walking." He tried. "I think you need something to occupy your time, Bernard," She frowned at him. "A hobby, perhaps. Something you can really get into. I mean really push yourself into something." "Yes dear." "Really let yourself go, Bernard. Find some release." "Yes dear." "It is a shame you have not embraced the faith as much as Hayley and I," Freda gestured at her daughter. "Hayley gets a lot from the love of the heavenly Father. It is a deep, penetrating love, Bernard. Perhaps you would not understand." "I think I can imagine, dear." He said, wishing he was the heavenly Father. "Hmmm, yes," Freda put down her cutlery. "Well, please excuse me for the moment." His wife got up from the table and walked out in the direction of the bathroom. Bernie heard the bathroom door click shut, before looking up at his daughter, who was looking at him with a concerned expression. Hayley didn't know whether to be happy or worried. The past week since her mother had returned had been restful, yet she was worried about her father and did not believe he was well at all. For the past three weeks, ever since he was bitten by a trouser snake on his penis, she had been sucking out the venom from the bite. Then after her scare when that horrible boy had kissed her, her father had insisted on pregnancy tests once a week. She had never gotten used to the test, with her father's penis filling up her bottom, but she liked the sense of security it gave her. Over the three weeks she had lost count of the number of times she had sucked out the venom, or pumped it out with her breasts, or bent over for a test. It seemed like her father's penis was always out when he was home, its hot swollen form prodding her. By the end of last week her mouth and bottom had been quite sore from receiving it, her breasts too from being gripped and squeezed, plus the taste of the venom seemed ever-present in her throat. Any time she got in the shower, she had to expect her father to stumble in, needing a sucking. Any time she was in bed or on the sofa she had to expect him to appear, demanding to pull down her panties and test her bottom with his penis. Now, since her mother came back, she had not seen her father's penis for a week. He was surly and distracted, not well at all. In the past weeks she had seen so much venom come out of the bite every day, surely it must be building up terribly, his penis must be horribly swollen down there. Sometimes she saw him looking at her mouth, or her chest, with a sad look on his face. She wished that her mother could know, so that she could pull out his poor sick penis and suck it all better for him. "Are you okay, Daddy?" She whispered across the table. He look back sadly. "I'm fine, honey." "How is your penis?" She asked. "Oh, its, um, well," He looked flustered. "It could be better, really." "Oh no!" She cried, though quietly. "Maybe we should tell Mummy." "No! No, we can't, honey. I'll be alright." "Well," Hayley hesitated. "What if I did it right now, Daddy? Before Mummy comes back?" His face lit up. "I don't know, honey." "Maybe if I sucked really hard, it would come out quickly." Her father made a choking sound, looking in the direction of the bathroom. Then he vaulted out of his chair and scrambled around the table towards her, his face twisted in a manic grin. Hayley turned her athletic body in her chair to face him as he stumbled up to her, unzipping his work pants. Then it was swinging in her face, totally stiff, bigger and more swollen than she remembered it. The hole on the end of the penis was wet, as though there was too much venom to keep inside. Bernie sighed in pure pleasure as his cock leapt free of his pants, enjoying the now familiar spectacle and anticipation of his throbbing dick in front of his gorgeous teenage daughter's face. "I'll suck really hard." Hayley whispered. Bernie made more choking noises as his daughter took hold of his thighs and guided her pink lips onto the head of his cock, which seemed to jump into her mouth. The tight circle of the young lips closed around the shaft and he groaned loudly before stopping himself. This was dangerous stuff, there was no way Freda could find them. He had to hurry! His mouth open in a silent roar, Bernie took hold of Hayley's blonde head and rammed his whole length into her face, feeling it slide over her tongue and into her throat, bending himself down into his girl. His fingers sank into blonde tresses as he thrust himself madly into her mouth, fucking her face with total abandon, desperate to cum as quickly as possible. God, her mouth was so wet, her sucking so energetic. He recalled the first time he had put it in her mouth, in the middle of the night, her sitting on the edge of her bed. She had looked up at him, her big blue eyes so trusting, so loving, as she suckled on his cock. He had been worried then about being too rough, only giving her a few inches, gently fucking her mouth. He grinned, thinking how things had changed. Now his pelvis was slamming into Hayley's face, his whole nine inches disappearing. God, he was going to cum, at last. He increased the pace, feeling the tightening of his balls, the welling up of the load. He was going to -- The toilet flushed. Freda was coming back. Bernie froze. "Damn!" He hissed. With another curse he pulled his cock out of his daughter's mouth, shoving it back in his pants and barely missing it with the zipper. His fat figure lurched around the table and he dropped into his seat, just in time for Freda's footsteps to sound from the hall. His wife sat down. Bernie fought to control his breathing, trying to smile at her and appear normal. "Bernard, what is wrong with your face?" She asked instantly. "You look all flushed. And you have not eaten much, either, Bernard. That is not like you." "Sorry, dear." He wheezed. "Hmmm," She mused, before turning to Hayley. "Oh dear, Hayley, are you alright?" Bernie followed Freda's gaze to their daughter. Hayley sat in her chair, her hair mussed around her face, her skin flushed, her eyes watery and red. There was a bit of moisture around her lips. "What happened, Hayley?" Freda demanded. Hayley looked at Bernie for help. Thinking fast, he mimed to her, hoping she'd understand. "I sneezed?" Hayley said uncertainly. "Well, go and get a tissue," Freda ordered, watching as Hayley tottered out of the room. She turned to him. "Honestly, Bernard, sometimes I can really see you inside that girl." "Sometimes I do too." He said. *** Bernie sat at the dinner table and muttered under his breath. Even his favourite desert of sticky date pudding had not managed to remove his grumpiness, which only made Freda even more inclined to attack him. As a result the rest of the dinner had crawled by, mostly in silence. In his pants his cock had barely softened at all, resting in a painfully bent position where it had been hastily stuffed. He could feel the moisture of his daughter's spit in his boxers. Damn it, he didn't want to just go and jerk off. He wanted to feel that little teen throat swallowing his load again, a sensation he had gotten very attached to in the past month. He couldn't stand the idea of going back to jerking off in the toilet, never again feeling his daughter's wet mouth all over his cock. Damn it, he needed a bold move. It had been boldness that got him in her mouth the first time, so only boldness was going to get him in there again. Setting his jaw, he got up and moved to the kitchen entrance, from which he could hear his wife and daughter bustling around getting ready to do the washing up. When he stepped inside the kitchen his eyes widened and his mouth filled with saliva. Hayley was bent over, rummaging around in the drawer where the tea towels were kept, her ass pointed right at him. The normally demure school uniform skirt was right up her thighs, molded to the firm swell of her cheeks. His palms itched. If Freda had not been in the house, he would have demanded she stay right there, lifted up that skirt and given her the deepest pregnancy test ever. "Bernard, what's the matter?" He looked up guiltily to see Freda frowning at him from the other side of the kitchen, a pair of dishwashing gloves in her hands. How long had she been watching him goggling at their daughter's ass? He drew a clumsy smile onto his lips as he tried to think quickly. "Well, uh, my dear," He began. "I, uh, thought maybe Hayley and I could see to this washing, you know. Give you some time to rest." Hayley straightened up and beamed at her parents, completely guileless. Freda continued glaring at Bernie until he felt quite nervous, before breaking into her pursed little smile. "Well, this is unusual," She said. "My, my, looking after things has made you very capable, Bernard. I think I will have a little sit down with the good book after all." "Yes, you do that, dear." He said kindly. Freda thrust the gloves into his hands. "Its nice to see you putting in some hard work, Bernard." "Yes dear." Freda walked out of the kitchen smiling. Bernard turned to his daughter, salivating as he took in the beautiful sight of her tight body in its school uniform. She was bouncing on her toes and smiling at him. "That was nice of you Daddy." She trilled. "Yes, very nice," He leered. "How about you do the washing, honey, and I'll, uh, dry." "Oh, okay." She said, obviously not sure of his tone of voice. She took the gloves off him in exchange for the towel and turned to the sink while pulling them on. Bernie took the opportunity to appreciate the curve of her ass yet again as she filled up the sink with water. His cock was bulging out his pants, painfully erect and bent. Hayley scrubbed another plate and placed it in the rack with the two others she'd already washed, vaguely wondering why her father hadn't started drying them. He was silent behind her and she was about to turn around when she felt him press up against her back, his body very hot, his protruding stomach squashing into her. "Oh!" She squeaked, dropping a mug into the water. "Sssh!" Her father hissed in her ear. "Keep washing, honey. I've got to, uh, get this venom out, you know." "Oh," She whispered. "Should I suck it some more?" Her father made a choking sound in her ear before responding, his voice thick. "No, honey, I think you're overdue for a pregnancy test." "Really? Oh no," She whispered. "But what if Mummy hears?" "She won't," He assured. "Just keep washing the dishes." Hayley picked up the mug again and tried to concentrate of giving it a scrub as she felt her father's hands fumbling at her back, brushing against her bottom. He was pulling up her skirt until she felt the cool air on her buttocks, the skirt bunched at her waist. There was more fumbling and then she had to restrain another squeal as the familiar big hot sausage of her father's penis slid up between her thighs, coming to rest firmly trapped against her panties. "Oh no, its so swollen!" She said quietly. Her father didn't respond, instead his breathing seemed to increase dramatically. His hands started kneading her buttocks, which he had told her was good preparation for a pregnancy test, at the same time he was rocking his body against her, rubbing his penis between her firm thighs. It gave her a very strange tingling sensation as it brushed her female area. "Keep washing up." He ordered in a hoarse whisper. She obeyed immediately, dumping the mug in the rack and immersing another plate as her father squeezed her bottom. She scrubbed at it distantly as she felt his fingers move upwards and hook into the waistband of her panties, roughly yanking them down until they were halfway down her thighs. Now she could feel the air everywhere down there. She felt him get his penis tangled in the panties as she continued noisily scrubbing the already clean plate, his voice muttering as he freed the appendage. Hayley squeaked involuntarily as the hot piece of meat was suddenly back against her female area, now without the barrier of her panties. "Oh my goodness," Her father breathed. "Oh that's a good girl." Bernie looked down at the perky ass of his teenage daughter, sitting atop his rigid cock. He could feel the warmth of her skin and the lips of her virgin pussy against his straining nine inches. With glee he started sliding it back and forth again, trying not to swear with pleasure at the sensation of his little girl's labia rubbing his shaft and catching the flange of his cock's head. God, her ass was so firm his fingers barely sank into the muscle at all. Bernie glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting Freda to be standing there aghast, but the doorway was empty. She was undoubtedly immersed in her favorite book again, following the exploits of Jesus, wholly unaware her precious daughter was about to be buggered in her own kitchen. He slid his hand into the crack of Hayley's ass and rubbed the tips of his fingers against the puckered little hole of her anus, feeling her stiffen against his hand and dick. Pulling aside one of her cheeks with one hand, he pushed his index finger against the familiar tight hole, working the tip inside the warm passage. At the same time he sawed his cock against the teenage cunt, wiggling the finger even further inside his daughter. "Ooh, Daddy," She whispered, looking over her shoulder at him. "Can you tell yet? Am I okay?" "Unh, no, uh, honey," He croaked. "I'll, uh, need to put my, um, penis, in there." "Oh, okay." Bernie moved his hips back and slid his cock up his daughter's slit and up into the crack of her tight ass. The thick head of his cock rubbed her skin until it reached the hot little hole of her anus. He couldn't believe the heat of her asshole as it accepted just the very tip of his length. Jesus, he wanted to bury the whole thing in that teenage ass, but there was no way it would go in dry. What the hell was he going to use as lube? The Vaseline was in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and might as well be on the moon. He looked frantically around the room, glancing nervously at the doorway. He had to make this fast if he was going to cum in her ass and clean it up before Freda got suspicious or came to investigate. What was in the kitchen that was slippery and that he could smear on his cock? Then he saw it: the bottle of washing up detergent on the edge of the sink. "Stay right there, honey," He whispered in Hayley's ear, leaning into her to reach the bottle, his dick pushing even harder against her entrance as he did so. "Keep washing up." He lifted the bottle and looked it over, rhythmically pushing his cock against her anus in an absent-minded fashion. God, he was so horny he could basically cum just from that, but he wanted to get in her, he wanted to feel her all around him again. He tilted up the detergent and squirted a little bit of the bright yellow liquid into his palm, before setting the bottle down and moving the hand to his cock. The stuff felt strange and oily as he rubbed it against his bulging shaft, not at all like the Vaseline, yet it was certainly slippery. In no time his hand was sliding easily, little bubbles between his fingers. Hayley was still scrubbing the same plate, feeling very strange standing at the sink with her panties pulled down and her skirt up. For a second she had been sure her father was going to insert his penis into her bottom without any slippery stuff at all. The thought made her cringe. His penis always felt so big in her little bottom that she couldn't imagine it going in dry. Still, she knew she should be grateful that her father was willing to do the tests at all, especially when he was so sick. Now she felt one of her father's hands grasp one of her buttocks and pull it roughly to the side, which she had learned was the signal he was guiding his penis into her. She figured he needed to see the way into her bottom in order to get it in. Sure enough, the next thing she felt was the end of her father's penis pushing against the hole of her bottom, still shockingly large. The pressure increased, pushing her pelvis into the edge of the sink. She bit her lip as the big helmet-like end of the penis forced its way up inside her, gasping out loud as she felt its flange slip within her body. "Oooooh." She breathed, unable to stay quiet. Her father was breathing very loudly in her ear, obviously feverish. His penis was burning hot as it slowly stretched her bottom open, filling her up with its thickness, seemingly endless. The washing up liquid seemed even more slippery than the other stuff and the penis was going even deeper than she remembered, her breath catching as it finally stopped, her bottom feeling as though it had been split open. Trouser Snakes Forever "Oh, so good," Bernie groaned under his breath. "I mean, such a good girl. So-o deep." "Thankyou, oooh, Daddy." Hayley whispered back. Bernie stared at his daughter's asshole as he started to withdraw his cock, gleeful with how deep he'd managed to sink himself in her flesh. Jesus, he'd buried six inches in her sweet little behind! He gaped in glee as he saw her stretched ring give up his thick member, the skin of her hole dragging on the veiny shaft. When he'd pulled out all the way to the head he grabbed those firm cheeks in his hands and squeezed them onto his shaft, pushing himself back in, feeling the silky hot inside of her anal passage right up his straining throbbing rod. God damn it, he didn't know how long he could take this. He was losing all control, snuffling and drooling with pleasure, almost delirious with it. The tight firm teen ass, the smooth lovely skin of his daughter's butt in his hands, the thick blonde hair in his face, was just too much. A week's worth of frustration was welling up in his balls. He started humping her hard, punching his dick up into that delicious teenage body, making her give out little squeaks of surprise. He had to bite his own lips to prevent himself from howling with lust. The load was coming. He wanted to feel those gorgeous tits as he came, so he reached around her and took one of them in each hand, their firm globes filling his palms, glorious even through her school shirt and bra. He ran his hands all over them before squeezing them, delighting in how springy they were, hearing her draw in a sharp breath at his roughness. All the while he was thrusting himself into her asshole without restraint. Her passage had never felt so lubricated, it felt like he was getting more and more into her with each push. Panting, gasping and groping, Bernie looked down at the muscular teen ass that gripped his cock. At first he couldn't be sure what he was seeing, he made a strange interrogative sound in his throat. The crack of Hayley's ass was full of bubbles, so much so that he couldn't even see his cock past the cloud of suds. Holy shit, he realized, the detergent was fucking bubbling out of her ass. His daughter's anal passage was slicker than he'd ever felt on his cock, he was deeper than ever, he pushed into her again and saw that he was going seven inches into her at least. Oh God, he was going to cum really soon. His mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure, the feel of her soaped up anus overwhelming. His fingers sank into the abundant tight flesh of her chest, his hips slamming forward and driving her into the edge of the sink. He felt the head of his cock pioneering into her nubile young body, deeper and deeper until he felt her buttocks press against his thighs. Oh blessed Jesus, all of his thick nine inches was encased in hot, wet, sweet ass meat, his hands full of big teenage tits, his own daughter impaled on his shaft. He let out a bellow of pure joy, while Hayley cried out in shock as he shoved his base against her asshole. "What's going on in there?" Freda cried from the living room. Oh no! Bernie screamed in his mind, instantly panicking, Hayley stiffening in his grip. The sperm which he had been about to spurt up Hayley's ass seemed to retreat into his balls in fright. Here he was, balls-deep in his daughter's ass, grasping her tits, as he heard the sofa creak from Freda getting up. Aaaah! Frantically he released her tits and withdrew the entire length of his cock from her asshole. His erection was throbbing and red and covered with suds that slopped onto the kitchen tiles. It was so slippery that when he first grabbed it, it slipped out of fingers. Muttering obscenities he got hold of his dick and stuffed it painfully in his slacks. He grabbed Hayley's panties and hauled them up, noticing as he did how her asshole was gaping, stretched wide by his deep fucking, dribbling froth. Then he pulled up her panties, pulled down her skirt and leapt away just as Freda stepped into the doorway. "What's going on?" She demanded, staring at them. "I heard someone cry out!" "Oh, yes, that," Bernie started, his voice too loud, struggling to breath. "Yes, well, Hayley, well." "Well what, Bernard?" She asked sharply. Hayley was looking at him, her eyes big and a bit wet, still in the same bent position she had been fucked in. "Well," His mind raced. "Well, Hayley, look what you've done!" "Daddy?" She asked uncertainly. "Look at this floor," He pointed at the ground under her. "You've got soap everywhere. What a mess!" "Oh, um, Daddy, that's from-" "Go to your room!" He interrupted. "But its from your-" "Go!" He shouted, pointing at the door. "Right now missy!" Hayley burst into tears and ran out, her gait a little bit awkward. Bernie was left in the kitchen with Freda. "You're too hard with that girl, Bernard." She said angrily. "I'll go talk to her, dear." He said, passing her the dish towel. Bernie had to suppress a smile as he walked down the hallway to Hayley's room. He glanced back to check that Freda wasn't following, then stepped inside and quietly closed the door. Hayley looked up at him from the edge of the bed, her face streaked with tears. "Daddy, I-" "Its okay, honey," He said quietly. "I'm not mad at you." "Y-you're not?" "No, I'm not. I just needed to get away from your mother for a minute." "Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad y-" "Honey," He interrupted, his voice thick. "Daddy needs you to do something." Bernie pulled open his slacks, the zipper still undone, and let them fall to his ankles. His cock, still very stiff and glistening, swung out towards her. "Oh Daddy it looks bad." "Kneel down here, honey," He told her. "Daddy needs you to suck him." Hayley got down on her knees on the floor, smiling up at him, her eyes still very wet. Something about those big blue eyes shimmering up at him made Bernie's cock throb even harder. He guided his cock to those juicy pink lips, that parted to take his head into the wet heaven beyond them. "Eww," Hayley pulled back, spitting. "Ew, Daddy, it tastes all yucky." He sank his fingers into her blonde mane. "Just suck me, honey." "But it smells like my bo-" Hayley didn't finish her sentence. He pulled her head forward and thrust his cock at her open lips, cutting her off as her mouth was filled with his thick rod, its length still grimy with ass grease and detergent. He felt his daughter gagging and choking on his dick as he held her head down on it, her hands flailing in distress, forcing her to take him all the way down. The warm ring of her lips accepted him until they were in his soapy pubes, his tip bending down her spasming throat. Oh heaven, after a week of hell. Bernie expelled a giant breath, fighting to stay silent as the semen surged up his pipe and exploded. His cock was convulsing violently as he humped his teenage daughter's face, jerking off with her throat, pouring days and days of frustrated cum into her. It felt like he came for hours, spurting and spurting as she choked and struggled to swallow it all. Finally he released her, staggering backwards. Hayley pulled her face off his cock instantly, coughing and spluttering, her face full of disgust. She even wiped at her tongue with her hand, grossed out by the hideous taste of the penis. "Ewww." She moaned, tears in her eyes. "Oh, my goodness," Bernie uttered, almost losing his balance. "Oh damn." His cock was dripping on the carpet. He shoved the softening member back into his underwear and hitched up his slacks. "Are you okay, Daddy?" Hayley asked. "Yes, uh, honey," He said, nearly groaning with relief, smiling broadly. "You're such a good girl. You've saved Daddy again." She smiled at him, though her face was still screwed up from the taste of his soapy, ass-fucked cock. Jesus, just looking at her was making him twitch in his pants. "Oh, that's so good, Daddy," She said hoarsely. "Um, can I get a glass of water?" "Not right now," He said. "Just stay in your room for a little while, honey. Otherwise your mother will get suspicious." "Okay Daddy." Bernie checked his pants were all done up before carefully opening the door and stepping into the hall. Freda wasn't there and he could hear the clinking of plates from the kitchen. He walked back down the hall and found his wife at the sink, finishing the dishes. "Is Hayley alright, Bernard?" She asked as he came in. "I hope you were not too rough on her." "No, dear, she's fine." Freda turned and peered at him. "You seem much more cheerful, Bernard." "Well, uh," He tried to force the grin off his face. "Well, uh, just thinking how blessed we are, uh, to have such a lovely little girl." "Praise the Lord, Bernard," She smiled at him. "That is the nicest thing I have heard you say in a long time." "Thankyou, dear." Freda turned back to the dishes. Bernie stood there and gloried in the feeling of relief in his crotch, in his whole body. Every muscle seemed relaxed. Had it been this good for three whole weeks? "Oh, Bernard," Freda said, not looking up. "Tomorrow you have to take Hayley to see one of her teachers after school." "Oh, okay." He said, surprised. "I cannot go, Bernard, as I have Bible Group. Hayley will come home and then the two of you have to go back to the school to see Sister Marjorie." "She's not in trouble, is she?" Bernie asked, thinking, she hasn't told them about sucking and fucking me, has she? "I doubt it, Bernard. Hayley is a good girl. Can you manage taking your daughter to school, Bernard?" "I'm sure of it, dear." He answered, grinning. *** Bernie pulled up at the red light and looked out the window at the car next to him. A young couple, talking, not looking his way. Great. Not that they would see much anyway. Just him, maybe a bit red in the face, maybe his chair a little far back. "Oooh." He breathed. "Mmbmmbm." Hayley said. Bernie took his hands off the wheel and looked down at his lap, at the back of his teenage daughter's lovely blonde head. Her hair was flopping about as she bobbed her head up and down. She was crouched in the passenger seat and stretched over the gearbox, her arms folded under her. He put one of his hands on the back of her head and pushed down gently but surely, holding her down. "Ooooh." He said again. Hayley heard her father moan in fever again and wondered for the umpteenth time if he should really be driving in his condition. Even after the flood of venom she had extracted from his penis the previous night, it was now swollen to similar huge proportions, filling her mouth and throat with its sweaty thickness. Her father's hand pressed insistently on the back of her skull and she felt the rounded end of his penis moving deeper into her throat, so that she had to fight the urge to choke, her spit running messily over her stretched lips. The hand left the back of her head and began rubbing her back through her school shirt, so Hayley figured she should start sucking properly again. She thought she'd gotten quite good at getting the venom out in the past weeks. With confidence she began moving her head up and down, keeping her lips locked tightly around her father's appendage, pumping it with her mouth and sucking hard. She knew it helped if she massaged it with her tongue at the same time, rubbing the bumpy sides when it was in her throat, then lashing the dome at the top when she lifted her head up, always keeping at least the end bit in her mouth. Her father's hand moved down her back to her side, under her armpit, until it was underneath her body. The questing fingers awkwardly took hold of one of her breasts and started squeezing and pulling, kneading the springy flesh through her shirt and bra. She wasn't sure exactly how this assisted the process, just that it did, which was proven when she tasted a little of the musty venom over her tongue. Encouraged, she moved her head even faster, while her father groaned in his fever. The hand left her breast and traveled up her back to her bottom, another place where massage seemed to help her sucking power. The fingers squeezed one of her cheeks, then rubbed at the space between them through her pleated school skirt. As she concentrated on accommodating the bulky penis into her throat she noticed her father was pulling at the material of her skirt. Now the skirt was lifted over her bottom and the fingers were sliding under her panties. What was he doing now? Hayley paused at the apex of her motion and gasped wetly around the end of her dad's penis as she felt his index finger roughly hook into the hole of her bottom. It was still tender from the rough pregnancy test she received against the sink the night before, so that she gasped again when his finger was inserted even further, wiggling around. "Keep sucking it, honey," He father pleaded. "Such a good girl, yeah." She started pumping him with her mouth again, not enjoying the finger exploring her bottom. Another dribble of venom, though, so maybe it was helping. Hayley increased her pace even further, only distantly hearing a car horn honking outside. "Damn." Bernie muttered. He looked up and saw the light was green. Glanced in his rearview and saw the car sitting behind him. He put his free hand on the wheel again and accelerated through the intersection, keeping his other hand at his daughter's ass, loving the feel of his finger in her delicious asshole. God, Hayley was inhaling that dick, taking it all the way like some sort of porn starlet, his balls wet with her spit. It was great to drive and see all the people on the street while his own daughter sucked him off. He took another turn that would bring him in a circle around the school, which he had been going around and around for the past twenty minutes. It was still well before the appointed time of the meeting and he wanted to blow a load in Hayley's mouth before getting there. Then he would probably have time after the meeting to pull over somewhere and let her suck another cumshot out of his sack. Oh, life was worth living again, he thought, as the sweet teenage lips stretched down to his base again and again, slurping and licking him. Jesus, it was getting too much! Would it be dangerous to cum as hard as he wanted to, while driving? He thought it might. He clamped his self-control down on his balls, fighting against the warm bliss of Hayley's suckling, searching for somewhere to stop on this main street. There was nowhere, he was boxed in. Jesus, so good, her young mouth so hot and wet and tight on his rod. The light turned orange up ahead. Grunting with the effort of holding it in Bernie coasted the car to a stop and unclenched, feeling the orgasm building up in his scrotum, welling up the shaft. Holy shit, here it comes, he thought wildly. "Its coming, honey!" He gasped. "Its coming!" Another horn honked, closer and louder. Bernie looked up and out his window and almost shrieked in horror. A big dirty four wheel drive was stopped next to his car, the driver leering from the far side, obviously able to see that Bernie was getting a blowjob from his high vantage point. Bernie saw the guy's face, a hill-billy type with long lank hair and a face that scowled even as it grinned. "Yeah bitch!" The guy shouted, his window open. "Suck that trouser snake!" Hayley instantly looked up, releasing her father's penis to gape out the window at the man in the car next to their own. Even as she took in the man grinning at her, her father gasped and groaned, then she felt the thick wet venom shooting out of his bite, splashing her face, jets of it squirting up her cheeks and lips and all over her, so she was panting and gasping in it. "Holy shit yeah!" She heard the ugly man shouting, unable to see from the venom coating her face. She felt her father driving the car again quickly, taking several sharp turns, before he stopped and helped her get some tissues to clean herself up. *** "Okay, Hayley, perhaps I could talk to your father alone for a minute?" Sister Marjorie said sternly. "Yes, Sister." Hayley said sweetly, getting up and closing the door behind her. Bernie tried to keep his face calm as he returned the nun's tight smile. "So, Mr Holloway," She started primly. "I can assure you that we're not here because Hayley is in any trouble. I want to make that clear." "Very well." "Hayley is an exceptional student. She's quite the star of the school, actually. Everyone loves your daughter." "I love her a lot myself." "The problem, Mr Holloway, is not her character," The nun continued. "She is a lovely girl. Unfortunately, she is not doing so well with her grades." "I see." "We teach a very traditional education here, Mr Holloway. Many parents choose Mrs Strictland's College for that very reason." "Yes, yes," Bernie said. "It was why my wife chose it. My wife and I, I should say." "Yes," The nun seemed encouraged. "Well, God chooses us all for different reasons, Mr Holloway, I honestly believe that. Hayley has many qualities that will ensure she is loved, as you yourself love her." I bet, Bernie thought. His cock still felt moist in his pants. "But I'm afraid Hayley is not doing so well in her exams. I want to try and help Hayley by thinking about her education differently from other girls." "How so?" He asked, wondering if there was a wet patch on his crotch. Would he have to get up soon? "I think book learning and examinations are not what Hayley responds best to. She is a physical girl, good at physical tasks. Have you noticed how physical your daughter is, Mr Holloway?" "Yes," He said. "Yes I have." "She's a very physical young lady. I think examinations are causing her a lot of stress. I think it is manifesting itself physically." "How so?" "Hayley has been having little pains a lot lately, Mr Holloway. Nothing serious, but she seems to be suffering tension in her lower back muscles. A few times in the past weeks she has seemed a little sore when sitting down." "I see." "She has also been having some tightness in he neck, and some sore throats." "I see. What, uh, what do you think is, uh, causing it?" "Well," The nun clapped her hands. "I think it is stress. Simply stress. Your daughter is having to take in some big loads. Swallow some big mouthfuls. Open herself up to some forceful expectations. Do you understand?" "Um... no?" "Tests, Mr Holloway. The end of school. The start of life. Examinations." "Ah, yes. Of course." He gabbled, feeling himself sweating now. "Hayley is a strong girl. She needs some strong love. Tough, deep, strong love." "Excuse me?" "Physical, Mr Holloway. She's physical." "I'm afraid I don't follow you." The nun smiled, in a very condescending way. Bernie felt himself sweating even more freely. "Hayley needs practical education. She needs to experience life and learn in a practical environment, not just from books. I think she can succeed in real life where she may not succeed in exams. In short, she needs a job, Mr Holloway." "A job?" "Yes, you need to put her to work. It doesn't need to be paid. Just a practical job in the real world." "Well, um, well," Bernie said, his breath returning. "Yes, well, what did you have in mind?" "Is there any chance she could work with you, Mr Holloway? What do you do?" "I'm in advertising," He answered. "With Corby & Dean." "So, an office environment?" He nodded. "Excellent. Is there any chance you could take on Hayley, even for a few days, unpaid? Say, have her as a secretary, or a personal assistant?" Bernie goggled at the nun, his mouth opened to speak, but only a little hiss escaped him. "Mr Holloway?" She asked, frowning. "Yes? Um, yes. Yes of course. I'm sure no-one would mind. Yes. So, um, I'd have Hayley. In my office. All day. Me and her, in the office, all day. Yes." Trouser Snakes Forever "Yes, that's the idea, Mr Holloway," Sister Marjorie said. "You can put Hayley to work properly. Really give her a taste. Really let her get her head down and get on with it. Show her all the great things she can do. All the good positions she could get into. Let her take it all right in. Give her some of that deep, deep love we were talking about." The nun peered at him. "Mr Holloway? Sir? Are you all right?" *** "Okay, now get me the file, okay?" Bernie said to his daughter. He was sitting at his desk and she was standing next to the filing cabinet across the room. Bernie felt rather strange. For one, he had never had Hayley in his office. For another, he had dressed Hayley in what he had convinced her was the style for female office workers. He figured it would not look out of place on the sluttiest woman in the company. Hayley's tight body was packaged into a slightly transparent white business shirt and a black skirt that barely covered her ass and displayed her muscular thighs. The hot pink bra was clearly visible through her shirt. He watched as she bent over to the bottom drawer, the skirt riding higher up her firm ass cheeks, until he could see the hot pink panties clinging to her. He rubbed his cock through his pants. God, the week since cumming all over her face in the car and the interview with the nun had been spent in total anticipation of this day. His boss had been surprisingly accepting of the idea of having Hayley work there as a volunteer to get some experience. "We're all about family here, Bern," Todd had said. "Bring her on in." "Thanks, Todd," Bernie had said graciously. "I appreciate it." "That's all right, Bern. I reckon you'll need all the help you can get at the moment." "How so?" "Haven't you heard? Apparently Roy's close to getting the Fountain account?" "What?" Bernie snapped. He himself had been working on getting the Fountain account for ages, ingratiating himself with their CEO Lionel Pullman, the creepy old coot. "Yes indeed, Bern my man," Todd went on, his smirk growing. "Seems old Roy took Pullmanski on a big boy's night out. Best buds, now those two. Bam!" Todd aimed two pistol fingers at Bernie, his brilliant white teeth showing. Todd had a habit of punctuating his points with sounds from comic books. Bernie tried to keep his despair off his face. "Well, it is my account, Todd." "I think you meant 'was', Bern," His manager answered smugly. "If Roy-o's sealing the deal, then its his seal. Pow! Know what I mean?" "Sure," Bernie had said. "Sure thing." Christ, now it was two days later and he was no closer to a solution. He was pretty sure that if Roy pulled the Fountain account from under him, his position in the company would be left a bit shaky. He didn't really fit in with all these young go-getters as it was. He let his mind wander off the problem and back to the lovely sight of his daughter's ass, bent over and delicious. He rubbed his cock some more, even though he wasn't hard. That morning they had left the house early, telling Freda that he wanted to make sure that Hayley had enough time to get accustomed to her new job. In actuality, he had parked in an alleyway and convinced their daughter she needed to change out of the very conservative business clothes her mother had bought her and put on the 'better' outfit he had purchased. As soon as she was naked in the car he had pulled out his stiffening cock. "So sorry, honey, but Daddy needs your help." So that morning in the deserted alleyway behind the Chinese restaurant, his naked teenage daughter had given him an energetic blowjob, his hands running all over her smooth bare skin, her lean young muscles, squeezing her tits and rubbing the lips of her virgin slit. He had ended up with two fingers wedged in her anus, the other hand holding down her blonde head as she gagged on his squirting meat, sucking down the copious load of sperm. When she had drunk it all she straightened up and told him that she thanked Jesus she was there to help him. Her lips were smeared with cum and spit, his fingers still up her ass so far that it took some effort to get them out. Then he'd got her dressed up like the office slut and they'd driven to work. Hayley was thinking about much the same things as she rummaged in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. She hadn't had an opportunity to get a drink of water this morning and she didn't want to ask, afraid it would seem like slacking off. The taste of the venom was still very strong in her mouth, in fact she felt like she could smell it on her own breath. She ran her tongue around her teeth, remembering again the warm slimy feeling of the trouser snake venom gushing from the swollen penis. How much of the stuff had she swallowed in the last month? Litres? She straightened up, feeling the teensy skirt sliding down again to just under her buttocks, feeling the tightness of the skirt and the new shirt. The shirt was so tight that it showed her body in perfect definition, she had never worn a shirt so small before. But her father had said it was what she should wear in an office and she was here to learn. "I can't find it, Daddy." "Now, Hayley, what should you have called me?" "Sorry, um," She almost did it again. "Sorry, My Holloway." "That's better. Now don't worry about the file right now. Come sit here for a minute." Her father patted his knee, pushing his chair away from the desk. Hayley walked over, difficult in the tall heels her father was making her wear, then sat herself carefully down on his lap, pressed against his big stomach. The skirt was so short she could feel the material of his pants on her bottom. Her father put one arm around her waist and the other hand on her chest, firmly holding one of her breasts. This was how they often sat together in the weeks her mother was away, her father telling her there was nothing strange about it, just that he liked to have her close and feel her heartbeat, which was sweet. "Now, while you're in the office, I'm going to need you to do some work for me, okay, honey?" "Yes, Da-, I mean, Mr Holloway." "That's a good girl," He smiled, squeezing her breast a little. "Now in a minute, I'm going to get you to suck my penis, ok?" "Oh!" She said, startled. "Already?" "Yes, honey." "But I just sucked it out this morning." "I know," He said, frowning. "Don't you want to be a good secretary, honey?" "Yes, Daddy, of course I do." "Mr Holloway," He corrected. "A good secretary would be willing to suck her manager's penis, Hayley. You're here to help your manager, okay? That's me." "Yes, Mr Holloway." She said carefully, wanting to get it right. "There, that's my good girl," He said, rubbing his hands back and forth between her breasts. "So, first things first, I want you to see if you can fit under my desk." "Da-, I mean, sorry?" She asked, her pretty eyebrows raised. He waved at the space under the big desk. "Just scoot down there, honey. Kneel down there and face me. That's it." Hayley felt very strange under the desk, looking up at her father's smiling face, smelling the wood of the desk and her father's shoe polish. The carpet was surprisingly soft on her knees. "Now here you go," He was holding something out to her. "Take this." "Its an iPod." She said, turning it over. "Yes, honey," He said. "I heard that listening to music will improve your sucking ability. Now when I tell you to, put the headphones in and start sucking. Don't stop until I give you the signal. I'll tap you on the head, three times." "Oh," She said, bewildered. "Okay." "Good girl." He said gently. Hayley looked up at him while he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. She was surprised to see that it wasn't swollen at all, just hanging limply. The end still looked wet from when she'd sucked it earlier. "Its not even swollen, though." She complained. "Its about to get swollen, honey," He said. "Now put the headphones on and get started." Hayley put the headphones in her ears, surprised by the loud classical music already playing. It really was very loud, so that when her father said something, she couldn't hear him. Before she could take them out he scooted the chair forward and waved the drooping penis at her. In the gloom under the desk Hayley took hold of the appendage and started slurping it into her mouth, amazed as it began getting swollen. She should have known better than to doubt her own father! "Oh yeah, suck my cock." Bernie groaned, confident she couldn't hear him. His crazy, dangerous plan was one step closer to completion. He laughed aloud as he felt himself stiffening up in her mouth. Jesus, he hadn't done any work yet today, hadn't even looked in his in-tray. If he had, he would have seen a memo on the top of the pile. It said 'Candee Cameron, discipline meeting, this morning'. *** Wherever Candee Cameron went in the building, heads turned. Women frowned, men raised their eyebrows. She was the infamous celebrity of the firm, the veteran of many disciplinary meetings, always in trouble but never fired, always the subject of whispered gossip and outrageous conjecture. Well, not that outrageous, she would have said. Candee wasn't very tall and she wasn't very thin, either. Her waist kind of cinched in and became very briefly narrow, between the astounding curves of her hips and the jiggling swell of her full breasts. She had a tendency to wear outfits that made the most of this figure, like the tight black dress she was wearing as she sashayed through the Accounts Department. Her hair was a lovely spill of dark red, her skin fair and flawless, her lips and long fingernails red also, as were her stiletto heels. Candee strutted up to one particular desk outside a closed office door and looked down haughtily on the dumpy woman seated behind it. Fuck, she thought, they let all sorts of freaks work in here. When the fat bitch didn't notice her, Candee drummed her nails on the desk loudly. "Oh, hello," The lard tub smiled at her. "Sorry, didn't see you there." "Yeah, sure," Candee snapped. "Look, I've gotta see Holloway." "Oh, do you have an appointment?" "I just got told to come up here and see him, alright?" The woman looked taken aback by her tone. I'll show you bitch, Candee thought. "Well, I'm afraid he's busy right now," The fatty said, her smile gone. "He's showing around a new assistant." "Well, I've got to see him. Now." "Can I get him to call you when its convenient? Excuse me, I said he's busy!" "Its alright, okay?" Candee snapped, already shoving open the office door. Holloway started and looked up from behind his desk, his fat face already grossing Candee out. Jesus, they should call it the Fat Department, she thought. "Oh, well, yes," Holloway babbled, his face red. "What can I do, uh, for you?" Candee strode in and flicked the door shut behind her, ignoring the bleating of the frumpy thing outside. She saw that she was going to get the upper hand easily. Holloway was already running his eyes over her curves, already looking sweaty and red-faced. Fucking hell, she thought, he already looks like he's getting fucked. She pulled a chair over and sat across from him, crossing her legs provocatively, smiling when he looked down there. "So, uh," He swallowed. "What, uh, can I do for you, Candee?" She stared at him for a minute. "I just got told to come up and see you." "Well, uh, what was it, ungh," His eyes closed for a second. "What's it about?" Shit, what's wrong with this guy, she thought. "Well, I think Mr Corby wants you to tell me I've been bad." She said in her cutesy little girl voice. "Oh, um," The fat guy stammered. "Well, why is that?" She huffed impatiently. "Look, let's cut to the chase, huh? What's it gonna be this time?" "What do you mean?" He gabbled. "Shit," She said, glaring. "Every time I get in the shit, I get sent to one of you guys. There's only so many times I can go through the crap before it gets boring, y'know? So how about you just tell me what you want and we'll call it a day?" "What do you mean?" He repeated stupidly, his jowls all sweaty. "Look, I'll suck your dick, okay?" Holloway goggled at her, eyes bugging out of his red face. "Can I keep my job if I do that?" "Um, hmm, well, Candee," He managed, closing his eyes briefly again. "Candee, I think, uh, we should keep this professional, okay?" "Are you serious?" She scoffed. "What's your problem, huh?" "Well, uh, Candee-" "Are you gay?" She interrupted. "No!" He blustered. "No, I, uh, just think that, ah, we, oooh." He trailed off, his eyes becoming strangely unfocussed. This guy was really weirding Candee out. She'd never seen a dude who looked more turned on, all red and sweaty, his eyes all over her tits and legs. Yet here he was turning her down! No-one had ever turned Candee down before. Jesus, she thought, I got this job by sucking off the interviewer. She remembered the nervous young guy who'd interviewed her, how she'd had to suck his dick for ages to get it hard, then he'd cum almost straight away. Since then she'd become infamous for her talents. The last time she'd got in trouble, that bastard McGruder had his cock out before she'd even walked into his office. "Look, Mr Holloway," She said, deciding to try a different tack. "I don't want to you to be mad at me. I'm sure you don't want to have to tell me off. So how 'bout I just do something for you, huh? Just a little favour, huh? Wouldn't you like that?" "Look, uh, Candee," He said stiffly. "I'm, uh, married." Now she was on familiar ground. "That's okay. That's just fine. No strings attached, huh? Just a little favour between friends, right? He was staring at her with a bizarre look on his face, halfway between happiness and despair. Candee really wished he'd just get his dick out and get it over with. She wasn't used to having to convince guys about it. She pursed her full lips, trying to think. "You like my body, huh, Mr Holloway?" She asked with a honeyed voice. "I see you looking at my tits. You like my tits, huh?" He opened his mouth but only a low moan came out, his bug-eyes riveted to her chest. Candee was used to this kind of reaction and took it as a good sign. She reached up slowly and took hold of her breasts, one in each hand, jutting them out at him and squeezing them. "Yeah, you like these tits?" She purred, starting to enjoy herself. "Yeah, you like big tits, don't you? I bet your wife's tits aren't as big as these, are they? Huh?" He didn't respond, just stared at her kneading hands, his mouth hanging slackly open. She could see his gross brown teeth. Jeez, this guy was really something. Candee figured his wife must be a total hag. Poor guy, probably hasn't had any action in years. I'm just too much for him, that's all. She stood up slowly, smiling now that she felt good about herself. I'll blow his mind, she thought. She watched as his eyes ran all over her lovely curves. She turned and pointed her big ass out at him, loving it as his eyes immediately zeroed in on it. Yeah, she going to get what she wanted, all right. "You like my ass, huh?" She slapped herself on the buttock hard. "Yeah, you an ass man, Mr Holloway? I bet you are, yeah." She slapped herself again and he let out another moan. The sweat was really running down his face now. She hoped she wasn't going to kill him. Candee turned and swayed her hips over to the desk, putting on her sexy half smile as she leaned forward across the desktop, letting him look at her bountiful cleavage. "Yeah, I bet I can suck that dick now, huh?" She purred. "I bet its all nice and hard for me, huh?" Amazingly, the fat bastard shook his head. Ok, she thought, don't get pissed off. "What if I take these babies out, huh?" She straightened up and slipped her dress off her shoulders, lifting it over her big tits, showing off her lacy black bra. She looked down at them, proud of how good they looked spilling over the top of the fancy lingerie. She slipped the bra off her shoulders as well, making herself giggle for him, watching his eyes explore her bared chest. "Yeah, you like these titties?" She started squeezing her bare tits, enjoying herself again. "Are they bigger than your wife's tits?" He didn't answer, only stared with his mouth agape. Candee stopped herself from huffing in annoyance. Instead she kept smiling and leaned over the desk again, swaying her body to swing her tits around, half-climbing on top of the desk. "Why don't you touch them, huh?" She asked softly. "Go on, touch my tits. I bet you've never held a 36 G before, baby." She smiled as his hands came up off the desk and she felt his fingers close over her breasts. She was way more than a handful and he started rubbing his hands over her, breathing heavily, staring at her tits. His hands were kind of clammy and gross, but at least he was getting involved. She hissed as he pinched her nipples sharply. "Careful," She said. "How about I suck that dick now, baby? You wanna put that dick right in my dirty mouth, don't you, huh?" Holloway's hands squeezed her breasts even harder. She almost swore out loud when the fat fuck shook his head again, even as he groped away like mad. What was it going to take? Candee grabbed his right wrist and pulled the hand up to her mouth. Holloway was staring at her lips, his own mouth open, a little bit of drool running out. His other hand was gripping the flesh of her tit tightly, almost painfully. She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers, making him moan loudly. Smiling, she fitted two of his fingers into her open mouth and closed her thick lips on them. He moaned again, trembling in his chair as she started sucking them, pushing them right back into her throat and back. "Hmm yeah," She said, his fingertips still inside her mouth. "Yeah, I'll suck your dick like this, baby." She watched his red face as she sucked the fat fingers back into her mouth, wishing she could pull her tit free of his pinching hand, grossed out by the slimy taste of him. God, what was his cock going to taste like? And why was he shaking so much? She thought as his fingers slid into her throat again. "Oh fuck!" Holloway gasped, surprising her. "Oh my God!" Candee stared, his fingers forgotten in her mouth, as Holloway went into spasms in his chair, crushing her tit, groaning loudly. Then he slumped, his hand falling from her chest. Candee pulled the yucky hand out of her face. "Jesus, did you just cum?" She asked, incredulous. Holloway just lay there in his chair, a crazy smile on his face. He didn't seem to care about her being there at all. Candee straightened up, feeling very odd. "Holy shit, I can't believe you just cum," She said angrily, pulling her bra back up over her tits. "You didn't even get it out." "Ooooh, yeah." Holloway moaned, staring down at his crotch under the desk. "What the fuck?" Candee cried, totally disturbed by this guy. Not only had he cum in his pants, he was now ignoring her and staring at his own lap, where she figured there must be a wet patch now. She pulled her dress back up onto her shoulders and stormed out, slamming the door behind her, ignoring the smirk of the fat bitch outside. Bernie leant back in his chair and smiled down at his daughter, her bright blue eyes smiling up at him as she sucked his softening cock. God, he thought, what the hell just happened? Was the famous Candee Cameron just in here, huge tits in his hands, sucking his fingers? It had been too sweet to feel those things whilst also being in his daughter's mouth. For her part, Hayley had been totally oblivious to Candee's presence, sucking his cock beautifully, swallowing his hot spurting cum easily. Even now she was obeying orders, waiting for his signal to stop, still sucking away like a trooper.