Absolutely no interruption whatsoever, aside from my ragged groaning and grunting whenever I blow a nut or two down my daughter's gullet.

Oh. That is not to mention her forced gagging and desperate gulping as she tries to swallow everything that I feed her.

And I feed her quite a bit.

Alright. A lot!

But who is counting, huh?

Certainly not me.

In order to kill the boredom, I challenge myself to beat my very own score on the way home. The score being the number of times that I had dumped my baby batter into my baby girl on the way to the p.o.r.n shop, which situated on the outskirt of town.

I think it was about 6 times in total.

Luckily, I manage to beat it by 2.

Unholy f.u.c.k! I can c.u.m more than a dozen times in about 3 hours!? Seriously!?

That is just not humanely possible. I mean humanly possible.

But it is totally ghostly possible because I just did it. Hah!

I still have a lot in me to give her. Seriously.

Oh. I am going to c.u.m again. Ah! Ugh!

Please stand by…

Please stand by for a little bit longer…

Just a little bit longer…

Ahem.

My daughter and I eventually get into the house and find our ways to the kitchen to sit down and have a rest.

Me, my c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. Mary, her jaw, mouth and throat.

It has been quite a long eventful afternoon.

And while I did brought dinner for the both of us since it is quite late to start making any dinner, I don't think my daughter is that hungry.

In fact, she is quite full. Full of my milk that is. Hah!

Honestly, Mary has been eating constantly since I had picked her up from school. Such a glutton. Good thing that she is my only child. I will be a husk by the time I get home otherwise.

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

My daughter still joins me for dinner, however, giving me this awesome view while I gobble up all the foods in order to produce more creamy milk for her.

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'My stomach is so full. I really hope dad is okay. He can… c.u.m… a lot. I think that is the word he keeps using whenever the venom gushes out from his p.e.n.i.s.'

The thought bubble hovers above her head informs me.

Cute. That is so d.a.m.n cute.

I swear I could blow a load or two by just knowing exactly what my daughter is thinking about.

In fact, I am f.u.c.king hard again. I am always hard.

That is my thing, being a Primordial Champion of l.u.s.t.

Actually, it is not because of that. It has more to do with who I am before the Great Maker found me, and then basically give me a choice of becoming a champion or cease to exist.

I am a f.u.c.king ghostly pervert and I am f.u.c.king proud of it.

Hah!

Honestly, being empowered by the Great Maker just allows me to c.u.m gallons without requiring rest, which reminds me, I need to drink a lot of fluids or I will die of dehydrations.

Is it too crazy to drink out my daughter's p.u.s.s.y?

No? Alright. Add that to my list of deviant things to do.

There is quite a lot on there already. Some of them are NSFL – not safe for life. Heh.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Daddy will help you get rid of your tighta.s.s problem soon. If you aren't hungry, please go and get clean. I will clean up down here. I mean clean the kitchen."

I a.s.sure my daughter when she is pondering about going to h.e.l.l. My b.i.t.c.h of a wife really put the fear of h.e.l.l into her mind. The school also helps.

And thanks to that, I am benefiting greatly.

"Thank you, daddy."

My daughter responses before taking her bag and head upstairs.

I watch her go with a bright smile. I honestly want to join her in the steamy shower like in the morning, but she wouldn't be able to get any cleaning done.

"Oh, by the way, sweetie. You don't need to wear anything after you finish taking a shower. I will just get in the way when I help you get rid of your tighta.s.s."

I call out from the kitchen table. My daughter is already out of view by then.

"O-okay, daddy."

Mary responses after a moment as I smile. That was easy.

Now, I just need to get her to wear practically string whenever she is at home with me. It would allow me to f.u.c.k my daughter whenever I want. Just imagine that. Hah!

I chuckle to myself before checking some of the stuff that I have brought from the shop.

All of them will be put to good use. Most of them right now. I think I will give her the costume tonight or maybe tomorrow morning. It all depends on how things go, really.

"Daddy? W-why are you also naked?"

My beautiful daughter utters once she returns to the kitchen about half an hour later, stark naked like I have asked of her.

Both of her hands cover her huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s and private area. And they only done so mostly out of instinct and reflex.

Instantly, my eyes scan her up and down as I sit b.u.t.t naked on the kitchen chair. My clothes are thrown all over the floor like 15 minutes ago, when I finish eating and setting up all the necessary tools. Those tools are sitting on the table.

My c.o.c.k also likes to see her. It is bobbing up and down rather excitedly.

Now that I am full of c.u.m, I need to let it all out. Hah!

"Ah. I need to be naked to help you, sweetie. Did you forget that I have to stick my c.o.c.k into your b.u.m to help you with the tighta.s.s problem you have? I can further inside without wearing any clothes."

I point out while laughing.

"No, daddy. I just thought that. No, it's nothing."

My daughter response. Her eyes are staring at my c.o.c.k.

'It is so swollen again. I think I have to suck out the venom, but didn't daddy say he needs to put it into my b.u.m to help me with my tighta.s.s?'

"Now. Now, sweetie. Daddy is here, so there is no need for you to think about anything. Just do what I tell you and everything will be fine. I understand that you are worry about the venom, but it is needed to go deep into your a.s.s, and if there is any left still in me afterwards, I will let you suck it all out. Okay, sweetie?"

I a.s.sure my daughter with a smile. Did I just tell her to suck my c.o.c.k after I pound her a.s.s? Totally. An a.s.s-to-mouth is on my list of things to do.

"O-okay, daddy. I will do whatever you want."

My daughter responses.

"Good. Come and stand here, so I can have a good look at my beautiful daughter. Please remove your hands since you don't need to cover anything from me."

I tell her.

Mary giggles brightly. She then stands before me, making herself leave her body uncovered.

I look her over as my c.o.c.k thickens. This is just too awesome. Just too awesome.

"Alright, sweetie. I will start checking."

I get off the seat and take one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s into my hands and kneed them softly, earning a surprise yelp. Her eyes go wide as I duck my head and start sucking on one of her nipples, rubbing it along my tongue.

"What are you doing, daddy?"

My daughter gasps as she feels a weird sensation surging throughout her body.

"Be quiet, sweetie. I have to check you over first."

I response while squeezing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s harder. I then move my mouth to the other nipple, sucking that one the same way as the first. My daughter tries not to let any sounds out of her throat as I practically a.s.sault her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for the longest time.

Her face is blushed with red when I finally finish having my fun. It is quite fun, to be honest, and I think the only way to top this whole breast thing is if she is lactating, allowing me to drink some t.i.tty milks.

Shall I put a baby into her?

Thinking about that my c.o.c.k harder. It is swaying out in front of me like a kid in a playground.

"Alright, sweetie. Before I can push my c.o.c.k into your a.s.s to spread it open, you will need to suck the venom to the surface first."

I tell my daughter.

"Okay, daddy."

Despite having a sore jaw from all the face pounding in the car for 3 hours, my daughter immediately gets down in front of me and start sucking my c.o.c.k again.

I didn't bother to move my hips at all when she did. I just let her slides her mouth up and down on it, taking it deeper and deeper into the back of her mouth.

Without me helping, my daughter is now able of getting her lovely face right down into my pubic hair, showing me how much she has grown as my c.o.c.ksucker in the past few days. Hah!

I chuckle inwardly as I look down at my daughter squatting there on the kitchen floor and sucking my c.o.c.k with absolutely earnest. She even gags and chokes on it simply because I like to hear her squirm.

"I think I just taste some venom, daddy. Can you put it in me now?"

My daughter speaks up after about five minutes of deepthroating or so. She is licking her wet pink lips while her innocent eyes look up at me.

My c.o.c.k is right in her face, drooling with prec.u.m.

"Ah. Yes, sweetie. Right."

I response, completely losing myself into the b.l.o.w.j.o.b. It just feels so f.u.c.king awesome.

"Ahem. You can stand up now and come over here. That it. Bend over a bit and put your hands on the table. Good. Scoot your b.u.t.t out a bit."

I direct my daughter to bend over right in front of me. Her hands press onto the kitchen table with her lovely b.u.t.tocks facing me. The pink slit of her p.u.s.s.y spread as she spread her long muscular legs.

Unholy f.u.c.k! Is this really happening!?

I mean wow. f.u.c.king wow.

I swear I could just deflower my daughter right here with some make up bulls.h.i.+ts and there is nothing she could do but to take my meat.

But I didn't want her to scream in pain. It would be quite painful since I am huge.

"Like this, daddy?"

My daughter questions as she c.o.c.ks her head around to see me staring at her p.u.s.s.y. She wonders why I am staring at it so much since it isn't that interesting.

"Yes, sweetie. Stay like that."

I tell my daughter before picking up the jar of lube off the table. I unscrew the lid and then slather the cold liquids all over my p.e.n.i.s.

'What is daddy doing? What are these things on the table? Why are those b.a.l.l.s connect together with string? Is that a handcuff?'

My daughter ponders, as she stands there with her leg spreads, reading to take me up her a.s.s. I swear if anyone saw, they would immediately call the cop.

"Pay attention, sweetie. And don't worry about those things on the table. They are there to help you get rid of your tighta.s.s."

I move behind my daughter.

My hand grabs hold of her lovely b.u.t.tock, squeezing it delightfully. My slick c.o.c.k is in my other hand, as the mushroom head is right outside her p.u.s.s.y, touching her pink slit.

They are as pink as her lips, and as beautiful as she is.

And my c.o.c.k refuses to part ways, but it must for now.

"Alright. I will start checking the tightness of your a.s.s now, sweetie. It will hurt, so please try and hold on as I put my c.o.c.k into your a.s.s. We cannot stop until I finish checking it fully. Repeat to me if you understand, sweetie."

I tell my daughter as I move my c.o.c.khead carefully from her p.u.s.s.y lips and placing it against her a.n.u.s, her completely clean a.n.u.s.

"Okay, daddy. Umm. Please put your c.o.c.k into my a.s.s."

I certainly. Yes. I certainly will.