Ghost Of Culture 26 The Sinful Tightass Syndrome

Jesus f.u.c.king Christ.

My daughter doesn't even know what a tighta.s.s is, especially when she is one herself.

Yes, I am more than certain that her a.s.shole is very tight. So very tight.

But it is expected that she doesn't know, considering that she is very sheltered at home by her mother, and her school isn't really teaching her about the finer things in life.

Therefore, it is entirely up to me, her daddy, to teach her all of these things.

I can certainly do that.

It is what I have been doing for the past few days anyway, and the rewards are just awesome.

Still, it is just a bit unexpected since I was thinking about how to pound her lovely bottom without her running off to tell her mother all about what a naughty daddy I have been. Hah!

But I suppose this is a gift from G.o.d.

I mean the Great Maker.

Erosire is my G.o.d now.

My one and only G.o.d. Amen.

"Daddy will tell you, sweetie."

I begin, attempting to activate my special ability, Parental Guidance. It has served me well before, and it will serve me again this time.

However, the System rings out in my head.

[You have insufficient SP to activate this ability.]

What? Ah f.u.c.k! I remember now. f.u.c.k!

Why the f.u.c.k did I spend my only SP on a stupid answer, thinking it is worthless?

Even a single point is not worthless! Never worthless! It can activate this G.o.dlike ability of mine, letting me wreck my daughter's a.s.s like there is no tomorrow.

No. G.o.dd.a.m.n. I am so shortsighted!

"Daddy?"

Mary questions since I stop talking abruptly to kick myself internally. Regardless of whether the ability is activated or not, my daughter is paying me her undivided attention.

She is very curious to what a tighta.s.s is, as hinted by the thought bubble hovering above her head.

I clear my throat and try to think of a plausible answer right away. It is the most effective right now as she will believe anything. But I just hope whatever bulls.h.i.+t I can come up with myself isn't going to be the end of me.

I mean Richard. The end of the Richard. I am only taking out his meat for a ride.

But getting him arrested would ruin my fun too, so I should put some brain cells onto this matter. If I can make sure that my gullible daughter doesn't blab to others, I should be safe.

How do I do that? Oh wait. She is a religious nut just like her mother. Her bedtime story is the f.u.c.king Bible.

That makes things easier.

"It is unspeakable, sweetie, but as your father, I must tell you all about it. G.o.d would want me to. Just promise me that you mustn't talk about it to other without my say so. Not to your mother. Not to any of your friends. Not to anyone. Do you understand?"

I warn my daughter, making her nods repeatedly.

She totally understands, taking this very seriously. It is evident from her thought bubbles.

That is good.

The ability to read someone's thought have served me greatly.

And it doesn't even require any SP to activate, unlike Parental Guidance.

How awesome is that!?

I really need to get more of these Talents. They seem to be way more useful and overpower than just plain old Abilities.

"Alright, sweetie. Listen carefully since I will only tell you once and once only. Tighta.s.s is actually a sign of a sin. Those who are afflicted with the syndrome will be casted into h.e.l.l the moment they die. There will be no salvation for those who have tighta.s.s, regardless of whatever good they did in life."

I speak up grimily. I am actually mimicking my b.i.t.c.h of a wife since she can be so dramatic sometimes, especially when she is teaching our daughter about G.o.d.

It is more to less to drive the fear of the Almighty into our teenage daughter, thus preventing her from committing sins and straying away from G.o.d.

But honestly, b.i.t.c.h spends years to mold our daughter into a perfect fanatic, and it only takes me like a day to turn her into a c.o.c.ksucker.

I guess my teaching is way more effective. I don't really need to drive the fear of the Almighty into my daughter. I only need to drive my c.o.c.k into her a.s.s and make she scream my name.

Hah!

Yeah. My daughter is definitely going to straight to h.e.l.l with her daddy. At least she will be going there together. It will be way more fun. Her a.s.s will be loosened too.

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

Hearing my explanation, her beautiful blue eyes widen as a plethora of questions immediately enter her mind. She really fears h.e.l.l thanks to her school.

It is always eternal d.a.m.nation this and eternal d.a.m.nation that. Why can't it be f.u.c.k this and f.u.c.k that?

"Oh no, daddy. That boy I kick calls me a tighta.s.s. Am I? Am I going to h.e.l.l, daddy? I don't want to go to h.e.l.l."

My daughter calls out, frightfully. I think she is on the verge of tears out of sheer fear.

It is so easy, so very easy. If every girl is like this, the world would be a much better place.

Honestly, there might not even be any s.e.x crimes since it is not really a crime if they are willing.

What? It is still a crime if it committed under false pretense?

I see. Alright. I will let the court decide that, right after I possess the Judge and all the Jurors. I am sure Justice cannot see me, even without her blindfold. Hah!

"What!?"

I bellow, faking my shock and surprise. I even step on the brake to make the car come to a halt. Good thing that there is no care behind me since I didn't really check. Oops. A traffic accident would be the last thing I want.

My daughter nods slowly.

A yelp escapes her throat when I step on the accelerator and sharply turn to the side lane. It is to park the car.

"We must check, sweetie. There is no time. Remove your seatbelt and get on the seat right now. Stick your a.s.s, I mean your bottom to me. Hurry. Hurry."

I call out and unbuckle my seatbelt. The driver seat is also moved back to give me some room.

My daughter is too shocked to even utter a word. However, due to my shouting and serious expression on my face, she quickly did what I have asked.

Her knees are on the seat as her b.u.t.tock sticks towards me, inviting me to stick my face right between her b.u.t.tocks and snort up whatever crack I can find there.
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I am not deviant enough to eat my own c.u.m, but I am deviant enough sniff my daughter's a.s.s.

At least her a.s.s is pretty clean. It is cleaner than mine.

Heh.

I didn't do that though because it is a serious situation. My hands immediately palm her delicious a.s.s, fondling them and giving each round b.u.t.tock repeatedly squeezes. They are quite nice and firm.

"Daddy? Do I have a tighta.s.s?"

My daughter questions, nearly making me bleed.

It is amazing that my bulls.h.i.+t leads to this situation.

My Luck must be over 9000!

I have half a mind to tell my daughter yes, so I can go straight home and loosen it for her with my hard c.o.c.k, but I want to f.u.c.k around a bit more.

"I can't tell, sweetie. Your panty in the way. Can you pull them down for me since my hands are busy spreading your b.u.t.tocks?"

I request. That actually makes no sense since if my hands are fondling her bottom, how is she going to strip her panty for me without making me remove my hands?

"Are you sure, daddy. Mummy said to never let strangers see my female area."

My daughter asks.

Oh. It seems that b.i.t.c.h did teach her something after all. Good thing I has a counter.

"I am not a stranger, sweetie. I am your daddy. And it will be since I did see you naked in the bathroom this morning, don't you remember?"

I question.

Alright. My daughter didn't question about the hands part.

I should have expected that since her Intelligence is sitting nicely at 4. It isn't that bad, but it isn't that good either. In fact, she might be pretty dumb. Should I go and test her IQ?

"O-okay, daddy."

My daughter response with some hesitation.

Her hands go to her waist and her fingers curl into her panty on each side. I remove my hands, allowing her to strip right in front of me, even spreading her legs to do so.

She didn't take it fully off, however.

Nevertheless, I practically drool.

While I have seen a.s.s and p.u.s.s.y in the bathroom, I have never seen them this close.

My hands immediately attack her bare b.u.t.tocks, feeling the firmness and softness upon my palm while taking the longest time to spread them.

I am actually examining her pink nether lips while licking my own lips. Would it be too much for me to go all precious on it?

"Daddy?"

My daughter calls me since I must have become mesmerized.

I shake my head and spread her b.u.t.tocks to see her pucker hole. Unlike her p.u.s.s.y, it is a nice shade of brown. Without further ado, I penetrate her a.s.s with my thumb, forcing her to yelp out in surprise.

"What are you doing, daddy!?"

My daughter calls out and squirms her a.s.s.

My other free hands grabs hold of her by her a.s.s cheek and holds her in place.

"Stay still, sweetie. Daddy is check if your a.s.s is tight or not, so don't move no matter what."

I a.s.sure before using the remaining finger to rub her nether lips, spreading them and penetrate them gently. Since no one have played with her c.u.n.t before, not even herself, it didn't take very long for her to practically o.r.g.a.s.m all over my fingers.

"I'm so sorry. I think I just pee on you, daddy."

My daughter calls out as her legs weakens greatly. Glittering liquids run down her muscular thighs and legs. She then collapses onto the seat once I retreat my hands.

Her face is flushed with shame and embarra.s.sment as she looks at me.

"You have a tighta.s.s, sweetie."

I announce while licking my fingers, tasting the sweet nectar.