Perverts 'R' Us

The Snake

By The Purvv and Stef ( M/F, M/f, inc-fath/dau-in-law, IR, solo, best )

Note from The Purvv: These first seven chapters were penned about four years ago. One of the chapters and many of the ideas, were the product of a reader whom I convinced to try writing with me. She had personal problems and drifted away before we finished it. I was going to finish it on my own a couple of times and contacted her. She requested me to wait until she straightened out her problems, as she wanted to finish it with me. Unfortunately, I eventually lost contact with her completely.

Chapter 1

It was 7 p.m. and the three of them were at the dining table, just finishing up their evening meal. Linda had just made a cute remark, which caused her husband, Don, to laugh out loud. When he stopped chuckling he matter-of-factly remarked, "I love you."

Their fifteen-year-old daughter, Renee, froze. She raised her eyes up from her plate and looked nervously at her mother, wondering just what her response would be.

Linda simply smiled at her husband and told him, "I love you too."

Renee let out the breath she had been holding and proceeded to silently finish her meal. When she was done eating, she backed away from the table and left her mother and father alone. She headed up the stairs to her room and sat on the edge of her bed. Looking down at her hands, she saw that they were shaking. She was having a real hard time keeping up with this deception. It just wasn't fair to her father.

She threw herself down on the bed, lying on her stomach. Although she was wide-awake, she closed her eyes, almost as if she was trying to shut out the truth.

She thought back to when it all started. It was almost a year now since that eventful night when she heard her mother's moans coming from inside the main bedroom around 1 a.m. Realizing that her father was working the midnight to 8 a.m. shift, and thinking that Linda was in trouble, the young girl rushed next door and burst into the room.

She got the shock of her life.

Her mother was lying on the bed, completely naked. Her legs were well spread and wrapped around the naked form of Don's brother, Andy, Renee's uncle, who was grunting and muttering as he pounded his body into Linda. Renee watched in horror as she saw the man-flesh disappearing between her mother's legs and then, almost miraculously reappearing, only to go through the whole procedure again. Although Renee was an innocent young girl, she nevertheless knew what was happening and the look of lusty pleasure on her mother's face, coupled with those words urging Uncle Andy to do it to her, convinced the girl that this was by mutual consent.

With Andy about to finish, Linda turned and saw her daughter. She pushed frantically at her brother-in-law, but to no avail. He was at the beginning of the end and his juices were just starting to shoot into her. Linda watched helplessly as her daughter ran out of the room in hysterics.

Thus began a long night of explanations and pleading from Linda. She hastened her brother-in-law out of the house and immediately rushed in to her daughter's room. For at least fifteen minutes, there was no talking to the child. In her present state, there would be no stopping her from telling her father just what she had seen.

Linda had no choice other than to tell her daughter the story of her life, omitting no details of consequence. She felt that if she wasn't completely honest with Renee, the youngster's innocence would make her tell her father what she had seen. They talked until dawn.

Linda explained as best she could what she was doing and why. It wasn't easy because she herself did not fully understand why her body craved sex. It had been so from a time shortly after puberty, and over the years, she had used every possible means to satisfy her needs. She insisted that her body was cursed because of its terrible urges, which often pulsated throughout her loins.

As a youngster, she had masturbated almost nightly, and quickly graduated to sex with the boys. By the time that she was seventeen, she had already established herself as the school slut. She was fortunate to be able to clear her name and get a second chance when her family moved. She married Don when she was only eighteen, hoping that a steady man would be the answer to her problem. Soon after she married, she realized that her husband was just not enough. She tried the old standby, masturbation, but that was unsatisfactory. She tried spicing it up with dildoes and vibrators, all to no avail.

Yet for years, she remained faithful to the marriage.

She described to her daughter how hard it was on her just being around some of her husband's buddies; or even her own male co-workers. She explained that it was even hard being around her friend Marie who, she now explained, was a lesbian. The urges were almost always there. Finally, she gave up. One night, about three months earlier, her brother-in-law was visiting at their house. He was still there when Don, a policeman, had to leave for work.

That was the first time she was unfaithful to her husband.

To save her marriage and her own sanity, she came up with a plan. Her brother-in-law was a single man who meant nothing to her in the romantic sense. Thus began the practice of having sex one night every three weeks, when Don was working the midnight shift. As horrified as Renee was at what she was hearing, she almost understood. Although she was 15 years old, at an age where most girls were 'experimenting' with their bodies, she was still unsure of what had been happening to her. She didn't understand the urges and desires that she herself had been feeling. Now, listening to her mother, she began to wonder about herself. Was it possible that the same thing that happened to her mother was also going on within her own body?

Finally, Renee agreed to be silent. After all, she told herself, nothing good could come from telling her father. It would break his heart and break up the marriage. It would also ruin his relationship with his brother.

During the ensuing months as those 'funny feelings' vibrated within her, Renee started touching herself, yet she never got to the point of masturbating. Then her uncle found himself a girlfriend and Linda, unable to control her own lust, started bringing home her boss once every three weeks. Renee was disgusted because she knew how much her father disliked black people, but she had stayed quiet too long to squeal on her mother now.

Ed Jones was proud and bold that he was bedding down his blonde secretary, even if it was only once every few weeks; so much so that when he crossed paths in the hallway with young Renee, he made no effort to hide his nakedness.

As mad as Renee was at her mother for taking up with her boss, the sight of the black man's huge manhood changed her forever. Something snapped in the young girl, although she didn't know it at the time. From that night forward, her own urges began to overtake her.

Chapter 2

It was three weeks after that when Don got to 'Roll Call' at midnight and realized that he had left his badge at home. He hid that fact from his sergeant and as soon as he was in the patrol car he headed for his house.

He had no way of knowing that his beloved wife and her black lover were just beginning to undress each other.

Lying in bed, just across the hall from her mother and Ed, Renee kicked free of the sheets and blankets surrounding her. She was hot; her naked body flushed and throbbing. Flinging her arms above her head, she groaned in agony and frustration, and then dragged the palms of her hands down her chest and over her full and aching breasts. She bit her lower lip to prevent a gasp as her nipples tightened, almost painfully. Renee flung herself onto her stomach as if to escape the familiar, yet unwanted, yearnings of her body. She squeezed her thighs together to relieve the incessant throbbing, and then moaned as the innocent movement caused her cunt lips to squeeze her clit. Chills raced over her body as she shuddered once, then lay still; her heart pounding as she gasped for breath.

'Oh, God,' she thought, 'I can't stop it any longer... and I don't want to!'

It was then, as her hand was slowly traveling down the smooth, flat expanse of her belly that she heard her mom's laughter and the thud of the headboard against the bedroom wall as the two lovers fell upon the mattress.

The quick flare of temper Renee felt at the thought of her mother with another man burned out just as quickly as it came, replaced by a surge of arousal so hot and so strong she couldn't breathe. She heard her mother's laughter turn to a moan, heard the sound of cloth falling away and the sighs of pleasure as the lovers explored each other's bodies.

Then her mother's voice:

"Oh, hurry, Eddie, and stick that thick, black cock inside me. I can't wait anymore."

There was Ed's husky laughter and Renee couldn't help but bury her fingers in her pussy, turned on more by the erotic sounds coming from her parent's bedroom than she had ever been before. At the first touch to her clit, she whimpered, her back arching off the bed. She started to tremble as she imagined her mom was trembling even now, stretched out beneath her lover in another man's bed.

Renee pictured her mom's milky white breasts covered by big, masculine black hands. She rubbed one of her own hands over her breast as if it were her, rather than her mother, being brought to a pitch of sexual excitement like none other, by a man forbidden to her. Without thinking, Renee bent her knees and spread her thighs to give her fingers greater access. She was wet and could feel her clit throbbing and her cunt hole pulsating as the tip of her finger explored. She wondered what it would feel like to have man's cock sliding deep within her pussy, and then imagined her mother's pink slit glistening with her own juices, greedily sucking in that huge, black cock.

Gently, Renee shoved through her hole to the second knuckle on her middle finger, and then moaned at the slight pinch of pain and the hot streaks of pleasure that coursed over and through her body. She was trembling again, her body taut with the need to cum. She began to withdraw her finger slowly... slowly... then shoved it in again, almost all the way this time. She made a small sound in her throat, powerless to prevent it, then, above that, heard her mother make the same sound, as Ed pushed into her cunt, grunting with pleasure and lust.

She withdrew her finger completely this time and, with the juice from her cunt, slid her fingers easily over her clit, gasping as she came into contact with the hard little bud that was protruding from her slit. Her body shuddered, her nipples tightened and she did it again, rubbing her finger around and around over her clit, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lower lips to keep from crying out.

"Oh, God... Oh, fuck..." she whispered raggedly as her hips undulated against her hand. She could feel it coming towards her. What exactly, she wasn't sure. It was hot and bright and she reached for it blindly, her finger again slipping into her cunt, disappearing completely this time within her wet, throbbing flesh. Her thumb pressed against her clit and she moaned, as if in pain. Over the pounding of her heart and her own ragged mumblings, Renee could hear her mother near to screaming in pleasure as Ed shoved his cock into her again and again. She pictured him sliding into her mother's pussy the way her uncle had, his body thrusting furiously, his mind without a coherent thought.

Suddenly, Renee was thrusting her finger into her pussy to the sounds of her mother's moans and gasps. It was as if Ed were leaning over her now, pounding his cock into her wet, glistening pussy, instead of her mother's. She could clearly see the sweat beading his upper lip, the way his face was tight and pinched in pleasure and concentration. Renee whimpered. She could all but feel that long, thick shaft plunging repeatedly into her cunt hole; all but feel his fingers digging into her hips as he held her beneath him.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Renee held her thighs wider apart, bent her knees and bucked against her fingers almost violently. She could feel her juices running down her ass, cool and smooth. The scent was overpowering, adding to her aroused state.

And then her orgasm was upon her and she arched her back, grinding her hips hard against her hand.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned loudly, too far gone to care if anyone heard her, too far gone to care, or even take notice, of the movement near her door. She was lost in the clenching of her cunt muscles and the way her juices flowed out of her with each exquisite pulse beat.

Taking a deep breath, Renee tried to calm her body and her heart. She sighed as she grew more relaxed and wondered how she had ever lived a satisfied life without that intense pleasure.

Then she heard the slam and her whole body tensed, her fingers grasping at the sheets as she bolted upright in bed, listening for more signs of trouble coming from her parents' bedroom. She knew that that noise could not have come about from Ed and Linda's sex, hard and rowdy though it may have been.

It was then she heard her daddy's voice...

Chapter 3

Don edged his patrol car quietly into his driveway. He left the engine idling and alighted from the car, leaving the door ajar so as not to awaken his family or the neighbors. It was just about 12:20 in the morning, an hour after he had left the house for work. When he had left, his wife and daughter had already been in their beds and he assumed that they would now be sound asleep.

He gently pushed the key into the lock on the front door and pushed it open. He only partially closed it, making sure that it didn't shut all the way, again concerned because his 'girls' were asleep and he didn't want to disturb them, if at all possible.

He moved to the stairs. Here he would have to be extra careful, he thought. Linda was usually a sound sleeper, so that if he was reasonably quiet he could probably move into the bedroom, secure his missing badge, and slip out without disturbing her. There were a few steps that creaked if too much pressure was applied, so he was careful to quietly move up the stairs, stepping cautiously.

He was about half-way up when he heard the sounds. At the first break in the silence of the night he paused and listened. The noises that were faintly reaching his ears did not immediately register on his brain. He imagined that one of the upstairs TV's had been left on. He took another couple of gentle steps up. The grunts and groans were starting to penetrate to him and he felt his stomach flip and his heart rate quicken. He moved up another step and paused again.

He was almost at the top of the stairs. His mind was a bundle of confusion. No man can ever predict how he would react in such a situation. Anyone that knew Don probably would guess that he would have barged in and shot the couple. Instead, he stood frozen at the top of the stairs, almost afraid to advance; his policeman's brain already calculating and deciding.

"Oh yeah Ed, ungh, ungh, oh oh! I...oh I love it...it's so big...oh, mmm, oh."

While his wife was crying out in ecstasy, her lover was grunting, groaning, murmuring and muttering. The sounds of pure pleasure that he was emitting alerted Don that the black man was almost to the point of erupting.

Tears were filling his eyes. His hands and legs were trembling as he made his final decision. Robot-like, he walked slowly toward his bedroom. Passing his daughter's room, he briefly glanced inside. Although his eyes took in her naked body thrashing about as she worked her hand within her pussy, his brain never saw her. His mind was acting like a magnet, drawing him to the sounds of lust coming from within his bedroom.

Then he was standing outside. Instead of bursting in, in a rage, he watched in utter hopelessness. Linda, his wonderful Linda, was writhing about beneath a man whom Don immediately recognized as her boss. What was truly striking was just how white his wife's flesh seemed to be as it clutched and clung to the sweating black man with the rippling muscles and, as Don now realized, one of those truly 'big, black cocks' that were joked about. His eyes couldn't help but watch the huge piece of meat moving in and out of Linda's bucking body. It looked like a huge black snake as it disappeared and reappeared within his wife's spread legs.

"Fuccccckkkkk, nnnnnnggg..." As he watched, Linda was obviously caught in the throes of her final climax.

"Oh baby, I'm oooo yeah here here, it's cmmngnggg..."

SLAM!

The sound of the nightstick crashing against the door echoed throughout the house, breaking the silence of the night. In the adjacent room, Renee froze and almost cried out.

"Nooo, oh Don no," she heard her mother cry.

Don stood in the doorway, not moving. He held the nightstick in his left hand and his right hand was simply resting on his holstered gun. He glared as the couple scrambled. Ed was off of the bed in a flash, his eyes frantically jumping from Linda's husband's face to his hand at the holster.

"Ah can, we er, It's ah'm, er..." As he stammered, he was locating his shorts. Don's eyes moved over the black man's body and were drawn to the snake. Whether or not it was because Ed had cum or it was simply from fear was irrelevant, he no longer had a hard-on. What was truly impressive was that even as flaccid as it now was, it was still at least twice the size of Don's when he was fully aroused.

"Don, I can explain. Honey, I can, let me explain." Linda was hurrying with her clothes as she frantically moved to do something, although she wasn't sure what.

Lying in the next room, Renee could hear everything. Her heart reached out for her father as she heard him speak. She could tell that her daddy, her strong, handsome daddy, was reduced to a sad, whimpering figure when she heard his broken voice ordering his wife and her 'boyfriend' out of the house.

Chapter 4

Don amazed even himself at how he handled the potentially volatile situation. After another two minutes he went downstairs to the living room and telephoned his Desk Lieutenant. He explained to Lt. Kiely that a personal emergency had arisen and he asked if he could have his car logged as 'out of service' for a half-hour. The lieutenant, with whom he occasionally drank, told Don to take care of his problem and not to worry about the time, should it exceed the half-hour; just let him know when he was 'back in service'.

As he was hanging up the phone Linda was walking down the stairs, with a terribly frightened Ed leading the way. As soon as they reached the bottom step they tentatively started to approach the policeman. When Ed was about six feet from him, Don indicated the door and whispered to the black man, "Out!"

The look of surprise and relief on Ed's face was a sight to behold, a truly precious moment. He was going to live! Thankfully, he scurried for the door, departing without a further word to either of them.

Linda stood about three feet in front of her husband, looking terribly frightened and dejected. Her whole world had come tumbling down and she still didn't know what the end result was going to be. She awaited her fate.

Don took a huge breath and let it out. Then he turned his head partially away from her and looked to the door again. He turned back to her and whispered, sadly, "Leave the keys."

She nodded. The look on her husband's face said it all. Linda realized that not only was there not anything that she could say in her defense, but this wasn't the time for words, sixteen years of marriage notwithstanding. Don watched as she dropped the keys on the table and slowly, sadly, made her retreat. When the door closed behind her, the policeman suddenly began to tremble. Tears flowed constantly down his cheeks.

Finally, after a couple of minutes there was some movement, the corner of his eyes caught his attention. He looked up at the top of the stairs and saw Renee standing up there in her robe, gazing down at him with a look of concern upon her face. Don was in no condition at that moment to be able to talk to her. Looking up into her eyes to acknowledge her presence, he called up quietly to her, "Go back to bed sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning. Stay home from school. I'll be home about eight-thirty."

She nodded to her father and watched as he walked to the door, his shoulders slumped. At the door he turned and she wanted to cry for him, he looked so forlorn. "I'll see you in the morning. Okay?"

Again, she nodded.

As soon as he was back behind the wheel of his patrol car he spoke into the microphone, "107 back."

"'K, 107," came the dispatcher's reply.

Don pulled the car away from his driveway. Normally, on this shift he was able to catch some sleep by driving into the wooded area behind the Mill Run shopping mall. On this night he was too preoccupied with his thoughts. He drove around all night, without another break. Fortunately for him, he didn't get any emergency calls. His first hour back was sheer agony, but after that he began to think semi-rationally. In those dark morning hours he mentally started to put his life back together.

It would only be he and Renee now, he told himself, but they would manage by themselves. Besides, he wondered, what kind of influence had Linda been on his daughter? A picture of his daughter flashed through his brain and he recalled passing the child's room. As his memory began to function again he now realized what she had been doing when he had passed her room. Strangely, in his mind it was Linda's fault, what Renee had been doing. His wife's sexual activity had somehow made his daughter masturbate herself.

In the morning when he arrived home, he and his daughter talked. He explained to her that it would just be the two of them and although Renee was terribly sad for her mother, she nevertheless was happy that it was her father whom she ended up staying with.

On the surface the transition from a 3-family household to a 2-family went pretty smoothly.

One the most unusual things to take place, was that Don seemed to become overly protective and excessively doting on his daughter. There was nothing sexual about it, simply as if she were something to be worshipped, although there were a few unnerving moments for him, when while in her presence he couldn't shake the memory of how he saw her on that fateful night. He loved her so much that he was overcautious toward her. Probably because she looked so much and reminded him so much of Linda, he was afraid that she might inherit the bad traits and turn out like her if he didn't watch out for her.

Renee recognized this adulation that her father was bestowing on her and she knew that she could wrap him around her finger, but she refused to take advantage. Truly she appreciated that her father cared so much for her. The bond between them was very strong. She would have done anything for him.

However, his willingness to make her happy seemed even stronger than Renee's. Indeed, it was somewhat frightening to her. Which is why, although she knew that he would do anything she wanted, that he made sure of all of her needs, and that his love for her was unmatched, she was still afraid to tell him of her problem. He would endure anything from her yet she was sure from things that he said in the past, that if she told him about her inner body's cravings, he would see her mother in her and maybe his love would go away. She couldn't face that. Yet she felt like she had to tell someone or go crazy.

She would have talked to her mother about her problem but she had moved back to Minnesota with her family, Renee's grandparents. Finally, unable to deal with it by herself anymore, Renee called Linda.

Her mother could not offer any advice other than masturbation, which she was already heavily into. She hinted that Renee might want to consider going to a psychiatrist. The youngster rejected that thought because she would then have to tell her father of her problem. Meanwhile, her urges were becoming more demanding.

Chapter 5

It was after 2 AM and Renee was sure that her father was sound asleep in the adjacent bedroom. Her body was raging. This time it was so bad that the feelings actually woke her from a deep sleep. She had been dreaming that curious dream again. Her naked body was twisting about under the assault of her fingers, working frantically within her moist hole and upon her pulsating clitoris. Her excitement was building and she was pushing her hips up to her hand. She wasn't even aware that a loud mournful moan had emanated from her throat and had echoed through the door to her father's room.

If Don had the slightest idea just what his daughter was doing he wouldn't have interfered. In fact, it would have made him happy that she was keeping her body safe from intercourse. He would have been proud to be assured that no boy had ever had Renee. However, when the cry came through to him it was in the dead of the night, while he was still in a semi-sleep. Lying on his bed in his shorts he jerked into full consciousness. Thinking that she was in trouble he jumped up from the bed and hurried out of his room. He pushed her door open and rushed inside.

The young girl heard the door open and turned her head in distress. Before she had a chance to stop what she was doing her father was already in the room and almost at her bed. He suddenly stopped. She looked at him in amazement...

Don looked at her in semi-shock, his mind a myriad of emotions. Renee was lying on the bed, on the top of her sheet. The blanket was thrown on the floor by the side of the bed. She was totally naked and she had both hands buried within her wide-spread legs. Her father took in the awesome sight of his daughter's naked flesh, spread apart, eagerly accepting her hands and fingers. He was frozen on the spot, unable to retreat. He looked up into her face and to his surprise he saw a lust that he hadn't seen in years in such a young girl.

He stepped closer. She too was in a state of confusion. Her parted legs remained in place under her now unmoving hands. Her eyes swallowed her father's face; the same face that she had just dreamt about; the same one that was becoming more and more frequent in her nightly turmoil. Her mind and her heart were racing. She needed a man badly. She loved her father and he loved her. It had been six months since he had her mother, Renee realized. Maybe he hadn't had any all that time?

Don's eyes ran wildly over his daughter's hot young flesh. He should have simply turned and left the room, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. He looked up to her young, beautiful face.

Her lips were quivering. Months and months of agonizing had taken its toll. Almost incoherent in her pleadings she began to murmur, "Daddy...Could you...I love you daddy."

He gulped. This was his own daughter; his own flesh and blood. He couldn't possibly fuck her, no matter how much he wanted to do so.

"Daddy?"

"Y-yeah h-hon."

"Please, daddy?"

"We, er, no we, I..."

"Pleeeease daddy...Please help me."

He shook his head once, slowly. "I...I can't hon. It's not right."

She was squirming about on the bed; her body was obviously in a sexual rage.

"Oh daddy please...I need, oh you understand. Please...do me...I...Daddy I need something so bad..."

Don looked down and saw that his daughter was totally out of her mind from lust. His male instincts were overpowering him as his eyes devoured the youngster's excitingly hot, nakedness. His cock was as hard and as tight as it possibly could be.

She needed fulfillment, yet he couldn't do it. He sat down at the side of her bed looking at her in angst.

"Please daddy. I don't...wait...come by me please. I'm so hot."

His eyes moved to her crotch. Both of her hands were still there upon her pussy. He moved his left hand over the child's body and slowly wrapped both of her hands in his one hand and then he squeezed all three of them upon her throbbing cunt.

"Nnnnnngggghhhh...." A soft hungry moan escaped from deep within her throat.

He squeezed upon his daughter in the same manner a couple of more times, and she quietly groaned some more. Then, in a frantic manner, she tore her hands from under his grasp and reversed the situation with their hands. Both of hers hurriedly pulled from her pussy and from within his grasp. They rushed to grab at the back of his, pushing it eagerly into her cunt, which was churning with strange urges. Her hips then thrust up forcefully.

This time the moan became a whimpering cry escaping from between her lips.

His daughter was on fire. There was no way that he would mount her, but she desperately needed to be relieved, he thought. He pushed his finger into her wet hole and she bucked up her body again. Then he was moving it in and out in a slow sensitive manner.

Renee pulled her hands away, brought them up and then threw them out on both sides of her body. "Oh dadd, dad, do me please dad. I'm so hot...I need you please..."

His daughter looked so out of control and helpless. At that moment she was also the most exciting thing that he had ever seen. She was involuntarily moving her hips from side to side as his finger continued working in and out of the moistened channel. His heart was racing as his eyes drank in the excited beauty of this youthful flesh that was so inflamed with lust. Unable to control himself he reached out his right hand and gently moved in upon Renee's orange-sized breast. More moans came from her as he cupped the hot flesh within his grasp. He squeezed it gently and when her moans directed him he then released; then he did it again, over and over.

The child was frantic from the feelings that her father's hands were causing her body to experience. "Oh daddy good, itsgoooood...do me please do do do me please."

He was fighting every urgent message that his brain was sending him, yet he didn't want to deny his daughter. She was desperate and he couldn't leave her in that condition. There was no longer any question in his mind that he was going to make her happy and sated. He pulled his finger from inside of her cunt. Renee's eyes popped open in panic, afraid that her father was going to stop. At the same time he did that his body was sliding off of the bed and he was moving himself in a kneeling position. Then he was pulling at her thigh to draw her legs and body over. As she moved he also slid his other hand from her tit and then both of his hands guided the child's body toward him. When she reached the side he positioned himself between her legs and brought her thighs up on his shoulders.

His eyes gazed upon the young pussy of his daughter. His face was less than a foot from the pink pleasure. The aroma that arose up to his nostrils was awesome. With his hands on both of her hips he slowly licked at the inside flesh of her quivering thighs.

"Oooooooommmmmmm..." The inner excitement forced the pleasured sound from her lips.

Don began to kiss at the flesh. His mind was wild with the desire to bury his mouth into his daughter's pussy. The smell caused a mental explosion and there was nothing that could stop him now. His mouth moved in eagerly to swallow and taste the fantastic flavors of daughter-pussy. As his lips and tongue began working on the frantic girl moans were also coming from deep within his being. His nose moved into her, trying to absorb her total aroma. His mind was no longer coherent. He drew in the odor and it overpowered him so intensely that his pulsating prick began to shoot its juices without any urging. He withdrew his nose and pushed his tongue into the slickened pink opening.

"Nnnnnnggggg, ooooo yeah dad daddy oh ..." she babbled as her hips swayed from side to side to assist him in feeding from the altar of love. "Oh daddy... please... please daddy fuck me please...."

He was thankful that his juices had spurted out because it gave him a second breath. However, her frantic pleadings coupled with the delicious taste meant it was only a matter of minutes before he was aroused again and would not be able to stop himself. He had to bring her to a satisfactory conclusion or else, he realized, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

He slipped his thrusting tongue from her channel and his mouth began a gentle, yet urgent arousal of his daughter's clitoris. As he opened his mouth upon the flesh he pulled one of his hands from her hips and he moved two of his fingers to her hole. His lips and tongue began to massage the throbbing clit at the same time that his fingers pushed into her waiting hole.

As his mouth and fingers began to work their magic, she thrust her body up as if an electric shock had been given to her. Her upper body involuntarily rose and her hands flashed down and grabbed desperately at the back of her father's head. She wouldn't even know until she remembered it later that she was by then simply uttering obscenities, "Fuck me daddy oh fuck me please unh unh, ooo yeah OHHH YEAH unh fuckmefuck ooo..."

As her final spasms gripped her she let out a frantic cry. Don buried his mouth within his daughter's pussy as her hot thighs closed tightly upon his ears and her hands and fingers clutched tightly to him. Her body pushed up to her father's mouth and stayed in that thrust up position, as he lapped up the final release.

Chapter 6

Neither father nor daughter could sleep afterward. Both of them lay awake for more than an hour, their minds jumping from one incomplete thought to the next. Both were ashamed at what had happened and both were blaming themselves. It was about 3 AM when Don finally gave up trying to sleep. He got up, threw on a robe and headed down to the living room. Inside her room on her bed Renee heard her father's footsteps and her ears followed them. She could hear where he was headed.

Five minutes later she was able to summon up all of her courage. She too got up from her bed, threw on a robe and then headed down to try to talk to her father about her problem.

He first heard his daughter and then he looked up and saw her coming down the stairs. His eyes shifted about nervously. When she first walked to the room she wanted to run back upstairs. Yet, realistically she knew that the problem had to be confronted.

"Can we talk dad?" she asked.

Too embarrassed to respond, Don had his eyes lowered to the floor. He nodded, as if he were ashamed. Renee sat at the other end of the couch from where he sat. She didn't know how to start. Neither of them was speaking. She was afraid that her father hated her for being a slut and he was thinking that she would be repulsed at what he had done to her.

Finally she bit her lip and began to speak nervously, "Thanks dad. Thanks for doing me," she began and then continued, "Daddy, I'm er, sorry. I, I don't know what comes over me. I can't help myself..."

"Honey it wasn't you. What you were doing was normal. The other...You didn't do anything wrong. I did."

She smiled a saddened smile. "Dad, don't you...You don't understand, do you? You want me to be a virgin. I want to be a virgin for you. But I...I can't dad...I can't. No don't look at me like that. I...I'm still a virgin, I...I didn't say that right. What I mean...Oh daddy you don't understand?" she cried out in anguish.

Don had no idea what his daughter was talking about. After all he was the one that just did those things to her, not the other way around. "Honey, what...no I don't..."

She was becoming braver. She interrupted him, "Wait daddy, please. Let me." He looked up at her and their eyes met. Renee watched him for a long moment, them she took a deep breath and continued, "Daddy, I've got a problem. A big problem. I don't know how it happened or why it happened but it did. I don't know if you ever fully knew what happened with Ma. I know that it was her fault and all, but she did have a problem. I'm not trying to make excuses, but she told me some things. And now I think I understand."

Don sat in silence. He had no idea what his daughter was talking about, but he was determined to at least hear her out.

She continued, "You didn't do anything to me tonight. I did it to me. My body. My mind. Me! I...I er, I've been having these feelings - - in my body - - for a long time now. When you walked in on me that was something that I've been doing for awhile. And I know that you're thinking that all kids do that, but daddy this is totally different. I HAVE TO! My body is screaming to be done. It's happening more and more to me. I guess when I think of it that it's all the time now. Daddy I have to have sex! I've been fighting so hard for you. I know that you want me to not go have sex with boys, but I don't know how long I can fight this. I really can't explain it right, but you gotta believe me. There is something wrong with me."

This was not the end of their talk but it planted the seed in her father's head. They talked throughout the night without reaching a satisfactory conclusion.

There was one point in the conversation that sat him upright and a cold fear ran through his body. She recalled that night of seeing her mother's boss' manhood. She now told her father, "Even then, my body was acting strange. I think if Eddie would have touched me that I would have welcomed it. And I would have let him do more."

He almost lashed out and slapped Renee, this had upset him so much. He remembered seeing that big black snake and thinking now that his daughter might have willingly accepted that inside of her shook him up. He took a deep breath and they continued their talk. He did get a concession and a promise from her that she wouldn't do anything for at least a month. He promised to try to understand her and to see if he could come up with a solution.

"Honey, if I could arrange that we could take care of that craving would you do whatever I asked?"

Her heart leaped. She was sure that her father was going to propose that he begin fucking her and that thought pleased her. In fact, that was the way that she was hoping that this conversation was going to end.

"Yeah."

"All right. I think I may have the answer. I don't wanna say anything until I'm sure. I have to see a man. I'll let you know."

His words surprised the girl. Was he planning to bring her guys that he chose? That really didn't make sense but that was surely what it sounded as if that's what he was up to.

Finally, as the light started to come in through the window, he sent his daughter to bed. When she left he sat back and reflected. He already knew what he was going to try to do. He agreed with Linda's thoughts that seeing a psychiatrist would cause more harm than good.

Chapter 7

It was probably thought by association that led him to his plan. He didn't even know if what he was planning was fact or fiction. When Renee mentioned Ed and Don thought of the black 'snake' the association exploded the idea in his head.

Years ago he had been on a police call into the house of Samuel Baanu, a Jamaican 'snake-man' who dabbled in voodoo and the occult. Samuel should have been arrested but Don covered up for the man, who was more than thankful, he became a friend for life. Indeed, Don always felt that if he ever needed to have somebody 'rubbed out' all he would have to do is mention it to Samuel and it would be a fait accompli. Over the years these two met and Don truly liked the Jamaican. They didn't socialize but when he patrolled that part of town he sometimes would run across Samuel and occasionally, especially if he was working after midnight, the other man would get into the police car and they'd park and talk for an hour or more.

On that initial night when he first encountered Samuel, the man's apartment was littered with cages that contained snakes. Later, when they became friendly and talked Samuel began to tell tales about the animals. At first Don didn't believe him but the more that they talked and the more that they bonded the cop finally began to realize what the man was telling him was true.

Those snakes that he had were special and expensive. Bright and colorful their value was not because of their appearance. From what Samuel said these were among a small group of specially bred snakes and there were less than 5000 in the whole world. Through trial and error various snakes found in Africa and Jamaica were mated with a purpose. According to the 'snake-man' these experiments continued for centuries and only in 1992 did the successful mating occur that created the Jamaf snake.

Bred in part from the milksnake (Samuel didn't know what else made up his snakes), it took its length and bright colors from this animal. The Jamafs were about 20 inches in length but where they were different from the milksnake was in their girth. A mature snake measured about six inches in circumference, about the same as soda or beer can.

What made these snakes so expensive was their reason for being, why they were created! If Samuel was to be believed, the Jamafs' only purpose were to please woman. First had been the breeding. Then, once they were born, there was a six-month training period for the animals. Only a few took to the training but those that did were worth every penny of the exorbitant cost. They were trained to seek the body temperature of a human and to burro into the dark caverns of the female crevices. Further a harness could be attached to them, which they did not show any inclination to reject.

In short, they were bred to be the most unbelievable dildos ever designed by man. They seemed to love to slither along the flesh of a human and actually nibble and suckle on various areas of the pussy. What was the most impressive act that the snakes performed was in the way they used their jaws. All snakes feed on animals larger than themselves, and the way that they do this is fascinating. They disassociate their upper and lower jaws so that their mouths can open to accept things much larger. In the case of the Jamafs when they are let loose on a woman they tend to find a friend with the clitoral area. Thus upon reaching it they often separate their jaws to partially swallow that piece of flesh.

According to Samuel, these 'pets' only require feeding once every ten days. Once sated, they can be let loose on a human body and are completely harmless. They only start nibbling when they are hungry. Thus, by day five, they start to almost playfully nibble and by day ten they are actually biting. Extreme caution is needed to assure that they were fed.

Samuel didn't know why his friend the policeman wanted one of these animals, but he felt that he owed the cop big time. Not only had he kept him out of jail that one time, but on numerous occasions the policeman gave him advance warning of a raid. He considered him a true friend who helped him without any ulterior motive. Twenty-five thousand dollars was a lot to give up for a friend but in truth the actual cost to Samuel was only ten thousand.

More to come…