Maybe, she triggered something in her Dad when she admitted that she never had so much cum in her mouth at one time, meaning that this certainly wasn't the first time that his not so virginal daughter had given a blowjob and had a man cum in her mouth. Maybe, he had suspected her passion for football was, indeed, deeper than the game and that she had been doing more than the cheerleading duties expected of her with the football team after the game. Now that he thought about it, there were always young men about helping him with the chores around the house, washing his car, painting the fence, running his errands, and mowing his lawn and never would they accept payment in return for their services rendered. They'd even thank him.
"Thanks, Mr. D. We'll see you next weekend to help you rake the yard."
She told him that it was part of the good community spirit they teach them at school, and maybe it was. She told him that being the Head Cheerleader she was very popular and had lots of friends, and maybe she did. Yet, the only friends he ever saw her with were male friends. The only female friend he ever saw her with was Vivian.
Now, he wondered how literal that title of Head Cheerleader was. Maybe and more accurately defined, she was the Head, Head Cheerleader. He imagined her giving head non-stop. He imagined her sucking cock after cock with every team member cumming in her mouth and leaving sexually satisfied, as she jumped around and cheered in between blowjobs while wearing her ever so cute cheerleading outfit without bra or panties.
"Gooooo team! Go!"
There were some lonely nights after watching a porn movie of a woman who does an entire professional football team and maybe he had envisioned her doing him while wearing her little cheerleading outfit without wearing panties or a bra. There's something about an energetic cheerleader jumping around while wearing Bobbie socks and white sneakers while watching her skirt billow up and her breasts bounce around, then there's those Pom Poms.
What a funny name for something so fluffy and so colorful and looking so much like chrysanthemums and dahlias.
"Yeah, baby, shake those Pom Poms all over my naked, erect cock."
"Rah, rah, shish, boom, ba..."
That may have been the vision he had of his beautiful and sexy daughter sharing her good community spirit and giving one up or several dozen up for the good of the team while his cock was firmly held in her mouth by her lips.
Now, he wondered how many men she had done and which ones. Yet, what did it matter? Accidentally or on purpose, sexually or non-sexually, his daughter had not only wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock, she stroked him to an erection. She aroused him just by watching her stare at his cock, and then to feel her hand around his prick was like nothing he had ever imagined or experienced.
Even all those times he jerked off in the shower over his mother-in-law, this father and daughter quality time spent was so much better. After cumming in her mouth, he felt a special bond for her. He was wickedly deranged to have done what he did, but truly he didn't care. A man without a guilty conscience, he wanted to do it with his daughter again and again.
It was her idea, after all, to give the non-sexual demonstration. Oh, please, what was she thinking by calling that a non-sexual demonstration? She's got to be kidding. Certainly, she must know that what she did, even before he shot his load of cum in her mouth, was all sex and nothing but sex, incestuous sex with Dad.
By the look on his face, just as he couldn't believe she begged him to allow her to take his cock in her sexy mouth, he was shocked when she confessed that she had Michael's cock in her mouth, albeit for non-sexual demonstration purposes, as well. Either she is as dumb as she is blonde or she is as depraved as he is. He figured she was very blonde, but not so dumb. Hell, hearing her talk about it and having her touch him and suck him was the most sexual experience he ever had.
It was amazing to feel her hand wrapped around his cock while she was on her knees and looking up at him with her lush blonde hair, pretty face, and big blue eyes. He loved it when she stared at his cock while she stroked him. With a big smile on her face, he could see the lust in her eyes for him when she did that.
Take a moment and imagined yourself in his place. What would you have done? Can you imagine, a 22-year-old daughter wanting her 48-year-old Dad? He couldn't believe it. No one would believe him, yet, he couldn't tell anyone that his daughter sucked his cock for fear that they would chastise him and ostracize him. What would his friends say? Hmm, he wondered, what would his friends say?
"Are you serious? No way! You're kidding! Your daughter blew you? Susan? The Head Cheerleader at college? And you shot your load in her mouth and she swallowed it? All of it? And then you gave her a cum bath, too? No way! You're the man. Put it there, Pal. I always wanted to do my daughter, too."
He imagined all his friends buying him beers for the opportunity of hearing him tell them the story over and again while embellishing the tale taller with more colorful details after every beer.
Truly, this National Nude Day was the best holiday ever and he couldn't wait for next year's celebration. If there were a flag, he'd salute it. If there were a song, he'd sing it. And if there were a National Nude Day dance, he'd dance it.
Maybe, next year, he'll invite people from work. Yeah, why not? Maybe, his old secretary will come. Damn, she was a hottie. She had a rack and a big ass.
Even though she appeared disgusted when he pulled out his erection and stuck it in her face and nearly in her mouth, he could tell she wanted him. Oh, yeah, she wanted him alright. This lawsuit thing was just a diversion and a way for her to get some money out of the company, no doubt. He could tell that the only kind of dictation she wanted to take was to suck his dick.
Besides, why the Hell not, bygones will be bygones. She should forgive him by now. They paid her off not to press charges against him or his company. She should be happy that it all worked out for her, and that restraining order against him is no longer valid in any court of law. Maybe, he'll call her to invite her to next year's National Nude Day celebration.
He couldn't believe it when his Susan stopped to put that ruby red lipstick on her lips. Lipstick on the dipstick, he heard his son say to Michael. That was hot when she stopped to do that, and her lips with that lip gloss felt so slimy good going up and down his dick. Christ, she's such a freakin' hottie. She's got a body and so doesn't Vivian, her hot friend. The two of them are what he'd call Disco Babes in his day. He loved to do the two of them at once.
When she reddened her full lips like that, he wanted to push his daughter down right there on the rug and nail her pussy with his big cock. He wanted to pound her ass in the thick pile of the rug and screw her wet pussy with his erection. He wanted to hear her scream his name before he shot in her pussy.
"Daddy! I'm cumming!"
He wanted her to beg him to fuck her again and again. Only, he didn't think of the repercussions of having intercourse without wearing a condom. Boy, it was a good thing that he didn't. What if he made her pregnant? What if she had a boy as perverted as his son Jason obviously is, the poor kid. He wondered what happened that made him so perverted and twisted.
All he could think of was his daughter wanting him, only him.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Stick your big cock in my pussy. Make me cum, again, Daddy. I want your cock. Slap my ass. Make me blow you again. Yeah, pull my hair, squeeze my tits, and pull and twist my nipples. Bite me."
He wanted her to plead with him to bend her over and stick his big, hairy cock up her ass. Yeah, he wanted to make her his sexy slave and to suck his cock whenever he wanted to cum in her mouth, just like Betty did, his blow up doll in college, that he kept deflated beneath his mattress for fear that someone would find her and use her themselves. He kept her all for himself, just as he now wanted his daughter all to himself.
"Blow me, Baby Doll."