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I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of her husband’s cum as I turned back and nodded to my father’s sermon. He was such a sexy man. Such passion in his voice, in his face. The same passion with which he fucked the whore.And my mother did not appreciate it one bit.After my father’s sermon, which left me wet and itching and eager to commit more sin, the collection plate passed around. My mother slipped me a crisp $5 bill to drop in. It never made sense to me. My father’s salary was paid by the tithe. My mother then gave me $5 of it to drop back into the plate.An endless cycle.As I waited for the plate, I slipped the note I had written earlier into the folded $5 and shuddered when I dropped it into the brass plate lined with red velvet, joining the bills and checks and coins. I passed it on to my mother, who dropped a check in. The ushers collected it and took it to the treasury.My note would then get discovered.A hot flutter shot through me as church ended. I endured the endless
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My fingers crept a little lower, nearing my pussy. My clit was so hard to resist. She begged to be touched and stroked and rubbed. I bit my lip and pinched my nipple hard. I leaned back, my head brushing the wall.“Come on, Father,” I moaned. “I need...”A door opened and closed.I tensed. Footsteps walked down the hallway. The carpet was thin, laid directly on the concrete floor. The steps echoed, growing closer and closer. My heart burst into frenetic activity, drumming like the sinful beat of rock and roll. A shadow darkened the door. The knob twisted.This was it.The door opened. A beam of light slashed diagonally across the room, spilling into the opposite corner from me, keeping me in shadows just like I planned. I saw the silhouette of my father, still in his black shirt and slacks, the light haloing about his dark hair.“Don’t turn on the lights,” I purred in a deep, sultry tone I hoped would disguise my voice. “And close the door behind you.”“Who is it?” he asked as he step
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“First time having your hot cunt eaten?” He growled. “You are a virgin. Hard to imagine you’ve never experienced this. Not with how hot your cunt is.”“I ... I listened to your sermons,” I moaned, struggling to keep my voice husky. “Then I saw you fucking Donna. I realized I shouldn’t care. I should enjoy myself. Like my preacher.”“Women always find excuses to feed the hot hole between their thighs.” He licked again, groaning as his tongue slid through my folds. “The source of all sin is right here. This sweet hole, the promise it holds.”“Uh-huh,” I panted, not caring what he said. “Just lick me, Da ... Preacher. Just lick my cunt. Oh, Lord, that’s amazing. Oh, yes. That feels soooo good.”His hands reached up my naked stomach and found my breasts. He squeezed them both as his lips latched onto my clit. He sucked so hard, his cheeks, rough with a hint of new whiskers, rubbing into my sensitive flesh. I gasped, loving his strong fingers digging into my large breasts. I humped against
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“Such a wicked slattern,” he growled as his balls smacked into me. They were heavy with his seed. His cum.“I am, Daddy. A wicked, sinful preacher’s daughter.”He groaned and slammed in me even harder. The table’s edge banged into the wall as it rocked beneath me. I shuddered again and humped against him. My large breasts jiggled and smacked together as Daddy pounded my cunt.The wet sound of his dick mixed with the slap of our flesh. We grunted and groaned. We made the most obscene noises. I loved it. I reveled in how thick he was. How much he stretched my pussy. How he made me gasp and shudder. My eyes fluttered.“Pound me, Daddy. I need to cum again. On your huge cock. Oh, yes, Daddy. Please, please, make me cum. I need it. I want to spasm on your shaft.”“Because you’re a whore?”“A wicked, wanton slattern.”His groin crushed my clit every time he buried into me, sending wonderful pleasure sparking to my depths. My pussy clenched on his huge dick. The sore ache from my cherry popp
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When I set the table for breakfast, I hadn’t expected Daddy to come up behind me, yank up my skirt, rip down my panties, and bend me over the table before I could even realize what was happening. And then his dick rammed into my pussy.And that hot, wonderful, wet thrill went through me despite Mother being in the next room. My daddy, Reverend Gary Powell himself, was in my pussy. His incestuous cock pumped in and out of my wet depths, making me shudder as my face pressed into the placemat.“Mother’s in the other room,” I groaned, the table creaking as Daddy worked his dick in and out of my cunt. “This is so depraved.”“You wanted to be treated like a whore,” he grunted, balls smacking into my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “This is how whores are treated. They’re fucked.”My eyes rolled in my head as pleasure surged through me. I was a sinful, slutty preacher’s daughter. As scared as I was of Mother catching us, I couldn’t deny how hot the cock reaming my cunt made me f
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A huge smile burst across my lips. Hot, salty cum pumped into my body. Incestuous seed filled my pussy. I groaned, a tingle of delight racing through me. My orgasm died down to a buzzing bliss as I wiggled, savoring his spurting dick. He shuddered, cock sliding in and out a final time then withdrew.And dropped a silver dollar coin on the table. My pay. If I acted like a whore, then he would treat me like one.I snagged it as it danced on the table, clutching it in my hand as I heard Daddy zip up behind me. I savored the cold feel of the coin in my palm as his seed leaked out of me. His hand smacked my ass before walking to the head of the table.“Thank you, Daddy,” I panted as I sat up. I reached down and pulled my skirt up my thighs as my mother backed through the door, holding breakfast.My heart thudded faster, fear striking cold. Without the thrill of daddy’s cock in me, I was so aware of my flushed face and my hands pulling up my panties against my sloppy cunt. Already his cum l
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I squirmed with excitement all through breakfast, and not just because my panties were a sodden mess. I couldn’t wait. So I was thrilled when we finished breakfast and we could get going. Only we weren’t leaving right away. Daddy had work at the church. He told me to be there after lunch.Which left me helping Mother with the spring cleaning around the house. We polished the silverware while I stared at her and shook my head. She didn’t like sex. And poor Daddy had to find it from other women to satisfy the desires awoken by sinful harlots. If she would just be a whore, like me, then Daddy never would have cheated on her.But then I never would have learned all about sex and how wonderful Daddy’s cock was.So maybe it was for the best that she was a tight ass, as Deacon Bill put it.Finally, lunch past, I was at the church and climbing into Daddy’s Buick. It was an older car my parents bought in the early Fifties when I was a kid, but Daddy took great care of it. I sat on the passenge
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Then the man ripped his cock out of her. The woman rolled onto her back and the man jerked his cock. I gasped as his cum erupted, painting the woman’s soft breasts. She moaned, squeezing them as the man spurted lines of white across her tits. She panted, massaging the creamy mess into her tits.And then a new movie played. A man and woman kissed before a bed. I shuddered, eyes locked on the screen as clothing came off. The woman slipped down before the man, her tits exposed, and pulled his cock out of his slacks.He wore no boxers beneath.“Oh, wow,” I gasped as the woman practically inhaled his cock. She bobbed her face so fast, sliding up and down his shaft.I squirmed worse. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My breathing quickened. My nipples ached. I wanted to free my breasts and play with them. My hands, resting on my knees, gripped them, palms sweaty. If I let go of my knees, I was afraid I would start masturbating like the gentleman I saw.The woman sucked harder, louder. She bo
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