He groaned, his eyes wide, his suit jacket rustling. His hips moved, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. It pressed deeper, brushing the back of my throat before sliding back until only the crown remained. I sucked hard the entire time, pleasing him, reveling in the delicious, sexual delight of sucking a married man’s cock.
Of being a whore like Donna.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “What a hot mouth. Damn, you know how to suck cock. Oh, I had no idea. Does your mother suck cock like this?” He chuckled. “I doubt that tight ass does anything but lies like a dead fish beneath your father. No wonder he found another cunt.”
I giggled as I frigged my pussy through my panties. If my father had to find other women for satisfaction because my mom was a prude, what did that say about Deacon Bill’s prowess?
My fingers brushed my clitoris, massaging the hard bud. I had quickly learned this was my favorite spot to touch. I pressed the cotton into it, savoring the fabric’s feel on my sensitive pussy as he fucked my mouth with his cock. It was so wicked.
I loved it.
I squirmed as I frigged my clit. I stroked it in slow circles, sucking so hard, more drool leaking down my chin. I was a slut. A whore. I had a married man’s cock in my mouth. My virgin cunt clenched, the pressure swelling in its depths.
And then my orgasm burst through me.
I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut and moaning about his huge cock as the wonderful waves flooded through my sinful body. I rubbed so hard on my clit and stroked his dick so fast as the pleasure bubbled through my mind.
It was wonderful.
It was so cruel of my father to try and scare me with damnation to keep me from this bliss. It was mean of my mother to hiss in my ear that touching myself would make the baby Jesus cry and would make me go blind. This was wonderful. Amazing.
“Shit,” Deacon Bill cursed. “You hot-mouthed slut. You just came. Damn, you got a hot cunt. I wish I had time to bend you over my desk and fuck that hot hole. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The last fuck exploded from his mouth as his cock erupted into mine. My eyes widened in the shock of his salty jism splashing through my mouth. It was creamy and hot, and the flavor was so wicked. Another flutter, a mini-orgasm, rippled through me as I swallowed the first blast.
Followed by a second and a third.
It slid down my gullet. I groaned, savoring how wicked I felt. I was so naughty. A slut. It was wonderful. I shuddered, gulping down as much of it as I could. My mouth popped off his dick, my tongue swirling about my lips.
“Shit,” he groaned, then quickly shoved his cock back in. “Shit, you need to clean up. Get down to the bathroom. You got cum and spit dripping down your mouth.” He shook his head, regret on his face. “And don’t you speak a word of this to anyone, whore.”
“I won’t,” I promised. I pulled my fingers out from beneath my skirt. They were covered in my juices. Feeling naughty, I licked at them, wondering what they tasted like.
Wonderful. Tart with a hint of salt. I shuddered as he groaned again, muttering something about me being such a whore. I stood up and sauntered out, putting a nice sway to my hips I hoped he appreciated.
I walked down the hallway of the office area and went into the small bathroom. I locked the door and stared at myself in the mirror. My innocent face was flushed, sweat glistening on my brow, saliva and white cum dripping down my chin.
I looked at both virginal and whorish. I smiled, loving the lips, batting my baby-blues at the mirror as I took a pose.
I washed off and touched up my lipstick from the tube in my purse. Then I sauntered out of the bathroom, passing Deacon Bill in the hall. He didn’t look at me, but hurried to the worship auditorium. I sauntered after him.
“There you are,” my mother said when I stepped into the worship hall. Other members of the flock were filing in, taking their spots on the pews, some looking at the fliers printed on blue paper my mom and Donna put out. “What were you doing?”
“Talking to Deacon Bill about the upcoming outreach to the homeless,” I smiled.
“That’s wonderful of you,” she smiled. My mother was a beautiful woman in her high-necked, sleeveless dress. It was in a similar cut to mine, those hers was salmon pink. Her blonde hair was cut short and styled just like the First Lady’s. My mom thought Jackie Kennedy was a refined, elegant woman, the proper model for how one should dress and act.
I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. I almost giggled. I had just sucked a cock with these lips and now I was kissing my mother’s cheek with them. She would never suck a cock. She would never discover the joys I had learned.
I had a secret that made me feel far more of a woman than my mother even though she was twice my age.
We chattered and gossiped, me with my friends, none of the aware of my sexual awakening. They thought I was still so pure, so innocent. I put on my smile, pretending to be the good preacher’s daughter while my panties were still wet from my naughty activities. I savored the feel as I sat down in the front row beside my mother.
The choir sang, prayers were given, and communion passed around. A wicked flutter went through me as I ate the cracker and sipped the grape juice-we didn’t use wine like a Catholic. And then my father took to the pulpit and delivered his sermon.
“Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge,” my father boomed, his face hard and so handsome. His strong hands gripped the edge as he wore his black vestments, the collar starched white about his throat. “Hebrews 13:4.” He gazed out at the crowd. “Even in this room, sins of the flesh creep in. We must be vigilant against it, stay pure to the vows we swore before God, our commitment to him. For marriage…”
I smiled as I listened. He was such a hypocrite, railing against the very act he performed in this very church. I glanced to my left where the redheaded Donna sat beside her husband, nodding her head, agreeing with everything he said.
Was she imagining what it was like to commit adultery with my father? Was her pussy wet and juicy and itching for his cock?
Whore.