“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 him, riding the pleasure he gave me.
My pussy drank in every lick and flutter of his tongue. His every caress made me moan louder and louder. The pleasure swelled in me. My thighs tightened about his head. My calves crossed, and I pulled him tight into my flesh.
“What a whore,” he growled. “So hot and horny. You can’t wait for my dick.”
“I can’t,” I moaned.
“Making a preacher sin. What a vile hussy.”
“So vile, Da … Preacher.” My face contorted as I humped against him.
His fingers found my fat nipples. I knew from the locker room, mine were bigger than most sixteen year old’s nubs. He twisted and played with them. I squealed with each one, humping harder against his hungry mouth as he pinched them. Every roll of his fingers shot bliss down to my pussy, only making me juicer.
And he drank down my juices. He loved them. I could hear it in his every lick and sigh. He devoured me. My neck stretched and arched, the crown of my head pressing against the wall. My butt clenched as I shuddered.
My back arched. “Preacher!” I screamed as my pussy exploded. “Yes, yes, yes. Lick my sinful hole.”
He groaned his pleasure, his fingers pinching hard at my nipples as he drank down the juices flooding out of my pussy. A powerful orgasm rippled through my body. The table creaked beneath me as I writhed. My head tossed back and forth as I moaned and gasped. The pleasure boiled my mind. Lights flashed through the dark room as my nerves drank in the sweet delight.
“What a whore,” he growled. “Cumming in the church.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“I bet your cunt is eager to feast on my cock. On a preacher’s married dick.”
“It is. I am such a slut, Preacher. Just the worse. I need it in me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my cherry. I need it. My sinful hole needs your cock in me. Please, please, Daddy!”
My words echoed through the room as he licked and sucked. I gasped and heaved, feverish with delight as his licking tongue sent another explosion of bliss surging through me. He ate me with such gusto. He loved my pussy. His fingers pinched and rolled as he growled, devouring all the juices flooding out of me.
And then he rose, forcing my legs apart.
They fell limp to his side. He stood above me. I could make out his chest hairs, my eyes adjusted enough to see his face, his eyes. He licked his lips as he loomed over me. He planted his hands on either side of me on the table, his dick rubbing against my burning flesh.
“Reach down and guide my dick to your sinful hole, slut,” he snarled.
“Yes, Da … Preacher,” I moaned. Did I say Daddy while I was cumming? I thought I might have, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t notice.
No, he couldn’t know the busty teen before him was his daughter. He had no idea just how much of a sin this next part would be. Hot, taboo, incestuous sin.
I grasped his dick. He was bigger than Deacon Bill. A momentary flutter of fear shot through me as I rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy. But only for a moment. I was so wet, so horny, and his cock felt so amazing on the folds of my pussy. Wet and dripping. I moved him down until he pressed on my hymen.
“Take my cherry, Preacher,” I moaned. “Please, please, pop it. I need you in me.”
“Yes, you do, Alexandra.”
He knew. Before I could say anything, he thrust. My father’s cock ripped through my hymen, shredding it as easily as it were made of cheesecloth. Pain flared for a moment and then his dick was buried into my wet depths. I gasped, shuddering as he moved deeper and deeper. Pleasure I didn’t know existed rippled out of my cunt. My sheath clung to him, the friction so wonderful.
“H-how did you know?” I gasped as I felt his balls smack against me.
“I recognized the lip print and the $5 dollar bill. The only crisp, new $5 in there. Just like the one I gave your mother so you could drop it in the collection plate.”
I shuddered as he drew back. My thighs wrapped about him. I moaned, savoring the wonderful friction, as his dick drew back until only the tip remained in me. And then he thrust into my incestuous depths.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. “Fuck your naughty daughter.”