“You’ll see, Diana. Just relax.” She felt his hands roll up her skirt over her butt. She let out a squeak of surprise as the priest’s hands slid under the waistband of her pink panties and pulled them down around her thighs. Father Bland groaned as she felt his hands sliding over her bottom, squeezing the firm cheeks.
Lucas was close to having a stroke as he mauled the eighteen-year-old ass with both hands, his wet erection throbbing with lust. Damn, he hadn’t fucked a pussy in a while, not since those hookers he tried after his epiphany. And even then, he’d had to use a condom. Now the little virgin slice was in front of him, pink and fresh. He just couldn’t take it anymore.
The boner was hot in his hand as he guided it to the pretty young labia. He fancied he could feel the heat coming from the cunt before he even touched it. Then his lubed cockhead was between them, just inside the gorgeous lips.
“Oh, Father!” She exclaimed, tensing. “What are you doing?”
He had to clear his throat before he could speak. “Just relax, Diana. If you want to please your father, this is what you’ll have to do.”
“I don’t know, it feels weird.” She complained.
“Just think of your father. Now this will sting a little bit, but only the first time. Then, uh, when your father does it later, it won’t hurt at all.”
“I don’t know,” She whined again, looking over her bare shoulder at him. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“Shush, child. Now stay still.”
Oh my Lord, Lucas thought, don’t let me cum too fast. It was like he had to control his urge to spurt already. The head of his cock was just inside the hot hole and he could feel the bare tip rubbing against the wall of her hymen. He kneaded her ass with his free hand, trying to will his sperm back down. There was nothing for it. He was going to just have to stick it in and see how he went.
With one thrust of his hips, he felt her barrier break. His straining cock split the teenage hymen, its lubed length sliding easily inside her. She squealed as he sunk himself into her young flesh, his eyes crossing with pleasure, mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy.
“Ouch. Ouch, Father, it hurts.”
“Unnn, yeah,” He groaned, his whole cock in the tight pussy. “Ooo, just stay still, child. Just hang on. Think of, oooh, your Daddy.”
This was the best pussy of Lucas’ limited experience. Not even Miranda Wesley, the glorious dark-skinned teenager who had been his first, had felt this good. This young hole was so tight and hot, his dick felt like it was in an oven of wondrous flesh. It was so good, it surely wasn’t going to last long. He pulled out almost to the tip and slid slowly back in, relishing every centimetre of insertion. The hot brunette on his dick whimpered, letting him impale her.
It was just too much, too good. He wrapped one hand in her skirt and started slamming her, driving his hips against her toned buttocks. Diana was squealing, trying to hold herself steady under the furious pounding. Gasping for breath, he reached around her with his other hand and roughly grabbed a perfect round tit, the firm flesh glorious under his fingers. He doggied the luscious teenager without control; ramming his cock into her new pussy, crushing her tit, hauling on her skirt to bury himself as deep as possible.
Cum was welling up from his balls. He kept fucking that just-deflowered cunt until the last fraction of a second, until the sperm was in his shaft and shooting up. With a roar he pulled out, his muscles clenching as his cock sprayed cum over the teen ass. Ropes of sperm splashed onto Diana’s thighs and back as he spurted in all directions. He clenched the squeaking girl’s tits as he came on her, until he finished and reeled back. Head spinning dizzily, he slumped into his chair.
Eventually Diana turned her head to look at him. “Father? Is it over?”
“Yes, my child,” He said dreamily. “You were perfect. Just perfect.”
“Can I move now?”
“Yes, dear, of course.”
Diana turned around, sitting wearily on the desk. She looked at his cock, then down at her crotch.
“Oh no, Father, I’m bleeding!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, Diana. It’s just a little bit and just the first time. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll tell you what to do about your Daddy, you lovely girl.”
Diana fought down her panic. She guessed it hadn’t been too bad. And with Daddy, she guessed it could even be fun.
***
The door opened a crack and Joe Takchi peered out into the hallway. It was night time and his wife had gone to do her late shift. As soon as she had left, he had hidden himself in his study and locked the door. Occasionally he had heard his daughter walking past, though thankfully she hadn’t knocked. It was almost more than he could stand to hear her pleading for him to come out, to let her suck his cock.
Ever since Diana had sucked him off in the pool, his mind had been a whirl of lust and guilt. At the same time as he couldn’t believe what he had done, he desperately wanted to do it again. Her perfect body, her perfect mouth, all of it had been perfect. Yet so wrong.
He would have loved to stay in his room, but it had been a long day and he felt sweaty and dirty. He had foregone a shower the previous night to avoid Diana. The smell of his own body assaulted his nostrils. His skin itched and he couldn’t take it. He was going to have to have a shower, which meant getting to the bathroom.
The house seemed quiet. Diana must be in another room, maybe doing her homework or re-reading the Bible. In his mind she was wearing her skimpy bikini, her breasts swelling out over the thin material. Oh God, it was so wrong to feel this way, with an erection for his own daughter.
Joe eased the door open and crept out into the hallway, leaving the lights off. Total silence, as though the house was empty. Diana had to be here somewhere, her tight little body, her warm lips… No! He had to stop. His head and his cock throbbing, Joe tip-toed down the hall, passing open doors warily. Finally he made it to the bathroom and jumped in, closing and locking the door.
A long, relieved breath, leaning against the door. Joe flicked on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. His face looked flushed and drawn, turned on and turned off at the same time. After checking the lock again he stripped off, trying to ignore his raging boner. He looked at himself dejectedly in the mirror, his fit body filling him with a perverse disgust. What kind of pervert was he?
Feeling dirty in more than one way, he checked the lock again and got into the shower. The hot spray felt great as he soaped away the grime. As he soaped his still-hard penis and rinsed it under the warm water, he couldn’t help but remember being in the pool with Diana, feeling his daughter’s hot body against him. Absentmindedly he started stroking himself, thinking of her mouth on him, of his sperm on her face. Damn, why did it have to be so good?
A loud click startled him, audible even over the shower. Joe looked up in surprise to see the bathroom door swing open. Standing in the doorway was Diana, her dark chocolate hair loose on her bare shoulders, a white towel wrapped around her body. Her long tanned legs were bare from high up the thigh. She was smiling, a little nervously. In her hand was a key.