Preacher's Sinful Daughter Ch. 03

"On your feet right now, young lady." So stern. I shuddered. "Now!"

I stood, my pussy soaking my panties. "You sure you don't want a suck?"

"No. That is immoral. I'm married."

"So?"

"You're my student."

"I know," I moaned. God, he had never been sexier. "Maybe you want something else to keep silent." I drew up my skirt, baring my thighs. He stared at them, his breath quickening. Sweat broke out across his forehead. "I have other holes you can enjoy."

His hand snapped out, slapping mine from my skirt before I could unveil my panties. My wrist stung. I winced.

"Wanton slattern," he snarled and seized my hand in a crushing grip. "Come on. You have no idea how much trouble you're in."

I gasped as he yanked me behind him, almost tripping me. He pulled so hard, my arm ached at my shoulder socket. He was not happy at all. Which was such a shame. I could make him so happy, but he believed all those lies my daddy preached. I trailed after him. He led me into the school, my Mary Janes smacking on the tiles behind him. He dragged me to his classroom, shoved me in, and locked the door.

"I have a phone call to make," he said through it. "You sit down and think about your behavior."

Phone call? He was going to call home? Mother was home.

Panic shook me. If Mother found out, it would be the end of everything. She would keep me under lock-and-key. She already gave me almost daily reminders about how sinful masturbation was, and how good girls didn't touch themselves, and that sex was only for marriage. I could see the fear in her eyes that I would be naughty.

It always made me so wet to fuck Daddy after her lectures.

But now... My face paled. My heart exploded. I rushed at the door handle and seized it, twisting it futilely. I pounded on the hard door as his footsteps retreated. Tears burst in my eyes. I gave a final, hard tug on the handle.

It didn't budge.

I stumbled back.

It was all over. All because of that uptight-bitch Carolyn had to rat me out. What a dirty sow. I sat down on the nearest desk, pressing my face into my hands, and cried. I was in so much trouble. My shoulders shook as the tears poured out. Mother would ground me for life. I would never leave the house. I would never get to have fun.

It wasn't fair. I can't believe Mr. Thompson turned down my mouth and cunt. Doesn't he know how good I was? I would take him to heaven. Deacon Bill Paxtor at church loved my blowjobs. Last Sunday, I let him fuck me for the first time. He wasn't as good as Daddy, but I still came anyways, and the Deacon had howled, "I love your tight, eighteen-year-old cunt," as he pounded me.

It was Grade-A, barely legal pussy. Mr. Thompson should be thrilled that I was offering it to him free of charge.

My tears slowed. I lowered my hands, glancing at the clock. Five minutes had passed. I felt drained, dead. It was all over. I slumped in the chair, staring at my hands folded before me while the second hand ticked. And ticked.

The sound echoed through the room. I never realized how loud the clock was. Normally, the classroom was full of students with Mr. Thompson lecturing or asking questions. Even during tests, there was the sound of twenty pencils writing, other people breathing, desks creaking, drowning out the annoying tick, tick, tick.

I squirmed. I leaned my head back. How much trouble was I in? How furious would Mother be? She never became angry unless I did something really bad. Normally, she was so calm and cool, reserved like a proper housewife. "If emotions rule your actions, then you can't rule your household," she would say to me if I ever threw a fit as a child.

She could give Mrs. Cleaver lessons in being a model housewife.

Finally, footsteps approached. My stomach clenched. I sat up straight, wiping at my eyes. Even when I was in trouble, Mother would want me looking my best. I folded my hands before me, my deep breaths making me so aware of how my dress emphasized my breasts. She would be aghast. She would find out about my secret clothing and naughty bras and panties.

The door opened. I swallowed as Mr. Thompson held it ajar, ushering in my parent. But it wasn't my mother, looking like a clone of the First Lady, who strode in. It was my father. His stern gaze fell on me. He looked so strong, so authoritative, especially with the wings of gray sweeping from his temples. He wore his black suit, his loafers polished to a shine.

"Alexandra," he said with a bark. "Stand up."

"Yes, Father," I said, hearing the anger crack in his voice.

"Now Mr. Thompson tells me you have been sucking cocks behind the school for money."

"I have, Father," I said. He knew that. I told him last night.

"He further told me that you offered both your mouth and that sinful harlot's hole between your thighs as a bribe to keep his silence."

My cheeks pinked. His voice was so stern. Mr. Thompson nodded his head, watching me. I answered clearly, "I did, Father."

"And he refused?"

"Yes, Father."

Daddy turned on Mr. Thompson. "Why?"

The teacher blinked. "Excuse me, Reverend?"

"Why did you refuse my daughter?"

Incredulity crossed Mr. Thompson's face. "Because it would be immoral. She's eighteen, I'm married, and she's my student."

Daddy seized my braid and yanked me to Mr. Thompson's desk. He threw me over it, the edge biting into my stomach, my arm knocking over a coffee mug which shattered on the floor. He pushed me down, bending me over it, and flipped up my skirt, revealing my panty-clad ass. Mr. Thompson watched, his jaw hanging open.

Daddy ripped down my panties. He ran a finger through my pussy, stirring heat through me. Juices flowed as the tip of his finger parted my vulva, stroking inside. Daddy stared at Mr. Thompson and growled, "You resisted this hot, pink hole?"

"Reverend." The teacher's words came out strangled. "What is going on?"

"You had the will power to resist sticking your aching cock into her tight, barely legal cunt?" Daddy shoved his finger into me. I moaned, shuddering, wiggling my hips. "You are telling me you've never lusted after Alexandra and her big tits? You've never wanted to ram your dick into her hot, tight cunt and feel her wiggle and gasp as you fucked her?" Daddy pumped his fingers in and out of me faster and faster. "Are you that pure of man? Are you gay?"

"Gay?" The man grunted. "No, no. I'm married."

"Then why don't you want to get your dick wet? She's such a whore. Look at her. She's already gasping. Her hot pussy is sucking at my finger. She needs a cock to ram into her cunt. What are you waiting on? How can you resist this sinful hole?"

"You want me to fuck your daughter?'

"I want you to fuck this whore, unless you are pure. Unless she stirs no sin in you. She's taunted you all year, waring those tight blouses, showing off her magnificent tits. Show them to him, Alexandra. Let him see the objects which stirred such vile lusts in him."

"Yes, Father."

Daddy pulled his finger out of my pussy. I shuddered and stood up. I reached behind me, unzipping my dress. I shrugged it off of me, revealing my bra, white with stiff boning to lift my tits into two mounds thrusting before me. Mr. Thompson stared at them, his eyes wide. I reached behind me as Daddy yanked my dress off my hips and unhooked my bra.

"Lord, have mercy," groaned the teacher as I unveiled my large, round, pillowy tits. They jiggled before me, nipples pink and hard. He swallowed and took a step forward, hands clenching.

Daddy grasped my tits from behind, squeezing them. "How can you resist this body? She is temptation given flesh. Her mother and I tried to raise her right, but a sinful, wanton whore lives in her cunt, driving her to depraved acts."

"So depraved," I moaned. "Please, Mr. Thompson, use me. Enjoy me. I'm so wet and horny. I want your cock in me. Please."

"How can you resist?" Daddy asked.

The teacher groaned, and then his hands shot to my tits, squeezing them. Daddy moved his hands away, giving my teacher unfettered access to my breasts. Mr. Thompson leaned down, his breath washing over my nipples.

"So firm," he groaned. "I haven't held a pair of tits like this in twenty years." His fingers brushed my nipples. I shuddered. "Such a responsive slut."

"So responsive, sir," I moaned.

Then gasped as he sucked on my right nipple. I shuddered, the pleasure shooting down to my pussy. Behind me, Daddy knelt, his hands yanking down my panties. He kissed my ass and bit it as his hands stroked my thighs. I kicked my feet, shaking off my panties, standing there only in my knee-high socks and Mary Janes.

Mr. Thompson squeezed and kneaded my tits. His mouth sucked so hard. My head tossed back, the pleasure shooting through my body. I moaned, undulating, my pussy so hot and juicy and in need of being fucked. I burned for a cock to enter me.

My hands shot down to Mr. Thompson's crotch. I squeezed his dick through his pants and underwear. He groaned about my nipple, sending tingling rushes to my cunt. He felt so hard. I grinned, licking my lips.

"Oh, Mr. Thompson, we're going to have so much fun."

He didn't answer, but only kept sucking. While he did that, Daddy parted my butt-cheeks. My eyes widened as his stubbly cheeks pressed into my crack, caressing sensitive flesh, and his tongue rimmed my asshole.

"Daddy, oh, that's dirty," I groaned. I had seen anal in the porno theater, the women grunting and moaning as they were sodomized. It looked like it hurt as much as it felt good. I was a little afraid of it, and Daddy had never offered.

And now his tongue licked and rimmed my sphincter, sending strange, tingling delight shooting to my wet pussy. I groaned, squeezing Mr. Thompson's cock harder as Daddy's tongue probed into my asshole, pushing past my resisting sphincter. He swirled it around, and I gasped, tossing back my head.

It was so wicked. So amazingly nasty. I loved it. My pussy leaked juices down my thighs. I shuddered, one hand stroking Mr. Thompson's thinning hair, the other unzipping his slacks. I reached in, pushing my hand through the slit in his boxers and pulling out his hard cock.

He moaned about my nipple then released it. "Alexandra," he panted, eyes burning with lust. "This is..."

"Amazing," I purred as I pressed his face between my tits and stroked his dick. "Mmm, it is. I can't wait to fuck you."

Daddy growled, hands squeezing my butt-cheeks as his tongue fucked deeper into my asshole. I gasped, my pussy and asshole both clenching at the wonderful sensations he created. My hips writhed, my nipples aching as Mr. Thompson reveled between my tits, savoring the feel of them against his face.

It was time to be fucked. I couldn't take it any longer. My pussy was juicy, and Daddy did such naughty things to my asshole. I let go of Mr. Thompson's cock and pushed him back. He pressed against the desk and sat on it, his cock waving before him, thrust out through the fly of his pants. He stare at me, groaning.

"Yes, it's time to feel my hot cunt sliding up and down your cock, Mr. Thompson," I purred. "Aren't I the best student?"

"The whorish," he groaned, seizing my hips, pulling me to him.

I mounted him, which meant Daddy had to stop tonguing my ass. My knees pressed into the wood of his desk as I wiggled my hips, lowering my snatch to his waiting cock. My cunt brushed the tip of his dick, and I groaned, savoring how wicked it was, his cock sliding through my pussy lips. He moaned, hands seizing my hips and pulling me down his shaft.

"Mr. Thompson," I gasped as his dick slammed into my depths.

My pussy took him to the hilt. I groaned, gripping his shaft with my tight sheath, my heaving breasts pressing into his shirt and tie. His hands tightened about my hips, a low moan escaping his lips as he savored how tight I was.

"See, Sir, isn't that an amazing cunt?" I purred, staring into his eyes. "Easily worth an A."

"Yes," he groaned. "An A. So long..."

"As you get a taste whenever you want." I grinned. "Of course. You're so sexy. Not as sexy as my daddy, but..." I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on his cock. "I love older men."

"I can see that, Alexandra," Mr. Thompson groaned as I slid slowly up his cock, taking my time, my cunt gripping his dick.

It was heavenly. I savored the slid of my teacher's dick in my pussy while I felt Daddy's eyes on me. I sank down Mr. Thompson's dick and threw a look over my shoulder. He was already unzipping his slacks, pulling out that wonderful cock I loved. It thrust from the forest of dark curls.

"You'll just have to wait your turn, Daddy," I moaned. "Mr. Thompson needs to have his cock serviced."

"Yes," groaned Mr. Thompson. "Oh, yes. Oh, fuck, that's good. Barely legal cunt. Damn, I forgot what this was like."

I loved his curses. My pussy clenched down on his shaft as I worked up and down his cock faster and faster. My hips swiveled, my juices leaking out of my cunt and running down his shaft while my teacher buried his face into my breasts, rubbing his cheeks against them, loving them. He groaned and gasped, kissing and licking everywhere, sliding his hands from my hips to my tits.

"I think I have to insist on fucking you right now, Alexandra," Daddy said, his voice stern.

"How, Daddy?" I gasped. "I don't think I can suck your cock right now."

He pulled out a small can of vaseline from his jacket pocket, unscrewing the lid. I frowned as he rubbed the glistening substance on his dick, and then my eyes widened in comprehension. My ass clenched as I slammed down Mr. Thompson's dick.

"Yes, Daddy," I gasped. "I was wrong to be afraid. I'm a whore. Oh, Daddy, this is just like the film we watched. Both men fucking the whore."

"What?" Mr. Thompson groaned from between my tits as Daddy advanced with his lubed cock.

I shuddered, eager for my first experience with anal. I gasped as Daddy rubbed his dick between the crack of my ass, sliding up and down, searching for my sphincter. He brushed it, the vaseline slick.

"Fuck my ass, Daddy," I moaned.

"Ass?" Mr. Thompson lifted his face and stared into my baby blues. "What? He's going to sodomize you?"

"Yes!" I screamed as Daddy thrust.

My sphincter resisted, just like my maidenhead had. But Daddy couldn't be stopped. His dick pressed forward, forcing its way past my tight opening. I gasped, my eyes widening, my pussy clenching on Mr. Thompson's dick as Daddy's shaft worked deeper and deeper into my bowels. My back arched, pressing my tits into my teacher's face.

Wordless grunts escaped my lips as Daddy's cock worked deeper and deeper into my bowels. He was so huge. I felt so stuffed. I couldn't believe it. My pussy grew even tighter around Mr. Thompson's dick as Daddy's cock wormed in deeper.

Two dicks were in me. I was such a whore. Mother would be so ashamed to see me right now.

I came.

My orgasm exploded out of the depths of my cunt. My pussy and asshole both clenched about their dicks while I thrashed and moaned. Rapture crashed out of my pussy and whipped through my body. It smothered my brain in bliss. My eyes fluttered as my spasming body worked both my holes up and down those amazing cocks.

"Daddy, yes, yes, yes," I gasped out as the pleasure writhed through my body.

The two dicks worked in me. Mr. Thompson sucked on my nipples as my hips moved. Daddy's cock pumped in and out of me, slamming into my bowels, his balls slapping into my taint. He grunted with each thrust, fucking me harder and harder.

The friction was intense. Both my pussy and bowels drank in the friction of their dicks caressing my sensitive flesh. My clit throbbed as I ground it into Mr. Thompson's crotch, and my nipple ached in my teacher's sucking mouth. He squeezed my tits, moaning about my nub, savoring the delight of my barely legal cunt.

"What a harlot," Daddy growled. "Can you feel the sin she churns in her cunt, Fred?"

"Yes," my teacher gasped, spitting out my nipple. "Lord, yes. She's convulsing. She's cumming so fucking hard. What a whore."

"Such a whore. A brazen slut that tempts every man who meets her to sin in her body. Hear her gasps. We tried to keep her pure, but she is a slut! Her cunt controls her!"

"It does, Daddy," I screamed out, a second orgasm shooting through me. I loved his demeaning words. I was a slut. A whore. A hussy. A strumpet. A harlot. I loved tempting men into sinning with my body. It was wonderful. "Fuck my ass, Daddy. Cum in me. Both of you, dump your cum into my sinful holes. I need it. Please, please, please, Daddy! Please, Mr. Thompson. Use me!"

"Christ!" grunted my teacher, his hands squeezing my tits so hard. His back arched and his hips thrust up as I slammed my cunt down on his dick. My spasming hole milked his cock.

He erupted into my cunt. I shuddered, savoring the wonderful thrill of his cum pumping into the depths of my young snatch. I fell forward on him, undulating my hips, grinding my clit, and gasping as a third orgasm exploded hard through me.

My vision swam and danced as Daddy rammed his dick into me, driving me against the teacher. His balls slapped so loudly against my flesh. He grunted, his cock fucking into my convulsing bowels. He nuzzled at my neck, kissing, biting.

"Harlot," he growled.

"Cum in me, Daddy," I moaned.

His balls thwacked hard into me as he buried into my asshole, my butt-jiggling from his groin. His dick spasmed in my bowels. Hot cum shot into my depth. I smiled, savoring the thrill of having two men's cum filling my body. Both my holes.

I was a true whore now.

"Oh, Daddy, yes," I panted as he shoved a silver dollar into my hand. I gripped the coin and groaned as he pulled his softening dick out of my asshole.

"Get dressed, whore," Daddy grunted. "I'll drive you home."

"Yes, Daddy," I smiled, my heart racing.

Mr. Thompson didn't look at me as I dressed. It made me feel so shameful, which only made me wetter. I pulled on my panties, cum leaking out of my holes. My bra and dress came on, then I took Daddy's arm and he escorted me to his car. Mother was surprised to see him drop me off at home.

"I had to have a quick meeting with her teacher," Daddy said. "Mr. Thompson was quite impressed with her."

"Oh, that's wonderful," Mother said, giving me a hug. She inhaled. "Oh, dear, what have you been doing? Were you running around school?"

"I didn't get a chance to shower after PE," I lied.

"Well, I won't abide that. You march upstairs and shower right now," she said. "No daughter of mine will smell."

"Yes, Mother," I said. She didn't realize that musk was cum. Daddy's and Mr. Thompson's cum.

Daddy found time to slip into the shower and fuck me again while the water sprayed over us. Mother had no idea. She was so happy that I was doing good in school, she let me have an extra piece of pie after dinner--her strawberry-rhubarb was the best.

What a great reward for being the school's whore.

The next day, I cornered Peter, and he lost his virginity for five dollars. I managed to cum despite how fast he popped off, excited that I was giving him his first taste of a woman's sinful cunt. That started a new business, but one that didn't see too many customers after I took the virginity of every boy in school.

But they all still lined up for their blowjobs, and Mr. Thompson, of course, had his use of any of my holes. He had quite a fondness for my ass. He used me about once a week. He couldn't look at me for a day or two after, but then he would stare at me, lust in his eyes, and I knew it would be time to earn my A again.

None of my friends spoke to me any longer, but I didn't care. I loved being the most sinful preacher's daughter in the world. Summer Break was coming up, and I couldn't wait for the naughty "outreach ministry" Daddy had planned for us.

Maybe we'd go back to the Sunset Playhouse. Or maybe I'd get to put my go go boots to use and dance at the club.