Preacher's Sinful Daughter Ch. 05

"I have been so looking forward to this," the woman purred. I could see their legs. She wore a black dress that fell to her mid-thigh, then sheer, black nylons leading to high heels. They were so sleek and beautiful. Daddy's hands were on her ass. I couldn't see any higher than that. They were kissing again. Daddy's hand moved around her hip, pressing between them.

Rubbing at her crotch.

The woman squealed, breaking the kiss. "Oh, Gary, yes, I need this so badly. I've been thinking about it since yesterday. Do you love my dress?"

"Beautiful," he groaned. "You always buy the perfect dresses. You know what I like."

"Mmm, yes. And what wicked delights do you have planned for us tonight? Any other parties joining us?"

"It's a surprise," Daddy answered.

"Oh, yes, I hope you brought that Black man with the huge cock again. I came soooo hard last time."

I groaned. The woman was such a whore. I bet her husband had no idea. And a Black man... Just the idea sent a mad shudder through me. What would it be like to be with a colored man? It would be such a scandal if anyone knew. Why hadn't I ever thought about it? Black hands stroking my ivory body... And a huge cock. One bigger than Daddy's?

Yes, please.

They kissed again, moving towards the bed, the woman moaning and sighing. A zipper rasped. Her dress slipped off her body as she wiggled, exposing a pair of red panties covering her ass. They were bright, ruffled along the waistband. Her ass had such a sensual curve to it. She wore a matching garter belt to hold up her dark stockings. And, like me, she wore her panties over them.

She fell back on the bed, bouncing. I could just see the side of her body up to her breasts, her head out of sight. Her bra was also red, so bright, constraining large breasts. Was it Missy D out there? But this voice was lower, huskier than the breathy dancer.

It couldn't be Donna. Not with tits that large. My teacher, Miss Wendal, was that busty. And Mrs. Carpenter from church. She was an older woman with a low voice. My breath quickened. Was it my Sunday School teacher on the bed?

"What are those for?" the woman purred.

"Ties to bind your naughty hands," Daddy said. "I don't want you taking off your blindfold before I'm ready."

"Mmm, and a blindfold to drive me wild. You are amazing, Gary," the woman moaned, purring her delight. It was so sensual, so wanton. This woman exuded sex. I couldn't think of anyone I knew who acted this wanton. Maybe I didn't know her at all.

How disappointing.

I could see Daddy moving on the bed, blocking the woman from sight. Silk rasped. It took me a moment to realize he was binding her arms to the bed's post, I could see just the hint of her armpit exposed by her arm extended over my head if I craned my neck, shaved smooth like a proper lady.

"Oh, this is wicked," moaned the woman. "Yes, yes, the blindfold is just perfect, Gary. Oh, you know me too well."

"I love pleasing your sinful body," he groaned. "You've tempted me since we met. The things you've led me into, woman."

This woman...led Daddy into sin? Was she the first woman he cheated on Mother with? The one who tempted him and led him astray, transforming the right and honorable Reverend Gary Powell into a hypocrite?

Tonight was special.

"I know. I'm so wanton." The woman's thighs pressed together, nylons whisking. Her legs were so long and lush, her toes curling. "Oh, yes, I'm juicy. I need you."

"Patience," Daddy said. He moved to the foot of the bed. Clothing rustled as he undressed. I slid one hand down, pressing on the outside of my panties. I groaned, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing the sensitive nub through the flimsy cloth. I did it slowly, teasingly. I breathed faster as Daddy stripped. I could see the hint of his muscular torso. And then his pants came down, cock straining his boxers. Lastly, those were peeled off.

His dick thrust hard before him.

"You are a feast," Daddy groaned. "A succulent, tempting feast."

"Yes," the woman answered. "Eat me just the way I taught you. Devour me. Make me cum, Gary. You do it better than any other man or woman."

This woman was amazing. I loved her already. She was everything I wanted to be. I rubbed harder, my fingers digging into my panties as Daddy knelt on the bed, leaning down, kissing at the woman's sleek thighs. He looked so strong as he moved his hands up her legs, so possessive. He knew he owned this woman. His hands reached her panties, drawing them down.

Blonde curls. "Mrs. Carpenter," I breathed. Yes, yes, the older, mature beauty was this woman. She had a low voice, almost smoky, and she was so gorgeous. Breathtaking. She had seduced her preacher into sin.

A wanton hussy.

Daddy nuzzled into her pussy, licking, tonguing. I knew first hand how amazing his tongue was. I had this woman to thank for Daddy's skill at cunnilingus. He licked and groaned, hands stroking her stomach while he pleasured her. I felt every one of his licks thanks to my memories. I trembled, my heart racing as I watched her thighs twitch and heard her silken bonds strain. Her breasts rose and fell as she moaned and sighed.

Daddy grew more and more passionate. His hand stroked up her flat stomach, squeezing her breasts through her bra as he devoured her. Mrs. Carpenter humped him back, grinding her pussy on his face, her soft sights filling the room along with the whisk of her nylons rubbing on Daddy's flesh.

"Oh, Gary, yes," she moaned. "I love it. Mmm, yes, lick my little clit. Oh, yes. I need a cum so badly."

My left hand, playing with my tits, found the clasp on the front of my bra, hidden by a cute bow. I twisted. The cups spilled away, my tits bouncing free. I twisted my nipple, fighting against a groan as I watched Daddy feast and devour. I rubbed harder at my clit, backing off every time I felt an orgasm swell in me.

Not yet.

And then Mrs. Carpenter came. She moaned and gasped with wordless pleasure, humping hard into Daddy's face. He devoured her, gripping her ass, holding her pussy tight against his mouth. She bucked, arched, tits jiggling in her bra, demanding to be set free.

And then Daddy rose. "Sinful harlot," he growled, lips smeared with Mrs. Carpenter's juices. He seized her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy's depths. "This is what you did. You caused this to happen."

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "I'm such a whore. Oh, I made you so hard. Fuck me. Dump your cum into me. Lord, yes. Pound my cunt. Make me cum again and again on your wonderful cock, Gary. Oh, yes, I love it!"

He fucked her like a man possessed. His strokes possessed far more passion than I had seen when he pounded Donna Paxtor bent over his desk. He held Mrs. Carpenter's hips, lifting her up from the bed as he reamed her. The older woman's tits bounced and jiggled in her bra. The bed posts groaned as her arms must be pulling on them.

I stopped rubbing my clit and just watched the passion. Daddy's muscles rippled as he pounded her. His head threw back. He growled and grunted. He was an animal. I shuddered, savoring it. Loving how he fucked Mrs. Carpenter, possessed by sin, satiating himself in her wanton hole.

"Yes, yes, yes," I whispered, trembling in awe over the lust I watched. "Fuck her. Cum in her."

It was almost like Daddy heard me. He snapped his head back. He growled and slammed into her cunt. "That's what you get, whore. You wanted to make me hard. You wore that dress. You inflamed my lusts, slut."

"Yes, I did," moaned Mrs. Carpenter as Daddy flooded her married cunt. "Oh, yes. I 'm such a slut. Remember the first time you watched me with another man."

"Yes," he snarled. "The cabana boy."

"The way he fucked me while you jerked your cock, watching his ass pump and writhe.? The woman shuddered. "What a lover he was. And so golden-skinned... You jerked your cock and came so hard, enraptured by the sinful sight, watching in disbelief, not even understanding why you found it so hot. But I taught you.."

"Yes," he groaned, his back arching. "I learned you were a harlot that night, and I was so weak for enjoying it."

"So weak," moaned Mrs. Carpenter. "Mmm, yes. That was wonderful, Gary. Oh, I came so hard again. I love feeling your cum spurt into me. You are the best lover I ever trained."

I shuddered. She had trained other men. I loved this woman. She was my idol. I wanted to be her.

Daddy pulled his dick out of her pussy, the shaft softening. It was coated in her juices. He breathed heavily as he crawled back and reached the edge of the bed. He stood there for a moment, fist clenched, his breathing slowing, regaining control. Then he marched to the closet.

"Time for your surprise, whore," Daddy growled and wrenched open the closet doors.

"Oh, what's in there?" Mrs. Carpenter asked. "Sex toys? Or was someone hiding in there?"

Daddy stared into my eyes as he towered over me. He smiled at my bare tits then mouthed, "You wanted to be a whore, get to it."

He stepped aside, and I boldly marched into the room. I cast my gaze up Mrs. Carpenter's body, seeing her blonde curls matted with her juices and Daddy's cum, her sleek belly, her breasts still contained in her bra, her blonde hair piled about...

A face I knew.

But not Mrs. Carpenter's face.

I almost blurted out, "Mother."

My head swam as I stared at my mother. Even with the blindfold on, a black sleeping mask with crimson lace around it, I would recognize her features, the color of her hair, the way her lips pursed. My mother was a wanton whore? But she acted so prim and proper.

"Oh, who is it?" she moaned. "Another bronze-skinned Latino. Mmm, we had a wild honeymoon."

"We did," Daddy groaned. "I will never forget you and the cabana boy."

My eyes widened. Mother had fucked another man on their honeymoon? She had led Daddy into sin? My mind couldn't comprehend this revelation. Why did she always try to tell me not to have sex? Realization struck me. She was even more of a hypocrite than Daddy.

My prim, proper Mother was the greatest hypocrite of all time. A whore pretending to be a moral preacher's wife.

My mind didn't work, but my body did. I moved to the bed, drawn to the sight of her body. To her pussy. She dripped with Daddy's cum. I knelt between her thighs. She shifted, head moving, blind. She had no idea her daughter was between her thighs. I touched her hot flesh, sliding up her legs to her pussy.

"Ooh, a woman," moaned Mother. "Oh, that's so wicked. Mmm, and she feels young. One of Alexandra's friends?"

Daddy didn't answer. He watched, eyes hungry. He wanted me to do this. To please my mother. And so did I. This was even more sinful than I could have imagined. I was a true whore, just like my mother.

I leaned down and licked at her pussy. It was a slow, hesitant lick, sliding through her thick pussy lips and gathering the salty cum and tangy pussy juices which leaked out. They melted on my tongue. My eyes widened, and the taboo thrill of tasting both my parents' juices on my lips rippled through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching as I bent down and licked again. And again.

"That's it, sweetie," Mother purred. "Mmm, don't be afraid. Just lick me. Enjoy. Is it your first time?" She laughed. "Of course it is. Savor it."

Her voice was so sensual. She was talking different than I was used to, not her airy, breathy self, but sensual, husky. She had worn a mask when around me all my life, and now I was seeing the true woman. My true mother. I licked again, nuzzling, savoring the flavor of her pussy and Daddy's cum. She moaned her delight, her thighs brushing my cheeks, so soft.

"Oh, Gary, she is fluttering her tongue through my pussy like a delicious butterfly. You always had a letch for the young girls. Mmm, yes. Remember that girl we shared from Alexandra's school? The one who had just turned eighteen?"

"Carolyn," Daddy answered.

"We turned her into a whore, didn't we?" laughed Mother. "What a wonderful anniversary that was."

My eye widened as I licked. My parents went on a weekend trip for their anniversary in February right before I lost Ricky, my steady, to Carolyn. And they took Carolyn with them? Oh, my god. And here I thought she was a prude who just put out for Ricky to keep him. I bet she liked it when I kissed her a few months back.

And then that bitch tried to get me in trouble. Another hypocrite. Ooh, I would show her. I would corner her and lick her pussy hard.

I tongued mother's cunt with more confidence, remembering how Daddy would eat my pussy. Mother groaned, sighed, her hips undulating, grinding her hot flesh against my lips. I reveled in her tangy taste. She had such a rich flavor.

The cum ran out. I licked and nuzzled through her hot pussy, only tasting her tangy juices now. They poured out, coating my tongue. This was so amazing. No wonder Daddy loved licking my pussy. It was almost as good as sucking cocks. The velvety feel, the wonderful texture on my skin, the creamy juices. Hot and boiling. My tongue flicked up, licking her clit, nuzzling, sucking.

Teasing her.

She gasped, shuddered, hips undulating. I ran my fingers against her pussy lips. They were so much thicker than mine. I had a tight slit, but hers wasn't. All those years fucking all those cocks had transformed her pussy into something wonderful to lick and nuzzle at. I shoved two fingers into her depths, feeling her silky, elastic walls pressing around them.

The delight Daddy enjoyed.

"Oh, that's it, sweetie," moaned Mother. "Oh, you are getting into it. Finger me, you little dyke-slut. Oh, you are going to be after pussy as much as cock when you're finished. How long as my husband been cultivating you? I bet he's fucked you in the church."

"I have," Daddy said. "It's been months. Since late March."

"And you held her back from me for this long. Oh, you are wicked, Gary."

"She was worth your wait."

"Is she the slut I've heard rumors about? The one blowing boys behind the school?"

"Yes," Daddy answered.

Mother groaned again, her breasts jiggling in her bra. My pussy ached every time I licked and nuzzled at her flesh. The heat burned in my depths. I explored her pussy, driving her more and more wild, her arms pulling at the blue ties binding her to the bedposts.

Her pussy grew hotter. Juices flowed more and more. Her pussy clenched down on my plunging fingers. Her hot flesh wrapped so tight about them. It was sooo sinful. I fingered her faster and faster, driving her wild, making her squirm and gasp.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little dyke slut. Make me cum. Drink all my juices, harlot! Oh, yes! You sinful harlot! Oh, Lord, yes!"

Her body heaved. Her pussy convulsed about my fingers. I made my mother cum. It was hot. Her juices poured out of her depths. I drank them down, letting them flow over my lips and chin. The very pussy that birthed me spasmed on my digits. I lapped up her juices, so glad I had made her cum.

She heaved and gasped, her face twisting with pleasure. I made Mother cum. I pleased her like Daddy. This was so hot. This was so amazing. I had the best Daddy in the world for giving me this opportunity.

I glanced at him, pumping my fingers in and out of Mother's snatch. He watched with hot eyes, his dick thrusting hard before him again. Mother groaned and bucked a final time before collapsing, gasping for breath.

"Give her a kiss," Daddy said.

"Yes, yes, let me taste my cunt, you slutty dyke."

I crawled up Mother's body, kissing at her stomach. My breasts dragged across her belly as I reached her bra. I found that she had a front clasping bra, too. I unsnapped it. I groaned, savoring the sight of the tits I had nursed from as a child.

I sucked hard on a nipple. She gasped, squirming. She licked her lush lips. I burned to kiss them. I released her nipple, sliding up her body. Our large breasts pillowed together as I knelt between her thighs, my panty-covered pussy pressing against her hot cunt. I felt her heat bleed through my soaked panties as her legs wrapped about me.

"Oh, you are a busty one. Who is it?" Mother asked.

I leaned down and kissed my mother. I had stolen a kiss from her lips earlier, and now I enjoyed them. I savored them. She moaned, her lips working against mine. Her tongue thrust out, caressing my lips, tasting her tangy pussy juices. Our hard nipples kissed together, and my clit throbbed as we ground our pussies in sinful pleasure. I wished I had taken off my panties as we both squirmed and undulated.

She was so soft beneath me. Not like a man. It was wonderful. I smelled her perfume, savored the waxy coating of her lipstick. Our tongues danced, dueled. Her mouth was aggressive but not strong, not possessive like Daddy's.

"You two are quite the sight," Daddy said, moving behind me on the bed. "I have to fuck her."

Mother broke the kiss. "Yes, yes, fuck her. Pound her naughty, barely legal cunt."

Daddy didn't pull off my panties. He ripped them. With a powerful yank, they tore at my right hip, coming free. Suddenly, my naked pussy pressed against Mother's hot flesh. I groaned at the hot, incestuous kiss of our clits grinding together.

And then Daddy thrust his cock into me. I was sandwiched between my parents. A low moan escaped my throat as my cunt clenched down on Daddy's thick cock ramming all the way into my depths, stirring my delight.

"Take off her blindfold, harlot," Daddy groaned.

It was the moment of revelation. I trembled, my hands sliding up Mother's face. I reached the sleeping mask as Daddy's cock slammed into my cunt again, his balls thwacking against our clits. I pushed up the mask and stared into Mother's blue eyes.

They widened. "Alexandra?"

"Hello, Mother."

"Your daughter is just as much a whore as you are," Daddy grunted, leaning over the both of us, ramming his dick into me. "She sent me a note, wanting to seduce me. She lured me into the baptismal room where she waited naked, wanton, eager to be fucked. We failed to raise her properly."

"But we tried so hard," Mother moaned, grinding beneath me. "We tried to keep her from sin."

"She's your daughter, slut," growled Daddy. "As wanton as you are. She blows her classmates behind the school, she fucks her teachers for good grades, she dances at the Pink Velvet and fucks the customers for $10. She's been to the Sunset Playhouse."

"The glory hole?" Mother asked. Then she stared into my eyes as she writhed beneath me. A smile crossed her lips. "Did you suck all the cocks at the glory hole?"

"I did, Mother. For a dollar."

"Oh, Mommy raised a wicked, depraved daughter," she groaned. "I tried so hard to keep you from this. But you have my blood and my hot cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Mommy," I moaned. I loved calling her Mommy as we writhed in incestuous passion. Just like I loved saying Daddy when he was in me. "I've had so much fun. Daddy and the other men have fucked me together. They've cum on me. I've taken cocks in all my holes. I'm such a whore, Mommy."

"You are, Alexandra. Mommy's whore."

Hearing those words right before she kissed me hard sent a shudder through my body. My pussy had been on the edge of cumming all night. First from watching Daddy fuck Mommy and then aching worse as I devoured Mommy's cunt. I exploded about Daddy's cock. My flesh writhed about his shaft, the pleasure shooting through my body. I moaned into the kiss, savoring the taboo delight.

I enjoyed Mommy's lips on mine as I climaxed, loving the sinful caress of our flesh. Her body writhed beneath me. My nipples tingled. My clit ached. Every thrust of Daddy's cock pressed my pussy tight into Mommy's, adding more and more waves of bliss rippling through me.

"Your whore daughter's cumming on my cock," growled Daddy. "You're both sinful harlots. Temptation made flesh. You have led me into such wicked sin."

I broke the kiss and moaned, "Such wicked sin, Daddy. I love it. I'm just like you, Mommy."