The Erotic Bible: Lot and His Daughters

With her father still inside of her, she groaned with discomfort. Her opening seemed to have tightened after her orgasm, and truthfully she wanted him out, wanted to be done with this whole ordeal. She could orgasm any time if she desired; she knew many friends who discussed these ways openly, though she rarely tried it. She needed his seed.

So she moved faster and faster through clenched teeth as he pounded in her used body. Riding him harder than before and wincing with every new thrust.

"Do it, father, give me your seed," she pleaded, barely able to keep her body going.

Lot did not respond audibly, but his hips seemed to move faster this time.

"Yes, yes that's it, Daddy. Use your eldest daughter," she muttered through clenched teeth, as if appealing to a conscious man. "Use me, take me like my husband would. Give it to me; fill with your seed."

Both man and woman, father and daughter, increased their rhythm, building and building their passion. Again, her pain was forgotten as he buried himself deep in her. His pleasure was all that mattered to her. And for a second, she wanted his seed not just for her baby, but as a man she needed to please for her own validation as a women.

"Oh yes, finish with me, father" she begged. "Please just spill your seed inside me. Put a child in me. Make this yours. Just please finish; I can barely take it. It's just so big, daddy... oh daddy, just let...go... just... give me... your...seed... oooohhh..."

She stammered in the end as she finally felt her father pulse and throb inside her. She let out a sigh as she felt the warm seed of our father fill her inside. She kept moving as he emptied inside her, determined to milk out every drop. Despite the discomfort, she kept Lot inside her a few seconds longer, squeezing him as she pulled off her father.

She looked down and saw the white fluid dripping out of her. The eldest daughter moved her hand over her lower lips, determined to keep every bit of her father inside her as long as possible. Bending over, she kissed her sleeping father on the forehead.

"Thank you, Daddy." she almost sneered into his ear.

As they did every night, both sisters lay next to their father. This time, they both made sure to tie his loincloth back in the place after using the youngest daughter's dress to clean off the evidence. Both decided it best to keep the deed inside the eldest covered. Intuitively, both knew their father would be more understanding of their youngest daughter when he discovered she ruined her dress during her monthly time.

The morning came early, though little light made its way into the cave. The girls woke first, eyeing Lot with expectation. As he awoke, both of his daughter stared at him, each wondering if he remembered the previous evening. He did not seem startled, and without a word he went outside the cave to relieve himself.

Only when he came back, did he notice his youngest, carelessly standing without anything covering her body. He looked first at the small buds of her breast, beautiful even if barely larger than her nipples, yet certainly enough for a man to comfortably palm in his hand. In the dark of the cave, he could barely make out her sex, cloaked by the dark and her wisps of pubic hair.

As the two predicted, their father babied his youngest, responding with concern instead of anger. Innocently, he accepted the explanation as a matter of course, not asking the questions he might have given the other. Like all fathers, he did his best to ignore the changes her young body experienced years ago and pretended to be wholly ignorant of such matters in her presence.

His youngest pressed him for another dress, pleading with him to make another trip to Zoar. But the father feared another trip into the city and told his daughters it had been destroyed. He left no room for argument, nor made an effort to console either. Instead he gave his daughter his own ill-fitting outfit, always noticing how her right nipple might peak out when she moved suddenly, or how he could see the side of her tiny breasts when she bent over, though he never mentioned it and tried to banish the thought from his mind.

He considered his lie, somehow ignoring the impracticability of keeping his daughters isolated forever. At moments, he felt a heinous shame as he denied another life to his children. But could he truly promise either of them safety in the city? The Lord of Abraham had not been forgiving. He could not trust his daughters to a promise made to such a sinner as himself. No, the lie was easier than the truth. It was up to him to accept the guilt, to repent to Abraham's God, and to raise his daughters in a way that each would never want anything more than food in a cave.

What he could not think of was the way to find proper clothes for his daughters. They had enough food, and he might start a garden if the seeds were taken the rocky soil. But he could not explain happening across linen. Even explaining a chance encounter with a sheep seemed far-fetched. He sent his daughters to wash the soiled dress in the nearest stream while he considered this, wishing he had remembered clothing when packing away valuables for their flight from Sodom and Gomorrah.

"Is it really gone?" asked her younger sister, as the two stole away alone. "Could he speak truly?"

Their father had always been a righteous man, one who could not allow lies to slip easily from his tongue. Both sisters held their doubts, but for the eldest it was already too late. It seemed to her better to join her father in the lie, if it was that, than bear disgrace alone.

"Maybe..." answered the older sister. "God seemed very angry, and why should Zoar be spared?"

"But there must be others, someone else in the world?"

"Why? Because our father loves his uncle? Abraham may be dead too for all we know. I wanted children; so do you."

"I did not!" the younger sister protested. "I only thought as you. I thought there may not be another option for preserving the line of our father."

"There still may not be. Has our father said anything else?"

"No... but should I sully myself given the uncertainty?"

"Behold," she lifting her sister's dress to expose her sex, "I lay yesternight with my father: let us make him drink wine this night also; and go thou in, and lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father."

"But what if another man exists?"

"Would you condemn your sister to bear this shame alone?"

"No..."

"Even so, would you secret away to some town forbidden by our father to have a bastard child of your own? This way, tonight, won't father love each of our children and each of us equally? Or do you want me to suffer? Do you want my child to suffer, while your status grows?"

"No, no," answered the younger sister. "I will help you in this task and do as you have done. For surely no other option avails us, and we are only children in our father's eyes. If no choice presents, how else shall we continue our race?"

"You have no choice: Zoar is destroyed. Our father only wish to spare us the knowledge. Thou must do as I did."

As much as she protested her virtue, the younger girl also desired the feel of her father even more since seeing the pleasure in the face of her sister. Like many young daughters, she always desired a man worthy of her father, and in a way felt relief at finding someone more perfect than her fiancé, even if it were her own father. Yet her decency compelled her to resist, to make as many women do a show of her chastity, to be coaxed and coddled, if not by the man she bed then by her older sister.

"Will you be with me then?" She pleaded. "Will you do that much for me?"

The elder sister smiled and reached out to hold the other's hand.

"Of course, loved one," she said sweetly. "Just as you were there for me."

With this agreement, the girls proceeded again with their plan. This day, the suggestion of wine came easier. Nothing cured the ills of drink quite like repetition, and Lot had many things to forget. Perhaps it was the strain of his sins, more likely it was his body's protests, either way he became drunk earlier, slurring and stumbling until led to bed by both of his daughters.

This time they lay next to him, listening to his staggering breaths until certain he was fast asleep. The youngest arose, shaking her father's shoulders, only to hear belated snores in response. She looked over at her sister who nodded slowly in her direction, each avoiding eye contact in their silent acknowledgment.

The younger sister removed the stained dress first. Though she had protested, Lot insisted she wear it without offering an explanation. No whining or pouting could convince him otherwise. It was easier to remove the thing, still enchanted with the sin of the previous night. She was so much smaller than her sister in every way, though otherwise both might have been twins. Besides being shorter, and showing breasts that almost stood straight up as small circles rather than sloping down a little like her sister's, she also owed a very small, but pert bottom. Though it curved out a little, the sides held little definition, and it barely descended at all. Had she chopped her dark hair short, she might've passed for a small boy, and so enjoyed displaying the shapely parts that showed her off as a very desirable woman.

But she was also as innocent as her supple young body. She struggled with her father's loincloth, her fingers fidgeting and fumbling with its drawstring. She moved her face closer to better see her task, and nearly felt her father brush against the side of her lips as his girth flopped down and out of the garb.

She recoiled with shock, unprepared for such a squalid and unseemly violation. She started to tear up and felt the soothing hands of her sister, holding her tightly and muttering condolences.

"It is really a small matter," said the eldest.

"It is unclean though..."

Her older sister shrugged.

"I have heard some women will even put it in their mouths."

"You mean whores..." The youngest seemed on the verge of tears.

"I certainly do not! Mother told me it might be expected as my wedding drew near."

At this the younger sister stopped sobbing and her eyes grew wide.

"You mean mother used her mouth for Daddy's pleasure?"

The older sister shrugged.

"How else would she have known?"

At this, the youngest smiled, as if emulating her mother removed any stigma. She reached down cautiously, first pulling the skin around her father's head up and down, closer and closer to his smaller slit. She struggled to hold the whole of it in one hand as it grew and started using her left, even reaching down to fondle the sack hanging below. She worked and worked, feeling the strain in her tiny arms

He grew, just not into the stiff rod that entered her sister the night before. And when she let go, his manhood only seemed plump, still pointing sleepily to the earth. She fell on her backside almost too hard and let her hands fall naturally into her lap, covering her sex from her sister.

"What have I done wrong?" She asked her sister.

"Nothing," her sister said reassuringly. "Sometimes men cannot perform as they should after wine."

"What am I to do?" The girl now longed for her father and could not bear to wait. Neither could her sister take a chance a change of heart.

"I will take our father into my mouth and make him ready for you."

"No sister, I cannot allow you to do this for me," she said unconvincingly. She now felt a sort of curiousness about this profane sexual act.

"There is no shame in doing as our mother."

And with that, the older sister held up the head of her father and moved her lips slowly closer to his sex. Wide-eyed, her sister gasped as she swallowed him whole, slurping noisily as she pursed her lips at the base. Her eyes were closed, but the younger girl could see nothing of the part of her father she expected inside her.

The older sister began moving her head up and down on her father, using her mouth as she would her womanhood. Engorged, her father slid in and out of her mouth, over and over again, with the woman only stopping to suck greedily for air before going down again. Lot was hard enough, but she needed to make sure; she had no desire to repeat this task. She used one hand to hold her father and stroke him as she licked up and down every inch, pausing to suck fiercely at the dark pink where he was circumcised.

Then again, she swallowed her father whole, choking as she forced herself all the way down and then back up and down again. She felt as though she would retch but pushed past this feeling as she felt her father reach deep down inside her throat. Giving a sudden heave, she came up gasping again, spit and drool covering her bottom lip.

As she caught her breath, her baby sister grasped her father, now thick, hard, and wet. She looked at her sister, still choking after her effort, and froze, wondering what to do.

"Quickly, do what needs to be done," she sputtered back.

She positioned the head of her father, twice painfully shoving it into her clit before finding the small hole between her lips. Even then, he seemed too much. She barely felt him poking at her opening and winced with pain. Scared, she seemed content to rub him back and forth against her sex, knowing this would not achieve anything.

"It won't fit!" She told her sister. "I'm too small!"

"It will," she assured, having recovered completely. "Just breathe. It may hurt at first, but then you will feel what I did."

Mustering all of her courage, Lot's youngest daughter forced herself down with every ounce of strength and screamed as her father pushed through every last vestige of her virginity. Lot did not react, not after the yelp of pain, and not as his baby girl whimpered on top of him, afraid of moving in the slightest and increasing her agony. She felt almost split in two by every inch of her father.

"It is okay; it will get better," her sister soothed, holding her softly as to not jostle her in such a delicate position.

"It... It hurts so bad... it did not hurt you."

"It did, but I have explored myself a little more. Take your hand, use your fingers to rub right above where father is."

"Okay..." She said timidly.

"Does that help?"

"I... I don't know. Maybe a little."

Her sister looked down at her younger sibling, seeing the girl barely touching her mound, far above the area she needed to stimulate. With a sigh, she grabbed her sister by the wrist and pushed her hand down where it needed to be. Using her fingers around hers, she guided the young girl in a circle around her clit, something that always felt good to her during the few times she dared try it in Sodom.

"There... Just like that... Now move up and down on him."

"I can't," she said through scattered tears.

"You can, and you must. Or he will need to use my mouth again. Go slow."

The youngest daughter started to move forward, grimaced, then stopped stolidly.

"Keep rubbing yourself," the elder sister commanded, letting go of her hand to grab around her sister's waist, her palms nearly resting on her cheeks.

She pushed her up and down barely at first, ignoring her whimpers. Then the younger girl found some grove undiscovered in herself, feeling her clit in a technique born out of desperation. She started moaning and taking more and more of her father inside her of her own volition. She felt the hands leave her behind and knew she alone controlled the massive man inside her.

"Is it better now?" Her sister asked coyly, clearly knowing the answer.

Her sister responded with barely a noise, eking out some guttural mumble of pleasure.

"I knew it would feel good, little sister; you just had to be patient."

"It feels good, but it still hurts. It barely fits,"

"Take it. I know you want it. I know you want to come on daddy's cock."

"Oh, yes..." she moaned as the inches moved all the way in and then nearly out of her.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want... I need release. I need what you had. I need father's seed," she spoke barely at a whisper.

"You want more. You want to come on daddy's cock. You have always wanted him. You can finally tell me; every bit of him is inside you. You are really daddy's girl now. You are daddy's whore. So tell me!"

Maybe it was the moment, maybe it was the realization that while she had gone to bed with her father out of desperation some part of her sister really wanted this, or maybe suddenly remembering all the special treatment her father doted on his baby girl finally struck some chord unknown to her. Whatever the reason, and there were many, she wanted her younger sister to know she was not better than her. She wanted to tear down every second of her fake, prattling posturing and denial, and shove this one sexual moment back into her face forever, as if to finally say: we are not equals. We may both have sinned in the exact same way, but you wanted it.

"Yes, I do," she whispered, her face wet with sweat and lined with pleasure.

"Tell me what you want! Tell me exactly."

"I want to come. I want that, daddy's seed."

"And you are daddy's whore?"

"Yes..."

"Tell me exactly."

She moved even faster, bouncing up and down as if she might finally shake free of her father, but she clenched hard and kept from losing his touch. Without knowing what was happening, she felt her father twitch thrice and flood the inside of her with his seed. It gushed out in spurt after spurt, dripping out of her open hole and running down the length of him.

"No no no no," she almost cursed. "I need more."

"Then listen to your sister and do what I say. Keep moving, and he will stay ready, though he will not spill again."

The younger daughter rode him even more desperately, needing to keep her father inside her as long as possible. She moaned again, panting with the effort. Her sister moved behind her, clasping her hands around those small breasts to rock her harder on their father. As he moved it inside her faster than ever, the elder sister whispered in her ear.

"Now tell me exactly what you are."

"I am daddy's whore..."

"Louder.."

"I am daddy's whore."

"Say it louder and you might come. You can come on daddy like you have always wanted."

"Oh yes, I am Daddy's whore! I always wanted it. Please Daddy, please make me come!"

But before words left her mouth, the orgasm rocked her body, too intense and unexpected to control. She shuddered and shook violently and might have collapsed had her sister not clutched painfully at her undersized tits. As the younger girl was lost to her own pleasure, her older sister pushed her up and down again and again like a doll until their father's cock finally shrank enough to gently slide out of the girl. Exhausted, the youngest fell almost immediately into sleep, leaving the other to clean up any evidence of the deed.

*****

Lot woke again with no memory of the night and no suspicion about any new stain on his daughter's dress. Only months later, when both began to show signs of their sin did he begin to suspect its origin. Still, he neither mentioned it, nor did he ever chance drunkenness again. For a few months he became cold and distant, most openly towards his eldest daughter. But when his sons were born, he loved them and learned to love his daughters again.

Yet they never seemed to love each other. Whether it was rivalry or unspoken malice, the mothers interacted only as necessary, and the boys learned this hatred. And so, after Lot died, Moab and Benammi led their aging mothers in different directions, without so much as a goodbye. The son of the eldest daughter, Moab went south along the Dead Sea, and his people became the Moabites, destined to be driven further and further south by the Ammonites, perhaps seeking revenge on behalf of their first king Benammi and his younger mother until the descendants of both brothers disappeared from the earth.