Family Summer Barbecue

Disclaimer: This is obviously all fantasy and all age play. If you don’t like age play don’t read this.

“Come on, kiddo, it’s time for our bath,” Dad shouted from the bathroom. I crawled out of bed still groggy from last night’s sleep. Usually Dad lets me sleep in a little bit on the weekend, but since today was a big day, he wanted to make sure I was ready. Dad was already in the bath, his adult parts already big and hard. I got into the bath and Dad sat me on his lap. He tickled me for a few seconds, causing me to move around in his lap. Dad made the funny sounds he usually always makes when I’m in his lap, but instead of the usual play time we would always have, he stuck to washing me. Dad said I’d have a lot of play time later when everyone arrived. After the bath, Dad dried me off, paying close attention to my little parts. He left a little kiss on it before telling me how much he can’t wait to show everyone what I’ve learned since the last time I’ve seen them. Dad was torn between putting me in my favorite princess dress or something that would keep me from getting too hot in the sun. He opted for a pair of shorts that were really tiny and a little t-shirt that I couldn’t read. He helped me put my frilly little socks on and my sneakers before telling me how sexy I looked. Dad told me to go play while he went and got dressed for the day. 

It wasn’t long before everyone started to arrive. Dad was having a barbecue to start the summer. He invited my uncles and my grandpa. I hadn’t seen them since Christmas. As they all trickled in, Dad told me to come downstairs. I was greeted with a bunch of hugs and kisses from everyone. They told me how much I had grown since they last saw me a few months prior. Grandpa carried me out to the backyard, putting me on his lap as he sat down. Grandpa bounced me on his lap as he talked to my uncles. Dad was in charge of cooking the food, so he left me with the rest of the family to be watched. Occasionally, Grandpa would let me sit in my other uncles’ laps, but I always ended up back with him. Grandpa said I was his favorite grandchild, especially since I was the only girl. “Grandpa, I need to go potty,” I said as I tried climbing off his lap. He smiled down at me before holding me in place. “No, sweetheart, you can’t go yet,” he pouted at me. He handed me the bottle he was drinking and told me to drink from it. He called me a good girl as I drank down whatever he gave me. Dad drank out of these bottles all the time, but he told me I was too young to have them. Dad always gave me his special apple juice or milk instead. He told me it’d help me grow big and strong. 

After what felt like forever, I brought it up to Grandpa that I had to potty again, this time really, really badly. Grandpa laughed at me before tickling me. I couldn’t help but giggle and laugh as he tickled me, but I soon stopped laughing when I realized what was happening. I felt a warm, wet spot growing in my shorts. “Oh no, looks like someone wasn’t able to hold it,” Grandpa said before standing up. I left a spot on his pants, but I noticed his adult part was big and hard under his pants, just like Dad’s always is. When Dad turned around and saw my wet shorts he was very disappointed in me. “Bad girl, very bad girl,” he said before walking over to me. “I don’t have time to help you change and you’re too small to do it alone.” He looked up at my uncles and my grandpa and smirked, before telling me to come to him. He yanked down my shorts revealing my bare parts. Dad never gave me panties. “If you’re going to dirty yourself, you aren’t going to get clothes. What do I always tell you?” When my eyes started to well up with tears, Dad kissed me and told me it was ok. Dad told me to go play because it was almost time for everyone to eat. 

Dad, Grandpa, and my uncles ate while I played. I wasn’t allowed to eat yet. Dad said I was going to be getting more than enough milk and apple juice to fill my little tummy, so I wouldn’t need to eat anything. It didn’t take long for Dad to finish his food. He sat at the end of the table, everyone facing him. He pulled me onto his lap, spreading my legs. All the men stared at us smiling, telling me how cute I looked. Uncle Rick told me he loved my shirt. I told him I didn’t know what it said, which made everyone laugh at me. After all the laughing subsided, Grandpa said,“Sweetheart, it says ‘Little Cumslut.’” “Daddy, what’s a cumslut?” Dad smirked before saying, “It’s little girls like you that love milkies. You love milkies don’t you, little one?” When I shook my head yes, everyone smiled at me. “Good, you’re going to be getting a tummy full of milkies today. Everyone’s gonna give you milkies, the only difference is, it won’t be from your bottle. It’ll be from everyone’s adult parts. Is that ok, sweetheart?” I nodded my head with glee, before Dad kissed my mouth. 

“I guess it’s time I tell you all while you’re truly here,” Dad said to everyone. “I didn’t care about having a barbecue to bring in the summer. I just needed a way to bring everyone here. I wanted to surprise you guys. Little one here can now take my adult part in her kiddie hole, and I wanted you all to experience it.” Everyone cheered and laughed, telling me how good I was. Dad told everyone to clear the table before sitting me up there. “Keep your legs open, kiddo. Let everyone see,” Dad said as he stroked my little parts. “See how nice and wet it gets? It’s still really tight, but you can maybe put it in without her screaming and crying too much. I was thinking I’d break in the other hole,” Dad said, talking to everyone. They all agreed in unison before Dad walked around the other side of the table. He told me to lay down as he grabbed some of my jump ropes. He tied the ropes to my wrists and ankles before tying them to the legs of the table. I couldn’t move at all. I watched as everyone got undressed, staring at all the big adult parts. “You’re gonna have to be a good girl for us. I’ll let you play in the kiddie pool when we’re done. You have to be quiet, though. We don’t want anyone taking Daddy away do we?” When I shook my head no, Dad smiled. He kissed my lips, normal at first, but he forced his tongue in my mouth. His tongue explored my little mouth as I felt multiple hands over my body. I heard everyone whispering amongst themselves as they smiled down at me. Grandpa brushed his fingers against my little holes before kneeling down. “Let’s get you cleaned up from earlier, shall we?” Grandpa started to lick my little parts, which felt weird at first, especially because of his beard. When I started to make the happy noises Daddy loves so much, he started to lick a little faster. “She tastes so sweet. Just like all the candy she eats,” Grandpa said. Dad moved away from my mouth so Uncle Rick could come closer. Uncle Rick kissed my mouth like Dad did, before grabbing his adult part. He rubbed it slowly before telling me to open my mouth. I opened it immediately, which led to uncle Rick sliding his part into my mouth. “You’re doing a great job raising her,” he said to Dad, as he continued to move his parts in and out of my mouth. Uncle Rick picked up his speed, pushing his part deeper into my throat. I started to cough and drool, which made me uncomfortable. As I started to move, Uncle Jack and Uncle Ronnie held me down. Uncle Rick moved faster, pushing his part even deeper. He started to make the funny sounds Dad does every time he does that to me. “Here comes your milk, baby,” Uncle Rick said, before groaning. He shoved his parts all the way down my throat before giving me his milk. His milk was also salty like Daddy’s. He kissed my forehead before sitting in the chair. His adult part was still hard as he began to rub it slowly. Grandpa still kept his tongue on my little parts, darting between my holes. Uncle Ronnie was next to use my mouth like Uncle Rick. It didn’t take long for Uncle Ronnie to give me his milk too. As Uncle Jack moved to my mouth, I could see Daddy getting my kiddie pool and putting it in the middle of the backyard. I watched as he put his apple juice in the pool. I was a little sad, because I like to drink it, but I do love playing in it too. While Uncle Jack was using my mouth, Grandpa stood up. He spread my little parts open, giving them a good look. He spit in his hand and grabbed his part, before rubbing it. Grandpa shoved his part into my little part, causing me to scream around Uncle Jack’s part. Everyone hushed me in unison, telling me to be quiet and to be a good girl. It hurt so much, more than when Dad did it for the first time. Grandpa moved his part in and out slowly, matching the pace Uncle Jack was using in my mouth. Uncle Ronnie and Uncle Rick went to my hands, rubbing their parts with my hands. Dad walked around taking pictures. He loved taking pictures so show his friends at work. When Uncle Jack gave me his milkies, Grandpa took his part out of my little parts before shoving it in my mouth. He gave me his milkies too, but his part tasted like my little parts. Each of the men took turns using my little part. It hurt so much, but I didn’t scream or cry because I wanted to be a good girl. Each of them would use my little part, but they still made sure to give me my milkies in my mouth. Afterall, Dad said I was still too little to have milkies in my little part. He said once I’m old enough he’ll give me milkies so I can have a real baby doll to play with. When all the men had a turn using my little hole, they all gathered around, looking at it. “Look how gaped it is now. It was so tiny before, but it’s open now,” Grandpa said. “It didn’t take us long to ruin that hole. Who knows if it’ll go back to how it was before,” Uncle Jack said, laughing. “I don’t think we can call it a little part anymore. I think it’s time we upgrade it to cunt,” Dad said, as he moved his fingers in and out of me. “I think it’s also time I get to break in the next hole. You guys get to watch, but I’m the only one using this today,” Dad said, as he grabbed a pillow from one of the patio chairs. He put the pillow underneath me, which raised me up a little. He told one of my uncles to get him some tape. Dad took a piece of tape and put it over my mouth, just like he did the night he used my little part for the first time. I was very scared because I remembered how much it hurt when Daddy used me for the first time. I didn’t know what he was doing now. He told all the men to make sure they held me down. He didn’t think the ropes were enough. He also told Grandpa to cover my mouth. Once everyone was in place, Dad rubbed his parts against my sore little part. My part was really wet, but he still spit on his hand, rubbing his part like Grandpa did. I figured Dad was going to put his part in my little part again, but to my surprise, he went lower. He placed his part right at the opening of my other little hole. I started to move around more and more as he pushed, but everyone held me down. Dad slid in slowly, but I was already crying, trying to scream. “Fuck it’s tight,” Dad told everyone as he pushed deeper. I was full on sobbing at this time. Grandpa wiped my tears with the hand he wasn’t using to muffle me. Dad moved in and out of me slowly, telling everyone it was hard to hold back. Uncle Ronnie told him to go faster, Uncle Jack agreed. Uncle Ricky grabbed his phone and started to record. Dad picked up his pace, moving in and out faster and faster. Grandpa leaned down in my ear and told me I was okay. He told me he was going to take me out for ice cream and to buy a new doll. He told me he’d even take me to Disneyland for being such a brave girl. Dad moved in and out of me a few more times before making those funny noises. He put his milk in my other little hole. He smiled at everyone before pulling all the way out. They all ran to look at my hole, now driping milk. It was swollen and sore. It hurt to even breathe. Dad came up to my mouth, removing the tape. “Such a brave girl. You’re the bravest little girl in the world,” Dad kissed me before putting his part in my mouth. “Lick it and suck it clean like a lollipop. That’s my good girl,” he said as I licked his part. “She’s so obedient, just like her mother was for me”, Grandpa said. Uncle Jack and Uncle Ronnie helped untie me. Uncle Jack carried me to the kiddie pool, sitting me in it. “Are you ready for your apple juice?” I nodded my head as all the men gathered around. They all gave me their apple juice at the same time, spraying it on my face, body, hair, and mouth. Daddy promised that the next time they were ready to give me apple juice it’d go in my tummy, but they wanted me to splash around for them first. The rest of the afternoon was spent with me splashing around in the apple juice while the men talked. Occasionally, one of the men would give me apple juice or milkies or use my little hole again. Dad told everyone they could stay the night, so I knew that the fun was just getting started.

Earning Daddy’s Love: Lesson 2

It had been about two weeks since dad had given me the ultimatum that changed our relationship. I went from despising this man to taking his cock and cum down my mouth daily. Dad had decided to give my rules a few at a time, though he had written all of them. The first rules he had given me were reiterations of the ones I had as a child. I had to cook meals at a certain time, clean daily, and ask for permission to go out. He made an amendment to one of the rules he had given me when I was younger. He told me when I was a teenager I wasn’t allowed to lock my door unless I was changing. Now, my door stays open 24/7. Along with these rules came new, more fucked up ones. Dad took my bed from my room, telling me I wasn’t allowed on furniture unless I was being used. He told me I would be allowed my bed back after I finished all my lessons, though he was sure I wouldn’t want it back by the time we were done. He was kind enough to give me a pink doggy bed to sleep in, but I had to ask every night if I was allowed to sleep in it. Another rule he gave me was I wasn’t allowed clothes if I was in the house. I had to always be naked. He wanted to see what was his. With this also came daily hole inspections. If he allowed me out of the house, he picked my clothes and I was never allowed panties. I also had to ask to eat lunch and dinner, I had to ask to go to the bathroom, I even had to ask if I could go to bed. He wanted to control everything. The reason I didn’t have to ask if I could eat breakfast was because his cum would be my breakfast every day. I was to milk his load out of him any way I could. When I finally got my reward, it would be my breakfast. For the next rule, he told me there would be more to this as time went on, but to start out I’d wash him morning and night and he would grope me while I washed him. The last rule he gave me for now was saying thank you for everything he did to me. If he came on my face or if he slapped me I always had to say thank you. When he allowed me to eat or go to the bathroom I had to say thank you. Even if I was told no, I’d still have to thank him for making me a better daughter. 

Also during these two weeks, even though I sucked dad’s cock every morning, he allowed me to suck it every time I was sad or I needed to apologize for something. He brought the beatings back, but I learned to understand that he was beating me out of love and out of wanting me to be better. They still hurt, but I appreciated them. I appreciated that he cared. When dinner was a minute late or something was still dirty, he would beat me senseless. Once I started crying and begging for forgiveness, he would pick me up from the floor and kiss me. He would walk me over to the couch and apologize for hurting me before telling me to suck his cock. His cock became a comfort to me. I’d crave to suck it every time something was wrong. Dad would always remind me how much of a good daughter I was when his cock was in my mouth. 

Dad’s next came lesson in two parts. For the first two weeks after I made my decision, he would either cum in my mouth, on my face, or in his hand before I swallowed his load for breakfast. It wasn’t hard at all to eat his cum up, but once I got too comfortable with this, he knew he had to up the humiliation. The morning started like usual. I woke up well before dad did, making sure to get breakfast on the table. By the time dad woke up, his breakfast and coffee were waiting for him. Usually, I would go under the table and work on my breakfast, but this morning was different. He made me cockwarm his cock while he ate, but I wasn’t allowed to full on suck it. He just wanted me to keep in hard. Once he was done eating he stood up from the table. He commanded I suck him, which I did eagerly. Once he got close to cumming, he told me to get off of him. I waited eagerly to feel his cum splash across my face, but it didn’t. I watched him back up from me until there was a good enough space between us. He didn’t want any of the cum hitting me. He released his load all over the floor, which resulted in whining and pouting from me. “This is your next lesson. As I told you before, my cum is precious. Besides my cock, my cum is the most important thing to you. You are to lick it up from wherever it is. Emphasis on wherever. I figured I’d start slow. Lick my cock up from the floor.” As I started to protest, dad yelled at me, “If I want to eat anything for the next three days I suggest you take that dignity you still somehow have and swallow it along with my cum.” I knew I couldn’t fight him and I knew he would starve me. I began crawling across the floor lapping up his cum. He laughed at me as I did it, making sure to tell me how pathetic he thought I was. When I finished, he spat on my face before telling me to clean up. We had repeated this cycle for three days, before I stopped showing signs of being replaced. He would cum randomly on different things in the house. He would cum on tables, chairs, on our shoes. I’d always get a kiss on the forehead and a “good girl” when I swallowed it. On the fifth day, he allowed me to cock warm him while he ate breakfast, but when he was done, he made me follow him to the bathroom. He jacked off over the toilet, the lid closed at first. I showed signs of hesitation to lick up his cum, which earned me a kick in the side. After three days of cumming on the closed lid and the base of the toilet, it came time for the hard part. On the seventh day, he left the toilet lid up, cumming on the seat of the toilet. I watched in horror as I watched his cum shoot all across it. I shook my head no before he even asked me to lick it. He chuckled at my reaction before grabbing me. He placed one hand in my hair, the other held my arms back. He forced me to stick my tongue out. He told me whether I stuck my tongue out or not, he was rubbing my face on the toilet seat regardless. It didn’t take long for me to lick the cum from the seat. After four days and him solely cumming on the toilet seat anytime he came, I began to lick the cum up on my own. This made daddy really proud of me. I also started to lick up his spit too. On the fourteenth day, dad woke up before me. I thought I was going to be punished, but he assured me I wasn’t. He told me it was time for my next lesson. He dragged me to the bathroom before pulling his boxers down. He made me grab his cock before telling me to aim it at the toilet. He began to piss while I held it, which made me feel gross and made me fear what was coming next. After he was done. He made me suck his cock. I could still taste a bit of the piss that was left, which made me gag. Dad punched me in the head before telling me to get over it. Once he was close to cumming, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He held my breath as I began licking the cum up. Before I could finish, he walked up behind me, grabbed my hair, and dunked my face in the piss filled toilet. He laughed as I struggled to breathe. He only kept me down for a few seconds before pulling me up. I was gasping for air all while trying my hardest to not get any of the piss in my mouth as it dripped from my hair and face. “Welcome to your next lesson sweetheart, being my piss princess. By the end of this, you’ll be swallowing my piss down from the tap. Now go make my breakfast before I drown you in this toilet.”

Earning Dad’s Love: Lesson 1

I couldn’t wait for the moment I started college. I had counted down the seconds until I could get away from my abusive father. My mother had left years ago, leaving me with him. I always resented her for it, but as I grew older, I understood why she left. Dad was flat out terrible. He was always mean and angry. He always seemed to hate me. I never got the feeling that he loved me. Sure, it caused me to develop severe daddy issues, which led to me begging for attention from any older man that would give it to me the moment I turned 18, but I still always thought I turned out okay. I was smart and one point ambitious. The lowest I would get on a test would be a B-, but even with that it wasn’t enough for dad. Dad would beat me and hit me constantly. He was a perfectionist on top of all the other “great” qualities he had. I had learned to cook and clean like a picture perfect housewife before I was 18 or I would be battered and bruised. Though I hated learning how to cook and clean while my friends were out partying and having fun, it did lead me to finding an older man near where I went to college. For years I did all the housework for him while pleasing him sexually. It was fun to finally be away from that monster I came from. But, good things don’t always last. As I was concluding my final year in college, I had come to the realization I wanted to be a housewife. I had no interest in working for anyone. The thought of keeping a house and having children was what excited me, not putting my diploma to use. As I came to this realization, the older man I had been dating decided he didn’t want children. He also decided he didn’t want me. I found myself packing my bags and heading back to live with my father the day after graduation. I didn’t tell him I was close to graduating, because I didn’t want him there. When I turned up at his doorstep after not speaking for years, he definitely had mixed feelings. He had only taken me in because I was his daughter, and even though he never showed he loved me, he also didn’t believe in letting me live on the street. I could also tell he really didn’t want me back at home, through. When I told him I had graduated, I couldn’t tell if he even cared that he wasn’t invited to the ceremony. He sort of just shrugged it off. He had asked me about what I wanted to do for work, more so to get a feel of when I’d be leaving his house, and not to see what my interests were. When I told him I didn’t want to work, he laughed at me. He told me he knew I was too stupid to get a job and that I would realize this eventually. He also told me, to my surprise, that no man would ever want me. He told me I wasn’t good enough, wasn’t worthy of love. He reassured me that I didn’t have his love, so why would anyone else be willing to give it to me. I couldn’t help but notice the devious smile that crept across his face as he saw the tears start to fall from my eyes. He laughed at me before telling me I at least had a nice face and body and that would maybe give me a fighting chance to find someone. He made sure to eagerly remind me not to get my hopes up, though. The night ended with me running to my room and crying my eyes out for the rest of the night. 

The next morning I was woken up to the sound of my father pounding on my door. I could hear his anger with each kick and hit of the door. When I opened the door, I was greeted with a slap to the face. “Did you forget your fucking rules? Why the fuck was breakfast not on the table at 8 and why the fuck was this door locked. You’re back in my house under my rules,” he spat at me before hitting me again. He threw me to the floor before raising his fist at me. He looked over my trembling body, before demanding I look at him. As I looked at him, I could see in his face he was thinking of something. He grabbed me by the arm before dragging me off to the couch. He sat down in front of me, looking at my helpless body. Dad was always a lot bigger and stronger than me. He was always in shape and was very active. He would play sports on the weekend all the time when I was younger. It was the only time I had any peace at home. Dad was very good looking, if not anything else, I always had to admit that. “I’m feeling nice today, but don’t get used to it, I promise you this won’t happen often. Would you prefer to be beaten, or would you prefer option number two? Choose carefully, because you won’t be able to change your mind once you say it.” I was silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what option two could be. I knew it couldn’t be worse than his beatings. I had permanent marks from when he would hit me when I was younger. As I sat there contemplating, dad uttered the words that would change our relationship forever. “Option two isn’t conventional, but option two might eventually, way down the line, lead to me finally being proud of you and loving you.” Though he made sure to emphasize the words “way down the line,” I was still the desperate little girl that wanted nothing more than her father’s love. Without thinking, I told him option two. It was the first time he called me a good girl. He told me to come over to the couch before grabbing my arm tightly. He looked into my eyes and said, “once you choose this there’s no going back, I assure you I will never ever love you if you change your mind. Do you understand?” I nodded in agreement, before watching in shock and horror as he began to unzip his pants. He pulled out his cock, already hard and ready. “You’re not going to live here doing nothing. You’ll be serving me like you’ll be serving your future husband, if you find someone dumb enough to marry you. I’m going to teach you how to be a good wife, since you’ve already failed at being a good daughter. Being able to cook and clean isn’t enough. The most important thing you need to learn is how to please a man. Tell me, are you a virgin?” When I shook my head no, he rolled his eyes before slapping me. “I knew you were going to be a whore. If you want to be a whore, I’ll show you how to be a whore. Whores need to know how to suck cock. Go on, show me how you suck it.” He let go of my arm, seeing if I’d run away, he was testing me, testing how much I wanted his love and approval. I earned another good girl as I positioned myself between his legs. I started with sucking the tip, which earned me a few moans. I slowly took more and more of my father into my throat, gagging along the way. “Good. Most guys like to hear a woman struggle to choke down their cock. I’m glad you still have a gag reflex.” The older guy I was with before didn’t have the biggest cock in the world. I never had an issue taking him down my throat, but dad was significantly bigger. I bobbed my head up and down, making sure to stop momentarily at the base each time. “Good girl, blow the cock you came out of,” dad groaned. When he said that, it snapped me back to reality. I couldn’t believe I was on my knees in front of my own abusive father swallowing down his cock. I was disgusted, but when I tried to pull away he grabbed me. “Oh? You’re okay with being a disappointed to your father? The only parent that cared enough to stay in your life? If you don’t want my love and approval you can leave right fucking now and go live on the street like the whore you are. I wish I would’ve had a son. He wouldn’t have disappointed me. I’d love him unconditionally. That gash between your legs makes you unlovable. I hate it and I hate you. I’m being gracious and letting you stay in my house again and you won’t even try to be a good daughter.” I was sobbing my eyes out at this point, not sure what to do. I was completely repulsed by what I was doing, but I truly did want my father’s love. “Either get your mouth back on my cock or I’ll beat you and if you live, IF, I will throw you onto the street and you’ll be dead to me.” Through my sobs I took his cock back in my mouth, sucking and licking up and down. “Kiss it. Kiss it as a thank you for me being so kind to you.” I kissed his cock softly from head to base, making sure to show how thankful I was for this opportunity. He rubbed my head softly, whispering how much of a good girl I was and how proud of me he was as I worshiped his cock. This was truly the first time he told me he was proud of me. After a few minutes, he stood up. “Enough of the fatherly love. It’s time to show you how to really take a cock down your throat.” He gripped his hands in my hair before shoving his cock all the way down my throat. I coughed and sputtered but he didn’t care. He fucked my throat harder, causing even more tears to fall from my eyes. I drooled so much that I soaked through the t-shirt I wore to bed. He fucked my throat harder before bottoming out completely. He stayed there for a few moments, though it felt like hours. “If you puke I’ll knock your teeth out and you won’t get food for a week.” I tried my hardest to not puke, though his cock wasn’t moving at all. No amount of moving away, twisting, banging his thighs stopped him.” As he pushed me off of his cock, he watched all the spit that came out of my mouth. He cupped the spit in his hand before rubbing it all over my tear stained and puffy face. He jacked off over my face for a few seconds before cumming all over me. “I’m sure all your siblings would’ve been better than you, but since I’m stuck with you, you get to have them on your face.” He forced me to suck the final bit of cum from his cock before standing back and admiring what he did to me. “Not bad for your first lesson. We are going to have to rewrite your rules after breakfast, but I’ll give you your first new rule. If I cum on your face, you are to keep it there until I tell you otherwise. My cum is precious and you will treat it as such. Now, while I write down your new rules, you are going to go make my breakfast. This load on your face will be your breakfast when I finally allow you to eat it. Maybe you can earn people food for dinner if you follow all the rules from now on. Now go,” he yelled before spitting in my face. Even though I felt not only disgusted with myself but with everything that happened, I knew I was committed to finally earning my father’s love. I knew that nothing was going to stop me from finally being loved by him, nothing at all, no matter how depraved and disgusting it was.

Saving a Soul

I heard footsteps behind me in the sanctuary. I was focusing on filling the Baptismal pool, and assumed it was one of the Brothers walking out and leaving for the day. I didn’t bother to look behind me. It wasn’t until a soft voice spoke to me that I realized it wasn’t one of the Brothers. It was a voice I instantly remembered. “Hello Fr. Mason! Long time no see,” she smiled. I turned around and was greeted by a former student of mine. Elania attened the very prestigious Catholic school I taught at for years. I had actually retired not too long after she left. I hadn’t seen her since she walked across the stage on graduation day. She had grown up to be such a beautiful young woman. I figured at this point she had to be 24 or 25. She hugged me tightly as I asked her how she’d been. She went on and on about how college went, how her mother had moved cities, and how she was planning her wedding with her high school sweetheart. For the most part, I was very happy for her. I always thought she was a sweet girl and it seemed that hadn’t changed. What did change; however, was how she looked. First off, her body was different. Of course, I never looked at her in that way while she was in school, that would have been unspeakably wrong and I’m not that type of person, but I couldn’t help but notice her breasts had grown quite a lot since she graduated. She was quite a small girl, so it wasn’t hard for them to be noticeable. As she turned around to walk towards the pews, I noticed her breasts weren’t the only things that grew. Her clothing style had also changed. She was currently wearing a baby pink button-down blouse and floral aline skirt, with a white cardigan draped over her shoulders. She was also wearing a pair of white high-heeled Mary Janes. Her hair was done up in curls and her makeup was light and pretty. This was definitely something new. Though every student was required to wear uniforms, the school did give the children a bit of leeway to express themselves fashion wise. She was very obviously gothic or alternative or whatever you called it back then. She wore heavier black eye makeup and had as many piercings as she could without violating the rule book. Her hair was also always a bit messy too, like she had just rolled out of bed. The woman standing in front of me was the complete opposite of the girl I knew before. If not for her voice, her sweet, calming voice, I might not have recognized her. After letting her ramble on and on for a few minutes, I finally asked her why she was here. Of course, I didn’t mean it in a bad way, but as I said, I hadn’t seen her since graduation 7 years ago. Also, she never seemed to be interested in Catholicism. I knew she came from a religious background, but she never seemed to care for all the Catholic ways and traditions. Her fiance; however, came from a strict Catholic family. I could only assume that their being close to marriage is why she’s converted.

 “I’m here for confession, Father. Patrick wanted me to do this before our marriage. He thought it’d be a great idea to do this so we went into our marriage with “clean hearts” he called it. Patrick was an interesting kid, to say the least. He was a star athlete while in school. He excelled in several different sports. He started dating Elaina when she was a freshman and he was a sophomore. They were always the talk of the school, not necessarily for good reasons. Rumors had gone around several times about his infidelity and him just flat-out not treating her nicely. The two of them always seemed to be complete opposites. I know they say opposites attract, but they erred on the side of polar. It never seemed like they had anything in common. I never understood how their relationship worked. Not to mention, there were also rumors that he made her do things around the school, things that would’ve gotten them expelled if they were ever officially caught. I began to remember all the times after school Eliana would sit in my office her senior year. Patrick at that point was in college. Her father, who had been sickly since before she started high school, had finally succumbed to illness early into her final year. Because she didn’t have many friends and her boyfriend was in a different state, I told her she was free to stay in my office at any point during and after school hours if she needed to be alone. This is where I learned that the rumors of Patrick’s terrible behaviors were indeed true. It might be wrong to say, but I always hoped the two of them would break up. I always felt she deserved something better.

The confession started like any other. She confessed to things like the little white lies she had told and the very few times she cut a person in line at the store. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. She was so innocent, I couldn’t help but find it adorable. Just when I started to think this, her confessions became more and more the opposite. She confessed to having premarital sex with Patrick. I had assumed this years ago based on the type of boy Patrick was. She also confessed to pleasing him orally around the high school, which confirmed the rumors I heard back then. She even confessed to masturbating. I’m not quite sure what started to come over me, but my mind began to wander. I began to think of her doing all these things, especially her touching herself. I wondered what her body looked and felt like. How her body reacted to certain touches. I started to feel myself growing underneath my clothes. I was honestly ashamed. She also confessed to having sinful sexual thoughts in general. She didn’t go into detail, but I was well aware of what that school taught students. They were taught that sex wasn’t for pleasure, only procreation between a married man and a woman. They were taught that enjoying unconventional things in the bedroom meant you weren’t pure and you were going to hell. Even though I thought this was all ridiculous and a bit too far, I never said anything. Her last confession kind of shocked me. She confessed to having sinful thoughts about other men who weren’t Patrick, but again she didn’t go into detail. I guess this shocked me because I knew everything he put her through. I had no clue she still felt some guilt about this. Honestly, this made me feel worse about their relationship. The joy in her voice when she walked in was gone. Her voice was soft and meek. I could tell she was shy and ashamed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder to comfort her. I told her that she was forgiven and that everything would be ok. She smiled up at me before thanking me. She chuckled before shyly admitting she had another confession. “If I’m being honest, Father, I used to have the hugest crush on you when I was in school. You were definitely the hot teacher to me.” I was quite taken aback. I was a lot older than her. I had been teaching at the school for probably thirty years by the time she started high school. I was already completely gray by the time I met her. Growing up, I was told by girls all the time I was good-looking, but I never gave it much thought. Once I turned gray, I definitely never gave much thought to whether I was attractive or not. She looked at me nervously, as if I was going to be disgusted by what she just said, especially since I did visibly look shocked. I patted my hand in her lap gently, assuring her it was ok. Her face turned red just from that little touch. She put her hand on top of mine, rubbing it softly. “Would this be a bad time to also confess that some of those sinful thoughts were about you, Father. Some of those thoughts are still about you if I’m being completely honest.” I readjusted in my seat. The hardness I felt in my pants earlier was back again at full force. I smiled slyly before saying, “Of course not, my darling Eliana. Though, I would venture to say I won’t honestly know if it’s bad unless you tell me every single thought you’ve had.” I squeezed her thigh a little for encouragement. “Well Father, I can’t begin to tell you all the times I imagined you coming into your office and kissing me for starters. Sometimes, I would imagine you doing more things to me. Touching me, groping me, even taking my virginty.” I could tell her body wasn’t sure how to react. I could tell by her movements and her hardening nipples poking through her shirt she was becoming turned on. I could tell by her red face that she was extremely nervous to share these fantasies with me, understandably so. I could also tell in her voice there was still a sense of shame. I knew this was wrong, I knew this was all wrong, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop myself. I was in too deep. I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had a very attractive woman telling me how badly she wanted me. I had joined the church at 23 for several reasons. I assure you I didn’t always live a religious and pure life. It had been roughly 42 years since I had slept with someone, 42 years since I’d touched someone in that way, 42 years since I had been this hard. I allowed my hand to rub up and down her thigh before settling at the top of her thigh. She asked me nervously what I was doing. It was obvious this touch went from being one of encouragement to one of a sexual nature. I took a deep breath, realizing what I was about to do. I mumbled under my voice, “Please forgive me,” before kissing her. I was much taller and heavier than her, so when I leaned in it pushed her back. She tried to push me off of her. She tried to fight. I pulled her back up to a sitting position before dragging her onto my lap. As I felt her ass in my lap I could feel my cock get even harder. I knew that I wasn’t going to let her leave here until it was drained. I grabbed her by the neck, speaking to her softly as I choked her. “You’re ashamed of these thoughts, right? You want to stop having them, hmm? This is the only way to make them stop. You want to be pure again? Let me do this. Let’s do this.” She wiggled around in my lap in an attempt to get air and to get away from me. Though I was in my mid-60s, I still was strong and was still this tiny little girl. She knew deep inside she wouldn’t be able to get away. I tightened my grip around her throat before using my other hand to grope her tits. “These have grown so much since the last time I saw you. Tell me, are they real or did your sorry excuse for a fiance tell you to get them? You know, I never liked him. Pardon my language, but he was always an asshole. You always deserved better.” She was choking out little pleas at this point, begging me to stop, telling me this wasn’t what she wanted. She was a very nice girl in high school, but she wasn’t smart. She was dumb and naive. She was a fucking idiot if she thought that I didn’t know what her true intentions were. I heard from Partick and the other boys back when they were in school was that she was a tease.This was quickly also being proven. I moved the hand I had on her breast down to her skirt. I began to roughly pull it up. As I trailed my hands up her inner I groaned knowing exactly where I was going. Her cunt was hot and her panties were soaked. I forced her legs apart as she struggled. I moved her panties aside before running my big, long, rough fingers against her cunt. It was swollen, hairless, and dripping wet. I ripped my hand from under her skirt, shoving my fingers in her face. “You want me to stop? You want me to stop? These wet fingers tell me otherwise. Tell me, sweetheart, do you have another confession to make? Are you lying to me right now?” She shook her head no with fear. Now I see why she was at confession, she was a fucking liar. I threw her off my lap onto the ground. I stood up, towering over her young, smaller, fragile body as she trembled in fear. She looked delicious. I wanted to take her right then and there, but I had 42 years of pent-up sexual frustration and sadistic thoughts flooding out of me at once. I needed to take them all out on her. I couldn’t just fuck her immediately. I need to draw this out, make up for the last 42 years. I reached down and grabbed her by her prim and proper hair. I dragged her to the Baptismal pool, positioning her right above the water. I kneeled down behind her, pinning her between me and the pool. Even on my knees, I was still taller than her. I grabbed her under the chin, focusing her on her reflection in the water. I whispered in her ear asking if she could see our reflections in the water. When she shook her head yes, I smiled. “So, you also see this dirty lying whore and this holy man? Do you see what you’ve made me do? Your temptation and sinful thoughts have released something in me I haven’t felt since before your own mother was born.” I started to run my free hand over her body, groping and feeling different parts. “You did need this confession. You needed to confess to being a dirty slut, temptation and sinful-filled dirty slut. This is why you came to me, wasn’t it? You wanted me to fall into your temptation. You wanted me to fulfill your disgusting, depraved fantasies. I wonder how long you’ve thought about this. How long did it take for you to come up with this little plan of yours? Tell me, little girl, are you finally getting what you wanted? And don’t you fucking lie to me. Look at yourself. Look at our reflections and admit to me this is what you wanted.” I could see her tears hitting the water. Without thinking, I grinded against her ass. Something about this sweet, innocent girl who used to trust me now kneeling here crying in fear because of me made me feral. She shook her head no, lying to me yet again. I yelled, “Wrong answer, whore,” before shoving her face in the water. I kept her down for a few moments before pulling her up. She gasped for air. She was too out of breath to scream. I pushed her head under again, reveling in the fact the more she struggled the more she rubbed against me. I yanked her head back up once again, making her look at her reflection again. “You see what happens when you lie? You drown yourself in sin. You don’t want that, do you, doll? So admit it. Fucking admit THIS is why you’re here. You wanted to tempt me. You wanted me to fuck you.” I slip my hand under her skirt and panties again. I ripped her panties down her thighs, before feeling how much wetter she is now. What a disgusting little whore. Without warning, I shoved two fingers into her cunt. She gasped loudly, but she didn’t tell me no or to stop. All she did was cry, but luckily for her, her makeup was already ruined from being under the water. I fingered her slowly watching her facial expression in the water. “You’re enjoying this, look at you. These crocodile tears don’t faze me, sweetheart. I know the truth.” I shove her head under one more time, before standing up. I turned her around while still on her knees. I commanded her to look up at me, which she did immediately. “What a beautiful sight. You know, I never imagined all those times I saw you on your knees praying I’d see you on your knees about to take this holy, older cock down your throat.” Her eyes widened as she shook her head no. I shoved my wet fingers in her mouth. “You’re telling me no but these wet fingers tell another story. Why are you telling me no when THIS is what YOU wanted? We both know you’re not pure. You’re not a virgin. This isn’t your first time taking a cock down your throat. Hell, it was common knowledge the things Patrick made you do in the stairwell and behind the stage in the gym. Tell me, was he the one who made you do those things, or did you tempt him too? I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt because I truly always thought you were an innocent, good girl. When I would hear Patrick and his friends and all the other boys in school saying how you were such a tease, I never believed it. I assumed Patrick was spreading lies about you to keep you close. Maybe he wasn’t lying after all. Now, stop your crying and open your fucking mouth. I unzipped my pants, pulling out my rock-hard cock. Her eyes lit up like it was the biggest thing she’d ever seen. She opened her mouth slowly before taking me into her mouth. “Hey! Look at me. Look me in the eyes. Don’t stop looking up at me. And make sure you get this big cock all the way down that slutty throat of yours.” I shove my cock all the way down her throat. She gagged and sputtered around my cock, but she didn’t flail around. I knew she had an experienced throat. I pulled out a little. I wanted to see her work for it. She bobbed her head up and down my cock. I wrapped my hands in her now messy and wet hair for leverage. My groans echoed through the sanctuary. She began to pick up speed and take me deeper and deeper, but it wasn’t enough. I was hungry. I held her head firm before fucking her throat. Hearing her gags echo only added to the experience. I bottomed out in her throat and held it. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. I spat in her face before grabbing her nose to cut off her air. I had no real reason to do this, other than I enjoyed seeing her cute little face disgusted and horrified. I pulled out of her mouth completely, mostly so I wouldn’t blow my load too fast. She coughed and coughed, trying to catch her breath. She managed to choke out a “please stop,” which earned her a slap to the face. She hit the floor hard. I straddled her back, grabbing her throat and choking her as hard as I could. “I’m tired of your lies, whore. I’m tired of you telling me no. This was your idea. These are the fantasies you rubbed your disgusting little cunt to every night.” I let go of her throat, letting her catch her breath. I got off of her before standing her up. I slapped her again, but this time she didn’t fall. I kissed her again, shoving my tongue in her mouth. My tongue explored her mouth for a few moments, before telling her to strip for me. I watched in amusement as her thoroughly water an drool soaked blouse hit the floor, followed by her skirt. Her bra was next to come off, followed by her panties that I had already partially pulled down. She already looked thoroughly used based on her face and hair, but I was nowhere near done with her. I sat her down on one of the pews, continuing to take in the view of her body. She attempted to close her legs and cover her tits with her hands. I rolled my eyes before moving her hands. I started biting and sucking her left nipple while twisting and pulling her right. She let out soft little moans as I played with her. As I switched tits, I came up with an idea. I began leaving little hickies and love bites on her tits. She tried to protest, telling me how upset Patrick would be and how she wouldn’t be able to explain how she got them, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t my problem, and I couldn’t stand him anyway. I stood back admiring my work for a few seconds before working my way down. I pried her still closed legs open before lowering down to my knees. Without hesitation I dived into her completely soaked cunt. She wrapped her hands in my hair, enjoying the way my tongue flicked her clit. I went between sucking, flicking, and biting her clit. She began grinding against my face eagerly and desperately. “What, does Patrick not eat your cunt like this or are you just so happy to finally be living your filthy fantasies?” She looked down at me with pleading eyes, silently begging for me to keep going. I slapped her clit twice before going back to sucking and licking it. Her moans grew louder and louder. Her desperation grew more and more obvious. “I want you to cum in my mouth, slut. Be the filthy fucking whore you are and cum in my mouth.” I began fingering her with two fingers again while sucking on her clit. It didn’t take long for her to start trembling and moaning at the top of her lungs. I stood up before putting her in the position I was going to take her in. I made her kneel on the floor, her arms on the seat of the pew. I slapped her ass a couple times, turning it bright red. I pulled my pants down just enough to completely free my cock. I got down behind her, rubbing my cock in her wetness and teasing her hole. “So darling, am I fulfilling your twisted little fantasies just how you always dreamed or is this even better than you ever imagined?” She didn’t say anything, she only let out pathetic little whimpers. “Oh dear, I thought you were finally going to be completely honest. I was being extremely patient with you. Why must you be so difficult? Being a lying, deceiving, temptation filled whore will get you damned to hell. I’m simply trying to save your ruined soul by trying to give you what you wanted, but I see it’s not enough. I was going easy on you, doing things I’m sure you rubbed that greedy cunt of yours to the thought of. Maybe it’s time I do something to show you how serious this situation is and how important it is to be honest.” I pinned her down to the pew with one hand, which caused her to start struggling immediately. “Too late, whore. This is what girls like you get. This is what they deserve.” I used my free hand to rub some of her drippings on my cock before lining it up with her asshole. I began slowly pressing myself in, which led her to start screaming. “No, Father! Please no! I’m a virgin there! Please Father, I’m sorry! I’m a liar! I wanted this to happen. I wanted you to use me. I wanted you to fix me. Help me to repent, Father, but please, please don’t!” Tears were steady streaming down her face. Her light crying turned to desperate, pleading sobs, but I didn’t care. I knew what she needed. My mind was completely made up. I shoved my cock all the way into her ass, causing her to scream through her sobs. I didn’t hold back, fucking her roughly and deeply from the beginning. “You see Eliana, this is what happens to evil little girls that try to be like Jezebel. Just like Jezebel you get to feel intense pain, pain you fucking desevere. Sure, I’m not going to throw you to the dogs like she was, but who knows what’ll happen to you if you keep living like this. You strolled in here looking like such a sweet, modest, innocent girl. You looked like a good girl that follows God, but it was all a front. You needed to see me. Not just to fulfill these disgusting desires, but to teach you a lesson. Lucky for you honey, I like you. I care enough about you to show you what could happen to very, very bad girls. I knew you weren’t the smartest girl in your class, but I believed in you. I had a soft spot for you. I knew you had been through a lot. I’m not shocked you’re this filled with sin, but I’m going to help you now.” I fucked her harder and deeper. I knew I was ruining the poor girl’s asshole, but she had brought this situation upon herself. I had no remorse. I didn’t feel bad in the slightest. She was getting what she wanted as far as I was concerned. Truly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she imagined me raping her little virgin asshole too. I picked up my pace even more, growing closer and closer to cumming. I held her by her hips, trying to get as deep as I could. She wasn’t fighting anymore. She laid there silently crying to herself. I told her she needed to start praying, to start asking for forgiveness, start repenting. I also told her she needed to pray for my forgiveness for making me break my vow of celibacy because of her. Just to teach her this crucial, life saving lesson. I could feel myself right on the edge, seconds away from cumming. I buried myself as deep as I possibly could. I groaned as I filled her ass, reminding her this was all her fault. I slowly pulled out of her, examining the load I left in her now ruined hole. “You should be thanking me. I took those fantasies away from you. I filled you with something holy again, something that will drown out all the sins in you. I didn’t have to do this, but again, Eliana, I like you. I don’t want you being damned to Hell for eternity. I think that you need to come to me every day until your wedding. You can continue to confess your sins daily. I can find ways for you to curb those horrible thoughts. I can save you. As a matter of fact, I want to officiate you and Patrick’s wedding. I want you here hours before the wedding so I can make sure you’re completely saved and healed from those thoughts. I don’t want you carrying these wicked and unholy thoughts into your marriage, even if I don’t like him. Now, you need to clean yourself up,” I say as I grabbed her panties from off the floor. I used them as a rag to clean off my cock before tossing them back in her direction. I pulled my pants up, readjusting my clothes. I check my clock before smirking, “You should hurry up. The Brothers are going to start filing back in from work soon. You wouldn’t want them to see what happened to you, would you? You wouldn’t want them to see what happens to a whore like you in real life. It’d be a shame if all of them had to use you too to teach you a lesson. Plus, I’m sure your fiance is waiting for you at home. Feel free to use the water in the pool to clean yourself off. Same time tomorrow, my darling Eliana, if you want to be saved like you claim you want to be.” I gave her one last look before walking back to my office. I slumped down in my chair out of breath. I began to pray and repent for what I had just done. I was interrupted by a knock on the door. When I looked up, it was Eliana, now all dressed, but still messy. Her shirt was still wet and her hair and makeup were still ruined, of course. She hurried into my office, kneeled down in front of me, and bowed. “Thank you, Father. Thank you for caring enough about me to help me.” She looked up at me before kissing my hand and standing up. I pulled her down to me to kiss her, again allowing my tongue to explore her mouth. “As long as you have some part of me in you, my fingers, tongue, cock, cum, spit, you’ll be closer and closer to being saved. Now, hurry along, my child, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say slapping her ass. I watched her walk out of my office knowing this was only just the beginning of saving her poor soul.

The End of Prom Night

I slipped out of my towel and into the steamy, hot shower. My favorite song played in the background as I tried to focus on my shower. My head was spinning from what I had done. I had been hoping day after day for the last couple of month for this night. My heart still pounded in my chest. Our combined juices still made the inside of my thighs slick. I closed my eyes and let the water pour over me. I took a deep breath, proceeding to replay everything in my head from the beginning to where I am now.

 Since the beginning of senior year, Mr. Smith had been my favorite teacher. Fourth-period English was always the highlight of the day. Ever since I turned 18; however, it’s been different. I don’t just enjoy the class; I enjoy him. I can’t tell you exactly how it started, but we began flirting with one another. Flirting led to kissing. Kissing led to groping and feeling. Groping and feeling led to after school blowjobs under his desk. We never went all the way though, until tonight. 

In the few months leading up to prom, I knew I wasn’t going to have a date. I also knew that that wasn’t changing by the time prom rolled around. Every teenager has this idea in their head about how prom is supposed to be. You’re supposed to get asked to prom by your crush or if you’re lucky enough, your boyfriend or girlfriend. You’re supposed to be having fun with friends. You’re supposed to look your best. You’re supposed to lose your virginity. Well, my boyfriend and I had broken up our junior year. My crush? Well, my crush is Mr. Smith, and since he was married and my teacher, he obviously couldn’t take me to prom. I also didn’t have a lot of friends. Stupid high school drama ruined that for me, which was one of the reasons I spent so much time with Mr. Smith. I was still a virgin too, which Mr. Smith knew. The idea of taking my virginity always made him rock hard. 

When I told him I didn’t have a date, he was visibly pleased. He grew a bit possessive over me, which I liked. I liked feeling like I belonged to him. Though he couldn’t formally take me to prom, he’d be chaperoning it, meaning he’d be able to see me there and even see me afterward too. As prom got closer, I sent him pictures of my dress. He would text me telling me how he couldn’t wait to see me in it and most importantly, see me out of it. My virgin cunt would throb every time I’d think about going that far with him. I felt in my heart we wouldn’t go that far, but I couldn’t help but fantasize about it every night. Thinking of his big, thick cock stretching me out for the first time was enough to put me over the edge. Whenever he’d slip one of his fingers in me after school while I sat on his desk, I’d just think about how amazing his cock would feel. I’d soak his hand and his desk in seconds. 

I sent him pictures as I slowly got dressed for prom. Pictures of my hair, nails, makeup, and dress all received heart eyes and compliments from him. I grabbed an overnight bag and proceeded to pack it in between getting ready. I had told my parents I was hanging out with the friends they still believed I had after prom. They thought we were going down to a friend’s beach house, but in reality, I was spending the rest of the night with Mr. Smith. I had no clue what he told his wife, not that I cared. I only cared about spending the night with him. A change of clothes, a pair of panties, a bra, and slippers went into the bag. Some makeup remover, lotion, perfume, and lip gloss went in next. I threw a few more things in before zipping it up. As I looked at the time on my phone, saw a text from Mr. Smith saying he had just arrived at the school. My heart began to beat fast. I had no interest in prom, just what came after it. 

I arrived a few minutes after 7 o’clock. I threw the overnight bag in my locker before entering the gymnasium. When I walked in, a few people were already taking pictures. The prom didn’t officially start until a half hour later. Mr. Smith flashed me a smile from across the room between sips of punch and talking to other faculty. He immediately felt my presence when I walked into the room. As the gym began to fill up more, he made his way over to me. He gave me a devious smile before telling me how pretty I looked. I wasn’t a long dress type of girl since I’m pretty short. I’m also not a big high heel wearer. My dress came just above the knee. The skirt was black, but the top was white. It was very tight fitting. It hugged the curves Mr. Smith seemed to love perfectly. It also made my ass look even bigger than it already was. For shoes, I wore strappy silver high heel sandals that weren’t too high, but high enough to make a difference. My fingernails were pink, my toenails white. My makeup was smokey and glittery. It matched the colors of my dress and sandals perfectly. He loved it. 

Prom dragged on. Every so often we’d catch a glimpse of each other and see the annoyed look on our faces. Occasionally, we’d meet at the punch bowl or snack table just so we could be next to each other. As the dance winded down, he sent me a text. He asked if I had brought my bag with me and if I had, to put it in the car and wait for him. I did as I was told. I went to my locker, pulled the bag out, then proceeded to his car. I threw the bag in the trunk then sat in the passenger side seat. Though it only took about ten minutes for him to come out, it felt like ages. My heart began to beat fast with each step he took toward the car. I felt my clit begin to throb and my panties begin to soak over the thoughts in my head. Scenario after scenario began to play in my mind. I had no clue what was going to happen from here, but I was ready for it all. He opened the driver’s side door then got in. He looked around in the dark parking lot for any faculty or students before kissing my lips. 

“You look so damn beautiful,” he smiled between kisses and groping my thighs and chest. “I’ve been staring at you all night. I’m surprised no one noticed this in my pants,” he said as he placed my hand on his bulge. I rubbed and squeezed it, which led to him moaning and groaning. I bit my lip squeezing more before he stopped me. He told me to buckle my seatbelt before buckling his and putting the car in drive. He said we needed to get going before he couldn’t handle it anymore. 

We drove about an hour away from town. He knew that the kids from our school would be in various places throughout the city and didn’t want to risk being caught. During the drive, we spoke about different things. The topics of movies, music, and even him losing his virginity came up. 

“You know, I was your age when I lost my virginity,” he said casually as he drove down the highway. “It was on prom night, except it wasn’t in a motel or hotel or anything. It was in the backseat of my first car.” He smiled fondly at the memory before glancing over at me. “You know, if you want it to happen tonight, it can,” he said nervously, unsure of how I’d respond. I couldn’t even work up the nerve to say anything. I just nodded and smiled. 

We arrived at a hotel outside the city. It was just far enough that we had little to no chance of being caught. He went into the hotel to request a room. Coming back a few minutes later, he helped me out of the car before going to the trunk and getting out our bags. As we walked across the lobby, we received a few dirty looks and appalled stares. It was obvious he was a lot older than me, but that was my favorite thing about it. If only they knew he was my teacher, they’d be even more horrified, I laughed to myself. We walked into the elevator, the doors closing behind us. He looked over at me and smiled. He grabbed me by the waist before kissing me again. The kiss quickly became intense. He pushed me against the back wall of the elevator. His hands explored my body as his tongue explored my mouth. We were so lost in each other; we almost didn’t hear the elevator door open. He motioned to me to walk out first. He gave my ass a nice, hard slap as I walked in front of him, which caused me to jump. We giggled at my reaction as we walked to our room. He unlocked the door, then held it open for me. Instead of a slap, he groped my ass. He took a handful then squeezed, moaning softly as he did it. He sat the bags down on the floor before locking the door behind us. 

“Damn, you look wonderful,” he whispered as he pulled me into him. He placed a kiss on my forehead before he looked me in the eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once we do this there’s no going back. Are you really sure? When I shook my head yes, it was all the consent he needed. We picked up where we left off in the elevator, though this time clothes began to come off. His jacket and tie hit the floor first. Then my shoes came off. I helped unbutton his shirt as we made out. He sat me on the side of the bed, leaning over me. He ran his hands up my thighs, hiking my dress up. “I want to fuck you in your dress,” he smirked as he got down on his knees, looking up at me. I bit my lip and nodded to show my approval. I lifted up a bit as he pulled my soaked black panties down to the floor. He opened my legs, revealing my freshly shaved sopping wet pussy. He groaned at the sight of it before pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. When I was right where he wanted me, he dove in. His tongue darted from my swollen clit to my soaking wet hole. Sucking, licking, biting. My fingers went through his hair as he ate me. His beard tickled me. I tried my hardest to grind against his face, which caused him to laugh at my desperation.

“Daddy, please I need more,” I begged between moans. Calling him Daddy always made him go wild. He told me to move back on the bed before he climbed between my legs. He laid down in between them, hooking his arms around my legs. He wanted to make sure I didn’t move around. He dove back into me, licking and sucking me even more intensely than before. My orgasm started to build up more and more. “Does my Princess want to cum for me,” he smirked as he went between rubbing my clit and fingering me. All I could get out was desperate moans and nodding my head yes. “No Princess, tell Daddy what you want,” he demanded. He was fingering me roughly while sucking and nibbling my clit. “Please Daddy, please may I cum for you,” I pleaded. He gave one last long, slow lick to my clit before allowing me to cum. I threw my head back as my orgasm washed over me. I clenched around his fingers as I moaned louder and louder. “Good girl, that’s my good girl,” he whispered as I began to calm down. He stuck his two fingers in his mouth, telling me how sweet my creamy pussy tasted. 

He undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. As he stepped out of them, all I could look at was the big bulge in his boxers. “This is all for you,” he groaned as he rubbed himself. “Go ahead, look at what you did,” he said as he stood right next to me. I pulled his boxers down, freeing the rock-hard cock had been enjoying in my mouth for the last couple of months. “You know what to do Princess,” he said looking down at me. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking it desperately. I licked the precum off the tip of his cock slowly, which drove him insane. He pulled me off the bed. He put me on my knees on the floor before putting his hands on the back of my head. He fucked my throat with obvious neediness. I drooled all over my dress. My lipstick was smeared everywhere. I gagged and coughed all over his big cock. When he pulled out of my mouth, a line of spit trailed from my lips to his cock. He looked down at me, smiling at the mess he turned me into. My lipstick was everywhere. My eye makeup was ruined from the tears I had in my eyes from gagging. He helped me off the floor and put me back on the bed. He asked me one more time before positioning himself between my legs again. 

“I didn’t bring condoms,” he said nonchalantly as he played with my pussy. “If I’m being honest, Sweetheart, I’ve been imagining you with a baby bump these last few weeks, my baby bump to be exact,” he jerked himself slowly. “How about for your first time I breed you, hm? I put my baby in you? Let everyone know who you belong to?” My brain was spinning. I could hear everything he was saying, but I couldn’t truly comprehend it. There were so many emotions going through me. I was so excited and turned on.“How about we start and then we’ll see if you want me to breed you, yeah?” With that question, he slowly started to push into me. It felt like he was splitting me open. Our moans and groans filled the room. When he finally pushed himself completely into me, he kissed me. He took a moment, allowing me to feel just how full I was with him in me. He started rocking his hips back and forth slowly making sure I was okay. He slowly picked up speed until he was full-on fucking me. Moans and curses left our lips between kisses. He groped my tits through my drool-covered dress. As our orgasms approached, he asked me again. 

“Do you want me to breed you, Princess? Do you really want me to make you a mommy? I read in that essay a few months ago about how you can’t wait to be a mom. How about we fulfill that dream right now?  All you have to do is tell me to do it.” He kissed and bit my neck as he waited for a response. “What’s it going to be? I’m going to explode any second,” he said between neck kisses. “Cum in me, Daddy,” I whispered shyly. “Hmm, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you,” his thrusts began to get more sloppy. “Tell me what you want. Say it out loud for me, baby. Daddy’s about to cum.” I felt my orgasm approaching. I knew I was going to cum, and I knew I wanted to cum with him. I also knew how badly I wanted his cum in me. “Please cum in me, Daddy. Put your baby in me. Get me pregnant. Breed me!” Our orgasms came at the exact same time. I shook underneath him as I came on his cock. I could feel his cum shooting deep into me. He lazily fucked his cum into me before collapsing on top of me. He kissed me before we both drifted off to sleep. 

During the night, we woke up wanting more. He fucked me twice in the middle of the night, one more time before I got in the shower. Each time he left a load in my pussy. I couldn’t believe how quickly things between us had changed in just a few months. I was happy things did change, though. He was obviously happy too. As I currently stand in the shower replaying the couple of months, especially the last 24 hours in my head, I can definitely imagine myself with a baby bump, showing it off proudly to everyone. Showing off the fact that my teacher took my virginity on prom night.

My Birthday Party

It was almost time for the party Sir was throwing me to start. He told me that “even a cunt like me deserves a birthday party, but of course, it wouldn’t be your typical birthday party. There wouldn’t be any cake or balloons. No friends. No singing “Happy Birthday.” This party was more for him than me, which didn’t bother me at all. Fittingly, I was instructed to come downstairs in my birthday suit. I was allowed to wear my tallest pair of heels and my collar, nothing else. When I came downstairs, the dining room table was cleared off. He ordered me to my knees and to open my mouth, which I did without hesitation. He shoved his already rock hard cock down my throat, not caring that I couldn’t breathe. My drooling and gagging was music to his ears. My discomfort was one of his favorite things in this world. He abused my throat until he came, shooting his load down my throat. I barely had enough time to swallow it before he grabbed my arm, standing me up. He bent me over the dining room table, tying me tightly to it. He slipped a blindfold over my eyes, leaving me there for a few minutes. When I heard the doorbell ring, he yelled to whoever it was that the door was to come in. Without saying a word, he shoved his cock in his mouth. He told me to not stop sucking at any point, or I’d regret it. I heard him utter the words, “Go ahead,“ then felt a pair of hands grab my hips. The man positioned himself at my asshole, shoving himself in without any lube. A hard slap struck my face when I started to scream. Sir reminded me that I should be sucking, and not caring about the pain I was in. I tried to focus my attention on Sir’s cock, rather than the pain I was feeling in my ass. It didn’t take long for the man to cum. I was only empty for a few seconds before I felt another pair of hands. I could tell this wasn’t the same guy. This man opted for my fertile cunt. He fucked me roughly, not slowing down at any point. It was on the borderline of feeling great and hurting like hell. He filled my cunt after a few minutes, pulling out and not saying a word. His cock was soon replaced by someone else, them too opting for my cunt. He felt better than the last two men. He was rough but pleasurable. He too finished in my cunt. Next, it was my asshole’s turn to be abused again. This time, since I had a load of cum in me, it didn’t hurt as bad. Even with all this fucking, I keep sucking Sir’s cock. He’d occasionally pull my hair or slap me just for his amusement. I started to lose count of just how many men took turns between my cunt and ass. If I had to guess, somewhere around ten men used me. After the last man finished in my ass, Sir pulled his cock out of my mouth. He took my blindfold off, allowing me a few seconds to adjust to the light. He jacked off over me, then came all over my face. He followed that by spitting in my face. “Happy birthday, stupid cunt. I hope you enjoyed your party.”

First Sunday Meeting

I looked around before knocking on the door. I was sure no one would see me at such an early hour, but I couldn’t help but be nervous. This wasn’t our first meeting by any means. Our meetings had become like clockwork since we met; the only difference was the day and the place. Usually, it was during the week on a Tuesday or Wednesday. Usually, it was at a hotel. I’d be lying to you if I said I didn’t have mixed emotions about what he had told me during our last meeting. We were still lying next to each other, our bodies still naked and tired. I still remember the sound of his voice, the darkness in it.
“I want you to meet me Sunday,” he said as he looked at me. Before I could protest, he cut me off.
“I know what you’re thinking, but I’ve always fantasized about it, and you’re the girl I want. I know you want it too; I mean, you can’t lie to me and tell me you haven’t thought about it too since we’ve met.”
I sat silently for a minute, allowing myself to think about if I truly wanted to go this far. He was correct; I often had passing thoughts about this too, but it was nothing more than that. The thought of it still repulsed me deep down inside. It almost repulsed me just as much as I was turned on and flat-out curious about the whole thing. Honestly, it was the curiosity that led me to where I was right now, where I was currently standing.
I snapped myself out of my moment of reminiscing. I looked around one more time before knocking. It was only a matter of seconds between my knocking and the church door swinging open. He smiled at me before moving aside to let me in.
“Down the hall, to the right,” he said, locking the door behind me. I walked into his office, sitting down in a chair in front of his desk. As I sat there absorbing the moment, the realization of what we were about to do set in. I felt his hand on my shoulder; I tensed up a bit before looking up at him. He gave me a reassuring smile before sitting down at his desk.
“I’m truly glad you came, Doll. I was starting to think I scared you off,” he laughed. “We don’t have much time; people will be here in an hour to help me set up for service. Are you sure you want to do this?”
When I nodded my head reassuringly, he wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling his already rock-hard cock out.
“Under the desk, now,” he commanded. “Oh, and I want you to crawl.”
I slide out of my chairs slowly, landing on my knees. I slowly crawl toward him, my smile slowly growing across my face. When I arrived in front of him, he caressed my cheek as he slowly stroked his thick, hard cock. He grabbed my hair before forcing his cock down my throat. His moans and groans were muffled by the sound of my gagging. He used my throat as his little fleshlight as he cursed under his breath. By the time he was done with my throat, my face was covered in spit and tears. He took a moment to admire the mess he caused before commanding me to get up. He slid his wedding ring off of his finger and threw it on the desk.
“Follow now, quickly,” he said as he walked out of the room. He led me to the empty sanctuary, taking me up to the altar. “Are you wet, you little slut?” I shook my head yes, before being told to prove it. He bent me over the altar, pulling my dress up. He yanked my panties down to my knees before running his fingers across my slit. I was dripping wet at this point.
“What a horny, horny little girl; I love it,” he said, shoving two fingers in me. I moaned as his fingers filled me. Though I was craving more, his fingers offered a small sense of relief. He pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly, whispering in my ear.
“You’re such a whore, dripping wet as you bend over my altar. No one would believe how much of a naughty girl you are for me.” His fingers began to move faster. “From the moment I met you, I’ve dreamed about this. I thought about using you as my little church slut. He pulled his fingers out of my dripping wet pussy, as he told me to turn around and get on my knees.
“A bad girl like you needs to pay for her sins,” he smirked. “Luckily for you, I can save your dirty little soul, but only if you do what I say. Show me how badly you want this; suck your sin from my fingers.” I licked my juices from his fingers before taking them into my mouth. I sucked on them as if I was giving him a blowjob. He watched me in amusement; it was obvious I was trying to please him. He shoved his fingers deeper down my throat, causing me to drool all over myself. The sound of my gagging was the only sound in the peaceful sanctuary. I began to get off to the thought that in just a few hours, there would be people here. They wouldn’t have any idea what went on just hours before service.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth before slapping me a few times. It was obvious that he was hungry; but also pressed for time. The hour that we had to complete this was quickly coming to an end. He grabbed me by my hair, throwing me over the alter. He pinned me down in place as he freed himself from his pants.
“Are you ready for your sins to be put to good use? Are you ready for me to save you?” all I could get out was a desperate and breathy, “Yes, pastor,” before he shoved himself into me. He wrapped his hand around my throat as he picked up speed. His thrusts were rough and deep. It was obvious what he needed. My mind began to go blank as he kept drilling into my needy hole. When his thrusts began to become sloppy he began to pray. He prayed for us to be forgiven for what we were doing in such a sacred, holy place. As he said “amen,” he gave one final deep thrust into me. It sent me over the edge. As I spasmed all over his cock, he filled me up with cum.
“This is the type of blessing a slut like you needs,” he groaned into my ear. Ropes of cum splashed against my womb. When he was done, he pulled out slowly, trying his hardest to keep his cum in me. “Clean me,” he ordered as he began to fix his shirt and tie. I kneeled down and sucked all our combined juices off of his semi-hard cock. When I was done, he looked at his watch. We only had a few more minutes before people would be arriving to help him set up.
“Give me your panties,” he said nonchalantly, “I want to preach while I have them in my pocket. I want them to serve as a reminder.” I didn’t hesitate to give them to him, my head was still spinning from everything that had happened. I couldn’t think straight. As he walked me out of the back door, he gave me a smirk before reminding me to come back for service later. Needless to say, I sat through his preaching with his cum and my wetness making my thighs slick. I sat right behind his unknowing prude of a wife. Every time he’d glance over in our direction he’d reach into the pocket that held my panties. I knew this was going to be the first of many Sunday meetings.

Piss Party

Once every few months, Mariana, Aubrey, and I get together for a weekend. The three of us always looked forward to the time we get to spend together. We’d always do things like watch movies, do face masks, and talk and gossip about different things. Along with these things, we had a ‘different’ kind of fun. The first night of our weekend together is always spent the same way. It always starts with us drinking wine to our heart’s content while naked. We take in as much wine as our bladders can handle before the real fun starts. When our bladders are nice and full, we put down towels on the floor. Whoever’s place we’re staying at gets to chose who’s cunt gets eaten first. The last time we saw each other, we were at Aubrey’s place, so she had the pick. She told Mariana to lay down; and for me to get more wine glasses. Aubrey’s tongue was already exploring Mariana’s cunt by the time I came back. I quickly joined Aubrey, sucking, and pinching Mariana’s tits. Aubrey and I took turns lapping at Mariana’s cunt. When Mariana’s bladder became too painful to hold anymore, I handed her the glass. We watched as she filled up the glass, the three of us jokingly arguing about who gets to take the first sip. After making out with Aubrey, I convinced her to let me drink our new ‘wine’ first. Mariana handed me the pissed filled glass. I wasted no time drinking it. I moaned at the taste, which caused a smile from the two girls patiently waiting their turn. When I was done, I handed the glass to Aubrey, who eagerly took a sip from the glass. Aubrey passed the glass to Mariana, who was excited to taste her own piss. While Mariana enjoyed her own piss, Aubrey got up and got a bucket. She said she had been saving it for the next time we came over. She told Mariana to dump what was left in the glass in the bucket before they turned their attention to me. I made out with Mariana as Aubrey ate my cunt. I couldn’t help but moan into Mariana’s mouth. After a few minutes, the girls switched. I tasted my cunt from Aubery’s lips while Mariana enjoyed my cunt. The same thing happened when I felt my bladder was close to giving. Aubrey handed me a glass, and I filled it to the brim. We took turns drinking from the glass before that, too, went into the bucket. Last but definitely not least, Mariana and I took turns eating Aubrey’s cunt and making out with her until she needed to piss. Before adding her piss to the bucket, we decided to do a piss swap. Aubery got her mouth filled with her piss, then spat it into my mouth. In turn, I spat her piss into Mariana’s mouth. We kept passing the piss back and forth between each other’s mouths until Aubery swallowed it. After pouring her glass into the bucket, she picked it up then told her to follow her into the bathroom. She told us to get in the tub, then got in with us. She took one of the glasses, submerging it in the filled bucket. She poured the filled glass over our heads. We giggled and laughed as we made out with one another and poured more piss over ourselves. When the bucket was just about empty, we drank the last little bit of piss that was left. The three of us sat in the tub, our fingers and mouths exploring each other’s bodies before we showered together. We spend the rest of the night drinking wine and piss and playing with each other’s cunts, asses, and tits. The first night of our weekend is always our favorite, but how could you blame us?

Toilet Whore

“What the fuck are you doing, you stupid cunt,” Sir screamed at me? Sir had come home early. I was on a strict no-touching rule. To make matters worse, I was cumming as Sir walked in. I knew I was in for a terrible punishment, and I started to cry right away. Sir stormed over to me, smacking my face and cunt multiple times. He made sure to do it as hard as he could. He grabbed me by my hair and led me to the bathroom. “If you insist on touching that cunt of yours, you can touch it. It’s gonna be under my rules though. Don’t forget, you belong to me. You do what I tell you. I use you for my entertainment.” Sir lifted the toilet seat, “if you’re gonna rub yourself, you’ll do it with your head in there.” He stared at me, waiting for me to do it. I knew I couldn’t back out. I bent over the toilet, sticking my head in. I reached down and began to rub my cunt, the sound of Sir’s laughter filling the room. I was to edge every day for thirty mins with my head in the toilet. This was only the begging of a multiphase punishment.

After a week, it was time for the next phase. “You’ve been a good cunt this week, so I’ll be nice. You get to cum every day this week!” My initial reaction was to be excited, but knowing Sir, it was too good to be true. I knew there was a catch, and I was going to have to wait to find out. When it was time for my edging, Sir followed me into the bathroom. I did my edging with my head in the toilet like I was instructed to. When I got close, Sir told me I could cum, if I shoved my face in the water. I pouted, but I was so desperate to cum, I agreed. I submerged my face into the water while my orgasm flowed through me. This was to be how I came every day, until further notice.

It had been a little over a week since I had started submerging my face in the water, while I came. It was time for Sir to take it up a notch. “You don’t have to stick your head in the toilet while you rub your cunt anymore.” Like being able to cum, I knew there was a catch. “Instead of sticking your head in the toilet, you’re to lick and kiss the toilet seat.” I wanted to protest, but even with all my protests, I’d still have to do it. To add to the humiliation, Sir made me rub my cunt against the seat before I licked it. Before I came, Sir made me submerge my face again, this time flushing the toilet as I came. I never licked the same thing two days in a row. One day it was the seat. The next day was under the seat. The day after that was the toilet bowl itself. It all ended with him flushing my face and laughing at me though. 

The last phase was the most humiliating. Sir pissed in and all over the seat. I was to lick the seat clean, before shoving my face completely in the piss filled water.  For twenty minutes, I had to lick the toilet clean, then shove my face in his piss. When Sir needed to piss, this is what he did. Just the mention of him needing to piss made my cunt drip. Eventually, Sir didn’t allow me to cum, but I didn’t care. I looked forward to this every time he got up. I knew I was a disgusting whore for getting turned on when Sir needed to piss, but my cunt has a mind of its own. Hopefully one day, Sir will let me cum again. Until then, I’m happy being a toilet whore.

A Father’s Love

I hadn’t even made it to lunch before I grew restless. I excused myself from my 4th period class, making sure to slide my phone in my sweater pocket before leaving. Second lunch had just started, so I wasn’t worried about there being too many girls in the bathroom. I walk into an empty bathroom, and lock the door behind me, just in case. I looked at myself in the mirror for a few moments and reflected on everything that had been happening that past week. I asked myself if I had really gotten this desperate, and the answer was I did. I pulled out my phone and bent over in front of the mirror. I lifted my skirt, to reveal my wet, panties that were filled with cum. I took a pic, then took the panties off. I snapped a pic of my well-used cunt too. I pulled my panties back up, then sat on the bench. “I need you to pick me up. Please! I can’t wait till after school. I need you again,” I typed, then attached the pics. I hit send, hoping for a quick response. I got what I wanted. I went back to class and waited. I tried to stomach the last the rest of my senior year English class, while I waited. After 25 minutes, the class’s intercom came on, the secretary’s voice over the speaker. “Please send Miss. Kile down. Her father is here to pick her up.” I tried to hide my smile as best I could. I grabbed my bag and said bye to my friends. I walked out of the class, then down to the office. Dad smiled when he saw me, I can see the excitement all over his face. This was the first time I was doing this. This was the first time I needed this, that I was initiating this. We said goodbye to the secretary and walked out. We got in the car and started the drive home. It was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. The anticipation of what was to come kept us focused and silent. The possibilities of what was to happen next filled our minds. He placed his hand on my upper thigh and smiled at me. I smiled back, but neither of us said a word. I could tell how happy he was. His little girl finally enjoying the plan he had for me all along. I finally wanted it just as much as him. This wasn’t the case just a week prior though. The week before I was horrified. I was disgusted. I was ashamed. I hated myself for turning 18. I hated myself for being his daughter. I hated that he and mom had lost all the love they once had for each other. When I sat in that car, waiting to get home, I felt differently. I felt like there was nothing in the world I was more thankful for. If you had told me I’d be sitting in my father’s car in the middle of the afternoon on a school day to do what we’re about to do a few weeks ago, I’d think you were insane. If you had told me a week prior to this when I turned 18, my own father would make advances towards me, I’d tell you that you were sick. If you had told me that my own father who I loved and adored all my life, would come into my room the night I turned 18 and touch me, I’d tell you you were lying. But not only did he come in my room that night and touch me, he kissed me. He pulled my pajama shorts down. He was the first person to touch me there. He was the first person to force his big long fingers in me. He was the first person to lick me there. He was my first. Even through the sobbing and trying to fight him off, he was my first. He left me that night dripping, and not with my own cunt juice. Every morning before the school bus came and every night before bed, he did it again. He left me filled and dripping, and ashamed. Except for that day. That day when I texted him, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more. I needed more. I couldn’t wait till that night. After school didn’t leave us enough time before mom got home. This was what motivated my text. We arrived at our house, dad squeezed my thigh as he pulled into the driveway. We got out of the car, wasting no time to get to the door. He locked the door behind us and shoved me against it. He kissed me passionately, so passionately you wouldn’t be able to tell I was his daughter. It seemed almost like I was his wife. Like I was just his lover. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Our lips stayed locked, as he carried me up the stairs. He dropped me on the bed, the bed he shared with his wife, my mom. He looked down at me, admiring the cock hungry whore he made his little girl into. He unbuttoned my shirt, taking in the sight of my pretty pink bra against my brown skin. He got in between my legs and pulled off my white cotton panties. He examined what he did to me only a few hours ago. I was a virgin a few days ago, but he had cum in me every day since, twice a day, He shoved his big fingers in my tight hole. The night I turned eighteen, he forced himself into me to prove a point, since then he’s cared enough to loosen me a bit first. He fingered me fast, my soft moans filling the room. He didn’t want me to cum yet though. I was only allowed to cum on his cock or in his mouth. He quickly undressed, freeing his hard cock, I took it into my mouth eagerly. I sucked and licked, tasting the juices I had left on him before school. When he was ready, he told me to spread my legs. He got in between them, and pushed into me slowly, both of us moaning. He pushed in completely, marveling at the sight of his daughter taking his cock. It was something that never got old to him. He caressed my cheek, telling me he helped make such a beautiful girl. He told me he chose this room on purpose. He didn’t want to fuck me like a pervy dad fucking his young daughter. He wanted to fuck me like I was his lover. He wanted to make love to his daughter. He kissed me as he started to fuck me. He gradually picked up the pace, as he told me how much he loved me. He told me he waited for this ever since he and mom started to hate each other. He told me that he planned on getting me pregnant and leaving mom. He told me he was grooming me to want this, grooming me to be his lover first and daughter second. He kissed me as he filled my cunt with cum again. He asked me if I wanted this, and without hesitation, I said yes. Until mom got home, we fucked off and on. Mom came home to me sitting on the couch doing homework. Little did she know loads of her husband’s cum were dripping from me. That day was the day dad finally told mom he wanted a divorce. Now I’m pregnant with my first child, of course, it’s my dad’s. I have three more months left of school before dad and I move away to start our new lives. The life of me being his wife, lover, submissive, and the mother of his children. I’ll always be his sweet little daughter, but only we know that.