by Izzy Slam
I licked and lapped the base of him, wrapping my lips as tightly as I could. I bobbed my head up and down and lightly pumped my fingers in a swivel around the base. He moaned and told me I was doing a good job, and I knew he was telling the truth because his cock kept oozing thick, salty fluid that coated the roof of my mouth.
I swirled my tongue over his length, feeling the heat build between my legs, even though I had just cum. It was as though that orgasm was just a tease, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.
“Sweet Jesus, baby girl,” he said, tightening his grip on my hair.
He pushed deep in my mouth and thrust a few times until his balls lightly tapped my chin. I used my free hand to touch them, feel the coarseness of his flesh as his sack drew up tight.
“You’ve done such a good job worshipping me with your mouth that I’m about to shoot my wad.” His voice was tight but steady, and I could feel his width expand and his flesh turn to steel as he pulsed out hot liquid on the back of my tongue.
“Aaaahhhh,” he moaned.
I swallowed down the first burst of seed, thinking that was it. But then another large pulse came out, bigger than the first, and I almost choked.
Granddaddy grunted as he pulled out a few inches, letting me catch my breath. Tears burned my eyes as he went back in, dumping another rope of cum on my tongue. I gulped it down, fondling his balls as they twitched under my fingers.
“Yeah, baby…” he said, pushing out one more load of semen.
I moaned as it swallowed it, pumping my fist up and down his hard shaft as I focused on sucking his cock head.
“That’s good, sweetheart. But Granddaddy needs that virgin pussy right now.”
He pulled out of my mouth and lifted me from the chair. His hand cupped my pussy as he leaned down to trail his tongue over my nipple, flicking it rapidly and planting kisses on my tender flesh.
His fingers pushed inside my pussy, and I was so wet that we both moaned as he slid in with ease.
“Are we going to go to hell for doing this?” I asked, feeling guilty for giving up my virginity in church, and to the man who was now my grandfather.
“No,” he answered, a dirty smile broadening his face. “Jesus said love one another, did he not?”
I giggled. “Yes.”
“Well. That’s what we’re doing. And I’m about to love you until we both cum again.”
He sat down in the chair and pulled me in his lap, cupping my ass. He kissed my breasts again, going back and forth between the two like they were his favorite dessert.
I ran my fingers through his silvery hair and rocked forward a little bit. I gripped his cock and used it to rub against my clit. Granddaddy held my ass and pulled me closer, forcing the head of his dick past my opening.
I was nervous about the impending pain, but also deliriously horny and wanting to experience him filling me up with his massive cock.
“Only one way to do this, baby girl.”
He pushed in deeper, stretching me so much I thought I would split in two. The pressure was deep and intense, but in a good way. I could already feel another orgasm looming in the distance as the head of his cock rubbed along my walls.
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked him, wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing my eyes shut.
“Only for a second.” And with that, he popped past my virginal membrane.
He was right. It only hurt for a second. Because when he pushed himself all the way in, I was consumed with lust.
He smacked my bottom a few times, letting out several loud animalistic grunts. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, baby girl.”
I huffed and began rocking my hips as he did the same. His hands roamed up to my chest and he teased my nipples. He looked up at me, and I pressed my lips to his, our tongues frantically exploring each other.
He cupped my ass again and pulled me closer, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. I bucked my hips as an orgasm approached.
“I’m going to cum, Granddaddy. Oh god…”
The only kind of orgasm I’d ever had was a clitoral one, but this? Oh my god, this was so different. It felt like my pussy was clamping down on his cock, getting tighter and tighter.
“Shit, baby. I’m gonna cum too…”
He slammed into me harder, using his hands to rock my ass back and forth over his cock. I huffed as my cunt exploded on his shaft in hard contractions that made me see fireworks behind my eyelids.
Granddaddy quickly moved a finger over my clit, making me cum there in an instant. All it took was a touch. I glanced down at his hand, watching his cock slide in and out of me as my body shuddered.
“Dump your seed in my belly, Granddaddy.”
He growled and fisted my hair, and then I felt his cum immediately start to ooze out of my slit.
“Ah, fuck, baby. I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”
I continued to rock my hips as he drilled in and out of my pussy. His hands roamed all over me, like he couldn’t get enough.
He kissed my neck, letting his tongue trail over me and causing electric tingles to shoot all through my body.
When my heart started to slow down, and my orgasm began to subside, I felt him go soft and slide out of me. I held onto him tighter, not wanting to let go. He did the same, holding me against his skin and caressing my back.
“Sexy little virgin granddaughter,” he murmured.
“Not anymore,” I said, laughing softly.
“Oh yes you are. As far as I’m concerned, every time we fuck it will be your first time.”
I raised my brow as he brushed my hair behind my shoulders. “We’re going to do this again?”
“Damn right we are. Here at the Lord’s House, or my house, or your house. Wherever.”
I smiled and kissed him, slowly slipping my tongue past his lips. He kissed me back and softly pinched my nipples.
“But for now, we better get dressed and get out of here. We have a barbeque to go to.”
“Oh, right. Do you have some clothes for me to change into?” I asked, glancing around the room and seeing nothing but bibles.
“Heck no.” He swatted me on the bottom. “You’re going back out there just like you came. Today, you’re my slut, and I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks.”
I laughed and threw my arms around his neck. That was my crazy, sexy Granddaddy. And I loved it.
~The End
“Bonnie”
***
My stepdaughter acts out on a church field trip, so when she gets back, it’s up to me as the youth minister and her dad to rein her back in. But once we’re alone inside my office, she starts acting out with me. I’ve had just about enough of her behavior. I’m going to bend her over my desk and take her innocence, even if we are at church.
The moment I saw Bonnie walking my way with Ms. Carruthers’ arm around her shoulder, I knew something had gone wrong. It was in my stepdaughter’s eyes, the look of shame sprinkled with a little anger.
“Hello, Mike.”
“Ms. Carruthers,” I responded, casting a quick glance at my daughter. “Is something the matter?”
Bonnie rolled her eyes and brushed past me, scooting inside my office where she could momentarily disappear.
Ms. Carruthers pulled me aside and cleared her throat. I already knew it wasn’t good.
“Mike, I’m afraid that Bonnie’s behavior while visiting the nursing home was … quite unacceptable.”
“Oh dear. What happened?”
I could only imagine what she had done. Bonnie turned 18 several months ago, and ever since, she had been dressing a little more risqué and even acting a bit flirtatiously with me. On one occasion, she actually walked out to the kitchen wearing only her bra and panties (all black with little red roses around the edges. Yes, I looked). When I asked her what she was doing, she just smiled and said, “Oh, sorry, Daddy. I didn’t think you were out here.”
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not perfect by any measure. I noticed her body,
her curves, that suggestive smile. And being a man, I couldn’t control the erection it gave me. Bonnie wasn’t my flesh and blood. But I had been her stepfather since she was almost ten years old. Her mother passed away six years ago, and I had been single ever since, focusing my time and energy on keeping Bonnie on the straight and narrow, and being a good youth minister for our church.
I felt guilty, feeling these twinges of desire for my stepdaughter. But there wasn’t much I could do about it, other than pray to stop having these thoughts.
“Well,” Ms. Carruthers began. “As soon as we arrived at the nursing home, the youth were split up into four groups to pass out the gift baskets with clear instructions to meet back at the main entrance at four p.m. When Bonnie didn’t show, I had to go hunt her down.”
“Oh goodness. Where was she?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair.
Ms. Carruthers cleared her voice again. “She was in one of the resident’s rooms, displaying her body while the gentleman … exposed himself in a very unchristian way, if you understand what I mean.”
I pulled in a deep breath and spun around, completely embarrassed by my daughter’s behavior and honestly not sure how to respond to this. All I could picture was Bonnie’s naked body being ogled by some old man while he jerked off. Jealousy stirred inside of me.
“Yes, Ms. Carruthers. I understand fully what you’re talking about.” I paused. “Did anyone else witness this or know what happened?”
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “No. Fortunately I was alone when I found her, and I didn’t tell a soul. I figured you should be the one to handle this, not only because you’re the youth pastor but because you’re her father.”
I nodded and rubbed my chin. “Thank you so much for your discretion. I appreciate it more than you know. And you can rest assured I will handle this immediately, and she will not be acting out again. You have my word.”
Ms. Carruthers smiled at me and wished me luck before disappearing down the hallway. I waited until she was out of sight before heading into my office and shutting the door.
Bonnie sat in one of the soft leather chairs in front of my desk, picking at her fingers like she didn’t have a care in the world. But I knew that was just a nervous habit.
I sat down at my desk and attempted to make eye contact. She refused.
“Well, I just got quite an earful from Ms. Carruthers. I’d like to hear your side of the story.”
She finally looked at me and twisted her face before rolling her eyes. “Dad, that woman has an overactive imagination. I can only imagine what she told you.”
I chuckled. Not that there was anything funny about what she had said, but it was typical for her to get a little feisty about something she had done wrong.
“Well, she told me in a very indirect sort of way that she caught you revealing yourself to a resident there while he did the same. I assume he was masturbating?”
Bonnie pulled the elastic out of her ponytail and shook her head. “Yeah. He was jerking off. Had a big dick too. The kind a girl could really—”
“Okay,” I said, holding up my hands. “That’s quite enough, Bonnie.”
She flashed me that suggestive smirk she had mastered over the last few months. “At least I know she didn’t stretch the truth.”
“Why would she stretch the truth?”
Bonnie shrugged. “Women get jealous of me. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Ms. Carruthers really wanted to join me instead of scold me. I can tell when I’m around other kinksters.”
“Kinksters?” My cock strained against the fabric of my underwear. Hearing her talk like that was putting thoughts in my head a man shouldn’t have about his daughter. Particularly in a church.
“Yeah, you know, kinky people with kinky thoughts. Like me.”
She picked up her leg and tossed it over the arm of the chair, effectively tugging the lower edge of her mini-skirt up to the top of her thigh. I caught a brief glimpse of what looked like smooth, bald lips before averting my gaze back up to her.
“You have kinky thoughts?” I asked, surprised that I was even allowing myself to “go there” with her. I should stop this conversation in its tracks and punish her.
“Yes,” she laughed. “Don’t act so surprised, Daddy.”
She bit her lip and swung her leg back and forth.
“I’m not all that surprised, frankly. I am quite concerned about what would possess you to remove your clothes in front of a strange man, and all while on a church outing.”
Bonnie rolled her eyes and flashed a look of frustration. “I know I shouldn’t have done it, so you can save your lecture.”
I pulled in a breath and held back the look of frustration I was feeling at the moment. “I’m glad to know you’re aware that you were in the wrong, but that doesn’t answer the question, Bonnie. What made you want to do that?”
She bore her gaze into me and rolled her tongue between her teeth before giving a quick shrug. “It’s pretty simple, Daddy. I was horny. And I like turning men on.”
I gulped, feeling a hard rush of blood through my cock. My face heated in a combination of embarrassment and desire.
Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, causing her blouse to open up and reveal her round breasts as she continued. “I also like to watch men stroking themselves. Don’t you think it’s perfectly normal to have a healthy sex drive?”
She leaned back in the chair and began twirling her hair around her pointer.
I shifted in my seat, struggling to come up with an appropriate answer. “Of course I think it’s normal to have a healthy sex drive. But there are appropriate Christian ways to channel those feelings that don’t involve revealing yourself to a perfect stranger. The Lord says to treat our bodies as a temple, and that—”
Bonne interrupted me with her laughter. She ran her hands along her chest. “I was treating my body as a temple. That man was worshiping every square inch of my body with his eyes. And please, don’t tell me you wouldn’t like to do the same, Daddy.”
She brushed her tongue along her lower lip as she began to unbutton her blouse.
I sat frozen, feeling my cock strain with an erection. “What are you doing, Bonnie?”
She brought her legs down and scooted forward in her seat. I could see her cleavage, the slit between her breasts long and deep, and my mind was suddenly teeming with thoughts of what they would feel like in my hands. I pressed down on my erection and pushed the thoughts away.
“I know you have fantasies about me. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Daddy.”
She stood up and started making her way around to my side of the desk. I kept my eyes on her, particularly the way her fingertips began drawing up her skirt.
“How have I looked at you, Bonnie?”
“Like you want to fuck me,” she answered, smiling.
I was stunned with her language, and with the emphasis she placed on the word “fuck.” But I was also simultaneously aroused beyond words. And I was disgusted with myself.
“Bonnie, you will not use language like that inside this church, nor will you speak to me like that.”
“Why is that? Are you afraid of what you might feel, or how you might react?” She reached the corner of my desk and sat down, sliding along the wood as she slowly gathered her skirt and pulled it higher. My mouth dropped open as she placed her foot on the arm of my chair and allowed her legs to fall open, exposing her womanhood to me.
I looked up at her, cupping my hands in my lap so she couldn’t see how hard I was. And just the simple act of covering my erection made me stiffer, the shame that I felt I needed to hide.
“I’m not afraid of anything, Bonnie. The way you’re talking and acting? It’s disrespectful. And as your father, I’m asking you to stop, close your legs, and resume your seat across from my desk.” I nodded to the chair. But she wasn’t paying attention.
A smirk played on her face, one that was riddled with lust. My blood ran hot as it pumped through my
veins and my cock.
Bonnie pushed her shoes off, and I watched them fall to the floor. Pushing the arm of my chair, she forced me to swivel in her direction. My hands flew up to grab the edge of the desk in an attempt to stop her, which effectively exposed my erection. With a quick glance, Bonnie darted her gaze there, smiled, and pressed her toes over my hardness.
I was so stunned, I didn’t do anything or say anything. Just sat there like a helpless victim as she massaged me for several seconds. I felt my cock bump underneath, and it lit a flame under my skin.
“See,” she murmured, leaning forward. “I knew you wanted me.”
A sexual rage coursed under my skin, and I grabbed her by the ankle, pushing her leg down and darting out of the chair. A look of shock washed over her face as I pulled her off my desk and spun her around.
“Daddy!” she gasped.
“This behavior of yours is going to stop,” I grumbled through clenched teeth.
I pushed her face down on my desk and pulled up her skirt. Her bare bottom was soft pink, the round globes of her flesh taunting me. And her moans let me know she was enjoying this, which didn’t help the situation.
Keeping my hand firmly on her shoulders, I began to deliver several hard slaps to her ass, watching her flesh jiggle, and using my strength to hold her down in case she tried to sit up. Which she didn’t.
I watched her face morph from one of surprise and slight fear to resignation and peace. And my erection only got stiffer.
“You’ve been very naughty, Bonnie.” I slapped her once more, hard as I could.
She jumped slightly and bit her lip.
“Yes, Daddy,” she purred.
I wondered if her nipples were hard.
“I will not have my daughter acting like a slut. Not in church, not outside of church.”
She reached up and gripped the edge of my desk, shoving some papers to the floor, and twisted her head in my direction.
“But … I’m a virgin. How can I be a slut?”
A low grumble bellowed from my throat. My cock pulsed inside my pants, and I felt a small amount of fluid seep from my slit. Dear Lord in heaven, my daughter was still a virgin?
