by Candy Quinn
I know he’s getting closer, and the little trickle of his cum down from my pussy along my thighs, and into the dirt, reminds me of what’s to come.
I tentatively reach my free hand around, grabbing the base of his cock and beginning to stroke it, holding on firmly as I work to coax him closer to that perfect moment. I want him to remember this for all time, not just ‘cause of the camera, but because of how good he felt. I want him to look back at his video, and be able to still feel my lips around his cock.
He bucks in, and it nearly makes me gag, but I hold strong. Then I watch as his perfectly sculpted body tenses, muscles bulge and twitch, and he lets loose such a deep, long moan that fills the sunny midday air as he unleashes another thick stream of cum, right down into my mouth and throat.
Jack loses it, and by it I mean everything! He loses control of his grasp on the camera, he leans forward, taking hold of the car for support! And he grasps my head tightly with the other hand as his camera falls atop the hood of the car and I suckle every last drop from his big, hard dick.
I never wanted that moment to end. But it did, of course.
But in another way, it kinda lasted. Because long after Jack went back to serve his time in the military, I was left with the fruits of our few days and nights together.
I remember making my way to sit down in front of a computer, skyping with Jack halfway across the world to show him what happened.
“Lordy Jill!” he exclaims, as I sit there, craddlin’ the big, round belly I now sported. “Damn,” he says, and I start to get a lil’ nervous.
But it don’t last long, because I see the big grin formin’ on his broad, chiselled jaw.
“Damn, you look prettier than ever now,” he says with a rumble of excitement.
The Priest’s Brat
Book Themes:
Teacher / Student, Stepfather / stepdaughter, taboo, creampie
Word Count:
5,456
Our schoolhouse was a religious institution, and my teacher a devout Christian. Also happens he was my step dad. All those things combined to make me feel extra guilty about the way I dreamed of him, topless and exposed. His thick, hard cock sticking out, wrapped in his fist as he stares right at me.
I’ve had that danged dream for so long, ever since one night I wandered out of my room late and caught a sight of him just like that in his bedroom. Or at least I think I did; I was so tired maybe my sinful mind dreamed it all up!
Whatever it was, I can’t even hardly recall a morning I didn’t wake up, panties all wet and ruined from the thoughts of his big, hard dick ready to slide on in me. To do things to me that the lord would never approve of.
So colour me surprised when this morning, as I made breakfast for my step dad as he gets ready to teach Sunday school, he looks me over from the table and says:
“You are a wicked sinful woman, Amy,” and my eyes are going wide as I stare at him.
He knows!
“I-I’m sorry!” I say.
Dad’s a big guy, and though he teaches, he’s an active man. He does a lot of physical labour around the property, so his shoulders are broad and I know he’s got a lot of muscle in under his shirt and sweater.
“Are you, Amy?” he asks me, sitting back in his chair, pushing away from the table as his eyes roam up and down over me.
“Y-yes!” I say, blurting it out immediately.
“You’re dressed as sin itself,” he says to me, motioning to my skirt and blouse, and though I tried to cover up, I had to admit my breasts were large and hard to keep contained, and my skirt… well, I might’ve hitched it up higher than it needed to be.
“You’re a temptation to every man who lays eyes on you,” he says, running a hand back through his short dark hair and giving a deep, heavy sigh. Then I notice he’s sat with legs wide apart, one hand resting upon his thigh in those black pants, right beside a thick bulge.
“I-I’ll go change,” I say, and I try to rush past him. But he catches my arm and leans in, his nostrils flaring.
“Why bother, Amy?” he asks me, peering at me over the rim of his glasses, and though he’s already shaved this morning I can see a lil’ bit of dark stubble on his strong jawline. “You can’t help what you are,” he says to me and I stare at him, confused.
I’m afraid to ask. But I do anyhow.
“What am I, dad?” I ask, and he pulls me in against his thigh.
“You’re a temptress,” he says, and I can feel my stomach lurch. Because while I have improper thoughts, I’ve struggled all my life to do as the Lord wants me to!
I can feel my big green eyes widening and preparing to cry.
“It’s okay darling,” he says to me, brushing his free hand over my smooth cheek, pushing away my thick golden hair as he looks at me with such affection, such… I don’t even know what that other feeling is exactly, but it’s strong, and forms a pit in the center of my stomach.
“What’s wrong with me?” I ask, and he pulls me onto his lap, putting his big, strong arms around me.
“The Lord put you on this earth to tempt men, Amy. And he gave you all the assets one could ever need to do it,” he says, looking down over me, letting his hand trail down, over my chest, along the curves of my breasts, and I know that it's wrong but it feels oh, so good.
“You’ve got the best pair of tits any woman on God’s green earth could ever hope for,” he says crassly, flicking open a couple buttons on my blouse, letting his fingers sink into the bare flesh there.
“I… I can’t help that, father,” I say, breathless, my cheeks burning red as I feel him throb beneath me. Is this another dream? So vivid and powerful?
“I know ya can’t sweetie,” he says with a smile. “But the Lord don’t give us tools if we aren’t supposed to use ‘em. And he put you on this earth to test men. And you should do just that.”
I can feel my eyes go wide at him as I stare in disbelief.
“What ya mean, dad?” I ask, sounding a bit dumb.
“I mean you need to use this body to lure in men. To test ‘em, see if they take the bait of sin,” he says, tugging my bra down from my shoulder, exposing one breast as he grasps it, squeezing the pale flesh in his big, rough hand.
It makes me shudder and moan, but I flutter my eyes shut.
“And if they give into sin?” I ask softly, my voice quaking, and I feel his lips up on my neck, kissing beneath my ear.
“Then you let ‘em. See how sinful they get,” he says to me, his voice gotten so deep and low, so rough and raspy. “See if they do as the Lord demands, and spill not a drop of seed on the ground,” he says, his voice becoming a growl as he squeezes my butt and fondles my breast.
“But… but won’t the Lord be mad with me?” I ask, breathlessly. “Temptin’ men to do wrong? To fornicate without marriage?” I quickly feel it all fading away as he kisses and fondles me, and all I can think of is him, my daddy.
“You’re clean of conscience, sweetie,” he says, nipping my neck and making me squeal. “You’re just doin’ the Lord’s work… exposing sin. You can’t be held responsible for what a man does with his lusts,” he reassures me as he pinches my pink nipple and makes me gasp.
And y’know what? I feel it all eking away. All the guilt and worry.
Though with the way he’s touching me, making my body burn brighter, I worry about him. About the sinful way he’s touching me.
But I don’t want to say anything about that. I don’t want to say anything to make him stop. My hips grind against him, and I can’t do nothin’ to stop that. It’s just what comes natural, and I feel his thick cock throb between my ass cheeks. I wonder what it’ll feel like, touching against my flower, and my body aches with the thought.
I’ve wanted this for so long, but I didn’t have words for it. Didn’t have ways to describe what I needed, but he knows. His strong hands touching me so brazenly, his hard dick pulsing with every beat of his heart.
It’s sinful, but I’ve never wanted somethin’
more in my life than I do right now.
The way I was rockin’ my body atop his lap caused him to groan out aloud, his cock throbbing so very hard as he held me in his thick arms. His eyes were shut and I could see the look of bliss on his handsome, rugged face.
“Ohhh, you sweet vixen,” he growls out, his words so gravelly and rough as his strong hands squeeze and grope, sliding in beneath my skirt, grasping my panties and slowly but surely tugging them down with his powerful grasp. “You’re a born temptress… who makes men powerless to resist,” he says.
I should resist, should stop him from givin’ in to temptation rather than doing what I’m doing. Each of my slender legs pulls up, helping myself out of those cotton, white panties. I can’t help it anymore. He’s right. I was born to sin, and my entire body is cryin’ too loud, wanting just what he is offering.
I don’t even know what, not really. But for my fantasies and pure instinct, I don’t know what to expect, but I want it anyways.
He tugs the panties on down my thighs, along my calves and over my toes, liftin’ them up to his nose to take a deep breath and savour my scent upon them. I can see the look of exhilaration and thrill upon his face.
“Oh, you smell like heaven, Amy…” and his hungry, greedy eyes roam over me with such desire. “But your body is the gateway to hell for men.” He grasps onto me tighter, then lunges in, kissing my neck so ravenously, suckling and flicking his tongue over my skin.
I want to ask him why he’s allowing himself to succumb, why he of all people -- a man of the cloth! -- would give in to such temptation. Instead, a wanton, whorish moan escapes my lips and I bite upon my lower lip to silence my pleasure.
I can feel him kissin’ and sucklin’ at my neck, his hands feeling me up, sliding in beneath my shirt and skirt. Those hard hands roaming across my smooth flesh, parting my soft inner thighs as his long digits came to my seam. He touched me there as he kissed me, and what fire his simply little strokes did!
He did things to my lil’ cunny I couldn’t imagine before! And all with such simple little motions of his index finger.
It makes my back straighten, and his teeth nip down on my sensitive neck, and my world becomes nothing but heat and desire. I’d think I was in hell if it weren’t so good, but the heat is nearly enough to kill me.
“Daddy!” I cry out, even as my hips press towards his hand, begging those fingers to not stop.
His digits get nice and slick from my pussy, touchin’ and teasin’ me with such a masterful way about him. It was like he knew my body far better than I ever did, and he sank his fingers into my breast from within my shirt, squeezing at that fleshy mound as he pressed upon that sensitive bud of my clit.
“Ohhh Amy, my sweet child… you unbearable tease,” he growls to me, licking at my earlobe before nibbling it. “I have resisted your temptations for so damn long.”
I’m so worked up I barely know what way is up anymore. All I can feel is his body, pressed in against mine, his hard cock throbbing so quickly and I want him in me. I want it worse than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.
“I need you,” I gasp out desperately.
That gets a deep, growling groan from him, and his hands tighten upon me, squeezing my breast harder, pressing upon my sensitive little bud.
“Don’t say that…” he says, almost as if to himself, as he pops open some of the buttons on my blouse. “Oh Lord… I am helpless against his test at last,” he confesses, and he pushes me off his lap.
I’m confused for a second, thinking he’s resisted me. But then he guides me to the table, bending me over, sliding my skirt up over my rear.
“How do you need me, child?” he asks as he sinks his fingers into both cheeks.
I don’t have words for what I want, not truly, but I stick my bare ass up in the air, hoping against hope that he’ll know. That he’ll be able to see the need writ on my body, like a scarlet letter that proclaims what I need.
That I need him, my preacher, my daddy, my world. And I need him to defile me, and take that bit of innocence from me, to mark me as his forever and ever.
But all that comes out of my mouth is a half-gasp and a whimper as my legs spread and I offer myself to him.
He goes completely still for a while, and I fear he’s about to leave. But when I look back I see he’s transfixed, staring at my ass and the slick slit of my pussy beneath, right between my parted thighs.
“Heaven help me,” he says before he lowers himself to one knee and gets down, pressing his face in against me as he licks his tongue along my cunt and tastes me. Actually tastes me! And not just once either, he lashes his tongue again and again!
I scream, excitement and surprise coiling within me. But oh Lord, it feels so good. It feels more like what I imagine heaven to feel like than anything else, and I shiver with need.
There’s no way I can deny this is what I want and need. There’s no way to deny that my body craves this almost as much as it needs food. Like some instinctual part of me just woke up, and there’s no holding it back.
My daddy licks at me, eats me, and I can feel and hear the low, rumbling groan he gives as it reverberates through my loins, tickling my clit and leaving me to moan aloud. Those strong hands of his pry my cheeks apart wider as he fondles them, and his tongue swirls about my tiny little sensitive bud doing more to make my body tingle than even his fingers did.
I barely know how I’m still standing, my knees are quaking that bad, and I have to hold onto the table for support. I go on tip toes, trying to escape the powerful, pleasurable sensations, but he keeps pressing into me. There’s no reprieve, and soon my head is buzzing with something I’ve only ever felt in the middle of the night when I’m all alone. It starts in my head and between my thighs simultaneously, a thrum of energy sparking.
But daddy doesn’t stop, he’s insatiably hungry, and he just absolutely devours me! My knees shake, my legs quake, and the only thing holding me up is the table and his strong grasp on my ass. I can even feel his thumb pry inwards, teasing along my anal pucker as his mouth never quits.
All his muffled moans and growling groans hum through me as his tongue lashes and licks and swirls, and finally he brings me to such a dizzying high my whole world goes black! I’m cumming, and my whole body is bucking as he forces his tongue upon my oversensitive clit, his mouth consuming the gush of honey as I squeal out loud.
It’s so much more intense than anything I’ve experienced or even imagined before! I’m screaming, the sound echoing off our kitchen walls, and I’m bathed in my own juices. Every time his tongue runs along my length, I spasm again, my body so sensitive that I can’t stay still.
It’s so good, but almost too good!
Then it stops as he rises up, and I peer back to see him licking his lips, wiping up all the glistening honey that coated his mouth and savouring it. His strong hands grasp my cheeks, squeezing tight, almost to the point of pain as he sizes me up once more.
“Ohh Amy… I can’t resist you any longer…” he says, his voice a deep, needy husk as he reaches to his waist, unbuckling his belt.
I’m transfixed, lost to staring at something that I shouldn’t be seeing. I shouldn’t be watching him do such things, and yet I’m helpless to turn away. After all, if I can’t trust him of all people, who can I trust?
His pants open and I see that cotton bulge behind me, so thick and big, I have some innate understanding of what awaits me. I know it’s his manhood. And as he lifts his shirt enough to give me a brief view of his chiselled abs, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and tugs them down.
That’s when it happens, and his thick, meaty cock springs out so thick and hard and crazy big I whimper aloud!
“Oh Amy, see what your temptation has done to me,” he growls as the meaty shaft slaps against my ass, then slides down along my slick pussy.
I’m so wet, but I can still feel his firm, delicious cock against me, teasing me so wantonly. His heat burns against mine, and so
mething this good has to be a sin, because there’s nothing that feels this good. Nothing I’ve experienced before today, that is.
“I’m too weak to resist you any longer,” he says, and he purposefully rubs his thick, throbbing cock up and down along my pussy, smearing my juices over his veiny shaft. He moans aloud as he pulls back, then nudges that tip in along my labia, teasing and pressing in just a bit. “Ahh… yes… just a little… just a little and it’s not a sin,” he says, pushing in the tip of his dick, stretching my little slit around him.
But I don’t know how this couldn’t be a sin. How him just pushing the tip into my cunny could be anything but the gravest and wrongest thing, but that makes it feel even better somehow. The fact that it’s wrong and dirty makes me want it more, and I push back into him, but then I feel a sting of pain as he robs me of my virginity.
“Ohhh Amy,” he moans out, and then in short order we go from ‘just the tip’ to all the way. His thick cock sliding into me, stretching my virginal pussy wide as he sinks right to the hilt, filling me up with his veiny cock as it pulses and throbs.
Daddy moans aloud, and he grasps my ass cheeks and hips tight as he holds himself in place.
“Ohh Amy… I’ve sinned… fuck,” he says, and he starts to pull back. I whimper, thinking he’s going to pull out entirely but he doesn’t, he thrusts back in, instead, and starts to pump his cock into me.
I have to go all the way up on my tippy toes, and my pussy aches, but it feels so good. His huge cock taking me, pushing in so deep. I bend over the table, my tits pressed into the hardwood as I lift myself up so that my feet are all the way off the ground, and he’s fucking into me deeper than ever.
He sinks his hands into my waist and starts to speed up his pumps, beginning to thrust into me. The rising pace and force making my ass cheeks ripple and shake as he hammers that hard, muscular body of his against mine.
Those heavy, cum-laden balls swinging up against me as he picks up his pace, thrusting harder, faster, his moans filling the air as he takes me right there in the kitchen.
