Before the congregation could finish the last song and benediction, I slipped out of my pew and down the outer aisle and headed to the restroom, hoping that no one would notice the big wet spot in my suit on my crotch and down my right leg -- caused by my daughter masturbating me. I got into the restroom and, seeing no one about, I looked in the mirror while I lifted my right leg. Wow. It was a big, big wet spot. Even through my boxers the semen had soaked all the way through. Looked like I pissed myself. I debated whether I should try to clean up some of the semen, or just make a dash for the car.
A loud click startled me and I turned, my heart pounding in panic. It was reverend Peabody, stepping out of a booth, holding his unzipped slacks up with one hand. He smiled and said hello cheerfully, then tucked his shirt and zipped up.
"Good to see you here, Jack. So was the sermon up to your expectations?... Whoaa! That's quite a wet spot you have there. Looks like someone was having a really good time!"
He laughed casually and checked his tie in the mirror, while I tried to think of something to say. He turned back to me and patted me on the back in a very friendly manner.
"That's an incredibly lovely daughter you have, Jack. I love that dress she was wearing this morning. Wouldn't mind seeing her come to church in that dress more often. I've been trying to get my daughter to show a little more of her figure at church, but she's shy -- you know how girls are. Say, would you like to put on some clean slacks? We're about the same size and I keep a spare suit in my office. No, really, it's no problem. Come with me."
And gently grasping my arm, he pulled me toward a door at the far end of the restroom. It was marked, Private. Karl Peabody pulled out a key and unlocked the door. On the other side was his well-appointed office, with huge bookshelves, solid wood desk, computer with oversized flat panel screen, two chairs and a daybed that doubled as a couch. The windows were big and bright but had frosted glass so nothing outside was visible.
"Let's see what I can find in this wardrobe, Jack. Yeah, these should fit you. Go ahead and take those off. No, no, no, Jack, it's okay, I'm a minister, and you wouldn't believe what I've seen as part of my ministry. Your skinny legs won't bother me."
I slipped off my slacks and pulled the belt out, only too aware of the sticky, gooey feeling of all that semen smeared down my thigh. I got a whiff of warm semen and blushed. If the reverend recognized the aroma of... He handed me his clean slacks and took mine out of my hand. He casually put them up to his nose and sniffed. And then he grinned at me.
"Don't worry, Jack, your secret is safe with me. I'm sure worse things have happened in this church before. In fact, I'm sure of it. I can only imagine that you're as attracted to that lovely daughter of yours as much as I am. And you were sitting a lot closer to her than I was, you lucky dog. I couldn't help but notice you looking down at her beautiful breasts during my sermon. No, it's okay, really. I'm not criticizing you, Jack. If I were sitting that close to such sensuous beauty, I would have gotten my pants sticky too. It's perfectly okay."
Despite my embarrassment, Karl had an amazing way of putting me at ease. He had just said that masturbating in church was not a big deal -- and somehow, bizarre though it sounded, I believed him and was reassured. I put on his slacks and threaded the belt. The fit was okay, although my boxers were still stuck to my skin. I was not so uncomfortable. He obviously assumed that I had masturbated myself, and I was not about to enlighten him. I picked up my jacket from the daybed and put it on. Karl said he would take my slacks to the cleaners and then return them. I turned around looking for the door out, just as his phone rang. Reverend Peabody answered it and began giving instructions for rearranging the sanctuary.
I found the door next to his computer desk and mumbled that I would let myself out. As I pulled the door open I looked at his computer screen. I would love to have one that big. It was maybe 28 inches... there was email poking out from under a browser, just maybe an inch. I did a double take, and a cold dry hand gripped my heart and squeezed. What little I could see said,
"Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper."
I'm not sure how we got home. I do rememeber that at Emmie's request, we went through a fast food window and picked up some sandwiches and soft drinks. The rest of the trip home was a blur, but there I was in my bedroom, peeling off my cold, sticky, damp boxer shorts. The aroma of stale semen was overpowering. I stripped and got a towel and put it around me. As I opened my door, I almost bumped into Emmie. She was still wearing the blue dress with the low, revealing neckline. She grinned at me most wickedly.
"I love you so much, daddy! Did you enjoy the sermon? What did you think about Noah fucking his two daughters and getting them pregnant? Wasn't that wild? Did you like that part, daddy? I sure did."
And she came up right against me and kissed me on my chin as she slid her hands along my torso and around my back. Her D-cup breasts were on full display in front of me, rubbing lightly against my bare chest.
"How come you need another shower, daddy? Did something happen in your pants this morning? Hmmm? Oh god, daddy, you smell wonderful! I wish you smelled this way all the time."
And she looked up at me with those alluring eyes and batted her eyelashes at me.
"Let me wash up, Emmie, then we can... talk. Okay? I'll be out in just five minutes, then we'll have some lunch and talk."
I pulled away from her slowly, her hands continuing to caress my chest as I turned. I went into the bath, only too aware that I had an erection again. A big one. The memory of Emmie stroking my penis in church was replaying over and over again in my mind's eye. My head was pounding. My heart was a fucking trip-hammer. I even thought I might be having a heart attack -- but no, it was just panic. I got in the shower, and ...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper... turned it on, and waited for it to heat up. I grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted a blob in my hand ...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper... and lathered up my crotch and my thighs. ...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper... I lathered my sticky ass and my raging hardon. I washed my penis, but I avoided masturbating, not now, at that moment I just wanted to get the odor of my spent cum out of my nose. ...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper...
Finally, I let my mind turn slowly to address the metaphorical elephant standing on my inner coffee table. Reverend Karl Peabody was... he was... was he... LilGirlsDaddy? Was he the one emailing my daughter with those obscene erotic fantasies? I felt a blast of cooler air, but I was transfixed by the question smouldering in my brain. Was he the pervert that was having cyber sex with ...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper...
Hands came around my waist and pressed flat against my stomach. Something warm and fleshy pressed against my back. ...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper... Omigod! OMIGOD! Emmie's hands slid down my soapy stomach and into the thick mass of lather and pubic hair at the base of my erection. I couldn't breath. I slowly looked down ...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper... as my daughter's elegantly small hands began stroking my soapy hard cock. Oh God!! An erotic pulse of unquenchable lust flashed through me.
"Oh god, daddy, you have no idea... no idea how much I love you... how much I... I want you... I dream of you, daddy... at night when I hear you masturbating, I dream of touching you like this... you're so hard, daddy... so hard... for me... I worship your cock daddy... I want it inside me"
...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper...
I was out of control. It was all too much. This isn't the way I wanted it, with that fucking reverend pervert standing behind my daughter pulling the strings. If, in fact he was. Or maybe it was just my paranoia. And I turned around trying to think of what to say to my daughter, when she pushed me back toward the shower wall. Water poured down my face and chest, my back settled against the water handles. And her face was in my face. And her lips were on my lips.
And her tongue was in my mouth.
And my arms were around her. And one of her hands was still trying to stroke my erection as it was pressed between our naked bellies.
...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper...
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and went to her knees. She was going to... oh, no! NO! Emmie, we need to talk about this first... We need to... to talk... oh, shit it was too soon, too soon to
...Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper...
The red swollen mushroom cap of my painfully erect penis disappeared in Emmie's mouth, and she simultaneously stroked my shaft with one hand, fondled my testicles with the other, and slid her tightly pressed lips up and down my rigid, throbbing shaft. All seven inches of it. God, who taught her how to take a cock down her throat like that? Oh god! My daughter was sucking my cock! Again! Only this time, it was so... so much hotter... and nastier... where the fuck did my seventeen year old baby girl learn moves like this? I could feel my penis thrust through the back of her throat, and her tongue swirl over the length of my rigid shaft.
Just as I was about to spew, she stopped and stood up. She grabbed the body wash as she grinned up at me lasciviously. In a moment she had pulled me out of the torrent of warm water raining down, pressed her back against me (pinning my throbbing erection against my thigh), lathered up the front of her body, grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. She moved my hands all up and down her body with her hands.
"I love you daddy... I want your hands all over me... I want your mouth all over me..."
My hands needed no guidance now. My lust had expunged all panic and jealousy from my mind. The only thing in the Cosmos that existed was Emmie's naked soapy body. Her little girl flesh was so warm and soft and inviting. My hands made love to her voluptuous breasts, massaging them, squeezing them together, rubbing my palms all over them, as I kissed her neck and told her how much I loved her. The feeling was exquisite, surpassing any sexual fantasy I had ever had. My fingers slipped between her soapy thighs, and she gasped loudly with pleasure.
"Oh god, daddy, yes! Yes! Yes!!"
My fingertips brailed her nipples, poised so high and perky upon her lovely mammary mounds, her hard swollen nipples begging to be sucked. My other hand brailed her young pussy lips, her clitoris, her sparse pubic hair, and the enticing entrance into her innermost sanctum. Her sacred chamber. The holy altar into which gifts of warm semen were to be offered. Like Noah had given his seed to his two nubile daughters, and impregnated them. Holy incest.
Emmie was breathing so loudly I could hear her over the rush of the shower that waterfalled over our naked writhing lust-filled bodies. I felt her hand reach behind her and grasp my male organ. The rush of pleasure was almost painful. Bolts of lust lightening flashed through my loins. Images of all the erotic fantasies I had wanted to perform on my daughter flashed before my eyes. I wanted to make her my lover, my slut, my submissive little whore...
But another voice in my head screamed, you don't want to do this, you DON'T want to do this!! This is incest! It's a sin, no matter what the hell that daughter fucker, Noah, did! People will find out, you stupid pervert! You'll be destroyed! They'l kick you out of your position at the university! You sick child fucker! You don't...
