Chapter 4 The Priest & Pleasure:>>Ep4

• Lucas moaned as he watched the pretty, half-naked teen energetically sucking his dick, her lovely tits jiggled with her movements. He longed to grasp them, but didn't want to go too far too fast. He could barely believe how good it felt, almost as good as the first blowjob he had gotten from Hayley Holloway. Diana was a little less experienced, occasionally he felt a little brush of tooth. Still, it was a warm wet and eager mouth, clutching his cock with soft lips.
• Oh Lord, it was too much, he could feel the blessed sperm rushing up from his balls. He clenched his muscles, shoving himself into the teenage face a few more times just to prolong the enjoyment.
• "Oh, stop, stop, Diana, yes!"
• He pulled out of the heavenly mouth and with a shout of ecstasy, released his cum. A thick jet of it splattered across the perfect young tits, followed by another and another, making her squeal in surprise. He gasped and panted with the force of the pleasure, feeling a brilliant glow from within as he watched his cum spray her.
• "Oh Diana," He said, grabbing the desk to stay upright. "Oh that was marvellous."
• She was looking down at herself with an expression between dismay and fascination.
• "It's the yoghurt." She said wonderingly.
• "Yes, yes it is," He fought to get his breath back. "Yes, we call it 'cum', my child."
• "Cum?" She repeated. "Gee, cum sure feels warm. And it's all sticky. Look, it's stuck to my hand."
• "Yes, yes it is," Lucas said, watching the teenager playing with his sperm as it ran down her breasts. "Why don't you taste it?"
• "Oh, um..." She looked at the stringy goo on her fingers. "Um, is it safe?"
• "Oh yes, it's good for you. Go on, lick it up, I don't mind."
• "Hmm, it tastes funny," She said, licking her hand. "It's... not that nice. Kind of yucky."
• He watched her lick a few more globs of cum, making little faces of distaste each time. My God, he thought, thank you for these girls. Truly you have blessed the world with them. Thinking so, he pulled up his pants and put away his slimy cock.
• "Now, Diana, we should get you cleaned up. Then I can tell you how you can help your father."
• "Oh, great," She said, sitting unashamedly with her bare, soiled chest out. "What can I do Father? I so want to help Daddy."
• "I think you have the skills, my child. I'll tell you exactly what to do, and what to say, and I'll give you some clothes to help you."
• He told her this as he dabbed at her chest with some tissues, making sure his hands brushed against the firm young flesh as much as possible.
• "Oh, that tickles, Father," She giggled. "Are you sure this is okay?"
• "Yes, my child," He said happily. "This is God's work."
• ***
• Joe Takchi was sitting in his study, pretending to work on his manuscript as he thought about sex. He was writing yet another technical manual for his company's electronic equipment and was well ahead of schedule, so it didn't really matter if he wasted some time. His wife Sally had gone to work at her late shift an hour ago and if his daughter had been out, he would've watched some porn. As it was, he was stuck.
• It was about five in the afternoon and outside his window it looked like a lovely day. Maybe he should ask Diana if she'd like to have a swim? No. In his heart, he knew it was a bad idea. Ever since his wife's interest in sex had dried up, Joe had found himself transferring more and more of his lust to their daughter. True, she was absolutely beautiful, athletic and unconsciously sexy -- but she was his only child, his flesh and blood. He could never act on it, no matter what fantasies he might have.
• Trying to focus on the work was hopeless. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so he reached under the desk and started rubbing the half-stock he had. His mind ranged around for something to think of, staying well away from his daughter. What about that girl who worked in the drive-through the other night? The young one with the long blonde hair and the blue eyes and the tits that pushed out her tight little uniform shirt-
• "Daddy?" He jolted upright as Diana spoke from the doorway. She looked stunning as usual, wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a blouse tied up so that it showed off her washboard stomach. Her big brown eyes regarded him innocently.
• "Oh, hello sweetie," He tried not to stammer. "Sorry, must have drifted off for a second."
• "Oh, sorry Daddy."
• "No, that's okay, sweetie. What's up? Are those new clothes?"
• He took a long, long look at the skimpy garments and the flesh they left exposed. Usually his wife dressed their daughter in much more conservative fashions.
• "Yeah," She looked embarrassed. "Yeah, I borrowed them from someone at school. Don't tell Mummy, okay?"
• "Okay, sweetie. They look... nice."
• "Yeah, they're much cooler," He thought her voice sounded a little stilted, strange. "Don't you feel hot today, Daddy?"
• "Yeah, a bit hot," He agreed, feeling the heat in his groin. "Do you want the air-con on?"
• "No, it's okay," She took a little breath. "I thought you might, uh, like to go for a swim."
• He caught his eyes wandering over the lovely stomach and lean thighs, forcing his gaze back to her face. "Oh, I don't know, sweetie. Daddy's got a lot of work to do."
• "Oh," She said, obviously saddened. "Oh, but I really want to. Are you sure, Daddy?"
• "Yes," He said, knowing it was for the best. "I've got to work."
• "But I've got a new swimsuit," She said. "I borrowed it too. I wanted you to see it."
• Joe felt saliva flood his mouth. "Oh, well, um."
• "It's really nice," She went on. "It's not like my one. It's a bikini."
• "Really?" He croaked. "Well, I don't know..."
• "Okay," She said quickly. "I'm going for a swim anyway. You can come down later, if you like."
• Joe watched as his daughter's barely-clad ass disappeared out of the doorway, leaving him sitting with his cock twitching in his shorts. The sight of her bare stomach and thighs seemed burned into his vision like the glare of the sun. What would that body look like in a bikini? He remembered the one time he had dared to sneak a look through the bathroom door when she was showering, catching only glimpses of the lean hard body. It had been enough to fuel weeks of half-shameful frantic masturbation.