Author: Call Me Daughter
Title: Easter Sunday
Summary: A family goes to church for Easter Sunday, but the father and daughter cause a scene and get thrown out.
Keywords: Mf, inc
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I don't belong in church. That's what everyone says.
Apparently, I belong in hell.
Personally, I like church, though I can’t fully articulate why. Part of it is that I like being a part of a crowd. I also think it's cool seeing everyone dressed up. Our church is really cool, too; it's this huge old building that looks like a castle from the road. When I was a little girl, it all seemed so grand and impressive. Maybe part of the experience is reconnecting with how wonderful everything seemed when I was a kid.
My family usually only ever goes on Christmas and Easter, and I think that we would have stopped a few years ago if I hadn't always been so excited about it every time. Two weeks ago, during dinner I asked my parents which Easter service time we were going to, and I saw the look my parents shared; they had clearly been hoping I wouldn't bring it up.
When Easter morning came, I was up before either of my parents. I wanted to make sure I looked good, even though I figured God didn't care and we didn't go regularly enough for us to have church friends that would notice. My excitement made me blaze through my morning routine. When it comes to shaving my legs and pussy, that can be downright dangerous, but thankfully I only ended up with one small cut on my ankle. Of course, shaving my pussy can be downright dangerous all by itself - not because I cut myself there much, but because once my pussy is bare I feel so sexy that I start to get horny. More than once I've missed my school bus because I started finger-fucking my tight wet pussy and lost track of time. That morning, I felt incredibly horny, but ignored my pussy's screams and finished getting ready instead.
Since it was such a warm spring day, I decided to go with a simple white sundress and sandals. The straps on my dress were too thin to hide bra straps, and my only strapless bra was dirty, so I ended up with just my thong underneath my dress that morning. As I slid into the back seat of the car, I yelped a little. My dress had ridden up just a bit, and my bare ass had touched the black leather, hot from sitting in the sun all morning. All of my earlier horniness vanished instantly.
"Um, I slipped a little, almost hurt myself," I said in response to the quizzical looks my parents gave from the front seat. My dad chuckled a little, my mom rolled her eyes, and we were on our way.
By the time we arrived at church, the parking lot was already very full. I had to restrain myself from running ahead of my parents to get into the building and find some seats. Because it was such a busy day, there were ushers assigning people to pews. We had thought that being fifteen minutes early would be enough, but apparently with the nice weather more people than usual had decided to show up. Before we knew it, my dad and I were pushed into the end of one pew and my mom was seated a couple of rows in front of us.
Despite the packed house, it was fairly quiet in the sanctuary. Some generic hymn was being played on the organ, and there were some whispers around us, but most people seemed to have a dazed look on their faces, as though they were almost regretting getting up so early. The peace of those seated combined with the chaos of those finding seats to create an odd atmosphere that relaxed me completely. It felt so good to be a part of this mass of people.
Almost as quickly as the relaxation washed over me, I felt my earlier horniness start to return. My mind drifted back to a couple of nights before, when my friends had thrown a party on Good Friday night. I had broken up with my boyfriend almost a month before, so it had been a long time since I'd had someone else's hands on my body and a cock inside me that wasn't made of rubber. The guy whose cock I rode that night was only the second guy I've ever fucked whose name I didn't know. As I thought back to that wild night, less than forty-eight hours before, I felt my pussy throb even harder. In my mind, I was on my back, my legs wrapped around that stranger's ass, pulling him into me over and over again.
Just then, my dad slid over even tighter against me, squeezing me between his body and the end of the pew, and shaking me out of my dirty memory.
"Sorry, babe," my dad whispered. "The usher asked us to squeeze down more, they're trying to fit in more people here." He put an arm around my shoulder and hugged me gently.
Now, if I told you that I had never thought of my dad sexually, I'd be lying. Living in our house, with thin walls, it would be impossible to not realize that my parents still had sex quite a lot. I can remember asking my parents about their "Grunting Games" when I was still a little girl, and without their frank conversations with me about sex when I was nine I probably would still have my virginity today instead of losing it last year when I was eleven. Hearing how excited my mom got while my dad fucked her and how explosive her orgasms sounded made me want to try sex for myself!
Knowing that your dad is very good at satisfying your mom is one thing; wondering how good it would feel to have him satisfy you is a whole different beast, and one that I had never considered before that moment. My dad was thirty-eight, more than three times my age - and of course, he was my father - but my body didn't care about any of that. My body knew that it was intensely horny, and it knew that there was a strong, good-looking man's body pressed against it.
Now, I'm not like some people who think that sex is dirty and wrong. Like I said before, my parents raised me to think of sex as normal and good, so I hadn't felt any guilt at all about thinking about sex while sitting in church. However, I was pretty sure that incest was fairly universally thought of as wrong, and that if anyone knew that my mind was replacing the guy from Friday night with my own father I would be thrown out of church immediately.
I shook the dirty thoughts from my mind and looked up to smile at my daddy. He looked back at me and gave me a squeeze.
"You look so pretty this morning, Madi," my dad whispered, smiling at me...and then I caught his eyes jump down to my chest for a moment before he glanced away. I looked down myself and realized that my nipples had hardened completely and were very visibly poking at the front of my dress. In my room, I hadn't realized just how thin the material of my white dress really was!
"Thanks, Daddy!" I said, and pressed into him a bit as I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
In turn, he hugged me closer and kissed me on the head...and again, I caught his eyes moving to my chest, this time catching a lingering look down the front of my dress.
At that moment, a hand reached between us and tapped my dad on the shoulder. I was so spun up that I almost cried out in surprise. I looked up to see an usher standing there.
"Excuse me, sir. Would it be okay for you to hold your daughter on your lap this morning? We're really short on space in here, and every seat helps."
I looked around the room, seeing lots of younger kids already sitting in their parents' laps, and couldn't believe what was happening. I could tell how wet my pussy was. I had already probably soaked through the crotch of my thong and started to make my dress a bit damp where I sat on it. I barely heard my dad answer, but moments later I felt him pushing me to stand and sliding in behind me.
When his strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me down into his lap, I melted. My big strong daddy was holding my body close to his, with his cock an inch from my wet slit. I knew that it was wrong to think the things I was thinking about him, but at that moment I didn't care. I didn't care what people thought about it. In fact, being in church with such taboo thoughts running through my head was even more exciting.
We sat like that as the choir started their first song. My dad's strong legs together with my legs dangling over the sides of his, spread open. Slowly I slid the front edge of my dress higher and higher until I was able to reach one finger underneath to brush against my clit. My body tensed, and I pushed my ass down into my daddy's crotch. To my surprise and excitement, I felt his hard dick push back, and heard my daddy groan. Still unsure about what was happening, I rocked my ass back and forth a bit, pretending that I was just trying to get more comfortable. His cock jumped again, and he inhaled sharply.
"Stop squirming, little girl," he whispered in my ear.
"I don't want to stop, daddy," I whispered back.
"Oh, god," he mumbled.
"Are you praying, daddy?" I asked with a giggle.
"You have no idea, Madi."
I looked over at the old man sitting next to us, both nervous and excited that he might have noticed what was going on. He looked like he was at least ninety years old, with thick glasses and a hearing aid...and he was clearly asleep, drooling onto his chest.
Realizing that our main risk of being caught was gone, I grew suddenly bolder. I leaned forward, my hands on my daddy's knees, and started grinding my ass into his lap. There was finally no mistaking my intentions, and when I felt his big hand cup around my left breast and fondle me roughly, there was no mistaking his either. He pulled down one strap of my dress and reached in to feel my bare flesh. I couldn't believe it. My own daddy was rubbing my naked tit in his strong hands, his other arm around my waist as I ground my butt against his crotch. My pussy ached for his touch, to feel his fingers on my clit.
As if he was reading my mind, my daddy's other arm left my belly and his hand rested on my thigh, just below the edge of my dress. He gently stroked my thigh, sending more shivers of excitement through my body. I stopped grinding into him and laid back against his body, the hem of my dress riding further up my thighs.
"Touch me, Daddy. Make me cum for you," I whispered.
In response, I felt his hand move up my leg and then under the edge of my dress. As he slid along my inner thigh and toward my wet mound, my body stiffened. Thick fingers pressed against me through the crotch of my thong. He laughed.
"Hot damn, little girl - you really are soaked!"
Instead of responding with words, I moaned and reached my hands for his. My right hand found his left and guided his rhythmic groping of my boob; my left hand found his right and slid it under my thong, where he fondled his own daughter's smooth, bare cunt. His breath was hot and heavy in my ear as he wet his fingers with my pussy juice and brushed them across my clit. I moaned as my daddy fingered my horny young pussy, my whole body in heaven as he brought me to climax.
As my orgasm shook my body, I tried to keep quiet instead of yelling out loudly like I wanted to. I wanted to scream, to tell the world that I had just come harder than I ever had in my life. I wanted everyone to know that my Daddy was the sexiest man in the world and that he had just given his twelve-year-old daughter the most amazing orgasm imaginable. But more than I wanted everyone to know, I wanted MORE.
"Good god, baby. I can't believe how horny you were," he said, laughing again.
"Were? I'm still horny, Daddy. I hope I'm not the only one..."
To confirm, I ran my hands along the inside of his thighs until I found the head of his cock. It jumped again when I touched it, and throbbed as I massaged the shaft through his thin dress pants. Even just feeling it through the layers, I could tell that his cock was huge - and I knew that I wanted it inside of me. Of course, I didn't think that it would happen there at church, but if my daddy was willing to go as far as we had in a place like that, I was sure I could convince him to go all the way in the privacy of our home. While I was thinking this, my dad started tugging up on my dress. It slid out from under my ass, and his hands went under, exploring my body as I explored the lump in his pants.
"You should take it out, baby girl," my daddy whispered. "Take out your dad's big cock and give it a tug."
I was so excited to hear him say that to me that I almost squealed. His hands slid under my ass and lifted me easily up off his lap a few inches so I could find his zipper, open it, and dive my hand inside. When my fingers wrapped around the hot flesh of my daddy's thick pole, he groaned and his dick jumped in my hand. My small hand only reaching half way around his shaft, I pulled it out and he lowered me back into his lap. When he did, my crotch nestled right up against his hard fuckstick, his cockhead sticking straight up a few inches past the top of my thighs.
For the next several minutes I was in a euphoric daze. At first I just stared at my daddy's beautiful prick and stroked it slowly with my hand. The very same cock that he used to make me was in my hand, pressing on my cuntlips. I could sense him looking around nervously, and then he pulled the front of my dress forward to cover what I was doing there. Of course, with both my daddy's and my own hands reaching under my dress, my ass was still very much on display. Meanwhile, I closed my thighs around his long shaft, pressed my wet pussy against it, and gripped the top couple inches in my fist. My body burned with lust for my own father, driving me to rock my hips, grinding myself up and down my daddy's cock. He let me do everything for a little while, but it didn't take long before he was rocking his hips too, his cock moving slightly up and down, fucking my thighs, hand, and the lips of my 12-year-old cunny.
Breathing heavily, with an occasional whimper from me and groan from my dad, we pushed against each other harder and faster. Our movements were very small, but feeling Daddy's dick sliding along my clit was driving me crazy. His hands moved out from under my dress to grip my thighs, bracing me for each of his small thrusts. I squeezed him harder in my hand, furiously jerking at the bit of his cock I held while bucking uncontrollably in his lap. My second orgasm hit me harder than the first, and as I convulsed I felt his hands tighten on my thighs. He buried his face in my hair to stifle his grunt, and I felt something warm and wet hit my belly. The next blast of cum was even more powerful, splattering on the underside of my tits.
“Holy shit,” Daddy groaned softly into my ear.
I just giggled and sighed, leaning back into his shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. His cock was still throbbing gently between my thighs, and I could feel both of our hearts racing as we panted for breath. Cumming with my Daddy in church was more incredible than I could have imagined - I’d never had a more profound religious experience.
Through all of our dirty play, we had completely tuned out what was going on in the service, and I almost jumped out of my skin when everyone around us stood up. I felt my dad stiffen in surprise as well. Was the service already over?
No, I realized, as the music began to play. It was just time for the congregation to sing. I forced myself to relax, then slid off my dad’s lap and stood in front of him on wobbly legs. The cum that he had sprayed onto my tits and belly made my dress cling to me there, while the pool he’d left in my crotch from his final few spurts now oozed down my legs, tickling me and giving me the chills.
Behind me I heard Daddy fumbling with his pants before standing up. He leaned in close, reading over my shoulder the hymnal I’d flipped open to the right page.
The first song was actually one of my favorites, and I lost myself in the beauty of the moment, singing my heart out despite how tired I had felt following my second orgasm moments before. The sound of the organ and the rest of the congregants surrounded me, held me close, and made me feel warm despite the dampness of my skin and the thinness of my dress. The warmth of my dad’s body, so close behind me, helped as well.
Now, despite having heard my parents fucking in their room for years, and despite having just experienced a bit of my dad’s sexual vigor myself, I was shocked when I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass through our thin clothing. I mean, some of the high school guys I’ve been with haven’t even been able to keep it up after they cum once, and I figured someone my daddy’s age would be spent for a while.
Curious as to whether he was fully erect or just partially, I reached back to his crotch, where I found his zipper still undone. Finding his cock as hard as a rock, I paused mid-verse to say “whoa!” and heard his low voice chuckle softly.
“You are the most heavenly creature here in church today,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath making me tingle. “What can I say? You have a powerful effect on me.”
“Hold the hymnal for me, Daddy,” I whispered back.
As soon as my hand was no longer holding the book, I used it to lift the back of my dress, then pulled his dick out and placed his long shaft against my ass. I spread my cheeks with my hands, then squeezed them tightly around his member. My little bum firmly gripping his meaty cock, I crouched just a little, then straightened and went up on my tip-toes.
My dad let me be in control for the next minute or so, alternating between bent knees and tip-toes, my ass slowly milking his dick. Eventually I think his self-control started to wane, because he held me still and took over the movement himself, thrusting his cock, still sticky with his cum, between my cheeks. As his upward thrusts became faster, they also became more forceful, and with each one he was lifting me up off the ground a bit. The hymnal was long-since discarded, both of his hands back on my hips under my dress again.
I knew that having my daddy rubbing his dick off on my ass wasn’t really close to fucking, but it was closer than I’d ever imagined being with him, and as he thrust himself against me over and over, I began to imagine that he really was fucking me. I imagined how amazing it would feel to have that thick cock stretching out my tiny pussy, to feel the slap of my dad’s crotch against my ass as he slid into me over and over...
The music was louder than ever, and it was a good thing too. I decided to take advantage of that fact and give my dad a little encouragement. I turned as much as I could without twisting my hips and began hissing out a filthier string of words than had probably ever been muttered in that building.
“Yes, Daddy, pound my ass cheeks! Ride my bum, Daddy! I want you to cum again for me! Shoot your jizz all over my back just like you did to my front, Daddy! Paint me with your cum, Daddy, make your little cumslut a filthy fucking mess!”
The encouragement worked better than I had anticipated; Daddy started thrusting at me with all his might, and moments later let out a mighty groan. As rope after rope of semen coated my back and oozed down over my ass, I lost track of what I was saying, and let me fantasy slip out into what I was saying.
“Oh god yes Daddy, just like that, fuck me, FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL’S HORNY CUNT!!”
The next few moments will forever be burned into my memory. I realized all at once that not only had I slipped from a whisper to a full-on yell, but that the music had stopped a few seconds earlier and most of the rest of the church had sat down. The words “HORNY CUNT” echoed across the ceiling of the cathedral as all eyes in the building turned toward us. I froze, terrified at what would happen next.
Thank god for my Daddy. He knew exactly what to do to make me feel better.
“Okay, then,” he said, grinning down at me and giving me a little wink.
The reactions of the people around us were as varied as you could imagine. A few people screamed in horror, a couple of them fainting - my mom included. Parents scrambled to cover their kids’ eyes and ears. Some people seemed to be trying unsuccessfully to pretend nothing was wrong. Many headed for the exit, shocked to see such lascivious behavior at church. Others simply stared at us in shock.
Then there were people on the other end of the spectrum. Many were staring in obvious arousal, with some licking their lips. Many of those who were still standing from the end of the singing remained standing, with others standing back up to get a better view. A few were brave enough to touch themselves as they watched us. One of the men who was still standing tried to hide his growing erection, while a young girl next to him stared at the bulge, sucking on her lip while she watched him reposition himself.
My view of the crowd was suddenly interrupted as my dad pushed me forward over the pew in front of me. The people seated there leaned away, giving me room. Daddy had already dropped his pants and torn open his shirt to give his cock more freedom, and I relished the feeling of more of his bare skin against my backside.
Unfortunately, the next minute or so is blurry for me. I remember feeling my dad’s cockhead rubbing up and down along my wet slit; I remember his scream as he pushed his dick up into me. I came on the spot, spasming wildly as he stretched my little fuckhole. After that, I guess it took my brain a while to accept that what every nerve of my body was telling it was happening was true. The next thing I remember, I was standing up straight again as my Daddy crouched behind me, one arm around my waist and the other under my tits.
He was fucking me. Oh, dear god in heaven, my Daddy was fucking my pussy with the same cock he’d used to make me a few short years before.
Now, obviously I knew how big my dad’s cock was from the thigh-fucking he’d given me shortly after we’d sat down. Somehow, when I’d begged him to fuck me I hadn’t considered how exactly I expected my little twat to accommodate his big daddycock. With each thrust he was bottoming out inside me; my 12-year-old cunt was too short to accept his full length, so with each upward thrust his cockhead pressed against my cervix, then lifted me up off the ground.
It was amazing.
“Yes, Daddy! God damn it yes fuck me, fuck your little girl’s cunt! Pound my pussy with your big fat cock, Daddy! Fill your baby girl’s twat with another load of cum!”
The filth that I found myself yelling to my dad seemed to galvanize people’s reactions. More people, especially those with young children, left in disgust. Others who were upset with us started screaming at us to stop. A couple men grabbing Daddy’s arm or shoulder to try to make him stop, but he shrugged out of their grasp and continued give me the ride of my young life. Some of those who seemed to be enjoying the show, however, became more bold. A couple of men jerked off furiously, while an older woman had her skirt up around her waist, rubbing her pussy through her pantyhose.
At that moment, my dad bellowed loudly, crushing my body tightly against him from behind. I had to fight to not have my breath squeezed out of me. He collapsed back into the pew, my pussy still impaled on his cock as his balls dumped a load of incestuous jizz into my body.
His head fell back and he let out a few short bursts of laughter.
I wanted to just lay there forever, relaxing in the arms of my amazing, sexy, loving Daddy, with my pussy stretched around his thick dick, but it was clear from the cries of the people around us that we were no longer welcome in the building. I leaned forward and slid off of my dad’s softening cock, standing up. My knees almost buckled but I held my balance and stepped out of the end of the pew.
“You head to the car, honey; I need to go wake up your mom.”
People shouted insults and curses to me as I walked down the aisle towards the exits. They called me a whore, a tramp, a monster, a slut, a demon. It seemed so out of place in a building that was all about god’s love for us.
Easter has always been about new life and new beginnings. For our family, that Easter was certainly a new beginning...and unbeknownst to me at the time, there was also a new life growing inside me.
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A little background: I grew up in a religious home with a ton of guilt and shame surrounding sexuality. I still struggle with guilt occasionally. When I first got off to this fantasy it was a big deal in helping me get past that guilt. Finally years later, here I am writing it up to share. I hope you liked it! If you did, please let me know at callmedaughter@gmail.com!
In case you’re curious, that other little girl who was staring at her dad while he tried to hide his erection? He dragged her out of church to try to protect her, but she convinced him to let her suck his cock while he drove them home. Not entirely sure what happened to them after that...
© Call Me Daughter 2013
