Chapter 5: Fucked By My Dad During Church

Somehow or another we made it in time, barely getting into the sanctuary as the opening hymn was being sung. Kristen and my Aunt Linda had saved some seats for us near the back and I was the first to slide in the row, putting me next to Kristen. She looked at me and whispered in my ear so I could hear over the loud organ music.

“God, you have that ‘I’ve just been fucked’ glow about you.”

I poked my elbow into her side but the smile on my face told her all she needed to know. Kristen whispered again into my ear.

“Well, are we still doing it?”

I winked at her and again, the even bigger grin on my face was all she needed to see. Of course we were still doing it!

My dad was sitting next to me with my mom on the outside next to the outer aisle. As the hymn finished and we did the “greet your neighbor” routine, she looked at me and nodded. Everything was ready to go as planned. As people began to take their seats, she whispered something to my dad and then left for the back of the church and disappeared from sight. I knew it was something about using the ladies room ... and I also knew it was a complete fib on her part.

The announcements were read and mom still hadn’t returned. It was up to me now. I leaned over to my dad and he bent his head down so I could whisper to him.

“Dad, I think we better check on mom.”

He looked at me and said something about her not being gone that long.

“Dad, really, I think something is wrong,” I insisted. He gave me a strange look but I was giving him my total sincerity look and he fell for it. We silently left as everyone stood to sing the next hymn and exited out the back of the sanctuary. The restrooms were down some stairs and I led the way. At the bottom of the stairs, instead of turning into the restrooms, I kept on going into the basement.

“Hey Kelly,” my dad called out softly to me, “Isn’t your mom in the ladies room?”

I grinned and even before I answered, his expression changed and I think he realized something was up.

“No, just follow me,” I said, turning back around and walking briskly in front of him.

He HAD to know something was fishy but I doubted he realized just HOW fishy things were. We passed through the basement and into the main building and down to where the chapel was. Nobody was around and I didn’t see another soul the entire way. We could listen to the service playing through the speakers in the hall and I grimaced at the usual mangling of the hymns.

“Kelly, where the hell are you going?” my dad called out to me, still about twenty feet or so behind. Not exactly the most appropriate language in church, mind you!

I stopped at the chapel door. Actually, it was more like a prayer room as the real “chapel” was much larger and even used for small services. This room was built over a hundred years ago when the church was first erected and as a little girl I use to think of it as the dungeon with its stone walls and lack of windows. I don’t know what its original purpose was but today it was used for private prayer and counseling. What I liked best about it today was that it HAD no windows, not even in the door, and the door could be locked.

Once inside I let the door shut behind me. My mom was waiting for us.

“Took your sweet time getting here, didn’t you?” she asked, a little huffy if you asked me.

“I had to wait for the announcements, Mom,” I whined a bit, “Pastor was a bit long-winded today. Besides, you heard him.”

Like most of the rooms in the church, there was a small speaker in the room over which the service was being played so we could hear what was happening. It was “Children’s Time” and for a moment my thoughts drifted off to when I was a little girl and couldn’t wait to get up front and listen to the story. Of course, the best part was we got to leave for Children’s Church afterwards and escape the boring adult service.

My thoughts were broken when the door swung open and my dad appeared in the doorway. He stepped in and the door automatically swung close behind him. “Alright, what’s the story with you two?” he demanded, “I thought the whole point in hurrying to get here was so we could attend the service?”

My mom smiled and looked at me before answering. “Your daughter thought it would be nice it on Father’s Day you attended a more private service,” she explained, “or maybe ‘private servicing’ would be more appropriate.”

I just grinned at him as his face contorted as he tried to figure out what she was talking about. Then I saw the comprehension in his eyes and he wagged his finger at us. “You’ve GOT to be kidding,” he said, “Here? ... Now?”

We both just giggled like school girls at his response and he said, “But the service is going on for cripes sake. We can’t do it NOW ... can we?

I stepped up to him and took his hand, looking up at him with all the love and adoration a daughter can have for her father.

“Well, this way you can listen to the Father’s Day message and at the same time I can give you my present,” I said seductively.

“Present?”

“Well, I didn’t know what else to give you this year so I decided it would just have to be me, but I wanted it to be someplace that would make it something you would always remember,” I explained.

My dad looked at my mom and asked, “And what about you? Are you in on this too Mary?”

My mom laughed and waved her hand. “Oh no, I’m just here to watch the show,” she said with a smile. “This was all your naughty daughter’s idea.”

“Well, how could any father say no to a present like that?” my dad said, kissing me on the forehead as he put his hands on my shoulders. I was wearing my new Easter dress with thin shoulder straps and fairly low cut in front. It wasn’t the shortest dress in my closet by any means, about six inches above the knee, but then it WAS for Easter after all. It was a light floral pattern which, if the sun was behind me, was a bit transparent but nothing too slutty.

I reached out and put my arms around him and hugged him tight. “Happy Father’s Day daddy. I’m all yours ... ALL yours.”

My dad looked around and turned back to me to say, “God, I can’t believe we’re doing this - and in here to boot!”

It DID seem a little sinful, having sex in a prayer room. It wouldn’t be the first time I had sex in church, not by a long shot, but it had always been in more common places - classrooms and such. This just so much more, well, intimate. The pictures on the walls, the small alter with a cross set in the center, the bible to one side and a book of meditations on the other. Even the lighting was warm and reverential. At the same time, all this just made it all the more exciting for me!

I looked up at my dad and he smiled down at me, then lowered his head to kiss me. As our lips met his hands caressed my back and slowly worked their way down until he was holding my ass I his hands. He almost lifted me off my feet as he squeezed my butt and pulled me up into him. An overwhelming sense of love for my father ran through my, making me almost shiver with anticipation. I was all his now and I couldn’t wait to see what he wanted to do to me.

“I love you Kelly,” he whispered as our lips parted slightly, “I’m gonna fuck you ... oh god I’m gonna fuck you so good now.”

What sweeter words could a father say to express his love and respect for his daughter? I know my father loves sex but he has never cheated on my mother in over twenty years of marriage. Fucking a girl half his age has to be an incredible turn-on for him but I knew in my heart he would still never do me unless he truly loved me as only a father can love a daughter.

I would never submit myself to any man in the way I give myself to my father because he is the only man in the world I trust enough to do so, the only man I know who respects me enough to never do anything against my wishes, to always act in my best interests, that would put me first no matter what his lust or desires might be.

“Whatever you want daddy,” I whispered in response, “I want to make you happy.”

His hand began to pull up on my dress, bunching it up above my waist until my bare ass was in his hands. “Mmmmmmm ... no panties today?” he teased, “You’re such a naughty little girl.”

Normally, with a dress this short, I would have worn panties, especially going to church. The last thing I needed was some sanctimonious old lady spreading the word that Kelly didn’t wear panties to church! Anyway, it was usually more of a tease to flash your panties and let them wonder what was underneath.

Today, though, I had one goal in mind when we left the house for church - to turn my dad on and I knew he LOVED it when I wore a skirt with nothing on underneath. Different guys get off on different things and for my dad, a bare bottom was just what the doctor ordered!

He let my dress fall back down and his hands returned to my shoulders where he pressed gently down on them and I knew what he wanted. Even so, it’s always nice to hear him say it out loud and he didn’t disappoint me.

“Suck my dick,” he commanded me. From the tone of his voice, it wasn’t a request but an order, one I was glad to follow. “Suck your daddy’s cock, you little slut.”

I smiled at that last remark from him. He loved to call me his “little slut” and I knew it was meant to be a term of endearment, not something demeaning. When he called me his slut, I knew he meant that I was HIS slut, ready to do anything he wanted.

I bent my knees and dropped down until my head was facing his crotch. Reaching out, I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as he let his hands hang to his side and watched me. Grabbing his pants on each side, I pulled them down until they fell on their own to his ankles and then did the same with his black boxers.

The tails of his dress shirt hung down and covered his crotch until I lifted them up and there in front of me was my father’s wonderful cock, hanging loose from him amid a thick growth of black curly pubic hair. It didn’t matter that I had just sucked it not more than an hour before, I loved seeing it for the first time when he undressed and exposed it to me.

One thing I DID notice, he was still flaccid when normally under conditions like this he would have already been hard as a rock. Well, it WAS only an hour since he blew his wad in my mouth and dad wasn’t exactly a teenage boy anymore. It was going to be a challenge to get the mechanisms to respond again this quickly but that was a challenge I was more than ready for.

Taking his cock in my right hand, I held it up and leaned forward to take him in my mouth. As soft as he was, he was pretty small compared to his erect state and so it barely filled my mouth. Actually, I enjoyed the feeling of a soft dick in my mouth. Rather than some hard shaft it was soft and flexible and when I sucked on it, it would stretch out and then snap back again. With my other hand, I caressed his hairy balls and rolled them gently between my fingers. At first he wasn’t responding but evidently it was still feeling good.

“That’s it, suck on it Kelly,” he said softly, “I love watching you with my dick in your mouth.”

I was glad he wasn’t saying anything about how soft he still was. I have been with older men who have a hard time getting an erection and I know that once they get worried and anxious about it, the more difficult it makes it.

Fortunately, I have sucked my dad so many times in the past that this wasn’t the first time we had faced this situation. Had it been a few minutes after he had cum I might have been facing an impossible task but an hour later, and under these circumstances, I knew it was just a matter of time.

The only problem was, we didn’t HAVE all that much time! I could hear the service in the background and even though I couldn’t see a clock, I could tell from what I heard that it was already about half over. Once it was over, the halls would fill with people and it would be impossible to keep from drawing attention to ourselves in here.

There WAS one thing I had in my favor. If there was any man who I knew how to blow, it was my dad. Different guys like their cocks sucked in different ways. One of the things I think that makes me so good at sucking dick is that I can quickly pick up on what turns a guy on (and off) and adapt my style to meet his needs. Some prefer a lot of tongue action while others want my hand as much as my mouth.

With my dad, I knew EXACTLY how to suck his cock and get the quickest response. This had come in handy more than a few times in the past when he wanted me to suck him off in some places where we didn’t have a lot of time and this was definitely one of those time.

With my dad, the key was to keep as much of his cock in my mouth at any one time as possible and let my lips and tongue do the work on his shaft. I knew he really got off watching me as well so I made sure my hair was pulled back and he got a good view of his dick in my mouth. Another thing that turned him on was for me to look him in the eyes when I sucked his dick. I think for him that it reinforced the “submission” aspect of my sucking his cock.

It took a few minutes but my dear old dad finally began to respond and once the process started it seemed to accelerate. I could feel his cock begin to stiffen in my mouth and as it grew it moved deeper inside and filled my mouth more and more. He put his hands on the back of my hand and gently, but firmly, pulled me into his crotch as if I needed to be reminded to keep his dick in my mouth as much as possible. Finally it got to where he was touching the back of my throat and he groaned as his cock pushed down even further.

“Oh my god, that is so incredible!” he moaned and I heard my mom behind me shush him a little, reminding him to keep quiet.

Now that he was hard, not to mention that the sermon had started, it was time to move on so I held his wet dick in my hand and looked up at him again.