Chapter 6: Sinning for the Cameras

Discovering my preacher father was a hypocrite had awakened me to the sexual desires I had suppressed. As I watched him through the window of his church office at Thousand Oaks Methodist fucking the redheaded Donna Paxtor, married to Deacon Bill Paxtor, I realized how the adults in my life had lied to me. They told me sex outside of marriage, and in it strictly for procreation, was sinful. It was a chore to create new life not something to be enjoyed. It was the Devil itching my vagina and urging me to masturbate. It was the Devil making my former-boyfriend’s cock hard and forcing him to beg me for relief.

And then I saw the pleasure on Donna Paxtor’s face as my father reamed her. The exaltation in my father’s eyes as he flooded her cheating cunt. If the Right Honorable Reverend Gary Powell enjoyed sinning, why shouldn’t his sixteen-year-old daughter? Why should the lying adults in my life keep me from this joy? So I embraced it. I sucked Deacon Bill’s cock, I tempted my father into sinning in my body, I blew boys at my school for $1, fucked my teachers for good grades, danced naked at the Pink Velvet Club, and sold lap dances for $10, fucking up and down on the patrons hard dicks.

And finally, on Saturday, I had my deepest desire granted—a threesome with my hypocritical daddy and a woman.

I just never expected that woman to be my mother. My prim and proper mother. The woman who daily lectured me to be pure, to not even masturbate. The woman who Deacon Bill thought was a tight ass, a frigid bitch. I always assumed Daddy cheated on her because she didn’t give him any sex.

I was wrong. My mother was the biggest hypocrite of them all. Seeing her bound naked to the hotel bed, Daddy’s cum flooding out of her cunt, hearing her talk like a filthy whore, had shattered the last of my illusions. Everyone was a hypocrite. I heard her admit how she led Daddy into fornication. She cheated on him on their Honeymoon, and he caught her, watched her with another man, and was forever lost.

They tried to keep me from being lost, the hypocrites. They hid who they truly were from the world. Like all the adults. The all pretended to be good and righteous, and they were all so ready to sin behind closed doors. And when Mother realized her daughter was just as much of a whore, that she failed to keep me from this decadent life of embracing my sinful desires, she didn’t get angry, she didn’t try to deny me any more chances to fuck.

She was too wanton. She kissed me. She urged Daddy to fuck me. Later, she licked Daddy’s incestuous seed out of my cunt.

And it was why I was in bed with her on a Monday morning in the middle of summer break. Daddy had already left for the church office, maybe to work, maybe to screw one of the sinful women of the congregation who hid their depravity beneath perfectly coiffed hair, conservative dresses, and innocent smiles.

The air of my parent’s bedroom smelled of hot pussy, the combined musk of our two sinful holes. I had my head pillowed on Mommy’s breasts—I loved calling her Mommy, twisting the childish word into something naughty. She stroked my blonde curls spread about her large tits. I had inherited mother’s curves and gorgeous body.

“And how did you know Daddy wouldn’t be angry when he caught you with the cabana boy?” I asked Mommy as she told me about her courtship with Daddy. “It was your honeymoon.”

“It was a mistake,” she laughed. “I loved your father dearly. I do love him, but I have needs that no one person can ever satiate. I cheated on him all through our courtship. It took me months to even get him to have sex with me after our engagement. That day, I thought he would be gone the afternoon, and I so wanted Jorge. His golden-brown body made me so wet, Being caught was part of the plan.”

“And Daddy couldn’t resist watching his sinful, new wife writhe beneath another man when he caught you,” I giggled.

“I was so scared and so horny all at the same time when he walked in,” Mommy purred, her naked body shifting, thighs pressing together. “But Jorge was in me, on me, pumping away, and I couldn’t stop. I let your father see my true self. The whore.”

“You stopped being a hypocrite.”

“I guess so.”

“I wish none of us had to pretend. Why can’t we all just do what we want and not be shamed by everyone else?”

“I don’t know.” She stroked my hair. It made me feel so warm and happy even with the dollar bill lying on the nightstand with which she paid me for this morning. “People can be so mean, so evil, searching for any reason to belittle you while they secretly have just as depraved desires. It is sad. I’m glad you know about me. I was so afraid that you would find out and hate me.”

“Is that why you always harped on me about sex. Hoping I wouldn’t realize how amazing it is and have to live a double-life hiding my true desires?”

“What mother wants her child to suffer.” She laughed, a sultry bubble of delight. “But you ... Oh, my, you give your own mother a race for being the biggest whore, Alexandra. The things you’ve already done.”

I blushed, squirmed, and said, “So you were scared that Daddy would be mad at you for being a whore. For cheating on you. That’s why you hid it?”

“Oh, he was mad. After he watched, after he jerked his cock while watching, he punched Jorge in the face.” Her smile grew. I imagine Daddy, such a sexy man, punching someone. I smiled too. “And then your father fucked me hard. Hate-fucked me. I think he was angry at himself for enjoying watching me as much as for my behavior. But I could see the love, too. And he had to experience it again. That rush of catching me with another man unlocked something in him. We explored it. First I cheated on him with men, letting him catch me, and then I started bringing women to our bed for him to enjoy. I pointed out those women at church he could seduce until he was doing it all on his own. We would tell each other about our conquests before fucking each other so hard.”

“And I never heard you?” I gasped.

“Peel back the wallpaper and you’ll find cork lining our bedroom’s walls,” Mommy laughed. “Your father soundproofed the room. You had no idea the things we did in this room.”

“Wow,” I said. I had never been proud to be her daughter. But I was now. She was my idol. “And how did you two seduce Carolyn?” There was a touch of heat in my voice. The bitch had almost gotten me in trouble at school.

“It was before she stole your boyfriend,” Mommy reminded me. “We haven’t touched her since then. Not after she made you cry so much.”

“Well?”

“Oh, well, I noticed her at one of the school events staring at your father the way a young woman does at an older, sexier man. I saw the signs of burgeoning lust, and I exploited them. It was hot holding your father’s cock, guiding it to her virgin pussy, watching him pop her cherry, and then making her eat my pussy afterward. Your father greatly enjoyed his anniversary present.”

“I bet,” I laughed, picturing the black-haired Carolyn. She dated Ricky, my former boyfriend. She seduced him from me with sex. Maybe if I put out back then, he would have stayed with me. But then again, maybe I could do better than Ricky.

I sucked his cock now, but he only saw me as a whore, which was hot, but I disgusted him at the same time. He could never love a whore like Daddy could.

“So, tell me what it’s like dancing at the Pink Velvet,” Mommy purred. “I’ve only been there once, and I didn’t dance.”

“Oh, it’s the...” My words trailed off as I heard movement downstairs. I glanced at the open bedroom door. “Is Daddy home?”

“Oh, that’s the milkman,” she purred. “Every week, while you’re in school anyways, he delivers more than the milk.”

“Mommy, you big slut,” I laughed as I heard the footsteps creep up the stairs.

“You wanted to try a Black man,” she whispered in my ear. “And trust me, Earl will make you squeal for joy when he rams his monster in you.”

Her tongue licked my ear, making me squeal. I turned, shifting atop her, our pillowy breasts pressing together. Our nipples caressed, tingling delight racing down to my wet pussy. My hot flesh clenched as the footsteps thudded up the stairs, growing closer and closer. Mommy’s legs parted, mine settling between them, grinding my clit on hers as we writhed together.

“I didn’t expect you to leave the sign today,” a deep voice boomed as it came down the hall. “I’m glad you’re back to paying...”

The man’s words trailed off. I rolled off Mommy onto my back, my large breasts jiggling as I stared at Earl. I smiled at the tall, Black man, his eyes wide, his tongue licking thick lips. He wore a white uniform with a matching cap on his shaved-smooth head. He had ebony skin, his eyes so dark. His uniform almost glowed about him, so bright compared to his skin.

“Alexandra?” he groaned, his eyes flicking to Mommy. “Mrs. Powell, what?”

Mommy rolled over onto her hands and knees, her large breast jiggling, her loose, blonde hair falling about her face as she crawled across the bed. I smiled, staring at her ass and her blonde bush peeking between thighs as she reached the end of the bed.

“My daughter is helping out more around the house,” Mommy purred, reaching out, seizing him by the pant loops, and hauling him forward. “And so she volunteered to pay for this week’s milk.”

I shuddered. Mommy paid for the milk with her body. Of course. Ooh, I loved it. She was such a sinful, wanton whore. And now I got to pay. I parted my thighs, rubbing at my wet pussy as Earl flicked his eyes to me.

“But she’s only sixteen,” he groaned.

“And so tight and wet and juicy,” Mommy moaned, her fingers unzipping his white pants. She reached in, and my eyes widened. Daddy had the largest cock I had ever fucked, followed by Peter, a nerd from school whose virginity I took and who bought my blowjobs whenever he could. But this cock ... It was a monster. A thick, black shaft thrusting from his crotch, Mommy’s pale fingers wrapped about the dick.

She leaned down, licking at the crown, her hands stroking up and down it as she wiggled her hips. She locked her mouth about the tip, sucking hard, making Earl groan as he swept off his hat. His head gleamed, reflecting the bedroom light while he stared at my fingers plunging into my depths.

“Yes, yes, I’m paying you,” I moaned, watching Mommy open her mouth as wide as possible and barely suck the tip past her lips. Juices leaked down her thighs.

“Damn, what a day the Lord has brought me,” Earl groaned.

Mommy popped her mouth off his dick. “Earl is very popular with a number of wives. He always delivers such thick, tasty, creamy milk.”

“I bet,” I moaned, my eyes wide.

“Sixteen,” he groaned. “Damn, she is a lovely flower.”

And then he pushed Mommy out of the way as he came to me, still clothed, entranced by my beauty. Mommy stretched out beside me as Earl mounted me. No foreplay. No licking my pussy or even sucking on my tits. He was on me in a heartbeat, grunting, growling, overcome with lust for my underage cunt. His cock’s thick tip prodded at the lips of my pussy while his right hand squeezed my ivory breast.

“Ready for my monster, slut,” he growled. “All you White women get so wet for my cock. S’why your small-dicked men are all afraid of us.”

“Yes,” I gasped, humping against him. I had to feel him in me. He was huge. “Fuck me!”

“Yes, fuck my little girl. Ram your dick deep into her snatch.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Earl grunted and thrust.

My eyes widened. It was like my first time all over again. His dick was so huge as it rammed into my tight pussy. I groaned, shuddered, my toes curling as his thick shaft reamed me. My flesh stretched about his girth. My toes curled. I groaned, arching my neck as his hand clenched about my breast. Pleasure rushed through me, the friction intense.

He stabbed so deep into me. I could feel in my belly. My eyes rolled back into my head as he drew back his monster dick, my cunt clinging to him. He grunted on me and slammed in again, driving his cock even deeper into me.

“Lord, yes, what a tight, hot cunt,” he grunted. “How do you like it, whore? My big, Black dick reaming your cunt?”

“Love it,” I gasped. “Oh, Lord, yes. What a cock. Better than Daddy’s dick.”

“Of course the Right Honorable Gary Powell’s fucked his daughter,” he growled. “What a whore you raised, Mrs. Powell.”

“She takes after her mother.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I do,” I screamed, my fingers clawing at his white uniform as he rammed his huge dick over and over into my cunt.

My flesh clung to him. It was amazing. A Black man fucked me. This was so taboo. It might even be illegal. There were laws in some places against interracial coupling. And that just made this hotter. I loved forbidden sex. It was what made fucking Daddy and Mommy so hot.

And Mommy was with me, her lips nuzzling at my ear, whispering dirty, filthy words as I gasped and writhed beneath Earl and his mighty thrusts. He fucked me with all his strength, the headboard crashing into the wall, his dick ramming over and over into me. The pleasure swelled in the depths of my cunt, grown by his shaft’s plunges.

“How much do you love his big, Black dick, whore?” she hissed. “How much does my sinful daughter love a Black man’s cock?”

“So much, Mommy,” I gasped, my pussy clenching on his dick. “I love it a lot. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, Mommy, he’s in my cunt so deep.”

“Are you going to cum on his cock, little harlot? Is your sinful, wicked, slutty hole going to explode on his big, Black dick?”

“Yes,” I hissed, my fingernails scraping across his back, my pussy clenching on his monstrous shaft.

“Do it. Let Mommy hear you howl!”

I turned my head, staring into my mommy’s blue eyes. My body trembled. My fat nipples rubbed against his shirt as he plunged into me. He grunted above me, working that wonderful dick over and over into me.

The pressure swelled in me. Stars burst in my eyes. I clenched my cunt down on his dick, absorbing every bit of the pleasure as I saw the mad lust in Mommy’s eyes. She wanted her little girl to cum on the Black man’s huge cock.

So I did.

“Mommy!” I screamed as my pussy convulsed on the huge, thrusting dick. “Yes, yes, yes. His dick is amazing. I’m cumming so hard on it. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, Mommy. I’m such a whore. I love his cock. I love it so much. It’s making me cum so hard. Watch me be a whore, Mommy. Watch me be a slut. A complete, wanton hussy!”

“I’m watching,” she hissed, her breasts jiggling. I realized she was masturbating to her daughter fucking a Black man, both hand plunged between her thighs, pumping fingers in and out of her sinful hole. Her eyes burned as she stared into mine.

I thrashed beneath Earl, savoring his girth, the pleasure boiling through my thoughts. his dick kept hammering into me. Huge, monstrous, reaching into my guts. I groaned as my tight flesh ached about his dick.

“Shit,” he grunted. “Shit, this is tight, hot cunt. Oh, damn, Mrs. Powell, your daughter is a dirty, filthy whore.”

“She is!” Mommy’s face contorted. Her blue eyes squeezed shut. She came, thrashing beside us. “She is such a filthy whore!”

A second orgasm exploded through me. I loved it. My pussy milked Earl’s cock as he reamed into my pussy. He grunted, shuddered, and then rammed his cock deep into my depths. As I quivered in absolute delight, his cum spurted into my cunt. The Black man’s seed splashed inside of me. I gasped, loving it, savoring how depraved this was.

And then Mommy kissed me. Our tongues brushed each other, sharing our passion at this wonderful moment. I spasmed and trembled. Earl groaned atop me, his dick spurting a final time. And then he was pulling out of me, standing up, putting his dick away.

Mommy kept kissing me.

“Ma’am, Miss Alexandra,” he said as he put on his hat. “Pleasure delivering you milk. I’ll be back next Monday.”

And I knew I would be waiting to help Mommy pay. It was so wicked to prostitute ourselves for milk.

Earl left as Mommy and I shared in our lesbian, incestuous delight, my body buzzing from my first experience with a Black man. I knew it wouldn’t be the last. I was a preacher’s sinful daughter that had to fuck every cock, regardless of race, I could.

Especially the big, Black ones.

I paid Earl the following Monday and the one after that. At first, Mommy and I found it hard to balance our household chores with fucking each other while Daddy was at church ministering to his flock. But we found it by the first Friday, making sure we cleaned the house before we enjoyed an afternoon of naughty fun. That night, Mommy came with us when I danced at the Pink Velvet. She even followed me on stage. The men loved her, and we gave lap dances together.

Emmy approved. He enjoyed fucking Mommy’s ass as much as mine.

After the second time Mommy danced at the Pink Velvet Club, I noticed Daddy talking to Emmy. They both glanced at me as I worked my cunt up and down a customer’s dick, dancing on his lap for the $10 bill clutched in my hand. Their looks made me suspicious. Something was up. Something exciting.

Like my first gangbang?

All week, I pestered Daddy and Mommy like the eager daughter I was. I wanted to know what was going on. They told me not to make plans on Saturday, that we had special “mission” work to do. I just knew it had to be my first gangbang, but they wouldn’t admit it. Mommy just gave me these teasing smiles and told me to weed the garden or sweep the kitchen or set the dinner table.

I would catch her on the phone, talking in a low, sultry purr, her true voice and not the airy one she used to pretend to be a prim and proper housewife. It had to be my gangbang. I couldn’t think what else it could be that was so special about Saturday.

And time dragged. It was the worse. Not even sex with Mommy, enjoying one of her many lovers during the afternoon, helped past the time. Apparently, Mommy entertained plenty of gentleman while I was at school and after she had finished cleaning the house, the wicked slut. At night, Daddy enjoyed me whenever he wanted, especially right in front of Mommy. Once even in the middle of dinner.

Well, I was rubbing my foot on his crotch beneath the table.

But he wouldn’t tell me what the plan was. I had an itch that nothing would scratch.

When Saturday finally came, Mommy set out a typical school outfit for me, long skirt, knee-high socks, a conservative blouse. My underwear was equally plain and boring. A simple, white bra to contain my large tits, and a pair of boring panties. No interesting cut. No lace. Nothing. She put my blonde hair into pigtails complete with pink ribbons like I was a little girl. And very little makeup. Just a touch. No bright-red lips or smoky eyeshadow. It made me look girlish and innocent.

“Why like this?” I asked.

She just smiled at me.

“For the gangbang?”

Another smile, so motherly and mysterious. “Trust me, Alexandra, you will remember this day for the rest of your life.”

I tried to wheedle it out of Daddy during breakfast, sidling close to him, stroking his thighs. He was so stern and tall. When he said, “Stop asking, Alexandra. I will not spoil the surprise.” I knew he meant it. He was such a sexy man with the wings of gray streaking through his black hair. A monstrous cock, like Earl’s, wasn’t everything a man needed. There was plenty of other things that made them sexy.

But a big cock did help.

We left after breakfast, piling into the Buick, mother in her normal, conservative dress, her hair coiffed like Jackie Kennedy’s. I sat on the bench seat between them, bouncing as Daddy backed the Buick out of the driveway, and we were off to LA like we had gone so many times. We passed the Sunset Tower, the hotel where we had our first threesome as a family, and entered the seedy part of the sunset strip, passing the adult bookstores and the Sunset Playhouse. I smiled, remembering the glory hole and the cocks I sucked after watching my first stag film. And then Daddy pulled up at the Pink Velvet. There were a surprising number of cars parked before it at 9 AM. The club didn’t open until 3 PM.

It had to be a gangbang.

I was so nervous as I walked between my parents, Daddy in his dark suit, me in my schoolgirl clothing, Mommy dressed like a normal housewife. You would never know how depraved our family was just by looking at us—we were such hypocrites. It made my pussy so wet in my plain, boring panties. Daddy led us into the club, and I could hear a loud buzz of noise.

Men were in here.

A lot of men

“There she is, the star,” Emmy—the short, Greek owner of the club, his shirt half-unbuttoned, showing off a hairy chest—said. “Alexandra, I hope you are ready.”

“For what?” I asked, feeling a little nervous. Men crowded the club. Men I knew. Earl the Milkman; Mr. Thompson, my teacher who caught me blowing boys behind the school; other teachers I had seduced; Principal Miller; Coach Murphy; regulars from the Pink Velvet and Sunset Playhouse; kind-hearted Dom who ran the local ice cream shoppe who gave me treats for sucking his dick; Deacon Bill Paxtor, the first man I ever blew; several of my classmates who bought blowjobs from me behind school, including Ricky my former boyfriend and, surprisingly, Peter, the nerd whose virginity I took.

And then I noticed the pair of 9mm cameras set up on two of the tables, their lenses pointed at the dancing stage thrust into the crowd. My eyes widened. I glanced at Daddy and a huge grin crossed his lips. The preacher brought his daughter to make a stag film.

“Oh, this is wonderful, Daddy,” I squealed, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him soundly. I had the best Daddy in the world. How many other fathers, even the ones who weren’t preachers, would immortalize their daughter’s first gangbang?

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Mommy said in her emotional mom’s voice, clearly touched by my reaction. “I told you she would love it, dear.”

I broke the kiss with Daddy and then turned and hugged Mommy. “Thank you,” I breathed before kissing her on the lips. All those men! There had to be over twenty of them. All here to fuck me. Me! This wasn’t just me going from guy to guy, or them queuing in a line, but them all taking me at once, using me however they wanted.

Oh, I couldn’t wait to begin.

When I broke the kiss, Mommy led me back stage. She knew the way. It was eerie being in the changing room and not surrounded by the other dancers, many of whom would be half-naked. I wished Missy D was here. I would so love to have a threesome with her. Mommy was working her seductive magic on the busty brunette.