We lay there staring up at the ceiling, listening to each other breathe. I wanted to make the first move but I couldn't. I knew it was forbidden. No matter how much I desired him, we couldn't be together.
David turned my head and kissed me squarely on the lips. My eyes shot open from being ambushed. Pleasure quickly overwhelmed me and I surrendered to his lust. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. We kissed passionately as the rain fell hard outside. David ran his fingers through my hair as he moved from my lips to my neck.
“Oh, I want you so badly,” I moaned in his ear. David slipped his hand underneath my robe and cupped my breast. He massaged my tits and pinched my nipples, making them very erect.
I unwrapped my robe and let it loose, giving him just a taste of my big tits. He opened up my robe more and kissed my mountain peaks. I held his heard firmly in my chest as he ran his tongue all over my cleavage.
My hand traveled south until I reached under his robe and felt his enormous cock. David was so hard and long. It felt like it took forever for my fingers to stroke his entire length.
“That feels so fucking good,” David whispered.
I stopped stroking him and felt my pussy. It was so wet that it had stained the bed sheets. I dipped my fingers inside me and pulled them out. I shoved my fingers in David's mouth and gave him a taste. He sucked on them hard, making sure he licked up every little bit.
“Take me. Fuck me hard.” I quickly pulled my robe off until I was completely naked. David did the same and I marveled at his perfectly chiseled body. I wanted him to fuck me just like he did my mom. I spread my legs for him and lay on my back.
David took his position between my legs. He licked his lips as his eyes took in my entire body. He craved me.
David rubbed his hardness against my pussy, getting himself all wet. The teasing was too much to handle. I writhed on the bed as the head of his penis played with me.
Then David thrust his entire shaft inside me. The force of his cock entering me made me cry out in pain. My pussy could barely contain his thickness as he stretched me to unbelievable lengths. David tore through me and his unprotected cock felt so fucking good.
We kissed as David pumped in and out of me. Every thrust sent a shiver of ecstasy down my spine.
“Harder,” I begged.
David slammed in me. His hips crashed against mine as he brutally fucked me on the motel bed. My fingers gripped the bedsheets to keep myself from flying off. The headboard pounded against the wall.
“Come inside me,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The pleasure hit a fever pitch. I couldn't take it anymore.
David closed his eyes and grunted, “I'm coming!”
His seed flowed inside me like a fire hose going off.
“I'm coming too,” I yelled. Our bodies throbbed with pleasure as our orgasms set off. I writhed on the bed as David filled me up completely.
I blacked out for a second and came to from another rush of pleasure. David withdrew and left behind a huge void that needed to be filled immediately. A river of cum came out of my pussy and soaked the bed sheets.
I lay on David's chest and relished the moment. I would never be fucked that good ever again.
After the storm passed, we resumed our road trip and made it to his family. We acted like nothing happened the entire vacation. What we did was strictly forbidden and we could never do it again.
Things changed when we got home and I found out I was pregnant. David was all mine now. He was my lover, my stepdad, and now the father of my child.
Desperate for His Seed
I really hated going to church. Being the preacher's daughter made it even worse. I hoped that since I graduated from high school my parents would let me make my own decisions. That decision being that I didn't need to go to church every Sunday now. Since I'm going to go to community college, I'll still be under my parents roof. Like my stepdad always said, “If you live under my roof, you'll follow my rules.”
I've tried to get out of going to church hundreds of times but nothing works. I've tried faking that I'm sick and even when I've been actually sick, my parents still make me go. The main problem with church is that it's so incredibly boring. Sitting there for a couple hours listening to my stepdad drone on and on about how I'm going to hell for my sins is not my idea of fun.
My mom married Father John around ten years ago. It used to be that priests couldn't marry but the Catholic Church has been relaxing lately. He's a younger priest which is unusual at our church. Most of the priests are pushing eighty years old and look like they are about to fall over and die any second. So I had no idea why Father John wanted to be one when he's so charismatic and attractive. Usually I'll be falling asleep while the priest talks but I'm wide awake when Father John is up there and doing his thing.