Incest/Taboo Preacher's Sinful Daughter

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.

So it would be soon.

Mommy shocked me when she bent me over, lifted my skirt, and pulled down my panties. I gasped as she squirted lube onto my asshole and jammed her fingers into my bowels, pushing the cold gel deep into me.

I gasped, squirming. "Mommy?"

"Always lube your ass before the gangbang starts. Trust me, being prepared is always wise."

I nodded my head as she prepared me. I had the best Mommy ever. Then she embraced me and kissed me one more time as the MC came on and announced, "Pink Velvet is proud to introduce the innocent Lexie Lovelace." I shuddered at my dancer name being spoken. But Innocent? I was hardly that. "The timid girl was naughty, and now she has to pay her debt by dancing on stage."

My eyes widened and suddenly the outfit, my plain, boring panties made sense. A shudder went through me. I was about to star in a film and now I know the role I played. I was a virgin. I had to be scared, trembling, but sexy all at the same time.

I could do it.

The music came on, thudding with the beat of the Monkees. I stepped through the curtains onto the stage, the cameras filming, the men cheering. They pressed along the stage, Ricky near the front, Peter pressed in between Mr. Thompson and Deacon Bill. Earl was on the other side in just jeans and an undershirt like James Dean would wear.

I walked forward, hugging myself, flinching as the men reached for me, projecting virginal fear. I swallowed, shivered, and then I danced, awkward at first, but slowly I let my own excitement come to the front. I let my shyness melt away as the men cheered. My pussy was so hot in my panties as I twirled in my Mary Janes, my skirt flaring about my knees. I imagined I was an innocent virgin. Lexie Lovelace who had never been with a man and had no idea their attention could be so amazing, so wonderful.

And now knew the truth, her virgin pussy awakening to pleasure. To sin.

I drank it up. As their excitement swelled, so did mine. I added more shakes to my hips, raising my arms over my head, letting my pigtails fly. My tremulous smile became a beaming grin. My shoes squeaked. As the song drew to its end, I began working the buttons of my blouse.

"Take it off, girlie," one of the club regulars shouted. "Let's see those tits."

"Yes, Lexie," groaned Mr. Thompson, his face burning with lust. "You've teased all your teachers."

"Bare those tits, girl!"

The blouse came off, my large tits bouncing in my bra. I put on a coquettish smile as the next song came on, dancing twirling, driving the men wild while the Four Tones crooned. My hands went behind my back, fiddling with the clasp. I let it pop, the cups sagging, my breasts about to be bared.

The men groaned. I could see it in their eyes as they reached out, tucking dollar bills into my knee-high socks. I shuddered at their touches, the feel of crisp bills sliding against my skin, as I held my bra's cups to my tits, the straps sliding off my shoulders.

I acted shy, coquettish, drinking in the excitement.

"Take it off, girl!" they shouted. "Show us those big tits. Shake them in our faces."

In a single flourish, like ripping off a bandaid, I threw off my bra into the crowd. My big, round tits bounced into view. The men groaned as I danced and swirled my hips. I came around the stage and saw Daddy. He stood tall, sexy, baring his cock. It thrust hard from him over the edge of the stage.

I grinned, licking my lips, and fell onto my knees. I let out a wanton moan, showing the cameras I was overwhelmed with lust and excitement, my virgin body boiling with newfound desires. I crawled to him, my eyes wide, my cheeks blushing. Men reached out, shoving up my skirt, groping at my panties. Daddy baring his cock was something new to stripping at the Pink Velvet.

I leaned down, hoping the cameras could see this. They were on tables, looking down on the stage, controlled by men, immortalizing this moment.

"Little slut," Daddy groaned and grabbed my blonde pigtails, yanking my mouth to his cock. I gasped, his dick slamming past my lips, fucking my innocent, schoolgirl mouth with his big dick.

Was there ever a preacher's daughter more sinful than me?

I sucked and loved Daddy's cock before the cameras and the other men. I moaned about his shaft, loving the flavor of his dick as I knelt on the stage, my hips shaking, my innocent, schoolgirl panties exposed. More bills were thrust into my knee-length socks as the men nearby Daddy rubbed my ass.

"Look at that schoolgirl go," laughed a guy. "Taking her first dick in her mouth. Mmm, she's a budding whore."

"Feel how wet she is," groaned the familiar voice of Emmy, his thick fingers rubbing at my gusset, pressing my panties into my wet cunt. "Who wants to see the little slut's pussy? Whore is dripping."

Men roared.

Emmy ripped down my panties. His finger stroked through the wet folds of my pussy, brushing my curly, blonde hairs. I shuddered and moaned as Daddy fucked his cock over and over into my mouth, using my pigtails as handlebars. It was so horribly obscene. Wicked. Nasty. I was such a whore. Such a wanton, sinful harlot.

His fingers probed into my hot depths. I moaned about Daddy's cock, my hips shaking. The music had finished, but I still danced on my knees to a primal beat thudding in my heart. Juices trickled down my thighs as I savored Daddy's incestuous cock.

I caught a glimpse of Mommy watching through the curtains, her fingers clearly beneath her skirt. She smiled at me, envy in her blue eyes. I knew we would share later gangbangs, but this one was for me alone. She was still my mother, and mothers made sacrifices for their children.

"Fuck," a youthful voice groaned. I recognized that voice.

Feet smacked on stage. The men cheered and Emmy's fingers ripped out of my cunt. Hands seized my hips, and then a cock rammed into my snatch. The boy groaned as he sank into my hot depths, my pussy clenching on his cock.

"Damn, I've wanted this pussy for soooo long."

It was Ricky. I had denied him my pussy long enough. My former boyfriend fucked me hard and fast. He pistoned me. His thrusts forced my mouth down Daddy's cock. I swallowed more and more of his dick, his crown pressing at the back of my throat as Ricky fucked me.

I shuddered, my pussy drinking in the friction while my mind devoured the cheers of the men. In the periphery of my vision, more cocks were pulled out, men jerking them, including one Black monster. I shuddered, my hips shaking, undulating, my cunt gripping Ricky's cock as the pleasure surged through me.

I didn't cum because Ricky fucked me. Well, he helped. I came from all the attention and the cameras rolling.

I moaned about Daddy's cock, sucking so hard on his shaft as my pussy went wild about Ricky's dick. The thrill of all these men lusting after me, watching me be sinful, rippled through my body. I tempted them. I lured them into the wild fornication. Ricky groaned, his balls smacking into my clit as the pleasure washed over me.

"What a slut," he groaned. "Shit, she's cumming so hard. Oh, damn. Oh, fuck, what a wild, wicked whore."

My pussy clenched on his dick. I was so wicked and sinful. I was a wanton, little whore. I needed to be fucked so hard. So deeply. I had to have cocks ream me. Fuck me. I needed them to plunge into me and drive me wild. There was nothing better. Nothing that gave me more pleasure, more joy, than being a whore.

"Fuck," Ricky grunted. "God Almighty, she's hot."

And then his cum spilled into me. The first hot spurts of jizz flooding my sinful hole. The gangbang had truly begun. I groaned, my pussy convulsing harder, more pleasure spilling through me. Ricky hadn't last long, but I didn't mind. I savored the hot spurts of youthful spunk flooding me.

He ripped out of me. His cum dripped out of my snatch.

"What a whore," he grunted. "Oh, Lord, she's a slut."

"Came on her first cock. She's not a virgin any longer."

"I need to fuck that tight cunt before it gets sloppier."

But before anyone else claimed me, Daddy had ripped his cock out of my mouth. His strong hands seized my shoulders and spun me around on my knees on the stage. He mounted it, still in his suit. He ripped off his jacket and brought his cock, wet with my spit, to my asshole.

"Preacher's going to bugger his daughter," someone called out.

My eyes flashed to the boys watching on the other side of the stage. Peter was there, his glasses perched on his boyish face, his big cock in hand. He watched me, eyes wide. I gave him a smile and a wink.

And then groaned as Daddy rammed his cock into me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, Daddy," I moaned. "Ram your dick deep into my sinful asshole."

"Ass," mouthed Peter. "Daddy?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I cried out.

And then Peter came. His cum arched across the narrow stage and splashed across my face. I gasped, loving the hot jizz covering me. So much erupted from his dick, his balls backed up with so much spunk. It splattered me, painted me. Hot lines ran down my cheeks and forehead. One traveled along my nose and reached my lips.

I licked it.

"Oh, God," Peter groaned, jerking as he spurted a final time, the load landing short. "Alexandra..."

The men cheered louder. Another cock, belonging to Coach Marshal, erupted, splashing my naked, swinging tits with more cum. I rocked back into Daddy's thrusts, my bowels burning with the taboo thrill of his dick reaming me as the jizz ran down to my nipple and dripped off of me.

I clenched my bowels on Daddy's cock, grunting, savoring the delight. Ricky's jizz dripped out of my cunt, running down my thighs to my panties bunched around my knees. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of Peter's cum.

"More," I moaned. "I need more."

"Here you go, slut," Deacon Bill grunted before climbing on the stage and ramming his dick into my mouth.

I groaned, sucking so hard on it. His cock filled my mouth. He wasn't gentle. He shoved it right down my throat. I moaned about his dick, his balls smacking my chin as I rocked between Daddy and the Deacon. I was like a piece of meat on a spit roast, trapped between them. My bowels clenched on Daddy's cock as my throat burned from Deacon Bill's hard thrusts.

"Look at her take every inch of his cock," Emmy groaned. "Whore's deep-throating his dick."

"What a slut," Peter said, awe in his voice.

"I can't believe I dated you, hussy," Ricky said. I could hear how much he despised me, how little he thought of me. I was just a hole to dump his cum into.

A hot shudder rushed through me.

My bowels clenched so hard on Daddy's cock. The friction of his dick reaming my asshole triggered another orgasm in my pussy's depths. Juice squirted out of me, dripping onto the stage as I moaned about Deacon Bill's dick. His pubic hair kissed my lips every time he buried into me.

"Fucking whore," he groaned. "Cock-sucking slut. Oh, yes, that's it. Damn, I wish my wife sucked cock like this."

I wanted to scream, "She does. I've seen her suck Daddy's cock like this." But I couldn't. Deacon Bill's dick was buried in my throat. It throbbed. I sucked in shallow breaths through my nose, my vision fuzzing from the bliss of my orgasm as his dick pumped cum straight into my belly.

Another dick erupted, splattering my left side and naked back with jizz. The cum puddled in the crease of my spine. I shuddered, savoring how filthy I felt. Deacon Bill wrenched his cock from my mouth, and one of the regulars of the Pink Velvet took his place, feeding me his dick.

"Yes, yes, yes, suck it, schoolgirl."

"Lord Almighty," grunted Daddy, his dick slamming into my asshole.

I moaned about the dick in my mouth as Daddy erupted. Hot, thick, incestuous cum flooded my barely legal ass. I trembled as I felt every splash, his cum flooding my lubed ass. My vision fuzzed as a hot orgasm surged through me, quick and dirty.

"The preacher just came in his daughter's asshole," groaned the man in my mouth. And that sent him off. He spurted, flooding my mouth with his salty cum. I savored it. I loved cum so much. I gulped it down as Daddy breathed behind me, savoring his orgasm and savoring his slutty, sinful daughter's tight bowels at the same time.

Daddy and the man both ripped their cocks out of me at about the same moment. I licked my jizz-stained lips, looking around at the men. "Who's next?"

"Right here, White girl," grinned Earl as he got on stage, his shirt and jeans gone, his muscular, ebony body exposed to my lusty gaze. He held that monstrous dick in hand, the shaft thrusting before him. It was the biggest in the room. "Why don't you come over here and ride my shaft?"

"Yes," I hissed, crawling to him, cum leaking out of my asshole and pussy, more dripping off my body. The dollar bills stuffed in my socks crinkled, rubbing against my flesh. Someone ripped off my panties on my journey to him. I mounted Earl and impaled myself on that ponderous shaft.

His huge cock stretched open my cunt. I arched my back, my skirt falling back around my waist. And then someone lifted the hem, exposing my rear. Fat fingers pulled apart my butt-cheeks. I smiled over my shoulder as Emmy, who loved my ass, rammed his short, squat dick into my burning bowels.

"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped, both my holes stuffed with cock. I arched my back, my tits bouncing, jiggling as I wiggled my hips between them. I noticed Mommy as she peered through the curtain, her body shaking, cumming as she watched her daughter writhe between two men.

Others crowded the stage, dicks out. I sucked on a classmate's cock while jerking off Mr. Thompson's dick. My hips moved and undulated, working both my holes up and down the two dicks in me. I savored both shafts, the pleasure rippling through my body.

I came over and over on the cocks. Men erupted, anointing my back or tits with their jizz, grunting, groaning, covering me in their dirty spunk. My holes massaged Earl's and Emmy's dicks. I savored both of them reaming my asshole and pussy.

The duel sensations were amazing. It was wonderful having a cock in all my holes. I moaned about the dick in my mouth, sucking down the cum when it erupted and moving onto the next dick. Pleasure burned through my mind.

"Fucking whore," Emmy growled as he spurted into my asshole.

Another cock took his place. Everything became a wonderful blur of hot, heaving bodies and spurting dicks. They fucked me in all my holes. They covered me in their jizz. I didn't even remember when Earl came in my pussy and I found a new dick to take its place.

I was lost to the ecstasy. I rode their dicks, lay on my back, on my side. They fucked me like a doggy. I jerked off dicks with both hands. Men would rip out of my cunt or asshole to add more filth to my body.

I don't know when I lost my skirt.

But I kept my socks stuffed with dollar bills sticky with jizz.

"What a whore."

"A slut."

"She's insatiable."

"Damn, she's draining my balls."

Daddy fucked my cunt while I sucked on Earl's massive dick, choking on its size, eager for his cum to spurt in me. Deacon Bill enjoyed my asshole. Ricky had another go at my pussy, lasting longer, my hot flesh spasming about his girth. I fucked all my teachers, all the regulars, all my classmates. I grew more and more tired as I had orgasm after orgasm.

And so did the men. I drained them.

Pride surged in me as I saw them drift away, sitting at tables, drinking beer or shots of whiskey, struggling to regain their stamina. I fucked them and satiated all of them. Daddy had Mommy on his lap, her tits out, his face nuzzling them as he watched me with the last guy.

It was Peter, his glasses still on his face, his body naked. He was pale but fit.

"Ooh, yes," I moaned as he rammed his dick over and over into me. "Mmm, you remember everything I taught you."

"I thought about it a lot," he groaned as he thrust his dick into me, his chest pressed against my messy tits. He didn't care they were covered in cum. "Damn, Alexandra. You are such a slut."

"I am," I moaned, my pussy spasming about his dick. A final orgasm. "Cum in me, Peter. Ooh, I need one last load of cum, and then I'm done."

"Forever?"

"Never," I gasped. "But for today. Oh, God, I'm such a whore."

My pussy ached as it spasmed on his dick. I was so sore but I couldn't help enjoying him. He groaned atop me, savoring my cunt's massage. And then he erupted. To my shock, he kissed me as he came. None of the men, not even Daddy, had kissed me today. Too many cocks had past my lips, too many spurts of cum had drenched my face. But Peter did, caught up in the moment, crushing me to him.

And then he collapsed on me. I shuddered, the final trembles of my last orgasm of the gangbang, a final, sweet end to all the fun, swept through me. I hugged him, savoring his dick in me. It was a wonderfully sized dick.

"Wow," he said, breaking the kiss.

"Uh-huh," I smiled. "Ooh, I could sleep for a week."

He bit his lip.

I frowned. "What?"

"Would you...like to go see a movie next Saturday? I got a car for my birthday and..."

I blinked in utter shock. "You want to...date me?"

"I know," he groaned. "Why would you want to date me? I'm the President of the Math Club."

"No, no," I said. "I just... Why would you want to date...me? I'm a whore."

"You are," he said. "And..." His cheeks grew pink.

"And you find that hot," I said, blinking in realization "You like watching me with other guys. Seeing me writhe on their cocks and cumming like a slut."

"I guess. I just...thought it would be fun. Sorry, it was stupid."

"No," I said, grabbing him as he tried to rise, still more than a little shocked that he wanted to date me. "No, no, it sounds fun. Next Saturday. It can't be a Friday. I dance here at the club every Friday." I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "For $10, I give guys a lap dance. They always cum hard. And since you're my boyfriend, I'll give you a discount. $5."

"Boyfriend?"

"Well, you're asking me out, right? Going steady. You want to take me to the drive thru and all."

"Boyfriend," he smiled. "All right. Next Saturday. And...I'll be here to watch."

I smiled at that. I had never really thought of Peter as anything more than an awkward nerd, but hearing his interest, seeing the heat in his eyes, knowing that he liked me as a sinful whore, attracted my interest. Peter rolled off of me, and I groaned as his dick plopped out of my well-used cunt.

Mommy helped me backstage. She washed me off in the bathroom, making sure I drank plenty of water. Then Daddy collected us and, well, I don't remember the drive home. Or much of the rest of Saturday. I could remember that Daddy carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed.

"Good night, Alexandra," he whispered. "Love you."

And then he kissed my forehead like he had when I was a little girl.

Dating Peter turned out a lot more fun than I imagined. I trained him like Mommy trained Daddy, and he was an eager pupil. He learned how to eat my pussy and asshole. He learned how to play with my breasts. And he learned how to kiss. We had a lot of practice kissing at the drive thru. I don't remember any of the movies we saw.

Except for our third date. That one was special. It was at the Sunset Playhouse for the premier of Lexie Lovelace's First Gangbang. The theater was packed that night, and it was so hot watching myself in black-and-white dancing on stage then getting fucked over and over.

And, of course, I visited the glory hole afterward, Peter fucking me from behind while I sucked cock after cock.

But just because I had a boyfriend didn't mean I would stop having fun with Mommy and Daddy. Peter would join us. Mommy taught him more things. For his birthday, I presented him Carolyn. With Mommy's help, I finally made it with the black-haired beauty. Peter strutted school with the knowledge he had cuckolded Ricky, the school's quarterback.

I never stopped being a whore, selling blowjobs, lap dances, or any other favor I could. Peter and I kept dating, and it was strange how love could just creep up on you. I think he always had loved me, but it took me awhile to realize that I was dating Peter not for the naughty fun we had but because it was Peter I most wanted to have naughty fun with.

We married mid-way through college. Daddy, of course, gave me away with a pussy full of his cum. When Peter kissed his new bride, he tasted Mommy's pussy juices on my lips. My whoring helped support our new married life, living in a small apartment, as Peter studied to be an engineer, getting a double major in mechanical and electronic engineering. The only whoring he wouldn't let me do was to fuck his professors to give him good grades.

So I just did it for the money. And the fun.

After graduating, he got a job at IBM. It paid well. And we talked about a family. I went off birth control and stopped whoring around. I wanted it to be Peter's child. The moment I knew I was pregnant, we threw a party.

A gangbang party.

Mommy and I starred in it with Daddy as the guest of honor. The royalties from the video's sales built our daughter's nursery.

As our daughter, Veronica, grew up, I had to slow down my activities. Being a parent came first. But I found time to have fun with her teachers, my parents, my husband's coworkers, men who lived on our street, and their wives. The sixties passed and the seventies saw Veronica blossoming towards adulthood. In the early eighties, not long after she turned eighteen, I saw the gleam in her eyes as she stared at her Daddy, who had aged into a sexy man. She had taken to prancing around in her tight panties and t-shirts that were two sizes two small.

Veronica had inherited her mother and grandmother's curvy body and hot cunt.

And I knew then that the preacher's daughter had produced a child just as sinful as she was. Another whore tempting men. The bulge in my husband's slacks did not go unnoticed to me. I leaned over, whispered in his ear: "I'm feeling sinful, honey. Want a threesome tonight?"

It was time Veronica learned just what hypocrites her parents were.