0 comments/ 81498 views/ 10 favorites Temptation's Constant By: a_bent_ampersand Author's Note: This is the third part of a longer story. I have done my best to make each chapter independent of its sisters. They were written in this order: Conquest, Contempt, and now Constant. * Anne Marie was the receptionist at my job. She always wore her hair down so that the very ends of her brown locks breezed her round ass. Her sad eyes weren't the same color and she had the virtue of being the hottest girl at work. Maybe it was a case of summer camp syndrome, but everyone in the office wanted to fuck the girl --and everyone pretty much had. Supposedly, there were pictures of me and the girl having a fuck. We'd only fucked the one time. After the fact, I felt remorse for my marriage, for cheating, for betraying my vows. I know now that I was upset for the wrong reasons. My daughter Yvette had taught me that the true sadness was doing it with such weak pussy. After she'd fucked me for the first time, she'd shown me the error in my judgment. She had made examples of Anne Marie and my boss Zachary. I had paid witness to their sexual inferiority that day and was the only champion she'd let drink from her cup, the cup of a sexual goddess. Things at work changed for me that day. Zachary stopped ordering me around for amusement. Anne Marie refused to make eye contact with me and had stopped flirting all together --not just with me, but also with everyone in the office. My days at home revolved around my daughter. She had given me three simple rules to follow and in exchange I was treated to the most earth-shattering sex of my life. I was required to always defend her, to always respect her, and to never deny her. She had also made me understand that I could never wet my wick in any pussy but hers --not even my wife's! Of course, Yvette was allowed to have anyone she wanted. I contemplated the arrangement in my own bed as I tried to sleep in. I'd been up so very late waiting for Yvette. I'd hoped to lick her pussy or fuck her sexy mouth --but she'd brought home another man to do all of those things. Falling asleep that night was difficult because I could hear moans, giggles, and muffled words. But any hopes of drifting away into the morning were dashed when I heard my wife yelling. "Yvette!" She yelled. "Open this door right now, young lady!" She pounded the door with her fists. "Don't you ignore me!" Yvette's rules bound me to intervene, so I pulled on my pants and a button-up shirt. I dashed to my daughter's aid and arrived just in time to see my wife knock the doorknob off its screws with a very heavy book. Now at my wife's side, I watched the door swing open to reveal the inside of Yvette's room. "Fuck," I heard my daughter say as she scrambled to cover her naked body with a sheet. Her latest fling was lying next to her, bare ass. He raised his head briefly and then went right back to sleep. "We're done with this crap," my wife said. "You're bringing a different guy home every night!" Yvette pulled herself up onto her elbows. Her blonde hair had obviously dried sweaty and her crystal blue eyes signaled a hangover. She stared at my wife like she was from another planet. "Your father and I are sick of it. So it's stopping right now." Yvette looked at me. "Daddy? Can you hand me that?" She pointed at a fifth of whiskey on her bureau. I went into the room and handed it over to her. "Drinking?!" My wife bellowed. She then shouted at me, "Kyle! She's not even twenty! What are you doing?!" I shrugged as Yvette unscrewed the top of the bottle. "Hair of the dog, Angela... nothing we can do but help the hang over." Yvette tipped the bottle to her lips. She handed the bottle back to me and reached under her pillow. When she did the reach, I glimpsed much of her heavy right tit --her golden ring was a near miss. She quickly adjusted and gave me a private smirk. "Angela," I said. "You're gonna be late for work. I'll handle this." "I want that man out of here." "That'll depend on Yvette." "Excuse me?" Angela looked at me. She had brown eyes. Yvette brought out her IPOD from her pillow and put her earbuds in. "Look..." I said to Angela. "...she's an adult now. We can't keep trying to raise her and force her way anymore." "You think we should stand by while she makes her own mistakes?" My wife folded her arms beneath her own set of generous tits. Yvette had gotten a lot of Angela's beautiful genes. Yvette reached under the bed for an ashtray and her cigarettes. I knew that when she lit up, Angela would hit the roof. I just hoped my girl would spare me from lighting it for her. I was prepared to, but Angela didn't know I was smoking again. Angela's jaw dropped when Yvette lit a cigarette in her bed. "Kyle!" "It's her room, she can do that if she wants. As long as it's not in the house--" Angela turned and stomped away. Her heels clicked down the stairs. I followed, but only glimpsed her exit through the front door at the bottom of the stairs. She slammed the door. I waited at the top of the stairs. I gripped and released the stupid railing a few times. Below me, in the sunlight, I could see the setting where I coupled with my daughter for the first time --just a few nights ago. The couch and the floor in front of the couch had seen sweat, cum, and passionate promises. All of the evidence had evaporated. After hearing her Angela drive off, I turned toward my slut daughter's bedroom door. Yvette had been watching me. Her eyes contained a cold, blue anarchy. She leaned against the doorjamb casually. Her dirty sheet was wrapped loosely around her hips that left her heaving torso totally exposed. My eyes traced the white chord of her earbuds as it traveled between her solid, round, D-cup tits to the IPOD in her hand. The golden rings that stabbed through her nipples reflected the smoke and the sunlight. Yvette put her cigarette to her full, dick-sucking lips as she stared at me. I could hear rap music blasting into her ears. I hoped that I had done enough to please her. I wondered if I'd done enough to defend her. I walked toward her slowly and her unblinking blue eyes adjusted to look up at me. She held her cigarette out to me as she exhaled a long stream of her smoke into the hallway. I put the cigarette to my lips, intoxicated by her pose. In that moment, Yvette dropped the sheet from around her hips. Her absolutely flat belly sat plainly above the blonde stubbles of a scantily shaved pussy. There was no time to drink in the sight as Yvette grabbed my free hand. She immediately trapped it between her thighs and ground her pussy into my fingers. The pussy was dry, maybe tired... but it started to wake up right away. She let go of me and unbuttoned my shirt as her hips writhed. With her pussy wetting my fingers, I bent so I could penetrate her. "No..." She hissed. "...don't move your hand." She rocked her greedy quim against me while her thighs squeezed tighter. I felt her hump my hand to the beat of her IPOD. I could feel her wet, pudgy lips grinding her sap over the side of my hand. Her breath heightened with each thrust. She closed her eyes and sighed, "...oh...oh yeah..." Her lips smeared over my knuckles ferociously as she forced my shirt off my shoulders. Her cigarette was burning down in my other hand. "Oh... fuck!" She gave a shout, grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees. Yvette opened her legs and shoved my nose into her melting lower lips. I felt her right leg go around my head. My daughter had a distinct taste of latex entrenched in her folds that I found when I shoved my tongue into her. "Yeah... that's a condom taste, daddy..." she groaned down at me. "...the retard in my bed wanted one when he fucked me. I wanted you to taste that, daddy... that's the only reason..." She snapped her fingers near my ear like she was commanding a dog. I looked at her hand. She wanted the cigarette. I handed it off and continued to relish the saccharine-rubber flavor that glistened below her clit. With my hands free, I reached between her legs and forced her hole open. Her sloppy slit pressed against my fingers, remolding, re-conforming. I licked her clit faster and faster. I chased down as much of her acrid wetness as I could. I felt the ashes from her cigarette sprinkle my shoulders. "Get your cock out," she ordered. I dropped my hands and forced my pants down. My cock was solid, veins rippling beneath the skin. Its fat head bounced upward upon release. Her palm forced me back onto the floor in her room. She joined me on her hands and knees. I watched my daughter's sexy body hover over me. I ran my hands over the flawless skin of her shoulders as her head went down to my cock. "Oh, daddy... I think it's bigger than last time..." After that she gave a mischievous smile, her long hair hid her face from me. The cigarette had burned itself out, so she tossed it toward her bed. The IPOD went immediately after it. I heard Yvette spit on my cock. Her hand stroked her saliva down the shaft and then I felt her lips engulf the head. Her mouth filled quickly with her slosh and she jerked her head up and down. I could hear her voice grunting approval against my shaft. Her hand squeezed the base roughly and her lips traveled further and further down each time she moved her head. My cock was released with a gasp and she whipped her hair away from her cheeks to look at me. Her handgrip on my fuck handle boasted experience as she jacked me off. A shit-eating grin lined her lips when she gazed between my face and her hand. After re-asserting her position, she went down again and I groaned deeply. Yvette deep-throated me in one swift move. I felt her top teeth tug on the pubes at the root of my tree. My voice surrendered to absolute ecstasy as she swallowed with her throat. This erection was fat and hard. I could feel the pre-cum desperately coating my baby's throat and her tongue. This made her sounds even more guttural and she shuddered a little when she groaned. She released it again to look down on me. I felt her hand still hard at work as it coaxed cum from me. I could glimpse how huge and purple her expertise had made the tip of it. My eyes rolled back as her fingers continued to stroke and pull its silky skin. "What the fuck is going on?" A voice from the bed said. I realized that Yvette's fuck from the night before was awake. Yvette kept her eyes on me when she grinned, "what the fuck do you think? I'm blowing my dad." We both then looked up to the kid. He was red-faced. Angry. "That's fucked up!" Yvette laughed, "...this from the condom kid?!" She brought her thighs up and over me. "You're gonna fuck him now?" "Yeah... Eric..." Yvette arched her back and raised her pussy above the helmet of my hard-on. Her spectacular breasts, round and righteous, pointed their nipples to the ceiling. The fringe of her blonde locks hid her concentration from him as she guided me to the right spot. "...right...now..." My plump purple head traced itself between the lips of my daughter's glorious gash. I felt her slick walls slurp against every vein of my meat, squeezing tighter and tighter. Air rushed through my baby girl's nose as my pure size treated her. Inch upon inch of my rod slid all the way up her twat and once I was home, Yvette raised herself up anon. The sensation quaked us both as she went in reverse. "Oh... daddy.... I wanna go again!" Yvette's tongue cooed in a childish, malefic tone. "I..." The guy said. "...Yvette. I really--" "...Yeah... but I'm a little busy fucking my dad right now..." Yvette's voice switched to a mock apology. She grabbed my hands and set them beneath of her suck able knobs. I squeezed the flesh of each tit from underneath and her nipple rings kissed my thumb knuckles. "You're both sick!" He shouted, now fully dressed. He stomped past Yvette as she slid herself back down my firm fucker. The nerd then stopped in the doorway. He looked down at me. From there, he could only see my daughter's back as her ass settled above my bountiful balls. Maybe he was looking at the tattoo that sat right above her ass. The dude looked sad and betrayed. Yvette saw I was looking at the guy and then she grinned at me arrogantly. She couldn't get her joke out fast enough. "...gonna stay and watch my dad suck my titties?" He left on that note and Yvette gave me a comical I-told-you-so face before getting back to serious fucking. The comedy left her face and her lips went slack as we fucked at a millimeter pace. Her eyes opened and closed, overwhelmed with the sexual electricity we were building within her soppy folds. "Don't make me a liar... daddy... suck your daughter's big tits..." My baby brought my head up between her tits. I opened my mouth against her perfect, sweaty, round skin. Her nipple ring grazed my right cheek as I dragged my tongue along the curve of her flesh. Using her own hands, Yvette crushed her tits together before me. The areolas of each blended together and the rings sat one on top of the other. "Suck the nipples now, daddy," her voice above a whisper. "Suck them together." My teeth lightly bit each swollen nip together and my lips closed. Her pussy settled into an informal grind as her hips churned on my stick. "Wouldn't it... be nice... if I had milk?" She breathed as she squeezed them before me. My prick was throbbing inside of her, threatening to cum. Her latest remark sent me closer to the edge. I focused on the nipples swelling against my teeth, running my tongue over both nubs. Her rings tickled my chin. "Baby..." I gulped. "...I'm getting close..." "Daddy..." She panted. A crashing rotation from her hips signaled a change of intention. "Don't cum, dad...dy... not... yet..." I tried to hold back as she released her tits. I pinched the nipples and used them to hold each fat globe up and away. My tongue went to the underside of each magnificent orb as I tried to hold back my seed from her baby chute. "Hello?!" Another voice from downstairs called. A male voice. A not-Eric voice. Yvette stopped her motion. I let go of her nipples, sweating. "Don't cum yet!" We both listened. The blood in my rod pulsed with my heart. "Hello?" It was the same voice. "That little bitch left the door open, didn't he?" Yvette said incredulously. She ground her pussy into me another time before she hopped off of my cock. "Go see who it is." I slipped into my pants and zipped up my engorged cock. Yvette threw me my shirt and I got to my feet. I was pulling my shirt on as I came down the stairs. There was a stranger in the house. Yvette was right... the bitch had left the door open when he left. The stranger was in a green suit. His black hair was slicked back. "Can I help you?" I said as I buttoned my shirt. "Maybe." "I'm not asking. I want you the fuck out of my house." I glared at him as I arrived. "This kid. Twenties." The fellow said as he ignored my request. "Just left this place in tears. I saw him. Told me there was something right unholy happening in this house." "Who are you?" He had an Altoid case. He popped a curiously strong mint and hid the case in his pocket. "Carl Robins. I teach Sunday School." "Well... you're wasting your time." I went to the door and held it for him. "Fellow said..." He narrowed his dark eyes at me. "...said someone in this house was having carnal relations with his own daughter. You know anything about that?" "No, I don't." "Would that be your daughter he was talking about?" "Look," I said pointing through the open door. "You're not welcome here--" "I'm his daughter. Only daughter." Yvette said from the top of the stairs. She stood at the railing and looked down at both of us. She'd pulled her hair up. A tight blue T-shirt stretched over her tits. The undersides of each breast were barely exposed right above her bare midriff. She'd thrown on a pair of blue jeans. There was a cigarette burning in one hand. She strode down the stairs slowly and considered the stranger with narrowed eyes. Once she arrived at the landing, she put her cigarette to her lips and exhaled. "Don't forget to lock it, daddy... we don't need anymore visitors." I locked the door. "I'm Carl Robins," said the Holy Roller. Yvette only smoked. The sizzle of the tobacco was the only sound. With neither of us giving him anything, he spoke again. "Miss... this fella out there..." "Eric." She offered. "Yes..." He smiled. "...that was his name... he caught me outside going door to door... we're inviting people to church, you see... well he stopped me between houses and..." "What church is that?" She didn't care. "It's right down the street." "What denomination?" He grinned at her, suddenly shy. "No denomination." "Sounds like you have trouble committing." Carl shook his head. His lips opened to correct Yvette, but she spoke first. "Have a seat," Yvette indicated the couch. "I don't think that's necessary..." "Please?" "Well, if you insist..." He stepped over to the couch and Yvette followed him. He continued his rambling, "...the boy... the Eric, you said... he said... well, he said that..." "Do you have those... door to door pamphlets?" Yvette interrupted him and sucked in her own lips. She raised her eyebrows up. I thought she might be holding back laughter. He paused before he sat on the couch and produced a red-white-and-blue printed pamphlet from his suit pocket. I could see big white print that said "Salvation is easier than you think." He handed it to her. She took it and glanced over its cover. She then pointed to the couch with the cigarette. He sat down and Yvette moved to stand in front of him. The blue shirt conformed solidly to her braless chest like a second skin. Her flat abs hid the man from the coffee table. A seemingly hypnotic plume of smoke shot from her lips and over his head. "Miss... have... has..." He pointed at me. "...has that man violated you?" "What do you mean, violated me?" Yvette took her pamphlet and slipped into her pants, just above her pussy. "Has he had sexual relations with you?" "Daddy?" Yvette cast her voice over her shoulder at me. "Can you bring me the whiskey?" I moved up the stairs to retrieve the whiskey from her room. "Drinking whiskey?" I heard Carl ask. "Is that what he does? Get you drunk first? Are you even old enough to drink?" They were almost out of earshot when I heard my daughter's reply, "...are you gonna card me?" I stepped over the sheet on my way into her room. I could hear the headphones from her IPOD still blasting its dirty beat. The whiskey was back on the bureau. As I took it, I wondered if Yvette intended to take the stranger. Would a follower of God be as easy to crack as I was? Was he there just to amuse her or did she want to control him as aggressively as she did me? The second question made me extremely jealous. I came down the stairs as slowly as I could. Part of me wanted to tell the gentleman to leave... to let him keep whatever dignity he had before my daughter could have her way with him. Another part wanted my daughter to consume him entirely so more than my soul would be dammed. I had never considered the morality of our relationship as it related to heaven and hell. "You shouldn't smoke, young lady," Carl said, fumbling for his Altoid case. "I have an oral fixation..." She smirked. "Altoid?" The man joked. I saw him glance at Yvette's braless mounds right above his head. Her nipple rings could be glanced just barely coming out from underneath the blue shirt. In that moment, I was certain Yvette could have him if that was what she wanted. I carried the whiskey to my baby's side and took her cigarette. Temptation's Constant "Look at my body..." Yvette whispered, her hands going to her hips. "...the breasts are nice, aren't they?" "Miss... lots of things are beautiful in the eyes of God." She stepped forward and used her feet to kick his shoes apart. My baby then leaned forward and grabbed the back of the couch with her hand. "I lost my virginity on this couch." "How old were you?" "Wait for my autobiography." She breathed, drawing her breasts to just under his chin. Her lips spread widely as his eyes shot down to her sweet and supple. I watched her knee move between his legs, tracing up his thigh, to barely touch his groin. "You are absolute temptation..." Carl said above a whisper. "Because I'm the girl you flip past on MTV?" Yvette sighed, lowering her lips to his ear. Her tone was lazy and seductive. "Because this is the body you glance over when you go to the mall?" She rested her weight onto the knee between his open legs. She squatted over him on the couch, pressing her tits into his chest. "Because you think you can have me?" "Jesus loves you." Yvette leaned back and exposed the naked underneath of both fleshy spheres. Her blue eyes locked with his and she cocked her head in consideration. "Yeah..?" She asked with a husk: "...and how big's his cock?" The whiskey bottle slipped from my hand. They didn't notice. Beads of sweat had formed on Carl's red face. His expression was difficult to read. If Yvette was awakening a sexual servant in him, she was getting closer. I watched my baby girl put her hands on the man's cheeks and she brought her face toward his. The pace of their heaving chests matched as their lips nearly touched. "My daughter's younger than you..." Carl gasped. Yvette exhaled slowly, her lips grazing his with a whisper, "and who else do you wanna fuck?" The Sunday School teacher kissed my daughter. It was a loud and very desperate smacking sound. His approach was bestial, like a starving man. Yvette fed into the kiss and groaned when he forced his tongue into her mouth. My own heartbeat quickened as my baby got her way. My dick was stirring. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his, their eyes locked. "Forgive me..." Carl panted. "Lift my top," Yvette assured as she leaned upward. Smeared blue cotton already exposed most of her left tit. Her puffy nipple was already as excited as I'd ever seen it. Carl's hands shook as he hooked his fingers into the fabric. "That's it..." Yvette hissed. "...that's a good little gentleman..." He popped the right breast free and shoved the shirt toward her neck. Yvette's white breasts were obviously pious to him. I knew how he felt. He immediately jerked forward to suck on one, but Yvette pushed him down. His look was confusion. "Daddy?" Yvette spoke without looking at me. "Pour whiskey on them. On both of them." I reached down for the bottle I'd dropped and unscrewed it. Upon my approach, Yvette opened her mouth for me and placed the cap to the whiskey there between her teeth. I splashed the hard alcohol over each tittie as charged. Liquid ran over her chest and dripped over her belly. Splotches doused her jeans and Carl's groin. "Now take off your pants, Daddy." I freed my cock for my baby mistress. It sprung upward and bobbed lightly. Carl tried not to look, but glimpsed it. He looked down immediately. "He's... big..." he muttered. "Do you really think a small dick begat these..?" Yvette raised his chin and guided him to her newly soused titties. His eyes closed and he licked whiskey from one tit and then the other. Yvette put one hand around Carl's head to hold him and the other grasped my cock. She turned to face it. "Now... where were we, daddy?" Her tongue came out to lick the underside of its helmet. I put my hand behind her head and held her hair as she wetted more and more of my cock with her very capable tongue. There was a lot of ground for her to cover. Every pore and every bit of stretched skin was massaged. Carl's hands clenched her tits as he licked and swallowed the whiskey. Yvette rested a hand on my cock and pushed Carl away again. His eyes were shut hard while his lips kissed and licked the air. My daughter looked between us before getting off of Carl's lap. Poor man's breath wouldn't protest, but his eyes said everything. Ceremoniously, Yvette stood straight up and whipped her shirt off over her head. I could smell her sweaty hair when she stood in front of me. She reached between us with both hands and started to whack my crank. Shivers shot down through my legs to the backs of my ankles. Whiskey breath warmed my neck as she lightly pecked it. Carl spoke up, "...what... what about..." My baby laid her head against my chest and spoke down at Carl. She placed one hand on my naked ass and forced my dick to point at the ground between us. "You're free to go." She breathed. He sat there, dumbstruck. He looked up at us as her flawless skin pressed hard against me. "But I don't want to." He said. "If you stay here, it means you renounce everything you do on Sunday," Yvette turned to expose one breast toward him and she spit in her hand. With this newly lubricated palm, she returned to her handjob. Her eyes narrowed down at the man. "This cock? This is the seed from which... well, you can see the result... and I'm going to take it inside of me... you're right... he is big... and I like having it in me... when I see it, it makes a knot in my pussy... and only this cock is big enough to untie it... so I make it hard, I make it wet... and I can't wait to cum all over it... and you know what else? I like it most when he seeds me. When it sprays all white and sticky. I feel it twitch. I feel it burn. And it makes me cum again and again... smell how wet I am, preacher... my hole wants him to..." She bit her upper lip for punctuation. "Can you think of anything more unholy?" "It's abomination--" "You can let yourself out," she turned back to me. "He let himself in, he can let himself out." Her lips closed around my bottom lip and then her teeth crashed into mine. This was the sloppiest and malicious French kiss I had ever experienced. I knew it was as much for Carl as it was for me. My hands went to her ass instinctively as she gnawed my lips and giggled into my face. My eyes closed as her tits stabbed into my chest. I felt her hand grip my balls. Electricity lined the shaft of my fuck rod as she stroked more fervor from me. All at once, she let go of my cock and twisted around. My hands grabbed her chest from behind. The jeans that shrouded her ass rolled against me with the expertise of a lap dancer. Maybe we both opened our eyes at the same time --I really can't be sure. Carl was watching, frozen in his seat. "You're still here?" Yvette smiled as I shoved her tits upward and together, driving her flesh toward their swollen nipples. "Yes." She stepped out of my grip, leaving my cock to bob on the ready. "What does it mean?" Yvette asked and folded her arms across her flat, tanned belly. "I... I don't..." "Don't give me that bullshit. You know what it means!" Carl couldn't look at her or me. She leaned toward him and grabbed his chin with her hand swiftly. Now forced to look at her, he searched her eyes --maybe for his words. But she announced them first: "It means you would rather worship me." Carl was shoved back by her hand. Yvette looked down at him with a sinister, knowing glow. "Or go. Now. I'm giving you the choice. Heaven by your standards or Heaven by mine. But do so because it is what you wish!" Carl looked up at her. I could see his belief system crumbling. There was even genuine fear in that face. I wondered briefly if I'd worn the same look when I had first penetrated Yvette. Of course, my choice had been loads easier as I was already a morally corrupt man. I watched as the preacher man dropped a few tears from his eyes and gazed at, what I was guessing, the most rocking bod he'd ever seen mostly naked. "Kneel." Yvette's voice had no sense of irony as she took a step back from the couch. Carl hesitated for only a second before he did as he was told. His tears had swollen into an outright cry as he knelt before Yvette. Her hands went to his hair and she stroked it. "I'll make this easier for you. Crawl to the door. Now. Or. Undo my pants." She released him and waited. The son of a bitch actually looked at the door a moment and then up at my daughter. He choked back his tears as he surrendered and hooked his fingers into Yvette's pants. I couldn't see her face, but I knew which smile she was giving him. I knew she had conquered more in that moment than she ever had before... she had conquered a soul. It was quite a feather in her cap, but I also knew that it would come with a price. Sex with Yvette always did. It also occurred to me that Yvette was truly evil. And the thought of that made my cock even harder. Carl's hands shook as he removed the pamphlet he'd given her just a little bit ago. "Won't be needing that anymore," Yvette cooed. "Maybe I'll have you go door to door for me... bring me more like you... bring me your friends... bring me you wife... I like a big congregation, my sweet holy man..." He audibly gulped as he dropped his crumpled pamphlet to the floor. "We don't wear pants in this church." Yvette said lowly as he forced her pants open. Carl stood up and shed his suit jacket. He then loosened his tie. I took the liberty of forcing Yvette's jeans down over her faultless hips. As I pulled them all the way down, I knelt behind her. That perfect ninteen year-old ass was in front of my face --underlining the tramp stamp tattoo she'd had for years. Yvette didn't look at me once. She only waited until she could step out of her jeans, now totally naked for our service to her. Carl was naked now. He stepped out of his whitie-tighties. His prick wasn't very big. It appeared to be very hard, but not near the size of mine. I had never seen any other cock besides Zachary's, but I was guessing Carl's was below average. "Daddy? Stand next to him." My baby commanded. I did as I was told, removing my own shirt. Yvette put her hands on her hips and looked between our offerings. It looked like an apology was about to escape Carl's lips, but she silenced him with a hand over his lips. "I'll have one of those Altoids now." Yvette said, sucking her bottom lip in. Carl scrambled into his pants pockets, searching for the case. He couldn't open it fast enough. A few of those mints flew out as the top opened. "I hope everything else with you isn't as... eager..." Yvette smirked as she reached into the box for two of the mints. She popped them into her mouth and watched both of us as she cracked them with her teeth. "Okay... Daddy? You're getting a blowjob... and you..." "Carl." "Carl... you're confessing something to me..." Yvette got on her knees before me and pointed my rigid member back at her sweet and curiously strong mouth. "...besides your daughter and your wife... who else do you want to fuck?" Her breath stung my ramrod as her tongue came forward and lashed my cock. With no prelude, she slammed herself forward. I was deep-throated in an instant. I could feel bits of the broken candy stinging the tender skin. A surge like a burn sat behind my pole's head as it pulsed deep in her throat. "...besides you?" Carl stammered. "Besides her, knucklehead." I blurted, my hands going behind my daughter's head. I didn't like Carl. "There's this girl at church... I always look for her. Nadia. I think she's from the Ukraine. She started coming to meet new people..." Yvette's mouth pulled off of my cunt-sticker with a pop. "Describe her." She lifted my prick upward and touched her tongue to my balls. I felt her tongue as it slithered up the underside of it. She teased and poked off track once or twice before she engulfed me again. My pup then dipped into the furthest point I could reach in her throat. My baby swallowed and I gasped. "She's very pretty. Black hair. She has these dark eyes..." Yvette slipped off of my shaft again and she continued to wank it. She looked up at Carl. "Why haven't you fucked her? Because you're married?" "Yes! And... and she's married too!" "Uh-huh." She rolled her eyes and turned toward Carl's less-than cannon. As she turned, she looked toward me and slapped her own ass. I switched position as ordered and knelt behind my daughter's fantastic ass. I guided my hole puncher toward her glistening gash. Her chubby lips nudged apart as I guided into her from behind. I felt my sweet daughter give again and as she slipped all the way up. I groaned with satisfaction. And so did she. Carl was silent now as Yvette touched his tiny tot. I watched her head bob as I gripped her ass cheeks. I spread them apart to gaze at her brown hole. I slid my dick all the way out only to poke her again and again. I put my thumb into my mouth because I knew one part of me had to try her ass. Her new recruit had his eyes closed, concentrating on his own experience. I stabbed my thumb into her ass and Yvette arched herself upward. "Oh... father... you're such a dirty bird!" She leaned all the way up, forcing my prick into her further. My hand altered position as I wiggled my thumb. With a glance, I saw she was using a hand on Carl's penis to push herself up. Her lips smashed into mine as she fucked her hips faster to claim all of the cock and thumb that she could. As she Frenched me with her eyes closed I was thankful to taste mostly Altoid and not inferior dick. My other hand went down to her clit. "...oh my god... daddy... you've fucked before!" I manipulated her diamond in time with my pulsating prick. I left the timing of the thumb up to her as she gasped higher and higher. "Oh my god... daddy... keep it... keep it..." I worked my wrist and my cock aggressively --showing off for poor Carl. "Preacher man! Suck my titties!" Yvette cried out. Carl fell to his knees and complied. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could see Yvette's eyes closed. Her lips kissed the air over and over. "Suck harder... you pussy! You fucking asshole! I'm not your wife! I'm not your stupid wife! Dumb bitch! She's such a dumb bitch!" Yvette barked, slapping the man's head. I watched his hands move to her chest. I felt the walls of her twat grip my stick harder, conforming to every contour, dip, and vein. The grip intensified as layer upon layer of orgasm seemed imminent. I listened to my baby's breath as it rose and rose again... going higher and higher. Her mouth dropped open and she emitted a high squeal. Her body quaked before me and I felt her clit anoint my fingers. I felt her pussy release to spill her heavenly elixir all over my dutiful seeder. I kept ramming her harder and harder, through the climax. Yvette gasped with each thrust, opening her eyes drunkenly. I watched her face flush before she turned toward Carl. Her hands pushed him away from her chest and she moaned, "...oh...oh...shit...daddy...you make a little girl proud..." I brought my thumb out of her ass. "I... I'm close..." I panted as I felt my sperm light up the inside of my cunt-stretcher. She fell forward, catching herself with her hands. Her face was a foot above Carl's little boner. "Preacher man..." Yvette panted. "...get under me... take a look at my father ramming my rag box... watch it... oh my god... you have to see it!" Carl turned and got onto his back. With the skill of a break-dancer, he scrambled to watch me pound his priestess. Yvette spread her legs more and raised herself up. I adjusted to make sure the dumb ass had a better view as I pounded her. I smoothed my hands over her back to grab her tits as I slapped into her from behind. I could feel Carl's breath on my balls as I gave him a show. "Pinch my nipples, daddy... please!" Yvette cried out. I did as she asked and yanked them downward, toward the plow. Her hips were eager as she rode the tide of her orgasm. Her pussy's folds clenched, shook, and insisted on its most basic need. My baby girl felt more open and hollow as it made room for what it was built for. The piss-hole of my cock couldn't hold it anymore. I felt it sneeze hard into my daughter. Another eruption and my spunk kissed her deepest quarter. I shook again as I still fucked in a vain attempt to coat her entire cavern with my seed. Ropes of my white jizz blasted one after the other --each more powerful than the last. My thumbs hooked into her nipple rings as she rotated her succulent cum catcher against me. She spat as she hissed, "...that's it...c'mon...make a me a mother... give me someone else to fuck one day... that's it... such a good boy... such a good boy..." I gasped for breath. It felt like my cock would never go limp as another explosion of paste shot into her. Yvette collapsed on top of Carl. I was careful to keep my balls off his forehead. "Carl... don't move..." Yvette panted, half-chuckling. "...we're not finished... mister... you're about to be ...blessed..." With that last word, Yvette laughed through her nose with a snort. I slipped my sausage all the way out of her and fell back onto my ass. I worked to catch my breath. I stared at the top of Carl's head and my daughter's pristine thighs as they very nearly encased it. Her puffy, well-fucked pussy lips protruded outward and bubbled with my fuck butter right over his face. I knew what she was going to do. "Oh... take this... your sacrament!" She clenched her eyes and moved her head to an unheard melody. Yvette was intoxicated by her own charisma and sexual ministry. It was truly majestic to behold her in that moment. He knew it too, because he opened his mouth. Yvette squeezed a load of my white cum from her pussy and it splashed Carl's smacking lips. "...more..." Carl pleaded. "More cream pie, my little bitch?" She half-moaned and half-chuckled. Another weight of sperm smacked him from her foamy twat. After that, Yvette let her thighs fall, smearing her cunt and my seed into the man's nose and lips. I don't think the man had ever eaten pussy in his life, but he was eager to start. "That's it... suck my pussy... suck me..." another giggle. "Suck your goddess... what you don't get we'll wipe on the pamphlet..." That last remark made her laugh out loud. I stood up and walked toward the stairs. "Where are you going?" Yvette called after me. "The cigarettes are up here." I said. The fact was true, but the other fact was that I wasn't going to stick around to watch Carl try to fuck a goddess with the little train that could. I found the cigarettes and brought the whole pack back down to the living room. Yvette was on the couch, naked, with an expectant hand out. I placed one between her fingers and we both lit up. Carl was sitting on the floor, also naked. "After you're finished, miss..." Carl began. "You're not fucking me, holy man..." Yvette said, smoke rolled from her lips toward her nose, "...at least not today." I sat on the couch next to her. She curled up under my arm, her sweat-matted hair right under my nose. I reached an arm around her and rested my hand on her tit, lightly toying with her nipple ring. "I don't..." "I'll make it easy for you," Yvette grinned, playing with my nipple as she looked at him. "You want to come into the temple?" Carl blinked and then nodded. His dick had disappeared between his legs. Out of sight. "Fuck Nadia for me. That's your crusade." Yvette twisted her head imposingly. "If you take me as your goddess?" Carl shook his head in protest, "I can't! She won't do it. She never would do it..." "You don't need her permission," Yvette sneered before leaning into me again. "Do you get me?" Temptation's Constant "You want me to--" "Carl..." Yvette giggled. "...You have to be worthy to be in my church. Only one man got cum in his eye today... I mean, why do you think that is, faggot?" If a father putting his prick into his own daughter had been a shocker for Carl, it was nothing to the shock on his face in that moment. "That's how you get in here." She said lowly and spread her legs for him. Carl looked away from both of us as he realized there was the price. "Is there anything else I can do?" "Yes..." Yvette smiled. "...You can wash me. This goddess is all fucked and dirty. I will let you put your hands on me to clean me... would you like that?" He looked at her so gratefully. "If it would please you." "Right now, that's all you can do to please me." Yvette leaned up from my arm and looked at me. "Can we use you and mom's shower?" Her voice reminded me of the first time she wanted to sleep at a friend's house. "Who am I to deny you?" I asked. She leaned in and kissed me slowly, fully. Adoringly. Once the kiss was broken, she stood up and walked toward the stairs, still smoking her cigarette. Her naked hips swayed as she moved up one step at a time toward the master shower. The shower was actually very nice. Angela and I had spared no expense. Carl scrambled behind her like an eager puppy. I heard the shower start running and I stood up in my living room. I picked up Yvette's clothes from the floor. I gathered Carl's things. I found the pamphlet crumbled on the floor. It's white words, "Salvation is easier than you think" were wet and sticky with an incestuous cocktail. Whatever Carl would do with Yvette's challenge was up to him. But the entire scene had taught me something. It had shown me that my daughter was far more satisfying than any relationship with a church. Her mission was easy to understand and her rules were getting easier to follow with each passing day.