18 comments/ 35770 views/ 35 favorites From Bible to Bedroom By: SubmissiveSiren26 Cassie woke the morning of her 18th birthday feeling somewhat... Let down. For some reason, she'd always thought that when she crossed the line from child to adult, she'd feel different. But, of course, she didn't. She felt as she always had. A little grumpy, half asleep, and not really looking forward to the day ahead. Cassie was most definitely not a morning person. Turning her head, she glanced at the clock on the nightstand and gave a little sigh when she saw that it was past 9. Dragging herself out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom and did her business, brushing her teeth and reminding herself that she was really very lucky. Several of her friends had fathers who were much stricter than hers, and required that they be up at dawn for morning prayers. Cassie's father was very strict, but since he also hated mornings, he did allow her to sleep in, within reason. Returning to her room, she got dressed, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt, another allowance he made. Though she was required to wear dresses or long skirts to church each week, he gave her a certain amount of leeway at home with her wardrobe. As long as it wasn't anything revealing, she was fine. Considering that she'd been home schooled and brought up in a very conservative house, she really had it quite easy. She had to go without some things that many people her age took for granted, but, she reasoned, since she'd never had those things, she really didn't know what she was missing. Well, she did have an inkling about a few things, but she just put those out of her mind. Her father might not see everything, but God certainly did! Finally, Cassie made her way downstairs, knowing what would greet her before she even got into the kitchen. Her father would be drinking coffee at the table, reading the paper, and muttering about all the heathens causing trouble in the world. Cassie wasn't even sure why he read the newspaper, since it only made him mad, but it was part of the routine. And sure enough, when she walked in, he was doing exactly that. "Morning, Daddy!" Cassie sang, as she walked in. She hated mornings, but she hated listening to her father grumble even more. Looking up, he gave her a small smile, "Morning, Miss Cassie. Happy Birthday!" Smiling, she went to the fridge and pulled out eggs and bacon, setting them on the counter before pulling out a pan and setting it on the range, turning the gas on. "Thanks, daddy. Ready for breakfast?" "Sure am." Cassie busied herself, frying the bacon to perfect crispness and then following up with the eggs, putting bread in the toaster and pulling plates down. Humming quietly to herself, she thought about the day ahead of her, full of chores and figuring out what to cook for dinner. Ever since her mother had died, five years ago, it had been up to her to take care of the house, and she thought she did a pretty good job of it. She knew most girls her age would be getting ready for college, but she had no interest in it. She loved taking care of her father, and she imagined that when she met her husband, she would love taking care of him and her kids. Maybe it was old-fashioned, but she didn't really care. She knew a few of the girls from her church thought she was crazy. They talked about escaping as soon as they turned 18 and leaving their way of life behind, but Cassie loved it. She took comfort in the routine... And in knowing her place in the world. And her place was right across the table from her daddy, eating the breakfast she had prepared. "This is great, honey. You've really turned into a good cook." "Thanks, dad!" She watched him as he finished his last piece of bacon, and then looked up at her. He looked like he needed to say something important, and she was all ears. She'd been waiting for this conversation for 18 years. "Cassie... Do you remember how, when you turned 13, I told you that I would tell you about certain things when you were 18? And that I asked you not to discuss those things with any of your church friends, or to try to find out on your own?" "Of course, daddy." "And did you?" "No. I promise I didn't." And she hadn't. It had been difficult, of course. Her friends would always want to talk about sex, but she'd get up and leave the room anytime anyone brought it up. She'd heard a few things, even in spite of her efforts, but for the most part, she'd remained fairly ignorant. She knew it involved putting a part of the male into the female, but after that, she really didn't know much. It's pretty easy to stay in the dark when you live in such an isolationist society. Her attention returned to her father when he cleared his throat. "I'm going to ask you some questions now, and I want you to answer honestly. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Daddy." "Have you ever touched your special place?" Cassie felt herself turning bright red, and began shaking her head. "NO, Daddy! Of course not!" He looked relieved. "Good, Cassie. I'm glad. Okay, my next question... Do you know what sexual intercourse is?" Cassie could still feel herself blushing, "Only what I've heard in snippets from some of the kids at church, but since I always ran from the room, I never really understood how it worked. Are you going to tell me?" He nodded, looking thoughtful. "Cassie... You know how our church works, but I'm not sure you fully understand how we embrace God's word. Your father possesses you fully, until we give that possession away to your husband. Do you understand what that means?" Feeling somewhat doubtful, she shook her head, "I don't think so." "Well," he began, "it means that in all aspects that you would obey and take care of your husband, then you must obey and take care of your father." Cassie nodded, still not fully understanding. He smiled and reached out, taking her hand across the table. "Come upstairs with me, Cassie. I'll show you what I mean." Butterflies erupted in her stomach as he led her away from the table and up the stairs. Following him into his bedroom, she looked around the sparse room, thinking about practical things, like how she needed to run the vacuum, and do the washing. Her father placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned in, his lips brushing her ear and making her jump as he softly said, "Lay down on the bed." Her eyes jerked up to his, and he gave a nod, ensuring she obeyed. Doing as she was told, she laid down on the bed. Feeling even more nervous, but also desperately curious, she let out a shaky sigh and looked up at him. "Are you scared, Cassie?" "No," she shook her head. And she wasn't. Her father loved her, and she loved him, and whatever pleased him was not only her will, but also her pleasure. He smiled and placed his hand on her stomach, pressing gently and sliding up, so that her shirt rode up, revealing bare skin. Biting her lip, she shivered as his fingers brushed over her skin, then followed down to her jeans, unfastening the button and pulling down the zipper. "I want to show you what being a good girl feels like, Cassie. Do you want to know what that's like?" "Yes, Daddy," she said, her voice quaking a bit. He pushed her jeans down over her hips and pulled them off entirely, running his hand over her calf, and then up her thigh. Reaching her plain cotton panties, he pressed a finger directly over her secret place, and she let out a little whimper, strange shocks going through her body. "Daddy!" "Yes, baby?" "What are you doing?" "I'm going to make you feel good, Cassie... And then later, once I've taught you all about feeling good, then you're going to learn how to make me feel good. Okay?" Nodding, she closed her eyes and focused on where his finger was rubbing. Shaking, she couldn't help but make noises as tingles criss crossed over her body, radiating out from where he just kept pressing and rubbing. She could feel herself getting wet down there, something she didn't understand. So much was happening that she didn't understand. She let out another whimper, whispering, "Daddy, what's happening to me?" "Pleasure, baby... Do you like it?" "Yes... oh God... Oh, I'm sorry, daddy!" He laughed softly, leaning in, "You may use the Lord's name in vain when I'm touching you. Nothing in this room is off limits. I'll teach you new words to use, if you like." He slid a finger under her panties and touched something that made her arch off the bed and cry out. "This, Cassie... This is your pussy. And what you should know about your pussy, is that I own it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl." He rubbed her pussy, which felt like it was dripping, it was so wet, and Cassie couldn't hold still. Without even realizing it, at some point he had completely removed her panties, and was rubbing some place that was sending her higher and higher, making her writhe on the bed. "Daddy, I don't understand, oh my god, what are you doing?" He pressed a finger on her pussy and it slowly slid inside her, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Daddy!" "It's okay baby, just relax. Daddy's going to take care of you." She needed something, but she didn't know what. She felt like the world would collapse if it didn't stop, but she never wanted it to end. Higher and higher he took her, still rubbing that special place with his thumb while another finger slowly moved in and out of her. "Daddy! Don't stop don't stop oh god what's happening, I don't know what to do!" "Just feel it," he crooned, "Feel how good Daddy's making you feel." Letting out a shriek, she arched up hard, her hips coming off the bed, and pussy clamping down on his finger as everything broke apart in the most amazing feeling of her life. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body, making her eyes tear up, and her body spasm. Surfing on the waves of pleasure, she finally came back down, opening her eyes and looking down to where her father sat, his fingers still gently stroking her. Smiling shyly, she whispered, "What was that?" He laughed and gave her pussy a last little pat before leaning in and kissing her softly. "That, my dear, was your first orgasm. But definitely not your last. Happy birthday, little girl." ***** Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at erotica, and I wrote it fairly quickly, just to see if I could, so please forgive any grammar errors or typos I may have missed. Thank you for reading! From Bible to Bedroom Ch. 02 Author's Notes: Thanks for all the feedback on the first part of this story! I can't promise I'll keep writing, but I can definitely promise to keep trying. Thank you for reading! ***** Cassie's eyes flew open and she sat up straight in bed, staring ahead of her, feeling her entire body flushing as she remembered everything that had happened before she'd dozed off... In her father's bed. Jerking her head, she looked around the room, somewhat relieved not to see him. She needed a moment to herself to process. Everything that had happened had seemed so wrong... But her father followed the church practically to the letter, so she knew that if he said it was the way it was supposed to be, then it was God's will. And she couldn't deny that she had loved everything that he had done, even if it had been wrong. All those things... My goodness. She'd had no idea her body could even feel that amazing. She wanted more. She laid back down, blushing a little when she realized she was naked from the waist down, but making no move to rectify it. She knew she should get back up and start the chores that she had neglected, but she just couldn't bring herself to move quite yet, even though, she noted with a glance at the clock, it was well past noon. Sighing a little, she closed her eyes again and thought about what had happened, feeling her pussy starting to tingle again just from the memories. A little giggle escaped her lips at the thought of the new word she had learned. Even just thinking it made her feel naughty! Hearing a noise from the door, she turned her head and saw her father standing there, leaning against the frame and watching her. Smiling shyly, she quietly said, "Hi, Daddy." "Hello there, princess. Did you have a good nap?" She nodded, making no move to sit up. He came over to the bed and sat down next to her, reaching out and smoothing his hand over her bare leg. "Are you ready for your next lesson, baby?" "Oh... Yes, Daddy. What will you teach me this time?" He smiled, still stroking her smooth skin. "I thought I'd let you choose between a few options, Cassie. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes please." He slid his index finger slowly up her thigh, toward her rapidly dampening pussy. "I want you to understand a few things first, okay? While I'm teaching you, I will allow certain things, but there will come a time when that will no longer be the case. For instance, my giving you a choice is entirely because you're learning. Once I declare it so, you will have no choice in following my instructions, or in what we do. You will follow my word, and you will enjoy doing so. You are mine and mine alone, and I will dictate your actions in all ways, but most importantly, in this room. And if you do not, you will be punished. How severely will reflect how severe your transgression is. Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl." Feeling a warm glow at his words, she smiled up at him. "I like when you call me that, Daddy." "You've always been a good girl for me, Cassie. I don't doubt you will continue to do so." Nodding proudly, she let out a surprised little moan when his index finger grazed her wet pussy. He laughed softly and said, "Are you ready for your choices?" She could only make a noise of consent as her brain tried to focus on his words, but was unable to get past what his finger was doing to her. "Your first choice is to have me teach you more about your pleasure. I'll make you come again, Cassie. Make you come so hard you can barely see, barely speak, all you'll be able to do is scream and shake from the pleasure of it all. "Or... I can teach you how to pleasure me. You can see what it's like to make your Daddy come." He took his finger away from her, removing the silky torment, and letting her catch her breath and think about it. "Daddy... I do have one question." "Yes, baby?" "When you say 'come,' is that the same thing as an orgasm? I'm assuming it is, but since I've never heard that word used before like that, I want to be sure." He laughed again, "Sorry, baby. I forgot. Yes, it is." She nodded, pursing her lips, "I want to learn how to make you come, Daddy." He reached out, pinching one of her nipples and making her squeak, "You're going to make such a perfect little whore for me, Cassie. You're already learning how to make me happy." She stared at him in shock. The only time she had ever heard the word "whore" had been in church, when their pastor had been screaming about the jezebels that walked the earth, the whores of babylon, destroying men with their wicked ways. She couldn't imagine how on earth her daddy calling her such a thing was okay, and she was not only shocked, but feeling rather hurt and a little angry. "Daddy! How can you call me that? You know I only do the right things, and you said yourself that I'm a good girl!" His brow furrowed, "Cassie, I told you that in this room, no words were off limits. And both inside and outside of this room, no words are off limits for me. I am your lord and master, and you do not ever question me." His voice had raised to a thunder by the time he finished, and he looked angrier than she had ever seen him. Feeling small and miserable, she nodded, casting her eyes down. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I know better than to question you." Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry as he reached out and flipped her over onto her stomach, then grabbed her hips and pulled her up so that her naked bottom was sticking up in the air. A loud crack went through the room as his hand connected with her bottom, making her cry out in pain. "This time, you only get that once. If you ever do it again, I assure you, it will be more. Do you understand?" Biting back tears, she nodded her head. "Yes, Sir." "Good. You may lay back down, but first, take off your shirt. Then I want you on your back, with your legs spread." She did as he told, feeling completely exposed, but still strangely excited. Her father watched her impassively, his eyes traveling the length of her naked body. "Does your ass hurt, Cassie?" "A little, Daddy." He raised an eyebrow, "Is that a word you knew already?" "Yes, Daddy, but I've never used it. I heard one of the kids at church using it once." "You may use it in this room." "Thank you, Daddy." He nodded and stood up, beginning to undress. First, he removed his simple white t-shirt, then he unfastened his jeans and pulled the zipper down. "Not today, Cassie, but soon... I'm going to fuck you. Do you know what that means?" She shook her head, biting her lip and watching as he pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of him, her eyes glued to his shorts, desperately excited to see what lay underneath. "It means that I'll be inside you. That I'll make you a woman. I'll make you my woman." Letting out a stuttering breath, she whispered, "But not today?" "No," he said, and then pushed his shorts down, revealing himself to her fully for the first time in her life. "Not today." Her eyes felt huge. She couldn't stop staring. "Daddy... That can't possibly go inside me!" Then, realizing she was questioning him, she fumbled over herself, trying to apologize. He interrupted her, laughing. "Technical questions are fine, Cassie. And trust me, little girl, not only will this go inside me, after a while, you'll be begging for it. And I just know you're going to beg so very well." She swallowed and tore her eyes from it, looking up at him. "What's it called, Daddy?" "The technical term is penis. Some people like to use the word 'dick.' I prefer the word, 'cock.'" "May I touch it?" "Yes, Cassie." He walked close to the bed before climbing on it, sitting down. Reaching out, she ran her finger down the length of it, then closed her hand around it. Jumping in shock, she removed her hand quickly, "It's getting bigger!" He let out a breath, "Put your hand back. Get it as big as you can." Slowly, she reached back out and wrapped her hand around it again, watching his face. "Squeeze, Cassie" She gave a little squeeze, which caused him to make a noise, sort of a laugh mixed with a groan. "Harder, baby." She did so, and was rewarded when he grew even bigger in her hand. Tentatively, she slid her hand up and down, watching it get bigger and bigger. Her father's voice sounded rough when he said, "You need to get it wet." Looking up at him, she bit her lip before asking, in a shaking voice, "How?" "You decide," he said, after a long pause. She thought for a moment, then leaned in, spitting down on it. "Like that, Daddy?" He nodded, "That was a good start. Keep moving your hand, baby. Keep it tight, and don't let it get dry. You're making Daddy feel so good." Feeling encouraged, she began moving her hand again, tight like he asked, spitting every few seconds, until it was dripping and her hand was moving faster and faster. Her father's breath was coming quickly now, and he was muttering things about what a good girl she was, and how good it felt, and how badly he wanted to fuck her. Her own pussy was soaking and she could barely stand it, desperately wanting him to touch her down there again, but concentrating on him. Suddenly she was overtaken with the impulse to taste him, and even though she knew she should probably ask permission, she didn't. She simply leaned in, and took the tip of his cock in between her lips and pressed her tongue against his skin. He let out a loud, shocked moan and grabbed her hair, forcing his thick cock deep between her lips. She gagged as he went into her throat and reached out, taking hold of his hips and holding on, feeling her nails digging into his skin as her father thrust in and out of her mouth, faster and faster. All she could do was hold on, gagging constantly, desperately needing air, her eyes watering. Suddenly he cried out and her mouth was filled with a salty fluid. Choking, she swallowed out of reflex, shuddering a bit as it went down her throat. After he finally pulled out of her mouth, he stared at her and reached out, wiping the corner of her mouth with his thumb. "Cassie... My God. Are you alright? I wasn't expecting that and I lost control. I'm sorry." Feeling embarrassed, she just nodded and looked down at the bedspread. "I'm sorry, Daddy." "Oh, Cassie. Don't be sorry for that. That was you being the best girl in the whole world. You made your Daddy feel so good that he lost control. Do you know how rare that is?" She shook her head and looked up at him, "So I was okay?" He laughed and pushed her down on the bed, "You were so good that I'm going to teach you something else. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, Daddy!" "Good. I think it's time you learned how to make yourself come." Cassie gasped. "I can do that?" "Not only can you, but you will. There will be times when I'll want to watch you do it. Starting now. Spread those legs, girl. I want to see that cunt of yours." Cassie flushed again, spread her legs, and looked up at her Daddy. "Look at that wet little pussy. Who owns that pussy, Cassie?" "You do, Daddy." "Good girl. Remember where I touched you earlier? I want you to put your finger right there." Cassie slowly lowered her hand and did as she was told, her hips arching up as the tingles went crazy. "Press harder, and rub." She began rubbing, her fingers getting slick from the juices she was spreading all over. "Faster, Cassie. Take your other hand and push a finger inside yourself." Shaking a little, she pushed her index finger into her wet hole and let out a cry. "Now fuck yourself, Cassie. Pretend it's me. Tell me who owns you while you do it." "You do. You own me, Daddy. Oh my god, Daddy, it feels so good. I need you, please. Touch me, oh god, Daddy, please!" "That's right, whore. Beg for it!" She let out a scream and her father reached out, grabbing one of her breasts and twisting the nipple hard. Everything was too much. "Daddy!" "Harder, Cassie. Put another finger in there and do it harder!" She shoved another finger in and screamed again, it was too much, it hurt and she couldn't take it, but it was also the best thing she'd ever felt and she was obviously dying. No one could survive this kind of thing. "Daddy, I can't, it's too much, I need it to stop!" "You will not stop until I tell you. You keep fucking yourself, you little slut. Do it. Make yourself come for your Daddy. Right now." She let out a long moan of pain and pleasure and pumped her fingers in and out, her other finger rubbing that spot above it frantically as his words echoed through the room." "Come for me, you whore." At his words, the world collapsed and the waves of pleasure rocked through her body, making her scream so loud the next house over could probably hear. She didn't pass out, but she thought it was a near thing. She certainly fell asleep for a moment. When she came back to herself, her father had her wrapped in his arms, and he was gently stroking her pussy, crooning softly in her ear. "You are such a good girl, Cassie. Such a good little whore." Smiling, she pressed her face into his chest. "Am I ready for my next lesson, Daddy?" He laughed softly and kissed the top of her head. "All in good time, baby. All in good time." From Bible to Bedroom Ch. 03 Author's Notes: Once again, thank you for all the great feedback! ***** Cassie bent down, reaching further across the slick tile floor to reach the corner, the water dripping off the scrub brush. Humming quietly to herself, she attacked the dirt as though it were trying to hurt her, wanting it gone as quickly as possible. Concentrating on her chores these days was a bit harder than it used to be. All she could ever think about was her daddy, and all the things they had done together, and what they might do when he got home from work. Finishing the floor, she stood, pressing her hands into her back and stretching. Leaning over the stove, she checked on the stew she'd put on to cook several hours ago, and then glanced at the clock. Feeling a spark of excitement when she realized her father would be home soon, she quickly began preparing the biscuits they'd have with the stew. She wanted dinner to be on the table as soon as her daddy got home, so that they'd be able to return to her studies as soon as possible. Studying had very quickly become her favorite part of the day. Her father hadn't taught her anything new in the past few days and had only let them do the things she'd already learned. But she was getting better and better at pleasing him. Last night he had yelled so loud when he came in her mouth that she thought the neighbors might have heard him! She bit her lip when she heard the door open and tweaked her nipples hard, so that they'd press against her t-shirt. She'd noticed he seemed to really like when he could see them under her clothes and she always made an effort to please her daddy. She was just pulling the biscuits out of the oven when he entered the room. "Hey baby... Dinner smells delicious." She smiled at him when he reached around her to give her ass a little pat, and replied, "Your favorite stew, daddy... You ready for dinner?" He nodded, looking distracted for a moment as his eyes spotted her hard little nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Reaching out, he pressed a finger to one of them and looked up into her eyes, "Is my whore turned on already?" Staring at him for a moment, she bit down on her lip. She wasn't used to this kind of thing in the kitchen, but she thought she liked it... All she had thought about all day was him touching her, after all. "Yes, daddy... I've been thinking about all the things we've been doing and I just can't help it." He laughed softly and rubbed her nipple, then pinched it hard. Leaning in, he whispered, "I want dinner... And then I want your cunt." Breathless, Cassie nodded and reached for the plates. Dinner was an efficient affair. Very little talking, mostly eating, and then a quick clean up. Neither of them were in the mood to linger over something as boring as stew, when there were lessons to learn and be taught. As soon as the last dish was put away, Cassie's father grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs and into his bedroom, shoving her down on the bed. He looked her up and down, then cleared his throat. "Cassie," he began, "Do you think you're ready to learn something new?" She nodded her head eagerly, "Oh yes, Daddy." He smiled, "Good Girl. Help your daddy undress." She stood and helped him remove his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and then unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down, setting them aside neatly after he stepped out of them. Looking at his thick cock, she looked up at him. "May I touch it, Daddy?" "Yes, baby... Wrap your hand around it." She did so, giving it a firm squeeze and then sliding her hand slowly up and down. "What are you going to teach me tonight, daddy?" "I'm going to teach you how to take my cock, little girl." She jolted, and then stared at him in shock. He just smiled and removed her hand from his cock, then began undressing her. "First," he said, "I'm going to give you a gift. And then, after your gift, I'm going to push my cock deep inside that tight little cunt of yours, and make you mine. Do you understand?" Shaking a little, she managed a nod. "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl... Now that I've got you naked, lay on the bed, legs spread." She laid down, nervous and a little scared, as she spread her legs wide open the way he liked. He smiled in approval and got on the bed with her, laying down between her legs and looking up her body. "Close your eyes, Cassie." She did as she was told, and then they flew open in shock as she felt something warm and wet touching her pussy. Her father had his mouth down there! Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, and her father lifted his head and looked at her. In a stern voice, he commanded, "Close your eyes. Don't make me say it again." She let her had fall back on the pillow and screwed her eyes shut, knowing that if she disobeyed again there would be hell to pay. She moaned as her father's tongue returned to her cunt, and began slowly licking across her clit. Unable to hold still, she writhed a little, trying to keep it together, to keep her eyes closed, but unable to keep quiet. Everything he was doing felt so good... She didn't know what to do. She wanted to beg for more, beg for something, when she felt his finger slide deep inside her. "Oh, daddy!" He stopped the amazing pleasure just long enough to whisper, "That's my little whore... Keep making those noises. I want you to come in daddy's mouth." She slid her hands into his hair and began screaming and pulling as she got closer and closer, her hips arching, her body shaking, nonsense words spilling out of her mouth, "Holy fuck, daddy daddy daddy, don't stop you're gonna make me come, oh please, let me oh god, please daddy!" He started fucking her harder with his fingers, his tongue pressing hard on her clit, and stars came into her eyes as she began coming, screaming and shaking and losing control of everything. When she came back to herself, her father was stroking her stomach and whispered, "You can open your eyes now." She did, looking down at him. "That was wonderful, daddy... Thank you." He laughed softly and said, "Don't thank me yet... That was just to prepare you for what comes next. I need you soft and relaxed." She nodded. "What do you want me to do, daddy?" He sat up, then crawled over her, his thick cock hard and pulsing; the head looked slick and wet. "Stay just as you are, Cassie. I'll tell you as we go. This will hurt some, I know, but not always. Soon you'll crave it... Soon you'll beg for it." He pressed the head of his cock against her wet opening and whispered, "brace yourself, baby." and began slowly pushing into her. She cried out in pain as he invaded her, grabbing hold of the bedspread and squeezing tight. "Just relax, honey," he said, through clenched teeth as he pushed in, inch by agonizing inch, "I know it hurts now, but I promise it won't forever. We're almost there." Tears spilled out on her cheeks as he pushed that final inch and then held still. The only sounds in the room were their breaths, his ragged and hers a little desperate as her body tried to adjust to him. Looking up at him, she whispered, "Is that it, daddy?" He laughed hoarsely and managed, "No, Cassie... I want to move... I need to move. But not until you tell me it's okay. This time." Taking a deep breath, she nodded. The pain had subsided a little. Not entirely, but enough to make it more bearable. Finally, she stammered out, "G-Go ahead." And her daddy went insane. Thrusting hard and fast, in and out of her cunt, making her scream. The friction was intense and unbearable, but she kept telling herself how she was pleasing her daddy, and that made it okay. He was grunting hard, making noises and words were flying from his mouth about what a good whore she was, and how tight her little cunt was, and how much he loved her, and it was starting to feel a little better. "Cassie! Wrap your legs around my waist, you filthy little whore!" She did so, arching her body up and he howled in pleasure and thrust even harder. "That's it, my god, you're a better whore than I ever could have imagined. I'm never letting you go. Your pussy was made for me. Fuck giving you over to some husband who won't know what to do for you. I own this fucking cunt of yours, and I'm making it mine right now. Do you understand?" "Yes, daddy! It's yours, and I'm yours!" He father let out a long groan and thrust hard, one last time, and suddenly she felt him flooding her pussy with his semen. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. "Oh God, Cassie. That was amazing." She kisses his temple and whispered, "I was okay, daddy?" "You were the best, baby. You're such a good girl... Such a good whore." Beaming, she buried her head in his shoulder. "What's next, daddy?" He laughed. "We'll see," he replied. "After you learn to take my cock without any pain." She nodded. "Well," she said after a pause, "then I think we'd better start practicing as soon as possible!" He looked at her in surprise for a moment, and then started laughing. "Goddamn, Cassie. God sent me the best damn whore in the world when he gave me you for a daughter." He patted her slick pussy with his hand, pulled her close, and they fell asleep together, knowing that their next lesson would have to wait.