Sensual Sins - [Scribe_m x Familia]

[Familia]

Sensual Sins
Daughter x Father​

I was a Christian. A deeply religious Christian. At least, that's what my father taught me to be. I went to church every Sunday. I sang in the choir. I attended a fully Christian school taught my only nuns and priests where I was surrounded by only Christian teenagers. Yet somehow... some how, I had these burning desires deep in me. Desires that I couldn't control any longer. Every time I was around a man, any man, I would grow incredibly hot. I started to wet my panties daily with excitement, but I couldn't stop or force my thoughts away. Every night I prayed for the demonic thoughts to escape me, but they never did. Tonight was the last I could handle. I gave in the the sex monsters in my mind.

My body grew more and more hot the thought of a touch, or sex. But I was always taught that even the act of self-pleasure and masturbation was a brutal sin and should put anyone to shame. I was ashamed, but at this moment, I didn't care. My hand walked down my slender stomach to the meet the edge of my of my panties. I was nothing but a pair of white lacy panties, not even a bra. I underneath my covers, but I pulled them down to my ankles because they were too hot. The door was closed, or so I thought, and it was late at night. Thinking the house was asleep, I could easily get away with touching myself. My fingers quickly crept into my panties to feel the hot flesh of my woman hood. Beginning to molest my clitoris, my mouth widened and my stomach lifted as my back arched. A light, soft moan escaped my innocent lips as I deepened the intensity of my fingers. Legs wide apart and breasts plump with erect nipples, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure wash over me. I just hoped I could contain myself.

 

[scribe_m]

Sensual Sins
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My wife was dead to me, she had been taken by the priest who led our church. Every Wednesday evening, during choir, I thought she had been planning church activities with the pastor. Instead, I found out she was fucking him. I was clutching the cross within my hands, as I desperately hoped she would come back, my beautiful wife, my one and only angel. That was many years ago, or so it seemed, as I resolved to get over my horrible grief and anger. But another angel appeared, my beautiful lovely daughter. She had the same features of my wife, her blond hair, her beautiful blue eyes. The way she looked at me, telling her needs, wants, with but a glance. And needs. Yes, she had them. Deep wanton desires testing our spirituality and faith. I would be a liar if I said her wants and needs didn't cause us problems, thought I did my best to fulfill them. But unfulfilled I was these many years, my own yearnings slowly consuming me, just as my beautiful daughter was slowly becoming my wife, in her eternal beauty, god rest her soul.

It was a hot summer's night, and I could not sleep. I wandered down the hall to sleep downstairs, on the uncomfortable couch. But I heard something in my daughter's bedroom. My beautiful daughter's bedroom. The door was ajar, the moonlight streaming into her room. Onto her bed. Onto her body. I saw her, her hands slowly moving back and forth, down her body. I could just make out her breasts, her wonderfully, perfectly formed breasts. Her delicate hands were playing with herself, seeking the forbidden fruit only a woman possessed. My own self was hard, guilt and lust overtaking me, as I found my hand touching myself, slowly stroking the outside of myself through my pajamas. I had these horrible desires within me, needing release, needing to feel the soft tight wetness of my wife around me.

I needed to watch her. I needed to watch my beautiful young angel touch herself, play with herself. I knew I should have intervened and tell her, tell her how wrong it was to seek pleasure. To seek climax, to feel a man's hardness within her, deep, deep within her. I would tell her of these sins, again, tonight.

But I also wanted to watch her cum. To climax. To arch her back as her fingers touch her dirty little clitty. I began stroking my cock again.

 

[Familia]

Many things had happened over the past year. I had grown sexually mature; my breasts most developing... But I had also had several advances from different boys... and even a man. Several guys had asked me out, but I didn't believe I liked any of them so I said no, clearly. One of them, though... one of them tried to force their way. Luckily, I pushed him off and he laughed and walked away, called me a 'prude'. I didn't want to be prude, I was just trying to be Holy. The pastor, though, he was not so nice when I rejected him. He tried to touch me, but I put Holy water in his face, and he blamed a demon that possessed him. So, was a demon possessing me? Were these feelings so monstrous that they deserved the title of evil?

None of that matter as I touched myself. My warm fingers softly stroking my little clit faster and faster, but then slower and slower as I tried to control myself. But there was no control. None of it at all. I felt my body filling with tension and ecstasy as I continuously caressed my womanly flesh. “Oh yes...” I moaned so softly, “Oh god...” I spoke the words, in vain of sex, but I couldn't help myself. My eyes were closed but my mind was open and filled with dirty thoughts. Thoughts of one person, though. The one person, the one man, that brought me to believe this was so bad. My own father. “Oh, mmm...” My back arched a little higher, then a little higher as waves of pleasure surged through me. “Daddy...” I muttered in my quiet voice. My fingers stroked my lower lips, scooping the moist fluid that secreted from my area. “I'm so wet for you...” I whispered, almost as if directly talking to you, despite not knowing that you are peeping from my door.

Suddenly, my heart started to race, faster and faster as I touched myself more and more. I felt a strange unknown feeling come over my entire body. And suddenly, it struck me like a beautiful slap in the face. My orgasm title-waved over me like a tsunami. I let out one big moan, “Daddy!” My stomach almost completely in the arm as I squirmed with the feeling of the big O.

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[scribe_m]

I couldn't help it. My cock was thick, hard, demanding. Thoughts of my daughter -- no, my wife -- raced through my head. I could just imagine my wife stroking my cock with her hand, spitting on it, hardening it even further. Then putting her lips on it... tongue... sliding down the sensitive part of my shaft, swallowing my cock down her throat. Her deep... deep throat. I let out a low moan as I touched it, my hard stiff cock wanting to feel that moist wetness of her delicious wanton mouth. I remembered how her lips would then release my cock, and she would look at me, smiling, her saliva that was around my prick now wetly coating her lips. The funny part was that she would only do this once a week, after returning from Church, after choir night. I put the thought out of my mind as my daughter let out another moan. Oh, god, my wife. What would she think of me now? What would she think of me, standing just outside my daughter's room, jacking off to her quiet moans as she touched herself, played with herself, fucked her self? My mind raced... fucking... oh, how my dear wife loved to fuck. Oh, god, how she rode me, slamming her hot slit on top of my hard fucktool, ramming against me. How I held her hips as she demanded more, more fucking, more cock. How she kneeled on all fours on the bedsheets as I slammed my hard meat into her tight wonderful pussy. God, I wanted to come, I wanted to come so badly.

And then I heard her. "Daddy..." she said. She did not say it like the innocent little girl I held in my arm so many years ago. She did not say it like the petulant child wanting a toy for Christmas. She did not say it like the young teenager resisting her curfew. No. She said it like my wife. My wife who wanted to be fucked so hard by my cock once a week. My wife who moaned as I fucked her with my cock. My wife who looked just like my daughter.

I waited awhile, just outside her door. I waited until her breath was still, herself asleep. I opened it, to see my daughter. I could just make the outside of her body, a silhoutte in the moonlight. I slowly walked towards her bed, just like I did when she was a child. A delicate little angel. But when I sat on the bed next to her, I saw something else. A beautiful young woman who oh so reminded me of my wife. I touched her hair, longingly wishing to feel it against my cheeks as I kissed her. I slowly moved my fingertips along her face, brushing gently. I then traced her neck, gazing upon the smooth flesh and contours of her body. I finally realized she was undressed, only clothed in her panties. I then gently touched her chest, her bosom unfamiliar to me, yet now so wonderfully profound. What did she think when she was growing older? I touched them, her soft yet firm breasts, contrasting to my hard unyielding cock. I was doing the unthinkable. I was going to burn in hell.

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