Finally, I stopped with my hand cupping her warm pubic mound. My middle finger lay along my cock, and I could feel its hard wet length still sliding slowly in and out of her cunt. I rubbed my finger around, getting it fully covered in lubricious juices, then brought it back to her clitoris. I circled it slowly, not quite touching it, but always closing in. Finally I reached it and pressed it gently like a button. She squirmed and gasped, but then reached down and slid my hand to the side.
"Not there," she murmured. "Not yet. It's too soon."
"Okay," I agreed. "What would you like now, then?"
"Tell me another bedtime story. I really liked that one."
"I already did. Tell me one of yours."
"Oh. What should I tell you?"
"The first one?"
"No. That wasn't very good. We were both terribly nervous and I had a gearshift in my back."
"Well, tell me the best time then."
"This one. Oh, definitely this one."
"Thank you, dear. You're sweet. Well, the next best then."
"Okay." She thought for a minute. "Gee, this is kind of embarrassing. It's a bit kinky."
"Now you know how I felt. You think this time isn't kinky? But go ahead."
"Well, okay. Remember Bobby?"
"Bobby Wilson?"
"Oh, Daddy, that was in fourth grade. I mean Bobby Estevan."
I stopped pumping into her.
"That kid in your Catholic Youth Fellowship group?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"That doofus? He got his greasy paws on you?"
"Daddy! He was nice. And don't you dare be jealous. You're getting your greasy paws on me too, remember. And if you don't start moving again I'm not going to tell you."
"But he... Oh, never mind." I resumed stroking. "So what did you and the precocious Bobby do?"
She giggled. "Well, we used to neck in his car behind the church each week after the meetings."
"At the church? And to think I was afraid you were going to get religion in that group."
"I never cared about that stuff. I just liked Bobby."
"So that's why you suddenly wanted to join the Youth Fellowship after not going to church for ten years."
"Sure. I just wanted a chance to get Bobby alone."
"You women are so devious. So what did you do? Do it in the parking lot?"
"No." She paused. "In the church."
"What?!" I was so shocked I pulled back and my cock popped out of her. Both of us scrambled to put it back.
"Fall-out: the fastest four-handed game ever invented," I said.
She giggled. "I thought that's what they called dropping out."
I resumed my slow stroking. "Now about this church."
"Maybe I shouldn't have told you," she said.
"No. No, it's okay. I was shocked is all."
"Shocked I would do it in a church?"
"Well, not that exactly," I considered. "Shocked you'd take a chance like that."
"It was safe enough. They weren't having services or anything. Bobby always locked up after the meetings so he had the keys to the sanctuary. One night we were messing around in his little car. He was feeling me up and stuff and we were really turned on, but it was so damned uncomfortable and difficult. It was drizzling and cold, so we couldn't go outside. Here, hold my boob again." She placed my hand on her breast and I held it cupped warm and soft in my hand.
"So whose suggestion was it?" I went on after a minute. "The church, I mean."
She giggled again. "Mine. Poor Bobby was scared. He was into that church stuff then. I think he was afraid God would blast us with lightning or something."
"But you talked him into it?"
She chuckled. "A girl can talk a man into anything when she wants to get laid."
"I concede the point. But in church?"
"Well, at first we were just going to do it on a pew. We got our clothes off and started messing around. But when we really got into it -- those pews are so hard and narrow."
"They make them like that to keep you awake through the sermon."
"Well, we fell off the damn thing and nearly broke that little kneeling bench, you know. I forget what they call them."
"Whatever."
"So I said, 'Hey why don't we do it up in the front?'"
"You always were an up-front sort of person."
"Daddee!" she complained, slapping my hand as it stroked her belly. "I'm just getting to the good part. Bobby was reluctant at first, but I just walked up to the front, through the little gate."
"Bare-assed?"
She snickered. "Of course. Bobby wasn't sure about the idea, but when I stood up there stark naked and held out my arms to him, he changed his mind pretty fast."
"I can imagine. You're very persuasive when you're naked. Was it dark?"
"Well, the lights were out of course, but there was plenty of streetlight coming in through the big stained glass windows. Plenty to see by. I remember watching Bobby coming down the aisle toward me. His penis was waving around in front of him, curving up, sort of, toward his belly."
"Ah, youth."
"And I thought he looked a little like a priest swinging his censor."
"But this was uncensored, I take it?"
She giggled. "Oh, Daddy. Did someone tell you bad puns were sexy or something?"
"Sorry. Go on."
"Here, do this some more. No, like this. Mmm, yes, just like that. Where was I?"
"In church."
"Right, it made me think of a ceremony. So we pretended we were having a mass."
"Only naked on the carpet."
"Not on the carpet. On the altar."
"What? Right up on top of it?"
"Yeah. We took the candles and stuff off and folded up the altar cloth real nice. Bobby insisted on that. Wouldn't do to get it all sticky, I guess. Then I climbed up on top of the altar. And we did it."
I imagined her naked, sprawled on top of an altar in a darkened church, and I felt my cock rise to new heights. She must have felt it.
"Oooh, you liked that, did you?"
"Yeah, that's a good one," I said, grinding my hips against her.
"Wait, that's not all."
"What else could there be?"
"Like I said, we had a mass. Only I was the sacrament."
"You? How?"
"I'll show you," she said, and she pulled away from me and sat up on the bed. I gasped at the sudden withdrawal and lay looking at her in surprise. She went on as if nothing had happened.
"See, I was lying on the altar, like this." She slid over to the edge of the bed and swung her legs off the end. Then she lay back on her elbows, which caused her breasts to be thrust forward most provokingly. I crawled over to her and lowered my head to kiss them.
"No. Not like that. Now you're Bobby. You get off the bed and stand down here, by my feet. Reluctantly I got up and stood there, admiring her beauty. She looked up at me with the strangest look in her eye. "Now get the picture: here I am like this, only it's on polished wood -- cold, hard, shiny. There are these faint bars of colored light from the stained glass across both of us: dusty rose and pale blue and this beautiful deep purple. I look up, and there's Jesus hanging on the cross, right over my head, looking down right at me, but not blaming me or critical or anything, just looking. And I... well, it turns me on. I know, I know, but it did. I like to have people look at me. And I kind of imagine that the whole church is full of people: every pew, the choir loft, the balcony, people standing in the back, like on Easter Sunday. Everybody's all dressed up and the candles are lit and everything. Only they're all there just to watch me. Oh, God," she sighed, and her whole body trembled. "This is the part I fantasize about when I masturbate."
"Then I offered Bobby the host," she said, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was still open, the lips parted, the hair wet. Although the room was dim, the light from the window fell full upon it, setting glistening diamonds in the moisture along one inner lip. I stared in wonder and desire.
"This is my body," she whispered, so low I could barely catch the words. "Eat of it."
I needed no further urging. I fell on my knees, slid my arms under her widespread thighs, and lowered my face into her pussy. I pressed my nose deep into it, inhaling to breathe her womanly scent, and rooted into it with my whole face like a hog. She gasped and raised her hips against my face, and I slid my hands under her to squeeze the cheeks of her ass in each hand.
After a few minutes I pulled back and started lapping her with my tongue flattened out against her, making sure that the tip of my nose rubbed across her clitoris with each stroke. I sucked each of her lips deep into my mouth and caressed them with my lips and tongue. I pressed my mouth between them, placing a deep loving kiss right on the opening of her vagina, then thrusting my tongue in as far as I could. I felt her hands twine in my hair, pulling my face even harder against her.
How long we went on like that I have no idea; I lost all track of time and place. I could see nothing and hear nothing, for she had wrapped her legs tightly around my head. I was lost in a paradise of warm wet slippery folds and I wanted to stay there forever. If I could have climbed headfirst inside her, I'm sure I would have. Perhaps some of the feeling of drifting detachment was simply lack of air, for only rarely did I pull back and take another snort of air.
In the end it was she that stopped me. She opened her thighs and released my head, then when I didn't stop at once, she pulled me up by the ears. I grinned up at her, my face wet to the hairline. She looked down between her breasts at me, and her face was a picture of pure womanly desire. Her eyes were half-closed under heavy lids. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted and swollen. Her tongue was out, licking her lips sensuously. Her hair was wild and loose and I realized she must have been tossing her head around.
"Enough of the goddamned foreplay," she whispered hoarsely. "Fuck me."
She pushed herself back up on the bed and lay back, her breasts separating as she did so. They rose and fell as she breathed heavily in deep, open-mouthed gasps. I pulled myself up onto the bed and knelt between her legs. Then I leaned over her, resting on my hands. I raised myself in a push-up, straight as a board. Slowly, as slowly as I could, I lowered myself over her.
My cock brushed her wet and matted hair, and in a flash her hands went down to guide it between her lips. Then she stretched her arms straight out to the sides and opened her legs as wide as they would go. The only point of contact between us was the very head of my cock nestled just within her folds. She lay like that; naked and spread-eagled, looking up at me silently, ready, waiting to be filled.
Our eyes locked and held each other, staring silently but full of all the meaning in the world. Then I gradually lowered myself, letting my weight drive my cock up into her.
As I slid into her, her eyes opened wide in surprise and pleasure. "Ooh, Jesus," she sighed, closing them and wriggling in happiness. I continued to lower myself as slowly as I could, entering her in one long slow uninterrupted stroke. Straining, I lifted myself again. Up, down, two times, three, four, still without touching. At last my trembling arms couldn't take it any more and I lowered my full weight onto her, mashing her breasts against my chest and slamming our pubic bones together.
Her eyes flew open again. "Oh, my God, Daddy. Oh, my God, fuck me. Fuck me now."
I couldn't have done anything else if I'd wanted to. I slammed into her more and more quickly. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed them, bringing them up to my mouth. We kissed and licked and bit and groaned, never stopping our ramming together. I held her feet apart with my own and grasped her wrists, stretching her arms wider as if she were tied down. At some point we rolled over and she squatted on top of me, bouncing up and down on my pole like a pogo stick.
We were still in that position, with me looking up at her as she rammed herself down harder and harder, her head thrown back, her hair and breasts bouncing around wildly, when I started to come. My whole body jerked like a gaffed fish, nearly unseating her as I pumped gush after gush of hot come into her. I was only dimly aware of her rocking her hips back and forth quickly, bringing herself off a few seconds later. Then she collapsed across me, both of us so streaming with sweat that she slid off to the side. She curled up in my arms, her face nestled against my neck.
We lay like that, gasping, as we cooled down. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears. "A fine thing," I said, "if I were to be found dead of a heart attack in bed with my daughter."
She mumbled against my neck, sounding half-asleep. "Any man that can do push-ups like that is not going to die of a heart attack."
I laughed. "You inspire me, baby. That was so, so ... wonderful. I feel younger than I have since..." I paused, wondering if I should say it.
"Since Mom left?" she suggested.
"Yeah."
"Good. So do you still think you're all washed up sexually?"
"I do feel washed up. Washed up and wrung out, like a dish rag." I imitated a gunslinger's gravelly voice in a movie we'd both laughed about: "You done for me, girl."
She laughed, and the contraction popped my shriveled cock out of her. That made us both laugh, and soon we were roaring with laughter, with happiness really, rolling around on the bed tickling and giggling like children. And that soon led to more play...
The eastern sky was turning from gray to pink. Crystal sat laughing on a corner of the bed, legs folded, pushing her wet hair back from her face, unconscious of her incredible beauty. I looked at her in wonder, my smile fading. She saw my serious look.
"Are you sorry?"
"About this? About us? Not in a million years. Not for all the cereal box tops in Battle Creek."
"I love you, Daddy," she said, her face serious.
I felt tears come to my eyes. "I love you too, Princess. And thank you. I know it doesn't seem possible, but I really had forgotten what it's like, how much fun it can be. I won't forget again. I don't think I'm going to be lonely any more."
"Poor Annie." she said.
"Annie?"
"Annie Sprinkle. How soon you forget."
I chuckled. Tears were running down her cheeks, too. I leaned forward, brushed them away, and kissed her.
"Happy Father's Day, Daddy," she said against my cheek.
Originally published November 2005 - "Taboo!"