My daughter, Chastity, had turned 16, and wow, I had to admit, she was a looker. She had a body much like her mother, but I shouldn’t go into too many details about my own daughter! Suffice it to say, she had beautiful blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure and face that were going to drive the boys wild. Especially her chest which was, no, I should stop there. It’s not right for a father to notice these things.

But, she was the product of a beautiful Christian marriage between me and my wife, who was equally beautiful. My wife and I had been together since we were 16, and she looked like she hadn’t aged a day over 20. I know that’s easy to say, and you might imagine that I’m just being flattering. But, my wife took her health and fitness seriously, and since we got married right after high school and had our daughter right away, Maggie, my wife, at 35 years old, was fit as a fiddle, and was often mistaken for being my daughter or Chastity’s sister! My wife was not only health conscious, she was genetically gifted, with huge breasts that had kept their size and shape. She also had blue eyes and blond hair. I was a very, very lucky man, and I could see it in the eyes of almost every other man I knew!

Although, I have to say, in my community, there were a number of beautiful women. We all went to the same high school, which was actually two schools, one for girls and one for boys. Not all of the girls at our sister school were as gorgeous as my wife, but, it seemed the most dedicated Christians were. I had often wondered if somehow God had seen to reward genuine faith with an outward beauty that let the inward spirit shine through.

The school we went to, St Valentine’s – yes, like the holiday – was a Christian private school, but not all the student body were practicing Christians. It was a very good school and a lot of the student body came from other faiths but enrolled because it had a very good record of sending kids off to good colleges. But, there was a Christian study group led by pastor from the church that was connected to both buildings. We all just called him “The Pastor”, and we still do! He was such a good man, and he was a big part of my spiritual development. I often think that without him, I would have just ended up like so many other boys and men, self abusing and lusting after women and letting impure thoughts ruin my life. He taught me early on the sin of masturbation, and even though it was very very difficult during my teenage years, and I often couldn’t keep my promise, I eventually learned to deny myself and keep my body pure for God.

When I first met him, I was still quite young, and so he seemed quite old to me, though he might have just been in his late twenties. As I got older though, he never seemed to change much. He had brown eyes and a shaved head, so it was always hard to tell exactly how old he was. He was tall, and very fit, which made him very youthful, but he also did have some lines on his face which if anything made him seem a little older and wiser. I think he mentioned some times something about roughly how old he was, but, I suppose it never really mattered to me. He just always seemed to be the slightly older and wiser Pastor! That he often wore the black shirt with the white collar, as pastors do, only made him have that much more authority and trust.

The Pastor led Bible study groups, which is where I met him. My parents had raised me in a fairly strict upbringing, and while many teenagers might rebel against that, I had good grades and the love of my parents and good friends, and I attributed all that success to the upbringing I had and the teachings of the Bible. So I was eager to join when I saw that the school had started a regular after school Bible study group in my junior year.

There was one class for the boys, and one for the girls, and I remember when I first walked in the room, he stood up and walked over to me, and with a big smile, and big bright eyes, he held out and shook my hand like a man. “Hey there, Robert is it?” He had that way about him, that he both commanded and conveyed respect, and it made you feel both confident in his ability to lead and also that he wasn’t looking down on you. He knew my name because we were all required to wear name tags at school.

I shook his hand firmly and said, “Actually, everyone calls me Rob,” I said. “Rob it is then,” he said, and he patted me on the shoulder as I went to sit down in the semi circle of chairs with the other boys. We jumped right into it, and the first thing he talked about was the sin of masturbation. It came up a lot, I guess because it was high school! And I had struggled a lot with it, so I was glad to be getting spiritual guidance.

The Pastor would educate us boys about how to manage the sin of lust and many other things. However, what the Pastor did that I always thought was truly genius was that he often brought the two Bible study groups together, so that the boys and girls could interact and learn how to be respectful to each other. The school also did that over all, keeping us apart when we needed to focus on studying, but giving us dances and sports events where we could mingle, so it was a healthy balance of keeping the genders apart so we didn’t let that dominate our lives, but at the same time not keeping us so apart that there was mystery and misunderstanding. But the Bible study groups were especially good at showing us how to meet similarly minded Christian girls and treat them with love and respect, and find out how to express ourselves by choosing passages from the Bible together and talking about what they mean to each of us.

That was where I met Maggie in my Junior year of high school, when she was 16. It was actually the Pastor who directly introduced us. He introduced many of the boys and girls into pairs, many of which ended up getting married as Maggie and I did! It was like he knew what made couples work!

Her name tag said Margaret, but before I said anything, the Pastor said, “She goes by Maggie. Rob, isn’t she beautiful? Sweet 16!” She blushed a little, but it was true, she was stunning!

I literally was stunned and didn’t know what to say, so Maggie said, “I know, it sounds like an old lady’s name. My parents are kind of old school.” She was so charming, it made me relax.

“No,” I said, “It’s a nice name!” And from there it seemed like we never stopped talking. We would text message each other and sit beside each other at any school function where it was permitted. We didn’t go on dates like a lot of other students did, because we were part of a chastity club that made us promise to remain pure until marriage, and The Pastor said the best way to not be tempted into sin is to not be around it. You can’t eat a cake if it’s not in your fridge, he would wisely say.

Though temptation seemed to come naturally to Maggie. She made her school uniform look amazing. Sometimes it seemed like she was pushing the boundaries of how short she could make her plaid skirt or how tight her white shirt could be, but, as the pastor later explained, women need to explore how it feels to be looked at by men. Nothing tested my resolve to not masturbate more than Maggie! I can’t tell you how many nights I struggled to resist my urges with Maggie on my mind! And I failed the fight against those urges many, many times!

I stuck around after Bible study one time and, as embarrassed as I was, I said, “Pastor, I can’t stop thinking about Maggie all the time! Like, literally ALL the time! And, especially at night when I’m alone in bed, it’s impossible not to touch myself. Surely, it’s not bad to have these feelings for her, but, how do I stop that from becoming self harm?”

“Ah,” he said, “are you in love Maggie?”

“I think so,” I said, quietly.

“That’s good. You should allow yourself to let that love flourish. I think Maggie might feel similar, she’s said things to me as well.” I was excited to know what she might have said, and he could tell, but he put his hand on my shoulder to keep me focused on the problem at hand. “Listen, it’s not easy for a man to not touch himself, especially when you’ve got a blossoming relationship with a truly rare beauty like Maggie. She is extremely attractive, the kind of girl all men want. So naturally you’ll feel something. Just keep trying your best, and, I tell you what, if you feel like you really can’t help it, you can text me and I’ll help you through it. We can even talk on the phone if need be.” I was ashamed of my problem, but also so grateful to have the support of someone like The Pastor.

I did actually text him sometimes, and then once in a while he’d tell me to phone. I’d text and say, “Pastor, I can’t stop thinking of Maggie!”

Then he’d phone me back and say, “Alright, Rob, tell me what you’re thinking about right now.”

I said, “I’m thinking about Maggie.”

He said, “I know you’re thinking about Maggie, but you need to be specific. The thoughts will own you if you’re afraid of them, so speak them out loud. You’re thinking of her body, aren’t you?”

I hesitated, because it was so shameful, but I said, “Yes, I’m thinking of her body.”

The Pastor said, “More specific! What about her body? Which part?” It was strange, he actually sounded kind of angry, but not really angry, just really intense.

“Her, her, her,” I stammered, trying to get it out, “her, breasts. Her breasts. Their so big, I can’t not stare at them when I’m with her. And I think about them, and what they must feel like, and what they look like if she took off her shirt.”

“Good! Good! Keep going Rob! Tell me what you would do with them? Be specific! Don’t be afraid to tell the truth, you must always tell the whole truth,” The Pastor said.

“I, I, I, I want to put my face in between them and rub them all over my face,” I said. I noticed that I was so hard, I wasn’t sure how this was helping.

“Just your face, Rob? You just want to put your face on them? I think you’re holding back!”

“N, n, no. Not just my face. My, umm, uh, my, my” I said, scared to say the words out loud, “my penis. I want to put my penis in between her breasts.”

“Yes, that’s normal, Rob. She has very big breasts, it’s normal for you to want to explore your feelings regarding them! I want you to keep going Rob, I want you to tell me honestly everything you would do with Maggie,” The Pastor said, “I’ve got you on speaker phone, and I want you to just keep talking!”

I wasn’t sure what to do, I felt so strange sitting up in my bed, with my hard penis seeping clear fluid and making my pajama bottoms have a little wet spot at the top of the tent my penis was making. “I, want to see her mouth on my penis, I really want that. She has such sexy lips! And I want to watch her do it for a long time. And I want to put my penis, I want, I want to put it inside her. I want to have her on her hands and knees, and I’ll put my penis inside her and have her like that. And I want, oh Pastor, this is embarrassing, I want to ejaculate on her, especially on her breasts!” I kept talking like that on and on, making a fool of myself, but trusting that the Pastor had a plan.

“Ahhh!” He said at long last, as if he felt that I had come to some kind of important ending. “Yes, good Rob. You’ve done well.”

“But, I’m still, hard,” I said. The Pastor said, “Yes, but you’ve confessed to everything, and that’s an important first step. You need to accept these thoughts, and accept that getting erect is going to happen. Now, you’re going to have to try and go to sleep without touching yourself, but, you can feel proud of yourself that you’re making progress! Now, I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow at Bible study!” I hung up the phone, and I was a little confused. If anything, I felt like talking through everything I wanted to do to Maggie made me more worked up, not less. But, I knew masturbation was a sin, and this was God testing me, so, even though it was so difficult to get to sleep with my penis as hard as it was and thoughts of Maggie making it worse, I managed to not sin against my body.

And that’s how it was many times. The Pastor would make me confess my feelings, and in doing so try to help me get over my desire to masturbate. However, it wasn’t like the Pastor was trying to make me avoid Maggie. He was the one who actually encouraged me and Maggie to get together. He said we would make a good couple, and that together we could build a family founded on faith, which would make us stronger together. Maggie, I think, was a little hesitant at first, but over time, it seemed she warmed up to me, and, with The Pastor’s encouragement, we had made a plan to get married as soon as we were graduated and able. The Pastor would sometimes sit us down as a couple and talk us through how a relationship was hard work and how strong faith would see us through.

He did this with many other boys and girls in the Bible Study groups as well. Some of the boys outside of the Bible group were clearly jealous, as it seemed like the best looking women were being matched up with boys smart enough to be a part of the the Bible study group. And I would tell them that they could also join, but they’d have to give up masturbation and sex, and that’s where’d they’d all say no way, saying what’s the point of being with such beautiful women if you weren’t having sex with them. Especially they’d look at Maggie, and they’d say, “Damn, she doesn’t put out? That’s not fair of God to make a girl look like that and not want to get it on!” And then I’d try to explain to them how the glory of God is better than any sex could ever be, and they’d not want to hear about it.

Our families were a little skeptical about Maggie and I getting married so young, but, the Pastor brought together people from his church and our study group to show that we had lots of community support, and that other couples in our group were getting married too, and our parents agreed that it was a good thing. We got married with a beautiful ceremony at the church, and you should have seen Maggie that day! Dare I say she wasn’t just beautiful, she was so sexy. Her dress was long and white and flowing, but tight in many places, and very revealing up top. Her cleavage was on display and it looked like she would burst out at any moment, as if no dress could hold her chest in! Contrasted with her thin figure, muscular and curvaceous in all the right ways, she was like a true angel left on earth.

I was nervous about my first night with Maggie, but the Pastor took me aside and said that it was going to be okay. The important thing was that we adhere to the values about sex that he had taught us all along, that we don’t let it overwhelm us and become the center of our relationship. We were to have sex, but in a controlled, Christian, way. Maggie would be wearing a loose full body pajama dress that would cover her and hide her nakedness from me so as not to cloud my young mind with too much lust. She would pull it up just enough so that I could enter her, but by not being exposed to her fully, I wouldn’t be too stimulated and let my lustful thoughts cloud my mind and not see her as the upstanding Christian woman that she is. This is how sex was going to be between us, because sex, we were raised to believe, was for procreation, not to be debased as some kind of animal entertainment!

Maggie was clearly nervous about the sex as well, because just after the ceremony, which he presided over, The Pastor had to take Maggie aside for a while, to help her deal with her anxieties. She was probably just as nervous as me! After they had a nice long talk, she came out of the Pastors office looking relaxed and happy, and I was so relieved. Everyone at the wedding party went to a wonderful reception at a nearby restaurant, and then Maggie and I drove off in one of those classic red convertibles with tin cans tied to the bumper and a “Just Married” sign on it! It was like a marriage from a storybook. Maggie and I consummated our relationship that night, following the instructions of The Pastor. I came very quickly. Even with a pajama dress designed to hide her sexiness, she still was overwhelming, and the feeling inside her was amazing. I could see how people with less faith could let themselves be seduced into going further and further into sexual needs and letting it ruin their lives. However, Maggie and I were stronger than that. We only had sex when she was ovulating, and there was a chance to have children.

I felt so righteous, and if I’m being honest in front of God, a little superior. I had a wife who looked like the kind of woman lustful men would kill themselves for, but she was a good Christian woman who was above that, and I felt proud of her and myself. Though, at the same time, I also struggled to keep my desires in check. Sometimes, when Maggie went out shopping or to meet her friends, I would see her out the door wearing quite sexy clothes. She never dressed like a slut, of course, but after we graduated high school and we were free to wear whatever, she didn’t dress too conservatively either.

Sometimes her clothes would be quite tight, or show off her legs, or her chest. We weren’t prudes or ashamed of our bodies, our Pastor had taught us that the human body is Gods supreme work of art. But, we just weren’t supposed to fixate on sexual thoughts. But, I have to admit, when I saw her dressed up some ways, after she left the house, I would have an uncontrollable need to touch myself. I fought myself, I called the Pastor, I did everything I could, but sometimes I lost that fight.

We stayed active in the church, and Maggie would often help the pastor out, and we kept in touch with our Bible study group members. Sometimes we’d have everyone over for a barbecue, and you had never seen such an attractive group of women. Us guys would get together and talk about how lucky we all were. The Pastor changed from being our Bible study teacher to being like our marriage counselor. We would go to him often, sometimes together, but often individually. Maggie, especially, liked to spend time with the Pastor for his guidance and support, and I could always tell when she had been with him because she was always in a much better mood for having been with him!

Maggie got pregnant soon, and it was a bit of a struggle at first, but, many of the other couples from the Bible study groups also had children, so we mutually supported each other. My parents were well to do, so it wasn’t a question of money, but I had to balance university life while having a newborn. Maggie waited a year to enroll in university, but we both agreed she should also have a degree, that having a child shouldn’t define her whole life.

So she graduated a year after me. And we actually had a good time while in university. I thought having a child would take away all of that, but after the first year, we found out how to balance it all, and we managed to find some good times! Of course, we weren’t looking to be party animals like some people in the school were, so that helped. We often wanted to be at home. But, we took turns going out, Maggie with her girlfriends, and me with the guys some times. Sometimes we managed to go out together, and I really enjoyed those times. When Maggie went out partying, wow, the way she looked! She dressed in these tight and skimpy dresses, I often teased her that she was testing me, and she would joke that I should have no problem if I was truly Christian.

When we went out to parties on campus, we had men hitting on her all night! None of them realizing that she was there to dance or just have fun, she wasn’t there for a meat market. Sometimes when we were out, we would split up for a time, because we weren’t one of those couples that had to keep an eye on each other. Knowing your wife has a relationship with God and a pure soul makes it so that you don’t have to worry about anything. I would see her talking with guys who clearly wanted to take her to their bed, and I would just know that they would be sorely disappointed. Sometimes I’d catch up with my wife a couple hours later, and I would actually feel a little bad for the guy I saw her with earlier. I mean, he must have put so much effort into wanting to be with her, and all that effort for nothing!

Things were a little difficult sometimes between Maggie and I. For example, for a long time after she had the baby, even well after the effects of pregnancy had faded and Maggie was looking as amazing as ever, she didn’t want to have sex with me at all. I have to admit this was a great struggle for me. On the one hand, Maggie said she didn’t want another child, and I certainly wasn’t going to push for a child just so I could have sex. But this went on for years! We were graduating university, and I have to admit seeing everyone around us having so much fun had an impact on me.

When I told friends at school that my wife and I didn’t have sex, that sex wasn’t the core of our relationship, most of them, being non-Christians or Christians with very loose faiths, would have their jaws drop. And then when they saw my wife! They would practically explode from disbelief! To be with a woman who looked like that and not believe in having sex with her! And I didn’t disagree! I wanted to be better than just a man who reduced himself to only thinking about sex, but there came a point when I had to put my foot down.

So we went to the Pastor about this, and Maggie went to talk to him first for a while, and then afterward I went in and talked to the Pastor along with her. The Pastor must have calmed her down as he always did, since she was calm and ready to talk about it. I said, “I understood sex is just for procreation, but, I’m sorry, it’s just, it’s just, I, I have to say that it just doesn’t feel right to live a whole life never having sex with my wife again! Surely God didn’t design for me to have these urges and never ever act on them, not even within the sanctity of a marriage!”

The Pastor, who for ages had been asking me to be patient and not push my wife, had to agree at least a little bit. He said, “I can see that a little compromise was in order. As long as everyone is trying their best, God would understand. I mean, the idea, Rob, is for you to try and work through your urges and not press them on Maggie, but, even God can see when there might be a breaking point.”

But then Maggie said, “I’m sorry, Rob, I just don’t feel the same urges as you. I’m, I’m sorry, but, I’m just not sexually attracted to you, and I thought you knew I wasn’t in this marriage for sex, that our marriage was in service of God, and to raise a child. I know the way men look at me and how they think of me, and how they all want me so desperately, but I thought you of all people understood what I really wanted in a marriage!” It hurt to hear that she had none of the same feelings I had, but I had to admit, she was only describing the same conditions of faith that I had when we agreed to get married.

“Now, Rob, she is expressing some real honesty here, why don’t you do the same. Remember how honest you were on the phone when you’d struggle before with your urges, why don’t you express the same level of honesty now?”

“What do you mean?” I said.

The Pastor said, “I think you’re holding back the emotional expression. I think Maggie, as a woman, would respond better if she could see the emotional side of you, not just you explaining your urges.”

I asked, “How can I do that? I’ll do anything for Maggie to understand, but, I don’t know how to express it more.”

Then the pastor said, “Rob, come on now, I think you know. Get down on your knees in front of her and beg.”

“Beg?!” I exclaimed, and I looked at Maggie as if she would agree that was extreme, but she looked at me as if it would help. I wavered a long time, but, the Pastor had long since taught me the sin of pride and how I shouldn’t let it stop me from saying and doing emotionally honest things, so I got down on my knees in front of Maggie and said, “Please Maggie, please, I beg of you, please let me have more sex with you! I’m your husband, shouldn’t a husband and wife have sex? Please Maggie, I need it! I NEED IT! I NEEEEED TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!! PLEEEEAAASE!!” I begged her until I was actually crying. It was a little humiliating, yes, but, it seemed to have swayed Maggie a little as the Pastor said it would.

“Okay,” Maggie said at long last. “You can fuc, I mean, we can have sex together, but only when there’s no chance I’m ovulating, but just because I’m not ovulating is no guarantee that we’ll have sex. I’ll decide when is okay. Also, I’m going to keep wearing the shapeless pajamas so that you don’t get too worked up. Lastly, and this is important, I don’t want to get your, your sperm all over everything, so, when you’re going to cu, I mean, when you’re going to climax, you have to pull back and lean back so that you cum on yourself. That way, we can keep the sheets and everything clean, and you can shower it off.” There was a twinge of humiliation in it. I would only be barely permitted to have sex with my own wife, and I was to masturbate and cum all over myself. It seemed a little strange that a man in a Christian marriage should have to do that.

However, the Pastor said, “Remember, Rob, God did not design sex to make a man feel pride. These were strange conditions, and while it may feel like a life of struggle with sex seemed harsh, an eternity of heaven in the glory of God would more than make up for it.” I nodded my agreement and thanked Maggie. Deep down, I hoped that things might change, that this could be the beginning of a growing sexual relationship with my gorgeous wife.

However, that’s how it remained. Maggie and I would have sex a couple times a month, sometimes not at all. Maggie would tell me it was okay to have sex with her, and I would put myself inside her for a bit, and I almost never lasted that long because the feeling inside her was so intensely pleasurable. I would have to pull out quickly and desperately aim my penis up at myself and lean back, and then I would make a mess all over myself. I was usually so full of semen, having resisted sex and masturbation for so long between times, that I would make a large mess, and it would shoot up to my face and sometimes get in my own mouth. I felt incredibly embarrassed all the time, but, surprisingly, Maggie said she liked it, that she appreciated what I was doing for her.

When we met the Pastor, she talked openly to him about how I would get my sperm all over myself, and I was a little embarrassed that she would reveal that to him. One time he laughed, and I went bright red, and he said, “I’m sorry Rob, please don’t mistake my laughter for a lack of sympathy or understanding. You’re doing a very good thing here, keeping your marriage a pure and Christian one and not about sex. It’s just, sometimes, some mental images catch us off guard and can make us laugh. I felt embarrassed, but, the Pastor knew every single detail of my life, so, if there was everyone I would reveal this to, it was him.

I went got a very good job at an office that worked insurance, so Maggie didn’t actually have to work. Instead she volunteered at the church with the Pastor and the other women from the Bible study days. and sometimes she picked up odd jobs doing some modeling. She was happy and successful, and so was I, and our life was ideal. We had a perfect house in a great neighborhood, our friends over for barbeque’s and wine parties. Our children played together, we went to church on Sundays. If you were to paint a picture of the perfect American dream family life, ours would look like it. It would be like that painter, Norman Rockwell, except Maggie would look more like she should be on the cover of Playboy!

The one exception was that I struggled so hard to maintain my body’s purity. Maggie was so beautiful, and often dressed so sexily, and was often so flirty with men, that I couldn’t help but want a fuller sexual life. I could feel over the years that the sexual tension inside of me was maybe making me a little more anxious and angry and tense. And, I’m ashamed to say it, but I think that was part of what made me struggle with looking at my daughter, Chastity as she became a woman.

It was clear right from the start that our daughter, Chastity, was going to grow up to be as much or more beautiful than Maggie, if such a thing could be said to be possible. She was a happy, smiling, beautiful baby, and became a sweet and charming little girl. She always was the most popular girl at her school. Whenever I had doubts about anything to do with me and Maggie, and the constant sexual frustration that ate at me, I would look at Chastity and realize that to have produced such a perfect child more than made up for anything I might selfishly think of as a hardship. For almost all of Chastity’s life, she was this shining beacon, guiding me forward and reminding me what life was really all about.

The Pastor said as much to me when I met up with him, and he was like a god father to Chastity. Both Maggie and I were happy to have his guidance in raising her, knowing that he would start on her moral guidance from even younger than when she and I met The Pastor. Maggie especially was keen to have the Pastor involved in her life from the start. He would often check in on Chastity to make sure she was doing well, and she started going to his Sunday school classes as soon as she was old enough.

But then, and this becomes very difficult to talk about, as she grew into her teenage years, and especially when she turned 16, I noticed she was becoming a woman. And when I say I noticed, I mean, I could not help but notice that she had a figure that men lusted after, and a huge chest, just like Maggie did. It’s completely inappropriate to say this about one’s own daughter, but, I saw how incredibly sexy she was.

I had to go to the Pastor and confess to him that I wasn’t sure of my own thoughts around my daughter. He asked me what I wanted, and I said I didn’t know, and he said, “I think you do, you just don’t want to say.”

And I said, “I think I just have too much sexual tension inside me. I have the world’s most beautiful wife, and yet, over the course of my life, I can practically count on my fingers and toes the amount of times I’ve had sex with her. And even when I do, I touch myself and make a mess of myself,” I said.

“You mean you spray cum all over yourself,” the pastor said He was often more direct about sexual terms than I was.

“Yes,” I said with much embarrassment. “It can’t be natural for a father to have the thoughts I’m having about my daughter. It must come from a place that is distorted by not having enough release. Can you please talk to Chastity about it?”

“You want me to talk to Chastity about what, exactly? You’re not admitting anything to me, so I don’t know what it is that I’d be talking to her about.”

I was too ashamed to reveal my thoughts. I can hardly write them here. My daughter would wear the skimpiest school uniform, and when not at school, the clothes she would wear were so revealing. And then, sometimes, she would be careless about not wearing clothes around the house. I asked her one time to stop, and she said, “Daddy, don’t be silly. I’m your daughter, so it’s not like you’re looking at me that way!” I stammered a bit, and then she said, “Daddy, are you looking at my body?”

And I said, “No, of course not! I just think you need to get in the habit of acting with care about how you present yourself.” She waved a hand dismissively, and continued to walk around the house barely dressed.

I asked Maggie to talk to her, but Maggie said, “she’s just comfortable with her body, and you shouldn’t encourage her to feel shame about it. God made her that way, and you’re her father, so it’s not like it means anything for you to look at her.”

But, it did mean something. After so many years of abstaining from touching myself, I was now masturbating sometimes, secretly, and I don’t want to admit what was on my mind, because although God knows, I feel like if I admit to it, then I’m accepting it, and I can’t.

Then came the time everything changed.

Every year, Maggie and I would spend a few weeks doing charitable work through the Pastor’s church. We would actually go to different places, as the Pastor said that it was healthy in a marriage to have different experiences that each could share afterward. The church would assign us roles, and I guess because I was a man, I got assigned construction work. There were house building projects for people who could not afford to buy homes in this particular part of eastern Europe, and that’s where I would go every year. It was a long term project, to really build up a community, not just show up one summer and then disappear. However, since we would do this every year in October, it was always freezing cold! I’d be out hammering boards together in piercing winds and often snow. The shelters we stayed at were rough, with hard cots to sleep on, and drafty, so it was a month of a miserable experience!

Maggie, though, would go to a place where impoverished kids needed help with schooling, and it was often somewhere hot and tropical. I sometimes joked that I seemed to be getting the short end of the stick, but she would say that I was saying that only because I didn’t understand how humid and full of bugs jungles were. It probably wasn’t anywhere near as nice as I imagined, but, still, it would nice to be just warm for a change.

When Chastity turned 16, she became old enough to join the Pastor’s charity projects, and it ended up that she would go to the same place as my wife, Maggie. Since both of them were going to be in the same place, I decided I was going to surprise my wife and daughter, and meet them at the school where they were teaching impoverished natives on the island. Even though the Pastor said it was healthy to have different life experiences, I thought this one year it would be fun to have the whole family together! Besides, after so many years of being the one to go be in the cold, I felt that God would forgive me for what felt a little easier. After all, I’m sure I could help around the school and make my time there charitable.

It was a little complicated getting the right flights. It turned out the island was in a slightly different place than Maggie had told me about. I had to do a little investigation to work out which airlines she had taken, and in the end, there was a private airline that was quite expensive that went out to the island that I was sure Maggie and Chastity were on. It was a little surprising that it cost as much as it did, and when I got there, the island was much more of a tropical paradise than I thought it would be. I asked around at the small airport about charitable schools, and everyone looked very confused, and it seemed like no one had ever imagined such a thing would be necessary on the island. Eventually, I determined where Maggie and Chastity must be by the locals saying that two very pretty white women had gone to this one place, though they said it wasn’t a school. I was pretty sure by their description that they were talking about my wife and daughter, so I hired a cab to take me there. The cab was kind of like a luxury SUV, and we drove through a sort of jungle area, but it wasn’t a very big island, so it wasn’t too long, just a little over an hour.

When we arrived, I was so thoroughly confused, I was sure at that point that I must have made a mistake and come to the wrong island. It was a beautiful luxury hotel, with pristine white walls, and beautiful gardens, and it looked very exclusive from the fact that there weren’t a lot of guests. What few guests there were, it was a little, I don’t know how to say it exactly. It seemed it was almost all women, and they were all gorgeous. Different races and ages, but all very fit, and all of them, if it’s not rude to say, very, very busty. The only men seemed to be working at the hotel. In fact a rather large black man came out, wearing a uniform sort of like a bell hop, and told me I must be at the wrong hotel. I almost just agreed and turned around to get back in the taxi to leave. But, something made me just want to check. I pulled out my wallet and showed him a picture of my wife and daughter, and he looked at it as if he was unsure about what to say. He looked at me and said I should probably go, but, I could tell that he recognized them. I said, “Are they here?” and he paused just enough that I said, “They are, aren’t they. Take me to them!” I didn’t mean to sound so impolite, but, I felt an indignation that a man should not be kept from his own family! The large black man gestured through a large, open walkway through the hotel that led to a garden and beach area facing out to the ocean. I stepped past him while the taxi driver unloaded my luggage.

When I got to the open garden side, my jaw dropped. There were beautiful women walking around in bikinis, and some of them without tops! They were laughing and giggling and holding exotic cocktails while they lounged, and when I walked by they would stop talking and look at me puzzled. They would then whisper to each other. Had I come to some women’s only resort or something? Some of the women seemed slightly familiar, but, I was in such a state of shock, I didn’t distinguish anyone directly. It was a blur, I thought I recognized Cindy, a woman in our social group that I had gone to high school with, walking by with her huge breasts bouncing with every step, which held my attention more than her face.

Then, I came up to the side of a luxurious pool with some long beach chairs beside it. There were people lounging around on them, and I saw the first and only male there, and my mouth dropped. “What the heck is going on?!!!!” I yelled. I can barely manage to tell you what I saw. It was, it was so shocking!

On one beach chair, laying on his back casually, it was the pastor! But, and I can’t shake this image even though I feel it’s so improper to describe, he was completely naked, and his, penis, was erect and, I don’t know if I should talk about this, but, it was very big. I haven’t seen much pornography in my life, but, I’m sure his penis was unusually large, and hard and straight. Somehow, it was as if his genitals were the center of everything, like the whole hotel resort was built around it, and everyone was there for it.

But it gets worse! He was being tended to by three women. One woman was a woman from our church group named Lai, a Chinese girl who went to the same high school and had been part of the Bible study group, and like every other woman she also had huge breasts and an amazing figure like every other woman, and she standing behind the beach chair so that she could massage the pastor’s shoulders. Her long straight black hair cascaded down so that it would brush against the Pastor’s face.

But, and this is what caused me to shout, kneeling on either side of him, wearing only bikini bottoms and extremely high heels, and both holding his member was MY WIFE and MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER!

As I had approached, they were laughing and giggling, and it disgusts me to say, but they were taking turns leaning in and putting their mouth on him. There were thick whitish transparent strands of viscuous liquid spanning between their mouths, and hands, and their breasts, and his penis! I can’t even tell you what I felt, it was like my brain, my heart, and my holy soul could not even understand what I was looking at.

And the shock continued. As I shouted and walked up, they did not jump up, embarrassed or guilty as if they had been caught doing something terrible. They did startle for a moment, as my voice caught them a little off guard. But then when they turned and saw me and took in the reality that I was there, all three of them, the pastor and my wife and my daughter, looked maybe a little disappointed that some game had ended, but they all kind of smirked as if they all got a joke that I wasn’t in on!

And then, and then! And then my daughter returned to putting her mouth on the pastors penis, and he gently lay his hand on the back of her head as she bobbed up and down! The pastor looked at me somewhat bemused. My wife, at least, stood up and turned to look at me.

She was clearly different, and all the details became more and more apparent as I adjusted to the reality. She was wearing make up and her hair was full and flowing, as if she had been to the top hair stylist in Hollywood. There was something in the way she stood in high platform heels like I’ve never seen her wear before, she stood with authority, with sex appeal like I never experienced from her before. She looked, amazing! I had never seen this side of her before. She was always naturally beautiful, the kind of woman who didn’t need accessories of any kind to be the most beautiful woman in the room, but, the way she looked then, it was literally stunning. My jaw couldn’t possibly drop any more, but if it could, it would have fallen off my face and landed on the floor.

At the same time, she was covered in what I imagine, though I don’t want to, in, shall I call them, juices? There was thick clear and whitish fluid all over her body, especially her face and her large breasts, as if the pastor had, shall I say, “finished” on her many times over. I was horrified and disgusted.

“What are you doing here Rob?” she asked.

“What am I doing here?? What on earth is going on and what are you doing?” I yelled so hard I practically shrieked. “You’re MY wife, and that’s MY DAUGHTER! SHE’S ONLY 16 FOR GOD’S SAKE!! And that man is supposed to be a MAN OF GOD! I’ve trusted his faithful service to GOD all my life! And,” I stopped suddenly, because, a reality too big to contemplate all at once was entering into my thoughts. It was like the start of an avalanche where just a few rocks tumble down, but you know a massive rush is going to follow.

I realized this was not the first year they had been here. Maybe they had come here and done this every single year, while I was out suffering in the harshest of conditions. They were betraying me, and then another boulder fell down the mountain of my mind, which is that this couldn’t just be something that happened once a year during our annual charity events. The pastor had arranged that, had arranged everything. He had been taking my wife all along, all my life practically! And now, he was taking my daughter! There were so many other details! He, he must have had his way with my wife at our wedding! He had my wife in his office in her beautiful wedding dress while I waited around like a dupe in the church! How he made me and my wife refrain from everything a man and a woman can do together! Things I now could see plain as day that he was doing!

There was more, so much more, but it overwhelmed me, and I went from thinking about the situation and I went into an emotional rage! I yelled at the pastor, “YOU TOOK MY WIFE FROM ME! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING! MY DAUGHTER! MY LIFE! YOU, YOU BETRAYED ME!!”

I took a step forward, and as God as my witness, had I kept going forward, I think I might have literally killed him. But, I felt myself being grabbed by my shirt from behind and I was spun around and everything from that moment was a blur. I was punched in the stomach so hard it knocked all the wind out of me. And then I was punched in the jaw and I lost my sense of balance. I was thrown around, and I heard talking, and some yelling, and I think I was being set upon by two large black men, one of them was probably the one I met outside. I think the talking was the pastor calmly instructing them. I took a few more hits, and I was knocked to the ground, and dragged around, and then, I have no idea how I got there because everything was just a blur, but, I was tossed in the pool, and I was being held underwater.

I thought they might be intending to kill me and I fought like a madman, but I wasn’t even sure where they were standing, and I was so dizzy, and as my chest tightened from lack of air, it became harder to focus. Just at the point where I think my body accepted my fate and I stopped struggling, I was pulled up.

I gasped and gulped for air. I got just enough air to regain some sense of my surroundings, and I heard the pastor say, calmly, “A little more,” and then a hand holding me by the back of my head pushed me down under water. I reflexively struggled a little a bit, but some part of me understood they weren’t intending to kill me, they were subduing me, and the point was to make me stop fighting, so, I held still.

My head was pulled up again, and then, I heard my daughter, giggling like she used to when she was younger, and playfully said, “Again!” while clapping her hands. I was pushed down another time, and held down for a while.

When I was brought up again, I was allowed above the water long enough to take in my situation. There were two large muscular men on either side of me, each holding an arm and holding them straight and pulling them backward and twisting them so that I was held immobile. My legs were free enough, but, there was no question that they had so much advantage over me that if I tried some kind of kick or something, one or both of them would be able to overpower me and most likely force me under water again.

The pastor was now sitting on the edge of his beach recliner, facing toward me, with my daughter on her knees beside him, like he was a king and she was some kind of concubine. She was, and it disgusts me to say this, she had one hand on his penis, stroking it up and down. He other hand casually rested on his thigh. He had one arm around her shoulders, and playing with her long beautiful hair, and his other hand resting on his knee.

My wife was standing closer to me, near the edge of the pool. With her hands on her hips, her long legs straightened out, she looked like a goddess towering above me. All around were other gorgeous women who had gathered to survey the scene. You have never seen such a collection of beauty, all of them would put Victoria’s Secret models to shame. And now I was sure that many of them were wives and daughters of friends of mine. It was Cindy who I had seen before, and I recognized my friend Steve’s wife Katie, and Ophelia who was married to another friend, and so many other women in my community. It was like I was being degraded and humiliated in front of every beautiful woman in my congregation and neighborhood.

“Stop embarrassing yourself,” Maggie said to me. I knew better than to reply. Instead, I glared at the pastor.

“Well, Rob, the truth is now upon you. I can’t even imagine the pain and hurt you are going to go through from here, as you realize so many details from the last, 18 years? More? It’s going to be a lot to review in your mind. And, hah hah hah!” Chastity giggled a bit, which drew the pastors attention. She straightened up so that she could kiss him, and in doing so arched her back so that her chest stuck out. Her big, no, I can’t focus on that. But, the pastor did. He kissed her passionately, and then he pulled back a bit, and he put his perverse hands on her firm, on her chest, and he lingered there. I think I was so angry that I was surprised the water around me didn’t boil.

“Ah, Rob, I suppose it’s good that you’ve chosen this year to come join us and discover the truth,” the pastor said as he brought my daughter under his arm. “After all, you and I have been talking recently about how badly you want to fuck your 16 year old daughter.”

“What!?” I yelled. “Chastity, don’t listen to him, it’s completely untrue!”.

Chastity laughed, and she stood up so I could see her whole body. “Oh, come on daddy, I know you want to fuck me. I even know you’ve been wacking off thinking about me. Tell me daddy, what do you want to do to me? Do you want to put your little cock between my big tits? Do you want to fuck me from behind and watch my ass as you slam into me? Do you want me to suck your cock?” When she said that, she, my wife Maggie, and the Pastor all laughed like there was some kind of joke. Then Chastity went on. “Oh, right, you’ve NEVER had your little dick sucked, have you daddy? By any woman, not even by mom! Poor daddy, you’re really missing out. I’m already really, really good at it.”

With that, she turned, and the way she moved, she was so sexy, she crouched down, keeping balance atop her high heels, and arched her back so her behind showed off its perfect curve, and she grabbed hold of the base of the Pastor’s penis. The two of them turned to the side so that I’d be able to see every little detail. She opened her mouth, and, the way she took the Pastor’s enormous penis into her mouth, it was at once hard to believe any woman could fit it in her mouth, but the way my daughter moved, it was like she had done it countless times before.

“Oooooaaaah, yeah,” The Pastor said as he moaned with pleasure. “She’s not joking, she is amazing. She really takes after her mother that way.” I tried to look away, but one of the men holding me grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and forced me to face toward the Pastor and my daughter. “No, you have to watch this,” The Pastor said. Just imagine her doing this to you. Your own gorgeous teenage daughter, a daughter so beautiful no father could resist wanting to fuck her, with her gorgeous mouth on your little dick. This is what you’ve been yearning for, what you’ve been denied all your life. And your daughter is giving it all to me!”

“No!” I said, “No, that’s not what I want! Chastity, sweetheart, you can’t want this! This isn’t how we raised you!”

“It’s exactly how we raised her,” Maggie said with an evil laugh. “I mean,” she continued, “we as in the Pastor and I, of course!” Then Chastity got up again, her lips making a wet popping sound as she took her mouth off the Pastor. She walked over to the edge of the pool, and got down on her hands and knees in front of me, so that her huge breasts were pressed between her arms like a model posing on the cover of a magazine. Her lips were shiny with with fluids she got from the Pastor.

“Come on daddy, admit it, admit you want to fuck me. It’s important to tell the truth.”

Then I head the Pastor behind her say, “Maggie, would you do us the favor of checking?” Then my wife kicked off her heels, and walked down some steps into the pool. She walked up to me and, under the water, she casually put her hand on my penis, which was as hard as it could be.

“Oh, he wants to fuck her,” Maggie said, and everyone laughed.

“No, I,” I stammered, and I could feel hot tears run down my cheeks, contrasting against the cool water that was on my face from the pool.

My wife got out of the pool again, and she went over beside my daughter. At the same time, the Pastor walked over to the edge of the pool, and he stood above me, his, his penis, like this horizontal tower, it felt like it blotted out the sun itself! It seemed like it towered above me. My wife and my daughter were kneeling on either side of him, and they both started to lick his, I should call it his cock, there’s no holding back on how to describe the situation any more, they licked and sucked his cock with their mouths, and they pumped it at the base with their hands.

“Yes, Rob, now you know the truth. So many years, its been me denying you sex, making you believe it’s God’s will that you suppress your urges, making you cry when you wanted to spank off your little dick thinking about your wife. Remember how you’d phone me and tell me about all the things you wanted to do to Maggie! While you were desperately trying to not touch your little dick, I was fucking her, and we listened to you and did everything that you wanted to do! I got everything that you wanted and more! God, how pathetic you were! You weren’t even fucking your own gorgeous wife!! BUT I WAS!!! I’VE BEEN FUCKING YOUR WIFE SINCE SHE WAS 16!! HAH HAH HAH!!” He laughed so heartily, with such satisfaction.

He went on with his little speech, “On your wedding day, I fucked your wife until she was sore! At Bible classes! She would go out with her friends and they would come see me and I would fuck all of them! You would phone me and cry like a little baby about how you wanted to masturbate, and I was fucking your wife while we both listened to how pathetic you are! I made you give up sex for your WHOLE LIFE, and I was fucking your gorgeous wife THE WHOLE TIME! I don’t know if any man has been denied so much while another man took it from him! That is God’s real plan! There are lions and sheep, and I’m a lion and you’re a sheep! You pathetic loser! And now, now! Now you yearn to fuck your 16 year old daughter like some pathetic pervert, and I am doing that instead of you! Your most darkest desire, I get to have it and you don’t! I get to have it and YOU DON’T! I’M FUCKING YOUR WIFE AND YOUR TEENAGE DAUGHTER! Your wife AND your daughter! AT THE SAME TIME! You pathetic little shit! Could a man be any more cuckolded than you? What you really want to do you can’t do and shouldn’t even want to do, and yet I take even that from you! You’ve never even had a woman’s mouth touch your little dick, and I have BOTH your wife and your daughter worshiping my cock with their mouths AT THE SAME TIME! I’m practically a God myself! Look at my cock! LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT MY HUGE COCK! WATCH YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOUR WIFE MAKE ME CUM! WATCH!!”

I felt the two men on either side of me let go and pull away. As they did, one said, “if you try anything, we’ll fucking shoot you.” I was left sitting there in the pool, just staring upwards as my gorgeous wife and hot and sexy and so fuckable daughter gave the Pastor an incredible blowjob.

It was all true, I had never really had sex, in that the sex I had with my wife was deliberately designed to be unsatisfying and embarrassing. My whole life, I wanted her so bad it literal hurt. And now, I was watching my daughter turn into another woman I wanted so much and couldn’t have. She was so hot! She was so sexy! She was so gorgeous! And she and my beautiful wife were sucking another man’s cock in front of me.

“You FUCKING LOSER!” The pastor yelled, and I realized all his shouting and belittling me were part of him getting so turned on by what my wife and daughter were doing to his massive cock. “WHY DON’T YOU CUM ALL OVER YOURSELF WHILE I FUCK YOUR WIFE! THAT’S WHAT YOU WOULD DO INSTEAD OF FUCKING YOUR WIFE, ISN’T IT? ISN’T IT YOU LITTLE SHIT? YOU WOULD JERK OFF AND CUM ON YOURSELF INSTEAD OF BEING A MAN!!” All the women gathered around giggled and pointed at me, making me feel even more humiliated, if that were possible. The Pastor went on. “WATCH YOUR WIFE AND DAUGHTER WORSHIP MY COCK! THEY LOVE MY COCK! YOUR WIFE AND YOUR DAUGHTER LOVE MY COCK MORE THAN THEY LOVE YOU! THEY DON’T LOVE YOU AT ALL BUT THEY FUCKING LOVE MY COCK LIKE IT’S THEIR GOD! MY COCK IS THEIR GOD! MY COCK IS GOD! MY COCK! MY COCK! MY COOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!!!!!”

As he yelled that out, huge loads of thick, sticky, lumpy ropes of cum shot outward from his dick and landed on me, on top of my head, some of it making a splat sound as it hit the water. Cum squirted again and again from his cock, as he arched his back and grimaced as if so much cum was pulsing through his throbbing cock that it almost hurt to get it all out. And my wife and my daughter never stopped pumping, as they had their mouths on either side of his thick veiny cock, licking and pressing their tongues against it hard, and pumping the base with their hands. I can’t believe how much cum came out of the Pastor, and I cowered as each pearly string landed on my face and head.

Finally, it ended, and I heard the three of them, and most of the other women around laugh lightly, as if a good joke had just been told, and everyone was relaxing afterward. My wife and daughter stood up and were kissing and licking the Pastor in a three way kiss, passionately and lovingly. Each of them looked so beautiful. Most of the other women were starting to sit down or relax, start to sip at their drinks. It seemed the main event was over, and they were all satisfied with my humiliation.

I thought I was done, so I turned slightly, to walk toward the stairs of the pool, expecting that I was probably expected to leave, to go home, and to prepare for a divorce or something.

But as soon as I moved without permission, the Pastor said, “Woa! Where do you think you’re going you dumb little shit? Stay right there, you’re not done yet!” I looked up, even though his cum was stinging one of my eyes and having to keep it partly closed was making it hard to look around, but I glanced to the side and I could see that the two men who were guards were both holding large hand guns. I realized that I was on some island in the middle of nowhere where I didn’t know the laws or who was in charge, and that it might even be the Pastor! I realized he could have me shot, and I don’t even know if he would even be arrested for it!

I looked up at him, my head bowed but raising my eyes, and I could see him spread his legs a little, and he sort of relaxed. My wife Maggie and daughter Chastity were still on either side of him, and kissing and snuggling up against him, but then I noticed that both of them still had a hand on his monstrous thick cock. It had lost some of its hardness after he came, but it was still mostly erect, and it had a heavy, meaty quality to it, like a shotgun made of flesh. I realized that my wife and daughter were holding it so it was aimed at me, and I started to realize what was coming next.

I twitched as if I might reflexively try to escape, but the Pastor said, “Don’t you fucking move. You’re about to enter a new phase of life, and for that, you need to be baptized!” Everyone laughed again, and I felt so humiliated, streaks of a man’s cum on me, standing below the man who had taken my wife and daughter from me, and the laughter of women all around me. I knew it was coming, so the wait was agonizing. Everyone knew what was coming, and the longer the wait, women giggled with the building tension.

My wife purred in his ear, “Are you going to piss on him now?”

And the Pastor said, “yes, here it comes,” And then he held his breath as if he was just about to piss, and I flinched, and then nothing happened. The Pastor let his breath out again, and everyone laughed like it was a big joke. “Actually, I don’t think he’s ready.” The Pastor said. I looked around, confused. I could tell everyone knew what he meant except me.

Then Chastity, my own daughter, said, “Duh, daddy, open your mouth.” Everyone laughed again.

“No! I won’t do that! You can’t make me!” Then I heard the men on both sides of me cock their guns, and I looked up at the Pastor and he shrugged with a smirk, as if to say, “what are you going to do?”. I felt so humiliated.

Then the Pastor said, “Come on, we can’t wait all day. I can’t wait much longer. I’ve been drinking lots of water!” Everyone laughed. I moved my head around, like a tiger trapped in a cage. I thought about rushing him, but I knew the water would slow me down. Was it better to get shot in an absolutely futile attempt to show some resistance? I was so confused, and hurt, and I just thought, better to just get through this. God will see me through.

I opened my mouth, and my daughter said, “Wider, daddy, like you mean it!” Again, everyone laughed.

And then the Pastor said, “Ah, there we go! At last, finally, I caaaaa…. aaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” He sounded so relieved as a powerful jet of hot piss shot out from his gigantic tube of a cock and arced over to land on my head. It splattered and splashed as it bounced off my head and face and landed in the water. My daughter and wife carefully worked his cock around so that the stream landed on my mouth and my outstretched tongue. Fortunately, I didn’t have to make a show of actually drinking it, they were content to just spray his piss all over my face and my open mouth was symbolic enough. It was enough for me, too, as I could taste it’s acidic, burning flavor on my tongue, and it disgusts me, but it mixed with not only the taste of the chlorinated pool water, but also the globs of cum that were on and around my face that slipped into my mouth. I was so sick I wanted to throw up, but I knew they would just delight in me making even more of an embarrassing mess of myself.

I could hardly believe it when, after he finished pissing on me, my wife and daughter got on their knees again and licked his dick as if to make it perfectly clean! I realized in that action that everything that I thought I knew about them was a lie! My perfect Christian wife and angelic little daughter weren’t just lies covering a reality I didn’t know, they were deliberate lies, living up to the Pastor’s plan to just betray and humiliate me. Was it all just for this moment? Were they done with me?

“Dunk your head under the water and try to clean yourself up a bit.” The Pastor commanded. “Then, my men here are going to take you to your, um, hotel room.” Everyone laughed when he said “hotel room”, so I knew it would be something else. I tried to rinse myself off as best I could, and then I walked to the edge of the pool and slowly got up as the two large muscular men then grabbed me by both arms and guided me along.

They walked me toward the beach, and I head behind me the Pastor saying, “Ladies! That was an unexpected good time! Let’s keep it going with some drinks, and music! Dance for me!” I head laughing and cheers, and as I went down steps toward a sandy beach, I heard techno music start up, and the whoops and sounds of dancing and a party.

The beach was at the bottom of a short volcanic rocky cliff that had stairs carved into the side. It was only about 30 feet down from a flat grassy surface where the pool and hotel was down to the beach. The two men walked me down toward the water, and then in the twilight I could see a small cave in the side of the cliffside, with a little stone walkway toward it. They brought me inside the cave, where there was a little cell, carved out of the rock, and with old iron bars. It looked like it might have been there from pirate days. There was seaweed snagged on some of the more jagged rocks which let me know the tide might come in this far sometimes.

The men threw me into the little cell, which was only a few feet around, enough to sit down, but not lie down fully. They closed the door made of iron bars, and then locked it with a massive padlock. It was such a huge lock it was almost comical in size. But then, so were all the vertical iron bars and the flat horizontal bars that made up the cell. It was as if it was designed to contain sea monsters. There was no way I was getting out.

The men didn’t say anything, the just left, and I sat there in the dark. And as I heard the sound of the party not too far away, just not close enough for me to hear anything said, though I could hear voices. It was clear everyone was having a good time. But all I could do was sit there and think.

I thought about how my whole life had been a lie. Did the Pastor encourage me to have a child so early because he wanted to fuck my daughter? Did he do this to all the couples in the Bible study group who had girls? We all got married, and all the girls were so beautiful. I think he said he was fucking them all. Did my friends know? Did they all go through an experience like this? Wouldn’t one have told the rest of us if he had been through something like this? Was I the first? Was he doing this more to me than others?

And my wife and daughter. The hurt and betrayal of it. My wife was cheating on me from the very start. Could you even call it cheating? I mean, I wasn’t even really in a relationship with her! It was as if I was just there to provide a house and a safe place to raise a family while she loved and fucked another man! It was as if my whole life was designed to just exist as the embodiment of being cuckolded. The things she did for him? Having seen a little of it, I started to painfully imagine the rest.

I remembered how beautiful she looked on our wedding day, and I realized that the time she went with the Pastor while I waited for her before going to the reception, he was fucking her in that gorgeous dress, fucking her while she looked like a perfect angel! And then I had barely a minute with her while she covered herself with what was practically a sack! And then all those times I jerked off in front of her and came on myself! It was made out to be some kind of compromise to protect our Christian values, but really she was laughing at me! I bet she would laugh about it with the Pastor while they fucked! No doubt about it!

It was hard to fall asleep, but somehow I did, and then time became a bit of a blur. There was the stress of everything I knew, the inability to sleep properly, and no one was feeding me. There was fresh water dripping from the ceiling that I had to hope was safe to drink, but it came out maddeningly slow, so it was like a torture. I don’t know how long I was down there, but it was at least a few days. A few days in a tired, cold, hungry state where I had nothing to do but think about the betrayal, heartache, and torture that was my whole life.

My whole life! I had been denied sex my whole life! I realized my wife had been fucking not only the pastor, but all those men I saw her flirting with! She had a full sex life, so many men had had her the way I wanted to, AND I WAS HER HUSBAND! All my faith in God was used to twist my feelings and torment me. I went over every little detail, every moment I can think of. How the Pastor must have been fucking Maggie every time we met for “counseling”. How he was probably having mini orgies with the 16 year old girls Bible study group. How he was deliberately making me beg my own wife to have sex with me, and laughing at me for just masturbating in front of her and spraying cum all over myself. I thought about those times I accidentally shot cum into my own mouth and how they must have laughed at me so hard together while they fucked. How they were fucking and enjoying a perfect holiday in some fantasy situation where all the women were gorgeous and the Pastor got to fuck each and every one of them, two or three or more at a time if he wanted! All while laughing at me being out in some frozen wasteland thinking I was being a good charitable Christian and not some dupe! Almost a whole lifetime of lies and betrayal and moments of torment and torture and cruelly! Images and memories kept coming up! I could probably spend the next two decades thinking about the hurt.

And while I was thinking all this, and sometimes hurting so much I would just moan in pain, not knowing if anyone could hear me, I could hear people near the hotel, partying, laughing, coming down to the beach and playing in the surf. Everyone having a good time and not caring at all that I was in this cage. It was like a symbol of my whole life, everyone having fun and me being excluded and alone to deal with my hurt. It was so unfair! My whole life had been so unfair.

And now that my daughter had turned 16, it was unfair that the Pastor was fucking her too! It was like they set my whole life up so that I was so full of sexual desire, so lacking in satisfaction, that I actually thought about fucking my own teenage daughter! And she was so beautiful that it might have been hard to not think about fucking her even if I hadn’t spent my whole life being denied sex. I mean, she was so gorgeous. Her long legs, her big blue eyes, her long golden hair, her perfectly shaped round ass, and those tits!

Oh my God, my teenage daughter has such huge perfect tits! God, I want to put my cock between those tits! I want to tit fuck my daughter! I want to rub my cock all over her big round tits! I could practically see it, cum streaming out of my cock like a faucet, covering her in cum, drowning her in cum, her sweet angelic voice gurgling, “Daddy, daddy! Fuck me daddy!” as she sinks into a pool of my cum.

“Daddy?” I suddenly snapped to. I had been dreaming. I found it hard to tell the difference between dream and reality, I lost track of days and nights. I had no idea how long I had been in there. But, now, it was light out. I was hearing my actual daughter’s voice. It sounded so sweet and innocent, and for a brief moment I thought everything from the night before must have been a nightmare, but, I could feel the hard cold stone underneath me, and I could hear the surf, so I knew where I was.

I opened my eyes, and standing before me, just on the other side of the iron bars, was my little girl. She was a vision of beauty. She was wearing a tight crop top white shirt, incredibly skimpy jean shorts that showed off most of her ass, they were more like bikini bottoms, and she had tan heels on, that were very high and made her long perfect legs look even more lengthy. Her hair was relaxed and flowing but still somehow perfect as if a stylist had made it look deliberately casual, and her make up, I had never seen it like that, dark and alluring. Her full lips were glossy and I wanted to grab her and put my tongue in her mouth! I wanted to feel the warmth of my tongue against hers. God may condemn my soul forever, but, I wanted to fuck my sixteen year old daughter, and fuck her hard. I wanted to fuck my own teenage daughter so bad!

She looked at me coyly, and I realized she might be able to read on my face that I was letting my soul slip into evil thoughts. The Pastor may have perverted the Bible and God’s glory, but that didn’t make God himself and God’s love a lie! I realized I had to recover from temptation and such outrageously perverse thoughts. My own daughter! My little angel! Only 16 years old! I tried to think back to the night I first arrived. I remember having sinful thoughts, but I don’t think I actually admitted anything outloud, and so long as I didn’t, I felt I could find my way back to redemption, and maybe save my daughter and wife too!

“Daddy, just admit you want to fuck me,” Chastity said. “It’s okay daddy, every man wants to fuck me, it doesn’t matter what age they are.” While she talked, she rocked from side to side, she posed, she held up her breasts for me. She slowly, seductively moved into positions that emphasized her beautiful, sexy curves. She would hold her finger up against her lips, she would purse them and lick them. She would bend toward me so I got a full view of her deep cleavage between her big beautiful tits. She was tempting me, and the way she moved, it was like she was an expert.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair, daddy,” she said, “how every other man on the planet has a chance to fuck me, it’s okay for any man but you to want to fuck me. Isn’t that unfair daddy? You loved me and raised me, you helped me become this perfect fuckable woman, and yet you and only you are not allowed to touch me. Doesn’t that make you upset when you think about it? You, more than maybe any other man, know what a perfect angel I am, and yet you are not supposed to want me.” Her words were getting to me. It was unfair! It was unfair that the Pastor got to put his cock inside her, got to feel her press her body up against him with her big pillowy breasts squeezed in between the two of them, but I would never know that feeling.

She went on tormenting me with her words and her motions, “You’re mad at the Pastor, aren’t you, daddy? He knows what it’s like to feel my mouth go up and down his cock, and you don’t. You’ve never felt any women do it, and he’s had so many women, it’s not even that special for him. But, you know what daddy, I’m really, really good at it. Mom taught me how to do it, and she’s like an expert. You should see how she sucks other men’s dicks. Oops, I’m not sure I was supposed to tell you that she’s had other men beside the Pastor!” She giggled, and I knew she deliberately mentioned it to bother me.

“Everyone is having so much sex except you, daddy. But daddy, you know what?” She actually paused, waiting for me to respond.

So I said, “What?” just to see where her little game was going.

“I’ll let you fuck me daddy. The thing you want more than anything, you can actually do it. The Pastor said it was okay, mom said it was okay. I’ll let you fuck me daddy. You can fuck your daughter, daddy, just the way you wanted. I’ll let you do everything you want to me, over and over again. And I’ll show you how good I am at sucking cock. We can go up to one of the hotel rooms, and spend the whole day fucking, daddy. Look at my perfect body daddy. It doesn’t have to be you who is the only person not allowed to fuck me any more. Just admit that you want me, admit how much you want to fuck your daughter, even though I’m only 16, and it can happen. Are you ready to say it, daddy?”

I looked down, and so did Chastity, and we both could see from the tent in my khaki pants that I was hard as a rock. She giggled, and I bit my lip, trying to find some resolve. Of course I wanted to fuck her. The thought of spending the whole day fucking my sixteen year old daughter sounded so good. I had been dreaming for so long about seeing my cock up against her face, having her lick it, pushing my cock into her mouth. I imagined her choking on it as I slammed it down to the very base. I wanted it, I wanted it so bad!

But!

I couldn’t do it! Surely that was a sin! The Bible doesn’t actually say anywhere that a man should not fuck his daughter, but it has to be a sin! It has to be! And she was still so young! I had to hold on and be strong. My cock and every part of my body was fighting me to say yes, to fuck her like I fantasized about, but, I forced through some inner strength, and I looked up to her and I said, “No, sweetheart, you’re my daughter and you’re only 16 and it’s wrong.”

She slumped her shoulders slightly and pouted a little. “Daddy, you’re being silly. If you don’t admit it, it’s just going to get harder.”

“That’s right,” I heard the Pastor’s voice say, as he entered the cave. To my shock and surprise, he was completely naked, and his huge cock was hard and swaying heavily as he walked in. As he came up beside my daughter, she gave him a big kiss, and at the same time, put one of her hands around the shaft of his cock, the same way two lovers might hold hands, but so much more sexual. “I thought I taught you that honesty was the best policy,” The Pastor said with a chuckle, and Chastity giggled. “If you don’t admit you want to fuck your 16 year old daughter, then, you’re just going to stay here until you either admit it or starve to death.”

“You wouldn’t kill me,” I said, though I wasn’t sure. I think maybe I asked to test him. The Pastor said, “Oh, but I think you’re smart enough to have realized I could. You see, I actually own this whole island, and it’s part of a chain of islands run by a very corrupt government. The kind that makes its money from very dubious banking practices.”

While he was speaking to me, he started pissing on me, but it was as if he barely noticed he was doing it. He just started pissing, and the stream of piss just started to shoot through the metal bars and land on me. My daughter Chastity didn’t seem to flinch or even notice, as if she was so used to this happening that it didn’t merit her reaction. It was as if he just pissed whenever he felt like it, without the kind of social constraint normal people had. He started and stopped pissing because his body was ready to, and it was the world around him that had to cope. I recoiled back, but there wasn’t much room, and a lot of the piss spattered off the bars on the floor and got on to me. I was filthy anyway, from sleeping on the wet and dirty floor.

“So,” he continued speaking, without pause, as if there hadn’t been any reason to pause, “I have an agreement with them, and let’s just say that I can do what I want. You wouldn’t be the first man I’ve had to put down for misbehaving.”

Something about the way he had just pissed on me, so casually, just pissing without it being something you stop for, made an impact on me. He didn’t play by normal social rules, and he didn’t have to. Here, on this island, I think he certainly believed he could get away with anything, whether or not he really could was another question. However, by the time any consequences for his actions came up, it would be too late for me. I looked around the little cage I was in, and I considered my options. I also hadn’t eaten or slept well, and I can’t even tell you the stress I was under because of the heartache and shock of everything I learned. I felt that the whole world had gone mad. And, in a mad world, what did it matter if I went mad too?

And, frankly, everything was unfair. I had spend my whole life practically not having sex! The sex my wife deigned to have with me was not what you could reasonably call actual sex. It was all a big lie just to torture me. I had never got what I wanted, and now, I was being offered what I did want. Something I wasn’t supposed to want, but any man, even a man who had a normal sex life, would hardly refuse my daughter. She was perfect, with a young body that was practically sculpted by God himself for the purpose of fucking. No man could resist her, and me, who had never had sex, who had been teased and tempted by her for so long – now that I was actually being offered, and threatened with death if I didn’t! I don’t think there was any way I could resist.

“Yes! YES!” I said, and as the words came out, it unleashed a flow of honesty that could no longer be contained. “I want to fuck you Chastity! I want to put my cock in your mouth and in your pussy, and I want to cum all over you!”

“And say who she is to you,” The Pastor said with a big smile.

“I want to fuck my own daughter! My own hot, fuckable, perfect for sex, unbelievably gorgeous, 16 year old daughter. I’ve thought every thought about my daughter’s body that a father shouldn’t think! God! I can’t wait! I NEED TO FUCK MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER! I NEEEEEEED TO FUCK MY OWN HOT FUCKABLE 16 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!” I was grabbing at my dick through my pants, stroking myself, while staring at her, looking her up and down, imagining how my daughter would look writhing and moaning as I fucked her.

“Good, good,” The Pastor said, and my daughter Chastity clapped her hands excitedly. “Well then, let’s get you cleaned up. Can’t have you having the first decent sex of your life in the state you’re in! Hah hah hah!” Both the Pastor and my daughter laughed, and the way they did, it was clear they were laughing at me, sitting in a puddle of his piss, with the hardest erection I’ve ever had in my life that I was clutching at and stroking through my pants as I stared directly at my daughter’s perfect tits. She could tell I was doing that, and she crossed her arms just underneath them, squeezing them and holding them up for me. I bit my lip, it was almost too much, I worried that I might cum so I had to let go of my dick, and the two of them chuckled. “Don’t cum too soon,” The Pastor said, “save it for when you can smear it all over your daughter’s big beautiful tits!”

The two of them left, and as soon as they did, before I could even ask them where they were going, the two armed bodyguards came in, and they unlocked the door. They came in and picked me up, and roughly walked me out of the little cave. I was going to go willingly anyway, but they made a point of manhandling me constantly, to make it as if even the actions I wanted to do weren’t my choice. I was taken up off the beach and into the hotel, and brought to a room.

It was big and spacious, with one side almost completely open and overlooking the sea. It was a big luxury suite, everything was clean and white and clearly high quality and expensive. There was a huge bed, with soft white sheets spread smooth without a single wrinkle, so it looked like there was all the space one could hope for for sex. The two men stood there, and it seemed like I was just meant to wait, so I did. I was kind of anxious, because I felt an excitement build up inside me.

I was going to do it! What was just an impossible fantasy before, something so completely outside everything my world would allow, it was actually going to happen. It was better than winning the lottery. Winning the lottery, you’re not getting away with something, you’re not doing something that the world is set up to stop you from having. I was going to not only fuck one of the hottest women. I was not only going to get to do everything with a woman that I had always wanted to do. No, it was more than that, the hottest teenage girls in the world that I was going to do everything I wanted to was my own daughter. My own daughter! I never thought I’d be allowed to fuck my own daughter, and now I was going to.

And then she walked in. She had changed slightly. She was still wearing the tight white tank crop top that barely covered her huge firm tits. Her big tits pressed against and stretched the fabric, and on the sides, on the top, and even a little on the bottom, they peaked out around the edges. All the white tank top really succeeded in doing was pressing her tits together so that there was an impressive line of cleavage that I just wanted to bury my face in. She had replaced her tiny jean shorts with even skimpier white panties that exposed the whole of her ass, the lines of the panties emphasizing every perfect curve. And she was wearing white thigh high tights. She looked virginal and slutty at the same time.

I stepped toward her, almost as if my body couldn’t help itself, and I reached out to cup her perfect tits. I was going to grab them and shake them and jiggle them and feel their weight in my hands. But the two guards stopped me, and just as I did, The Pastor walked in behind her. He did what I had hoped to do, except, he stood behind her. He reached his arms around her, and, each hand cupping under one of her breasts, which were too big to be contained in anyone’s hands, he started jiggling her tits, playfully showing me their weight and how firm they were. He was still naked too, walking around the hotel like a God in his own kingdom. His thick meaty cock pressed into the small of my daughter’s perfectly arched back, just above her round ass, and she reached behind her to grasp it.

“You’re almost there,” The Pastor said. “Look at these perfect tits. And doesn’t she look nice and virginal, like a perfect little daughter? You just head into the bathroom there and have a shower and make sure you’re as clean as a whistle. Make sure you’re good and hard when you come back in, and your daughter Chastity will be right over there.” And as he said that, she dutifully walked over to the bed, and hopped up on it. She sat on the bed, leaning a little to the side, so her long blond hair fell gracefully to the side, and her long sexy legs were in full view. She gave me a look, sort of a pout, but inviting, like she was ready to fuck. My own daughter was seducing me!

I didn’t even need any more prompting. I didn’t need to say anything more or hear anything more. I practically ran into the bathroom, and got in the shower. Although I was in a hurry to get back into the bedroom and fuck Chastity, and jam my cock into her mouth, and see her big tits bounce with every thrust of my cock into her, I knew this moment had to be right. I did want to be as clean as possible, so I did everything to make sure that I was as clean as a person could be.

When I got out of the shower, I dried myself off impeccably. Then, there was a moment, I stood in front of the mirror, and I noticed I wasn’t erect. I think the heat of the shower, and also, I all the stress of the day before and not sleeping and not eating was catching up with me. I realized this whole situation was slightly mad, and I was going a little mad along with it. But, I was going to fuck Chastity. I was going to fuck my 16 year old daughter. As I thought it, my dick started to spring to life. And then, I realized, I didn’t have to hold back on anything anymore.

I slowly reached down, and I put my hand on my cock. I been led to believe all my life that masturbation was a sin against God and a crime against one’s own body. But, now I realized everything the Pastor had said to me was to just twist me into this sexual monster who wants to fuck his daughter. There were no rules. You might think this is nothing, but for me, it was a huge step. To think that I didn’t have to hold back, and yet a part of me found it hard to change.

And then I thought about fucking my daughter Chastity. My dream was coming true, and the more I focused on that, the more I found it easy to let go. I found myself clutching my dick and then stroking it, and then stroking it faster, and my dick got all wet, and I was getting frantic. And this is how I wanted to be! I wanted to be hard and wet and horny and ready to just fuck my daughter immediately. The next moment when i went through that door, I wasn’t going to be her sweet Christian father, I was going to be the man who was going to pound her young pussy with my rock hard dick.

I felt good, I felt powerful. I looked down at my cock and it was so hard, harder than I had ever seen it before in my whole life. The head was stretched perfectly to it’s maximum, a purple color at the absolute maximum it could be engorged. The shaft had veins that I don’t think I had ever seen before. It was throbbing anxiously. Part of me had worried that I might get too excited and cum to quickly, but in that moment I just knew I could fuck forever. I could fuck her for a day, and that’s exactly what I was going to do.

I was going to fuck my daughter until she cried and begged me to stop, until she was sore inside from so much fucking, and even then I was going to fuck her face and her big pillowy tits, and get cum on every square inch of her body, and make her swallow a bucket of my cum. My daughter was going to swallow my cum! My daughter! My daughter Chastity was going to SWALLOW HER FATHER’S CUM! STRAIGHT FROM MY COCK!!

I was ready, I was so ready, I opened the door to the bedroom, and everyone was gone except for beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, fuckable 16 year old Chastity! She was laying on the bed, on her side, looking out the window, looking innocent yet so hot. Even though she was made up like the perfect fuckable daughter, she was acting coy, acting innocent, playing the part of the little daughter who was about to be surprised by having her father fuck her!

I strode over to the bed my rock hard cock swinging side to side. Is this how the Pastor feels as he walks around everywhere, his cock freely swaggering? I felt like a God myself. I stood at the edge of the bed, my rock hard throbbing cock pointing straight at my daughter, and I said, “Chastity, come her and suck your father’s cock!”

She turned and looked at me, and then looked down at my cock and then she screamed, and pulled up the sheets to cover herself. “Daddy!! What are you doing?”

“What are you talking about?” I said, as I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her, “I’m going to fuck you! I’m going to fuck your mouth, and your pussy and your big, beautiful teenage tits!!”

“Oh my God, daddy! No!!” She said, and she pulled back to the headboard, and curled up in a sort of defensive fetal position. I grabbed her by the arms to pull them out of the way. I understood that she was playing a game, acting the role of an innocent daughter, a rape victim, but I don’t know if my mind even processed that was happening. I was so turned on and ready to fuck my daughter, I was like a train without breaks. I stood up on the bed, and bent my knees so that my cock was on a level with her face. I pressed it against her face and precum smeared across her beautiful soft cheeks.

“Suck it! Suck your daddy’s cock!!” I yelled, but she kept turning her head so that her mouth was away from my dick. I reached down and I grabbed her head on both sides, and then held her head in place so that she couldn’t move it away anymore. My cock, my throbbing hard cock, was just a couple inches away from her perfect luscious lips.

“Open your mouth!!” I yelled, and she shook her head as much as she could while I gripped her head. “Do it! Do as daddy says! SUCK YOUR DADDY’S COCK!!” I yelled. And then, she opened her mouth, and her gorgeous lips parted, and she put out her tongue a little bit, ready to receive me, and I looked down, and I took a moment, with my dick hovering just above her open mouth, and I thought, “OH MY GOD! IT’S HAPPENING! IT’S REALLY HAPPENING! I’M GOING TO PUT MY DICK IN MY DAUGHTER’S MOUTH! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S REALLY HAPPENING! OH MY GOD! MY BEAUTIFUL, HOT, BIG TITTED, FUCKABLE 16 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER IS ABOUT TO SUCK MY DICK!!”

And then I heard a noise behind me, the door burst open, and practical before I could turn around, I was tackled off the bed. And before I knew it both security men were on top of me, holding me down. They were dressed in their hotel concierge uniforms. I was confused, and still there was sexual energy coursing through me, so I couldn’t think straight.

I had never experienced coitus interrupts before, but now I understood what it meant. I just felt this momentum to keep going, to fuck Chastity, but all that momentum had nowhere to go and I felt anxious and angry. I struggled against the two men, but they were way more powerful than me, and they clearly knew moves to keep me tangled up.

And then, I heard my wife’s voice, “What on earth is going on in, OH MY GOD! Rob!! What have you done to our daughter?!”

And then I heard Chastity say, through tears as she was crying so hard it was hard to form words, “Mommy! He, he tried to rape me! Daddy tried to RAPE me!!” Through the haze in my brain, I started to understand what was going on. I was set up! They dangled Chastity in front of me and threatened me and set it up so I would go crazy! In a way, they had spent my whole life making me crazy when it comes to sex, and now they were making it look like I was out of control!

I said, “What? No! I didn’t,” and then one of the men slapped me with an open hand, but it wasn’t like when a woman slaps you, it was a powerful hit that twisted me around, and made a loud smack sound as it struck me.

“Shut up, and don’t say a word,” the man said.

The two bouncers started to shove me over to a lounge chair in the room and they sat me down. I sat there, naked, with my now semi erect dick, watching as my wife was comforting my daughter on the bed. She was holding her, and rocking her, while looking at me and saying, “I’ve suspected for a long time, you pervert, that you had lustful thoughts about our sweet Chastity, but I guess I never imagined you would be such a monster as to actually try something! She’s only 16 you monster!! You sick, sick man!!”

I was about to respond, but, one of the large men pressed his hand onto my shoulder, pushing me downward into the chair, and said, “Don’t say a word until the authorities get here.” And then he turned to my wife and said, “Maam, you should take your daughter somewhere safe.”

As my wife carefully took my daughter my daughter toward the door, she said, “You sick bastard! I thought you were a good Christian man, but that was all a lie! I’m going to make sure you never come close to your daughter ever again! You better not come back to America, or I’ll have you arrested for rape and incest and pedophilia!!” And then with that, My wife took my crying daughter out of the room. I was shocked at that last statement. Was this whole thing a ruse just to create a divorce? It seemed insane. If Maggie wanted to divorce me, she could have just done so. I couldn’t imagine there was enough reason to create this whole scenario just to ensure we would be apart.

I was too stunned to pull together in my mind an understanding of what was happening. I didn’t even realize that the two men were tying me down to the chair until they grabbed my arms and placed a zip tie around them so my wrists were firmly bound together. My legs were zip tied at the ankles to the legs of the chair, and there was a zip tie around my neck that made it so I couldn’t move forward or stand up. Lastly, they zip tied the bind on my wrists to the one around my neck, so I couldn’t lower my hands any further than mid chest. The two men stood up, and away, and then they walked out of the room. I was alone for a moment, and I tested my binds by pushing against them, and I discovered that the chair was somehow fixed to the floor, so I could barely move.

Then I heard the sound of one person clapping slowly, as the door opened, and in walked The Pastor, his huge cock standing straight out, hard as an iron pipe and swinging side to side as he stepped. My daughter was following close behind.

“Ah, that was perfect. You played the part better than we could have even hoped for.” As he spoke, he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, his massive cock sticking up and out from his lap like it was a kind of weapon he had. My daugher went to sit down with him, and as she did, he gently guided her by pulling her by holding her wrist so that she was sitting on one of this thighs, like a good little girl. As they sat, he would sometimes bounce her a little on his knee, and she teased the tip of his massive cock with her fingertips, getting them sticky with the precum that was constantly oozing out from the tip of his dick. She would sometimes pull her fingers up to her lips and lick the precum off of them.

“Your wife has just stepped out to the police station to file a report, and it will be filed with Interpol and police in your city will be notified as well. You’ll be branded a sick rapist who attacked his own teenage daughter, and you’ll never be able to go home ever again. And, in case you weren’t clear, we have security cameras in the corners of the room, and you could not have made a more damning video of yourself. We thought we might have to edit it in some way, but you were perfect. You’ve helped me to completely destroy your life! Completely! Bravo!” He sarcastically clapped his hands, as I glanced up to the sides and for the first time notices the semi circular glass domes on the ceiling with small red lights in them.

“Why are you doing all this?” I asked, and The Pastor laughed heartily while Chastity giggled playfully.

“All in good time, Rob, all in good time. There are more important matters at hand. Chastity, for example,” and as he said that, he turned to look at my daughter, who was still wearing the all white skimpy clothing she was wearing before, and he cupped her breast and jiggled it appreciatively, as if checking its weight. “Now that we’ve seen how much you would pervert the whole notion of being a father by wanting to fuck your very own teenage daughter, I have a secret to tell you. But before I tell you, I want you to reflect on how much you were willing to give up for the opportunity to fuck her. You were so desperate after nearly forty years of no sex, you would have risked ruining your marriage, risked losing your family, the respect of your friends. You were so excited to have a chance to fuck the one woman you wanted to fuck the most, the one girl you knew you shouldn’t fuck. All that, and, you don’t even know the irony of it all. You want to know something that will turn your world upside down? Something that Chastity doesn’t even know yet, because I’ve been waiting until the perfect moment to tell her?”

The Pastor paused and waited, enjoying the anticipation in the room. Chastity looked excited, like a person expecting a surprise birthday gift. I didn’t want to say anything, because I didn’t want to be a part of his games anymore. But, he had all the time to wait, and as he did, he enjoyed Chastity tickling his cock and lightly kissing and licking him around his lips. “What is it?” I finally asked.

“Before I get to that,” The Pastor said, frustrating me more by not even answering after that long wait, “Chastity, why don’t you go over to Rob and remind him a little of the forbidden desire that he yearns for so much.” Immediately upon the Pastor’s command, Chastity came over and stood in front of me. She was so tall, graceful and authoritative as she stood above me with her legs apart and her hands on her hips. She looked down, and smirked, and I looked down, and I saw my dick was as hard as it had been before. It was standing straight up, fully engorged, a tiny bit of precum seeping out, and throbbing almost painfully it was so hard. Coyly, Chastity lowered herself so that she was on her knees on the way down, her big tits passing just over my cock, just out of reach, as she went. Then she was kneeling in front of my dick, and she looked up at me. No part of her was every touching me, I never felt her glowing soft skin. She smiled her big beautiful smile at me, and then she opened her mouth, with her tongue in position like she might take my dick in her mouth. She lowered her heard, brushing her hair out of the way so I could see perfectly, and she lowered her open mouth toward my dick. I strained my hips to thrust upward to put my dick in her mouth, but she was just out of reach.

I strained and twisted, and I mumbled, “please!”

“Aw, daddy, what do you want? Tell me exactly what you want?” she cooed, so sexily.

“I want my cock in your mouth! PLEASE! I WANT MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH!!”

She said, “You want whose cock in whose mouth?”

My voice trembled, as I had given up on all pride and just given in to my desires, even if they weren’t going to get met, “I WANT TO PUT MY DICK INSIDE MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER’S MOUTH! I WANT MY 16 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER TO SUCK HER DADDY’S DICK! PLEASE BABY GIRL! PLEASE SUCK YOUR FATHER’S DICK!!”

“Aw, daddy, you want it so bad, don’t you?” And with that she suddenly moved downward as if she was really going to do it, she surprised me with her motion as she brought her full luscious lips within less than a quarter of an inch of the head of my dick! I could feel her warm breath, I could feel the presence of her tongue nearby! And then she suddenly pulled up and giggled.

“But what about my big tits daddy? Don’t you want to play with my big round tits?”

I screamed, “YES! YES! I WANT TO PUT MY COCK BETWEEN YOUR TITS! BETWEEN MY DAUGHTER’S TITS! MY DAUGHTERS HUGE BOUNCY TITS! I WANT TO FUCK MY OWN DAUGHTER’S TEENAGE TITS!!”

“But daddy,” she said, so sweetly, and as if she was innocent, and she stood up, and turned around, and bent over so that her perfectly shaped ass was in my face, and I could see the outline of my daughter’s pussy through her thin white panties. “Daddy, don’t you want to fuck me? Don’t you want to pound my pussy all day long? Remember you said you wanted to fuck me all day. Don’t you want to fuck your daughter, daddy?”

“YES! YES! OH GOD! GOD IN HEAVEN ABOVE THERE’S NOTHING I WANT MORE THAN TO FUCK MY 16 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER! I WANT TO PUT MY DICK INSIDE MY OWN DAUGHTER’S TEENAGE PUSSY! I WANT TO FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU! I NEED TO FUCK MY DAUGHTER! I NEED IT! I NEEEEEEEEEED IT!!”

I was writhing and wriggling with my back arched as much as I could so my cock was as high up as it could go while I was tied to the chair, and I was moving side to side which made my cock swing side to side. It was like I was shaking it at her, begging her to take hold. She stood up, looking back at me with a satisfied smile, and then walked back toward the Pastor. She sat back on his knee, her legs together in a coy pose of an innocent girl, one hand gently tickling his gargantuan cock and getting his precum all over her fingers.

As I sat there still squirming with sexual desire that had no