The Faithfulness series contains a lot reference to daddy/daughter incest. Some people don’t like that, so, if you don’t, this may not be for you.

My name is Harold, I’m 34 years old, and you might have thought that I had a perfect life. I had a good paying job, a big house, good friends, a good community, a strong faith at a good church. And an especially beautiful family. My wife Cindy is the same age as me, and my daughter, Faith, is 16 now. My wife has slightly darker skin and long hair that has tight curls in it, and my daughter, though lighter skinned, looks much the same. They both have dark eyes that are mesmerizing and seductive, full beautiful soft lips, long legs, tiny waists, fit strong bodies, and both of them have huge, impressive, round, firm, giant tits that absolutely command the attention of everyone. They both like to dress to show off their perfect bodies and enormous tits, but not in a trashy way. They both wear expensive and stylish clothes that I can afford to get for them.

You might think that it’s a little strange for a man to talk about his daughter in such terms. It’s normal for a man to be proud of his wife’s captivating beauty, but a man should not look at his own daughter with the same eyes. And I would agree with you, but mine is a strange story, and you will come to understand why I describe my own teenage daughter this way.

You would be wrong if you thought I was hoping to have sex with my daughter. As much as I couldn’t help but notice her dizzying sexuality, I never would have considered it. Not just because it’s a sin for a father to want to fuck his daughter, but, I was raised to believe sex with anyone was a sin. That’s right, I was celibate! I didn’t even have sex with my gorgeous wife! And I thought that was normal! I mean, of course I knew that most husbands had sex with their wife, but, I was raised to believe I was on an extra special path of devotion to the Lord, like some kind of saint! I was a virgin up until I married my wife, even though we were together in high school, having met in Bible study class. We wore purity rings and dedicated ourselves to being pure for each other. And then after that we only engaged in the most minimal type of procreation for the purpose of having our child, and then after that, we didn’t even have that kind of sex, if you could even call it sex! It was more like insemination!

Everyone in the community was a devout member of the church, but me and five friends were part of an inner circle of extra devout members. We didn’t have a special designation or anything, but our circumstances were a little different from everyone else. When we were teenagers, we were all part of a bible study group run by our Pastor. He only selected especially devout kids from our school to be a member, so it was considered quite an honor.

The Pastor also ran a bible study group for a group of girls, and they were the most beautiful girls, not just in the school, but I dare to say, the most beautiful girls anywhere. Tall, leggy, fit, sexy, and with the biggest tits. The Pastor arranged for the boys and girls from the bible groups to meet, and we all ended up marrying, and having children together soon after, when we were 18. So, five of us had girls, only one of us had a boy.

The way it went was Rob married Maggie with the blue eyes and blond hair, and they had a daughter named Chastity. Steve married Kate with the intense blue eyes and dark wavy hair, and they had a son named Simon. Then there was Ophelia with light brown and hair light brown eyes who married Jonas and had a daughter named Angelica. Lai, the Asian woman with long straight black hair, married Tommy and had a daughter named Joy. And lastly there was Sasha with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. She was to be married to a boy named Charles, who one day disappeared under strange circumstances. Later Charles was replaced with another boy named Connor, and they had a daughter named Grace.

The daughters grew up to be every bit as stunning and beautiful as their mothers, and all of our families were looked at with envy, as if we were living the perfect lives, because our intense faith and devotion had earned God’s favor! I wasn’t having sex with my drop dead perfect wife, and I thought it was because I was better off than other men! I know that sounds like the sin of pride, but I don’t mean it that way. I just thought that it wasn’t me who was on the unusual path, I was on the path God meant for all of us if we chose to be in His glory, and it was society that had gone astray from God’s light! I thought I was being normal, and everyone else was deserving of pity for failing to live up to their potential! When I saw the look of something not right in the eyes of the other men in our congregation married to these goddesses of sexual perfection, I just assumed they were struggling with the challenge of making their earthly bodies live up to the calling of their spirits. It was only normal, of course, for our life to be a challenge, as Satan had made the world a challenging place. And our wives, as gorgeous as they were, were an extra challenge, which I saw as being an opportunity to prove ourselves to God that much more!

However, as years went on, I noticed in the community there were some strange things. Maybe I was stupid for being blind to the signs! Even though our neighborhood seemed to be so blessed, some people seemed to fall by the wayside, and fall hard. For example, Charles, who was originally in our bible study group when we were teenagers, one day disappeared. Weeks later, a video surfaced of him masturbating, and cumming into his own mouth! The whole time he was screaming about being in love with Sasha, and it was as if he had lost his mind somehow. It was a huge scandal at the school, and at the time we thought that he had failed to live up to God’s plan. The Pastor made sure that we understood that he couldn’t withstand God’s tests, and we too would surely go mad if we didn’t stay intensely devout. We believed the Pastor, and if anything, seeing Charles behave so insanely made us fearful of what might happen to us if we left God’s light.

However, more things kept happening over the years. There were some suicides, starting in our school. Some kids ran away, there were some divorces. And, as I now can see, there was always a connection. Boys committed suicide professing their love for these perfect women in our community that I and my Bible study friends had married. Men who divorced their wives did it out of obsession for these women. My wife was the object of much adoration, and it seemed like any man who adored her met with some kind of disastrous fate, his life in ruins, sometimes ending up in jail, or suicide. It seems so extreme, and maybe it should have been suspicious, but, I can only tell you that when you view life a certain way, you can make anything make sense! I just thought that these men, and sometimes women who aspired to be like my wife and her friends, simply broke under an internal spiritual strain, that inside of them was some kind of problem that broke them when they were confronted by women so perfect, such good Christians, that by comparison their life must have seemed so bleak.

There were some strange goings on that I was vaguely aware of, but, I was so secure in my life, my loving beautiful and charming wife, and my friends, that I was sure that nothing could be wrong. Also, if you looked at my wife, and her friends, the way they smiled, the way they seemed happy all the time, it was like they emitted a light of goodness that you couldn’t imagine them as being anything other than a model for the perfect Christian life.

And then there was the Pastor. Tall, stately, his bald head somehow making him ageless and at the same time mature and worldly. He was also always happy, exuding a confident form of happiness that couldn’t help but convince you that what he preached must have some merit to it, because clearly it was working for him. He was the one who taught me and my friends from when we were all in his Bible study class to remain chaste and pure for our wives, to avoid sexual indulgence. He looked so content with life, that it made us all want to be with him! And we were so convinced, that no matter what, we trusted him. It was as if he could say he was going to go on vacation with your own wife and sleep in the same bed with her, and you would trust that nothing would happen, that your wife would come back even more devoted to you, because he was such an unquestionably Godly man who would never, ever do anything sinful. In fact, there were so many times that The Pastor would be in the company of my wife, of my friend’s beautiful wives, and then later our daughters! He would be in my house when I wasn’t there, he would go places with my wife without me, and I never questioned it!

How wrong I was! How completely, horribly, terribly wrong I was!

Things changed completely with what happened to my good friend Rob. It was normal in our community that the men and women in the “inner circle” went out to do good work around the world, which often involved a lot of hard labor in grueling conditions. However, one year Rob confided in me that he was going to surprise his wife and daughter by going to where they were instead of where he was assigned to go. When he told me, I thought nothing of it, just a man trying to surprise his wife and daughter, but then he disappeared. We never heard from him again, but, sometime after his stunning big breasted wife and teenage daughter returned from their trip in the loving care of the Pastor, a video surfaced that showed Rob trying to rape his own daughter, Chastity! It sent shock waves throughout the community, as Rob was one of the more inner circle group, like me, of the most devout men in the congregation!

Like any father, I would worry about boys being too aggressive with her, but like my wife, boys who seemed to get too involved, often found themselves so disappointed that she would not return their advances that they seemed to fall away into despair and do more harm to themselves than anyone else. However, when the video of Rob surfaced, my fears for Faith’s general well being and safety took on a new dimension. What if Rob was the kind of monster who had tried to do something inappropriate with my daughter when she had one of her many sleepovers at Rob and his wife Maggie’s house when growing up? What if there were other men like Rob in the community? Was it the denial of sex for all his life that had broken Rob? And if so, what about all the men in our community who tried to walk the same path? Might some of them break?

Then there was Steve. He confided to me that he wanted to find out what happened to Rob, because it was all so out of character. I wasn’t so convinced that there was anything more to the story, but, I encouraged him to follow the path that he needed to follow. He ended up traveling to find out where the incident with Rob and his daughter occurred, and while he was away, his son Simon, suddenly left for a school in Europe. Which sounds like a good thing, but when Steve got back, he wouldn’t talk about where Simon was or how he was doing. It was as if he was scared to talk about him. And then Steve started to behave odd. He had that look I spoke to, of being constantly under stress of some kind but trying to pretend that he was living a perfect life.

At his house, there were signs that things were strange. We all live in a suburban neighborhood where all the houses are in cul-de-sacs and were all built at the same time, so they’re all very similar. On top of that, because we all have similar lives, our home decorations tend to be similar as well. For example, we all have fireplace in our living room, and above that, we all have large professional photos of our family, which we tend to keep current. In Steve’s house, sometime after getting back from his trip, he replaced his family picture with one of his wife with the Pastor! He and his son weren’t even in the picture! And there was something strangely intimate about the way The Pastor was in the picture, with his arms around Kate, and she was dressed more sexy than in previous pictures, with a tight dress that and that was off both shoulders and barley covered her huge attention grabbing massive tits. I asked Steve about it one time, and he said he wanted to show the Pastor appreciation for how he’s been a mentor and how he’s basically been a part of the family for so long. I could tell when he told me that that he was holding something back, that he wanted to tell me something more, but that he couldn’t. I didn’t press it.

My wife and I were over to play cards one night, and I went to use the upstairs bathroom, as Steve’s wife Katie was already using the downstairs guest bathroom. I walked by their bedroom, and, of course, I consider their privacy, and I would not go poking my nose in their business. In fact, because I knew Steve to be one of the inner circle of our congregation, one of the men who wore purity rings with his now wife Katie, I wouldn’t even think there would be any funny business to poke my nose into. But, as I was coming back out of the bathroom I walked by their master bedroom, the door was slightly ajar, and I think my eye must have caught something that registered on some level. Have you ever been sure you saw something even though you can’t actually bring up the image in my mind. I walked by their room, which was dark and I couldn’t see clearly anyway, I felt I saw something somewhat shocking. I stopped, stepped back, and feeling very guilty for what I was about to do, I quietly and carefully pushed the bedroom door open a little more so more light would be let in. What I saw shocked me!

I had seen inside Steve and Katie’s bedroom before, just by happenstance, and he had shown me this painting he had done that he was quite proud of, precisely because he wasn’t really a painter, it was just something he had done in college. It hung on the wall immediately opposite their king sized bed. But, now that painting was gone, and in it’s place was this huge, bigger than a poster sized photograph, perfectly framed and professionally made. And it was a picture of a man’s penis! An incredibly large penis, fully erect and dripping clear fluid from the tip! The penis spanned horizontally from one end of the picture to the other, and it looked so hard, so heavy, so imposing that I thought maybe it was some kind of computer generated picture or something, thought it was so realistic it just seemed to be a real photograph.

It wasn’t just that the poster itself was big that made it a large penis! No, you could tell by the proportions of the image that in real life, this erect penis was especially big, long, and thick, more than normal men! I can’t tell you how shocked I was! At the time, I could only assume that it was Steve’s, but why they would have a picture of it up on the wall was beyond me. And, to be honest, something told me that it wasn’t his! Maybe it was the skin tone or just the shape of the portion of pelvis visible, it just didn’t seem like Steve’s. My mind raced with explanations. One I thought was that maybe Steve and Katie were not as pure and chaste as they said they were. Maybe they were engaged in some kind of sexual lifestyle that they were keeping to themselves. I couldn’t understand it, but I rushed away from the bedroom, putting the door back as I found it.

And then as I walked back toward the dining table where were playing our game, I looked into the living room and saw the picture of the Pastor with Steve’s wife Katie, and, my intuition immediately made the connection that the picture of the penis in their bedroom was of the Pastor’s. But, and maybe I’m a fool for not listening to my intuition, but I immediately thought that was ridiculous. Why on earth would Steve have a picture of the Pastor’s penis in his room? And at the time, I was actually more concerned with why the Pastor would have his penis photographed like that, let alone let another man put it up on his wall! Seems so ridiculous now, but that’s how I saw it, that it must be Steve doing all these strange things, not the Pastor!

I wonder if I was foolish for not seeing the truth then, but, how could I have known! I was distracted for the rest of the night, and the next day, I went to speak to the Pastor. Knowing now what I know, I feel so foolish! The Pastor was at the center of so many of my concerns, after all, he was so involved in our lives, he was always meeting the wives and daughters of me and my friends. Looking back, I was even aware before everything changed that all the people who had their lives ruined all had a connection to the Pastor as well. If someone had committed suicide, the Pastor had been counseling them beforehand. If someone had a divorce, the Pastor was mediating their marriage. If someone lost their job and was destitute, it had been the Pastor who was mentoring them. It seems so obvious now! But, at the time, I grew up believing that all these people had simply failed to live up to The Pastor’s help and guidance! That it was THEIR fault! And with all the smiling, gorgeous, beauties all around the Pastor that seemed to be shining examples of what was possible if one followed the Pastor’s teaching, the delusion was too easy to fall into.

Which makes it all the more ironic to me now that I went to visit the Pastor and talk to him in his office inside the church. Just as I came in, Joy, the daughter of my friends Lai, the gorgeous Chinese woman with huge tits, one of the inner circle of beauties I had known since high school, and my friend Tomy, came out of the Pastor’s office, wearing her school uniform. I had to admit, as she smiled and walked by, I turned to look at her, her perfect ass just barely visible from underneath her short plaid skirt. She was only sixteen, just like my own daughter, but, she was, like so many women in our circle of friends, so beautiful and sexy that there was an attraction that cut through social boundaries.

I went to his office, and after greetings, sat down across from the Pastor and said, “Pastor, I have thoughts I can’t seem to shake. Something seems wrong in our neighborhood, our community. For a long time, I’ve been noticing things, things that I could dismiss, but, recently, a few things have come up that I can’t explain. Pastor, I need to ask you, why does Steve have a picture of you and his wife in his living room?”

The Pastor looked completely unsurprised, not even particularly concerned, as if I was asking about the weather, when he answered, “Steve thought that would be a nice gesture, as gratitude to me for helping him to reach a whole new level of service to God. He’s living a truly blessed life now, and, it’s a little embarrassing for me, but, in an act of ultimate humility he took himself out of the picture, and in great admiration of how I brought him closer to the light, he put me in. It’s a little silly, I know, but, I can’t say I don’t appreciate it.” I could tell in the Pastor’s tone that he wasn’t at all embarrassed. He was saying it because he knew he should, but, at the same time, I could tell he was pleased that Steve had done this “gesture of gratitude”, although at the time, it made sense to me that the Pastor could have brought Steve to some kind of newer level of faith. In fact, I believed that idea so much that I wanted it too!

I asked, “A new level of service to God? Could you teach me?” I asked with such ernestness, I’m almost embarrassed to think of it now. The Pastor looked at me very seriously, I could tell he was sizing me up, considering.

At long last, he spoke, saying, “I don’t think you’re ready, Harold. The things you need to endure, I think are too much. I’ll tell you a secret, Harold, something that no one knows.” I leaned in, excited to know what this could possibly be. The Pastor continued, “The truth is that Rob tried to reach that level. And it broke him. Now, he is shunned from the community for the most heinous act of having tried to rape his own teenage daughter. To reach the level that Steve is on is risky and I just don’t feel at this time that you are capable of handling it.” I lowered my head in disappointment. But, also, my brow furrowed in confusion. Why would not being able to achieve a new level of service to God twist a man so much that he would try to rape his own daughter?

I looked up and, I had to brace myself to try and find the courage to ask my next question. What I wanted to know seemed both connected and not at the same time, and I felt I was treading on someone else’s secrets. I looked at the Pastor, and quietly asked, “Does this new level of service to God have something to do with the picture that Steve and Katie have on their bedroom wall?” The Pastor leaned back a bit, not surprised, as nothing seemed to ever surprise him, but my question did seem to make him think more.

The Pastor said, “You mean the picture of the impressively large cock?” I was surprised to hear the Pastor use such words. I nodded, as I felt I was now on to something if the Pastor knew. “Yes, Harold, it does have something to do with Steve’s new life. It’s at the very center of his new life. As you know, sexual abstinence is at the very center of men like Steve’s devotion to The Lord, just as it is for you. That picture has great significance to how he expresses his obedience. I can’t tell you more about that picture without inviting you into the most inner circle of our congregation, and, I am just not sure you are ready.” I felt so crushed to hear the Pastor saying I wasn’t ready! Keep in mind that I was in my late thirties, and had given up on having sex my ENTIRE life, in spite of all the normal urges a man has, and especially those urges challenged by spending every night in bed pressed up against the huge soft pillowey tits of my big breasted gorgeous wife. Can you even imagine? Imagine your fantasy woman, the woman you desire most in the world, and imagine sleeping beside her every night, spending every day in her presence, watching her gorgeous curves with every move she makes, and never, ever, once having sex with her. I think in some ways, that intense commitment to celibacy in spite of the temptation made me a little crazy! I felt I had sacrificed a whole life in devotion to God, so to have the Pastor say I was not ready, was almost unacceptable to me! I don’t know if you can imagine a whole life of never having had the pleasure of a woman, but, a man would not do that if he didn’t believe it was truly in service to something greater, and if there was another level, I wanted it! I wasn’t going to give up so much just to only go half the distance! I wanted it all!

I said, even though it degraded me a little to beg, “Please Pastor! Please allow me the chance! I know I can do it, whatever it is! I will do anything to be closer to God! ANYTHING! PLEASE PASTOR! PLEASE, FOR MY SOUL’S SAKE! IF THERE’S ANY WAY TO GET CLOSER TO THE ASSEMBLY OF THE LORD, I’LL DO IT!!” The desperate nature of my please seemed to have an effect on the Pastor. He smiled a little, and leaned back in his chair, and looked at me for a long time, thinking. But then, he shook his head.

The Pastor said, “No, sorry, Harold. It’s just too extreme. If I even told you what you have to do, you would leave this office disillusioned with the church and you would be even further from God! I can’t do that to you!” I couldn’t believe the Pastor was saying no! Unfortunately, instead of convincing me of what he was saying, that I wasn’t ready, it only made me more determined! I actually got down in front of his desk, on my knees, and I clasped my hands in a prayer position.

I begged, “PLEASE PASTOR! PLEASE I WILL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING YOU SAY! I WANT TO BE IN GOD’S LIGHT! NO MATTER WHAT! NO MATTER WHAT!!” I was actually crying I and my face was flush I was so intent and emphatic about what I was saying. The Pastor nodded slightly, as he seemed to come to believe I really was willing to do anything to get closer to God’s glory.

The Pastor said, “Alright, Harold, I can see you are serious, so, I am willing to risk bringing you in to the inner circle. But, I have to warn you of two things. One is that you can not speak to anyone of the things we discuss here. The other is, even me telling you what you have to endure means you are on the path from which there is no turning back. If you do not obey completely right from when I even tell you of what is to happen, then there are grave, grave consequences. Both for your Earthly life and your immortal soul. Not only will you be excommunicated from the congregation, to never see your friends and family again, but you may find you end up in a life full of suffering you can’t even imagine now. Not to mention you may find yourself on a path straight to hell. You can’t imagine now the struggle you will have to endure to avoid these horrible consequences. But, say the word, and I will reveal to you the path to higher glory. Consider it VERY SERIOUSLY, Harold. I can not warn you enough. You can not know what it is until you do it, and once you know, you can not turn back. You can not even ask why, for questioning the will of the Lord is itself a lack of faith. I’m serious, Harold. You have to go into this unquestioningly, obediently, no matter how much it may hurt you, or anything. You will face a great challenge of your soul, and if you ever ask me why you must endure it, then that question alone will shut the door to Heaven for your soul forever.”

The Pastors words scared me to my core, to my soul! However, I had grown up all my life believing in this man! Believing and following his words to the letter. All around me it seemed that anyone who followed his words were happy on Earth and destined for heaven, and anyone who did not live up to his preaching had a miserable life and was destined to hell. I believed him almost as if he were the Messiah himself! I was actually thrilled, excited, that after so many years of obedience, to discover there was more I could do! To know that there was yet more I could do to have the Lord’s love! It was like thinking you’re out of beer in the fridge, only to discover your wife had bought a whole case that you didn’t know was there! But on a massive scale! The scale of my whole life and my soul!

I didn’t even hesitate, that’s how much I was committed to the Pastor, I practically yelled, “YES! Pastor, there is no doubt in my heart whatsoever! I will do anything for the Lord! And I trust you to lead me to him! You’re the shepherd, and I am the sheep! Show me the way! I will do it! I will do it unquestioningly!” The Pastor smiled, and I think I had convinced him that I was serious. There was a long pause, and it wasn’t that the Pastor was still considering, it was that he was savoring the moment. At the time, I thought he was savoring the fact that he had helped mentor such a devoted follow. Now I know he was savoring my foolishness!

At long last, the Pastor, relaxed and satisfied sitting at his desk, said, “Alright, Harold, if you truly want to reach the next level, then this is the moment. From here, right now, there is no turning back. Do you understand? You are now across the line, Harold. Are you truly ready to hear what must happen next?” I nodded so hard I risked breaking my spine. The Pastor said, “Well, then Harold, I’m going fuck your wife.”

My jaw dropped, and I could feel all the blood drain from my face so that I must have gone pure white. “Wh-wh-what?” I said, meekly. Of course I heard the words, but, I don’t know what I expected, but I definitely did not expect that! I thought maybe I would have to endure some physical punishment, like some kind of flagellation like I’ve heard some extreme Christians do. Or maybe that I would have to give up all my possessions and live in total poverty. But, that the Pastor would have sex with my wife, was completely unimaginable to me. And then, as the thought of it sunk in, I thought about how I never really had sex with my wife, just this rudimentary copulation so that we could have our child. Of course, I always wanted to have intimate and sensual relations with my wife, and not doing it was a suffering, but part of what made it bearable was knowing that my wife was chaste with me. For my wife to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh without me, made me feel a kind of jealousy and pain that hurt all the more for how much I had never imagined it could be something in my life.

But! I knew that to question the Pastor was to be denied the path to God’s Glory! He made that all too clear! I couldn’t imagine how the Pastor having sex with my wife would somehow help my soul. So, I was careful to ask questions so that I would understand the situation better, without questioning the underlying reasons. I asked, “Do you mean, you will have sex with Cindy the way I had, just missionary position, with her wearing full length pajama’s to cover her beauty, and just to impregnate her?” I said everything in a weak and hoard voice.

The Pastor smiled broadly, “No, no Harold. Not like that at all. I am going to pound your wife’s pussy for hours. She’s going to suck my cock, take my big dick between her massive pillowy tits and tit fuck me until I cum on her face. She’s going to pleasure me for hours, for as long as I want. She’s going to dress up for me, presenting herself to her best ability to make my cock hard. I’m going to make her scream with pleasure as she cums again and again while she lovingly kisses me with her tongue pressed into my mouth. It’s going to be the wildest, most passionate, pornographic sex that you have never had. It’s going to be everything you could possibly wish to do with your wife, but it’s going to be me taking it from her, and her giving her all to service my huge cock! HAH HAH HAH!!” The Pastor was explaining with such sadistic pleasure, I was sure it had to be a test, that this wasn’t really going to happen, he was just testing my reaction. He was deliberately pushing me to see if I would question him. It was just to extreme to be true! And yet, at the same time, I felt there was something true. And then a thought struck me that made me realize why I knew it was true.

My voice so weak, drained of all energy from hurtful feelings I never knew could exist, I asked, “Pastor, is that picture in Steve’s bedroom of your, of your, of your penis?” The Pastor let out a mighty laugh.

The Pastor said, “HAH HAH HAH!! Yes, that huge massive cock is mine! God has endowed me with a cock made in his own image. Impressive, isn’t it? So, when I tell you I’m going to make your wife scream with pleasure, that’s the cock you can imagine ramming in and out of her. Let that image burn into your mind, Harold. That’s the cock that is going to fuck your wife, over and over, again and again! HAH HAH HAH!!” I couldn’t believe how much his attitude changed. He always seemed so sympathetic, so kind. And now he seemed so sadistic, so evil!

I asked again, “You mean, this won’t just be one time?” My question struck the Pastor as truly funny.

Having to catch his breath from laughing, the Pastor said, “HAH HAH HAH, no, you foolish idiot! I will fuck your wife whenever and however I want. And, before you ask, no, nothing changes for you. You stay chaste for the Lord, or you go straight to Hell! HAH HAH HAH! Now, this is going to be a process, where we’ll start with your wife coming to see me, and then later I’ll fuck her in your bed, and there will be more.” I shuddered to think of what more there could be more of, and then, a horrific thought crossed my mind! I just saw Joy, Lai and Tommy’s daughter, come out of the Pastor’s office. My eyes widened, I didn’t know if I should even ask, but, I couldn’t help myself, the words came out of me as I thought them, almost like an automatic reaction.

I stuttered, “You, you, you mean, you mean my daughter, Faith?” As soon as I said it, I wish I hadn’t, because even though it was silly to think I had any influence, I didn’t want to think I had given the Pastor any ideas.

The Pastor said, “HAH HAH HAH! I like the way you think, Harold! Your daughter does have some truly delicious big juggs, and her sweet little sixteen year old body is already fully developed into the kind of body I want to drench in cum. I should definitely fuck her too! HAH HAH HAH! What made you want to suggest that? Have you been thinking about fucking your hot teenage daughter? You’d be a fucking idiot if you didn’t, because there’s no way any man could look at those huge bouncing tits on that sweet sixteen year old frame and not want to fuck her hard. I would imagine that being her father would make it that much MORE enticing! Is that the case, Harold? Do you want to fuck your hot teenage daughter?”

I blushed at the thought of it. Of course I noticed how Faith had become so desirable, so much so that it would make me have thoughts a father shouldn’t have, but I didn’t ACTUALLY want to fuck my own daughter, did I? And was the Pastor really suggesting that it would be exciting to fuck one’s own daughter? I felt this MUST be a test, so I meekly said, “No, I, I, don’t want to fuck my daughter.” The Pastor laughed again and said, “Then you’re a fucking idiot. If she were my daughter, I’d be raping her every night. Like I’m going to be raping her from now on! HAH HAH HAH!”

My mind was spinning, as it was like the world was upside down. I asked the Pastor, “And what about what my wife and daughter want? What if they don’t not agree?” In response to this, the Pastor laughed so hard, his eyes got a little wet with tears. After he satisfied himself laughing, he got up, and went to a closet in the room, a dark oak closet that was very deep. As he walked over, he spoke to me.

The Pastor said as he moved around the room, “Well, Steve, let’s make it a point for you to convince them. Tonight, you’re going to go home and tell your wife and your daughter that YOU want me to fuck them. At the same time, in a threesome! HAH HAH HAH!! I can see it now, both of their luscious lips licking my cock! You’re not going to take no for an answer! And, to help you along, you’re going to take this with you! HAH HAH HAH!” The Pastor pulled out of his closet a huge, framed picture of his gigantic hard and dripping cock, exactly like the one I saw in Steve’s room! He seemed to have others in the closet, which was my first hint that what was happening to me and Steve would happen to others. He handed it to me, with the picture side facing toward me, so I could get a full view of his massive dick. “This should help win them over. Tell them that this is the cock that is going to fuck them until they scream to stop, and then I want you to hang it in your room. You hang it up, not your wife, not your daughter, you. When you do, I want you to take the time to admire this picture with your wife and daughter, so you can think hard about them being fucked with it. And, I want you to record the whole process of you telling them so that I’m sure you do it with appropriate sincerity! Hah hah hah!! Now, get going, the sooner we begin, the sooner I can get my cock into your wife’s beautiful cunt and make your daughter lick my shaft as I do!! HAH HAH HAH!!” As he said his last sentence, he patted me on the back, in a friendly way, as if we had just made some kind of good business deal.

I stood up and walked to the door, feeling broken. The Pastor had warned me that what I was to endure would be harder than I could imagine, and it literally was. I went along with it, fully trusting that there was some kind of point to all of it, that at some point the curtain would come up and it would all be revealed to be a big test of some kind. I didn’t know how far it would go, and for how long, and how much I would suffer, but that’s what kept me going, the idea that no matter how cruel the Pastor was acting, or how extreme his “tests” were, that it was all some kind of act to test me like Job in the Bible.

I turned when I reached the door, and asked the Pastor, “Is this what is happening to Steve, too? You’re, you’re having sex with his wife?”

The Pastor sat back at his desk and answered, “Yes, I’m fucking Katie. I love making her huge tits bounce when she rides my cock.”

Then I asked, “And Rob’s wife Maggie and daughter Chastity too? Is Rob also part of this difficult path to be closer to God?”

The Pastor said, “I’m living in Rob’s house, sleeping in his bed, fucking his wife, and fucking his daughter. Hah hah hah! But, while Rob is also under my guidance toward God’s holy light, you should take note that his path is much more difficult, and should be a warning to you. If you obey and do all that is required of you, you can stay and have the comforts of home just as Steve does. If you disobey, you will have to go on the stricter path, like Rob, and it is very, very unpleasant.”

I was shocked, and I asked, “So, you know where Rob is? You’re, you’re KEEPING him somewhere?” The Pastor looked very satisfied.

The Pastor said smugly, “Rob is, ah, “Somewhere Else” at this moment, somewhere you should hope to never experience. Trust me Harold, no matter how bad you think this is going to be for you, it can get much, much worse. Now get the fuck out of here and go home to your family and get your wife and daughter ready to come see me tonight! My cock is already dripping with anticipation of their huge juggs smother my face! Hah hah hah! Anyway, fuck off!”

As I made my way from his office to my car, I tried to cover the huge picture of the Pastor’s massive dick with my jacket, out of embarrassment of being seen carrying around a picture of a man’s dick! On the way home, I had to pull over and think about what was happening. It was too surreal. As soon as the Pastor revealed to me the path I would have to take, I could feel the whole world changing under my feet. I was now suddenly in this surreal reality where the Pastor was this strangely childish, insulting, selfish man, not the assuring, mature, respectable man I had always seen. I thought how this world was strange and frightening, and I thought about running, just driving away to somewhere else. But, I loved Cindy and Faith, and my friends, and the church, and I just couldn’t imagine life without them! I felt like I had no choice but to hope that this was some extreme test, that the Pastor wasn’t really going to do what he said, and then it would be revealed to me that I had passed by being obedient.

When I finally got home and Cindy and Faith were out, I hid the picture in the bedroom where I hoped maybe I wouldn’t have to show it to anyone. Cindy came home from grocery shopping, and then later Faith came home from school. I told them I had something important to tell them. Cindy was wearing a tight Tshirt and jeans with ankle high boots, and Faith was in her school uniform. Now that I knew the Pastor was intending to fuck them both, I saw them in a whole new sexual light. Of course, I was always extremely attracted to my wife, and I recognized my daughter had become an enticing young woman. But it was one thing to just know how attractive they were in a context where that was the end of the story. Now, they were going to be having sex, and without me, and now that I looked at both of them after having spoken to the Pastor, I could intensely feel the absence in my life of something they had to offer. I had thoughts of my wife that now I was completely aware that maybe I should be having, and thoughts about my daughter that I knew I shouldn’t but her gorgeous body and huge tits went beyond social norms.

They looked very concerned, and especially when I gave Faith my phone and told her to record everything I said. I sat them both on the living room couch and then I had to brace myself because I knew the Pastor was expecting me to do this with sincerity, and if I didn’t pass his test, I don’t know what would happen. I just kept telling myself over and over, it’s a test, it’s a test, and surely if I go along, it will be revealed to me that I’m just being fooled to see how faithful I am. I looked at my gorgeous wife, Cindy, and said, “Cindy, I love you with all my heart, I’ve always loved you, and I would never ask any favor of you unless it was really important.” I paused, closed my eyes, and then opened them again to say, “Cindy, my love, I need you to have sex with The Pastor.” I braced in that moment, partly hoping that she would say no, and partly a little afraid that maybe this was some kind of insane test to make me say something shocking in front of my wife that she would get angry at me for.

But, it was neither of those, instead she suddenly broadly smiled, almost jumping off of the couch with excitement as she straightened up and said, “What? Really? YOU want me to fuck the Pastor??” My heart sank into a very dark pit, a pit I’m not sure it ever came back from. To hear her sound so enthusiastic about it, to know that this strange test of faith was maybe going to go further than I could handle.

I weakly choked out, “Yes, darling, I want you to fu, to have sex with, the Pastor. You’re to go see him tonight.”

Faith looked very concerned, looking back and forth at me and my wife, her mother, and there was a spark of hope inside me that she might say something, something about how this was strange and unnatural and wrong. But, my hopes were once again crushed under the weight of this new distorted and strange reality. Faith said, “Wait, the Pastor said that from now,” and then my wife Cindy shot Faith a look to make her not ask what she was going to ask. At the time I had no idea what Faith might have been intending to ask, though much later I would understand. At the time, though, I assumed she was only meant to ask the question she rephrased to me as, “daddy, The Pastor said he only wants to fuck mommy?”

I took a deep, sad, sigh, and I said, “No sweetheart. He wants to have sex with you, too.” She looked delighted, and the two of them looked at each other and they put out both hands to each other, palms together and interlocking fingers, and bounced up and down with excitement. “He wants to have sex with the two of you together. Tonight, after dinner.”

My wife Cindy said, “Wait, and YOU want this? You want me and Faith to have a threesome where we fuck another man, not you? You are volunteering to be cuckolded? Won’t you be jealous and humiliated and feel like less of a man?” It was strange the way Cindy asked the question, and the way Faith seemed to smirk a little in anticipation of my answer. It was phrased as if Cindy wanted to emphasize how hurtful the situation was for me. I could only imagine that she was being sure to check with me to see how I would feel, to explore the most sever aspects of the situation. I trusted and loved her completely.

I answered her by saying, “The Pastor says that this is part of a path that will take me closer to God’s glory, and I trust him, and I trust you two. I won’t lie, this is very difficult for me, but if you two agree to participate, then I guess you are all helping my soul to be closer to God.” The two of them looked at each other, a little confused it seemed, but then they got up off the couch and hugged me and they kissed me at the same time, one on each cheek. They seemed to be extra loving now that there was this new aspect of all our lives. They both helped to make dinner, and Cindy made my favorite meal. But during dinner, all the two of them could talk about was what they would wear, and how much fun they were going to have with the Pastor. I felt my stomach turning with tension, so I just picked at my food, but they hardly noticed. They then rushed to clean up and put the dishes in the dish washer, and then they went upstairs to change. They were going back and forth between their bedrooms showing each other what they might wear and giving each other advice. I sat there trying to avoid the next step, but I knew there was one more thing to do before they left.

I went upstairs slowly, my feet dragging, and went into the master bedroom. I called out to Faith who was in her room to come in, and to begin recording again. When she was standing at the door, I pulled out the picture that I had hid behind the bed. We had a picture hanging across from our bed of a tropical sunset, just the kind of nice painting one has for decoration. I took it down, and in its place I put up the huge picture of The Pastor’s massive cock. As I turned it so the backing faced the wall to find the hooks it would rest on, and it was revealed what the picture was of, and both my wife and my daughter made a sound that was squeeling with delight. I then said, “The Pastor wanted you both to see this picture, he said it would help convince you to go be with him, though I guess you’ve already made up your minds.”

Faith stepped closer, and she put her hand up to the picture, tracing around the Pastor’s cock, almost as if she could feel it, and she said, “Oh my God, daddy, can you imagine this huge cock in my mouth? Like, think about what it will be like for me to get my lips around it! Do you think I’ll be able to fit it in?” I thought it was a rhetorical question, part of their strange teasing, but the way they waited, it was like they expected an answer. Faith held up her phone, emphasizing that I was being recorded, and I realized that the Pastor wasn’t just getting a recording to verify I obeyed, but also to indulge in my humiliation. He wanted me to play along as if this kind of conversation was the new normal in all our lives.

I said, “I don’t know sweetheart. Don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to,” and then Cindy cut me off before I could assure my daughter that I didn’t want her to choke on the Pastor’s thick cock.

Cindy said, putting her arms around me as if comforting me, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll help our teenage daughter to get The Pastor’s huge cock all the way into her mouth. Though it is an impressively huge cock, much bigger than yours, right honey?”

I said, weakly, “Yes dear. Much bigger.”

Cindy went on, “Gosh, can you imagine this massive pipe of a cock ramming into my pussy? Going AAALLLLL the way in and AAAALLLL the way out again, over and over and over? Like some kind of machine? That’s what’s going to be happening all night tonight. That, is, when The Pastor isn’t fucking our teenage daughter!”

Faith snuggled up to me, and we were standing in front of the picture of the Pastor’s cock, looking at it together as if it were some kind new family portrait or something. Faith said, “Wow, daddy, with a cock that huge, do you think it’s easier to be fucked from behind or with The Pastor on top of me? Or should I ride on top of him? What do you think daddy? Which way should I fuck him?”

I stuttered, feeling less and less like this was just some kind of test. However, at the same time, if it were only just a fake game, then, would it really be a test of my soul? God doesn’t play little games, the tests He gives us are for real, with our souls genuinely hanging in the balance. I realized as my wife and daughter seemed to be indulging more and more in the cruel nature of this “game”, that the whole point was to make me genuinely suffer, to make it real. If I can pass a game, then that just means I can succeed knowing that the stakes aren’t real, but if my life is actually a challenge, then my enduring of it is a real measure of my strength. I braced myself so I could say to my daughter, “I don’t know sweetheart. I think you’ll have to do what you think is okay.”

Faith giggled, poking me in the side playfully, saying, “Oh daddy, I forgot, you’re practically a virgin and wouldn’t know anything about how to fuck for real. Mommy told me about how you put your tiny penis inside her and came almost immediately and that was it. This is going to be different, this is going to be real fucking! I’m glad I’m going to have a real man with a huge dick fuck me properly!! Don’t worry daddy, I’m going to do all the positions with him. And with mommy too! We’re going to everything we can to make The Pastor cum as hard as he can! You’ll be proud of us!”

They made me stare at the Pastor’s cock with them for little while more, and then they went back to getting themselves ready. They did their make up and hair perfectly, I’ve almost never seen them make such a point of being so beautiful. They wore coordinated outfits, Cindy in a tight black skirt with a tight white shoulderless top, and Faith wore skimpy white shorts with a similar black top. Both of them wore black suede thigh high boots with high platform heels. They looked stylish, sexy, amazing, and kept making me confirm that their look would turn the Pastor on.

Cindy would say, “Can you see the outline of my big tits in this shirt? I want to make sure the Pastor can really get an eyeful!”

Faith would come up to me while I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she practically gave me a lap dance and bent over in front of me, showing off her ass and peering back over her shoulder seductively saying, “Do you think these shorts come up high enough? I want him to see my perfect round ass more than he sees my skimpy shorts!”

I would nod and agree and pretend like it was all so normal, but the more they showed off to me, the more and more I was looking at them as the sexy, fuckable, hot women they were. I couldn’t help but be aroused, and after my daughter was showing off her ass to me, she turned around and noticed I was erect.

She giggled and said, “Mommy! Look! Daddy has a hard on from looking at me! I think daddy wants to fuck his own teenage daughter!”

Cindy strutted over commandingly in her high boots and patted me on the head, “It’s okay dear, EVERYBODY wants to fuck Faith. You can think about fucking her if you want.” Then the two of them stood together, in front of me, a pair of the most gorgeous women you had ever seen, and Cindy said to me, “What do you think, darling, do we make a good mother daughter set for the Pastor to cum on?”

I couldn’t believe what a strange and disturbing world I lived in now, where my loving wife and daughter would talk about such things as if it were normal! I meekly said, “Yes, dear.”

Then, as Cindy picked up the keys to our Audi and got ready to head out, she turned to me like an afterthought and asked, “Did the Pastor say you were allowed to masturbate while we were fucking him?”

I stammered, “N, n, no.”

Faith mocked me, imitating me in an exaggerated childing tone, saying, “N, n, no. Hah hah hah!!”

Cindy then said, “Okay, then don’t touch yourself, no matter how much you imagine how hot we must look fucking the Pastor. Don’t wait up for us! Hah hah hah!!” Then the two of them headed to the attached garage, where they then drove off to see the Pastor.

I stood there for a long time after they drove off, not knowing what to do with myself. I was dumbfounded. less than a day ago, I was in a normal, Christian, perfect family life. And now, suddenly, I was thrust into this strange, sadistic, evil mirror version of my life where my Pastor, my wife, and my daughter all indulged in humiliating and betraying me. And I wanted to believe it was for the cause that the Pastor said, to bring my soul closer to God, but I couldn’t help but think that maybe it wasn’t that this was a test and how my life before was reality, but that this was reality, and everything before was just a big set up to bring me to this moment! The only thing holding that thought at bay was a lifetime of trust built up with the Pastor. Surely no one could spend a whole lifetime creating a whole church community and all its beautiful pure beliefs just for the purpose of some sick sexual fantasy??

I could barely concentrate as I wandered around the house trying to find things to do to take my mind off wondering what was happening with my wife and daughter. Was Maggie and Chastity also there? Were they meeting the Pastor at Rob’s house, to have some kind of orgy? Or was the Pastor seeing my wife and daughter somewhere else? I couldn’t shake the images Cindy and faith had put in my mind, of the Pastor ramming his huge dick into them! Of them struggling and straining to fit his mighty cock into their mouths! Of the two of them licking and sucking him, and being covered in his cum!! I avoided going into my own bedroom, so that I wouldn’t have to gaze upon the Pastor’s huge cock and have those images reinforced in my mind.

I tried to go to sleep, but of course I tossed and turned and watched the clock on my bedside table. Across from me, just barely visible in the darkness, was the picture of the Pastor’s cock. Somehow, I couldn’t ignore it. As I tossed and turned and tried to think of other things, I would open my eyes and look at it before being able to remind myself that it was not something I wanted to see. I realized my friend Steve must be going through this all the time, and I understood why he recently looked so stressed, so tired. It had been months since he must have started on the Pastor’s “test” of his faith, so that meant I was going to be on a journey at least as long.

It was 3 AM before I finally heard my wife and daughter return. They were giggling and happy, and they both came in to my room, as Faith wanted to kiss me goodnight. She seemed maybe a little drunk or something. She kissed me on the lips, her warm soft tongue gently pushing past lips, and while it was in a sense a show of affection, and too sexually inappropriate for a daughter to kiss her father like that, I knew that the real reason she did it was so I could clearly smell the Pastor’s cock on her breath. Cindy watched approvingly and said, “You’re not allowed to kiss her back, so don’t move your tongue.” After Faith seductively moved her tongue across my lips and tongue, she giggled and said “Goodnight daddy!” as happy as could be.

Cindy got ready for bed, having a shower before joining me, so she at least did not subject me to smelling the Pastor’s cock on her breath. However, when she snuggled up beside me in bed, pressing her big enticing tits against me, she asked, “Aren’t you going to ask me how my night went?” I both wanted to know and didn’t want to know. And in either case, I suspected she was only going to answer in a way that would torment me. However, I knew not to play along, she would tell the Pastor, and I would be forced off the path toward God’s light that he had promised me. And I had already endured so much suffering, I decided to commit to enduring all the way.

I asked, “How was your evening darling,” speaking like a husband might casually ask his wife, almost as if the Pastor could see me. After all, God could see me, and if The Pastor was leading me toward God, then it was His view of me that mattered.

Cindy giggled wickedly and said, “It was incredible, dear. So much better than any night you and I have had together. The Pastor is such a good fuck. I’m so sore, and I bet Faith is too, it’s going to take us days to recover! It’s too bad you’re Faith’s father and can’t fuck her, you would have been amazed at how talented she is. You should have seen the way she sucked his huge cock.” I was actually crying then, it just burst out of me, and I tried to hide it, but, I couldn’t help but feel the impact of how my life was now a matter of having my wife and daughter not only betray me, but rub in my face everything I was being denied. Cindy noticed I was crying, and she said, in a sweet and caring motherly voice, “Aw, I’m sorry honey, I forgot how much of a pussy you are. It must hurt so much knowing that the Pastor is fucking me and Faith and so many other women in ways you never will. Here come cry into my big tits. That’ll make you feel better.” She pulled me toward her so that my face was smothered by her big round firm boobs. It did make me feel better, even though what she was saying was so insulting and demeaning. This was going to be part of the torture, the constant evocation of what I was being denied, being given hints of what I was not having, and little signs of affection to keep me attached while insulting me right to my face.

Cindy then said, “There are some new rules for you now, Harold. One, you’re not to look Faith or me directly in the eyes anymore. When you speak to me, or Faith, or any of the other women from the Bible group, or their daughers, you look directly at their tits. It doesn’t matter if we’re in public or not. Do you understand?” I meekly nodded. Cindy continued. “Good. The second thing is that if you admit you want to fuck our daughter Faith, then the Pastor might let you move up to a higher level of devotion. Do you understand?” I sat up, shocked, and determined to hold onto some morality. I looked at her and started saying, “I don’t want to,” but then Cindy cut me off very sternly and said, ‘Look at my tits when you speak to me!” My eyes immediately and obediently looked down at her huge round perfect tits, jiggling and moving ever so slightly with every motion Cindy made. They were hypnotizing. I took a breath to accept this new act of subservience and said, “I’m sorry honey. I was saying, I don’t want to fuck our daughter. That would be wrong!” Cindy then casually lay back in bed, ready to sleep, and said, “You’re lying to yourself, Harold. I can tell you want to fuck our teenage daughter. You wouldn’t be a man if you didn’t.” She then casually turned out the light.

I now understood how Rob had been pushed to the point of wanting to rape his own beautiful big breasted teenage daughter Chastity. He too must have been constantly been told that he should, constantly having her tempt him, constantly having everyone around him, including his own wife and the Pastor, telling him he should. That and constantly being teased and tempted by Chastity and her perfect body and huge tits, it must have eventually broke him. As I went to sleep that night, I was determined that I would not break. Heaven awaited me if I didn’t.

That was my life from that point on. I learned many things that were invisible to me before. I learned that the Pastor was fucking many women in the congregation, though I wasn’t allowed to know exactly who. I knew that he was regularly fucking Steve’s wife, Katie, and openly mocking Steve to his face about it, similar to how he was with me, though I would only learn later how bad it really was for Steve. The Pastor was fucking Rob’s wife Maggie and daughter Chastity. I had known since Rob’s disappearance that the Pastor had effectively moved in to Rob’s house, taking Rob’s wife essentially as his own. But now I knew that while he was outwardly making a show to everyone as if he were taking care of Rob’s daughter Chastity as if he were a replacement father figure, I now knew that he was fucking her constantly, perverting the whole father daughter relationship by acting in every way toward her like she was his daughter, but fucking her constantly. Beyond that, the Pastor was fucking girls at the school my daughter and Chastity went to, he was fucking other women behind their husband’s backs, and also putting other men through torment, but I was not allowed to know exactly who and how. I also knew, from their lengthy descriptions of the sex they had, that the Pastor would fuck all his women so hard that the women would be sore or aching and need days to recover, and the Pastor liked to fuck many women a day for hours, so he had to have a large rotation of different women!

I also knew the Pastor was doing other acts of evil, though again, I didn’t know the extent. For example, one day I came home to find Cindy making cinnamon rolls for an upcoming bake sale held by the church. She got as far as mixing the batter, and then she went to her purse and pulled out a small glass vial. Out of it she poured some slightly whitish, slightly clear liquid. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s the Pastor’s cum,” Cindy said casually, as if it were just another ingredient. “What?!!” I said with my mouth literally dropped in shock. Cindy didn’t even pause the process of baking, she just giggled a little and said, “The Pastor thinks it’s funny that people are eating his cum or piss without knowing.” Then she glanced at me and said, “You probably don’t want to know how much of his cum and piss you have had!”

I also learned that the funds from baked goods and other fund raisers went to help sending the Pastor to some island retreat every year when other people were being sent to do charitable works in developing countries! I had often gone on these charitable and missionary works, often going to impoverished nations and doing hard work in difficult conditions. The Pastor had always made it seem like he was doing the same, but actually what he was doing was going to some tropical resort where he would enjoy the company of various women from the congregation while their husbands were out slaving away!! The whole church and any money it made was set up for the Pastor to continue his wicked games, and knowing that Rob was being held somewhere against his will, I suspected there must be so much more that I didn’t know! It wasn’t one of these “mega churches” you hear about, but it was a large and very wealthy congregation, and so the Pastor’s church had many very rich donors and seemed to have lots of income, so the Pastor’s operation could be very large!

Knowing this must make it seem like it should have been obvious to me right away that something corrupt was happening. But, the details would come to me in small parts, and never spelled out clearly, and often with the explanation that I was not to question God’s plan for me. After all, I didn’t actually see the Pastor cum or piss in the batter for baked goods to be sold, so, was it just something to test my reaction, or was it real? I never saw his island resort, and I didn’t see any actual evidence that Rob was being held anyway. It was all a sort of mad world where I didn’t know what was a lie and what wasn’t. And, ironically, the more extreme some of the things I found out were, the harder they were to believe, and so it was easier to think I was just being played in some way.

Life at home, though, was incredibly difficult. Cindy and Faith took to just being open all the time about their sexuality and sex life with the Pastor, and belittling me. The Pastor had also made me pay for and install cameras everywhere in my house so that my obedience could be monitored, and no doubt for him to enjoy! You would not believe how much two women can talk about a man’s penis! They talked about the Pastor’s huge cock constantly, talking about how he had fucked them, flattering comments of admiration about it, what they want to do to his cock next, what it looks like. Sometimes Maggie, Chastity, or Katie would come over and that just meant more women to talk at length about the Pastor’s cock, and to belittle me. Sometimes Steve would come over, but we were not permitted to speak to each other without any of the women present, and we both had to play along with the humiliation. There was something odd in the interaction with Steve, I could tell that something was being kept from me. I figured out from the things the women talked about that the Pastor was often over at Steve’s house when Steve was there, but in my case whenever the Pastor came over to fuck my wife or daughter or both, I was made to leave. I would come home to a bed and a wife drenched in the Pastor’s cum that I had to sleep in, but I actually saw the Pastor less than I did before the madness started. It was as if the Pastor wanted me to wonder what was going on! And he was right that being unsure of what exactly it was like when he was with my wife or daughter was frustrating! It was as if my imagination would turn against me and it was like I was torturing myself!

Cindy and Faith dressed more provocatively, and around the house they would often wear little or nothing at all. They would just be naked or wearing lingerie while we did normal things, like have dinner or breakfast together, or watch movies. Faith especially, enjoyed seeing how far she could push boundaries. She would show me new cheerleading routines she was working on, which more often that not would turn into lap dances and opportunities for her to bounce her big teenage tits right in front of my face. Sometimes at dinner she would sit on my lap and feed me things.

I would sometimes complain to Cindy, as we sat in bed together, with the picture of the Pastor’s cock looming above us. I would say to Cindy carefully, hoping the question didn’t break my agreement with the Pastor, “Are you okay with the way Faith has been acting towards me?”

Cindy would laugh and say, “I think the more important issue is how you act towards her. Are you ready to admit you want to rape her?” I held very still, trying not to nod or do anything automatically that would give away that I had thought about fucking my own teenage daughter. She made it impossible not to! Even if she weren’t constantly teasing me and suggesting that I should, she was just naturally so beautiful, so sexy, her tits so perfectly big and round, her lips so soft and sensual, I was now constantly thinking about fucking her! I desperately wanted to see my daughter’s perfect lips on my cock! I wanted to watch her big firm teenage breasts bounce up and down in front of my face while she rode me! My wife Cindy knew me so well, though, and I’m sure she could tell I was struggling to remain a righteous man in spite of the most terrible temptations. “Hah hah hah. It’s okay dear. It’s really up to the Pastor if you should be allowed to fuck her or not. Wouldn’t that be just so shocking and bad, for you to fuck your own teenage daughter the way you really want to? Doesn’t that kind of make it hot, to do something bad? Maybe if you asked Faith really nicely, she would ask Pastor for you if it could be allowed.”

I couldn’t believe my wife was not only alright with me wanting to fuck our daughter, but even suggesting to me how I might make it happen! But then she continued, saying, “Just don’t lose control and rape her like Rob tried to rape his daughter. You need to know your place. If you’re a good boy, the Pastor will lead you to God’s loving light.”

This was the topsy turvy world I lived in. Constant mocking temptation by the two of the most beautiful women any man had ever laid eyes on, my own wife and daughter. They would go and see the Pastor together or separately, and talk openly in front of me about how he fucked them better than anyone else. And they were fucking other people too, though it was always left more vague. The only detail I was sure of was that who they had sex with was entirely at the Pastor’s decision. It was as if everyone in our community had their sex lives completely under his control!

I was in hell, a torment like Job, tested constantly to see when or if I would reach a breaking point. The only thing keeping me from snapping in some way was my faith that this was all the ultimate test of my faith in God. I reasoned to myself that the harder the test, the more divine my salvation. The Pastor had set me up perfectly to be a subjected to the most outrageous circumstances!

Sometimes we would just be sitting on the couch watching television, and the two of them would be completely naked, and they would have me sit between them, as they curled up to me and both of them pressed their huge boobs into me! Faith would say, “Daddy, let’s Netflix and chill”, except, I would not be permitted to go any further than just receiving the tempting caresses they offered. Sometimes the two of them would kiss or caress each other, usually as a display for me to watch. They would pretend they were just doing it naturally, as if they hadn’t intended to do it, but the way they would position themselves, it was clear they wanted me to watch. They never went much further than that in front of me, and I didn’t know if they were having sex by themselves when I couldn’t see. I know they did a lot together when they were with the Pastor, because it pleased him to watch them put on shows for him, but again, I was left out of many details so that I would wonder.

Faith especially enjoyed testing the boundaries. She started insisting that when I kiss her goodnight, that I kiss her full on the lips, and her tongue would teasingly dart into my mouth. She tempted me along until the moment I would lick back with my tongue, and then she would stop, leaving me feeling guilty and ashamed that I let myself respond that way. Another example was that if she was trying on different clothes to wear, she wouldn’t just have me watch as she changed and have me help her, but when she was trying to squeeze into a tight top that barely covered her huge boobs, she’d have me hold them and move them to help along, and then when the top was finally on, she’d have me cup her breasts to feel their roundness and weight, just “to check the shirt is on properly.” Whenever we hugged, she insisted that my hands rest on the firm round curves of her ass.

It went on like this for months, and I felt a tension building up in me that I could no longer restrain, and a breaking point did come! Once over breakfast Faith was sitting on my lap, in her skimpy school uniform, her perfect round ass pressed against my rock hard penis. She would wriggle and tease, and I felt my cock be moved around under her, which made her giggle. She said to me, whispering seductively in my ear, “Daddy, you’re having more fun than a father should have.” Cindy was making my lunch for work, as if completely oblivious to the wildly inappropriate behavior of a sixteen year old girl on her own father’s lap!

My wife Cindy heard, and she said, “Harold, are you thinking about raping your teenage daughter again?” She said it as if it was no consequence, just as if she was wondering what movie I’d like to watch.

I protested, “No! Of course not!” But Faith put her hands down between my legs, and she giggled some more, which made her big tits, literally right under my nose, jiggle seductively. I know as a father I’m not supposed to have these thoughts, but Faith is so beautiful, so much more beautiful than women are supposed to be! No man should have to be tested like I was!

Faith said, “Daddy’s little dick says otherwise! Hah hah hah!” As Faith laughed, so did Cindy, as Cindy sat down at the table herself to eat, wearing nothing by a very thin and short silk robe, that fell open so that her massive cleavage was on display. To be constantly surrounded by such temptation! Faith amused herself by flirtatiously feeding me slices of toast. It was so confusing to have a teenage girl of such powerful sexual attractiveness sitting on my lap and feeding me breakfast, the kind of thing I think many a man want to find himself a part of! And at the same time, I was not supposed to feel anything because this amazing teenage girl with a perfect body and beautiful face and big tits was my own daughter! And then my feelings twist again because in spite of how wrong it is for a father to want to fuck his daughter, this daughter was the one wanting to make it happen! Whenever you think of a father fucking a daughter, you imagine a poor helpless girl and a horrible monster of a man who would take advantage of her. But Faith was already womanly and gorgeous enough to have any man on the planet she wanted, and yet SHE was the one CHOOSING to want to fuck her OWN FATHER! And then, underneath all that, my body could not resist the sheer physical attraction of her, and I could feel my penis as hard as it has ever been, pressing desperately up into her soft smooth and strong thighs sitting on my lap!

Then at one point as she was bringing some toast over to my mouth, some strawberry jam slipped off and landed on one of her huge breasts, near her cleavage. She giggled, and then crossing her arms under her big tits, she squeezed them together and held them up for me, and said, “Daddy, do you want to lick that off my big soft tits? Go on, mommy doesn’t mind, do you mommy?”

Cindy was reading a book on her Kindle and barely looked up, and said, “Do as Faith says, dear.” I just couldn’t believe what was happening! It was like some perverse and twisted and corrupt man’s perfect fantasy, to be flirting sexually with such a gorgeous teenage girl, and a truly sexy matron overseeing it! Maybe some men would even WANT it to be their daughter being such a tease! I almost couldn’t even control myself as I lowered my head to reach the spilled drops of strawberry jam. Her skin smelled so clean and lightly perfumed, and as I got closer to her cleavage, it became more and more intoxicating. Her skin was so soft and there was a gentle perfume, even before my tongue touched her skin I could anticipate it all. It all happened so slowly because part of me was resisting, but part of me couldn’t! I licked up the jam, and, to that point in my life, it was the most erotic thing I had ever done, I almost came in my pants just from that alone!

And maybe it was precisely because it was so erotic that as soon as I did it I immediately felt a rush a guilt! Had my daughter tricked me into crossing a line? Had I failed the pastor’s test? Were they constantly pushing the boundaries just to break me and it was working? And what kind of test was all this anyway? They seemed so committed to their insanely perverse life, it got harder and harder to believe this was all just an act to test my soul’s commitment to God!

I jumped up out of my chair, almost knocking Faith to the ground, except I took care to hold her up and then stand her, and then I stepped back and said, “This is insane! This is all madness! I can’t do this anymore!” Both my wife Cindy and daughter Faith looked at me slightly stunned, but also with a slight smirk. It was becoming infuriating to me that it seemed that no matter what happened, they always acted as if it was what they expected and wanted. It was like that confidence that comes from faith in God but turned into something smug and taunting. “It’s time for all this to end! This big game you’re playing, to pretend to have sex all the time with the Pastor and to be so alluring all the time! Yes, I know it’s all just an act! I’ve NEVER actually seen any of the things you describe happen! But it’s too much! Having me, me, LICK MY OWN DAUGHTER’S BIG ROUND BREASTS! This is going too far! It’s TOO FAR!!”

Cindy looked at me with that smug look, but also she was genuinely confused, and asked, “You don’t believe that Faith and I are actually fucking the Pastor?”

I honestly didn’t know what I believed anymore because my whole world was so turned upside down, but I knew this was a real turning point, so I stood my ground and said, “I think it’s all just some cruel test! But I won’t be a part of it anymore! This has to stop! Surely God would never tempt a man to want to have sex with his own daughter! What does that even prove!?”

Faith pointed at my hard penis forming a very distinct and slightly damp tent in my pants and said, “But you DO want to fuck me, don’t you daddy?” The answer was of course that I did. I longed to see my own daughter take my dick in her mouth, to bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her from behind! But, I said, “No, that’s something no man should want, no matter what!”

Cindy looked at me and said, casually, “What are you going to do, dear?” And this was a moment of truth, a moment where I knew I had to take action, or whatever protests I make about all this madness was just empty. I knew I couldn’t change anything about what was happening around me, this strange cult the Pastor had made around him involved the whole community and everyone in it was clearly insane so that it wouldn’t change. I had only one thing I could do.

“I’m leaving,” I said. I made sure to say it with my most stern voice, to make sure it was clear I wasn’t just saying it. I meant it, and I expected them to argue, to protest, but Cindy just said, “Fine, whatever” and then when back to her book.

“Ugh, daddy, you’re so lame,” Faith said, “If you’d just admit to how bad you want to fuck me, you wouldn’t be such a loser.” She then headed out the door to head to school. I just stood there, my threat seeming to have no impact at all.

“I mean it,” I said to Cindy, just standing there, my voice having a lot less conviction now. “Okay,” she said, as if she was barely listening. “Your suitcase is in the garage.” I just continued to stand there, and realized I was just saying words still, so I went to the garage, got my suitcase and then headed up to our room to pack clothes and other things. I kept expecting as I was doing this that Cindy would come in to the room and tell me not to go. But she didn’t. Once I was packed, I turned and looked at the picture of the huge cock across from our bed. I thought I should call the Pastor and tell him I was leaving. Then I realized that kind of thinking was what was keeping me in the Hell I was in. Also that I was looking at another man’s cock and thinking of it as being equivalent to the man, to my superior. How far I had fallen into the madness!

I stopped by the kitchen on my way to the garage and said goodbye to Cindy. She kissed me on one cheek and said, “When you decide you need to come back, you’ll have to ask the Pastor’s permission.” Then she left the kitchen before I did! She just went up to our room to get dressed and go about her day like any other! I didn’t know if to be mad or sad or what? So I turned around, got in my car, and left.

It wasn’t as if I had never been outside of our neighborhood before. Of course I had, but it was always with my wife or daughter or other friends, or to work. It was always in a context of being a part of the church community run by the Pastor. This was different. Now it felt completely different to be driving away from our neighborhood, without any sense of having it as a home anymore. I actually stopped my car multiple times, thinking I should go tell the Pastor what I was doing. I wouldn’t ask for his permission, I would tell him, and tell him I didn’t want to be a part of this community anymore. However, I thought about it and thought that even the act of informing the Pastor was in a way believing that he had to know, that it was symbolic of how he ultimately runs my life. I kept driving, in spite of the strong pull not to.

I know you must think I was insane, and I agree, I was. You have to understand, as I now understood, that I had been carefully raised for over thirty years to believe the things I did. I thought all suffering in life was a test for whether or not one got into Heaven. I was raised to believe the Pastor knew what God wanted of me. I didn’t think I was suffering too much, I thought I was especially privileged to be chosen for this suffering, because surely if the suffering in this life was greater, the reward in heaven was greater! These were the beliefs I was struggling in as I drove away. I believed them to my soul and I worried that by abandoning the Pastor’s tests, I would go to hell! At the same time, something felt deeply wrong about how much I had come to want to fuck my sexy teenage daughter! They had made me obsessed with her big round tits! I was yearning to cum on her giant boobs! They had twisted me up inside and maybe the test was for me to reject it! I didn’t know what to think anymore.

I had to call into my work and tell them I’d be late, but they told me that the Pastor had already let them know I’d be on an indefinite leave. I understood what was happening. The message was clear. If I leave the community, then I can’t have any of its benefits, including the well paying job that I had got through connections in the church. I still had access to my bank account, but that would only last so long. I would have to find other work.

At first I was confused and lost, and I checked into a motel and spent a few days just trying to adjust to life outside the Pastor’s community. There was something plain and ordinary looking about the world around me. There were women who were pretty, but just not on the same level as my wife, daughter, and the women in our inner circle. When my wife walked into a room, it was like there was a movie being filmed, and everyone turned to look. There just weren’t any women like that that I saw anywhere. I had to remind myself that my wife’s beauty was something the Pastor had used to keep me trapped for so long, that I had to think clearly now.

One of the good decisions I made was to look for a church, and after searching on the internet, I found one that seemed to have beliefs I could go along with. Of course, no church would be twisted and perverse like the one the Pastor had created, so I had to think hard about how to separate what out the good messages from the Bible from what the Pastor had twisted to his desires. However, I was able to find a good church, and I went to the next Sunday morning service, where I was welcomed into the group. I went to their additional services as well, and started talking to people and making friends.

I also started looking for work right away, and I decided I would not be proud, so I found a job at a restaurant as a manager. I quickly became a valued part of their team, as I was used to working diligently. I found ways to cut costs and create efficiencies, and I was polite and courteous to everyone. I think I can say without pride that I earned the respect of the people there.

Between church and work, I started to make friends. The feeling was so different. Everyone was quite casual and relaxed, which is something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Not only was I in constant arousal and fear for my soul in the last few years, but I had the tension of constantly holding down my desires for my wife and other women for my whole life. Now, though, I was free to do whatever I wanted, but I didn’t know how. Everyone’s behavior was so different from the Pastor’s isolated cult. Yes, I realize now it was a cult, and I had been brainwashed. However, even though I knew I had been brainwashed, that didn’t mean I knew how to act normally. I was shy and awkward around women. On the one hand, I felt I should try to reach out and have a normal relationship, one that included sex and intimacy. However, I didn’t know how to do it. The women I was used to were constantly radiating pure sexuality, making you hard just being near them. The women out in the normal world would talk more like friends and not be so overt about making you want to fuck them. It was both a relief and also unfamiliar.

Something happened that I don’t know if it was good or not, which was that one time I was out for drinks with some co-workers, and one of them noticed a picture on my phone of my wife and daughter. He pulled the phone from my hand and said, “Holy shit! Who are these women?!” I meekly said, “That’s my wife and daughter.” The guys passed around the phone and the one who took the phone said, “No fucking way, those are just some models or something.” Another said, “There’s no way this isn’t Photoshopped. Nobody looks that good!” I thought maybe I should just let them believe I have random pictures of sexy women on my phone, even though they would probably tease me about it, but at the same time, the Pastor had raised me to be honest at all times. I know now that he did that so that I would reveal all my weaknesses to him, but it was still my habit. So, I showed them other pictures, with me included, and there were a couple videos. Fortunately, I was very lucky in that for my own sanity I had moved all the overly sexual pictures and videos my wife and daughter had put on my phone to tempt and tease me into a backup folder. So the pictures they were seeing were suitably chase, even though my wife and daughter are too hot to ever be completely chaste!

After they saw enough to believe that the women in the pictures really were my wife and daughter, everyone’s treatment of me changed a little. I had told them that I was trying to get away from my old life, start something new. Seeing my wife and daughter, though, everyone now imagined that previously I was incredibly rich or successful in some way. I told them that in my previous community, there just happened to be some women who were exceptionally beautiful, but I could tell they didn’t think that was the whole story even though they were polite enough to not press it. At one point, the women left the table, and the guys started talking to me a little more directly. One said, “Did you say your daughter was only sixteen?? Holy shit, man, if I had a daughter that hot, it would take every drop of will power for me to not want to fuck her!” All the other men agreed. One said, “At least with a wife who looks like that, you wouldn’t be lacking for anything. She practically looks like a teenager still she’s so fucking fit and young looking! Goddamn, I wouldn’t be able to focus on work or anything, I’d just be thinking ab out fucking her 24/7!”

I would have told them that I was actually celibate, but the women came back to the table, and I noticed they’re attitude toward me changed. I could tell they found me more interesting now. It was like the fact that I had previously been able to attract a woman of such incredible beauty before that there must be something special about me. One of the women started flirting with me a little, and I realized that this was my chance to try and really break free from my previous life. I felt a little ashamed that this opportunity seemed to come out of people having seen my wife and daughter, because it was as if I still hadn’t fully broken from the past. Still, I knew I had to try to move forward.

I ended up dating Tammy for a little while, and after a few dates, she invited me to her place. Things became intimate, but, that’s when things started to go wrong. I just couldn’t get hard! No matter what she did, or what I did, it was as if my body just had no response! Tammy was not at all unattractive. She had straight brown hair past her shoulders and a pleasant face, and her body I think by most men’s standards would be considered very good. She had average sized breasts, and a decent figure. However, she just wasn’t anything like the supercharged bombshell that my wife is, or my daughter! I only started to feel even anything if my mind started to wander towards my wife and daughter, but even then, it was as if my body knew I was just trying to trick myself. Tammy assured me that it was normal and that it happens, she was very understanding, but I couldn’t help but feel terrible. Embarrassed, I left Tammy’s place, went home, and then masturbated intensely to thoughts of my daughter sucking my cock. I imagined my wife giving my daughter blow job lessons, and then cumming all over the both of their faces! I came quickly, and I came a lot! It had been so long since I masturbated, not since I was a teenager! I felt such release and pleasure, I knew I had to learn how to be turned on by something other than fucking my own sixteen year old daughter!

I kept going out with Tammy for a while, and our relationship flourished even though there was the problem of sex. Outside the bedroom, I treated her very well, and she was happy to be seen with me. In the bedroom, though, even though I did my best to please her by going down on her and learning what she liked, she let me know that she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that I could never get hard for her. She expressed one time that she thought she was inadequate compared to the beautiful wife I used to have. I assured her as strongly as I could that just because my previous wife was beautiful, that doesn’t mean I was at all happy!

Even though it was kind of soon, since I was staying at a motel, Tammy said I could come stay with her for a while, just to see if living together would work. I felt elated. It was a couple months after I had left the Pastor’s community, but I had a job and friends and a church and now a girlfriend! Everything was going well. If I could just get over my sexual hang ups, then I felt I would truly be free.

Unfortunately, everything soon fell apart, and it was all my fault! The fact was that even though I was unable to perform for Tammy, I was masturbating constantly, and when I did, I often thought of my daughter and her giant tits! I felt so guilty, and after every time I swore that would be it, that I would do everything I could to build a normal, healthy, sexual relationship with Tammy. However, it wouldn’t be long before images of my teenage daughter’s perfect sensual lips going up and down my cock filled my mind!

One day, I thought I was home, alone, and I was in the bathroom on the toilet masturbating frantically, while holding a picture of my daughter on my phone in my other hands. I didn’t hear Tammy was home and I didn’t lock the bathroom door. She stepped in unexpectedly, and I jumped, causing my phone to fall across the floor near Tammy’s feet. I think she was going to just turn around and leave, but my phone caught her eye just before she might have left it at just being an instance of having accidentally caught me at an embarrassing moment. As I watched in horror, Tammy picked up the phone, and looked at the screen, and as she figured out who the picture on the screen was, her face went through stages of confusion, then shock, then anger. She screamed at me, “Oh my God! Is this why you can’t get it up for me, because you want to fuck your own teenage daughter? Is that why you had to leave your home? Was it because your wife found out you were a fucking pedophile pervert? You fucking sick asshole! I don’t care how beautiful your daughter is, only a sick fuck would think about his own daughter that way! Get the fuck out of my house, and out of my life, you fucking sicko! I can’t believe I wasted my time on your limp dick when this whole time you were thinking about banging YOUR OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER! Get out! GET OUT!! You fucking pedophile!”

Tammy kept screaming at me as I grabbed my things and quickly threw them into a suitcase. I didn’t own that much, so it was a quick process, and I didn’t bother with small things like my toothbrush. Tammy was screaming at me to leave immediately. I said nothing, I could feel my face flush red with embarrassment. I just left, feeling completely ashamed. The most hurtful thing was that what Tammy was saying was true! I was a monster! I wanted to fuck my own daughter! I tried to want to fuck someone else, but I just couldn’t! I had all the opportunity to get away from what I thought was the Pastor’s perversions, but deep down, it was what I wanted! I wanted to rape my teenage daughter and cum all over her humongous perfect tits!

I didn’t see Tammy after that, but she told people about me, and everyone started avoiding me. My job couldn’t just fire me, but they kept cutting back my hours and giving me less and less shifts, and they let me know in roundabout ways that some of the waitresses felt uncomfortable about working with me. Friends stopped inviting me out. I was alone, spending my nights in my hotel room, crying with frustration while simultaneously masturbating to pictures of my daughter.

I thought about going somewhere else and trying to start fresh, but I knew that would just end up failing if I couldn’t get over the desire to fuck my daughter. I tried to put it out of my mind, but the more I fought it, the more I became obsessed with it. Practically the only thing I could think about was my daughter’s incredible soft yet firm, round perfect tits jiggling in my face. They had made that rule that I was only allowed to look at her tits when speaking to her, so I had the image of her deep cavernous cleavage burned into my brain. I thought that no matter where I go, I’ll be in a kind of Hell on Earth. Either out in the world, unable to ever get hard for any woman even though I’m allowed to fuck them, or with my wife and daughter, who make me hard and aroused to the point of insanity, and being denied release! Although I wanted to deny it, deep down I knew where I belonged. More than anything, it was the feelings inside me that I couldn’t deny. My lusts and desires, even though they were fundamentally immoral and wrong, would never leave me no matter where I went. There was only one place in this world for me.

Late one night, feeling completely alone and desperate, I phoned my house. My wife Cindy answered, and I said, “Cindy, please may I come back?” Cindy spoke casually as if I had never left and said, “Are you ready to admit that you want to rape our daughter?” I meekly said, “Yes, I’ll say anything. Please let me come home.” Cindy said, “No, you can’t just agree to anything simply to be allowed to come home. You have to mean what you say. Say it clearly, and if you mean it, I’ll let you come home.” I swallowed hard and said, “I want to rape my daughter. I want to fuck Faith! I want to fuck her hard! Please Cindy! Please let me fuck our daughter!” Cindy laughed a light hearted condescending laugh and said, “Alright, finally you’re being honest about how your really a pedophile pervert! Hah hah hah! You’ll be allowed to come home, but, first you must make a message for the Pastor and Faith to see so that they can be convinced you’re sincerely not holding back any of your lust for your teenage daughter.” I could feel my head spin as I felt like I was being pulled back into the world of madness of the Pastor’s cult, and I said weakly, “What do I have to do?” Cindy calmly explained, “Do you remember that video Charles made when we were in high school? The one where he said he wasn’t good enough for Sasha and he jerked off into his own mouth? You have to make a video just like that, explaining every detail of how much you want to fuck Faith while you masturbate. You have to be explicit about explaining everything you think is hot and sexy about your own teenage daughter. You have to talk through the whole thing, and you have to end it by cumming in your own mouth.” I was shocked and silent for so long that Cindy eventually said, “Are you there Harold? If you don’t do it, then you clearly aren’t willing to do anything for the chance to rape your daughter, and you won’t be allowed home.” With tears streaming down my face, I said, “Okay, I’ll make a video and send it to you.”

After Cindy hung up the phone, I set my phone on the dresser across from the bed in my cheap little hotel room so that it could take a video of me. I took off my clothes, and even though I knew I was about to humiliate myself, I was hard as I’ve ever been. Not just because I was thinking about my teenage daughter Faith, but also because I felt a slight hope that I might actually be permitted to fuck her! It was wrong and a horrible thing for a father to think, but I had given up on trying to be an honorable man! I was too far gone, the Pastor’s evil way of raising me had burned something twisted and wrong deep into the core of me. I had no choice but to go back to the world I knew.

I sat in front of the phone as it recorded the video, and with my penis in my hand and jerking off frantically, I started speaking into the camera, saying, “I want to fuck my own sixteen year old daughter Faith! I think about her big tits all the time, and I want to rub my face in them, and rub my dick all over them and then push my dick into my little girls mouth! Even though she’s my own daughter, she’s too sexy for me to not want to rape her as hard as I can! I need to fuck her! I NEED TO FUCK MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER! I need to watch her giant tits bounce up and down as she rides her perfect ass on my lap! I WANT TO FUCK MY OWN DAUGHTER!!” I kept going on and on, getting more frantic and speaking almost incoherently as I got closer to cumming. When I felt I was on the verge of cumming, I got up into the bed so that I was rolled over onto my back, and brought my hips over top, while keeping my side facing the camera so that everything was in plain view. Then I shot cum into my own mouth. Some dribbled off to the side, and I felt absolutely disgusted as I licked it up. When I was done, even though I felt like the lowest, most disgusting type of man there ever could be, I looked into the camera and said, “Thank you, please let me rape my sexy teenage daughter.” Then I turned off the video. I sent the video file to my wife and waited.

I could barely sleep, waiting for a response. I both wanted one and didn’t want one. Part of me felt disgusted with myself, and part of me hoped that I would get a chance to cum on my daughters giant tits. A response didn’t come until the next day. It was a text message from my wife Cindy, and all it said was, “You have to get all your cum directly into your mouth. Do it again.” I knew I was being toyed with, this was the kind of game the Pastor enjoyed, teasing me along. They would make me do the video over and over again, not because they needed me to do it right, but because they wanted to draw as much humiliation out of me as possible. I could practically hear them laughing at me! And yet, I had nothing left in me that wanted to fight back. Deep down, I knew my body wanted only one thing, and that was to fuck my daughter. I would do anything to even have the chance!

I recorded another video, and again they made me wait a day or so for a response. In the next one, they said to try harder to get my dick to touch my lips, so suck my own cock if I can. Of course, I couldn’t quite do that, but I tried my hardest, and I knew that what they wanted to see was the desperate attempt. They made me do about a half dozen videos, each time telling me what to improve. “Spend a little time licking your lips after you cum in your mouth.” “Talk more about your daughter’s tits.” I would comply, and wait for a response. Finally, I got a message which was just a date and time, and said to be at our church.

On the appointed day, I wore my Sunday best and headed to the church. I had no idea what awaited me, but I fantasized that it would be some kind of welcome home ceremony, and my wife would be there to formally permit me to come home, and my daughter would be there, wearing something tight and sexy, and I would embrace her, and kiss her full on her sensual lips, and hold her tits and feel their weight, and begin a new life where I would fuck both my wife and my daughter, like every man’s fantasy! However, I also knew that this was just wishful thinking, and that the Pastor was sure to make things not so easy for me. I would have to see what kind of tests he would have for me!

I arrived at the church at the appointed time, and as I reached the doors, my heart sank. I could hear what was going on inside, and it made my stomach churn with tension. I opened the door cautiously, and when I did, I could see the scene inside the church. The church was almost full, it seemed like the entire congregation was there. The Pastor was there up front, wearing his collared shirt and slacks. It was a little darker in the room, as they had a screen behind the pulpit, and they were playing the videos I had recorded of myself masturbating, frantically talking about my desire to fuck my own daughter, and cumming in my own mouth! Everyone I knew and considered a friend was there. Co-workers were there, everyone was there.

As I came in the room, people sensed the door opening and turned to look, and I could feel and hear their disgust and judgment. I heard people mutter things like, “pervert”, and “monster”, and “pedophile”. I wanted to turn and leave, but then the Pastor called out, “Ah, there he is! Now 