Daddy Takes Beth On Vacation Pt 02

Everyone in this story in 18+, recommend reading pt 1 for context.

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I have no idea how to react to the things the men were doing and saying to me, but my body seems to. The way the men touched me and talked about me was totally foreign, and having my father not only be involved but apparently in charge made it more confusing. I know the things we were doing were bad, that good girls didn't behave like this, but they said I'm not a good girl, that good girls don't respond the way my body is.

My father is rubbing back and forth along my slit and I'm dripping the sticky stuff onto his hand. Struggling to keep my balance with my legs spread so widely, I can't even try to avoid his fingers. Once his fingers are totally covered, he reaches his hand up and wipes it off on my face using my hair to get between his fingers. "That pussy is too wet, young lady. You need a serious lesson on Godliness. Turn around!" My Father demands.

Shakily, I manage to turn so that I'm now facing away from him. I can now see Mr. Brown and Chris, Reverend Steve's friend, and the way they are looking at me. My father grabs my hips and pulls me to sit in his lap, arranging me with my legs open on either side of his.

"Now, I want you to put your hands under your bottom so they aren't in our way" Father tells me. Wiggling, I manage to get my hands under me awkwardly.

There is a weird bulge in his lap, like I had felt with the other men when I had to "introduce" myself to them. I had no idea what it was though, Father had insisted my teachers give me only minimal instruction about biology or anatomy, leaving my sex education up to the Church's youth program. The girls were taught that they should keep themselves covered, and untouched aside from with their husband if and only if they decide to procreate. They never actually told us what to do with our husbands, only to allow them to do what was needed to make a child. The liberal amounts of alcohol were helping, but the church girl inside me was still devastated and confused by all of this.

"Next lesson, little slut. Women in true service of the Lord take Holy Communion from a man. That means you will let each of us use your mouth, as we see fit, so it can be a comfort to Godly men. Perhaps the reverend would like to go first. Beth, why don't you ask Reverend Steve to use your mouth, and show you the way?" My father says all of this so calmly, but while rubbing his hands up and down my body, pinching my nipples or rubbing over that special spot between my legs with eash swipe. When he tells me to ask Reverend Steve to use my mouth, his hands both settle on my breast and squeeze painfully.

"Reverend Steve, will you use my mouth for Holy Communion? Please show me the way, sir" I'm slurring and whimpering, so I'm not sure they can even understand what I'm saying but I manage to get it out. Leering, the reverend stands up and starts to unbuckle his belt. Fathers hands go to my shoulders, and he inches his knees further apart spreading me open. When Reverend Steve's pants drop to his knees and I see the strange thing that had been making his pants tent up, I start to cry and try to move away.

"Sit still, slut!" my father growls at me. His hands move from my shoulders, one around my throat, one in my hair. "You know you need this, Beth. It's the only way to show God you know you shouldn't be such a whore. If you don't take Reverend Steve as Holy Communion, God will want me to punish you."

The reverend is stroking his thick shaft and moves closer to me. He touches the tears on my faces and makes a strange noise like he's in pain, but he seems to like it.

"Now Beth, Holy Communion for sluts is a very important part of their service to the Church. Instead of receiving the Body of Christ, you'll receive my body. You're to keep your mouth open, and not allow your teeth to interfere, do you understand?" Reverend Steve starts to lecture me sweetly Of course, I don't understand him at all, but I still tell him yes through the sobs. Father is making me nod my head as he grips my hair tighter, his other hand starting to grope my chest again. "Good, now open up that sluty mouth nice and wide for Reverend Steve."

Before I really know what is going on, I'm choking. His shaft is in my mouth, and he's trying to work it into my throat. I can't go anywhere though, my father has his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping my arms pinned to my sides, and Reverend Steve has taken my hair in his hands to hold me steady while he'd thrusting into my face. Just once he pauses and gives me a light slap on the face, reminding me to keep my teeth out of his way. Father gets upset that I had forgotten that and reaches down to pinch my kitty hard enough I know there will be a bruise on my mound from it. Tears and drool are starting to drip from my chin when Reverend Steve steps back.

"There are other men here as well, Beth. Aren't you going to ask them to help you with your spiritual guidance? One cock is surely not enough for a girl as slutty as you" he says. "You should ask one of them to help you, shouldn't she?"

"She definitely needs more dicks, don't you slut?!" Father growls at me. "Lets get you another drink first, I bet you're thirsty aren't you?"

Mr. Brown laughs at that and comes over with a bottle of whiskey. His pants are open, and the thing he's pulled out is hard and throbbing. My father pulls my head back by my hair, then grabs my jaw forcing me to hold my mouth open wide and Mr. Brown starts to pour the horrible tasting stuff in my mouth. I choke and sputter, spitting it on the ground and my father slaps me roughly and warns me not to waste anymore or he'll start to get angry.

My head will barely stay up straight when they finish, and even without me asking for his help Mr Brown steps forward to offer me Communion. It's all I can do really to just keep my teeth out of the way for him, trying to behave, but he still seems to enjoy it. In my daze I can hear some of what the men are saying, most of the words don't really make any sense to me, but they are laughing and I can feel my father's hands on my breast and rubbing that funny place on my kitty so I don't think he's mad.

My kitty is starting to feel more sticky and I think I can actually hear my father's fingers squishy in all the fluids while he rubs me. The thrusting in my mouth is getting harder and faster than all of a sudden it stops and Mr. Brown is holding my hair with one hand while he strokes his shaft. He grunts and a strange thick white fluid comes out of his cock landing on my face. Father starts to rub a little differently and suddenly I feel like my whole body is exploding. It feels so good, even though the haze of all the alcohol, tingling everywhere but most of all between my legs, the spot Father had been focusing on was now pulsing and every time my body lit up. More and more stuff was coming out of Mr. Brown getting on my forehead, eyes, cheeks and chin while my father kept rubbing as I started moaning and trying to grind my hips.

"This little whore just had an orgasm from that, didn't you Beth?" Father laughs at me. Mr. Brown puts his shaft back in my mouth for a few thrusts, then steps back looking very happy with himself. "Say thank you, slut. When a man gives you his Holy Seed you say thank you, especially if you are enough of a whore to orgasms from it."

"Thank you, Mr. Brown" I manage to slur. His seed has started to drip down my face some, making me very messy.

"Beth, Holy Seed isn't meant to be wasted, child. It should end up planted inside a woman's body" Revereand Steve says to me sweetly. I must have looked confused because he shakes his head as me then explains. "Wipe it off your face, whore, then lick it off your hand. If it doesn't go in your ass or cunt, you need to get it in your belly."

Ashamed, drunk and surrounded, I reach up a hand and start to wipe the white goo off my face with my fingers. When I start to lick it off, it's cold and bitter and my face must show that I don't like it because the reverend start to lecture me more about how it's my duty to the Church to serve them this way and that it's sinful and dangerous to show reluctance. I struggle to keep my face relaxed and get as much seed off my face as I can.

Before I really know what's happening, I've been flipped over my father's lap. My face on the couch, butt exposed just like when I would get a spanking. Father had always believed in corporal punishment for both me and my brothers.

"Now that you're cleaned up a little, I'll have to punish you for that orgasm. Only complete fucking whore have orgasms from a Holy Communion, Beth. I need you to be a Godly woman in service of the Church, not some cock hungry slut!" Father says right before the first slap on my ass.

To Be Con't