Homeschooled

"Amen," they said in harmony when she'd finished her prayers. She opened her eyes & looked up at father, his kind eyes gazing down on her from behind the black mask. He gently laid his hand on her head, to bless her before she could take the sacrament.

"Do you promise to honor your father, as Christ commands?"

"Yes, father," she pledged.

"Do you love your father & trust his wisdom?"

"Yes, father, I love you."

His thumb stroked the top of her cheekbone gently & she trembled in anticipation, staring up at him in wonder. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the zipper & his manhood sprang from his lap. Her eyes sparkled & she knelt between his knees & licked the warm, smooth head. She ran her tongue through the pronounced crease between the glans & the shaft. He moaned, she loved it when he moaned.

She moved further down, trying to relax her throat to let him in further. "Don't forget to wet it," father whispered & she slobbered a little, using her spit to lubricate it. "& the scrotum too," father reminded her. So she gently massaged & pulled his balls with her left hand, used her right hand, to grasp & twist & bend & pull the barrel of his cock as she sucked him. "Good, good," he sighed, "you've already improved so much."

She blushed & looked up from the work she was doing, the worshipping, sanctifying miracle she was performing. It always amazed her how firm he became. It always amazed her when he deposited the milky substance from the tip into her mouth, onto her lips, onto her tongue & face. The blessing was warm & intimate. She tried to concentrate on what he'd taught her, she swirled her tongue all over the throbbing rod that he gently rocked into her mouth. A few times, she gagged a little as it went down her throat. He said that was an especially good sign, so she tried to inhale the entire thing at once.

He didn't need to guide her as much as he used to, his hand was still on her head but there was barely any pressure anymore, he mostly just rested it there, sometimes applying the gentlest pressure when he wanted her to take it deep, but never forcing it the way he had the first few times when she'd been confused & scared about what he wanted her to do. Now it felt good, especially when he combed his fingers through her hair. She felt her father's cock twitch & prepared herself to swallow his ejaculate, but he pulled himself out of her mouth instead.

"I'm sorry, father," she whispered, casting her eyes downward, "did I do it wrong?"

"No child," he said, holding out his hand to her & pulling her to her feet. "You've been pleasing me, you've been pleasing God. I've had another vision, you're ready for a new miracle."

Her eyes shone, ANOTHER miracle? Could she really be worthy of more than the way her father's manhood became firm from soft? For the creamy sacrament that was expelled from the end when she pleased him with her mouth & hands & breasts?

"Do you serve God & your father?" He asked her.

"Yes, father," she said. "With all my heart & soul."

"Lie down." He told her quietly. "Spread your legs, bend your knees up."

She did, ever obedient. She closed her eyes & prayed as she felt him examine the most private part of herself. He'd never done this before, she was shivering all over. He ran a finger through the wet slit & she felt a tingle, deep inside. She was excited.

"God has shown me that you may be special. If your faith is strong enough, your body will create a home for me, inside here." He pushed a finger inside her & she shuddered, it felt good. He pulled it out slowly, before pressing it slowly back in, & out, & in, & out... she almost couldn't contain the pleasure she was feeling. Her vagina had become wet, she felt as though it was twitching, almost breathing, it wanted to be filled somehow. She felt a strange hunger that wasn't for food, but for a new kind of sustenance. It was like a physical need she'd never felt before. "Open your eyes," he whispered, "open your eyes & look at me."

She did, & father was kneeling, holding his hard, thick penis in one hand. He caressed it very gently. "Look at that," he whispered, "look at how big you've made it."

She was transfixed. Moonlight streamed in from the window behind him, it made him look angelic, holy, glowing. He radiated a sacred power as he held the smooth cock with the end like a serpent's head. Her mouth felt wet, she almost asked to taste it again, for the comfort of sucking it. Her body was covered in gooseflesh, she was afraid & spellbound all at the same time, & inside, deep inside her pussy, she felt a secret thrumming, a secret need that was building.

He dropped his cock, it hovered in the air. He put both hands between her legs & spread the delicate lips that protected the hole inside her. Her breath was steadily building faster, deeper, harder & her hands shook at her sides.

"If you're faithful, if you're true, God will make room, I'll love you like a wife, as you were made to be loved."

She felt a tear roll out of her right eye as she gazed worshipfully onto the unreadable, implacable black mask. He slid one hand on her thigh, the other back on his cock, which he leaned into her. He guided it to the entrance to the slit & she felt it, she felt her pussy wetting the tip of his penis as it touched her. He pressed very slowly, the thick head entering her though the opening. She gasped a little, her legs trembled & she almost tried to close them.

"Don't fight it," he soothed her, concentrating on his progress, "Just let it happen. Have faith in God & your father."

He pressed a little deeper, she felt a quick, sharp pain as he penetrated her & heard him make a soft, low groan. It was hurting, just a little, she flinched as his dick travelled deeper inside her.

"It's OK," he told her, "Don't fight it. It's almost done. Try to relax, it will be over soon. Let me in. Let me in."

Now he had both hands on her thighs & held her open as he leaned slowly, slowly in. She felt his cock going deeper, she couldn't believe it - the miracle was happening, he was fitting inside her. It felt almost as if she'd been designed for this, meant for this. "Almost there..." her father sighed.

Another twinge of pain & he shushed her. Finally, she felt he'd reached the end. She felt the base of him touching the lips of her cunt. She felt his balls resting below her vagina. He lay inside her for a moment. There was something about it that felt good, felt right.

"Hallelujah," he whispered in her ear. She sighed in ecstasy. Proud to have been found worthy. Then he started moving, sliding in & out. She almost couldn't believe what was happening. It was uncomfortable, it hurt, but it was also... intriguing. "We've been blessed by God. Give yourself to your father. Give me what I need. Good girl."

As he thrust, her body seemed to have decided not to let him escape, the lips of her pussy gripped him, she felt it sucking him back in her, she felt herself needing to rock her hips a little. It felt good. Father was touching her breasts, he was drawing circles around them, around her nipples. He squeezed them.

Father started to move faster, harder, in & out of her. There seemed to be a ticklish, sensitive area near the top of the hole that gave her an incredible jolt of pleasure as his dick rubbed against it. It seemed to be making her wetter somehow & the wetness was making the sensation of her father's penetration even better.

It was as if he was pumping into her, like a piston. It was as if he was using her vagina as a mouth, the way he'd taught her to open her mouth & lick & suck him a few days ago, after she'd blown the candles out of her 18th birthday cake. It didn't hurt anymore, it was wonderful. Even his heavy breaths as he rocked up & down on top of her felt wonderful. She felt so close to him, she'd never felt as close. She stared into his eyes through the mask, almost not daring to blink. She was holding him, her hands on his strong back.

Deeper, harder, in & out. The rhythm was making her feel hot, making her toes curl. There was a pressure building inside her. An amazing sensation that was making it hard to think of anything other than the feeling that seemed to center where his dick pounded. Without thinking, she lifted her knees, wrapped her legs around his back too & encouraged him to keep thrusting. He moaned & the tempo increased slightly.

She hoped it would never end. She would give up food & drink, give up everything just to feel what was happening to her for every minute of every day of the rest of her life. She'd never imagined such ecstasy, such incredible, unbelievable pleasure.

For twenty minutes he rubbed his penis deep inside her, for twenty minutes he pumped the swollen, hard body part into her. She was going out of her mind a little. She writhed under him, still unable to let him go with her legs. She was rocking hard underneath him, rocking her pelvis back & forth & up & down his penis. It felt so good. So incredibly good. Father's shoulders, his clavicle, were speckled with sweat droplets. She, too, was feeling slightly breathless from the endless motion.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" He asked her.

"Oh yes," she gasped, "yes, father, yes."

He pressed her thighs open & slid himself out, then lay on his back. She couldn't bear it, her body needed him, needed that sensation. Without being asked, she lifted herself above him & sat her wet cunt down on his erection. She impaled herself on him.

"Such a good girl," her father whispered.

He thrust up & she rocked on top of him. He thrust harder & faster, finally, at a speed that was making her heart skip a beat, making her eyes roll into her head, he was pummelling her with his hard penis. She was shuddering with force on top of him. He held her there with hands grabbing hips. She bounced & it was so fast, so desperately fast that every thought had left her except for a growing need. In/out/in/out so fast that she vibrated with it.

The feeling was so powerful now that it frightened her. Her body wasn't hers anymore, it was his. Her body was overwhelmed with sensation, amazing, engulfing, overwhelming sensation. Every part of her was tingling, every part of her was about to sing. All from his cock. Her eyes were wide, she felt an urge to pull herself off the thrusting, jamming thing that he was torturing her with. The thing that rubbed on the surprising, intense area inside her. He held her, with an iron grip, onto him & kept up the same rhythm, the same pressure until.

Her vision blurred, she lost her grip on him & flopped around as her vagina twitched & spasmed & crested. Something was breaking inside her, a door was opening, something was being freed & it felt so strange & scary & wonderful. She was crying out, gasping, barely words. The orgasm hit her with the force of a plane crash. She was devastated, destroyed, deconstructed. She was addicted. She was high. The pleasure was exquisite, excruciating, exhilarating.

Her whole body shook violently on top of him & she felt the sensation peaking, peaking & then again. Again. Again. Now, instead of going in/out/in/out he was swirling inside her. Thrust all the way inside, as deep as possible, & rolling his hips around in circles, his dick drawing circles against every wall of her pussy. She could barely breathe, barely speak as the sensation spread, like a warm fire, like fireworks, through her core.

Her vagina twitched & she felt her father's cock also twitch, powerfully, inside her. It hitched & moved like a sea monster, it searched & thrashed. She cried out, in agony, in pleasure, in rapture as a final climax rocked her body, almost pulling her from the twisting, jerking, pumping penis she was impaled on. He grunted with more & more urgency as he thrust, until he roared in satisfaction & triumph. He held her tightly on top of himself & with a final, violent thrust he pumped her full of his seed.

"Good girl," he whispered, "good girl. Just relax. Just let go." He held her until her trembling subsided, until she caught her breath & fell into his arms. He let her rest there, her head on his chest for a while. He stroked her hair a little.

"Good, good," he whispered. "Do you feel how much God & I love you?"

"Yes, father," she whimpered a little, "I had no idea it was so beautiful."

"We're so blessed," he told her, before he pulled his softening dick from her. He wiped it with one of the soft cloths that was there to take care of the mess, & threw it in a basket to be cleaned later. "Clean yourself up, say your prayers, do some of your readings, After dinner we'll worship together some more. In a couple of weeks, brothers Jacob & Peter will join us for worship occasionally."

"Thank you." She said, still a little stunned by the miracle she'd just experienced & by the idea of worshipping in a group. She'd never met any other men, father had said she'd need to wait until she was old enough to worship properly. Her older sisters had said that like father, they wore masks, but each of them worshiped in different ways. She was nervous & excited.

He nodded & shut her door behind him. Slipping off the mask he always wore when he visited his daughters' bedrooms.

In the living room mother was doing a crossword puzzle from the paper.

"How was she?" She asked without looking up.

Father stood behind her, & put his hands on her shoulders, he rubbed them a little with his thumbs. "Mmm," he mused, taking off his mask, "she's a tight fuck. We'll be able to charge a premium for the experience when I'm done training her." He kissed mother on the top of her head & went to check the webcam footage.