The Preachers Daughter

The Preacher’s Daughter

When I was a kid I had always heard that the preacher’s daughters were always the worst girls in the congregation. They were always supposed to be the wildest girls, the ones that always got into trouble, because they were always supposed to set the example for the rest of us in the community.

I never really thought that it was true until recently. I moved and joined a new church. The pastor was pretty good and his sermons were not entirely boring. He introduced me to his lovely wife and then to his three beautiful daughters. They were all so prim and proper looking. After church that Sunday there was a social gathering in the church basement and I was introduced around. I couldn’t remember a single name. Apparently I was the only available young man so I was introduced to all of the single young women in the church a second time too. We single people had actually been herded into one corner by ourselves to socialize. One of the preacher’s daughters, Mary, was in that group with me too. She was seventeen years old and I was twenty-one years old. The other girls were between us in age.

The preacher’s wife, Gail, was a very good-looking woman of thirty-eight. Gale was dressed very smartly in a skirt that went below her knees and a pretty white frilly blouse that I could see the outline of her bra through. Her other two daughters were Beth who was fifteen years old and Fran who was fourteen years old. I could see how they all took after their mother.

Near the end of the social hour Mary took my arm and said that she wanted to show me the rest of the church. We went back upstairs where we were alone. She showed me a couple of the side rooms off the alter, where the preacher and the choir get dressed. Then she insisted that we go up into the balcony or the choir loft as it is called in some churches. There was a narrow doorway then a set of winding stairs to go up. Once up there the view was incredibly spectacular looking down onto the pews, the alter, and of all of the stained glass windows. This was the most beautiful church that I had ever been in. Mary said that she liked the balcony best because you could get away with so much stuff up there that it wasn’t funny. I tried to envision what a lovely girl like her would try to get away with. Mary then wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head into her breasts. I didn’t even try to resist since that was exactly where I wanted my face to be at that very moment. I wrapped my arms around her waist then lowered them down to her firm fanny. She didn’t seem to mind me fondling her ass so I helped myself. I figured that if I went too far she would let me know and she didn’t. I snuggled my face into her breasts as she cradled my head like a nursing baby. As I massaged her butt I started to slip a hand up under her long flowing skirt. Again she did nothing to stop me so I continued to run my hand up the back of her legs until I felt her panties. She was wearing a pair of thong panties. I traced the outline of them with my fingers then I slipped my fingers under the thin straps to feel the skin that they tried to cover. I even felt her tightly puckered asshole and she seemed to enjoy it. Then boldly I lowered my fingers until I was feeling the lower part of her already moist pussy lips. I felt pubic hair and I really liked that. Don’t get me wrong I like a pussy that is shaved bald too but I sort of expected a preacher’s daughter to have some natural pubic hair on her pussy and Mary did. Mary shifted her weight to allow me a little better access from behind but I decided to go a step further than that and moved my hand around to the front. She never tried to stop me, so I took that as her given me permission. In no time at all I had one finger in her vagina then two fingers in her with my thumb rubbing her clitoris. I heard her orgasm once and asked her if she wanted me to stop. Her answer was no, so I gave her a second and a third orgasm then stopped. Mary thanked me for doing that for her. She said that was her first time to let a boy do that to her in the church itself. She also said that I was the best one at it so far. So far turned out to only be two other guys that Mary had allowed to feel her up. She said that they were both church members too and that she had let both of them do it on church picnics.

To repay me for her orgasms Mary had me sit back in a pew and unzipped my pants taking out my semi-erect cock and starting to suck on it. Mary was not the best cocksucker that I ever had but hey a warm wet mouth wrapped around your cock can never be all that bad, now can it. Anyway just as I was filling her mouth with cum we heard one of her sister calling to her that it was time to leave. Mary never pulled her mouth away until she had every drop and had swallowed it.