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Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 67055 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned
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Further Disclaimer: I, in no way intend, to offend people who hold sincere Catholic faith. I portray here a particularly twisted type of Catholic person who may or may not exist in the real world. For all I'm aware, it comes entirely from my imagination and the imagination of the original prompter on Glee Kink Meme.
“I love you, Daddy,” sixteen-year-old Quinn Fabray said as she sat on her father, Russell’s lap.
They were watching Glenn Beck, Quinn perched on her father’s lap, which was their nightly ritual ever since Judy Fabray had died a year earlier.
“I love you, too, Princess,” Russell replied and squeezed her waist tighter.
Quinn sighed and settled against her father’s strong chest.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds and then, furrowed her brow because something was poking at her. Something was poking at her butt.
“Um, Quinn, can you get up for a second?” Russell asked.
“Why?”
“Um, I need to use the bathroom,” Russell seemed very uncomfortable, and, somehow, she didn’t think he needed to go to the bathroom.
And, somehow, she knew what was poking her. She was sixteen after all.
And, she was lonely.
She pushed down with her ass and felt her father’s growing penis poke her even harder…and she liked it.
Truth be told, it wasn’t the first time she’d felt him getting hard under her firm bottom. Cheerios had been very kind to her, and she knew it.
She had hormones like any teenager, but she just wasn’t interested in her boyfriend Finn or any of those high school boys. Celibacy Club was convenient for keeping them at arm’s length.
But her daddy? He was so big and strong and handsome and mature.
And, to her, that was so sexy.
She knew her father wouldn’t want to do it because he’d think it was wrong. Not only did the Church say sex before marriage was wrong, but sex with your father was probably near the top of God’s sin list, maybe even a distant second behind being gay.
But, she knew her daddy was lonely too. Ever since her mother had died, he’d put his life on hold to take care of her. And she really didn’t see any harm in finding comfort in each other…especially if they drew a line.
“Are you sure you need to go, Daddy? Doesn’t this feel good?” She started to grind down on him a little harder, not rhythmically yet, just subtly.
“Baby girl, what are you doing?” Russell sounded a little panicked but Quinn also detected a little breathy quality to his voice, which betrayed that she might have a chance to break him down.
“I’m trying to make us both feel good, Daddy. You’re so lonely. I know you miss Mom and miss having female contact. Just pretend I’m her for a few minutes…we don’t have take off our clothes, so it’ll be okay. Please?” She begged and punctuated her begging with a particularly hard thrust with her ass down on his very rapidly growing dick.
“Mmmmm….baby girl, I don’t think…oh!” he was really trying to stop enjoying his teenage daughter’s ass grinding down on his penis, but it was becoming very difficult.
“What Daddy? Did I hurt you?” she asked with faux innocence.
“No, baby girl, but I think we really need to stop.” She had stopped her grinding long enough for him to think clearly for a few seconds.
“Are you sure?” She turned her grinding up a notch and by this point Russell knew that she wasn’t going to get up voluntarily.
He’d have to push her off, and he didn’t want to hurt her so he was getting desperate.
“Please, baby, we can’t do this. It’s a sin! Please get off me.” His voice was becoming more and more breathy and less authoritative.
And, Quinn knew it. She was in complete control. She knew he wouldn’t push her off at this point, whatever justification he was manufacturing in his own mind.
So, she began really grinding down hard because he was almost fully hard. She, honestly, thought he would be hard by now, but she figured he was so wracked with guilt that it was taking longer.
But, soon he was fully erect, and when she looked down, she saw the big tent in his pants.
Her mouth watered.
She was wearing a stylishly flowing dark blue dress that fell just below the knees. It was modest enough to hide from view what was happening under it, even if she did what she was planning next.
She had been sitting sideways on his lap with his arms around her slim waist.
She moved to straddle him.
As she started to move up and down on his covered dick, feeling her wet pussy soaking through her panties, she whispered in his ear, “You don’t have to do anything, Daddy. Just enjoy. We’re keeping our clothes on so we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just making each other a little less lonely.”
“But, Quinnie, it’s a sin,” Russell whined, then gasped as he could swear he felt his daughter’s pussy lips through her panties even though he knew that was impossible. But, whatever she was doing was really turning him on.
“No it’s not, Daddy. We’re not having sex. We’re not even kissing. We’re just making each other feel good and a little less lonely.” By now, Quinn was panting, nearing her own sweet orgasm.
She was nearing her first orgasm with another person, and the other person was her father.
It felt so naughty and so good.
“Yes it is, sweetie! What would Father Riley say? What would God say?”
“God would say that it’s good that we’ve got each other,” Quinn panted heavily with her forehead on her father’s shoulder. “Are you close, daddy?”
“Yeah, yeah, baby girl. I’m close. I still think this is a sin, though…oh!” And he released.
And so did Quinn, and it was glorious.

The next night, the only pretense Quinn allowed was Glenn Beck on TV. She was straddling her father within seconds of entering the room.
“Baby girl, we can’t do this again. It’s sinful,” Russell grunted as he immediately felt himself getting hard.
They hadn’t talked about it since Quinn had kissed her father on the cheek, said “Good night, daddy,” and run up to her room to do…Russell didn’t know what.
“Didn’t it feel good last night, Daddy?” Quinn whispered, deliberately putting a bit of a hurt tone in her voice.
“Of course it did, baby, but it’s just wro—oooh,” his warning turned to a moan, and she knew he wouldn’t try to stop her anymore.
“Just relax again, Daddy. I’ll do it all, and I promise it’ll feel so good again,” she purred in his ear.
As she began to hump his cock in earnest, she heard him mumbling under his breath…
Hail Mary,

Full of Grace,

The Lord is with thee
He stopped when he felt her erect nipples on his chest through their clothes.
He gasped and continued.
Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.
She was breathing on his neck, and humping his cock hard.
Holy Mary,

Mother of God,

pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour of death. Amen.
“Fuck!” Quinn whispered as she gushed from her pussy.
Russell didn’t scold her for her language because he was cumming himself.
Quinn hopped up, kissed his cheek, said, “Good night, daddy,” and ran upstairs to her room.
Russell said a few more Hail Marys before he crossed himself and went to clean up…again.

Quinn knew she couldn’t push her luck with her father, so she didn’t make it a routine to straddle him.
She did sit sideways on his lap every evening as Glenn Beck spewed his opinions.
And, every evening, she could feel his cock straining.
But, she didn’t push him to give in every time.
She did have needs, though, so any time she felt like she was so horny she would go up in flames from her father’s touches and his strong arms and firm chest against her, keeping her safe, she would dry hump his cock.
She was getting more and more curious to see it. It felt so good, hard against her ass and pussy.
Her father didn’t need to know that, in her bed alone, she imagined his cock fucking her pussy. He didn’t need to know that she did this after every time she watched his face and felt his twitching cock as he came in his pants.
After several times of simply straddling and humping him on the couch, he stopped protesting.
Then, after a few times more, he began to touch her through her clothes…at first just loosely gripping her waist as she furiously moved up and down the length of his cock—she had become really good at finding just the right angle to give them both maximum pleasure.
Then one evening, as she was slowly dragging her panty-covered pussy up and down his bulging cock, he moved his hands down to her hips.
“Put your hands on my ass, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I can’t,” he grunted.
“Yes you can…we still have our clothes on. It doesn’t count. Just…please touch me,” Quinn begged.
He moved his hands to her ass and squeezed and pinched her round cheeks through her dress.
“Ooh, yes Daddy. You just can’t help yourself, can you? You love your little girl’s body, don’t you, dirty old man,” she was taunting him a bit, but she thought maybe he’d like it deep down.
“Quinn!” he breathed and got impossibly harder against her pussy.
“Are you going to cum for me, Daddy?” she asked.
He never answered her dirty questions, and this was no exception.
But, she always got a response in the form of grunts and feeling his dick twitching.
And, then she was knew it was time to push him over the edge.
“Cum against my pussy, Daddy,” she demanded.
He did.
And, he immediately started mumbling his repentant prayer.
Hail Mary,

Full of Grace,

The Lord is with thee

…
As he mumbled, she kissed his cheek, whispered a little softer than usual, “Good night, Daddy,” and headed to her room to stuff four of her long fingers in her cunt, two from each hand, stretching as much as she could.. She imagined her daddy was bigger even than that, but that was the best she could do for the moment.
The next morning, at breakfast, she was horny as hell from her wet dreams about her daddy, and she couldn’t help but push things further.
It was a Saturday morning, so she was dressed in very short shorts and a t-shirt.
They were sitting across from each other eating pancakes she had made, and Russell was trying not to look at her.
After a few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She was too horny, and she needed to get off.
She pushed her chair back, and then she pushed her shorts and panties down to her ankles.
“What are you doing?” Russell asked as panicked as he was that first time.
“I’m so horny, Daddy. I need to touch myself. You don’t mind, do you, Daddy? You don’t have to touch me if you don’t want to. You’re not doing anything wrong if you just watch, though, right? You’re just being a little…naughty.” Quinn said with a tone that was slightly mocking with a large dose innocence that couldn’t possibly be real given what her hands were doing.
She began to slide her index and middle finger up and down her slit. Then, she pressed down on her clit, trying to coax it out.
“Do you like my pretty pussy, Daddy? Do you know that I do this in my room after every time I make you cum?” She said, her voice husky with new arousal.
“Quinn…” Russell breathed as he unthinkingly moved his hand down to his crotch because he was already sporting a massive erection from seeing his beautiful teenage princess’s pussy.
It was really pretty and so, so sexy.
“Oh, you’re so naughty, Daddy, touching yourself watching me stroke my pussy. Mmmm,” she moaned as she finally spread her pussy lips open with one hand while thrusting two fingers inside. “Shit…anyway, when I’m touching myself in my bedroom, I always think about your huge cock. It’s so big Daddy, and I can only imagine what it looks like, and it makes me so wet just thinking about it. I imagine putting it in my mouth and having it inside me…ooh,” she moaned as she started to squeeze her fingers as her orgasm approached.
Russell was still absentmindedly stroking himself over his pants as he watched, transfixed, as Quinn brought herself pleasure and as much as he hated the effect of her words, he couldn’t deny it.
He tried so very hard to keep from entertaining his own thoughts on what she fantasized about.
He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t. He couldn’t.
And, as she got up from her chair, pulling her panties back on but kicking her shorts away, he gulped.
She straddled him, in just her panties.
“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m still wearing my panties. You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re just being naughty, that’s all.”
It didn’t take long for either of them to finish. This time, Quinn felt his cock even more. Her sensitive pussy lips and clit brushed what she guessed was a vein in his cock that made her feel so good.
Hail Mary,

Full of Grace,

…
She came hard, clenching around the sticky fabric of her panties, and got up to take a shower.
He hadn’t cum, and he was relieved. It assuaged his guilt just enough.
He heard her showering, moaning, and tried to drown it out with clattering dishes as he cleaned up.
Then, he went to his room and finished himself off to thoughts of the round, firm, toned ass of…someone.

After the breakfast table incident, neither of them could sleep without a mutual orgasm.
One Sunday night, with no Glenn Beck on TV, Russell was in his study. He was trying to accomplish something, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Quinn writhing on top of him.
He knew she was thinking about it, too. She never missed a chance to rub up against him as she passed him in the kitchen or brush her hand over his crotch lightly as they passed in the hallway between their bedrooms upstairs.
Sometimes all Russell would be wearing at those times would be a towel, having just come from the shower.
And sometimes it was Quinn in the towel, and his cock would instantly stiffen.
“You like, Daddy?” Quinn would say.
Russell wouldn’t answer, but Quinn smiled because she knew no answer meant, “Yes, definitely yes,” especially when she caught him looking back at her barely towel-covered ass as she entered her room.
His daydream was interrupted by a soft knock.
“Hi, Daddy,” Quinn breathed as she unhesitatingly entered the open sliding door and walked brazenly behind his desk to lean against it next to his chair.
“Hi, baby girl,” Russell choked out.
She might as well have been wearing nothing as short as her shorts were, and as tight as her t-shirt was. It clung to her toned abs, and then she stretched, revealing the slightest strip of midriff. The shape of her not overly large but perfectly pert breasts drew his eye without his consent.
She had dancer’s legs, long with strong but lean thighs, and he could just see the curve of her ass as she faced him.
His mouth went dry.
“I was missing you, so I came in here to see if you were missing me too,” she husked.
“Yeah, baby, I was missing you too,” he looked down half-despondent at the rather large tent in his pants.
“I see that…naughty,” Quinn said, “What do you want to do about it?”
Russell was quickly losing control of his moral fiber, and he couldn’t help his next action.
He stood from his chair, grabbed her hips and bent her over his desk.
“Baby girl, you have to stop tempting me,” he said.
He wasn’t rough at all with her, but she willingly, and literally, bent to his will.
“Hump my ass, Daddy,” she begged. “I want to feel you come against my ass.”
Russell placed his hands on either side of her on the desk and began to hump her ass just like she asked.
He was careful not to be too rough, but she grunted as he pushed her against the hard desk.
There was just enough hard friction for her to love it. And the edge of the desk hit her clit just right as he thrust against her.
“I’m gonna cum against your ass, baby girl,” he grunted. It was the first time he’d said anything dirty out loud.
“Fuck, Daddy, yes! Give it to me!” She shuddered with her release.
And, she was so beautiful as she orgasmed that he followed her quickly.
“Yes, Daddy, I can feel your dick twitching, and I love it,” she practically shouted.
“Fuck…” he gasped. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done.
But, it had felt so good.
Hail Mary,

Full of Grace,

…

Their nightly encounters in front of the TV turned into at least twice a day, before and after school, orgasms.
For two weeks, Russell would bend Quinn over the nearest surface, the couch, the kitchen counter or table, and all but fuck her until they were both satisfied.
Quinn always had at least her underwear on, and Russell never mounted Quinn unless he had at least two layers covering his lower half.
Then one spring Saturday, Quinn came downstairs wearing a thin, short robe open wide at the neck, loosely tied at the waist, revealing astonishingly full cleavage. Under the robe was skimpy lingerie that he could see through the material.
She looked delicious, round ass, perfect tits and long, bare legs that had Russell’s dick throbbing.
She walked over to where he was sitting in an armchair, forgotten morning paper falling from his hands onto the floor, and she plopped right down on his lap.
“Morning, Daddy,” she purred and pecked him on the lips. They’d never kissed anywhere except the cheek, but in some families, father and daughter pecked each other on the lips, right?
“Morning, princess,” he smiled.
“How are you feeling this morning, Daddy? I can tell you like my outfit,” Quinn smirked.
She had been unsatisfied with the way things were going for a long time, and she was going to try to get him to finally give in and fuck her.
She had to make sure to make him think it was his idea, though.
Russell chuckled, “Yes, I really do like your outfit. Are you trying to get Daddy all hot and bothered?”
“Mmmhm…yeah,” Quinn husked. “I want to make you feel good, Daddy.”
She turned to straddle him, and her loosely tied robe fell open exposing almost her whole body…there was so much gorgeous skin.
He couldn’t help the groan that escaped as he got his first sight of his sixteen-year-old daughter’s body this close in almost all her naked glory.
She started slowly. He was already hard, and she wanted him to be able to last. If she was going to get him to cross that line, she wanted it all.
She was technically a virgin, and she was on birth control. So, she wanted him raw and she wanted to feel his essence spill inside her.
She wanted those masturbatory daydreams to become reality.
“You do make me feel good, princess,” Russell whispered as he brazenly put his hands under the robe and squeezed her ass. “So good…and you’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Daddy,”
She felt him breaking, and she tried to think of something that would set him off.
When an idea formed, she got up and turned around. She spread his legs, and sat right down on his bulge. It landed square on the crack of her ass.
“Shit, baby girl, what are you doing to me?” he gasped.
“I’m just trying to make you feel good, Daddy” she sing-songed, beginning to sway around and around on his rock hard, but still concealed, dick.
“Fuck, Quinn, I can’t take it anymore,” he said.
He pushed her up and bent her at the waist. He threw the hem of her robe up over her ass, grabbed the crotch of her panties and ripped them open, so her very wet, plump pussy just peeked out enough.
He groaned and unzipped his fly as she stood, back to him but head turned to watch.
She grinned. Success!
Then, with his dick sticking out of his pants, he pulled her back down on his lap.
“I’m gonna fuck you, baby girl. Is that what you want? Is that what you came down here in that skimpy outfit to do?” he demanded as he grabbed his dick and slid it in.
She winced as he pushed into her. He was, as she expected, bigger than anything she had ever had inside of her.
But, she was sure that once she adjusted to it, the pain would fade, and it would be so good.
And, she was right.
As she ground down on him, her pussy quickly stretched and adjusted. She felt every inch of his rigid dick, veins and ridges hitting her in all the right places.
And, she loved it.
“Ride me, Quinn,” he ordered as he grabbed her hips, helping her to ride his dick that just fit through the hole he had created in her panties.
She started to bounce up and down on his cock, and the slide of it on her walls was delicious for both of them.
He loved watching her still-covered ass jiggle as she went up and down, but he wanted to see her tits bouncing too.
“Stand up and straddle me again, baby girl,” he requested.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said and quickly complied.
She sank slowly back down on his cock, and they both groaned.
Then, she took one more risk.
She kissed him hard on the lips, tongue poking out begging for entrance.
He let her in.
Their tongues swirled, and Russell’s guilt level rose.
He tamped it down and squeezed her ass harder.
He broke the kiss and trailed kisses along the top of her breasts that were overflowing from her bra.
“Oh, Daddy, I’m gonna cum. Are you close?” Quinn panted.
“Mmmm…yeah,” he replied equally winded.
“Cum inside me, Daddy,” she begged.
So he did. He released such a large load that she felt it in waves painting her pussy walls.
“Oh, Daddy, your cum feels so good inside me,” she exclaimed as she squeezed his dick with her pussy in an equally intense orgasm.
And as he watched her blissful face, mouth open, eyes closed…it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Once they settled down, his dick still inside her, she kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Can we do that again?”
“As long as we keep our clothes on, I don’t see why not,” he replied, surprisingly casual.
“I love you, Daddy,” she murmured as she settled against him, feeling his softening cock still inside her.
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