Preachers' Daughter

Preachers' DaughterEaster time in the north usually meant snow on the ground and this year was no exception. This was the time of the year I committed myself to a visit of the church for midnight mass to share with family and friends, a local tradition. Parking was always a challenge on events like this, fresh construction made it more and more difficult each year. After some searching I parked my white NSX behind the church and as I placed it into park I noticed her. There was a blurred figure watching me from the window of the church, from the silhouette I could guess who it was. This was the preacher?s daughter, a tall brunette, large blue eyes, full lips, and long curvy legs. I could never decide which was her best feature her supple ass or the pronounced cheeks bones on her beautiful face.She met me at the entrance to the church we had met a few times in the past but we never spent any quality time together. Her breasts caught my eyes, I knew they were not much more than a handful but the combination bra and sweater enhanced them greatly. I had no objections to her escort of course as she insisted that we stand together for the service.After the first half hour, I realized my choice in seats was a mistake as the hot halogen lamp shone down on me heating me. The combination of that and the heat the woman next to me caused was too much to bear. I began to waver and feel faint. This was a standing service but I felt the need to sit. She bent down to ask what was wrong I think I?m over heated a bit. My family across the way had taken note too, my father made his way over. Maybe you should lay in my car for a bit cool off. She turned and looked at me ?I think that?s a great idea I will go with him? and he tossed me his keys.The cool winter air was a welcome relief and started feeling better instantly. I found my father?s car in the lot a Chrysler 300 with a large back seat which was much more comfortable for a nap than my own. As I settled in against the cold window she cuddled up next to me. We lay there unmoving quiet for several minutes. She began to stir as if she had some sort of epiphany or new idea. Slowly she made her way down to my belt and undid it. As she moved on to undo the buttons of my jeans she still didn?t say a word. My cock was growing as I felt the arousal I wanted her to touch it so badly. She reached down inside my underwear for my half-grown cock when I helped her pull away my jeans and underwear. For a moment, she studied the throbbing cock in her hand, she wanted it. She lay down across my stomach and inserted tip into her mouth, it was so wet and so warm. It felt so good I never wanted the feeling to stop. She was a masterful cock sucker with such tender strokes very caring in nature. She slowly such and licked my cock until I was near orgasm. At the tipping point she stopped. I looked at her in dismay, that was mean. She said not words, only smiled, and returned to gentle strokes with her hand.She returned her mouth to my cock only this time with much more enthusiasm. Not even the best of porn had cock sucking this good, I was in heaven. There was some movement from the church doors and I watched a group of alter boys step out from the church for some fresh air. One of them pointed towards the car which left me wondering if they could see what was happening or had themselves been in this situation before. My rock-hard erection faded slightly with the unwanted attention, this only strengthened her resolve. She was working harder than before to bring me close to orgasm. As she continued I forgot all about the people standing outside and was focused on her, the gentle movements and flowery scent. A couple of deep plunges of my cock to the back of her throat took me back to the edge. She was humming gentle moans now I was there holding back my massive load as long as I could. I rubbed her on the back and whispered I was cuming but she had already prepared herself for a load. Her preparation fell short, she coughed and a cum ran down the side of her cheek and tried to handle the load. She was not phased and continued milking the last drops of cum from my cock. When she figured, she had the last of the cum she sat up and used her fingers to collect the cum that ran down her cheek. She only giggled as she placed her hands on the side of my head and gave me a salty wet kiss. As I wiped it away I could only grin from what was the best oral I had ever received. We lay there for a few minutes in each others arms before returning to the ceremonies inside. Everything continued in as normal.