Authors note: Sinning in church was never meant to have a sequel. I wrote it because I enjoyed that particular scene and I intended to let readers finish it on their own in their heads. If you did read the first part and you think the ending you envisioned is better than the one I've come up with, by all means disregard what I've written here.
Sandra led her father out of the church, avoiding anyone she suspected would want to stop and talk. Mrs. Jenkins was their last hurdle and Sandra sighed heavily when she knew she couldn't escape her. Jerry, her father, stood closely to Sandra's backside, his hard on pressed up against the fleshy cheeks of her ass.
"Mrs. Jenkins," Sandra exclaimed, "I have been meaning to call you." Sandra wiggled her bottom imperceptibly as she hugged the woman. Jerry suppressed a groan as his daughter's ass applied the most delicious pressure against his cock. "I think we need to get together sometime this week. Is Tuesday good for you?"
"Oh that would be lovely dear," the silver haired woman said. "Is everything okay Jerry? You don't look so good."
Jerry didn't look well at all. His face was flushed, sweat was clearly visible on his brow and he tried to speak but only a squeak came out.
"I think he's coming down with something," Sandra mused. "I need to get him home and into bed. I'll see you Tuesday."
Mrs. Jenkins waved them through the door, Jerry still hiding his obvious arousal in his daughter's derriere. Sandra sped up once they passed the first row of cars in the parking lot. Jerry, no longer afraid of anyone spotting his erection that was tenting his pants, elongated his pace and soon both were by the truck he owned. He flicked the keyless entry and they clambered in.
"Holy –", Jerry began.
"Daddy, not while we're at church," Sandra reprimanded.
He gave her an incredulous look and then began gesturing towards the church, her torn dress, and her crotch all the while trying to speak.
"Home," Sandra commanded.
Jerry pulled out of the parking lot, his mind racing trying to put it all together. He couldn't believe what had happened in church, but there was no way he could deny it either. His hand still smelled like her pussy, his cock was as hard as a steel beam, and his daughter was leering at him every time he looked her way.
"Why today?" he finally asked as they came to a halt at a stop light.
"You finally noticed," Sandra said simply.
"Noticed what?" he said, lost as to her reasoning.
"That I'm a woman," she said with a lecherous grin. He stared at her dumbfounded until she continued. "I noticed a long time ago that my daddy was a man. I just waited until you noticed that I was a woman."
"So you planned this?" he asked bewildered.
"Well, no not really planned," Sandra explained. "I mean I knew what I wanted and I waited for you to notice. I had no idea it would finally happen in church of all places."
"What if I never noticed? What then?" Jerry pressed.
Sandra laughed. "Oh I had no worries. If you hadn't done it on your own I would have made it impossible to miss." Suddenly Jerry had no doubt that she could have made him pay attention if she had put her mind to it.
A car honking behind them brought his mind back to driving and the truck lurched forward in his haste to get home.
"So what now?" he asked, half afraid and all excited.
"What do you think?" Sandra teased. She pulled her skirt up and exposed her legs and upper thighs to her father while he drove. His eyes were riveted to the flesh underneath the hose. "Road," Sandra said putting her skirt back down.
Jerry dutifully steered his eyes back to the road and tried valiantly to pay attention to driving. He glanced at her so often that Sandra giggled musically each time he did it.
"You won't make it," she announced. They were in a shabby part of town and many of the strip malls they passed had half or more of the shops empty. "Pull in here," she indicated a parking lot with only a couple of cars in it. "Park over there." She pointed towards a corner where all of the stores were empty of businesses.
Jerry pulled into the space and put the truck into park. As he leaned back Sandra had unfastened her seatbelt and was kneeling on her seat leaning in close to him. Her face was right before him and he gazed at her with anticipation, dread, and lust. She could see the conflicting emotions racing in his eyes. Before he could object his daughter pressed her lips against his and forced her tongue into his mouth, past his unsure lips. Sandra pulled herself closer by grabbing his sport coat and thrusting her breasts hard against him. She raked her fingers through his hair with her free hand and moaned wantonly into his mouth.
Jerry had never been kissed like that. His cock grew even stiffer in his pants, if that were possible. His turgid flesh ached in a steady pulse and he could feel the wetness on his leg where he dripped his seminal lubricant. His mind fought with the need to protect his daughter, to preserve the parent-child relationship, and the mounting desire to do unholy things to his only offspring.
Sandra grabbed his hand and placed it over her tit, pushing his fingers into her soft flesh. He emitted a howl that was the cry of a wounded beast as he began to maul her body in the most unfatherly fashion. Sandra would have sighed, but she was too busy dueling his tongue with hers.
When at last she pulled back Jerry looked at her with animalistic lust. "I don't care if I go to hell," he said.
"Good," Sandra smiled lasciviously, "because I'm going to take you to heaven and never let you leave!"
Jerry gasped as his daughter clawed at his belt buckle and nearly ripped his pants open. When at last his slacks had been pulled down to his thighs his cock sprang out, a clear liquid leaking steadily from the tip. He watched as his daughter licked her lips like a starving hyena. With one last glance at her father, Sandra lowered her face into his exposed crotch.
She pressed her face against the towering stalk of his manhood, pressing it against her cheek and taking deep breaths through her nose. Sandra licked the base of her father's cock and toyed with his heavy balls. She moved it from side to side to apply more spit, careful not to stroke him for fear he would explode before she was ready. Her tongue darted out and licked his hairy sack until he whimpered.
"Here we go daddy," Sandra whispered taking a hold of the base of his cock with her fingers and aiming the tip at her pursed lips. She extended her tongue and pushed him into the tight oval of her lips, licking the underside of his cock with long sweeps as she took him in. When she got him as deep as she could she began to stroke the rest of his pole, her hand bumping into her chin with each upward motion.
