Copyright © 1999, Emerson Laken-Palmer. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Sunday AM, March 07, 1999 Without the written permission of Mr Double and during 120 days after the above mentioned date of first publication this story may be downloaded uniquely for your private use. After the limit date mentioned, the story may be freely distributed on condition that this notice remains attached, but not for profit, and providing the usual precautions have been taken to prevent it being read by unauthorized persons, especially under age children, or by people who might be offended by its contents. Mr Double may be contacted by emailing [email protected] or [email protected]. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: tempest.txt http://www.mrdouble.com M/f incest A man goes to his sleeping, teenage daughter's bedroom for a little sex. TEMPEST by Emerson Laken-Palmer I lay in my bed. Horny as hell, with a boner that's so hard it has raised the blankets and sheets, at my middle, like a tent. The feel of the material, against my cock-tip, only makes me harder and hornier. Karen, my wife of fifteen years, has already informed me that she is "not in the mood" and will in no way assist me in the sexual relief I am so desperate for. Sexual relief that she is so lax in giving, at any time, in any form, anyway. Karen, at 34, is not the girl I married anymore. With her 190 pound frame and sagging tits she is not the picture of sexual fulfillment. For the last six years her idea of sex is just me laying on her and pumping for the few minutes it takes. I have to be careful to pull my penis out of her, at just the right moment, and catch my seed in my hand because she doesn't want any messy stuff on or inside of her. Karen's pussy is as big as a cavern now and she will not take my cock in her mouth or allow me to perform any "unusual" sex acts on her. In other words, sex with my wife is a total bust and a worthless effort. I have, for these last six years, developed another sexual outlet. An outlet that is far more satisfying but far more dangerous. I'm not talking about prostitutes. The danger with a hooker is deadly in this age. AIDS is a death sentence. But maybe my outlet is a death sentence as well. I look to my side and check on Karen. I don't know why I have to look. She is snoring like a cow. She is dead asleep. Nothing can wake her when she is snoring like that. Nothing ever has. I pull the blankets from my naked body and rise from my bed. The room is dark with only the glow from the nightlight to show me the way out the door and into the hallway. I walk across to my daughter's room. It is a little brighter in here with both a nightlight and the moonlight from the bedroom window. I tread to Tempie's bed and look down at her. She is softly sleeping, on her side, her back to me, with her blonde hair flowing over her pillow. The warm night has caused her to kick her blankets to the floor again and I look at her fourteen year old body, clad in a white t-shirt that has ridden up to just below her small breasts. Further down I can see the evident curve of her budding womanhood as it fans up from her slim waist to her round, soft looking ass. She is wearing black bikini panties which have pulled into the crack between her buttocks as she has slept. I reach down and gingerly feel her supple bum cheek as I watch her breathing rhythmically in the quiet room. Her behind is so much softer than it appears. I squeeze it tenderly and let my hand wander over the warm globe as I take my other hand and squeeze my pipe-hard cock. Tempie doesn't stir as I fondle her ass or as I slowly run my hand up the creamy skin of her soft stomach. I push my hand under her shirt. She is wearing no bra and I find and grasp my little daughter's hot, firm, young breast. It fits precisely in my hand. I can feel it's nipple against my sweaty palm as I squeeze and caress it. I continue to pump my burning cock as I bend and reach to fondle my little girl's other breast. My excitement is making me shiver now. Tempie's breathing catches for a moment and I quickly pull my hand away from her. Her eyes do not open but she moans softly and then slowly rolls onto her back. Her breathing stops for just a second and then I see her pretty lips part and she begins to breathe through her mouth as I look down at her. I can see her white teeth and the tip of her pink tongue now. I stand still for a time, just watching her sleep. In her new position, her girlish thighs are slightly parted and I can see, below her flat stomach, to the jut of her pussy mound, under the material of her panties. I can even make out a few strands of pussy hair, peeking out from the elastic of the black bikinis. I slowly reach down and cup my hand over the soft material, between her warm, fleshy thighs, feeling the heat of her body as it radiates from her pussy and through the nylon of her underpants. My palm can feel the hard bone at the top of her pussy and my fingers relish the feel of the dainty softness of her billowy lips. I rub there gingerly now, pressing the material of her panties into her slit as I do so. My middle two fingers can detect the slick moisture that has soaked through the fabric as she has slept. I tremble from the enormity of the awful act I am engaging in: rubbing my young daughter's sexual area as I stand here and jack on my cock. I remember that, years ago, this was enough to get me over. I used to jack cum onto her little, sleeping body, shooting pearl- colored droplets of semen all over her exposed stomach and thighs. Then I'd gently clean her off and quietly go back to my room. In the last few years though this has not been enough. My cock aches from the excitement. I can feel my slimy pre-cum lubricating the head as I take my hand from myself. I am beyond control now as I lean to Tempie and take hold of the waistband of her underpants. I pull them slowly downward, working them from under her butt and watching as the forbidden triangle of her downy, hair-covered pussy comes into view. I am breathing hard as I pull them down her thighs and then down her pliant legs. I check the crotch of her panties now. It is soaked with her feminine secretions. I put the material to my nose and smell it. There is nothing like the pungent scent of young pussy. It is sexually sharp and thrilling. I lick the thick deposit from the cotton lining and savor the sweet, slightly salty taste of her sex on my tongue as I drop the bikinis to the floor. I look down at the tangled fur of her pubic mound now. I can just make out the indentation between the puffy lips of her most private place. It draws me like a magnate. I place my hand over it again, this time feeling the actual hot flesh and soft hair of my daughter's dainty pussy. I gently caress her there for a moment and then I push my finger into her delicate fold. It is very warm and slick with wetness inside her female furrow. I work my finger carefully into her vagina, seeing her stomach muscles tighten as the breath catches in her throat again. I do not pull my hand away this time. Instead I collect the sexual lubrication from deep within her hole and I spread it, throughout her slit, with my middle finger. Tempie's breathing pattern changes now but she does not awaken. I slowly remove my finger from her pussy, sniff the heady allure of her sharp, sexual fragrance and then lick Tempie's fluids from it. The scent and the taste of her have driven me to sexual frenzy and I take hold of her soft calves and slowly spread her legs wide apart on her little bed. Squeezing my rigid cock one more time, I move onto the bed, getting on my knees, between her creamy thighs and using one arm to slowly lower myself above her sleeping body. I look down as my other hand holds my cock and guides it toward its open, exposed target. I can feel the thrill as my penis-head touches the hot, wet skin between my daughter's pussy lips. I rub the sensitive knob, at the tip of my cock, up and down in her slickened groove and then I feel the dimple of her opening and I hesitate, just for a moment, and then press firmly inward. I can feel the pop as my cock-head enters my daughter's slippery but restrictive vagina and I suppress a groan from the thrill of the sensations that cause my leg and stomach muscles to tighten. I lower my body gently down onto her warm, soft, cuddly, little frame. I can see the freckles, on the bridge of her nose, as her eyes flicker open, inches from my own. "Daddy? Is that you?" her sleepy voice intones to me. "Yes, baby," I whisper, feeling her slippery pussy lips quiver tightly around my cock head. "It's okay. It's Daddy." I push a little more cock into her. "Ow!" she says, but in a whisper. "Sorry, honey. Relax." "Daddy, don't do this..." "Shhhhh." I say as I push more of myself into her body. She is very tight and entry has always been difficult for her. A year ago, when I first started to have actual intercourse with Tempie, it took nearly a half an hour to just get it inside of her and she was never able to take in all of my cock until just about six months ago. I feel her tiny hands push at my chest and her little body squirms under me, causing her legs and her pussy to open wider for me. I pull my moistened shaft back a little but then push it inward again and feel the exquisite sensations as my cock presses fully into her sexual cavity. I can feel the opening of my daughter's cervix as it presses against the most sensitive area of my penis. I have to remain still, locked within her, as I strain to keep myself from cumming right at this very moment. My eyes are tightly shut from the intensity of the sensations and I hear her whispering to me, "Daddy, it's so big. It hurts me, Daddy. Please take it out." I push my mouth to her ear, feeling the softness of her cheek and smelling the natural perfume of her sandy hair at my nose. "Do the sex kiss with me, like I taught you," I instruct her. I move my mouth to hers' and she obediently opens her lips and parts her teeth for me. Her mouth tastes sweet as I suck and spar with her little tongue and her lips mesh precisely with my own. (Everyone always says that she has her father's mouth). I push her shirt up over her firm breasts so that I can feel them pressing against my hairy chest. Then I wrap my arms around her small body, hug her to me, and begin to fuck her, hearing her grunt, through her nose, with each forward thrust of my ass. After only a few minutes, I can feel my nuts begin to strain and I am about to spew a massive amount of our family's seed directly up into my own little girl. I freeze, holding my cock motionless in the hot constriction of her tight pussy and I pull my mouth from hers. "Tempie," I breathlessly whisper to her closed eyes, "Daddy's going to cum. Do YOU want to cum?" Her eyes flicker open and I can see the baby blue of her irises. I fuck a couple of deep, hard thrusts and watch her face as I do it to her. The anxiety in her eyes has been replaced by a glaze of sexual lust. That's the way it has always been with her. She always resists sex with me until she becomes horny but, once she's aroused, she will sometimes even ask me to do dirty things with her. "Yes," she whispers in my ear. I lean my head down and take the soft nipple of her breast into my mouth. I suck on it and feel it harden between my lips for a moment. "What do you want to do?" I ask her. I feel Tempie pushing her pussy up under me, coaxing me to keep fucking her as she closes her eyes again in thought. "Suck my pussy, Daddy," she says dreamily. That's what she likes the best. It's what I used to do with Tempie in the years before I started to fuck her. I used to lick her smooth little snatch when she was younger. I always made her cum real hard that way. Sometimes I would come to her room in the night (like tonight) and play with the budding nipples of her flat chest and teach her how to kiss. Then, when the passion of her kisses conveyed to me that she was aroused, I would gently lay her down, spread her legs and then lick her little, hairless pussy while I masturbated myself to climax. She would come many times that way. Tempie was very orgasmic, even at nine. From there, we progressed to where I had her jack me off while I either licked or used my hand to manipulate her bare little muffin (that's what she called her pussy then) to orgasm. Her hand looked so small as it worked up and down my large shaft and she made such cute faces when it became suddenly icky with my cum. I used to feel guilty about it afterwards. I knew that it was forbidden. I knew that I was taking advantage of her. I would try to make myself stop, knowing that it was very wrong and that I was abusing and defiling my sweet little girl. But sometimes (when I was home alone and thinking about never EVER doing anything, like that, with her again) she would come home from school and my little darling would come in to me, stand by my desk and then wordlessly step out of her underpants. "What are you doing?" I would ask her as I looked down at the discarded white, cotton panties sitting next to her shiny, patient leather shoes. Then she would pull up the front of her skirt, exposing her skinny thighs and her puffy little pussy for me and say, "Lick it, Daddy!" I wouldn't think twice about it. I'd drop to the floor, in front of her, take hold of her soft little butt cheeks and pull her middle to my face so I could smell the sharp, girl-scent of her bald pussy. Then, as she excitedly clasped my head between her little hands, I would proceed to eagerly lick into her delicate, musky little notch and feel her parting her knees and pressing the warm mound of her soft, hairless pussy to my mouth until her spindly legs began to wobble and she shuddered and came. I started teaching her to take care of me, in the same way, when she was eleven. Tempie, with my training, was a very accomplished cock sucker by the time she finished grade school. I used to find it comical, at first, the way her lips stretched to take in the massive head of my stiff penis. I can remember grasping her soft, little shoulders, as she knelt before me, and watching her, barrette decorated, blond head bobbing on my shaft. As I stood there, and my cock felt the delicious shocks and pangs that her little mouth was generating through me, I would instruct her in how to properly give head. I taught her the right place to work her hot tongue and warm lips and the proper time to add suction and how to hold my balls as she nursed on me. I taught her how to push her little finger into my ass (when I started to cum) and, by the time she was in Junior High, she could take my cock deep in her mouth and suck out (and even swallow) my spurting load of sperm better than a seasoned whore. When she was twelve (and wispy hair first appeared on her maturing pussy lips and her breasts began to swell) we started regularly doing sixty-nine with each other. We both liked to do it, while laying on our sides together (my head between her parted legs and her face at my crotch) and it soon became a weekly routine. We got so good at recognizing how close the other was to orgasm that we learned how to pace each other, as we licked and sucked, and time it so that we'd bring each other off at almost the exact same moment. Our teamed orgasms were so thrilling. She would have me at just the point of climax and, as I greedily licked into her, I'd see her pale ass cheeks suddenly tighten and her legs would close around my head and go rigid. I would reach down and clutch her tender, little breasts and start licking out the slimy sweetness from the fragrant slot of her spasming sexual opening while, at that same moment, I could feel her little mouth working excitedly on my orgasming cock and sucking hard as I spurt out my thick ejaculate to her. I was always overcome by severe remorse afterwards though and, if it were still early, I would take her to the soda shop and buy her something to both give her a treat and to ease my sickened conscience. I can remember once sitting at the booth in the soda shop with her. She was still wearing the blue and white cheerleader uniform, that she wore home from Junior High, and she looked so sweet and lovely and wholesome as she sipped her chocolate soda from the straw. We seemed to make such a lovely father-daughter picture, as we sat there, and her many school friends recognized her and called out or waved to us. I felt like the world's sickest pervert and my stomach ached as I watched my own rosy-cheeked, blond, little thirteen-year-old and realized that, just ten minutes earlier, I had pumped my thick, heady sperm right into her pretty mouth. "That soda should remove the icky taste," I apologetically assured her. Tempie stopped sipping and looked up at me. "Daddy!" she complained loudly and then she smiled at my gloomy face and leaned to me, looking around the room and holding her hand to my ear so that no one could hear her whisper, "I LIKE the taste of your sperm." As I remember, it was later, that very night, that I first attempted vaginal penetration with her. I slowly pull my cock from her tight hole, sensing the suction as it plops from her small, warm, curvy, little body. Then I move down between her thighs, which she spreads widely for me. I know how she likes it. I grasp her soft hips and place my mouth over the open folds of her wet sex, pushing my tongue deep into her tasty vagina and sucking and probing, using my upper lip to massage her clitoris. Tempie cums after only a minute of this, rewarding me with a massive amount of sweet, sexual nectar directly on my tongue. She doesn't make a sound as she grabs my hair and trembles rigidly in orgasm. We have both become adept at not making noise when we have sex. I move back over her, seeing the glow of sexual satisfaction on her sweet, young face. "How are you going to take care of me?" I whisper to her. "In me, Daddy." God, I want to. But I do have a fear about it. "When was your last period?" I ask. "It's due in a couple of days." I hadn't cum inside of her in a few months. Not since her periods first began. I really need a good release though. "Okay," I say, pushing my cock slowly back into the hot, slick tightness of her pussy until I can feel her little pubic mound pressing against mine and the softness of her spread thighs on my hips. I am lightheaded from the sensations. "Kiss me, Daddy," Tempie whispers into my ear and she wraps her arms around my neck. I put my open mouth to hers and I feel her sweet tongue probe me as I begin to steadily fuck her again. I know that she can taste her piquant cum in my mouth as I begin to strongly churn my cock into her blossoming young body with a rising sexual frenzy. Tempie pushes her pussy up to meet my inward thrusts and she moans into my face to show me that my fucking feels good, to her now, too. I know, from experience, that she is on the edge of another orgasm and I grind into her harder to bring her to climax with me. She is so dirty and sweet (just the way I have made her) and in a matter of moments I am sucking hard on her eager mouth and my rigid cock is jerking, deep inside of her, and spewing a huge load of my semen directly into my baby girl's little belly. I can feel her under me, tightening her pussy muscles around my spurting cock and drawing my load into her as she hugs me tightly. She knows so well how to give me a complete and powerful orgasm. Her soft legs are wrapping around my ass now and I can feel her heels urging me into her as I erupt again and again in an intense and massive climax. I think I may have screamed. I don't know. It felt so good that I almost passed out. I lay on top of her soft, adolescent body for a few minutes, trembling and feeling my cock shrinking inside of her until it finally goes totally soft and she forces it out with her tight vaginal muscles. "God, that was good!" I whisper, and I hug her to me, thinking about how much I am going to hate it when my little girl is sixteen and old enough to go out on dates with boys. "Get off me now," she instructs me, "I've got to get some sleep for school tomorrow." "Alright, baby," I say, as I sit up between her widely parted legs and look down at my lovely daughter's stretched and open pussy. I can see my generous load of sperm, lewdly flowing out of her reddened hole like a curdled river of thick, sour milk. I feel the weight of guilt again as I climb out of her warm little bed. I want to say something to her. Something fatherly. Something that would help her to forgive me for all of this. Something that would regain for me the love and respect that a girl feels for a normal father. But how can I act as a father to her after the contemptible thing I have just done with her again? I lean to her and kiss her forehead, wishing that I had never started these grotesquely immoral activities with her. I push her legs more modestly together and pull her shirt down to cover her little breasts. "Go clean up, sweetheart," I say, "and I'll see you in the morning." Tempie smiles up at me. A smile full of adoring sweetness, just like the smiles she gave me when I rocked her in my arms as an innocent baby girl. I turn from her, feeling unworthy of such a smile. I know how I am. I know I have no control. I know that I will be back and that I will do it to her again some night soon. As I reach her door, I hear her hushed voice calling behind me, "Goodnight, Daddy," she whispers, "I love you!" THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND HAS NO CONNECTION WITH ANY REAL PERSONS OR EVENTS. ---------------------------------------------------------------- THE PURPOSE OF THIS STORY IS NOT TO TITILLATE OR PROMOTE SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH OFFSPRING. THE PROBLEM OF INCEST IS REAL AND ENGAGEMENTS (LIKE THE ONE DESCRIBED ABOVE) TAKE PLACE, IN THIS COUNTRY, EVERY DAY. THINK ABOUT THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN TEMPIE AND HER FATHER AND HOW IT AFFECTS THEIR LIVES NOW AND WILL AFFECT THEM IN THE FUTURE. HOW IS HER FATHER ABLE TO DO SUCH THINGS WITH HER? HOW CAN HER FATHER JUSTIFY WHAT HE IS DOING TO HER? WHAT MAKES HIM CONTINUE TO DO IT? WHAT SHOULD TEMPIE DO TO STOP HIM? WHY DOESN'T SHE TELL SOMEONE ABOUT IT? DOES SHE WANT HIM TO STOP? DO YOU THINK SHE IS BEING HARMED BY THIS? WHAT COULD HER FATHER DO TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT? CAN THEIR LIVES BE PUT BACK TO NORMAL? SHOULD HER FATHER BE IMPRISONED OR WOULD COUNSELING HELP? IF YOU WERE TEMPIE'S MOTHER, AND YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND AND DAUGHTER, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? DO YOU THINK IT'S POSSIBLE THAT TEMPIE'S MOTHER KNOWS ABOUT THE RELATIONSHIP ALREADY? IF SO, WHY HASN'T SHE PUT A STOP TO IT? --------------------------------------------------------------- MORE INFORMATION ON THIS SUBJECT AND INFORMATION ON HELP AND COUNSELING FOR INCEST VICTIMS IS AVAILABLE AT YOUR LOCAL LIBRARY. (C)-1994 by E. Laken-Palmer *---(:> MrDouble's Palisades <:)---* www.mrdouble.com Make Me Smile... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---*