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TEMPEST
by Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 2.
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 magnet. 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.
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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.
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TEMPEST
This part, NOT by Emerson Laken-Palmer . . . by Me.
Part 3.
The feel of my daughter's body against mine, her firm
titties thrusting against my chest, her smooth skin under my
hands, her warm little tummy rippling softly against mine, and
most of all the sucking wet heat of her soft cunny rippling
around my swollen member made it hard for me to think of anything
except how good it felt, let alone answer my daughter's question.
"Daddy?" she repeated; shifting her body a little more
comfortably, and allowing my penis to slide all the way up inside
her body, "Is that you?"
For a second, the red heat of a jealous rage suffused me, as
I wondered just who else my daughter would allow to abuse her
body like this . . . then I relaxed, as I remembered that Tempie
was a "good" girl, and would never allow a man to touch her "down
there". No one except her father, that is.
Even her boyfriend was a nice kid, who hadn't done anything
more than kiss my daughter chastely on the cheek; and had seemed
embarrassed to do even that. The poor kid would probably be a
virgin until he was 25, or some nice girl like Tempie took pity
on the boy, and married him.
"Uhuh," I answered; now sliding two or three inches in and
out of my little girl's tight little cunny. By now I was panting
from the effort of trying not to spurt inside the child before I
had felt her body against mine long enough to satisfy me. "Push
back, Honey," I said; pushing forward myself.
"Unh." Tempie's grunt as she lifted her hips a little in
response, was barely audible. My prick slid all the way into
her, until I could feel the tight ring of the entrance to her
vagina squeezing on the base of my prick, while her tight little
sleeve milked and sucked on the fat tube jerking inside her.
It didn't take long . . . it never did. Just the knowledge
that I was actually fucking my own little girl, was usually
enough to get me off within a few seconds of sliding inside her.
Two or three minutes at the most, and I would usually be spurting
hot liquid life in my daughter's heat. I didn't want to do it so
soon, but I couldn't help myself. Sliding in and out of my
little girl's unresisting body was just too sexy. Tempie didn't
fight me off, but she didn't fuck madly back at me like a slut,
either. As I said, my daughter's a GOOD girl. "Oh God," I
groaned, as i realized that once again I was about to do it.
"I'm gonna . . ." I started to withdraw, pulling my penis
gradually out of my daughter's body, so the slick wet heat
milking on my prick didn't make me ejaculate before I got it out
where it was safe.
"It's OK, Daddy," said Tempie; holding my hips steady with
her hands, while looking me straight in the eye, "You can cum in
me, if you want to . . . I don't mind."
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"OOooooh." With a shuddering groan I slid all the way back
into her; my body jerking with the spasms of my relief, as squirt
after thick white squirt of my body's fluids rippled through my
penis and into my daughter's body, as my prostate emptied itself
into my little girl's sex. One, two, then three thick bulges of
life-giving fluid surged through my jerking penis, and into the
sucking wet heat of my daughter's soft little body, before I
finally collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. Later I would
think about the consequences of what I had done, and possibly
feel guilty. Right now I was too tired to do more than just pant
and catch my breath, as my prick slowly wilted in her softly
squeezing hole.
"Thanks, Daddy," said Tempie; holding me close, while her
inexperienced lips sought mine in a slightly clumsy but yet
loving kiss. As always, I was almost astounded at the fact that
SHE was thanking ME. I was almost overcome with gratitude myself
that Tempie would let me do this, without bringing the house
down, with screams that she was being raped. Only Tempie never
had objected; even the first time, when I had taken her
virginity, the little girl had just whimpered a little; letting
me slide inside her once she knew it was her own father sliding
his "thing" between her legs.
I was just relaxing in my daughter's arms; enjoying the
softness of her body against mine, and the firm pressure of her
heaving titties pushing against my chest, while my dribbling cock
slowly wilted in her sloppy-wet hole, when I became aware of a
little extra light in the room, as the door behind me opened.
"I'll have breakfast ready in a few minutes, as soon as you
two are finished," my wife said. "I don't want to rush you, but
you've got to get to work this morning, and Tempie, YOU have to
catch your bus. OK?"
Damn. I KNEW there was a reason I hated mornings.
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