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THE GUARDIAN
By Art Martin

CHAPTER 1

THE STORM
(M/f, inc, cons)


It was late, almost midnight.  Brad lay in his bed, alone, watching the distant
flickering light through the expansive wall of French windows and doors that led
onto the patio.  The 10 o'clock news had warned that a line of severe
thunderstorms was approaching Rockford and would hit after midnight.  The
storms were particularly violent west of town, with high winds, much lighting,
golf ball sized hail, and heavy rain.  A tornado watch was in effect.  Brad loved
the light show of these spring weather fronts, and loved to watch the fury of the
blowing rain.  He was not overly concerned about the tornado watch, as he knew
that even if a swarm of tornados broke out, the probability of actually being hit by
one was very low.  Of course if a big one did hit you, it could be like being thrust
into a food processor live; you could kiss your ass goodbye.

Watching the distant, yet relentlessly approaching storm, he idly played with
himself, not really masturbating, but just getting hard and then letting it subside. 
He had brought himself to erection several times now as he laid alone, on top of
the sheets of the king size bed. His glans was wet from pre-seminal fluid and spit
that he had smeared over the helmet shaped head.  He felt up and down his 9-inch
shaft, stopping to tweak his spongy dickhead between his thumb and index finger. 
It just plain felt good.  Self-stimulation was the only form of sexual pleasure he'd
had in the past six months.  As much as he wanted to get his rocks off, Brad felt
that he needed to hold off, and if he held off long enough he would go and seek
out a woman to share his bed with.  He thought about the last time he made love
to his beloved Teresa right in this very bed, but she wasn't coming back.  She
couldn't come back.  He had to move on with his life.

He looked about the spacious, elegantly furnished bedroom, briefly lit by the
flickering light.  He heard a faint low rumble.  This was Teresa's house.  She
designed it and furnished it.  How many years ago was that?  Kimberly, his
fifteen-year old daughter hadn't started grade school yet.  Ten years?  Teresa's dad
had paid for it, in cash, and gave it to her as a gift.   Big Jim was generous with
his only daughter, for a price.

"Fucking bastard!" he uttered under his breath at the thought of the vile old man. 
'Big Jim' he liked to be called, though he was small in stature.  It really wasn't the
old man's fault, but then again it was.  Teresa drove to see Big Jim's lawyer about
his estate, the old bastard having died and gone straight to hell.  A drunk driver
crossed the median and hit her head-on.  Ironically, the drunk was a former
employee of Big Jim's, who after being fired took solace in a bottle.

Big Jim's estate was substantial and Teresa was his only heir.  The line of
succession was clear; Brad was Teresa's heir.  'The old man must be spinning in is
grave,' Brad thought.   Big Jim disliked Brad from the start and was dismayed
when Teresa married him.  Father and daughter didn't speak until Big Jim was a
grandfather.  As the years passed Big Jim grudgingly accepted Brad, though he
openly held him in poor regard.

The flashing sky became gradually brighter and the accompanying low rumble
became more pronounced, with the long low rumble being followed by a heavier
rolling thud that shook the windows.  The rumbling was almost continuous. Brad
thought of all the money.  There was a ton of cash and stocks and bonds that
totaled twenty two million.  Then Brad sold controlling interest in Big Jim's
chemical company for a cool 78 million, and he still held a quarter of the stock. 
At auction, the contents of Big Jim's house, art, various collections and
furnishings brought nearly three million, but the house itself was still unsold.

Brad chuckled at himself.  He didn't need to work a lick the rest of his life, but
still he was pursuing his self-service car wash business like his livelihood
depended on it. He had a new location being built to add to the five locations he
had already built and owned.  He had no employees, but handled everything
himself.  Really wasn't much to it.  Once a week he would visit a location in his
beat up white van, empty the coin boxes, re-supply the soap, wax and vending
machines, empty the vacuum containers, clean up the grounds (from the slobs
who threw their trash and emptied their ashtrays on the ground rather than into
the trash receptacles), and dump all the trash cans into the dumpster.  Took about
two hours at each location, not including the drive time.  He could easily do three
locations a day, leaving him five days a week to play golf or do whatever.  The
business was simply a matter of self-pride.

A sharp flash and a loud thunderclap started him.  He looked outside.  The trees
were being buffeted by gusting winds, but the rain hadn't started yet.  BAM! 
Another close bolt, BAM!!!  The blinding flashes lit the room momentarily like a
strobe light.  He felt the hairs on his body bristle and then BAM!!!!   It sounded as
if a bomb had detonated just outside the window.  He was certain the house itself
took a hit.  Then the sound of the house being pelted by baseball-sized hail grew
immediately to a deafening roar.  Another bombast of a close hit.

Through the racket of booming thunder and bombarding hail he heard "DaDee!!!"
as Kimberly landed on top of him, clutching his neck, terrified. He instinctively
placed his left hand on her tee shirt clad back and placed his right hand on her
bare butt.  He froze.  She was squirming on top of him, trying to burrow through
him, her firm bosoms pressed into his bare chest.  She smelled just like her
mother did. He moved his right hand higher, and only managed to hike the shirt
bottom even higher.  "DaDee, DaDee!!!!"  she cried oblivious to his naked state
and equally oblivious to her own partial naked state. She was straddling him.

'Oh, my god,' Brad thought.  He was in a near panic.  He tried to comfort her and
began to talk softly to her.  "It's OK baby.  It's OK.  You're safe.  Daddy will keep
you safe."  His mind raced trying to figure a way out of the compromising
position he suddenly found himself in, naked with his hand on his daughter's bare
butt.  She squirmed around again and though he tried to remain perfectly still, her
bare butt slid under his hand.

"Hold me, DaDee, hold me!" she pleaded.

He held her tight, his right hand firmly on her butt.  He felt the crack of her ass
just at the tip of his fingertips.   She squirmed some more.  'Oh, god, please be
still', he silently pleaded.  

Then it started.  He couldn't control it.  He couldn't stop it.  He felt the tip of his
dick sliding along the inside of her thigh.  He tried to push her off of him, but she
clutched tightly as the storm raged on outside.

"Hold me, hold me," she cried.

Mortified, Brad lay there as his dick became increasingly erect. The pre-cum that
had filled his cock tube readily flowed out. He had always produced copious
quantities of pre-cum and now was no exception.  His dickhead met an
obstruction, but his erection continued to grow unabated.  He was semi-erect and
getting harder as the seconds passed.  His dickhead pressed into the folds of her
labia.  With her legs straddling him, the lips of her pussy were partially open,
offering absolutely no resistance to the well-lubricated tip of his ever-hardening
penis.  His glans began to penetrate between her labia. Still she clutched him in
desperation, apparently unaware of what was inadvertently happening.

"You've got to get off me, Kim," he hoarsely whispered.

"No!  Hold me DaDee!"  She squirmed again and he felt his dick slip inside her
lower lips.

"You've got to get off!"

"No!!!"

"Baby, please!  We can't do this!"  His dick was getting harder and began sinking
deeper into her sex.

"Oh DaDee!"

"Kim, please baby, get off of me!"

"Oh DaDee!  You're so big!"

She made no effort to get off.    Brad was horrified as he felt his dick penetrating
her deeper and deeper into her tight vagina, and still he wasn't at his fully erect 9
inches.  She wiggled her ass and drove it in ever deeper.

"Oh, DaDee!  Oh, DaDee!  I never knew you were so big!"

It felt so incredibly good to have his dick buried in a warm, moist tight snatch. 
She was so tight.  She began squeezing him with her kegel muscles.  But this was
Kim!  This was his baby!  His conscious screamed even as forbidden desire began
to overwhelm him. Her body twisted seductively on top of him and his penis
slipped in deeper, her contracting pussy squeezing and releasing it, coaxing it to
penetrate ever deeper.

The roar of the hail had given way to the sound of blowing heavy rain and the
flashes of lightening decreased in luminescence, the thunder decreased in volume. 
He didn't notice.

Kim's head was buried in the crook of his neck and she was making little mewing
sounds, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm."  Brad shifted ever so slightly and his big
dick inadvertently penetrated her more.  She groaned in salacious contentment
and pushed back on his dick driving it still deeper. "Oh, yes DaDee, oh yes!"

His willpower and conscience vaporized and he deliberately thrust into her until
his cock was fully buried within her.  She winced, but began cooing, "Yes, yes,
yes, DaDee, yes.  God, you feel so good in me." She began grinding her hips. 
"Fuck me DaDee, fuck me," she pleaded.

Brad rolled her over onto her back, impaled on his long rod.  He gazed down on
her, the flickering light illuminating her lust-contorted face.  He drew his knees
up under her legs and sat partially upright.  He looked down, grasped the hem of
her tee shirt and in one motion pulled it over her head.  He feasted his eyes on her
firm tits, much bigger than her mother's with dark aureoles the size of a silver
dollar. He swept his hands across her heaving mammaries.  Kim struggled and
freed her arms of the shirt.  He lay back down on her, supporting his weight with
his arms.  She locked her ankles around his waist and drew him deeper into her,
cooing, "Fuck me DaDee, yes fuck me. Please DaDee, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me.  God you fill me up!"

An unstoppable tidal wave of shameless lust consumed him as her body writhed
under him in lewd wantonness, drowning out the fading protests of his battered
conscious. He pulled back his hips, withdrawing his dick from his precious
daughter's vagina, paused and surrendering to his base instincts, deliberately
drove deep into her.   Her eyes went wide open and then slowly closed as he
began to slowly fuck his fifteen-year old daughter.  Moans and groans of pure
pleasure were pouring from her as lust chemicals flooded her nervous system.  A
low throaty groan emanated from her, just like her mother made.

"My god you're tight, Baby," he groaned, luxuriating in the delightful sensations
produced by her clasping cunt on his sex starved rod of manmeat. 

She didn't seem to be in any sort of discomfort with his big pecker stretching her
cunt.  He began to pick up the pace, like an old steam locomotive pulling out of
the station, piston and cylinder moving in unison, the pace quickening with each
full stroke, he fucked her harder and harder.  Sensing the beginning of her
orgasm, Brad picked up his pace and fucked her in earnest, slamming her with
each powerful thrust.  Fire and earthquake wracked her loins and belly and her
tight little cunny clamped down on his thrusting big dick.  A high-pitched cry
announced her soaring pleasure to the heavens.  He fucked her through her
orgasm until she started to come down.  He sat back on his knees and completely
withdrew his dick, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

"No, DaDee, no!  Please don't stop," she begged, her eyes filled with a desperate
yearning.  

He didn't want to stop, but his dick was tingling and he wasn't ready to complete
this fucking, and so he stopped before he shot his wad.  He began rubbing his
right hand across her firm tits.  His late wife's tits had been small, barely a good
handful, but Kim's tits were ample and full. He took extreme pleasure in fondling
her.  His left hand slipped down to her freshly fucked pussy.  Her crotch was
covered in her own slime mixed with his pre-cum. 

Finding her engorged clit with his thumb, she jumped at the first contact.  He
rested his thumb against the side of her hard pleasure bud and gently stroked
against its side.  Soon her ample breasts were heaving and she began bucking
under his practiced touch, gasping incoherently,  "Ungh  Ungh  Uuuunnngghh!"  

Brad's hard cock was still at the entrance to her delightful pussy and he plunged
into her again.  "UUUUUUUUNNNNHHHH!" she grunted, while her vagina
squeezed and milked his hard manhood.  

Leisurely he fucked her, paying particular attention to stroking her G-spot,
fucking her through several, almost continuous orgasms. Gasping for breath she
babbled on continuously, sometimes coherently, sometimes not, begging for
more, as their naked bellies slapped together in incestuous copulation
accompanied by the squishy noises of Brad's dick plunging in and out of his teen
daughter's cock-hungry snatch.  After forty minutes of continuous fucking, his
orgasm began to build again so once again he withdrew in order to maintain
control.

She didn't beg him to continue as she was now exhausted from her father's long
fucking.  She loosened the grip of her legs around his waist.  She lay there,
breathless, basking in the after glow of a grand fucking.  

He didn't move from between her now rubbery legs.  Brad left her still quivering
pussy alone for the moment and concentrated his efforts on her magnificent tits. 
Leaning forward, he sucked in her left nipple as his hand mauled her right tit.  

Her mother's nipples had been so small, almost child-like, but Kim's nipples were
well developed, about the size of a pencil eraser.  They also seemed to be long
and Brad delighted in running his tongue up along the side before getting to the
tip; with Teresa, there were no sides to her small nips, just the nipple tip.  

Kim gripped her daddy's head as he orally pleasured her young breasts softly
moaning, "Mmmmmmm."  

Brad slathered first one tit and then the other, licking, sucking and softly biting
into her womanly fresh. He was surprised when she tensed up, squeezed his head
tight and let out a loud gutteral moan announcing yet another orgasm.  Her
mother never did that.

Knowing that her nipples were overly sensitive now, Brad sat up right again and
grasped both of her legs, pushing them forward to her shoulders, doubling her up
into a full pike position, her butt rolled up off the bed.  He slowly penetrated her
again, deeper than he had penetrated her before until his dick was forced up
against her cervix.  It seemed to Brad that his dick was about to come out of her
mouth he was so deep.  Wrapping his arms around her, pinning her into this
position, he fucked her hard and deep, banging his cockhead against her cervix
with every stroke.  

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried as he slammed her brutally.  

He didn't last long this time and he was rocked by an amazingly intense orgasm. 
He seemed to almost lose his vision, as if he were in a tunnel of darkness as his
cock spewed copious quantities of his seed into his nearly delirious daughter. 
Once the sweet agony had subsided, he lay breathless on her for several minutes
as his cock slowly deflated in her pulsating vagina.

Brad sat upright again and his dick popped out of her pussy, fresh cum streamed
from her honey hole.   Lowering her legs gently, he scooted down the bed until
his knees were on the floor, and then drove his face into her well-fucked pussy. 
Burying his face and nose into her hot gaping slit, Brad sucked and lapped up the
sumptuous juices flowing from her cunt.  

Brad suddenly became aware for the first time that she shaved her pussy, shaved
all but a small patch of soft curly hair on her pubic mound, just like her mother
did.  He ran his tongue over the smooth skin of her blood engorged pussy lips.  As
he rimmed her still pulsating cunt hole with his tongue, he rubbed her clit with his
nose.  He was rewarded with her trusting her hips onto his tongue and her mewls
of salacious contentment.  He stopped momentarily, pried her clitoral hood apart
with his thumbs and softly blew a cool breath onto her enflamed clit.  

Kim's body stiffened at this new sensation.  Then he engulfed her clit with his
warm mouth and slathered her clit with the flat of his tongue.  With the sudden
change in temperature and new oral onslaught, she gasped and cried out, "Oh
fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!!!" just before another explosive orgasm consumed her,
this one seemingly threatening to send her into oblivion.  A scream of delight
erupted from her mouth and she clamped her legs tightly around Brad's head,
violently twisting and turning her body, until he thought she was about to break
his neck.  He pulled his mouth off her clit and extracted his head from the grip of
her surprisingly powerful legs.  She rolled to one side and curled up into a little
ball, whimpering as her body continued to uncontrollably jerk about in the last
throes of her climax.

Brad with his knees already on the floor, stood up.  It was very dark in the
bedroom.  The storm outside had abated unnoticed while the sexual storm raged
inside.  He walked around the bed to the bed stand and turned the lamp on at its
lowest setting.  The soft glow filled the room and for the first time he could
clearly see Kim's body, naked, curled up in a ball, her inner thighs glistening.  

Her back was toward him   She was beautifully tanned a deep olive color; a tan
line across her back was very evident.  The form of her wasp-like waist giving
way to her sensuous hips was very pleasing to the eye.  The only flaw was that her
beautifully rounded buttocks appeared almost white in sharp contrast to the color
of her back and legs. He couldn't really appreciate the shapeliness of her long legs
as she was in a fetal position, but he already knew how beautiful those legs and
feet were. His eyes wandered back up her body to the tussle of long dark brown
hair that completely obscured her face.  She had beautiful hair, thick and
full-bodied, like a fashion model's.  He noticed that even though the sheets were
stained with cum, there was no hint of blood.  Somehow he felt both relieved and
disappointed that she hadn't been a virgin.

Brad lay down beside her and gently stroked her back.  It was amazing to him
how alike, yet unlike she was to her mother.  Her face, nose, lips and hair all
looked strikingly like Teresa's as did Kim's delicate hands and petite feet, yet her
torso and legs were much longer than her mother's and her tits, they were
completely unlike her mother's.  

He reflected that she got her body from his side of the family, from her neck to
her ankles she reminded him of his big sister, Pat.  He remembered how Pat had
big tits with big dark aureoles and nipples that could poke your eye out. Smiling,
he remembered fondly how he and his buddy would spy on her through her
bedroom window using a periscope he got from Santa Claus, then he remembered
the ass whipping he got when his father caught them.  A wave guilt swept over
him. He pulled his hand back from her ass where he had been massaging her
anus.

In a very low voice he pleaded, "Kim.  Kim darling.  I'm sorry baby.  I shouldn't
have done that.  I'm so sorry baby.  I lost control.  Please forgive me Kim."

Kim rolled over towards him and laid a hard French kiss on his lips, forcing her
tongue deep into his mouth in a long, wild passionate kiss. While kissing him, she
brushed her tits across his bare chest.  His feelings of guilt receded like an ebb
tide.  He felt his pecker sliding across her bare skin as he became erect once
more.  She felt it too and reached down and took his stiffening rod into her
delicate hand.  She broke off her kiss and stared into her daddy's face.

"Don't be sorry DaDee.  I loved it.  I really loved it.  God DaDee, you're such a
man!"

"Show me you loved it, Kim.  Fuck me like I fucked you."

She smiled at him and gave him another un-daughterly kiss.  Rising up on her
knees, she straddled him, grasping his throbbing nine-inch dick and positioning it
between her legs at the maw of her cunt .  Throwing her head back and slack
jawed, she slowly sank down on  thick shaft of his cock, taking all of it in her. 
She paused as she rubbed her tits. 

Brad lustfully gazed upon her naked breasts as she fondled herself.  Her breasts
were full, 38C's, with little sag.  They too were nearly white.  Her dark aureoles
were as large as silver dollars and her nipples stood out erect.  She raised up and
sat back down, fucking his dick slowly.  As he began tweaking her nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers she began to stroke him at little faster, a little
harder, faster and harder, faster and harder until she was pounding away at him.  

Gripping her right nipple, he slid his other hand down and found her protruding
clit.  Brad simply laid a finger alongside her clit and tried to keep it in position,
his fingertip brushing his rigid shaft as it rapidly disappeared and reappeared from
her love tunnel.  The sound of her ass slapping against his groin was accompanied
by the sound of both father and daughter yelling and shouting.  His, "Oh god yes,
Baby! Fuck me!  Fuck my dick!  Fuck me you little slut!  Fuck me bitch!" was
counter pointed with her, "Oh, fuck DaDee!  Oh, fuck!  I love your big dick
DaDee!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Shoot it in!  Fill me up with your cum! Then fill me
up again and again! Fuck, fuck, oh fuck! I'm cumming DaDee, I'm cumming!!!"

She sat down hard on his dick and began gyrating in his lap.  Her cunt was
spasmodically contracting around his dick, relentlessly milking him as she
orgasmed.  That familiar feeling began moving up from his balls into thick base
of his cock. He couldn't have held off any longer as she was in control of this
fucking and he exploded into her again, pumping globs of his thick masculine
milk into her welcoming pussy.  She collapsed onto his chest panting like she had
run a mile as the last spurts from his cock filled her sex canal.

Brad hugged her close to him as he whispered, "I love you Babydoll.  I love you."

"I love you too DaDee," she whispered between pants.

Brad had a sudden thought.  Teresa had gotten Kim a prescription a year ago or
so, said it was better to be safe than sorry, that it would also help her complexion,
which it did. He'd been picking it up, but had no way of knowing if she was really
taking it.  "You are taking the pill?"

"Oh course DaDee!  I don't want to get pregnant!"

Brad felt relieved.  He glanced over at the alarm clock.  It was ten after three. 
'Shit,' he thought, 'we've been fucking for nearly three hours.'  Brad reflected that
after three hours, they were back in the same position that they had started in.  He
squeezed her tighter and whispered, "You're DaDee's girl, and DaDee's going to
fuck his little girl, then fuck her again and again."  

She didn't reply, as she was fast asleep.  He too soon dozed off, his flaccid dick
still embedded in her cunt.





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