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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