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Tempest [02/06]
                            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.

  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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