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Subject: Incest story: "Tempest" part 4
Date: Tue, 07 Jun 2005 08:44:33 -0700
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TEMPEST
Part 4.
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 very accomplished
at sucking cock 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 even swallow my spurting load of semen 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 as I spurt my ejaculate.
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.
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