Rising to my knees, looking down on her slender young body, I reached for the sides of her white cotton panties. Michelle watched my face again. It felt like she was assessing my reactions, measuring me, looking for something in my face. I didn't know what. We use to cuddle all the time and you never kiss or hug me any more.” I explained, trying to make it sound more innocent. “Even when I was naughty, at least you’d still spank me.” Alright Jade, what do you want to do?" I beam with my most entertaining voice as sit down on the couch with her. The gap between Michelle's thighs was no more than two fingers. I explored gently, sensing her short cleft and how tightly closed it was, as if protecting a precious jewel. I found a trace of silky moisture at the base of her slit and rubbed it gently.

Princess describes the escalation of the intimate relationship she has with her Daddy and the sexual exploits that happen along the way. Language: English Words: 4,550 Chapters: 4/? Comments: 22 Kudos: 864 Bookmarks: 67 Hits: 96,583 Disorientation set in. In my hand a sweet bum flexed. In my arms a naked little girl moved sensuously. In my ears a beautiful girl murmured and sighed with growing pleasure. And in my body the weight of an orgasm slowly emerged with every erotic slip of my crown along her sexy cleft. I drowned in the sensation and, when I pictured myself cumming against her hairless pussy, pictured semen actually spurting into her, I gasped and lost it. orphan_account Fandoms: Father/Daughter - Fandom, Daddy/Daughter - Fandom, Incest - Fandom, Taboo - Fandom, rape - Fandom, Young - Fandom, Younger And Older, Family Sex - Fandom I hugged her with my arm and pulled the quilt higher. "It's okay. I think your mom would understand. Besides, I'm your uncle. I'm family." By the time I had the energetic minx in my arms she suddenly calmed, her giggles becoming soft. Surprisingly two icy feet squeezed between my legs. What was it about her feet? They never warmed up.She was one of those rare people, one of those privileged beings that seemed to be filled with goodness and brightness. It made her sadness when it emerged that much harder to take. But every day as she recovered, Michelle grew in my heart. Things I had wanted to know, questions that I'd needed answered, no longer seemed important here in the sweeping beauty of Montana. Only one thing mattered; Michelle's happiness. I found caring for someone else's happiness a strange, unfamiliar, but not altogether unpleasant emotion. Michelle looked at me intently and brought her mouth to mine. Soft lips touched again. Her breath wafted gently against my cheek. I felt her lips part slightly and a deep, deep shudder shook me when her little tongue touched my lips. I smiled. How could she be ten and not have had French toast and syrup? "You make it like this," I said. "Do what I do. Melt butter on the French toast like this."

I held her petite body tight, loving how she felt in my arms, loving holding her delightful little bum, loving her sensual kiss. Michelle had observed everything, offering her insightful comments like, "Gross," and "Look at all that blood," and "Wow, that's going to leave a scar. Does it hurt?" and "It's going purple around the edges." By half way I was unsteady on my feet and breathing hard. I should have let Kevin help but at close to seventy years old, he just didn't have the strength. Besides, I did not want to be responsible for an accident. I'd left him to feed and tend to the horses. Lady Belle lowered her head. Michelle reached up. It was incredible, a huge horse and a child communicating. Michelle caressed and talked and the effect was astonishing. Lady Belle calmed, snorted quietly and pushed her nose at Michelle, jostling her. All the signs of distress melted away.

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What's . . ." she began to ask and burst into a fit of giggles when I hauled her up and over my shoulder. "Wha'cha doing?" When I sat on his lap, his touch inched ever closer, until his warm hand covered the soft skin of my inner thigh and his thumb brushed the edge of my panties. Mom said it was all right as long as no one knew and I only did what I wanted, never what I thought she or Daddy might want me to do. Are you sure you don't want to?" The following “Book Shelf Directories” have not been edited, formatted or categorized. These stories have been received from all over the world by authors and readers who wished to contribute to the archive.

Ten minutes later I found the problem. The oil-fired furnace was on the blink. While talented, my skills did not include furnace repair, thus, another ten minutes and I had a fire roaring in the living room casting off welcome heat. Michelle was in my bed buried under the quilt and eyes peeking out when I returned.

The Kristen Archives is based upon Kristen’s collection of erotic stories. It was begun by her in 1997 and has been built on extensively since then. You will find every type of sexual situation covered in these stories; there have been no judgments made as far as subject. In the archive, you will find well over 15,000 erotic stories, plus illustrated archives, Kristen’s own stories, as well as the archives of respected writers whose works have been posted to the alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories newsgroups. thekristenarchives I have a problem, I like having sex with people when they are unconscious and to add to that I fantasize about my daughter. I want her so badly I have sex dreams about her which I know is not normal or good, but I can't help it. Miss Lange," Kevin said with a crooked smile, his eyes twinkling. "What a surprise. It's chilly out here. You'd better come in. C'mon, Dracula, you too." Another powerful wave of excitement shook me. Suddenly I didn't want to be the first. I wanted Michelle to cum first. I knew if it was me I'd have no energy left to do anything but breathe. I had let my hand rest on her stomach while kissing her buds. Now I moved it down, liking the teasing anticipation of touching her intimately. The first touch of cotton panties excited me. The rise of her pubic mound surprised me it was so large yet so petite. She parted her legs slightly, still watching me. I cupped the sexiest little pussy ever and trembled at how arousing it was.

With the sound of the shower a constant reminder of Michelle, I tried to picture her naked. What did a ten-year-old's pussy look like? Was she old enough to have pubic hair? It was hard to imagine her slender, shapeless body with pubes. No. She must be hairless. Did a ten-year-old pussy look different from a mature woman's? The snow's too deep, Mitch. If we don't remove some of the snow from the stable roof the weight might cave it in. Sheeeit, I've never seen so much snow at one time."The rasp of a match sounded. A whiff of sulphur preceded a sweet tobacco aroma that filled the air. Kevin puffed gray clouds, paused and inspected the bowl, nodding his satisfaction.