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Subject: {ASSM} Tales Of The Foul Naughty Temptress 1: IZABELLA (Mf, inc, con)
Date: Mon,  2 Dec 2002 11:10:02 -0500
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Tales of the foul naughty temptress 1: izabella

An Erotic Story By Miss Naughty Bits copyright 2002





 She stood outlined in blindingly white light, her curvy silhouette made
more so by the black satin corset she wore and the dramatic backlighting.
Her hair was loose, the long amber tresses teasing the curve of her rounded
ass, wavy and pagan in its splendor. She stood tall in the doorway, her legs
clad in black silk stockings, the type that reminded Ethan of pin up girls
of the forties, because of the seam that traveled mid-thigh to heel. Soon,
he promised himself, his lips would travel the same road as that seam,
worshipping her young, virginal body from the tips of her toes to the
rounded planes of her upper thigh. But he wouldn't stop there. Not by a long
shot.



     It wasn't often that Ethan did this. Perhaps every three years or so,
but always on the same date, to commemorate the most blissful of physical
gratification, the taking of the virginity of his fifteen year old daughter,
Izabella. The girls always looked similar to her- he wouldn't have it any
other way. They were usually runaways, always in their teens. Most were
sixteen or thereabouts, although it had been his pleasure the time before
last to have a thirteen year old. He would offer them shelter, should he
happen across a likely looking candidate. They knew instinctively of what he
wanted in return before they got in the car. It was what every man wanted.
He just made a better offer than most; a hot shower, a hot meal, some clean
clothes and a bed for the night. It was shelter for a night that usually got
them. It would be a night where she wouldn't have to depend on hiding in the
dark from drunk and fucked up vagrants. Not having to worry about being
found in her slumber then gang-banged repeatedly by dirty, diseased people.



     Ethan wasn't bad looking, nor very intimidating. He was just a hair
over six foot one, clean shaven with chestnut brown locks, which were just
starting to gray at the temples. He had merry blue eyes which would crinkle
at the edges when he smiled, which he did often. He wasn't very muscular by
Conan the Barbarian standards, but he did workout twice a week, which lent
itself to his trim shape. He looked very much like a nice guy, which he was.
The girls trusted him.



     This one, he met while driving down an alley, trying to take a shortcut
to a parking garage. Well, saw her really. She was slender, her clothes hung
off her frame. Over one shoulder, was slung a red backpack, grimy from its
adventures with the runaway. Half paying attention, he found his way to the
parking structure, got out and went about his life. As he finished up at the
bank, it was then he realized the date, and the image of the runaway flashed
in his mind. Never expecting to see her again, she lay forgotten until he
made his way back to his car, where Lady Luck seemed to be riding the Ethan
Train.



     Izabella. Her perfection was awe inspiring to Ethan. She was gone now,
but he would always have the worn and faded picture of her in his wallet and
the memory of the closest thing to heaven that they shared. She woke him up
one day, her lips wrapped around his morning wood, eager though
inexperienced. When he was coming out of his slumber, he thought that the
delicious suckling at his groin was merely the remnants of a vivid wet
dream. To his surprise and secret delight, the suckling continued, and it
wasn't until he lifted the blankets to reveal whom it was his beloved Iza.
Her golden-brown tresses were sleep-tousled, loose and curling about her
shoulders, draping onto Ethan's legs, which she was sprawled between. A
moment of worry obscured his pleasure. "Izabella! You shouldn't be doing
that! Stop that immediately, and go back to your room. What in Hell ever
possessed you to do that?"



    She made no effort to move, but did remove his fat cock from her lips
and replied, "Daddy, if you ask me, it looks like you really don't mind. You
really have no idea what it's like to be a girl my age. Did you know, that
all of the cheerleaders lost their virginity when they were fourteen? In two
months I will be sixteen, and I am still a virgin! I don't want to be one,
but who am I going to 'do it to'? A jerk who is more concerned about my
boobies and not my mind? You raised me to be independent, like how Mom was."
She saw the spasm of pain that crossed Ethan's face. Knowing she struck upon
a tender nerve, she worked it like a brutal mercenary. She used the best
tactic Ethan ever taught her: logic. "Daddy, do you think that the making of
love between two consenting adults is wrong?"

     "No, of course it's not wrong. I know where you are going with this,
and let me warn you, it won't work. For starters, you aren't an adult. " He
was grasping at the straws of parenting, but the throbbing cock she held in
her small hand had a mind of its own.

     "Since I am not an adult, my parental figures would be in charge of
what I would or could not do, correct?"

     "Yes, your parents would be held responsible for whatever actions you
would make."

     "So, if no one knew, then it wouldn't be a problem." And with that
final bit of logic, she lowered her head and resumed the teasing of her
pointed tongue to the head of his cock. With slow,  deliberate sweeps of her
tongue, she caressed the length. Her hands were occupied in a charming
manner. One hand jacked off the throbbing prick into her hot and obviously
eager mouth. The other, Ethan had noticed, had snaked between the slim
thighs of his daughter, stroking what was surely burning and moist virgin
flesh.



     True, Ethan was a father, but foremost, he was a man. The temptation of
it all was overwhelming. He came. Hard. Harder than anything he had ever
experienced. His balls churned, the base of his cock twitched threateningly,
and it happened. In slow-mo it seemed. He swatted Iza's hand away, and took
the pillar of flesh into his own hands. He pulled his meat from her face,
and with fevered jerks, brought himself to the apex. His seed flew from the
tiny lips at the tip of his cock to the center of Iza's pouty and neglected
lips, gravity smearing it before the next shot hit her in the cheek, which
dripped down onto her blue cotton nightie. Iza couldn't take it anymore, and
hurriedly surrounded his pulsing flesh with her lips, gobbling up all the
sticky goodness for herself.



     It was done. He had watched his own daughter masturbate, which he found
incredibly arousing. He had woken up a virtual prisoner to her oral
persuasion. It was tip of the iceberg when Iza had told him earnestly about
being the dreaded virgin.  She was right-it would be better for her, not
only physically, but emotionally, he reasoned. Why should some bumbling
teenager fuck up her life when he battered his way though her maidenhead,
then left her unsatisfied and unhappy when he wandered off in search of a
new conquest? To ruin sex for her for all her life? Ethan couldn't "just
forget" what had just happened. Hell, evidence of his passion still graced
her elfin face. It was too much, so he just gave in.



     With determination, he asked, "Do you really want this to happen? What
just did happen can't pass these walls, you know. If you really want to be
adult, then you will think this though before you commit yourself. When your
decision has been reached, let me know, ok hun?"



     "Daddy, I really need to come." Her voice took on the little girl lilt
that he found irresistible. "I can't get off when I rub myself. It feels
good and all, but I can't come. I wouldn't have had this frustration build
up, but I love you and trust you, Daddy. You won't hurt me, and you will
make me feel good." With that, she slowly closed her eyes, slightly parted
her lips and went in for the kill. Her girlish kissing turned Ethan on more.
His cock stirred again, as if he was seventeen once more. Skillfully, he
teased her breasts, caressing them, until her nipples got rock hard, then
caressed the virgin bosom harder, making Izabella pant in her arousal. He
kissed her gently, letting her set her own pace, which grew more hectic as
seconds passed by. Her lips wandered over his, lustfully seeking all he was
willing to give. In a gesture of boldness, her tongue slipped out pass her
teeth, changing was passionate open-mouthed kisses to a full out orgy of
conjoined mouths. Ethan felt his balls tighten as his desire for his baby
girls virgin flesh grew. Slowly, he raised the hem of her nighty, revealing
shapely legs, tanned and perfectly smooth, devoid of all hair. He gently
brushed his hand across her thighs, feeling them jerk in anticipation.



     Where there should have been golden down, there was none. His baby girl
's cleft was as bare at fifteen as it was when he was still changing her
diapers as a babe at her mother's dying breast. Plump, pink and perfect, the
sort of poonani you only dream about. The kind that graced higher end porn.
He counted himself blessed. Izabella tentatively spread her legs, revealing
her tender moistness, puffy and red from adolescent yearning. Her clit poked
out from its hood, begging for attention. And attention it would get, Ethan
thought.



     Maneuvering himself so that he lay betwixt Iza's thighs, he kissed a
trail from her knee to her center. How many licks does it take to get to the
center? Ethan intended to find out. Using his tongue, he laved at the clit,
missing it and hitting it only on the sides. Around and around his tongue
went, and with each passing, Iza's ardor grew, if her sweet, honey-like
pussy juice was any indication. It was then he decided that her neglected
cunt deserved some attention, and with a gentle ferocity, tongue fucked his
sweet offspring until she had her hands balled up in his hair and crying
out, more, give me more! More he wondered? Next step of course would be
penile penetration.



     "Baby, you know, since you are a virgin, the first time will hurt,
right?"

     "Yes, Daddy, all the girls talked about their first times in the
bathroom. All you have to do is sit in a stall and be quiet. You can learn a
lot of things!" she laughed nervously.

     "Well, I sincerely hope you won't tell anyone about your first time,
honey."

     "Cross my heart and hope to die."



     With that childish avowal, he raised himself up to his knees,
positioned himself and rubbed his pulsating cock up and down her slit. His
pre-cum blended with her natural lube, driving Ethan insane with its heat.
Iza sighed in contentment and thrust her hips up, trying to make her father'
s fat cock into an arrow to be aimed into her target. Twice she tried and
failed. However, as they say, third times the charmed, and made entry. Ethan
felt the tight walls grasp his cock in a kung-fu grip, and as he pushed
slowly into her wet and willing body, he encountered her maidenhood. She
gasped with the unexpected sensation, and he stilled.



     "Baby, I'm going to take your virginity now. Remember I love you!" and
with that declaration, he slanted his lips over hers in a passionate
maelstrom of emotion and physical gratification. He thrust home. His kissed
muffled her cry, and when he was firmly lodged within her burning sheath, he
paused, waiting for her to acclimate herself to his huge cock. Cautiously,
she tested the waters and moved her hips, this way and that, reveling in the
sensation that only a man's cock could provide. With a feeling of an out of
body experience, he moved with in her, bringing cries of delight to his ears
with only increased his enthusiasm. For what seemed an eternity that passed
in seconds, he fucked the shit out of baby girl, knowing full well that she
was loving the dickin', the tweaking of her nipples and the nips he graced
her body with. Unable to zone out and keep pounding the cunny for what was
an eon, his senses came crashing down, and unable to help himself, he felt
Iza clench and pulse around his shaft as her orgasm came upon her. For what
must have been the most intense orgasm ever known to a woman, was equal to
the man. The thought that he, Ethan would release his seed into his baby's
belly, a virgin, the first virgin he had fucked since his wife, on their
wedding night. That this girl made of his seed would receive his seed. He
hoped that she wouldn't get pregnant, but that thought fled as pleasure took
hold. He rolled off her, and replayed the little adventure he had just had
in his mind. Looking over, he drunk in her prone body, with her eyes closed
and her sleep tussled hair now in total dishabille.



     Ethan thought that she was asleep, for she was barely breathing. Sweat
glistened off her body, blood smeared across her thighs and a little pooled
onto the sheet beneath her, mixed with her juice and his seed easing out her
newly devirginized body... He thought it was the most beautiful thing he had
ever beheld.



     "Wow. If I knew it was like that, I would have asked sooner!" she
whispered, more to herself, but upon hearing it, Ethan smiled. Indeed.



     For months on end, he relived that day over and over again, acting it
out with Iza, changing it and trying new things as he taught her about sex
and intimacy. Then it happened. She was sixteen. It was soon after her
birthday that he lost her. In a moped accident, in which her friend was
driving, and was hit by a truck.  They both died, Iza on contact, and her
friend at the hospital. Ethan got the dreaded call at work, and not knowing
what to do because of shock, drove around. Anywhere and nowhere. He didn't
care. His life became an empty shell. He never remarried, never fathered
another child. But he would remember that first night with his Baby Girl.
And unable to find solace in his home, he would take to the road and wander.
It was on these wanderings that he first "helped" a runaway.



      Ethan saw the girl, as he was returning to his car.  She sat in the
shadows the parking garage, half hidden by the staircase that led down to
the street. He saw her Converse clad foot tap repeatedly the dirty red
backpack. His eyes traveled the length of that foot, up the dirty and torn
jean legs, to the filthy oversized gray sweatshirt, to the smudged face with
pony tail and baseball cap.  She averted her eyes, knowing that if he knew
that she knew he was there, he would approach. It wasn't the first time, nor
would it be the last, she reasoned, that a guy would offer her a twenty for
oral sex. Sometimes, if she was really desperate, she would. They would
leave her alone, the twenty tossed casually to the ground as he neared his
climax, and when that moment would come, his seed would erupt, and half of
it would end up all over her face. Well, mostly her lips and chin, since
most guys seemed to like to see it squirt all over her face. The lips and
chin area were the easiest to clean off, so she tried to concentrate their
efforts there.  As soon as would regain his composure, he would tuck himself
in, zip up, and without further word, walk off to his life, she forgotten,
alone and twenty dollars richer.





[Series to be continued upon request as Tales Of The Foul Naughty Temptress
2: HayLeigh ]





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