The Goddess of Passion

Dell felt their ordeal was over. The wind had died down and the snowfall was very light. They'd clean up the cabin; leave a note for the owners that they'd replace everything they'd used up and then some. He'd leave his name, address and phone number so they could contact him. He had an all-terrain vehicle so he could bring in food and wood, when the snow melted in the spring. Thinking of all these things, he too, drifted off to sleep.

They both woke with a start.

The wind was howling again, only blowing harder, if that was possible, blowing from the north, against the door of the cabin. Dell, rolled his feet to the floor and got up, padding over to the door in his socks. He pushed hard on the door, the wind pushing it back at him. It opened a crack and he peered out. Cold air and snow whirled in the crack and he could see the rate of snowfall had picked up to blizzard conditions again.

"Oh, no!" he groaned aloud.

Jenna seemed stunned. "No!" she shouted out. "It's not fair. No, it can't be. It's not fair. I'm going to die here and I've never known the feel of a man in me. I've never had a man make love to me. I'm a virgin! It's just not fair!" she blurted out, her feet over the side of her bunk, her head in her hands, sobs wracking her body.

"I'm not even a woman yet," she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I've never made love to a man." she choked and her body shook with her grief.

Dell's heart melted. Oh, my sweet darling, he thought. What can I say? What can I do for you? I'm your daddy, not your lover. Oh God, please tell me how I can help her. Tell me, Lord, what to do, he pled silently as he strode over to take her in his arms.

He reached out with his arms around the back of her bottom, his head thrust between her thighs. He was just trying to hug her where she was, not realizing his position was one that could evoke other, more sensuous feelings in her and him. She clutched at her daddy's shoulders, stroked his head and neck, pulling him hard into her groin. Dell soon became aware she was humping his face.

She was determined not to die a virgin - she was demanding he take her, demanding he make love to her. Her grief had changed to unbridled passion. His sweet Jenna, his loving daughter, was demanding he take her virginity. Confusing thoughts raced though him. It was wrong! It was incest! The world didn't accept that, but he'd be damned if he would deny her, in her wretched grief.

Slowly, he began to respond to her, stroking her bottom and reaching around in front of her, he undid the fasteners holding her pants on. She lifted her butt so he could slide her pants down over her legs. Then, he pushed his face into her warm crotch and began to nuzzle her wetness through her panties.

She moaned, "Yes, daddy, please make love to me. Make me a woman before it's too late."

She lifted her butt again and pushed her panties down to the top of her thighs. Dell took them off the rest of the way, tossing them on top of her pants on his bunk. His mouth shot back to her mound. She smelled wonderful. She tasted even better, he thought, as his tongue snaked over her outer labia. If he was to really do this right, he had to prepare her thoroughly for his entrance into her. He wanted this to be the most wonderful experience of her young life, especially if she was right, that they were trapped there and wouldn't survive their situation.

Dell noticed Jenna's body shiver. He wasn't sure whether it was from the cold or from his ministrations. She only had a bra and a cotton flannel shirt on. He told her to put her blankets around her shoulders and then dove back into her sopping, sweet pussy. She was squirming; her motions centered directly on his active, warm tongue, as if that were the center of all feeling, the center of her universe. Her moaning increased in intensity and volume.

Suddenly, her body jerked, her hips thrust forward hard into his face and she screamed out, orgasming, her body jerking and shaking, her legs jerking up and down with the intensity of her explosion.

"Ohhh, daddy. Ohhhh, daddy. Ohh, yesss, oh God." she screamed out, her eyes rolling up above her eyelids. Her breathing seemed to stop, than she gulped air in huge gasps, her chest heaving.

She wrapped her hands around Dell's head, pulling him into her and roving her fingertips through his hair. He thought she'd be about ready now to accept him, so he told her, "I'm coming up there now, sweetheart. Loosen your bra so I can make love to your gorgeous breasts, but don't take your shirt off it you don't have to."

He went over to the banked stove, putting the last piece of wood in the stove and opened the flue enough to get the stove heating up the room. Then he returned to Jenna, still breathing deeply, laying with her two blankets over her. As he stripped down himself, he suggested she put one of the blankets under her. He held up the dish towel to her and told her to put it under her crotch. There might be a bloody mess so he wanted to protect the bedding all he could.

Well, actually, that wasn't necessary at all. Her sports activities had virtually dispensed with her hymen years ago. But, he didn't know that and was approaching her deflowering with the utmost consideration and tenderness.

Naked, he pulled himself up next to her. She looked down, wide-eyed, at his penis. It seemed enormous to her! A flicker of fear crept over her. How could she get anything that large into her? Then, she remembered that it had been in her mom and mom said it was wonderful. She relaxed. Her bra snapped in the front, so she had undone it and pulled the cups back from her beautiful, firm round breasts. Her pointy nipples were hard and sensitive. She wondered what her daddy was going to do now.

Dell wanted to continue her preparation. Besides, he loved foreplay and Jenna's mom had always praised him for it. She had especially liked the way he made love to her breasts. Jenna's were a duplicate of her mom's when her mom was the same age. He slid under the blanket and lay next to Jenna, lying flat on her back. He could feel by the placement of her thigh nearest him that her thighs were spread, inviting him to her dripping pussy. But that was not his target for the moment.

He leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead, then her closed eyelids. His lips gently touched the tip of her nose and then brushed over her slightly parted lips. She moved her head toward him and tried to kiss his lips more aggressively. He raised his free right hand to her cheek and guided their lips together, holding back their mutual passion. He tenderly brushed her lips with his again and then sensing her urgency, brought his mouth back more firmly to hers and thrust the tip of his tongue lightly between her hot, moist lips.

Jenna moaned into his kiss as her tongue sought his. Their tongues lashed at each other, twisting and twining round each other. She tried to draw him into all she could. She wanted him inside her, any part of him. She desperately wanted him inside her, filling her emptiness, comforting every loss she'd ever experienced.

He stroked her left ear, running his fingertips down to her neck, out to the edge of her shoulder and back across her clavicle. He shifted his body so his fingers could begin their exploration of her breasts, then trailed his fingertips lightly down around the outer edge of her left breast where it thrust up from her ribs, evoking a gasp from her.

He pulled his tongue from her mouth and trailed the tip of his tongue slowly down over her chin and throat. He slowed when he got to her throat and with his lips, gently sucked on the lower right area of her throat. Her reaction was to grip his head in her hands and pull him hard into her and moan again, louder this time.

"Oh, daddy!" "Oh, yes. Oh, yess, oh how I love you!" Her hips and legs thrashed about. Then, he felt her body stiffen and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts into him, again in the throes of orgasm.

He noted how taught her body was, not an ounce of baby fat, indeed, not an ounce of fat anywhere. Her breasts were firm and up thrust, her nipples hard, yet soft. As her breathing indicated she was coming down from her orgasm, he continued his playing with her breasts. She squirmed under his touch, inviting it, demanding it. His fingers trailed around the base of her left breast and up between her breasts, continuing over the top of her lovely globe. The circle scribed by his feather-light touch narrowed continuously until the center of the mound was reached - her nipple. He did not touch it with his fingers, but lowered his wet lips to it, surrounding it, lowering his lips over it as if he were drawing a sucker into his mouth to suck on. Jenna shuddered and screamed out in orgasm yet again. She mashed his mouth to her breast and her hips bucked and jerked uncontrollably. Dell knew with certainty she had never been touched as he was touching her - it was all new to her and supremely stimulating.

Her body relaxed a bit and the force of her hands on the back of his head diminished, allowing him to continue his ministrations to her breasts. He laved his tongue around her nipple, running out from it to the edges of the sharply tipped mound and then back again to worship at her nipple again. He sucked it in between his lips and bathed the tip with his tongue.

She gasped and moaned and twisted her body around this new center of her passion. He slowly opened wider and sucked more of her breast into his eager mouth, while swirling his tongue around her nipple. Then, he pulled his lips back up to surround her nipple and pulled on it gently with his teeth. Jenna exploded with another orgasm, more gently this time, but still, an orgasm. Her fingers were softly twisting in his hair and her breathing was thrusting her chest upward, her back arching.

"Oh...Oh, daddy...Oh, yesss"

Now Dell turned his attention to her right breast, nearest him. Again he shifted his body so he could properly address this beauteous, pointy-tipped mound. Again, he slowly circled her breast with his fingertips, ever narrowing the circle until he was immediately around her nipple. Lowering his mouth to her, he slowly drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently, while, at the same time, swirling his tongue around the firm staff.

Jenna reveled in the shift to a new passion center. Her body was so alive, more so than ever before. She could not imagine anyone other than her daddy awakening her so wonderfully to her own sensuous self. She realized she was a sexual being, one who would thrive on the joys of sexual passion. Up to this point, her body had been a tool, used to accomplish her athletic goals, her goals to win. Now, she knew her body to be the receptacle of her passion, her passion for pleasure. And now her daddy was pleasuring her to heights of passion she'd never dreamed were possible.

Dell gently kneaded her left breast and then her right breast as he continued to nuzzle her right nipple. He could sense her body beginning to stiffen again as she approached yet another orgasm. He shifted his body down hers and trailed his fingertips down over her taught tummy, circling her belly button and softly pressing a fingertip into it. The tip of his tongue licked down over her tummy to her belly button and he thrust it in. At the same time, his right hand stroked her left side and his fingertips, spread out widely, played along her hip and down over the outside of her left thigh. When he reached as far as he could, he drew his fingers over her thigh to the inside. She immediately spread her thighs widely, openly demanding he touch her there, at the center of her sex.

As he slowly drew his fingertips up the inside of her left thigh, she moaned and thrust her hips up and spread her legs even wider, her right leg shifting over his body. Her knees were bent tightly and her feet were pressed down hard against the blanket under her.

Dell slipped down under her, pulling her buttocks to him as he shifted his head and shoulders in between her wide spread legs. He could feel her gluteus maximums tense and thrust her sex toward his approaching mouth. Her scent was intoxicating! Sweet! Musky! He had to know it again, thrusting his tongue between the lips of her pussy, tasting her, drinking in her flowing juices. T

his was one aspect of making love that he enjoyed most. It almost seemed that sometimes his cock was somewhat detached, like an appendage, not really part of him, but his tongue... now, that was another matter. It was part of his very beingness, a part of his sensual entity, a part that loved to love, to excite, to draw his partner to wild passionate, explosions of lust.

And now, he was going to use this to pleasure his wonderful, loving, sexy daughter! He had had no idea he could do this and feel the passion he now felt for Jenna. Perhaps his passion was fueled to some extent by the 'wrongness' of what he was doing, he briefly thought, but he no longer felt that as an inhibition. He could not allow his sweet Jenna to dwell in the emptiness of her grief, of her possible loss of this life before she had fully lived it. No, he no longer felt there was anything wrong in what he was doing, even if they survived their ordeal.

His tongue licked at her pussy, running up and down her outer lips, her inner lips and lightly touching on the hood of her clit, but not actually touching her clit. She, in turn, was constantly shifting herself to try to place her clit on his tongue, wherever it was. After a short bit though, she seemed to accept that he was in charge and simply allowed him to pleasure her. And, indeed, she was being pleasured!

This time, the passion his tongue was exciting was infinitely better than the previous time with her sitting on the edge of the bed. This time he had total access to every part of her without strain. He lifted her buttocks slightly and licked down and back to her tight sphincter. As the tip of his tongue nudged her nut-brown bud, she jerked and moaned, loudly. He could feel her tensing toward orgasm again and as before, he relaxed his intensity and returned to teasing her, pleasuring her, building her to an even more explosive release.

His mouth returned to her pussy, spreading out as widely as he could open it and pushing down over her. He then drew up on her, sucking her whole pussy into his mouth, while his tongue swiftly stroked up and down her pinched, warm, juicy slit.

"Aaaaauuuugggghhhhhhh! Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy! Aaagghh! Yes! Eat me! Take me into you with your mouth! Oh God, I'm...I'm...aaaaauuugggghhhhhhhhh," her whole body tensed around his mouth, contracting around his tongue.

He touched the tip of her clit with the tip of his tongue and wiggled it lightly. She exploded! Her hips thrust up and down rapidly, her whole body rigid with passion. Her arms flopped at her sides and her head thrashed from side to side. She had never known such ecstasy! She wasn't sure where she was - floating somewhere in space, warm, soft, pink space...

When she gradually returned, she felt her daddy softly licking the juices from between her legs, cleaning her for the next cycle of his making love to her. No wonder, she thought, that mom had said daddy was a fantastic lover. Her hands stroked his hair, the back of his head and his shoulders. She loved him so. He was making her into a woman, and no matter what happened afterwards, he had responded to her, loving her. She'd be ever grateful.

Dell rose up on his elbows, then his hands, then pulled himself up on his knees. He placed her legs up over his shoulders and pointed his rigid cock at her opening. She was watching this, but no longer had any fear whatsoever. Instead, she was anticipating this to be the penultimate pleasure. She totally trusted him to incite only pleasure within her and never pain. She so wanted him inside her, to fill her with a feeling of fullness, exciting her motherly instincts, satisfying the procreation needs of her species.

"Daddy," she whispered, "this is not my fertile period, so you needn't be afraid I'll get pregnant. You can do anything with me you want to."

This knowledge freed Dell to proceed with abandon. He moved closer to her and slowly bathed the purple head of his cock with her pussy juices, spreading them down over the entire length of his shaft. He pressed the tip of his cock softly against the opening of her vagina. He expected her to be very tight and didn't want to hurt her in any way. He wanted this to be the most wonderful experience of her young life, an experience she would only treasure, never anything she would look upon with discomfort of any kind.

Slowly he increased the pressure of his entry. The head was in, bathed in the warmth and softness of her slick tunnel. He could feel her muscles gripping his cock as it moved ever so slowly deeper into her. It was as if he were entering a mouth which had 'teeth' which were slanted backward, only allowing him to move more deeply into her and would not allow his withdrawal. So far, he had not encountered any obstruction to his entry and she did not evidence any sign of discomfort.

On the contrary, after about four inches of his eight were in, her body tensed and she orgasmed again, her juices squirting around his cock and balls. She was gasping for breath, her breasts heaving and her hands grasping tightly on his forearms.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh God!"

Her hips thrust upward and another two inches were pressed into her. Dell was holding himself still, but firmly in position. Her orgasmic movements were inserting him further and further into her. When her orgasm subsided, he was fully in her, their pelvic bones resting against each other. He then realized he'd not had to force her hymen - there was none, long ago rendered by her sports activities, he realized. Now he knew he could go about pleasuring her with the full knowledge he would only create pleasure - the pain consideration was nonexistant.

Her vaginal muscles were contracting rhythmically around his stiff shaft, milking him, sucking on him, drawing him further into her. He recognized another element of her athleticism - she had excellent control of every muscle of her body and was very well in communication with all parts of her body. This would be an experience whichboth of them would remember with joy the rest of their lives!

He gently began to withdraw from her a tiny bit, only to stroke back in fully. Her legs tightened their grip around his hips and he realized just how strong she really was. He'd have to take this very slowly so she'd accept the stroking he knew would bring her the greatest pleasure. He rocked his pelvic bone and the base of his cock against her mound, exciting her clit. She began to take up the motion and thrust back at him. He withdrew a bit more with each stroke, returning to press against her mound firmly.

She was tight, but that, was because she was deliberately contracting her vaginal muscles around him with the intention of pleasuring him. She was certainly succeeding! He sensed his penis expanding even more, getting thicker and longer as her muscles worked on him. He'd never experienced anything like this before. He had always been the one doing the pleasuring, now it was happening to him at the same time - she was awesome, a natural, better even than her mom. Fortunately, he knew how to control himself so that he could ensure her ultimate pleasure.

His strokes began to increase in length and frequency. He pulled her hips up and thrust straight down into her, moving faster and faster. She began to gasp and moan loudly, gripping his arms tightly and locking her legs around his hips. The frantic pace of his 'attack' translated to peaking passion in her.

Suddenly she bucked her hips rapidly against his deeply thrusting shaft. Her loud moans crescendoed into loud screams as she gushed clear juices from her vagina, squirting out all over his cock, balls and their thighs. Her pelvis rocked rapidly up and down. Her whole body stiffened and her pussy was the fulcrum of all her movements. Her body shuddered in her ecstasy. Then, she seemed to pass out, her eyes rising out of sight above her eyelids. Her breathing was heavy, her nubile body heaving with her passionate release.