Temptation and Control

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. If I did...I wouldn't have made GT suck so bad.
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Once upon a time...

Gohan was miserable. His wife’s absence for over a month had done more damage than he would have thought possible. At the time of her departure, Gohan had been calm, collected, and generally well off with her going on the trip. She was going to help her incompetent father overseas with some business transaction (apparently Hercule realized his dojos weren’t making much money and decided to expand). Videl had not really been involved in her father’s enterprises up until now, so Gohan wasn’t really all that bothered. There was no problem…at the time.
Thirty-three days later, however, he felt like he could go insane. The month’s full moon had hit him with a lust more powerful than he could ever remember. As a half-Saiyan, Gohan had thought he would be able to control such base, primal instincts, at least until Videl returned…it would seem he was wrong.
The night of the full moon had brought such a maddening, animalistic lust that it had survived on for a week without abating. He had relieved himself countless times to no avail. He needed a female, only then would the maddening desire to mate dissipate.
Oh, how he longed for Videl, her firm, yet soft body. How he wished for the chance to ravage her again and again until his thirst was quenched. The thought of driving them both to innumerable climaxes fueled his desires and gave him blinding releases and even momentary reprieve. To feel her warm, wet mouth working its miracles, or to experience her tight, hot pussy, Gohan could nearly come without stimulus at the mere thought of her wonderfully skilled hand or amazing, vice-like ass.
But alas, none of these remedies were available to him. He would often find his gaze falling on the female students of his classes. It took severe self-control to keep from taking one of them there and then during a class. Self-control was all that was keeping Gohan sane and coordinated.
But that control was slipping…
Gohan came home from a particularly trying day to find his daughter, Pan, chatting with her friend Bra in the livingroom. His throat constricted around a knot he knew was his stomach as his self-control, so sorely tested that same day, came closer to the precipice than ever before.
The two girls had evidently been swimming a short time ago. They were both wearing their bathing suits and sitting on towels on the floor to keep the carpet from getting wet from the water still dripping off them. Gohan couldn’t help but notice how perfectly Bra’s red two-piece clung to her and revealed so much smooth, wet skin, or how Pan’s one piece left none to the imagination by fitting her petite frame without error and leaving her back and stomach bare. He almost lost himself in admiring Pan’s wonderfully supple breasts that fit her figure to exact proportions and how her white, creamy skin seemed to be extraordinarily stunning in the sunlight streaming from the large livingroom window.
“Hi daddy!” Pan cried with a gleeful bounce, jumping up and rushing over to hug him. Her words snapped him from his trance and he closed the front door with a cough, his face reddening slightly
“Um, hello Pan.” He replied stiffly as she wrapped her arms tightly around his middle, her head resting just below his chest. He couldn’t help the hand that automatically went to caress her bare back, but he did catch it before it ventured suspiciously low.
He was extremely aware of the sensation of her small, warm body pressed against him, the small swaying motion she added to her hug emphasizing the contact.
“How was your day?” Pan asked, still squeezing Gohan tightly. He found the knot in his throat momentarily impassable as the bodily contact sent ripples of sensation to a particular spot Pan was pressed against.
“F-fine…it-it was fine.” he managed to choke out. He was momentarily lost again, this time to the soft, warm sensation of her skin beneath his caressing hand. He snapped himself out of it and removed his hand, prying his daughter off him. He was suddenly very aware of how tight his pants were and wanted to break contact with the 13 year old before she realized anything.
Pan looked at him a moment, his flushed face and strangely labored breath and asked if he was feeling alright.
“Fine, I’m fine. I-…I just need to get some rest. I’ll be in my room.” Gohan said quickly, brushing past Pan and nodding slightly to Bra as way of greeting before vanishing into the hall.
“Wonder what’s up with him?” Bra asked casually before lying back down and stretching, her wet body glistening in the sunlight.
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Gohan practically raced to his room once out of sight of the girls. He hurried in and slammed the door, being careful to turn the lock just in case. He tore his belt off and freed his growing rod.
He grasped it with his hand, his fingers barely touching despite how hard he was squeezing. He pumped long and hard, images of Pan and Videl running together: fucking Videl in the ass, her screams of pain and pleasure music to his ears while her tight, hot ass driving him closer and closer--little Pan riding his cock, her tiny cunt swallowing his massive girth again and again--Videl’s soft, warm hand working up and down his shaft while she gently licks at the tip--fucking Pan from behind over the kitchen table, her soft cries of pleasure driving him crazy--Videl sucking the head of his cock one afternoon while he was driving--Pan climaxing with a scream, her sweaty chest puffed out as her back arches on top of him, her extraordinarily tight cunt grows tighter with her release and…
Gohan spent himself in long, thick streams onto the bed-spread. He continued stroking himself until the steady stream of cum ceased and his cock began to go limp. His breathing was ragged, shaky. His mind was a daze. But he still knew something was horribly wrong.
He’d just masturbated to his teenage daughter…and cum HARD in doing so.
With his lust momentarily sated, Gohan pulled the soiled bed-spread off into the floor and dropped onto the bed, allowing himself to sleep after such a hard day.
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Gohan awoke some time later, his mind still buzzing from the climax hours before. He stood and stretched, looking at the clock. It was night! Nearly the time he’d normally be going to bed!
But not now. Now he was awake, and his desire had returned, having been satisfied for only a moment. Gohan took a few controlling breaths and left his room, intent on showering and possibly relieving himself again in the process. As he walked, his mind rolled over its previous troubles.
What was he doing fantasizing about his daughter earlier? As if it weren’t bad enough she was his daughter, she was his TEENAGE daughter, and barely at that. It was wrong-it was immoral-it was illegal…but it felt so damn good.
Gohan squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, trying to clear away these thoughts. “God I wish Videl was here.” he thought aloud. And indeed he did. If his wife actually was here, he’d be fucking her brains out, literally. He’d left her unable to walk straight for weeks before, he could only imagine the damage he would inflict on her fragile human body in this state.
He opened the bathroom door and stepped in without knocking and instantly froze as a wave of mist rolled out and the sounds of running water and the shower radio reached his ears. His first instincts were to turn on his heel and leave right away, but the primal part of him was drawn to the pale distorted figure behind the glass in the shower, swaying to and fro to the music and singing along.
“Dammit!” Gohan mentally cursed. “Here you are horney after your daughter and what do you do!? You walk in on her while she’s in the shower! Nice going, JACKASS!”
Yet despite his mental cursings, he stepped into the room and gently pushed the door to where it was open just a crack. He felt his member throbbing again in his pants. The mere image of his daughter’s body aroused him that much?
Without thinking, he undid his already torn pants and released his cock from its cloth prison. The fleshy staff waved heavily in the air in front of him, pointed directly at Pan’s singing form. Gohan deftly grabbed hold of the thick appendage and began to pump again, the moisture in the air helping as his strokes became harder. His mind raced again with fantasies that were, again, mixed: Pan, against a wall, moaning and gasping as Gohan fucked her roughly, her small white legs wrapped around his waist so tight--Videl crying out his name as she climaxes and Gohan pulling his member out and shooting his load onto her flat, white stomach--that same white stomach, only smaller, beneath his hand as he held Pan down, his tongue seeking out her clit while she moans and thrashes about--Pan moaning softly and biting her lip as he enters her asshole for the first time…
With a grunt, stream after stream of thick, white cum shot into the air. One reached so far as to splatter onto the glass where Pan’s image still danced. Gohan gasped and bit back his moans as he cock continued to dribble cum nearly a minute after his initial release.
He put a hand to the wall for support as his vision filled with black dots. His breathing was shallow and ragged. The lust within him faded slightly and allowed for rational thought once again.
Gohan cursed himself again for his lack of control and quickly grabbed a towel to wipe up the large amount of semen currently covering a stretch of the bathroom tile. Dropping the towel into the laundry basket and rushing to the door as the water started to cut off, Gohan silently closed the door and left the bathroom, along with the small bit of cum that had hit the glass door of the shower.
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Pan stepped out of the shower, still humming the last song played on the radio. She reached for the towel she had set out, but it was nowhere to be found. Blaming her own forgetfulness, Pan reached up and grabbed another from the cabinet and proceeded to dry herself off.
As she dried off, her eyes fell on a strange, white substance that was splattered in a short line on the shower door. With a curious look on her face, the girl reched out and scooped up some of the liquid with her middle and index finger. It was very warm, and sticky between her fingers. It also had a very nice smell to it, so nice it sent waves of heat through Pan’s body. She felt herself reacting to the smell as if she’d just watched a fantastic porno.
Immensely curious now, she tentatively licked the substance off her index finger and, after a moment of considering the taste, Pan found it to be quite good. She proceeded to suck the fluid off her other finger and then started to scoof the rest off the door, licking it from her fingers and savoring the sweet, salty flavor of the fluid.
She was very disappointed when she found there was no more and finished drying herself off, an experience made better in itself by how much the sensation of merely rubbing a towel across her body seemed to be amplified. She pulled on a loose pair of pajama pants and small t-shirt before moving to drop the towel in the laundry. She stopped as she noticed the very same towel she thought she had put out earlier.
She dropped the towel she was holding and grabbed the one in the basket. It was warm, wet, and sticky. With a small sniff she realized it was covered in the same substance as what was on the door!
Pan resisted the strange and sudden urge to bury her face in the towel and merely carried it with her out of the bathroom back to her bedroom, stopping to inhale the wonderful scent or lick at the cloth every few steps.
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Gohan slowly caught his breath, standing against the door of his room. God…he had to do something about this…soon…