Message-ID: <1527eli$9706201138@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: DreamIQ@NO*SPAM.wizard.com X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: STORY: Annie&Me Part 7of10 [M/f Inc cons f/f mast] 15000bytes PLEASE do not contact author with requests for copies of parts of the story you or your server didn't find. Eli has them archived, go there. Warning: contents are adult erotic entertainment material. If you are a minor or will be offended by such material, stop right now and delete this file. By downloading this material you certify that: You are an adult, being at least 18 years of age. 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You further certify that you will not masturbate over your keyboard, pinch your nipples too hard, or do that funny thing with your fingers inside your pussy .... ............................................................................ ........... Annie and Me Part Seven of Ten The house seemed terribly empty all week without Annie there. I went to work and came home, always thinking about my wanton, nude daughter and the forbidden things we had done over the weekend. Now the guilt and doubt rushed into my mind and I kept thinking of the things I had done to Annie. Every time I tried to make myself agree that I should be ashamed, or that what I had done was incest -- which it was -- and sinful, -- which it was not, I kept seeing the wonderful sensuous look of love on Annie's face when I showed her about sex. Society might have thought what we were doing was terribly wrong, but it felt so good, and seemed so right with Annie that I never let the guilt overwhelm me, just nag at me. I knew it would be wrong to fuck her, it had been wrong to perform cunnilingus on her, or even to suck her titties, according to "the rules". But I had done all those things, and they had turned out so right, to this day I believe the wonderful experiences I introduced my daughter to were perfectly acceptable to the two of us, and therefore okay. The first part of the week I just lay on the couch and watched TV, fantasizing about Annie and her naked body, and how she had been so adept at learning about sex from the beginning. As I thought about her, my cock would get hard and I would masturbate into a Kleenex. At night in bed I would wake up from dreaming about Annie and jack off again. Then on Wednesday night I thought I would go crazy if I didn't go get her from her mother's townhouse. I found myself in Annie's room, looking at all of her little girl things, touching them and wanting her. I looked in her closet and my heart skipped a beat. A pair of her panties was lying there on the floor where she had taken them off. I stooped quickly and picked them up, my cock already thickening in anticipation. Holding the silky lime-green wadded up panties to my nose, I inhaled the heady aroma of Annie. "Oh, god." I groaned. I could smell her pussy! The scents of her crotch, her little butthole, were there as heady, exotic perfumes! I inhaled deeply and felt my cock stiffen almost to full hardness. I walked over to her frilly little single bed and lay back on the pillow, surrounding myself with her bedclothes, her smells, the sight of her familiar things. I spread my legs and tantalizingly zipped my fly open and reached for my cock. It needed little help to spring up out of my crotch and throb to an aching hardness. I touched myself and sighed in pleasure, imagining Annie's hands -- or Annie's lips -- on my penis. I unrolled the balled up, ropy piece of fabric in my hands, stretching the crotch panel of Annie's panties, until I could see the yellowish stains along a wrinkle where almost certainly the cloth had rode up into her slit. I sniffed it deeply, and was rewarded with the overwhelming scent of her young pussy! I ran the panel over my face, wiping her scent on my cheek, finding the darker stain of her butthole and loving that dark musky scent. My cock was aching and rock hard as I began to jack off on Annie's bed. I laid the panties over my face, breathing in the heavenly smells as one hand felt and squeezed my balls and my other hand teased up and down my cock. "Oh Annie, Annie ... fuck me." I groaned into the silken cloth. I could feel my orgasm building little by little. I ripped the panties from my face and wrapped them around my cock, trying to get the silken crotch panel against my cock-head. The slick, soft, panty material teased and pleasured my cock so that I could fuck into the panties when I held them in my fist. I wanted her smell again and lifted the panties back to my nose, smelling the mix of my peter-scent and her pussy. "aww yeah!" I sighed, "aw yeah!" I knew if I didn't slow down, I would come any minute, so I got up and went to Annie's dresser, my hard cock flopping stiffly in front of me. I began pulling open the drawers until I found what I was looking for, one of her little lacy white training bras. "That will do fine." I told myself and sank back down on her bed, with my pants halfway down my legs. I looked down at my reddened, throbbing cock as I slowly tantalized it by wrapping the soft material of the bra around my shaft. I almost creamed as I watched my cock penetrate into the rounded bra cup. I twisted and tortured my dick, strangling it tightly with the training bra until my whole shaft was alive with the sensation of the soft lace of Annie's underwear against my dick flesh. "Uhhhhh," I grunted. "Uhhhhhhhh!" I slipped her soiled panties over my face and once again breathed in the aroma of her pussy, licking my tongue out onto the damp crotch panel and tasting Annie there. "Yeah, oh god yeah!" I said to myself and began tightly pumping my cock into the bra, draping the bra-cup over my prick tip and rubbing the lace up and down my shaft. I lay there for several minutes, masturbating and fantasizing about Annie's sweet tits and her pussy. Every time I would get set to come, I would strangle my cock with the straps of the bra and make it hurt just enough to slow down my orgasm. Finally the exquisite torture was too much. As I inhaled the aromatic fragrance of my daughter's soiled panties, my cock pulsed and throbbed, then spurted a long hot string of white cum up into the air. It fell back, spattering across my thighs. "Aaahhhhhh!" I groaned. I slipped the bra cup back over my glans and cried out at the soft soft feeling of the material as it covered my prick head and began to soak up spurt after spurt of my cum. I jacked and jacked it until there was just an oozing dribble running down the side of my shaft and Annie's bra was painted with my semen. The sweet smell of Annie-pussy coming from her panties kept me hard and pumping! That night and the next one I took Annie's soiled panties to bed with me, along with a clean pair of her silky panties and the cum-stained bra. As I went to sleep, and each time I woke up in the night I would spread the dirty panties out on the pillow next to me and bury my face in them, licking and sniffing at my little girl's scents. My cock would go rock-hard and I would masturbate into the other pair of soft, silky panties, or into the bra. My cock was raw each morning, but the pleasure was worth it! It seemed like a month until Friday arrived. [cont'd in Part Eight] Copyright 1997 all rights retained by author -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /