Message-ID: <1549eli$9706201200@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 Subject: STORY: Annie&Me Part 1of10 [M/f Inc cons f/f mast] 18500bytes 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. You are not accessing this material to use against the site operator or any person whomsoever in any conceivable manner; and that you are not a member of any law enforcement organization or an officer of any court nor acting as agent for such. Your further certify that you will not redistribute this material to anyone nor permit any minor to see this material, or any other person who might find such material personally offensive. You believe that such material does not offend the standard of the community in which you live and that your community subscribes to the principles of the First Amendment which holds that free adult Americans have the right to decide for themselves what they will read and view without governmental interference. You agree not to archive this file in such a way as to make it accessable to others. 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 Introduction I'm one of those fathers you wondered about; one of those that had sex with his daughter. There's been a lot of talk back and forth on this newsgroup and the others about father-daughter incest, and even a call for those who had "abused" their daughters to tell all. Annie and I are different. We have never actually considered it anything like abuse, to be frank, even though I know evil things happen when incest is forced on a child. Now that it has been several years since it first happened, I can look back on it with neither too much sense of guilt, nor with any illusions, either. What we did was not evil, terrible, or even very abnormal, I believe. It was a time of extreme stress, of a young girl growing up quickly, and of a very erotic time in both our lives. I post this in response to those who asked for a "true story", or "confession," although I don't think of it as one. I am attempting to respond seriously to both those with, shall we say, "prurient curiosity," and to those who would genuinely like to read the truth of what happened to one father and daughter. What I describe below actually happened. I wrote it because I thought it was important for people to understand; and yes, also because it is rather thrilling to "relive" those amazing events with Annie. I did not post this to break any laws, but simply to inform, entertain and ... enlighten. ............................................................................ ................... Annie and Me Part One of Ten It began innocently, I thought. I just cared about my eleven-year-old daughter when she began to have growing pains from her onset of puberty. One night I checked on Annie in her bedroom, to find her quietly crying and holding her hands across her chest as she lay on her little canopy-bunk bed. "Ohhh, daddy," she whispered. "my chest hurts so much, can you make it better?" I sat down on the edge of the bed and like all parents, tried to figure out what would help make the pain go away. Eventually the pitiful look of my young daughter's suffering led me to pull her up in my lap and fold her in my arms and try to rock her to sleep. All the while she snuggled in my arms she whimpered and refused to be still. Annie was just a little string bean of a gangly eleven-year-old, a little taller than most, but not too much different from any other normal, athletic schoolgirl. The small little mounds of her proto-breasts were not as large as hen's eggs at that point. In my mind I knew that all kids go through this period of real "growing pains" and that the discomfort was short-lived. But not knowing what else to do, finally I put my hands over her tiny breasts and pressed gently with my palms, my hands cupping and protecting her little boobs. I gently kneaded the barely-noticeable lumps, massaging and warming them through her pajama tops. At first she whined and wiggled a little at the unfamiliar touch, -- probably any squeezing was at first painful -- but she seemed to quieten down after a minute. I kept up a gentle, totally non-erotic massage of my daughter's chest until Annie had a deep, gentle rhythm to her breathing. Then I tucked her in and quietly left her room, a thousand conflicting thoughts running through my head. I swear to everyone reading this that I had not even considered any sexual implications until afterwards when I thought of where my hands had been and what I had done -- with a thought to explaining it to my wife, Janet. The next night Annie and I participated in our Thursday night ritual. After dinner and homework, she'd plop down in the recliner with me and snuggle up while we watched all the TV sitcoms. We both enjoyed being together and laughing together, and Annie particularly liked the idea of staying up a little later with her dad. I loved the way Annie smelled, fresh from the bath and slightly damp in her PJ's. It was a heady little-girl smell -- wet hair, strawberry shampoo, soap, and toothpaste. She laughed and giggled and I tickled her during the commercials. Janet, who always liked the couch to herself, would bring us popcorn, half of which ended up on the floor or under us in the recliner cushions as we tossed it at each other. This night Annie was sleepier than usual and snuggled up close by 9:00. I covered her with a throw blanket, letting her slump across me, her gangly leg crossed over me as she watched the tube. Quietly she reached for my hand and guided it under the blanket to her chest. "Still sore there, Pun'kin?" I asked. "Uh huh." she sighed and lay on me, drifting off to sleep as, unconsciously, I caressed and kneaded the little lumps there. Janet had a big frown on her face, but for some reason she never said a word, ... never objected. I decided to let it be, and said nothing either. Annie just drifted off to sleep. As time went on, this became a nightly ritual, Annie and I curled up in the recliner, Janet just bored, watching TV. Despite myself I began to enjoy the sexual element creeping into these little "cuddling" sessions with my daughter. Annie was rapidly approaching twelve years old, and her gangly body was developing more and more soft little curves. Janet told me Annie was already having periods. As my daughter lay against me, her legs scissored over my thigh, and the hard little knot of her pubis found its way against my leg. Yes, I would get erections. My penis would stiffen and thicken in my pants as I felt Annie press against me, or as I cupped her little breast. Truthfully, I enjoyed the sensation, and didn't feel guilty enough to analyze what was arousing me. I allowed myself to think that as long as my dick stayed inside my fly, ... well nothing was wrong with that was there? At these times Annie would get all "snuggly" and guide my hand over to her tiny, but growing, boobs. As she squeezed and pressed her crotch against my leg, with a kind of absent-minded reflex, would I circle and fondle and gently run my finger around in a teasing circle over the puffy, budding flesh of her not-yet-matured aureola, through her PJ's. I guess I was not allowing myself to focus on what I was doing, instead I fooled myself into an absent minded-state where I touched my little daughter's intimate flesh and tried to watch Star Trek. Yet part of me noticed every response as my daughter's tiny nipple began to stiffen and the puffy flesh around it seem to swell and form a little crown on her mini-mammary. Annie seemed to love it just that much more. She would put her hand over mine, pressing it onto her tiny tit so that I cupped it and warmed it in my palm, gently kneading her. Annie was never naive or foolish about the disapproval of her mother, I know now, looking back on that time. She would keep up a constant, aimless chatter about the program so as to appear "normal" as her flat little mons pressed harder and harder to my leg and her breast moved tightly into my hand. We both didn't want Janet to be suspicious; but it was only a question of time before my wife caught on. We never really fooled her. One night it was too hot for a blanket over us to hide our little game, but Annie and I were enjoying each other too much to stop. I was deliberately not focusing, and trying to appear casual, but Janet glanced over to see me absently circling my finger round and round on the pajama material over Annie's left breast. "My GOD!" Janet snapped in disgust, staring at me with a vehement, jealous look. "You're playing with her NIPPLE! You're FONDling your OWN DAUGHTER!!!" With that, Janet stomped out of the room, and seconds later Annie and I heard the bedroom door slam shut. Later that night I succeeded in calming my wife down and gaining entrance to our bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tried to explain away the things I had been doing with Annie, to lie my way out of admitting the sexual relationship my daughter and I had begun. "You have to stop it, Michael," Janet scolded. "F .. fathers can't .. can't BE that way with their girls! You shouldn't do that to Annie. It , ... it will make her .... oh , I don't know what it will make her!" I nodded meekly and let my wife spit out all the accusations and doubts I had been hiding from myself for weeks. "I can understand how it could happen, but you can't continue to do that with our daughter." Janet said. Her voice was stern, but I knew she was seeking a way to let me off gently. "You must see that it is wrong. ... Promise me." *** Now I know that I give the impression that Janet and I were apart, estranged, but.... About a week later Janet was writhing nakedly over me as we screwed. Her spasming pussy made wild spiraling motions as she moved up and down my cock, then fell down hard, driving it way up into her vagina. "Oh, ... oh god!" Jan panted. Her hands rested on my chest as she scrubbed back and forth, impaled on my prick. It felt like she was going to tear it off at the root. I reached up and cupped her big, flopping titties in my hands, kneading and squeezing them, rolling her fat nipples over my thumbs until she was crying out in ecstasy. "Oh yeah!" she said lustily. "Oh YEAH! I'm about to come! Fuck me, honey, fuck me hard!" I slammed my cock up into her hot pussy over and over. "Make me come!" she demanded. "Make me COME!" Janet writhed and moaned, then arched her back, raising her hands up over her head and jiggling her cunt in short, rapid up and down movements as her pussy walls spasmed in orgasm. "Awww yeah, awww, yeahhhh!" She cried. Opening her eyes, she looked down at me with a fierce look. "Come in me!" she commanded. "Goddammit, you COME in me!!!" Immediately, my cock obliged. I felt pulse after pulse of my sperm spurt up into Janet as she squealed and went rigid, savoring the feeling of my hot juice flooding her cunt. "Eeeeeeee!" my wife squealed. "Michael, ... cummm in meeee!" After shaking with hard orgasms, slowly she leaned forward, resting her naked tits on my chest, mashing them into me as she sucked my neck and rode out her final climax. I could feel the hot mix of cum and cunt juice dripping out of her cunt and down onto my balls as I kept pumping up into her. When my head cleared, I looked down along my wife's naked back, past the foot of the bed. There was Annie, standing in the doorway, a serious look of shock and arousal on her little face as she watched her mommy collapse on top of me, my dick buried up between her legs. Annie just stared at our wet, glistening organs, fascinated, but concerned. My daughter started to say something, but as gently as I could I shook my head and waved her away, out of the doorway. She knew immediately I meant for her to go right now before Janet knew she was there. She started again to say something, but the look on my face made her finally turn and quickly run out of the doorway toward her bedroom. "Hmmm?" Janet sighed drowsily. "What?" "Nothing, honey." I lied. "I just loved the way you came." "Ummm hmmm." Janet grunted, snuggling down on top of me as I pulled a sheet over us. As her breathing turned into a gentle snore, my cock softened and slid out of her wetly. As soon as I could, I rolled Janet off of me and quietly slid out of bed, going to the bathroom just like always. There, I put on my robe and walked slowly toward Annie's room.... *** I sat next to Annie on the frilly little bed, looking at her as she sheepishly hid half her face under her blanket. "Do you know what you saw?" I asked. "Y' ... yeah." she said quietly, I knew she was afraid I was going to punish her severely for spying on her parents in their most intimate moments. "You were sexual intercoursing." "That's right," I smiled, finding her mistaken term comical. "We were having sexual intercourse. ...it's called "having sex." "Uh huh," Annie said, brightening a little now that she guessed I wasn't going to spank her immediately, but only explain -- and maybe scold. She knew she could handle that. "We learned all about it in school, ... in Gym hour. Mrs. Biggs told us when she talked about us having periods." "Did she tell you that you weren't supposed to watch? ... that when a man and woman make love, it's supposed to be private." Annie just blinked dully, "The door was open!". "You shouldn't have watched. You were supposed to be in bed." "I ... I just heard mommy, she was yelling....I thought...." "You thought we were doing exactly what we were doing, ... don't lie Annie." I said, trying to be stern. "Well, but I thought maybe she was hurting or something! She was so loud!" "She was having an orgasm." I said. "You know what that means?" Annie nodded, letting the blanket drop from her face. "I know." "You do, do you?" I smiled. "Well, now you've seen it. Let that satisfy your curiosity for now. I don't want you sneaking in on us again okay? I won't tell your mother this time, but ..." "How ... how does it feel?' Annie interrupted, suddenly bold, now that she knew I wasn't going to rat her out to Janet. "How does what feel?" "Sexual intercoursing, ... I mean 'having sex.' Does it feel good?" she said, all wide-eyed and expectant. "These are things you should ask your mom. It's about time ..." "Mom doesn't like me." "What? -- That's crazy!" I almost yelled. "She's your mother, she loves you!" But Annie had said it so matter of factly that I knew it must feel like the truth to my eleven year old. "Doesn't like you either," Annie lifted her head defiantly. "She's mean to you and says bad things about you to Lois." Lois was our next door neighbor, usually hanging around in the daytime while Janet cleaned house or watched soap operas, I really didn't know. "Don't be silly," I said. "We were making love just now." "Maybe she just likes making love." Annie suggested. I sat there stunned, not knowing how to counter that remark, it felt too true. "I want you to do that with me." Annie said, pleading the same way she pleaded when she wanted a new doll. "I know all about penises and vaginas and sexual intercourse! I kn .. know about that stuff, that stuff coming out of her. It's your seeds. Isn't it supposed to stay inside of her and make a baby?"" "You don't know anything," I said angrily. "You don't even know what your talking about! You had better really have a talk with your mom." "Please, daddy?" she whined. "I want to have sex with you too. I can do it. When you stick your thing in her like that, does it feel real good?" "Look, Annie, little girls don't have sex with ANYbody, particularly their fathers." I scolded. "Now, I'm sorry you saw what you saw tonight, but it was very wrong of you to do that." "But I love you, too, daddy," Annie sniffed, she threw back the sheet and moved over in the bed, as if expecting me to climb right in. "Can't we? It's going to be my birthday, soon." "Annie, STOP IT!" I said, standing up and towering over her bed. "That's a very bad idea to ever even think about! It's called incest, and it's very very wrong. I suppose somebody should have told you that a long time ago before you got stupid ideas. You are never 'sposed to have sex with your father." "It's not wrong." "Look, I'm not going to argue with you about all this, it's obvious Janet needs to have a long talk with you. Sex is something ...something you do with your husband or your first love." "No, I know that, I want to anyway. You're my first love!" "You never EVER do it with your father, or brothers, or anybody in your family. It's against the law even.. Do you understand?" For the first time, Annie pulled a grown-up expression of resignation on her face. She nodded dumbly and sank back into her covers. "Answer is no," I said finally. "Well I want you to show me how, to show me all about it. That's what I think a father should do." "Everybody in this family is suddenly an expert in what fathers are supposed to do," exasperated, I sighed and slapped my hands against my thighs. "You're determined to get into trouble tonight aren't you?" Annie eyes misted over, but I could see a real dilemma underneath her expression. Perhaps Janet was very cold in the way she was raising Annie. I guessed maybe if my daughter was that ignorant, Janet had done nothing but avoid the situation in the first place. "Look, I'll have a talk with your mom," I said gently. "Don't cry. There are things you need to know, .... she can tell you." "What if she says no?" "If she does, ... Then I WILL tell you myself, okay? Just tell you, ... brat. But no more talk about having sex. It's really very serious and I mean it, understand? You shouldn't even think about this stuff until you're grown." Annie nodded and curled up into a ball, stifling a yawn. "Now, go to sleep." I said. "And NO MORE PEEKING at your mom and me!!" [cont'd in Part Two] 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> /