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   Annabel Andrews lay in warmth, snuggled up in her bed, face down in her
cool satin pillow.  Gently falling in and out of sleep, she felt stirrings
in her virgin pussy and tried to hold on to the dream that was causing this
naughty pleasure.  Her 14th birthday was fast approaching and she seemed to
be having more dreams like this.  She pressed on, trying to fall back to
sleep.

   She could feel the warm hand on her back, rubbing up and down.  She felt
the gentle stroking of her ass.  She felt fingers probing her wet little
pussy.  This is what sex would be like -- warm and sensual and smooth.  She
felt him prop himself up behind her and fumble around with her pussy, and
then as she felt pressure in between her pussy lips, with a thrust she
suddenly felt full -- and realized instantly that this wasn't a dream.

   This felt SO good she didn't want it to stop, but as she snapped out of
her luxurious slumber, she realized she was actually being fucked.  And she
had no idea by who.  For a split second she wondered if she should just let
it happen, but not knowing who was making her feel this good was just too
disconcerting.

   She craned her neck to look back and saw a large cock pistoning in and
out of her pussy and almost lay back down to enjoy it.  But when she looked
up to see who was giving this pleasure to her, she nearly died -- her
father was fucking her!  And he was good at it!

   "Oh, Daddy!", she nearly yelled.  "Oh, baby, you never called me that
before!  I like it!", he grunted as he began filling her pussy with loads
of his cum.  Suddenly Annabel felt that familiar tingling in her pussy like
from when she rubbed for a while -- and she started cumming.

   She lay there panting and confused.  Her father had just fucked her and
he had no shame about it.  What was happening?  It didn't even hurt.

   Her father rolled off her back and lay there stroking his large cock. 
"Do you think you could suck me off so I could get a second cum?", he asked
with a smile on his face.  "Um...  I guess so Daddy", she replied.  Then
climbed over and began licking his cock.  "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" she
asked.  He grunted and said, "If you keep talking to me like that you won't
need to do much else.  But I like this game.  Okay, little girl...  just
suck on the head right here.  That's right, baby.  Be Daddy's little girl."
Then he chuckled to himself.

   Soon he was cumming again and she was spitting it out on the bed. 
"Normally you swallow it, Baby.  Did I do something wrong?", her father
asked her with confused concern.  She thought to herself, "What is wrong
with him -- and why does he think he did this to me before?"

   As she lay back, she realized that she was in her parents bed.  How did
she even get here?  The last thing she could remember last night was her
argument with her mother at the Chinese restaurant.  Her mother had NO idea
how hard it was to be 13 and Annabel didn't understand why she had so many
restrictions.  Here she was fucking her father in his bed, and her mother
didn't think she was old enough to go to the movies alone.  The last thing
she remembered saying was, "I wish I could just switch places with her for
one day."

   She stood up from the bed to walk to the bathroom and felt the strange
sensation of cum dripping from her pussy.  She reached down to wipe it and
realized that it was really...  loose...  and hairy.  She had no idea sex
could do that to your pussy.

   As she stepped into the bathroom she immediately let out a shriek.  Her
husband ran to the bathroom to see what was the matter and Annabel was just
staring into the mirro.  "What's going on, Tess?!  Are you okay?!", he
asked in shocked confusion.  But she just continued to stare at the mirror
-- and she wasn't seeing herself, she was seeing her mother.  Had it really
happened?  Could it be?  It would certainly explain her eventful morning!

   She immediately ran from her parents bedroom, down the hall, and into
her "own room".  Her husband closely followed.  As she entered the room she
looked down and saw herself laying there asleep -- on her back, naked to
the world.  She didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed.  Then she
heard her father groan slightly -- and she realized that her father was
looking at her -- well, not HER, but "her body" sleeping on the bed.  She
admired herself for a minute and realized how beautiful her body really
was.

   "What do you think, Dad...  er...  Bill?  Does that do something for
ya?", and she smiled.  "Would you think it was sick if I said yes?", he
responded.  "Not at all...  I think it's kinda hot.  In fact, I bet if I
hide and you play with her a little bit like you did with me this morning,
she would be into it too.", she added.

   As he stood there, his cock began to rise again.  Laughing, she said, "I
think you're into it too." Annabel smiled and climbed into the closet and
slid the door closed so she could watch through the louvres and whispered,
"Do it...  Bill."

   Her father sat down on the edge of the bed next to his "daughter" and
laid his hand on her smooth, flat tummy.  Hi slowly stroked her tummy and
moved his hands up to her beautiful, pert little breasts.  She sighed
slightly in her dreamlike state and enjoyed her "husbands" touch.  He
circled her beautiful, pink little nipples with his fingers.  She groaned
slightly and smiled, slowly moving his hand back down her tummy and along
her inner thigh.  As his hand slid back up slightly and began rubbing her
soft, tight little pussy she opened her eyes slightly and smiled at him.

   He looked at her in amazement and said, "Are you okay with this, Baby?"
"Oh, yes!  ANY time!" she purred.  He leaned down and began kissing her
nipples, slowly sucking them into his mouth.  "God this feels so amazing
this morning.", she thought to herself.  She spread her legs and lifted her
knees slightly and he took the hint.  He moved down and started licking her
pussy and circling her little clit with his tongue.  "Oh my God, yes!" she
growled and gripped his hair tightly.

   From inside the closet, Annabelle watched as her aged pussy began to
drip in sexual excitement.  Her father thought he was making love to HER --
and her mother didn't have any clue...  yet.

   Back on the bed, her father continued to eat his "daughter" out. 
"Please fuck me!", she growled in lusty abandon.  "Are you serious?", her
father asked his "little girl"?  "Yes, NOW!  Fuck me hard!", she yelled!

   He raised up and stood alongside the bed and lifted her legs in the air
against his bare chest.  He leaned in as she reached down to spread her
pussy lips apart as he pressed his cock against her tight pussy -- and she
realized something was wrong.  There was almost no hair on her pussy... 
and her hands were smaller...  and she was looking across two small,
supple, pert breasts and a flat tummy.

   But before she could put two and two together, she felt the pressure of
her husbands cock against her pussy.  This time, however, it didn't slide
right in.  She felt a sharp pain as his cock pushed into her; something she
hadn't felt in 20 years.  It was like her pussy was being ripped open
again. The pain was almost too much, but at the same time it was amazing.
She had never been into pain before but this sensual, hot, searing pain was
pushing her to orgasm.  "FUCK ME!", she screamed at her husband and he
drove hard into her.

   She clawed his shoulders as he began pistoning in and out of her tight
hole.  She lay there cumming and cumming as he pounded her good and hard.
She had never felt anything like this before.  And then he started
cumming...  filling his "little girl" with his hot spunk.  Spurt after
spurt filling that tight void -- the slurping, sticky mess drooling from
her burning pussy onto the bed.

   "Oh, Annabelle!", he moaned.

   And with that, his "daughters" eyes flew open as she screamed, "What did
you just say?!"

   He stared into her eyes and she stared back at him in shock.  She pushed
her "husband" off of her and stood up, ready to yell at him.  And that's
when she saw her reflection in the mirror.  "What the fuck?!" Her husband
stared and said, "Honey...  you said it was okay.  You told me to do it."

   "But...  but...  I don't understand.  How..."

   "I'm sorry, Honey.  I wasn't thinking."

   "Not that, you dumb fucker.  What happened to me?!" she screamed.

   "What are you talking about, Sweety?!", he gasped.

   And then his "wife -- well, her naked body, anyway -- stepped out of the
closet and said, "Mom...  it's okay." His "daughter" looked at the woman
coming out of the closet and screamed, fainting in a crumpled pile onto the
floor.

   Bill carried his "daughter" back to the bed and held her hand while she
recovered.  His "wife" said, "Bill, can Annabelle and I have a few minutes
together.  We have some talking to do."

   Bill left the room and went to shower while the girls had a long,
enlightening talk.

   Annabelle had some things she needed to explore -- her hot History
teacher, for example.  Having her mothers body would let that happen.  Tess
had always fantasized about doing the kid at the grocery store -- and with
Annabelle's body she wouldn't look like a creeper.
   This adventure might not be over yet.  They knew that.