Author: Daddy Walker Title: Anything for Anne Keywords: Mf Mf~f inc ws scat nc rape anal snuff ----------------- Anything for Anne The first sign that things were changing at John's place came one day in late autumn. At lunch, his 12 year old daughter Anne came home early from school, crying, locking herself in the bathroom for a shower. When she ran back to her room, John caught a glimpse of her half-naked body in a little towel. She was developing into a small and slender woman, just as her mother. John, on the other hand, was tall and athletic, and the only resemblance between him and Anne was the dark color of their hair. Anne closed her door to be left alone. He had always figured these things were bound to come with puberty, and she was closing in on 13. Five minutes after Anne had locked herself in her room, John walked into the bathroom for a quick check. He caught a glance of a pair of red-stained panties in the thrash, and he returned to work, feeling content that their situation was perfectly normal. John and Anne had been getting by alone for 8 years now, since Anne's mother died of cancer. John had gone out of his way to make it work, even finding a job that didn't require him to leave the house much. At dinner, Anne said something that bothered him a little. He had tried asking her how she felt, and she answered in a way that surprised him. - "That fucking Jenny!", she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder nonchalantly. "I hate her so much!". --- Six months later, it was Anne's birthday. At dinner, John asked how things had been in school. - "Ok...", she answered. "They sang to me and all... Except for that fucking Jenny, who ..." Anne interrupted herself. This was the second time John had heard that name mentioned in anger, and now he was sure that something wasn't right. - "Who's Jenny anyway?", he asked. "Is she the fat girl?" The girl he was thinking about was actually a blossoming, blond teenage beauty, and both he and Anne knew that. He just wanted to comfort his daughter, who seemed ashamed that she was still thin and short. A few hours later, Anne came down to the TV room. - "Daddy...", she asked. "Did mommy have big breasts?" Over the last months, Anne had put greater focus on her appearance. Unfortunately, John had to disappoint her. - "No, I don't think you could really say that.", he answered, thinking for a second. "But I really liked them the way they were." He wished he hadn't said that last part, and now he felt awkward. His daughter failed to control her frustration. - "I fucking knew it!", she spat out. "She was really small right, like me? Just a little girl that nobody's gonna want to fuck!" --- Two days later, at dinner, he decided to try talking to her. - "Listen...", he tried. "About the other day... I want to make sure you know that guys your age are complete idiots. Actually ... I don't think a smart girl like you would be happy with anyone in this little town..." He could hear himself not helping. - "So what are you saying?", she said with a dogged expression. "Will you move away with me?" He hesitated. This was more difficult than he had thought. - "No...", he started. "I mean... It's just that... There are other ways to ... explore your sexuality..." - "Like what?", she asked with defiance. "Watching porn all night like you do?" She smiled victoriously at him while he blushed with shame. - "Look...", he said. "I'm sorry you knew... But yeah... You have a computer. No guy is going to satisfy you like you can right now..." He regretted his preaching tone, but on some level, it seemed to have worked. She considered what he had said. Then, with her usual clarity, she cut right to the chase. - "But you can see everything I do from your computer, can't you?", she asked. She was right of course. - "Ok, but look...", he tried. "I would never check what you did on your own computer. I promise!" --- The following evening, he was watching TV when she came down, dressed in her mother's old bathrobe. It surprised John. He didn't know Anne had been digging in the old clothes boxes. - "Dad...", she started hesitantly. "Can I... Can I use your computer?" John felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. - "I'm not sure...", he started nervously. He couldn't think of anything more to say. She curled her hair seductively around her finger. He couldn't keep his eyes off the way the robe barely hung together. You could make out the insides of her thighs... - "You know...", she said. "I know about all the porn... Even the little-girl stories... I don't care." She paused, but he was too baffled to answer. She saw his nervousness, and her face broke up into a disarming smile. - "You're still the best daddy...", she kept going. "Really... I just want to use your computer tonight..." He still didn't know what to answer. - "What are you going to do?", he asked stupidly. - "I'm not sure.", she answered. "I tried looking for porn on mine last night, and it didn't really work. So I'm just gonna see what happens..." She turned up the stairs again, not giving him a chance to say anything more. John noticed the sweat pouring down his face. He poured himself a whiskey and sat back, trying to stay calm. Was his innocent little girl really about to masturbate openly in his room? His cock started to swell... --- When he came up, she was already gone. At first, he thought she hadn't been there, but then he saw a note. It had "Thanks!" in writing and a kiss mark from dark red lipstick on it. He jerked off three times straight, with the note on his bedside table, and fell asleep covered in sperm. --- She didn't ask to use his computer again, and after two weeks things seemed back to normal. Then, one night, when he sat there in front of his screen with his cock out, he gave in to an impulse to look through the web history over at Anne's computer. He was shocked at what he found. His daughter was looking at violent anal sex, night after night. She was reading incest porn and child porn. Right now, he found her browsing through a forum about toilet sex. He couldn't help stroking his cock, watching what she read. When she had been going on for a good half an hour, reading one perverted story after another, she suddenly stopped. John's cock was ready to explode. He saw Anne starting a film. It was a short clip of a girl pissing and shitting her jeans. Soon, John came, his sperm shooting over both the keyboard and the monitor. A few minutes later, Anne's computer shut down, and he heard her out in the bathroom. He knew they had both orgasmed to the same film. --- - "There's something we should talk about.", he started at dinner the following day. She stopped chewing and waited with a worried face. - "Look...", he continued. "It's just about some of the things you may have found on my computer. About ... you know ... younger girls... I just don't want you to get the wrong idea..." He squirmed in his seat. He had prepared a speech a hundred times in his head, but it was all gone. In her eyes, he could see a sudden, confrontational flicker that he knew so well. - "Oh...", she said sarcastically. "You don't think I'm pretty?" - "Of course!", he blurted out with sincere, unprepared shock in his voice. "Honey... You're the prettiest ... young woman in the world!" He sat dumbfounded for a second. Anne smiled. - "Good!", she beamed with joy. --- It was full summer, and the holidays were coming up. After the last day of school, Anne left the house for a party in the evening. She came back early, at about 10 in the evening. She was crying. John could smell alcohol on her breath. - "What's the matter?", he asked. - "Fucking Jenny...", was all Anne answered. About an hour later, his bedroom door opened carefully. He looked up, from between the sheets of the bed, and saw his daughter sneaking in. He thought he could make out tears on her face. - "Daddy...", she whispered, noticing his stare. "Can I sleep here tonight? Please?" - "Honey...", he started. "I don't... I... I'm naked!" His words didn't even seem to register. She just sat down on the bed, slipping her robe down her shoulders. It took him a confused second to realize that she was naked as well. - "Honey...", he tried again. But he couldn't bring himself to stop her. He caught a full glimpse of her slender body, and his cock started rising. Then, she lifted the cover and crawled down. He felt her warmth against his skin. - "I love you daddy...", she whispered. His cock was hard now. Her hand caressed his chest. - "Honey, you're drunk...", he attempted. - "Just a little drunk...", she answered. "I just got drunk because I was nervous..." Her hand started moving downward. He grabbed her in panic and stopped her just inches from his erection. - "Honey, no!", he said. "I love you, but..." She didn't take her hand away. - "I'll never tell anyone.", she whispered. "It will be our secret forever. No one will know..." She was quiet for a second, and then she continued. - "I swore I'd have sex this semester or kill myself daddy...", she said. John hesitated. He honestly couldn't tell if she was serious or not. It seemed as the sort of thing she might actually mean. He tried to think. - "Please... Say you want to, daddy!", she whispered with drunkenness into his ear. - "Honey...", he tried. "You're young and ... small... Even if we... It probably wouldn't work..." - "It worked for mom, didn't it?", Anne whispered. "Mom was small like me, right? I can be just like mom. I'm so wet daddy... If you love me, you have to do it..." He felt her breath against his skin. She was right. He couldn't resist. He grabbed her slim wrists and turned her gently on her back. He could hardly believe what he was doing. There was a slightly frightened look on her face when he climbed on top. He put a hand between her legs and found out that she hadn't lied. It was possible that he had never touched such a wet crotch in his entire life. He also noticed that there was barely any pubic hair. John froze up for a second. He just found an extremely thin, soft fuzz. She hadn't shaved. She just hadn't grown any real hair yet. He was about to change his mind, from the shock of realizing she was still not a grown woman. Then he looked down into her face. - "Fuck me!!", she whispered with a horny look. He felt his cock sniffing her cunt. There was no way he could fight it. He took the shaft in his hand and guided it in between her legs. - "Relax honey!", he said. The thin folds of flesh spread around his cock head, and he slipped into the opening. She was so wet it took almost nothing for him to slide in an inch. - "Do it!", she hissed. "Please..." He started pushing harder. Slowly, slowly, her inside walls expanded around him. He almost couldn't believe it... He was fucking Anne! He felt her body under his own. He felt her legs spread and her cunt open more to take his cock in, inch after inch. Her face radiated with joy when he started sliding in and out. She tried to lift herself up to get him deeper inside. She was hot. She was beautiful... Everything happened so fast. He tried to warn her that he was about to lose control. - "Honey... You're so sexy...", he gasped. She seemed to understand what was about to happen. - "Yes daddy!", she moaned back. "Do it! I love you daddy! Come now!" He felt the pleasure build in his crotch. His first jets of sperm started shooting into his daughter. - "Yes daddy!", she moaned into his face. "Come!! Come, daddy!!" It was all over within seconds. He tried to lie down carefully, but he ended up with all his body weight on her. She started kissing his shoulders and his neck. - "I love you daddy!", she whispered. "Oooohhhh, I love you!" --- That night, she slept on his shoulder the way his wife had used to. When he woke up in the morning, Anne was awake, smiling blissfully, looking back into his eyes. She jumped naked out of bed, into her mother's bathing gown, and left happily to make breakfast. Later, in the kitchen, he found himself trying to act the good father, against all better judgment. - "Listen honey...", he hesitated. "I think it's best if we treat last night as a ... not something normal..." From the look on her face, she had expected this to come. She tried to use spitefulness to hide the disappointment and sorrow in her voice. - "Why?", she answered venomously. "Didn't you like fucking me, daddy?" He didn't know what to answer. - "Listen, they will put me in prison...", he tried. "I would do anything for you. I really would... And what if you get pregnant?" The kitchen was quiet for a few seconds. - "I love you daddy!", Anne whispered. He reached over to hug her. She immediately crawled up towards his body. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Her mouth moved a little closer to his. - "You can get me pills...", she whispered. "Did you mean it? That you would do anything for me?" John felt her hand against his cock through the sweat pants. He had never intended for this to happen, he kept telling himself over and over. He had never intended for it to actually happen... Her mouth was only inches from his, about to kiss him. Her hand crawled down into his sweat pants, and he felt all resistance disappear. Gentle fingers wrapped around his swelling shaft. - "If someone came to take me away...", she started. "What would you do? If you could get away with anything..." The horniness in her eyes was hypnotizing. Her lips brushed against his. She was warm, soft, and moist. Their tongues touched. When she pulled her mouth back, he answered with a low voice. - "I'll do anything you want honey...", he said. "Absolutely anything...!" She kissed him again, harder, and he felt her fingers slide up and down his erection. He gave in and started groping her slender body with his large hands. She opened the gown and sat with her naked legs spread around him, taking the hard cock out. He threw his t-shirt off, and Anne let the robe drop to the floor. She moved her crotch towards him, and she started trying to get him inside. He reached down to help. He leaned back in the chair, looking at her cunt as it opened up around his cock. He watched the half-matured fuck lips kiss their way down his thick shaft, swallowing him up. She moaned with about half the cock inside her, leaned forward, and started sliding her smooth pussy back and forth, fucking him for real. She almost didn't weigh anything. Her skin caressed his stomach as she moved against him. Soon, her mouth moved to his lips again, and she whispered. - "I want to fuck you always, daddy!" They kissed again. He looked out the window, watching the familiar street outside. He had been sitting at this breakfast table for years, watching people walk by out on the street, but today, he got to see them over the bobbing shoulders of his daughter... John and Anne sat there fucking for minutes. Her wet tongue slid against his. The moist, squeezing warmness of her cunt moved up and down his shaft. In the end, their mouths kissed wildly, moaning and grunting, and he filled her cunt with his sperm. When he had relaxed, he lifted her on top of the table, swept the bread and butter to the side, and ate her out until she came in his mouth. --- They barely left the house for the first weeks of her holidays. John's vacation was coming up. Originally, they had planned to go out with the boat, but now they just used the extra time to watch porn and fuck. John couldn't believe how horny Anne was. He realized it was definitely more than a simple crush on him after he watched her masturbate, spread-legged in front of the TV, cumming 5 times to an ass rape film. It seemed the more violent the movies were, the more she loved them. He wondered a few times if there was something wrong with her. Somehow, he always stopped worrying when he found her wet cunt in his face... They had been watching brutal assfucking for weeks before Anne actually started asking about anal sex. When she finally did, she seemed mostly interested in if her mother had ever done it... Anne's mother was a reoccurring subject during sex. When Anne and John were fucking in front of the TV, Anne would ask if he had liked fucking her mother there in the couch... When he licked Anne's asshole, Anne would ask him if mom had liked a tongue in her ass just as much... Once, Anne came so hard from being eaten out that she accidentally pissed herself in his face, and her first question was if her mother had ever pissed that way... Anne started wearing only her mother's clothes. The young girl began looking through old cook books, trying to be a perfect little homemaker. For the first time years, John saw something resembling real happiness in her eyes. He gathered the courage one day to ask about the violent assfucking films she wanted to watch. Her answer turned out to surprise him. - "I just like to watch it daddy...", she drifted off into thought. "I like to imagine that they're in pain. And I figure assfucking is all pain and no pleasure for those girls, right? Like... When they cry from it... I like to pretend that I'm a guy, and that I can do things like that on ... some girls." After a brief pause, she continued. - "Anyway, would you really like to do it, dad? If you like it, I think we could do it... Is it like when you finger me?" - "Well...", he started. "Maybe it's more like... I guess, when you go to the toilet... Anyway... I just think I'm ... too big for any woman to take it there." Anne looked back with youthful confidence in her eyes. - "Maybe I can learn.", she said with an inviting smile. --- They both simply wore morning robes a lot of the time now. Anne rarely even bothered to close up. Often, the first thing John saw around a corner was her open robe with a clear view of her exposed, young cunt. It was strange how fast they found themselves on the same note about such things. It wasn't just the nakedness. Another new thing was the way bathroom doors were suddenly open. John had initially thought that Anne would limit herself to open doors when she was pissing, the way he did. But then one day, as he passed by, he actually heard the loud splash of his little girl's shit in the toilet. She called him in. As she sat there in front of him, she spread her legs and started masturbating. His cock came growing out of the robe, as a little turtle's head, and she gave him a blow job, drinking his sperm down before she'd even wiped her ass. One day, she watched him from around the corner as he moved into the bathroom for his morning toilet routine. This time, she followed him in before he had an opportunity to close the door. She was clearly nervous. - "Get naked daddy!", she tried to order with faked confidence. John was too surprised to react, and she changed tactics, dropping her gown on the floor. As always, the sight of her naked body stiffened John's cock. A minute later, she had started filling their bathtub, and she made John step in it. She sat down on him, caressing his hard cock shaft with her fingers. The water still only covered the bottom of the tub. - "I'm sick daddy...", she said with a low voice. She looked at him with puppy dog eyes, begging for appraisal. - "You can be as sick sick as you want honey!", he answered honestly. "Can't you see how hard it makes me?" - "But I'm... I'm dirty daddy!", she continued with sincere nervousness. "I want to do something ... really dirty..." He answered that she could do anything she wanted. She built her courage for a while, kissing him. Then she leaned up and whispered into his ear. - "Good!", she concluded. She started pissing on his stomach, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The yellow liquid flowed down over John's body to the rising water surface. When she was done, she rubbed her cunt against the glistening skin. They kept kissing in the tub until the water reached up to his chest. Suddenly, a few bubbles came from her ass. John laughed and kissed her disarmingly. - "You're so naughty...", he smiled. She moaned. - "Fuck!", she said. "I'm so horny..." She stopped the water. It reached up to his shoulders and her breasts. They kissed, and then she started trying to work his cock inside her. - "Fuck me daddy!", she whispered with a delirious voice. "Fuck me! I'm gonna be so sick!" Her eyes were dreamy and shining. Her face was ecstatic, but John still heard a trace of nervousness in her voice. - "You feel so good honey!", he encouraged. "You can do whatever you want..." She hugged him and moaned. - "Oooohhh, daddy...", she moaned into his shoulder. "You made me so horny that night. Talking about the way assfucking was like shitting... And I really need to ... shit ..." He felt his cock stiffen even harder inside her. - "Go ahead baby...", he said with a reassuring voice. After a few seconds, Anne stopped rocking up and down on his cock. She just sat, still, with a concentrated look. He reached around and grabbed her butt cheeks, gently pulling them apart, thinking it might help. A few more bubbles rose to the surface from her ass. Then his fingers felt something coming out of her. She trembled and moaned, and he wondered to himself if she was actually having an orgasm already. There was a strong cramp through her body, followed by a large piece of shit floating up behind her back. - "Fuck me daddy!", Anne whispered into his ear. "Fuck me! Touch me!" He slid his fingers all the way in to her asshole and heard her moaning in ecstasy. He pressed one finger against the little shitter. She was relaxed, and he drove the tip of his finger in without any resistance. As she rode his cock, she brought her groping hands down towards his ass. She kissed him hard. He was entranced by the way her nipples broke the surface every time she bucked down. - "Will you do anything for me daddy?", she said as they fucked, his fingers digging into her shit hole. - "Anything baby!", he managed to press out between horny fuck-grunts. - "Please, shit in my hands...", she hissed into his ear. She kissed him. Her horniness was intoxicating. He managed to spread his legs slightly, allowing her eager fingers complete access, and then he overcame a mental barrier and pushed, doing just what she had asked. She moaned ecstatically into his mouth when she felt it coming. A few seconds later, she started fucking herself frantically against him, grinding her crotch against his lower stomach. This time, he had no doubts about her orgasm, because he could feel the cramps, around his cock and his finger in her ass. As she calmed down, she whispered into his ear. - "Daddy...", she panted. "I have your shit in my hands, daddy!" At that point, he filled her tight cunt with sperm. --- It seemed summer flew by. Anne started leaving for school again, and the house became strangely empty. John filled the days with work. Anne would come home after shopping, always doing the housework, always wearing her mother's old clothes. Every night she would curl up next to him, sleeping as a little baby. - "Am I a good housewife, daddy?", she asked him one day, after about a week of school. She was standing by the stove, and instead of answering, he just lifted her skirt and fucked her from behind, next to her boiling pots. --- One day, in the third week of school, Anne came home agitated. - "Fucking Jenny again...", she started as they ate dinner. “She was sitting with her bimbos today.” - "What?", John asked. - "She has a boyfriend she's fucking...", Anne continued. "She shouted to me that I'd wish I knew how great it feels..." John waited for more. - "I said...", she kept going with an upset voice. "That maybe I already knew... And then ... She said the only way I could know was if I had fucked you..." Anne sat silently, looking down into the table. After dinner, she snuggled up into his lap. - "I love you daddy...", she whispered. "What if someone suspect us?" - "No one will!", he assured her. She hugged him and kissed him gently. Her body started to squirm seductively in his lap. - "If they did...", she whispered. "Would you do... anything... to protect me?" She started unbuttoning his pants. - "Absolutely anything!", he promised her between kisses. It was obvious that his answer aroused her. She worked her hand down his pants and moaned as she reached his cock. - "I'm getting so hot daddy...", she panted. "You have to fuck me now!" --- Anne started to act more aggressively. She only wanted to watch extremely violent films. She fucked John with more and more energy. He would be lying if he said he didn't love it... Then, one Friday, she was very upset when she came home from school. She walked straight into his room. - "Daddy...", she started with a stressed voice. "Today Jenny saw me getting my pills after school. She saw them! There's no way she doesn't know!" It all came crashing down in a second. Deep down, John had always known the birth control could get them in trouble. In the end, he grabbed a glass of whiskey and made her sit down in the couch. They talked for a long time. It was Anne who finally said what they both were thinking. - "We can kill her...", she whispered with scared voice. John didn't answer. He just emptied his glass. - "She takes this weird bus out to her daddy on Saturdays...", Anne continued nervously. "It's supposed to stop in the middle of the forest, where no one's around. It only goes, like, two times a day..." John kept thinking for a long time before he answered. - "And tomorrow is Saturday...", he said with calm resolution. "So she won't have time to start any rumors..." Anne gave him a careful kiss. - "Isn't it our only chance, daddy?", she whispered with a begging voice. "I don't want them to take me away..." He thought in silence, for what seemed as forever, before he answered. - "It's ok, honey...", he said. "No one will take you away... We'll ... kill your friend..." Anne let out a surprisingly ecstatic moan. She started squirming in his lap, unbuckling his pants, and kissing him over and over. It only took her a few seconds to get her pants off and his cock out, and then she jammed herself down around his still growing shaft. Her crotch smeared cunt juice over his stomach, and within just a few seconds she started screaming into his mouth in orgasm. It was the fastest he had ever seen her come. --- It was easier than they had imagined to go through with their plans. After a day of work, they had a gagged, tied-up, long-haired, blond girl on board their large inboard motor-boat. They had waited until midnight to make sure the docks were empty. Now it was time for their first and only trip through the archipelago this season. They were going out to Anne's childhood favorite beach on the outer islands, where everything was mostly deserted, even in season. They would probably be the last people to set foot there before next year. John drove for three hours, and then he was finally at their destination, able to anchor the boat and get some rest. --- It was a sunny morning. They were on a beach with an outlook over the entire sea. It was windy and chilly, and you needed thick sweaters not to freeze. Anne spread blankets out on the sand, and their prisoner Jenny was made to sit down. - "What are you going to do?", the girl asked with a frightened voice. John ignored her question. - "We're miles out on the sea...", he explained. "Just so you know ... you can't escape. So don't even try, ok?" The girl started crying. Anne cuddled up to hold her father. - "Do you think she's hot daddy?", Anne asked with a teasing voice. Jenny was extremely beautiful. A pair of voluptuous breasts pouted out under the childlike face. John's cock was already hard. The captured girl cried harder, staring in disbelief when Anne actually began caressing her father's crotch. They stripped the girl until was sitting naked on the blankets, shivering with goose bumps in the cold. John almost couldn't believe how perfect she looked, her tits wonderful, soft, and lean, her ass smooth and inviting, her cunt hair trimmed short as a little slut's. He looked at his daughter, who kissed him hard, before she turned to her classmate, making sure they had her attention. - "Oh my god!", Jenny cried when she saw the kiss. "What are you going to do to me?! Please!!" John unbuckled his pants and took his cock out. Their prisoner was shocked silent by the size of the organ. Anne started to caress the shaft. - "I want you to hurt her, daddy!", she said. "I want you to ... just fuck the bitch, now!" Jenny screamed for help, but no one was there to hear it. After some wrestling, father and daughter had the girl on her back. Anne held the struggling arms, and John grabbed the cunt, working a finger inside with violence. He was hit by an unexpected rush of arousal when he realized he was actually raping someone. It was ok... All that mattered tonight was Anne and what she wanted. The girl was dry. - "Hold her steady, honey", he said to his daughter. He lay down on his young prisoner's cunt, pushing her legs apart. Then he brought his cock towards her crotch. He spread the cunt lips, put his cock to the hole, and started forcing himself inside. She fought and screamed. After a few, tense seconds, the cock head was in, and he could start using more violence. He grabbed the curly blond hair, thrusting. He could feel his cock going deeper and deeper. There was something liberating about this. The teenager below him was very beautiful... - "Do you like it daddy?", he's daughter gasped. - "Uuunnnggghhh...", he moaned in response. "I love it honey! I love it!" - "Can you fuck her harder for me?", Anne asked. "Can you hurt her more!" The girl below cried desperately and incoherently. John moved his hands to her breasts and started mashing the firm flesh. He squeezed until he actually felt something break inside her tits, and she wailed in what must have been the most intense agony of her life. He drove his cock furiously in and out of her body, staring down at her twisted face. - "That's it!", his daughter screamed. "Fuck her daddy! Fuck that fucking bitch!" John grunted and pounded himself inside through one last series of thrusts. Seconds later, he screamed loudly in orgasm, filling his rape hole with thick rivers of sperm. --- They had lunch on the beach. Anne harassed her prisoner uninterruptedly, using a piece of driftwood to poke her while laughing. John observed his daughter. It was obvious that she enjoyed this power and was venting frustration of some kind. He sipped his coffee, feeling revitalized, watching their crying, huddled-up victim. The girl intensified her sobbing. - "No...", she begged. "Please... No more..." John was surprised by how arousing this power over the girl was. He rose to full erection in seconds. It was time... He stepped up to grab Jenny's shoulder, threw her down on her stomach, put a knee in her back, and forced her legs apart. Her ass was sticking up in the air. - "Oohhhh, daddy...", Anne gasped teasingly. "Are you gonna fuck her in the ass? Are you gonna do it for me?" She knew that he would. They had already talked about this while they planned everything. He spread their victim's helpless asscheeks with his fingers, and while his daughter held the girl, he put his cock against the tightly clenched asshole. Without hesitation, he forced himself inside. Jenny let out a horrific, suffering cry, sounding as a wounded animal. John and his daughter found a perfect moment for a deep, passionate kiss. - "Yeah...", Anne whispered ecstatically into his mouth. "She's hurting so bad..." Anne opened her pants while she spoke. She pulled them down, and her hand moved down to her crotch. John had started sliding through the tender asshole now. There were screams of pain from below. John didn't care. Anne sat down in the sand, masturbating, watching his fat shaft sliding in and out of the stretched anus. - "Mmmhhhh...", she gasped. "You're breaking her..." Anne was the first one to come. Her entire body shook in a violent spasm, and she crouched up, shouting in pleasure. John lay down on top of the surrendering body beneath him. In this position, he could pound faster. His face came near his daughter's cunt, and she spread her legs for him, moving closer so he could reach. He buried his mouth in her cunt folds, smelling her horniness, and at the same time he fucked the ass around his cock harder and harder. He reached one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. --- Anne was pulling Jenny's head back by the hair while John held the body. It was a long time since he had seen his daughter this angry and aggressive. She was almost spitting the words out. - "There's something I've wanted to do to you for years now, you fucking bitch!", Anne hissed. "Can you guess what it is? Can you remember?" They had dug a hole in the sand. The hole was large enough for Jenny's body. She almost seemed too shocked to resist when they forced her down there. John made sure Jenny stayed in place while Anne filled the sand back in. In the end, only Jenny's screaming head was left sticking up from the sand. The rest of her was buried. It actually looked amusing. Anne sat down next to the head, pinching Jenny's cheeks teasingly. - "You're such a pretty girl, aren't you Jenny?", Anne said with a victorious smile. She was obviously overjoyed. She leaned down and kissed the buried girl on her forehead. Then John watched his daughter get up and take off her pants and panties, squatting down over the trapped head. She started pissing straight into Jenny's face. John became hard again just watching it. When Anne was finished, she fell to her knees. She reached over to a bag and took out an old pair of panties. They were red brown and very stained, and John got the impression that they had been soaked during one of her periods. Anne held them down towards her victims mouth. - "Open up!", Anne said with a cruel smile. The trapped girl kept her mouth closed, with panic on her face. Anne and her father forced the panties into the girl's mouth, and then Anne took out a roll of tape and sealed the resisting lips. After that, John saw his daughter take out two dried up tampons, which had obviously once been very bloody. Jenny's eyes opened wide in horror, and she tried to scream. Anne put the tampons down in the sand, and then she leaned down to look Jenny straight into her eyes. - "I'm going to put these in your nose soon.", Anne smiled. "And then you're going to die! Do you understand, you little whore? I'm gonna kill you! But first I want you to smell one last thing..." Anne squatted down again, working her ass in over the helpless head. Soon, she sat still, masturbating. She grunted. Eventually, she looked up at her father. - "It doesn't work dad...", she said with disappointment. "I really have to go, but I can't do it." John smiled. He understood what she wanted to do, and he knew how to help. He moved in behind his daughter and squatted down himself. - "Here, try this honey!", he said. He put his arms under hers, moving his hands around her legs, and he helped hold her slender body up, as if she was sitting on a toilet seat. - "Yeaahhhhh...", she gasped with excitement in her voice. "It's working..." John's hard cock pressed against her back. He saw her hand moving in circles in her crotch, and between her legs he saw the buried head of their victim. He kissed his daughter on the neck. - "I love you, Baby!", he said into her ear. - "Nnnngggghhhh...", Anne grunted. She masturbated faster and faster. She tensed up, and then he felt her trembling. He could hear the sticky sounds of shit being pressed out, thumping down on their victim's head, tumbling into the sand. The buried girl started to make retching sounds through her gag. - "AAaaahhhhhh...", Anne shouted. "Fuck! Fuck!! Yeeaaaahhhhhh..." John held her safely while she orgasmed in his arms. When they got up, there were two big shits next to the head in the sand. Anne caressed John's cock. - "I'm so happy, daddy!", she purred. "I'm going to kill her..." She bent down and pressed the first tampon into one of Jenny's nostrils. Jenny started fighting and twisting her head wildly. It didn't help. Soon the other tampon was pressed in place, and the trapped girl had no way of breathing. Anne quickly lay down on her back on a blanket just a couple of feet in front of Jenny's face. John saw his daughter spread her legs in an invitation. - "Fuck me daddy!", she said. "Hurry up!" John lay down and did as he was asked, fucking his cock into his daughter. Anne kept bucking back against him, making him go faster and faster. He looked down into her face, but all she had eyes for was the suffocating girl by their side. Their victim was in a frenzy, thrashing her head around. The mortal panic in her eyes was obvious. Anne started calling out to her father. - "It's working daddy! Come in me! Come in me now!!" She spread her legs as wide as she could, pressing her pubic mound back against John. It didn't take him more than a few seconds to come from fucking that way. He collapsed on her body, and while his balls emptied, he turned his eyes to their victim. Her head was starting to fall to her side, and her eyes were losing focus, pupils sliding up under the half-closing eyelids. Anne pulled his mouth down for a kiss. - "Mmmmmhhhhhh...", she moaned. "I love you daddy..." Eventually, they both turned back to watch Jenny's death. --- They dug up the body and brought it on board, putting it in stone-filled plastic nets and bags of cloth. Then they used the depth sounder of the boat to find a good place, and they pushed the lifeless corpse over the edge. Just like that, Jenny was gone. When the water was quiet again, Anne hugged her father. She put her hand on his cock. - "Daddy...", she said. "When we get back, you're going to fuck me in the ass..." She stood quietly for a while, looking out over the water and dreaming. Then she spoke again. - "Daddy...", she started. "Did you and mommy ever kill someone?" dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2009 and since free for use under the CC0 licence http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/