("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Anne-Marie - 2 by amm_1989 (address withheld) *** Anne-Marie's adventures continue as the boundaries between father and lover melt away. (Mg, ped, reluc, exh) *** PART 2 Things were really weird after that night. Dad and I barely spoke to each other, and then only when we really had to. As a matter of fact, he hardly even looked at me. When he did, and he saw that I caught him looking, he quickly looked away. I was still really freaked out about what had happened. Maybe you're thinking that since I had been looking at his X-rated pics and fantasizing about getting with him, let me tell you it's VERY different when something like that really does happen. All in an instant, your whole life changes and you know there's no going back. I am sure Dad was avoiding me because he was feeling way guilty about it, and was maybe just hoping the whole thing would just go away. I was feeling pretty damned guilty myself. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that Dad would never have forced himself on me if I had never seen his pics, or had not kept looking at them... .and using them to get myself off. I became more and surer with every day of silence and awkwardness that I had ruined our great relationship. There was another problem... I couldn't forget about how good he made me feel, and the thrill of my first sexual experience. He wasn't clumsy or selfish, and he certainly wasn't going to tell the other kids at school like some boy would have. His strong, experienced hands and mouth knew exactly what they were doing, and the orgasm I had with him was so much more powerful than the ones I had given myself. My thoughts kept drifting back to his hands on my body, his lips on mine, his head between my legs... is cock in my mouth. The flashbacks kept coming and in fact were getting stronger as I went days and days with no masturbation. I had been so used to playing with myself almost every day that even a few days without was agonizing. So if I didn't say much to Dad, I said nothing to anybody else either. Since I was sure it was all my fault and Dad had scared me some but not hurt me, I figured nobody needed to know. I guess that was my second mistake. Maybe if I had told somebody about the incident, I wouldn't be the whore that I am now. I just couldn't do it. It was embarrassing, it was humiliating, I didn't want to get Dad in trouble and... I knew deep in my heart that it was, after all, something I wanted. I guess the fact that I didn't tell on him kind of empowered Dad. After a few days I noticed he wasn't looking away as I caught his eye, he wasn't keeping so much distance between our bodies. After about a week, he started becoming a bit more bold... smiling at me and winking when our eyes met, brushing up against me when we passed, wearing only his boxers around the house. One night as he was in the shower and I was watching TV, he called out to me. "Hey Anne-Marie, there aren't any towels in here... can you bring me one from the laundry room please?" I had just taken a shower before school that day and knew there were more towels in the closet, so I yelled back, "There are some more in the closet!" He was silent for a moment, then "No, they're all gone... just bring me one, OK?" A bit irritated, I got up, went to the laundry room and grabbed a fresh towel out of the dryer, and walked to the bathroom with it. I knocked on the door and told Dad I had one and was going to leave it hanging on the doorknob outside the bathroom. He said, "I'm still in the shower and there's soap in my eyes, can you bring it in here please?" I was a little leery before, and now I was sure of it... Dad wanted me to come in and see him naked. I stood there with that stupid towel in my hand, not sure what to do, confused, knees shaking. Almost without my noticing, I reached out and turned the handle and opened the door. It was almost like watching a movie, like I had no control over my body. I went in. There was steam everywhere, and the water still running in the stall. I took the couple steps to the shower and managed to whisper through my suddenly dry mouth, "I got it." Dad was quiet for a split second, then said, "Could you hand it to me, please?" I slowly, slowly, reached out and slid the curtain over. Through the mist I saw my Dad naked and wet, water beaded up on his shaved head and body, running his hand through his thick goatee and over his hairy chest and belly, his hand going lower to cup his big full balls and cock. I just stood there looking for what seemed like an eternity but was probably like a few seconds when he said, "Hey baby, can you wash my back for me?" He opened his eyes and looked at me with an expression on his face kind of like what I had seen on a tiger's face on nature shows... .hungry and wild. I know that dads aren't supposed to act this way. I know that dads shouldn't use their kids for sex. I knew what he did was wrong and he I knew that if I had told anybody what he had done to me that first time, it all would have ended there; but I also knew that I didn't have to stay in there, put the towel down, strip out of my clothes and get in with him. I stepped into the shower, got under the stream of hot water, and closed my eyes. Oh god, what the hell was I doing?!? Then I felt his arms go around me, pulling me in close to him, his furry body against my smooth skin, his lips meeting mine, his cock pressing against my tummy and swelling up, getting hard. His tongue slid out of his and into my mouth, a small whimper coming from me as he started kissing me deeply and his hands running all over my body. Down to my ass, squeezing gently, up and around to my small boobs, his thumbs rubbing my stiffening nipples. Staying there for a while, rubbing and pinching softly, then his right hand sliding down between my legs to slowly massage my pussy and clitoris. I gasped as his thick finger, wet from the hot water, slide into my pussy. I had been putting my own finger inside myself for a while now, and sometimes a slim candle, but Dad is a big guy... big and bulky from his days as a power-lifter and now with a bit of a belly, like a big gruff bear. His finger was a tight fit in my virgin hole. It hadn't seemed this large the other night, but then everything happened so fast. There was nothing fast about this, he was taking his time and I had lots of time to back out if I wanted to. I didn't. I felt my knees start to shake and give way, but Dad put his other hand under my butt and hold me up as his finger kept sliding in and out of me. I felt a twinge of pain and knew that he had hit my hymen, then he shortened up his strokes a bit. His mouth left mine and he growled into my ear, "Oh yeah Anne-Marie, you're so god-damned sexy. I've been thinking about you all week, thinking about that tight young body of yours. I'm so glad you came in here with me. God, I need you so bad!" With that, he pulled away, and turned me around. Without pulling his finger out of me, he bent me over by putting his left hand on my back and pushing down while using his fuck finger to pull my butt up against him. I could feel his hard cock sliding back and forth on top of my ass, his balls bumping into my butt cheeks. He kept rubbing his cock back and forth on me as his finger fucked my pussy, now moving faster and faster. Just barely audible over the sound of the shower was, "Oh hell yeah, you hot little bitch - sexy little baby wants her Daddy's cock." Hearing that sent me over the edge. I was feeling pretty good from what Dad was doing up until then, but hearing him say those sick twisted words made me cum almost instantly, and HARD. I cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm hit me, this time even more intense than the first time with him. It was so strong I didn't notice him bending his knees and lowering himself, almost didn't feel the head of his cock probing the opening of my pussy, didn't care that my own father was pushing his cock into my cunt while still rubbing my clit. I sure as hell noticed when he pulled out a little, grabbed my hips with both hands, and rammed his cock all the way inside. I screamed as his thick tool tore through my hymen, cherry gone just like that. It hurt so much, it burned... and I didn't really get a chance to catch my breath. Still coming down off the rush of my orgasm, I had to put my hands up against the wall as Dad started to pound away at me, hard and fast, his huge balls slapping my ass and his cock stretching my hole more than I thought possible. My initial scream turned into load moans and whimpers, my breathing fast and labored. As Dad fucked me, the painful burning sensation of my lost hymen was slowly replaced with a kind of numbness and it became easier to take him. Shortly after that his thrusting cock started to feel pretty good inside me, and when he yelled out "I'm coming!" another orgasm hit me, this time no doubt about it being the most intense, pleasurable, addictive sensation I had ever experienced. I heard a strange voice cry out in what seemed like pain and it took me a second to realize it was mine, shouting out "Fuck me, Daddy!!" His hip thrusts shortened up a moment, then sped up and deepened as he groaned, "Here it comes, take it baby, take Daddy's cum!" He slowed down and slid his cock out of my body. He just kept muttering, "Oh god, oh god!" over and over. The experience had left me weak as a kitten and my shaking legs wouldn't hold me up anymore, but Dad caught me. He picked me up in his arms, carried me to my bed, gently put me down and said, "Don't worry about your bed getting all wet baby... you'll be sleeping in my bed tonight." *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 56