12 comments/ 139563 views/ 63 favorites Anna Loves Me and I Love Her By: SmallTitFan My name is Don and I'm 38 years old. I've been married to Susan for 16 years. We live in a small town in the western part of Virginia. I'm self-employed in the air conditioning trade; I have a small business (6 employees) that does installations and repairs. When Susan and I married, she had a 2 year old daughter named Anna. Susan and Anna's father had never been married and he had left town shortly before the baby was born. We haven't seen him since then. I knew the guy and he was a real jerk. Why Susan even dated him, I don't know. The idea of her having sex with the guy is absolutely beyond me because he's a loser and Susan's a real hot woman. I guess anything's possible if you get enough alcohol in a girl. Susan is a gorgeous blonde. I guess if I had to compare her to anyone famous, it would be Heather Locklear. Susan is very trim and she keeps in shape by running. The first few years of our marriage were wonderful. We both wanted to have children of our own but it never happened -- and not for lack of effort on my part. Eventually, we assumed that it just wasn't meant to be. I never adopted Anna but I treated her as if she were my child and she's always called me "Daddy." We have both been very open and honest with Anna in every way. She knows that I am not her biological father, but she never asks about the guy that we call her "sperm donor." If she ever does ask, we'll tell her what we know. Anna was always a daddy's girl. When she was a little girl, she would run to me when I came home from work and she always had a hug and a kiss for me. At night, she frequently asked me to tuck her into bed and tell her a bedtime story. When we watched television together, she always wanted to sit next to me. On Saturday mornings, she would run into our bedroom and jump into bed between us, staying there until I threatened to tickle her. When she was little, her mom was usually the one who gave her a bath and, later, who supervised bath time, but occasionally Dad got the job. Anna liked to play in the bath and she needed supervision to avoid having a flood in the bathroom. This continued until she was about 8 years old. Like most families, we never gave any thought to the fact that a guy (me) was watching her in the bath tub; it just seemed like a perfectly natural and ordinary thing for Daddy to be doing. When Anna would get out of the tub and get dried off, she would run out of the bathroom naked as a jaybird, laughing, screaming, and having a good time until her mom fussed at her to come into the bedroom and put on her pajamas or whatever she slept in. When mom supervised bath time, I routinely saw my little girl streaking through the house naked, down the stairs and back up the stairs, with her mom chasing behind her. It all seemed like good-natured fun and we laughed about it. Of course, Anna knew not to do that when someone else was in the house. She knew that nudity was not something to reveal to others but that it was okay amongst the family. She learned that attitude by observing how her mom and I handled nudity. We didn't routinely walk around the house naked but we didn't always close the bedroom door when we were getting undressed before taking a shower or when we were getting dressed in the mornings. Sometimes Anna would wander into the bedroom when Susan or I were naked and we simply went about our business without screaming or making her leave the room. We didn't want her to feel ashamed of her body but we also didn't want her being an exhibitionist with anyone else; Anna knew the extent of what was okay and what was not okay. We had a pool behind the house that was surrounded by an 8 foot concrete block and stucco privacy fence. Occasionally, Susan would sunbathe by the pool topless or nude and none of us thought anything of it. If Anna came out to the pool and wanted to go for a swim with us, it was okay for her to simply take off her clothes and jump in. Again, all of this continued until Anna was 8 or 9 years old. My little girl was only about 10 years old when her "adult parts" started to develop. By that time, Anna was not streaking around the house after a bath, she didn't need supervision, she stopped coming into our room if we were undressed, and she didn't go skinny dipping in the pool. However, she wasn't overly modest, either. In the summer, she slept in just her panties and, sometimes, a t-shirt. It wasn't a big deal to any of us. Things between Susan and I turned lukewarm after we had been married for about 15 years. I wasn't really bored with her and I don't think that she was bored with me. I wasn't interested in other women and I never had any reason to suspect that she was being, or wanted to be, unfaithful to me. Still, there wasn't the same spark that we had once had. Susan was still a hot looking woman and I guess a lot of guys would have jumped at the chance to be with her. When I looked at her, I thought that she was a very attractive lady. Before things turned lukewarm, we were still having sex on a fairly regular basis, usually twice or three times a week. And it wasn't just 10 minutes of missionary position sex. Susan and I were both fairly adventurous and we agreed that we would do, or at least try, anything that involved us, and just us, behind closed doors, that we both wanted to do. Oral sex was a frequent part of our sex. She went down on me, I went down on her, sometimes we did 69. She gave me hand jobs, I gave her hand jobs. Sometimes I jerked off while she watched and sometimes she played with her pussy while I watched. Sometimes, late at night, when Anna was in bed, we would go to the pool and go skinny dipping, occasionally masturbating ourselves or each other or making love in the pool or by the pool. Less often, Susan would agree to have anal sex. I think that she liked it but never wanted to admit it, always acting like she was doing me a big favor but always having strong orgasms. A few times, I let her tie me up and blindfold me. When I did that, she usually stroked my meat until I was hard and then put her pussy in my face and told me to lick until she gave the order to stop. The order to stop was usually preceded by a powerful orgasm. When I tied her up, I usually ended up with my dick in her mouth. Once or twice, I tied both her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed with her face down; after kissing her back and legs, I moved to her incredibly tight ass and pulled her cheeks apart so I could inspect her bum hole. She told me, jokingly, that I was a pervert and I told her that I would show her perversion. This was followed by me licking her asshole until she was moaning, then probing her depths with my lubricated finger, followed by stuffing my hard dick between her cheeks until she relaxed and let me in her forbidden passage. Yes, we had enjoyed some really hot sex over the earlier years. As time passed, though, things seemed to be not as hot. She spent a bit more time at work, doing yard work, and anything else that took her away from me. Eventually, I was doing the same. Susan went to visit her family in North Carolina and usually stayed gone for a week. When Anna was 18 years old and going into the 12th grade (she was held back one year in elementary school,) Susan announced that she wanted to go back to school and get a bachelor's degree. I thought that it was a good idea and suggested a few schools in our area. "No, I thought about those schools but they don't have the programs that I want," she replied. "So, do you have a school in mind?" I asked. "Yeah, NC State," she said very matter of factly, as if the decision had already been made. "But that's 200 miles away. You can't commute there!" I explained. "I know. I could stay with my family during the week and come home on the weekends. It would be sorta like going to visit my family, just more regular." "What are Anna and I supposed to do without you here?" I asked. "You two will be just fine," she replied. "You don't have to worry about dealing with mother-daughter issues. She has a regular period and she knows how to take care of herself. She's already seeing a gynecologist and the doctor's talked about starting Anna on birth control. You won't have any uncomfortable issues to deal with." "What am I supposed to do for companionship when you're not here?" I asked. "I'd say you need to get to know Rosey Palms," she laughed, but I didn't think it was very funny. "Not very funny! . . . But, seriously, why are you doing this?" I really wanted to know if she wanted to end the marriage but I was afraid to ask her directly. "I need to expand my horizons and prove to myself that I can do it. The only way to prove it is to do it." We talked for hours, but there's no point in repeating all of the conversation. She was convinced that she needed to do this and it had nothing to do with her being unhappy, which she claimed she wasn't. Susan enrolled, made the arrangements to stay with her sister, and late in August, she packed up the car. Susan, Anna, and I had a goodbye dinner on a Friday night and, the next morning, before Anna was awake, Susan left. I'm usually a strong guy but I'll admit it: I cried. Anna woke up and found me with a few tears on my face. "Don't cry, Daddy," she said. "I'll take care of you!" She put her arms around me and hugged me and I knew -- deep down in my heart -- that Anna was very sincere in making that promise. Later that day, Anna and I had a talk. "Okay, sweetie, it's just you and me Monday through Friday, but Mom'll be home on the weekends. All those things that you normally ask your Mom . . . you can either call and ask her or you can ask me. When you need something that your Mom would normally get for you, you've gotta ask me." "Okay, Dad, but . . . it might be a little weird asking you to get . . . you know . . . female stuff . . ." "You mean like those female hygiene thingamajigs?" I teasingly asked. "Well . . . yeah," she acknowledged. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "I understand. Tell you what, let's come up with a funny name for that stuff and it might be easier." We both thought about it for a minute and tossed out a few ideas that weren't too funny and then she said, "I know. We'll call 'em 'manhole covers.'" We both laughed, and then I asked her, "why did you think to call 'em manhole covers?" "Daddy, I already know about sex and a guy sticking his thing in there," she said while looking down towards her crotch. "Oh, I guess your Mom already had that talk with you. You haven't let a boy . . ." "Stick his thing in me?! No way, José." "Good girl," I said. "You're too young to be doing that stuff. Tell you what, let's go shopping for some new clothes today." It wasn't difficult to sell that idea to an 18 year-old girl, so we had lunch and headed out to the mall. Anna was a very feminine girl and she didn't want any tomboy clothes. She wanted feminine stuff that showed off her assets. As I mentioned earlier, Anna had already started to sprout at the age of 10. Eight years later, she had never developed into a big-chested girl; she had what appeared to be very nice B-cup breasts and she was looking more like a woman than a girl. However, Anna was very self-conscious about what she called her "bumps." Like many women, she thought that every guy on the planet wanted a woman with humongous tits and, obviously, she didn't measure up to that standard. I had tried to reassure her that she was beautiful. I even pointed out that her mother was not big-chested but was still a very attractive woman. In fact, I told her, I preferred women with breasts that weren't too big, and plenty of other guys had the same preference. Well . . . anyway . . . we went shopping at the mall. Most of the stuff she picked out was okay but she wanted a new swim suit and her tastes were a little more risqué than I would have preferred. She was looking at bikinis that would definitely have the boys chasing after her. She picked up a bikini that had a very tiny bottom. It wasn't a thong -- technically -- but it would show most of her behind and would probably be tight enough to reveal the contours of her "manhole." She pleaded with me and I didn't want to disappoint her but I had to exercise some control over the situation. "I'll tell you what. I'll let you buy anything that you're willing to model for me but if it's too far out, I won't let you wear it away from home." I thought I might bluff her with this line but, instead, she decided to call my bluff. "Fine. This is the one I want," was her immediate reply. When we got to the lingerie section, she definitely wanted thongs. I know that nobody was supposed to see her underwear so it shouldn't matter, but it seemed so sexually-laden. I thought thong panties weren't such a good idea. "Well, you said I could get anything I was willing to model for you, so I'm getting some thongs." "Then we're going home," I insisted. We stopped for pizza on the way home and got back to the house around 6 PM. When we walked in, she said "You wait here in the living room, Daddy, and I'll be back in a minute." She dashed up the stairs towards her bedroom with packages in hand. About five minutes later, she cried out, "Close your eyes, Daddy!" I did as I was told and then, maybe ten seconds later, I heard "Okay, you can open 'em now." When I opened my eyes, I saw Anna in her new bikini. My fears had been well founded. The suit wasn't see-through but I could definitely see the outline of her nipples in the bikini cups. Down below, a camel-toe was faintly apparent and, when she did a pretend pirouette, her ass cheeks were clearly hanging out there. After a minute, I realized that I wasn't seeing any tan lines. "Wow," I exclaimed. "It's a damn good thing there aren't any teenage boys here. Holy cow, when did you turn into a woman?" "Do you like it, Daddy?" she demanded. "I'd like it if I was 18 or 19 years old and not related to you. And, by the way, how come I don't see any tan lines on your butt?" "Daddy, when you're at work and I'm out by the pool, I don't wear a swim suit . . ." "I assume you're talking about when you're here alone, young lady?" "Well, not when any boys are here, but sometimes Michelle or Beth come over and we lay out to get an all over tan. Oh, I can't wait 'til they see this!" she squealed with excitement. "Wait here, I'll be back." In a minute she returned wearing a t-shirt that came down to her mid-thigh. She stood in front of me and then lifted the t-shirt to reveal her panties. This particular pair were lacy but not see-through. She then turned around and all I saw was the string of the thong disappearing into her ass crack. "Does your Mother know that you wear underwear like that?" I asked. "Yeah, she's bought some for me. Don't you think they're sexy?" She obviously wanted my approval. "Yeah, but maybe too much. You're not supposed to be sexy when you're just 18," I answered. "Daddy, you're so funny! Nobody else is gonna see these, just me . . . and you. And, anyway . . . I wanna feel sexy. I'm know I'm just 18, but I'm closer to being a woman that a girl. I wanna feel grown up." "I understand, baby," I explained. "I just don't want you to grow up too fast." "Don't worry, Daddy, I'll always be your little girl," she said. She came over and sat in my lap, then put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. "You're the best," she whispered in my ear. * * * Her mom didn't come home that next weekend. Anna was upset. I was upset, too, but I didn't want Anna to see that I was upset, so I tried to act like this was not a significant event. "Daddy, what are we gonna do without Mom being here this weekend?" she asked me on Thursday night, after Susan called and told us she was staying in Raleigh. "What would you like to do, sweetie?" I asked. "Can we go shopping on Saturday?" "No, you almost broke the bank last weekend," I teased. "How about dinner at a fancy restaurant, like grown-ups do?" "Okay, Daddy." So it was settled. We decided to go to a nice Italian restaurant and I made reservations for Saturday night. Saturday afternoon, Anna went to her room to get ready. A few minutes later, I was walking up the stairs as Anna was going from her bedroom to the bathroom to take a shower. She was wearing only her panties. "Er, uh!" I cleared my throat to get Anna's attention. "Don't you think you should be wearing a bit more, dear?" I asked in a tone of voice that indicated it really wasn't a question. "I left my towel in the bathroom, and . . . Daddy, you've seen me in just my panties before . . . but, if you think I should hide my body from you . . ." "No, no, no, sweetie. Your mom and I have tried to raise you to not be ashamed of your body but to have a little bit of modesty." "Yes, Daddy, and I do. But, you've seen me topless before and, I know you love me, and I trust you, so . . . well, if it bothers you, I can be a prude, but I don't see the problem." "Of course, I don't want you to be a prude. But I don't want people thinkin' I'm a dirty old man, either." "Daddy, you're always so silly," she chided me. "I don't tell anybody that I walk around in my panties when we're at home together. Not even my best friends. But, if I did, they'd be jealous, 'cause all my friends think you're hot." "Oh?" I replied. "Don't get too big a head, Mister Hot Guy!" she laughed as she walked into the bathroom. For a moment, I thought she was going to pull down her panties while I was standing there talking to her but, at the last minute, she closed the bathroom door. "Don't use up all the hot water," I pleaded. "Don't worry, Daddy. I'll be out of the shower in five minutes." Anna got herself dressed and she looked beautiful. We went to dinner and had a wonderful time. Since I didn't have Susan to share conversation, I found myself talking to Anna about things I normally would have told Susan, and it was as if Anna was older and more mature. Perhaps responding to the more adult tone of the conversation, Anna didn't spend much time talking about the things that occupy "normal" 18 year old girls. I was very proud of her maturity and how she was handling the absence of her mother. When we got home, Anna asked if she could have a glass of wine. Since it was Saturday night and she wasn't going out later, I agreed. We had a glass of white wine and she actually finished hers before I finished mine. When I began to pour a second glass for myself, she said "I want another one, too, Daddy, but I'm gonna go change first." With that said, she flew out of the room and up the stairs. In about two minutes, she reappeared wearing a short robe and I wasn't sure if she was wearing anything else. "Where's mine," she asked. I poured her a second glass and told her that was the limit for the evening. "Okay Daddy," was her immediate response. No argument, no fuss. As we stood in the kitchen talking, the tie on her robe began to loosen and I could see that she was wearing panties but nothing else. I tried not to stare at her crotch but I don't know if I succeeded in that endeavor. I had been apart from Susan for two weeks now and I was feeling very horny . . . but I also knew that this was my daughter; perhaps not legally, but I had raised her as my child and she needed me to be her father. When I went to bed that night, I couldn't fall asleep until I had retrieved the bottle of K-Y from the nightstand, lubed my dick, and jerked off until I came rather hard. I won't tell you what mental images I had while I was jerking off, but you can probably guess. * * * Susan came home the next weekend and it was a rather uneventful visit. Susan and I had sex twice, but it wasn't like we were making love: we were just fucking. It was like animals mating, it wasn't love. I think she did it out of a sense of duty rather than really wanting to be intimate with me. She asked about Anna and I assured her that everything was fine. Anna Loves Me and I Love Her Susan and Anna spent some time together but not as much as I had thought they might. When Susan left on Sunday, I had the feeling that she had visited for the weekend because she thought it was expected and not because she wanted to see us. I didn't say anything about that to Anna but she started talking about it. "That was weird, Daddy. What was wrong with Mom?" she asked. "I know what you're talkin' about, honey, but I don't have an answer for ya." I could see that Anna was upset. "Come 'ere," I told her. I gave her hug and kissed her on the top of the head. "We've got each other, sweetie, and you can always count on that," I promised her. "I know, Daddy. I love you," she replied. * * * The school year continued with a few sporadic visits that were equally cool without being totally aloof. I hoped that the Christmas holiday would give us a longer visit and things would get back to normal, at least for a few weeks. When the fall semester ended, Susan came home and began preparing for Christmas. In the midst of shopping, baking, and cleaning the house, Susan told us that she loved being in school but she loved being back home, also. That statement surprised me but I really wasn't sure how sincerely it was meant. Our lovemaking was lukewarm, but I was feeling so horny that I probably would have screwed a knothole in a floorboard if it had been offered to me. Anna went out to a party on New Year's Eve. Susan went to bed but I waited up for Anna. She came home at 1:30 in the morning and I could tell that she had been drinking. She was slurring her words slightly and her gait was a bit sloppy. I followed her to her bedroom and she immediately began undressing. "Are you mad at me, Daddy?" she asked. "Yes, but we'll deal with this after your mom leaves tomorrow. Take some aspirin and drink plenty of water before you get in bed and, if you wake up to pee, take more aspirin and drink more water. You'll feel better tomorrow," I advised her. She approached me and put her arms around my waist. "I love you, Daddy," she said. "I love you, too, but . . . that doesn't mean you're not in trouble," I replied. * * * When Susan left the next morning, I wasn't sure when, or if, she would be back. I was enjoying being the one that Anna depended on and the way that she was more open with me about herself but I was really down about Susan. She was my wife and I was afraid my marriage would soon be over. Anna woke up late -- no surprise -- and had a hangover. I didn't yell at her. I wanted to, but I know she had a headache and nothing I said would really make much of an impression on her until she felt better. Later that day, I told her that she was grounded for a month. "I hate you, you meanie!" was her immediate retort, and then, she started crying and she put her arms around me. "Don't hate me, Daddy. I'm sorry I was bad. I won't do it again. Promise me you won't hate me," she begged. "I don't hate you, baby girl," I said. "But, I do hate it when you do stupid things like getting drunk. Don't you know that a lot of boys will try to take advantage of you when you get drunk?" "You mean, like try to have sex with me?" she taunted me. "Yeah, like try to have sex with you! You've told me that you're still a virgin, so do you want your first time to be something that you don't even remember the next day? And you'd better believe that whatever lucky boy does that to you will be at school tellin' all his friends and, before ya know it, kids are callin' you a slut. Is that what you want?" "No, Daddy. You're right; you're always right," she admitted. "But, a month is a long time to be grounded!" "You can still go out with me on Saturday nights, and you can have your friends over here, and I really do expect that you'll survive it," I replied. * * * Later that month, we had a birthday party. It was Anna's 19th birthday and she had about 10 boys and girls over. The girls all looked so hot, if I was 19 years old again, I'd be trying to score with each one of them. What a fantasy! -- a group orgy with me and four teenage girls. It's not gonna happen, but, hey, it's just a fantasy. Anyway, I'm not 19, so I kept those thoughts to myself and I acted like a parent should. After the last guest left, Anna found me in the kitchen. "Did my little girl have a good time tonight?" I asked. "I had a great time, Daddy, and . . . I wish you wouldn't call me 'a little girl' anymore," she exclaimed, obviously wanting some respect. "What's that s'pposed to mean? Are you a woman of the world now?" I asked teasingly. "Well . . . I'm still a virgin, if that's what you're askin', but . . . I feel older, Daddy. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a young woman instead of a little girl. When I see little kids, I think 'gee, I used to be like that but I'm not anymore.' You know, I just feel like I'm maturing and I'm wantin' different things, more like adults." "What is it you want, Anna? I'll try to give you what you want, as long as I can and it's reasonable." "I wanna be loved, Daddy. I don't mean just sex, but I wanna be loved the way a woman feels when she's loved by a man. The boys I date just wanna get in my pants and, when I say no, they stop callin' me. I think I'm ready to have sex, but I don't wanna do it just to say that I've done it. I want it to be love." "Well, I guess I can't help you with that but at least most of it sounds right . . . except the part about being ready to have sex." "Daddy, you've seen my body. I'm mature, I'm ready," she said, almost as if she was asking for my permission to have sex. "Your body is mature but you spirit isn't. It's getting' there and, you're right, you're not a little kid anymore, but you're not ready for adult responsibilities yet. And you're definitely not ready to have a baby. You've got a lot of other things to do before you get around to that." "Daddy, you know I'm on birth control pills now, so I'm not gonna have a baby. Anyway, for right now, I don't think my fingers can get me pregnant." As soon as Anna said that, I could sense that she regretted making the comment. The blush on her face told me that she was embarrassed. "It's okay, honey, it's nothin' to be embarrassed about. Most people who reach puberty masturbate unless they have a sexual partner. I'd be surprised if you told me that you didn't masturbate." "Daddy, this is so embarrassing," she said, the red in her face validating the feeling being expressed. "Does that mean . . . that you masturbate?" "Well, uh, I, uh . . . well, I shouldn't discuss that with you but . . . your mother isn't here and I'm faithful to her, so . . . you can form your own conclusion about that." "Daddy, I'm sorry Mom's not here for you. She's never comin' back, is she?" Anna asked. "I'm afraid not, honey. She hasn't said so, but whenever she visits, it's like she really doesn't wanna be here." Anna put her arms around me. "I'll never leave you, Daddy. I'll take care of you," she said. * * * Susan came home twice over the next four months. The second time she visited, as she was leaving, she said that she would be taking classes during the summer and probably wouldn't be able to come home until late in August. "What about Anna's high school graduation?" I exploded. "You gonna miss that, too? You could come home if you wanted to! You just don't want to . . . if you don't wanna be married to me anymore, you oughta just say so. But what you're doing to Anna just isn't right and you know it!" I was furious and my volume and tone of voice left no doubt about my agitation. "Well, if you don't want me at home, I won't come back!" she retorted. "That's not what I said and if you try to use that as an excuse, we'll all know it's bullshit. You can divorce me but you can't divorce your daughter! She needs you!" "That's not what she tells me. She says you two are perfect together!" "What the fuck do you mean by that?" I exploded. "She says you take care of everything she needs and I shouldn't worry about bein' away this long. I didn't mean anything more than that." "GOOD BYE AND GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" I screamed at her. She revved up the engine and left part of the tires in the driveway as she backed out. I walked back into the house as Anna was runnin' down the stairs towards me. "That was awful, Daddy. I know Mom's not bein' much of a wife to you. I wish I could make it better." "Anna, you are the joy of my life, but I'm not very happy 'bout you tellin' your mom that you don't need her here." "I just told her the truth, Daddy. I said you take care of everything I need and I'm not missing out on anything. I didn't mean to say anything bad. I was jus' telling her what a good job you do when she's not here." "I'm sorry, honey, this isn't workin' out very well but I sure am glad you're here," I said, and I meant every word of it. * * * Things settled down by the end of that week. Anna had a few more weeks of school remaining and she didn't have a job yet so she was at home most days after 2 PM. I knew she spent a lot of time by the pool because I could see her skin turning darker. One day, I came home early and looked out by the pool. There she was, eyes closed, taking in the afternoon sun without a stitch of clothing on her body. I had seen her topless a few times but I hadn't seen her totally naked since she was a little girl. She obviously shaved her pubic hairs because her pussy looked as smooth as glass. She was a vision of loveliness and the sight of her body got me aroused. When I realized that I was getting a boner, I made myself walk away from the window and I went to my bedroom to change clothes. A few minutes later, I was walking down the stairs when Anna came in the back door, heading for the stairs and her bedroom. "Oh, Daddy, I didn't know you were here," she said, making no effort to cover herself. "Yeah, I took off early today, it was kinda slow. I didn't know that I'd be walkin' in on a nature show." "Well, you know I like to lay around naked in the sun and I didn't think you'd be here and you sure didn't call me to say you'd be comin' home early, and . . . you taught me to not be ashamed of my body." "That's true, but I'm a man and you're a woman, and, if anybody else ever hears about this, they'll start sayin' that I'm a pervert for seein' you naked. It doesn't matter if I'm a pervert or not; that's what they'll be sayin'." "Well, nobody else will ever hear about it, you're not a pervert, and I'm glad that you finally recognized that I'm a woman," she quipped. With that comment, she continued on to her room as if she were the Queen of Siam in charge of the world. * * * I didn't see any more "nature shows" around the pool but Anna did start to walk around the house in just her panties and a t-shirt that was cut off so that it just covered her boobs. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable but I usually had to leave the room when she entered dressed in such attire. I certainly didn't want my step-daughter to see me with a "bone in my britches" and confirm for her that I was actually very aroused by the sight of her body. Hell yes, I was aroused! She was 19 years old, she was physically mature, and she was damned hot! Anna had decided to attend a local junior college for her first year of college. When we did our back-to-school shopping, she again pushed the limit with some of her choices in clothing, especially when she bought a see-through nightie and several thong panties. I didn't want to disappoint her and, with her mother not here, I guess I just indulged her a bit more than I should have. When we got home from shopping, she told me to wait in the family room and she would start the fashion show, harking back to my comment from a year earlier that she could buy anything she was willing to model for me. She started with the more modest outfits and, actually, all of her choices for outerwear were reasonable. Then she started the lingerie revue. She came parading in wearing new bra and panty sets, including thongs, and she was really hamming it up acting like a high fashion model. After the first bra and panty set, I grabbed a newspaper and started reading it so I'd have something to cover my lap when she returned. I managed to cover my state of arousal until she waltzed in wearing her see through nightie. By this time, I had had seen her totally naked once and had seen her several times topless in the recent past, but that didn't prepare me for the sight before me. The nightie was a see-through babydoll and it was the sexiest thing that I think I've ever seen. The panties were a silky satin which clung to her skin and revealed an obvious camel toe. Her ass looked tight and smooth and, to tell you the truth, she was real lucky that I have such excellent self-control. I knew that I was aroused, of course, but it appeared that she was, too. Her nipples were visible through the sheer material and they were absolutely erect and "standing at attention." I don't think the house was cold enough to make her nipples hard so I assumed that perhaps she was aroused by the exhibition she was giving me. "Honey, are you cold or are you happy to see me?" I asked. "Huh?" she responded, obviously not realizing that I was referring to her nipples being hard. "Well, it seems obvious that 'the girls' are quite excited. Sweetie, I'm beginnin' to think you might just be an exhibitionist or somethin'." "Daddy! I'm not a weirdo but I'm happy to be givin' you a fashion show . . . but if you don't wanna see any more, well . . . actually, this is the last thing to model, anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter." "Honey, I'm not tryin' to give you a hard time. I jus' think, sometimes, you enjoy paradin' around in front of me wearing next to nothin' . . . or even nothin' on one occasion I recall." "Daddy, I didn't know you were gonna be home early that day you saw me naked by the pool. I'm comfortable bein' around you when I'm not wearing much and I'm more comfortable when I'm not wearin' much . . . but if it bothers you, I'll try to stop." "No, it doesn't bother me . . . well . . . it gets me bothered, uh, I mean, ya know your mom isn't here anymore and there isn't anybody else for me, and . . . you have turned into an amazin' lookin' woman . . ." "Why, thank you, Daddy," she said. "You've turned into an amazin' lookin' woman and . . . it does have an effect on me, you know, physically, and, uh, I don't wanna embarrass you if, uh . . ." "You mean if your thing gets hard?" she asked, obviously delighting in her torment of me. "Yes, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of pervert if I get a boner when I see you without all your clothes on." That last sentence was one of the more difficult sentences I have ever uttered in my life. "Daddy, you're not a pervert and, besides, I get turned on seein' you, too." "But you don't see me naked or undressed like I see you, child!" I challenged her. "Well, a few months ago, you were at the pool one night and I think maybe you thought I was asleep but I wasn't, and I looked out and saw you skinny dippin' and I thought 'Daddy sure is hot!'" "Oh, holy cow, I'm probably gonna get arrested now. I can just see it: 'Man Arrested For Pervin' Out With His Daughter.'" "Daddy, first off, nobody else knows about that. Second, I'm not your daughter just because I call you Daddy. Third, I'm a woman; I'm starting college and I'm 19 years old. " "Yeah, but I guess I better stop skinny dippin' late at night . . ." "Only if you want to . . .," she responded in a quiet, serious voice. * * * Anna's last comment definitely got my attention. She had admitted that she got turned on seeing me naked and she seemed that she wanted to continue seeing me naked. I'll have to admit that the sight of her body got me going like I was a young guy again. Later that night, Anna and I watched a movie on cable. I told her to pick out something and she selected an R-rated movie that had a few sex scenes in it. It was mostly naked females, boobs and asses but there were a few pussy shots and one scene with a full frontal nude male, too. After the movie, Anna went to her bedroom. As I was going up the stairs, I noticed that she had closed the bedroom door. I was going to say good night to her but, as I approached her door, I could hear some faint noises. Within a few seconds, I could tell that she was probably in her room masturbating, because the noises I heard were moans, soft but distinctively sexual. I got a visual image of Anna on her bed, absolutely naked. In my mind, I saw her on the bed on all fours, with her knees spread apart and her right hand reaching back to play with her clit. She was dipping a finger into her pussy, finding the G-spot, and then returning the finger to her clit. In my image, I was standing behind her and I could see her finger disappearing into her tight virgin pussy. Because her knees were spread apart, I could also see her puckered little anus. In reality, I had seen Anna's tits several times and even her pussy once in the past year, but I had not seen her back entrance since many years ago when she was being toilet trained. When the moans stopped, I quickly stepped away from the door and proceeded on to my room. I imagined that I would need to do the same thing if I wanted to get some sleep. I heard Anna's bedroom door open and then, within a minute, I heard the house alarm chime, signaling that an entry door had been opened and closed. I looked out my bedroom window and saw Anna out at the pool. She was wearing a robe but she removed it and revealed that she was wearing nothing other than her birthday suit. She jumped in the water and began swimming laps. I was mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful nymph, just 50 or 60 feet away, playfully swimming in the nude. I felt tormented by the sight. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see her closer. I wanted to touch her, to feel her in my arms and taste her lips. I longed to suck on her sweet, firm nipples and feel the perkiness of her young titties. I wanted to put my hand between her legs and feel the wetness of her pussy. I wanted to play with her clit until she exploded in orgasm. I wanted to taste her pussy and make her cum with my tongue. I wanted to put my hands on her ass and feel her asshole quiver while she had an orgasm. I wanted to plunge my stiff dick into her virgin pussy and hear her loud, passionate moans, rising in a crescendo until she reached the peak of arousal and plunged helplessly into an uncontrollable, gripping paroxysm of sexual delight. I knew that I couldn't actually do any of that; I am her father. I thought that she had been teasing me but I never thought that she really wanted me in a sexual way. No, she was just testing her females skills on a safe subject: me. And, even though I was not her biological or legal father, I reminded myself that I was the only father that she had and she needed me to be her father, not her lover. Yes, the only thing that I could do was to go to her and explain that her displays of partial or complete nudity were unfair to me and I needed her to be more modest around the house. I put on my robe and went downstairs, then proceeded out to the pool. "Oh, hi, Daddy! I thought I heard you goin' to bed," Anna said as she looked up and saw me. "I was goin' to, then I looked out the window and saw you and . . .." Despite my mental rehearsal of this speech a few moments earlier, I was at a loss for words. "And what, Daddy? You weren't out here and . . . well . . . you've seen me naked before, and . . . I didn't think you'd look out and see me, and . . . I hope I'm not in trouble. Am I, Daddy?" she asked in her little girl voice. "Anna, honey, don't you know what effect it has on a man to see a girl like you prancin' around half naked all the time and especially all the way naked?" Anna Loves Me and I Love Her "Daddy, I didn't think you'd see me, and, you always told me to not be ashamed of my body. Are you ashamed of your body?" I don't know why she was asking me questions but I felt like I was losing control of where the conversation was going. "No, I am not ashamed of my body. What gave you that idea?" I demanded. "Are you upset because your thing got hard, Daddy?" Damn this girl for making this so difficult. What could I say to respond to that? "Daddy, why don't you come in the pool with me? Maybe that'll make ya feel better," she offered. "I'm not wearing a swim suit under this robe, that's why," I responded. "Well, you can go skinny dippin' like me," she said. "Well . . . uh . . .," I stammered. "You're not ashamed of your body, are ya, Daddy? It's okay if your thing is hard." 'This girl,' I thought to myself, 'is either very simple minded and naive or she's really trying to tease me.' "What the hell!" I said with exasperation. "I fuckin' give up." With that last exclamation, I untied the tie around my robe, dropped it to the deck, and walked down the steps and into the pool. I felt liberated, exhilarated, and very scared of what might happen between Anna and me -- in the pool -- both naked -- and me hornier than a prize bull. "Daddy, I'm so, so sorry if I'm botherin' you with bein' undressed around you but, since I've gotten older, I just feel more excited and alive if I'm wearin' less clothes. I'm really not tryin' to get you mad," Anna said apologetically. With that last statement, she began walking towards me. I was still in the shallow end of the pool and, as she approached, the water became shallower and no longer hid her boobs from my view. I could see that her nipples were hard. She continued walking towards me until she was close enough to extend her arms to ask for a hug. I placed my hands around her shoulders and held her tight. "Honey, I miss havin' a woman in my life and you jus' can't know what torture that . . . and this," I said, looking down at her naked body, "is to me." I felt my stiff dick pressing against her body and she'd have to be dead to not feel it. "Daddy, I thought I was the woman in your life now!?" Her innocence made her all the more attractive. "Sweetie, you are the most precious girl I have ever known and, yes, you have become a woman, so -- in a way -- you are the woman in my life. But . . . what we have isn't like what happens between a man and a woman." "You mean like havin' sex?" she asked. "Exactly!" I responded with emphasis. "Is that what you need, Daddy? Do you need to have sex? I have a girlfriend who keeps tellin' me how hot she thinks you are and I'll bet she'd love to have sex with you." Great, Anna is trying to set me up with a high school senior. You'll all be reading all about that on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper. "Honey, I don't wanna have sex with any of your friends. I want a woman who loves me, who wants to make me happy, and who wants to have a physical relationship with me." "I know who you want, Daddy," she said quietly, looking me directly in the eyes. She turned her face up towards mine and moved her lips closer to mine. "Daddy, I love you and I want you more than anything else in the world," she said immediately before her lips touched mine. I should have turned away, gotten out of the pool, returned to my bedroom, and jacked off until I was incapable of having any more erections . . . but I'm not a saint, I don't have an iron will, I was extremely horny, and I needed someone to want me. I know it shouldn't have been Anna, but here she was, naked, in my arms, kissing me. And . . . I wanted her. Yes, I wanted to feel and taste and touch every inch of her body. I wanted to have my dick inside her and I wanted to hear her cum as I pushed my manliness deeper and deeper into the receptacle of her sexual desire. I felt passion in her lips. I felt her strong desire, her energy, her lust, her unrestrained desire. I also felt her boobs against my chest. My hands had slid down her back until they had come to rest on her behind and I pulled her body closer to mine as we shared our first lovers' kiss. I pulled my lips away from hers to ask her a question. "I have to know that this is what you really want, that it's something you've thought about, and that I'm not imposing my will on yours. You know, Susan and I will get a divorce but she'll still be your mother, but . . . you're not gonna have much of a relationship with her if you're my woman." "I don't have much of a relationship with her now. You love me but I'm just an inconvenience to her. I want you to be divorced from her and then, it's not much of a choice for me. I want you. I want to be in your bed every night and I want to have your babies!" "We'll talk about babies later. Tonight, I wanna make love with you, Anna. I want to be inside you and I want you to be my lover." I brought my right hand to the side of her thigh and then moved it towards her crotch. She sensed where my hand was going and backed away from me just enough to allow enough space between our bodies for me to access to her private regions. I had never felt a shaved pussy before and it was different. Despite what some hung-up people say, it was not like touching a child. No, Anna's pussy was mature, swollen with excitement, and hot from arousal. I slid my middle finger between her pussy lips and easily found her clit. It was engorged and begging for attention. "Make me cum with your finger, Daddy. I wanna cum right now." Anna was a prisoner to her innocent but undeniable sexual need and she was begging for release. "I need to cum real bad and you feel so good!" she said. "I'll make you cum as many times as you want, my dear. I'll make you cum with my finger and I'll make you cum with my tongue. Then I'll get inside of you and we'll cum together. I need to know somethin' first. Are you still a virgin?" "Yes, Daddy. I haven't let a boy put his thing inside me. I've done a few things with boys but it never went that far." "What have you done, honey? I'm not mad about that. I jus' need to know so I can make this as wonderful as possible for ya." "Well, I gave one boy a hand job and I licked on one boy's thing, but I didn't make him come with my mouth. And I had a couple of guys put their hands in my panties and play with me, but I didn't have an orgasm. The only time I had an orgasm was when I was by myself. . . . And, you don't have to worry about poppin' my cherry, Daddy. It broke about a year ago when I put a toy in me." "Okay, honey. Jus' close your eyes and relax and I'll make you feel real good." I moved so that I was behind her. Since I'm taller than Anna, I spread my legs apart so that my body was lower. I reached down and pulled her butt cheeks apart so that my dick could rest in her ass crack. "Ooh, Daddy, that feels nice," she cooed. I reached around with my left hand and started playing with her left nipple while my right hand found her clit and started tracing little circles around her little nub. She started moaning. "That's right, honey. Just moan and make noise to let me know how you feel," I encouraged her. I get very turned on by hearing a woman moaning during her orgasm. "Daddy, put your finger in me," she asked, and I was only too happy to oblige. I moved to the right a little, so that I could reach down and then up inside her, and I started rubbing my middle finger on the front wall of her pussy, looking for her G-spot. Judging by the intensity of her moans, I found it very quickly. "Oh, that feels so good, Daddy. I wanna cum so bad for you!" My dick was no longer in her ass crack and my left hand couldn't reach around to her boob, so I moved my hand down to her ass. I began sliding my middle finger up and down her crack, getting lower each time until I found her waiting hole. "Daddy, I hope you don't think I'm too nasty for sayin' this, but that feels so hot. I'm so horny for you!" I let my finger stop at her back door and pressed very gently while my right middle finger returned to rubbing up and down on her clit. She began moving her torso up and down, and I assumed that she wanted my left finger inside her asshole. I pushed gently and my finger slid in up to the first knuckle. "Daddy, I'm so close. I'm so close." I bent forward and lowered my head to her chest, taking her right nipple in my mouth. I began sucking on her right breast while licking little circles around the firm pink flesh of her nipple. "Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna cum . . . I'm gonna . . ." I felt her body tense, including her cute little anus, and then it started pulsating around my finger while her pussy did the same thing. I slid my finger a little deeper into her ass while sliding my other finger into her wet pussy. "Oh . . . oh!" Anna's body went stiff again and her ass gripped my finger with considerable pressure. Her pussy was having spasms while her body was rigid. "Oh, Daddy, I want your dick in me so bad," she said. "I need you in my pussy and I wanna feel you cum in me. Daddy, make me your woman!" "I'll do all that and more," I said. "Let's go get in bed." She walked up the steps out of the pool ahead of me and I had a great view of her tight teen ass. I wanted to reach out and pull those cheeks apart so I could plunge my tongue into her sweet virgin behind. My dick was as hard as titanium steel and the only thing that restrained me was the knowledge that I would have my way with her within the next few minutes. As I exited the pool, she turned around and looked at my johnson. "Daddy, your thing is so big and hard!" she exclaimed. "And it's all because of you, my dear. Do you think you can help me with that . . . situation?" I asked with a mischievous grin. "You can count on it, Daddy!" When we got upstairs, she said, "Daddy, can we go in your bedroom? My bed might not be big enough for both of us." "Honey, I hope my bedroom will be your bedroom, too. I want you in here with me every night." "That sounds yummy, Daddy!" she almost squealed with delight. "Now . . . your finger felt good but I want more. Just show me what to do and I'll do it." I pulled down the covers and Anna jumped into bed. "Come on, Daddy!" I didn't need any encouragement. I got in bed so that my mouth was at her pussy and my dick was at her mouth. "Honey, I'm gonna lick your pussy 'til you beg me to stop," I exclaimed, "and you can lick and suck on me as much as you want." With that announcement, I started nibbling around the crease where her leg meets her pelvis. I licked down towards her pussy and then did the same thing on the other side. I had never licked a shaved pussy before and was really turned on. While I was doing that, she had started licking on the head of my dick. "Am I doin' it right, Daddy?" she asked. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's jus' what I need," I replied. As soon as I put my tongue on her pussy, she started getting wet and her juices were really flowing. I licked from the top of her pussy down to the bottom and then reversed direction, going back up to her clit. I sucked on her clit for a few seconds and then grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands, bringing my fingers to rest so they were down in her ass crack at the edge of her back door hole. She moaned as soon as I touched her ass and I figured she was really gonna be into anal stimulation. "Daddy, when you touch me back there it feels so nasty, it feels like I'm gonna pee but I'm not. I jus' want your finger in me. And then I want your thing in me . . . but don't stop lickin'!" I was licking in small circles around her clit while I slid my right hand closer to her anus. I touched my middle finger to the middle of her asshole and pushed with just enough pressure to gently open her to my entry. "Honey, this'll feel better if I put somethin' on my finger to make it slippery. Let me get some K-Y." I reached into my bedside table and removed the K-Y that I had kept there for masturbating. I then returned to the 69 position and she immediately resumed licking my dick. "Take it in your mouth and suck on it, honey," I instructed her. As soon as I uttered the words, she was doing as I had requested. The warmth of her tongue and the inside of her mouth made my dick feel like it would explode any second and the pressure kept mounting. Meanwhile, I applied a little K-Y to my right middle finger and placed it against her asshole. When I pushed this time, my finger entered her ass, but not without resistance. I could feel her ass tighten around my finger and the sensation was incredible. I started pushing my finger in and out in short thrusting movements that became just a little bit longer as I felt her ass start to relax. I had also resumed sucking on her clit. Her juices were flowing freely and Anna had a salty, almost tangy taste that I loved. "Baby, I love the way your pussy tastes," I said and then immediately returned to licking her clit. I had pushed my finger in her ass up to the second knuckle and she seemed to be loving it. "Daddy, I wanna have your dick in every hole," she said. It was sweet music to my ears. "Anna, baby, stop lickin' on me or I'll cum in your mouth. That'd be good but I wanna cum in your pussy now." I stopped licking on her and turned around so that I was on top of her. "Are you sure you want this, baby?" I asked, knowing that she would agree and, well, I couldn't have stopped if she said 'no.' "Fuck me, Daddy. Make me your woman," she replied. "No, honey, fuckin' is what you do when you jus' want sex. I wanna make love with you tonight and every night for the rest of our lives." I got on top of Anna and positioned my dick at the entrance to her pussy. As I moved forward and it made contact with her virgin womanhood, I heard her gasp. She was so wet that I immediately started sliding into her. Her pussy was almost as tight as her ass. It felt like my dick was in her hand and she was squeezing me, but it was her pussy, my little girl's pussy, I was inside her pussy and it felt absolutely divine. "Anna, you feel so incredibly good, I can't believe it." "Daddy, having you in me feels soooo good," she answered. "I hope we're gonna do this a lot." "Me, too," I said with the biggest smile on my face. I had started thrusting deeper into her until she was taking all of my hard dick in her wet cunt. I felt her stiff nipples on my chest and, as much as I wanted to suck on those beautiful, petite nipples, there was no way I could pull my dick out of her now. "Honey, I'm gonna cum in you." "Yeah, Daddy, I wanna feel your cum in me," she said. I really didn't need any encouragement but hearing her say that put me over the edge. It felt as if my nuts and ass tightened up and I felt my fluids building up, demanding release from my body, begging to be deposited in the waiting vagina of this innocent young girl. "Oh, baby, I'm cummin'," I said as I felt myself starting to ejaculate. At the same time, her body tensed up, her back arched, and I could feel spasms travelling through her wet love canal. "Daddy, don't stop!" she insisted and, of course, there was no way I would stop. I continued thrusting into her as my dick delivered its contents into her aroused and swollen honey hole. "Ahhh . . . ahhhh . . . oh, yeah . . . that's . . . oh, Daddy!" I knew she had reached the pinnacle and had a climax that any woman would thoroughly enjoy. Perhaps it wasn't her first orgasm, and I later learned that she had experienced many orgasms from masturbation, but this was her first time having an orgasm with another person. "Daddy, don't pull your thing out yet. It feels so good!" "Okay, dear. I'm glad that made you feel so good. It was incredible for me. I want you sleeping in my bed every night, and I want you sleeping naked with me. I wanna take showers together and have breakfast together and I want hugs and kisses every day when I come home from work." "Daddy," Anna said, "you haven't kissed me yet. I kissed you earlier but you haven't kissed me." As soon as I heard those words, I lowered my face to hers and touched my lips to hers, tenderly, but eager for passion. I felt her lips open and our tongues entwined in an embrace of love and arousal, eager for much more, wanting both lust and love, wanting to fulfill and to be fulfilled. As our lips parted, I blurted out "I sure hope you're not gonna get tired of me and leave like Susan did. That would kill me." "Daddy, you're so silly! I've already got names picked out for our first two children."