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Subject: {ASSM} Hannah (M/F, MF/f, 1st, inc, cons)
Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2001 08:10:03 -0500
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DISCLAIMER:
1) The following story is a work of fantasy and fiction.  In other
words, not reality.  If you can't distinguish the difference, maybe you
shouldn't be on-line.
2) Do not read this if you aren't at least 18 years old, or
however old you have to be to look at smut in your locality.
3) If you are offended, angered or otherwise made mad by reading
this, maybe you shouldn't read it.

Feedback is requested.

"Hannah" (M/F, MF/f, 1st, inc, cons)

    The first thing I heard upon returing home from work was a high
pitched squeal of "Daddeeee."  I looked down to see my daughter
standing in front of me, with my wife emerging from the kitchen.
    "Hey there princess, how's it going?" I asked.
    "Great Daddy!  Mommy said that you're going to give me my special
birthday present tonight."
    It was her ninth birthday today.  Since it was August, she had her
party in the afternoon, while I was at work.  I could see the remnants
of the party, streamers, balloons, uneaten pieces of cake, strewn about
the place.

    My wife, Christine, had a secret.  It wasn't until we had been
dating for about a year did it come out.  While she was growing up she
had been sexually involved with her father.
    It started out innocently enough.  While fucking (sometimes we
"made love", but not this particular time. This time we were fucking
our brains out: hot, heavy and nasty) I whispered in her ear "Who's
your Daddy?", really only as a joke.  Her reaction blew me away.  She
started pumping and thrashing her hips harder, gripping me tighter with
her legs.  I could see she was moving her lips, so I moved my head
closer to hers, trying to hear was she was saying.  She was whispering
to herself "You're my Daddy, and I'm your special little girl. Please
Daddy, fuck your little girl, please, please Daddy..."
    I didn't think I could have gotten any harder at that point, but
I did.  Blood surged to my cock, and I started fucking her like there
was no tomorrow, driving my manhood deeper and harder with every
stroke.  I don't know why I was so turned on by what she was saying,
but I definitely was.
    After we were finished, holding each other in our post-coital
cuddle, I asked about what had happened back there.  She confided in me
that her father and her were very close when she was growing up, and
that closeness eventually led to a sexual relationship. She assured me
that it was never abuse, or anything like that, and she actually felt
very good about the whole thing.
    We continued talking about it as our relationship deepened.  I
remember one instance while we were engaged when Christine suprised me
after work.  I pulled into the garage and walked into the house, as
usual.  There, standing in the middle of the living room, waiting for
me, was Christine...but not as herself.  She was dressed in a typical
"Catholic school girl" outfit...short plaid skirt; white knee-high
stockings; a white dress shirt, mostly unbuttoned; and her hair done up
in two braided pigtails, with ribbons at both ends of each pigtail.  I
just about had a heart attack when I saw her.  I put my briefcase down
as she walked towards me, her lips pouting while she gave me "puppy
dog" eyes.  We wrapped our arms around each other as she rested her
head on my shoulder, whispering into my ears "Daddy, your little girl
missed you alot today."
    "What are you doing? What's going on here?" I asked, incredulous.
    "Sssshhhhh", she said, as she put a finger to my lips, while
loosening my tie with her other hand "Daddy, don't you want to fuck
your little girl?" she asked in a tiny, innocent voice.  "My pussy is
so wet from thinking about your big, fat, Daddycock pushing into my
tiny little girl hole.  I want you to fill my little hole up with
your Daddycum."  I ran my hands down the back of her skirt, and
brought them back up, underneath her skirt, finding out that she
didn't have any panties on.  I lifted my "little girl" into the air,
and carried her to our bedroom.
    Once there, I lay her down on the bed, as she wrapped her legs
around my waist.  I started to kiss her passionately, as she removed my
jacket, tie and shirt.  It was a fight for her to even let go of me
long enough to shed my pants.  By the time I got all my clothes off,
her pussy and thighs were soaked, and her nipples were harder then I
had ever seen them before.  I put my hand on her thighs, and pushed
them apart, moving my body closer to hers.  When I touched the tip of
my cock to her pussy lips, a shudder ran through her entire body.  I
couldn't believe how red and swollen her labia were.  It was at this
point when I realized that she had shaved her pussy completely bald,
making it look like that of a young girl.  We made love until we were
both totally exhausted.  I don't know how many times I came, but I know
it was more than I ever had before.  Christine had her first multiple
orgasm.  The next morning, Christine kidded me about her not being able
to walk, as she was in so much pain.  We each called our jobs, saying
that we were sick, and spent the entire next day in bed, me playing
Daddy to her little girl.  We fucked, made love, cuddled and slept,
over and over again. We later agreed that the feelings that we had
at that time were quite intense, nothing like we had ever felt before.

    We also did all the normal "young couple in love" stuff,
eventually leading to marriage.  While we were in bed on our wedding
night, Christine asked me if we could "talk."  Now, I knew that tone of
voice.  I could tell it was something quite serious that was on her
mind. I sat down on the bed next to her, took her in my arms, and
asked her what she wanted to talk about.
    "I don't know when, but eventually, I want to have kids.  If we
have a daughter...Drew...I want you to be her first.  My father loved
me, and went out of his way to make sure that he never hurt me.  I
don't think anything can compare to the feeling of a father taking
his daughter's virginity."
    Needless to say, I was floored.  On one hand, the idea excited me,
excited me to a level that I don't think I had ever experienced before.
On the other...this was incest, child abuse in the eyes of the law.  I
could go to jail.  Could I actually do this?  I didn't know.  I told
her that I would think about it, and it was alot to digest.  She agreed.

    About a year ago, Christine asked me if I had thought any more
about her request. As if I could forget about it!  I had watched my
baby daughter grow into a beautiful little girl on the verge of
womanhood.  I had never been remotely attracted to a girl as young
as her before, but with her, it was something different.  We were
so close.  Hannah, my daughter, along with my wife, were the most
important people in my life. I would do anything for them.  Hannah
was a typical "Daddy's Girl", and I don't think you could blame her.
As an only child, she was showered with attention.  She and I both
knew that I was a sucker for giving into her requests.  She was never
without toys or clothes or anything else that her little heart desired.
Our relationship was great.  It helped, I think, because she was very
bright for her age, and I always treated her as an equal, never like
a little baby (except, of course, when that's what she wanted).
 I told Christine that I had been thinking about it, and that I
would be honored to do it.  My only concern was if Hannah was ready.
She had already learned about the "Birds and the Bees", and even knew
all the proper names for everything (I told you she was bright).
Christine and I agreed that Hannah was almost there, and would probably
be ready by her next birthday.  We made a plan, that for her ninth
birthday, I would take something from her, rather than give her a
present :-)

    I spent the rest of the evening helping out around the house,
cleaning up from the party, doing the dishes, all the other chores
that a husband hates doing, but does anyways.  The whole time, Hannah
kept asking what her present was, while Christine shot me knowing
glances.  I was about ready to explode, either from the anticipation,
the nervousness, or both.
    About 9:00, Christine told Hannah that it was time to get her
ready for bed.
    "What about my present?" whined Hannah.
    "You'll get it in bed, now let's get ready," Christine said,
leading Hannah up the stairs to her room, while winking at me.
    I finished straightening up the living room, turning lights out,
locking door, etc. I then went up to the master bedroom, and changed
into a pair of silk boxer shorts that Christine had given me the
previous Christmas.
    I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to figure out if
this was actually happening or not.  After a few minutes, my wife and
daughter joined me in the room.  Christine had given Hannah a quick
bath, and then both had put on nearly matching satin pink nighties.
As usual, Hannah smiled when she saw me and jumped on the bed, crawling
into my arms.  Christine then joined us on the bed, sitting next to us.
    "Hannah," I said, "you're getting to be such a big girl now, and
we're both veryproud of you.  We think it's time that you learned a
little more about how to be a big girl."
    Christine continued, "Hannah, remember when we talked about
where babies come from?  About what a man and woman do together?"
    "Yup Mommy, it's called 'making sex', right?"
    "Having sex, honey, having sex."
    "Oh."
    "It's alright sweetie.  Now, your Daddy and I were wondering if
you would like to know what it's like to have sex."
    "Really?" she asked as her eyes got wide.
    I brushed Hannah's hair back, behind her ear, as I kissed her on
the forehead. "Yes honey, we want to show you, but it has to be our
secret, okay? That means that you can't tell anyone, even your best
friend."  I could tell from the look on her face that she knew that
this was something monumental and important.  She nodded carefully,
as if weighing her options.
    In a wavering voice (I could tell she was nervous) she said
"Daddy, I want you to show me what it's like to have sex."  My wife and
I sighed at the same time.  We looked at each other, smiled and kissed.
All three of us realized that nothing would be the same now.
    I stared into my daughter's eyes as I pulled her on top of me,
straddling me.  I realized I was staring into the eyes of a lover, not
my daughter.  I started to kiss her.  Gentle kisses at first, on her
cheeks, then moving to her lips, starting to suck more and more,
sucking on her tongue, letting her get used to the sensation.  She
learned quick, and started to suck back on mine.
    I pulled my face back after a bit, while I ran my hands up and
down her arms.
    "Princess, I think you should know that this is what Mommy and her
Daddy did when she was a little girl.  He taught her just like I'm
teaching you."
    "Really Mommy?"
    "Yes baby, really."
    I leaned forward and started to kiss Hannah's shoulder, slowly
moving towards her neck.  I could tell by her rapid breathing and
flushed skin that she was very turned on.  I slowly started to push
the shoulder straps down her arms, exposing her young nipples.
I leaned down, slowly kissing my way further down her chest,
tenderly kissing, sucking and nipping with my lips.
    "Daddieeee" she moaned, as my wife stroked Hannah's thighs.  I
started to suck on her left nipple, sucking harder and harder, flicking
my tongue over the tip of it, while I rubbed my hands over her sides.
    I laid her down on the bed, pulling myself out from underneath
her.  I climbed off the bed as my wife moved closer to Hannah.  She
pulled her nightie up around her waist, so that she could fold her
legs and sit Indian style.  She pulled Hannah's head into her lap,
as I pulled Hannah's nightie the rest of the way off.  I shed my
boxers, exposing my throbbing cock to my daughter for the first time.
    "Is that going to go in me, Daddy?"
    "Yes, baby, it is, but only if you want it to."
 She swallowed, and then nodded, as my wife brushed hair out of
Hannah's face.  I gently pushed Hannah's knees further apart, and
knelt down between her legs.  I leaned forward, lips pursed together,
and blew a stream of hot breath on her young clit, which was so dark
pink it was almost red, and stading almost straight up.  I watched as
her hips writhed, trying to reach up to my mouth.  I obliged, and
started to lick my little girl's clit.  She screamed when my mouth made
contact, I could tell that both of the special girls in my life were
in heaven.  I continued licking her pussy, but I could tell from the
way she was groaning that it wasn't going to be enough.
    I slid my body over hers, kissing her lips again.  We pulled away
from each other and smiled.  I could tell from the look in her eyes
that she was loving this.
    "Baby, are you ready for me to put it in?"
    "Uh huh Daddy..please..please..put it in," she panted.
    I stood back up as Christine rested her hands on Hannah's arms.  I
placed my hands on Hannah's hips, and guided my cock to her tiny girl
slit.  I rubbed the head of my cock over it a few times, to make sure
that both of us were well lubricated.  I slowly guided the head of my
cock closer, watching her lips part, exposing her virgin hole.  Slowly
easing the tip of my cock-head in, watching it push her further and
further open.  I looked up, to make sure that everything was alright.
Both of them were staring at me with excitement in their eyes.  I
reached my head forward, kissing my wife, slowly pushing deeper into
my daughter.  I then leaned down and kissed Hannah again to
reassure her.  I could tell that I had reached her hymen from the
pressure on the front of my cock.
    I looked up and nodded to my wife, and she understood
what was happening.
    "Baby, this is going to hurt for a second, but then it will feel
much better, okay?"
    A worried look immediately crossed Hannah's face, and I could tell
that doubts were beginning to creep into her mind.
    "How much is it going to hurt Mommy?"
    "Ssssshhhh, princess, it's going to be alright," I reassured her.
With that I plunged my cock forward, feeling it tear through her hymen.
Hannah's legs immediately gripped my waist tighter, and her whole body
became rigid with pain.  My wife and I both immediately tried to
reassure her.  I stopped moving my cock, just letting her adjust to the
new sensations in her body.  She opened her eyes, which had been
tightly shut, and looked up at me.
    "Are you okay baby?" I asked
    "That hurt Daddy," she said in a faint voice.
    "How does it feel now baby?" Christine inquired.
    "It's going away..feeling better Mommy."
 I reached down to massage her tiny clit with a fingertip while my
wife bent down to kiss our daughter's nipples.  I could tell by now the
pain had passed.  I repositioned my hands, supporting Hannah's tiny
bottom from underneath while I gently started to piston into her
until-recently-virgin hole.  By this time, my cock was throbbing, and I
could feel my balls tightening against my body in anticipation of
cumming.
    "Daddy...I'm gonna pee."
    "It's alright honey, you're going to cum, just like a big girl," I
told her, trying to coax her into cumming.  "Just relax and do what
your body wants to do."  With that, Hannah's body went limp, and a
small groan escaped from her lips, slowly growing louder.
    "aaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......Daddiiieeeeeee," my daughter
screamed.  I could feel her already tight pussy gripping my cock even
tighter, spasming on my cock.  At this point, there was no holding
back.  I had no choice but to shoot my cum into my young daughter's
pussy.  We came simulanteously, her squeezing my dick, me launching
my cum into her deeply.
    Hannah blacked out for a second, and my knees nearly buckled.  I
reached towards my wife, putting a hand on her shoulder for support,
while we both attempted to see if our daughter was alright.  After a
few seconds, which seemed like an eternity to us, she opened her eyes
and looked up at the two of us.  A big smile broke on her face, while
her eyes looked at us with passion and amazement simultaneously.
My wife leaned down to give Hannah a kiss.  Afterwards, I gave both
Hannah and Christine "big girl" kisses.
    I slowly eased my cock out of Hannah, and climbed on to the bed.
Christine bent over and started sucking my cock like there was no
tomorrow.  The whole time, I caressed Hannah's body, as she slowly
stopped trembling, coming down from her orgamic high.  I could
tell from the slurping and moaning coming from her mouth that she loved
the taste of her daughter's pussy on my cock.  In no time I was hard
again from Christine's minstrations.  After the load I shot, I didn't
think I could cum again for another week, but thanks to my wife's
eagerness, I was ready to go again.  Hannah watched the whole
time with amazement.
    "Would you like to do that too princess?" I asked.
    "Uh huh Daddy, does it taste good?"
    "Ask Mommy," I replied.
    "Mommy?"
    "mph mph mph," Christine replied with a mouth full of cock and a
gleam in her eye.  I slowly pushed her away from me, not an easy thing
to do.  I then guided Hannah between my legs.  Her mother showed her
how to grip and stroke the cock, squeezing gently, but not too hard.
    "Just kiss it a bit, then suck on it, just like a sucker."
    "Okay Mommy."
    Now, I've heard the phrase "natural born cocksucker" tossed around
alot, but this was something else.  Except for the size of her mouth, I
could hardly tell any difference between the two of them.  She took to
it like a fish to water.  Sucking and slurping, rubbing and stroking
with her tongue.  She didn't even have to be told about the spot right
beneath the head on the underside, like most girls do.  While she
sucked, she rubbed one hand up and down the shaft, while her other hand
investigated Daddy's balls.
    "Baby, Daddy's going to cum REALLY soon, okay?" I didn't want to
cum in her mouth the first time, in case she choked or didn't like the
taste or something.  I waited until I was about to cum, then pulled out
of her mouth.  Cum spewed forth from my dick, shooting ropey streams
onto her face, my belly and my cock itself.  It looked like a cum
geyser had gone off.  Hannah tenatively leaned forth and tasted the cum
that had landed on my cockhead.  She looked at me and Christine as she
did so, as if seeking approval.  We both nodded our heads, and she went
to it.
    I could tell right away that she liked it.  She started licking
more and more, oblivious to the cum on her face.  My wife, never one to
waste perfectly edible cum, leaned down to kiss it off of Hannah's
face.  As she leaned over, I caught a gimpse of her
up-until-then-hidden pussy.  Swollen and soaked don't even begin to
describe it.  I knew right then that I wasn't going to be able to sleep
until she came about three or four times.
    By now, I knew Hannah had to be tired, horny little pussy or not.
I pulled her to my chest, and began to cuddle her.  She immediately
snuggled her body next to mine, like we had done so many times before.
Before long, she was getting sleepy.  Christine kissed her goodnight,
and then I carried her to her bedroom.
    I laid her down in her bed, kissing her on her lips.  She responded
almost automatically, opening her lips, sucking on my tongue.
    "Goodnight princess," I whispered to her.
    "Goodnight Daddy."
    "I love you baby, sweet dreams."
    "I love you too...Daddy?"
    "Yeah baby?"
    "Can we do this again?" she asked drowsily.
    "Of course honey, we can do this anytime you want.  Just remember,
it has to be our secret."
    "Okay Daddy, I promise..." And with that, she was asleep, her arms
wrapped around her favorite stuffed Winnie the Pooh doll.

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