To celebrate Annie's 16th birthday, we spent a week horseback riding and camping in the Ozark Mountains. It was then our plan to drive south to New Orleans for a few days of fine dining and civilized touring.
Stealing a look at Annie in the passenger's seat, I couldn't help feeling a little sadness that her mother was no longer with us, to see what a fine young woman Annie had become. She had her mother's figure and the sort of plain honest face that wears so well. Annie and I enjoyed the same outdoor activities, and I now wanted to see how she would appreciate the culture and cuisine of the Big Easy.
Perhaps I was driving a little too fast down highway 167, perhaps not. In any event, we were stopped by two parish cops.
"Driver's license," said one of them, the shorter one.
I handed it over. He looked at it, at me, and then at Annie. He nodded to his partner, the taller one. "You folks will have to follow us to the station," he ordered. Annie and I looked at each other. But we followed the cruiser to the local station. It was Saturday and the building was deserted.
"We have had reports of dope smugglers coming down US 167," said the short one. "Your car fits the description. We are going to have to search you."
I resigned myself. They couldn't possibly find anything, so we would eventually be let go.
"Strip," ordered the short one.
"My daughter is right here," I protested.
"That's OK," said the tall one. "She'll have to strip too."
"It's not right," I protested.
"We'll show you what's right," said Short, and punched me in the stomach.
When I got my wind back, I realized what we were up against. I took off my clothes. They made a pretense of inspecting my body cavities, and then made me sit in a stout wooden chair where they handcuffed me to its arms.
"Now you," ordered Short to my daughter. She stripped down to her bra and panties.
"All the way," ordered Tall.
"I can't possibly be hiding anything under these," she said, indicating her underwear.
"Cavity search," said Short. Annie blanched, but took off her bra and panties.
All three of us held Annie in our gaze for a long moment. She was adorable. I hadn't realized what a luscious woman she had become. And then to have her beauty exposed to these degenerates...
She regarded me with an expression I could not read.
"Up on the examination table," ordered Short. He soon had Annie with her feet in the stirrups and her entire vaginal area exposed. He unwrapped a sealed plastic speculum and opened poor Annie up.
"Damn!" exclaimed Short, looking into Annie's spread pussy. "She's a virgin!"
"No shit!" cried Tall. "Flip you for her."
"You forget who's the corporal and who's the private here," said Short. He dropped his trousers, and his stiff prick stood out between his shirttails. Then, to my astonishment, he rolled a condom onto it.
"That's one fine looking pussy," said Short. "Tasty." He lowered his mouth onto Annie and began slurping and sucking it. Annie was biting her lip. After several minutes of this, he raised up and announced, "She's real prime pussy. Lip-smacking good. All juiced up and ready to go." Then he looked over at me, where I sat naked in the wooden chair. "Looks like someone else appreciates fine pussy too," he crowed.
It was true. To my intense embarrassment, my prick was like a bar of iron. And Annie was looking at it. Jesus. What could she be thinking? That all men were beasts?
"OK, here we go now," said Short, and, standing on a low stool, he sank his cock into poor Annie.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, as her hymen was torn through. If thoughts could murder, Short would now be a stinking pile of guts. But they can't. So far as I know, Short is probably still alive and gloating over his "conquest" and planning another one. The only consolation was that he was wearing a condom.
From where I sat, I could see Short's prick plunging in and out of Annie's pussy. After five minutes of poking into Annie, he reached some sort of climax and pulled out. There were bright streaks of red blood on the condom, which he carefully pulled off and flushed down the open toilet. "She's all yours," he told Tall.
Annie was quietly crying on the examination table. My erection had wilted.
Tall drew out a rubber glove and lubricated it plentifully with Vaseline. "Spread 'em," he told Annie. Then he inserted a finger in Annie's anus and worked it around. "Good 'n' tight," he remarked to Short.
"Better try two fingers," said Short. "You're pretty big."
"Good idea," said Tall and lubed his glove with another glob of Vaseline. He worked both fingers in and out of poor Annie's anus, circling them around to open it up still further. "Think she's ready," he said finally.
Tall dropped his pants. His erection was large, larger than mine, I noted with dismay. He was about to stick it into Annie's anus when Short reminded him, "Better use a rubber."
"Right you are," said Tall and rolled one onto his big prick. "Now, Blondie, this won't hurt nearly so much if you make like you are taking a dump when I stick it in. But if you tighten up, it will hurt like hell." He turned to me, "See? We ain't such bad guys, after all. Kind and considerate, that's us!" he smirked, and put the head of his horse cock at the entrance to Annie's sphincter. "OK, baby, push out."
Annie must have pushed, because his prick sank right into the well-greased hole. "Damn, that's fine!" he said. "All the way in." And he began to fuck her brutally, driving hard into her interior, so that she cried out at every stroke. My heart was breaking.
This went on for a while. Then Short took a turn in Annie's pussy, followed by Tall who seemed to favor the rear hole over the proper one. Finally Tall pulled out, flushed down the condom, and pulled up his pants. "I'm done," he announced.
"Tell you what," said Short to me. "I like the way that little girl looks at her Daddy. I'll bet she would like you to fuck her. Fuck her and I'll let y'all go."
"And if I don't?" I asked.
"Afternoon shift will be here in an hour," said Short. "They would just love to interrogate and search your little girl. And the mid shift will be in later."
"Daddy," said Annie. "It can only get worse. Do it and let's get out of here."
"Now you're talking," said Short. "I like a girl who loves her daddy."
I thought. It was a bad bargain, but as Annie said, it could only get worse. "OK," I said finally. "Let me out of these cuffs."
So they let me up. I flexed my legs. Annie was waiting for me on the table.
"Got another condom?" I asked.
"Sorry," grinned Short. "The last one went up your daughter's ass. Now, are you going to do it or not?"
I was beginning to catch on to Short's plan. The only DNA in my daughter's body would be mine.
"Come here, Daddy," said Annie. "It will be all right. You'll see."
What could I do? I lowered my body onto Annie, but my erection had vanished. I couldn't get my prick into her.
Annie reached out and took my prick in her smooth hand. She stroked it a few times, then whispered into my ear: "Pretend that it's just us here together, OK Daddy?" Then she kissed me passionately. Suddenly we were in a private bubble of feeling, my prick was hard again, and I could slip it into her warm body. It was just the two of us; Short and Tall had become invisible. It was magical; we were holding each other closely and deeply. Soon Annie began moaning and snapping her pelvis up to meet me. She would waggle her hips vigorously, pause, moan, and then waggle her hips again. She's having orgasms, I realized. This made me reach mine, and we thrust furiously against each other for what seemed many minutes, but was probably only sixty seconds.
"Will you look at that," said Short to Tall. "It's truly inspiring. That's what I call down-home fucking. Kinda makes me want to start all over again. But fair's fair. The two of you put on your clothes and get out of here."
We left that wretched town, driving exactly 5 miles per hour below the speed limit. When we were out of sight, I stopped the car. "Annie," I turned to her, "can you ever forgive me?"
She leaned against my chest and burst into tears.
"Annie, Annie..." I tried to sooth her, patting her awkwardly.
"Those bastards make me so damn mad," she sobbed. "They embarrassed you, and they took my virginity, which I was saving."
"Saving?" I echoed. We had never talked about this sort of thing before.
"Saving for you," she cried, and redoubled her sobbing, beating on my chest with her small fists.
My mind was in a whirl. Annie? Saving her virginity for me? Her father? What could she be thinking?
Finally, Annie's tears slackened. "I had it all planned," she said. "I was going to seduce you, possibly in New Orleans. And once you found out how much I love you, you would take me as your wife."
I was aghast. "But that would be..."
"Incest. Yes, I know. I've been thinking about it every since I was twelve. I realized that after Mom died, you have not had any female companionship except me. Not that I minded! And you are a wonderful father. But it's not fair to you."
And then she smiled a little. "At least we know we can get it on, right Daddy?" And she gave me a kiss.
"Sweetheart," I began.
She put a finger against my lips. "Let's talk about it tonight. Meanwhile, let's get out of north Louisiana." She gave me another kiss and settled back in her seat.
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