My daughter Annie3

After awhile all was settled down. I had barbecued dinner, we
had finished and all was cleaned up. All three of us were sitting
outside on the patio. I had built the backyard for privacy, so the
fact that only Eve had clothing on made for a relaxed atmosphere.

Annie moved closer to me and grabbed my hand to give it a warm
squeeze. “This is so much more than just shelter for me daddy.
This is like a dream. One that I don’t ever want to end. I have
never felt so secure and loved since I left here to go to college.
You are the first man to make me feel like a woman.”

I passed that off as a slight exaggeration. But Annie quickly
noted my reaction.

“I have been told never tell all. Because it can be used against you
someday. But I need to tell you what happened in my life.”

I sat there with mixed emotions. “Let’s go into the house and let
me put Eve in her crib. She’s fallen asleep. We’ll just sit
together without lights on and just talk.”

I put Eve down in her crib and joined Annie on the couch with the
only light coming from the moon and the reflection of street lights
in the neighborhood. We sat there quietly with Annie slightly facing
me, holding both of my hands in hers.

“I was a virgin went I went to college. All through highschool
I didn’t want to get involved with sex. But about the middle
of my sophomore year at college, I met Howard. We spent some time
alone together in the chemistry lab. He was a sweet guy, a little on
the nerd side, but I didn’t mind that. We became friends because
he could trust me and felt I wouldn’t laugh at him. I started to date
Howard and soon discovered that he was the ‘American Rarity’ a
male virgin in college. This fact made me even more relaxed
around him. He was a terrible kisser, but an all around nice guy.
The first night he felt my breasts, he just left his hand there and
didn’t move it. I guess he thought that would make me excited.
The night we both lost our cherries was a circus. He had been
as nervous as you can get buying condoms. He said he felt everyone
in the drug store looking at him. He could almost hear his mother
scold him. He said he walked out of the store without looking at
anyone, and left his change on the counter. The two of us had a
terrible time putting it over his penis. When he finally got up
the nerve to try to penetrate me, we were both scared. He slowly
pushed into me and ripped my hymen with a big push that hurt
worse than I thought would be possible. I remember thinking that
if this was sex, I was in for a long life. When he was through
he was so full of guilt that he immediately got up and cleaned
himself off, leaving me just laying there.”

“Our next few times were not all that much better except that
I was feeling a little more enjoyment, but nothing very exciting.
That summer is when I talked to mother. I told her about my
experience and she talked about the two of you. It was because
of our chats that summer that I felt there was more to sex than
I had gotten from it.”

“That fall I met Chuck. He was a jock. He was experienced and
he was exciting. He knew all the right words to say. He made all
the right moves. And before I knew what was going on, I was in
bed with him. He was good. He brought me so much physical
pleasure. He was the first person to ‘eat my pussy’ and he loved
it. He introduced me to sucking his cock and the taste of cum.
He was smooth, but he couldn’t be true to one woman. He had
to be screwing several different ones. I found out about a couple of
them and felt there was no future with this and I dumped him.”

“I went through a period of celibacy until I met Eric. He was
kind. It was my senior year and he was a graduate student. We
both had a love for classical music and both sang in a community
choir near the campus. Eric and I became good friends and started
dating on a regular basis. He never pushed for sex and was
always a gentleman. When we did have sex it was very soft and
he was always concerned about me getting hurt or feeling pain.
He preferred me performing oral sex on him over intercourse. He
never performed oral sex on me. I thought this might change over
time. He got engaged and then married. His sexuality with me
never changed. He loved me playing with his anus and he even
seemed to get off more having anal intercourse with me. But
he never seemed to have his heart into touching my pussy or
even my breasts. After I got pregnant he got even further from being
intimate with me. The only orgasms I got were the ones I masturbated
myself to.