Dad's unexpected gain

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My name is Katie, and you can probably tell from my name that I'm female. I'm fifteen and a half years old and in the ninth grade of middle school (equivalent to the third year of junior high). I started puberty when I was twelve and gradually began masturbating, mostly while showering and stroking my clitoris, which I found very pleasurable. Sometimes I do it once or twice a week, and sometimes I don't do it for a week or two. Since turning fifteen about six months ago, I've gradually started to have some thoughts about men. I don't actually want to find a man, but when I masturbate, while stroking my clitoris, I imagine what it would feel like if a man were hugging and touching me.
In my elective health class, I learned the basics of male-female sexual relations and saw diagrams and real photos of male genitalia in several reference books, including several comparative photos of male genitalia when they are engorged and erect. I've also heard many detailed and explicit descriptions of male-female intercourse from several female classmates. This fascinated me, but also terrified me: several girls in school were pregnant; some dropped out to give birth and never returned; others had abortions, supposedly due to incest or rape. I knew the potential consequences of sexual intercourse.
I had male friends, but they were just ordinary friends; I still didn't have a "boyfriend."
My father, thirty-seven, was very handsome and strong. In my memory, he had never been angry with me; he was always so gentle and loving, and we were always very close. Lately, when I masturbated, I kept fantasizing about my father; but it was just a fantasy, I never really wanted to have sex with him. Before going to sleep, my father would
often check my bedroom door to see if I was asleep and covered with a blanket. There was a nightlight in my room, so he could see clearly. Sometimes, even when I wasn't asleep, I would close my eyes and pretend to be asleep when he opened the door and looked inside.
One night, while I was masturbating naked in bed, an idea suddenly came to me. It was almost time for Dad's routine check-up again. I wondered how he would react if he saw me sleeping naked. Just then, the doorknob started turning—Dad was coming! I immediately pulled my hand, which was fiddling with my clitoris, back to my side, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door open, and I peeked through my half-closed eyes.
Dad didn't leave immediately as usual; he stood in the doorway, staring at me. After a moment, he came in and stood in the middle of the room. I lay still, afraid to move. My legs were spread apart, and in the dim light of the nightlight, he could clearly see my entire vulva. I couldn't recall ever seeing me naked before; I had never let Dad see my breasts or vulva since I was old enough to understand.
He moved closer to my bedside, and I could see his trousers bulging like a tent.
"Ah! God! You are so beautiful!" His voice was extremely soft; I could only hear it from very close range.
He stood there by the bed, staring at me for several minutes.
My hair was past my shoulders, a brownish-yellow color with a shimmering golden sheen; my breasts, though not large, were round and full, still developing; a few sparse, light brown pubic hairs covered my mons pubis, while the rest of my vulva remained smooth. Suddenly, for some reason, my nipples hardened and stood erect, and some vaginal fluid seeped from my vulva. I hoped my father wouldn't notice how wet my vulva was.
He slowly backed away, turned, and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. My tense heart relaxed, but I also felt a sense of loss. I hoped he would do something, not just stand there watching.
As soon as the door closed, my hand immediately returned to my vulva, quickly stroking it. The thought of my father seeing my naked body and his penis instantly becoming erect filled me with excitement, and I instantly reached an unprecedented orgasm! I almost screamed, but managed to hold it in.
As the orgasm slowly subsided, I lay on the bed, wondering what my father's penis looked like. Judging from how high his crotch was stretched, his penis must be very powerful, and I couldn't help but insert my right middle finger into my vagina. My hymen had been damaged and torn last year when I used tampons; there was a little bleeding and some pain, but it subsided quickly. I inserted and removed my finger a few times, fantasizing that it was my father's penis, but my finger was short and thin, and it became a bit boring, so I stopped. What I wanted was something thicker, or a real man's penis. But I didn't want any other man's penis; what I wanted was my father's.
In the morning, my father made me a hearty breakfast as usual. I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but after a while, I felt normal again. After breakfast, as usual, my father left for his office first, and then I went out to catch the school bus to school.
That night, I planned to sleep naked again while waiting for my father, but unfortunately, my period started in the afternoon. When I went to bed, I used sanitary napkins, wore underwear and pajamas, and covered myself with a sheet. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Dad quietly opened the door and came in. Unlike before, he was only wearing a pair of underwear tonight, his upper body bare, and a large bulge was clearly visible in his crotch. He stared at me, hesitated for a while, and then closed the door and left. His departure left me feeling somewhat lost. Several days passed like this until my period finally ended.
That night, I didn't wear pajamas or underwear, lying naked on my back with my legs wide open, my ankles sticking out to the sides of my single bed, wanting Dad to be able to see my vulva without obstruction.
Dad came! He turned the doorknob, peeked inside, and then came in, turning around to close the door and locking it. Dad was naked from the waist up, wearing only shorts. He walked to the edge of the bed and examined my naked body from head to toe. His underwear quickly swelled up, creating a tent-like opening! I pretended to be fast asleep, not moving at all. I only felt a slight warmth in my lower abdomen, and some vaginal fluid had already seeped out. After examining me for a few minutes by the bedside, Dad took off his underwear.
"Wow! What a big cock!" I exclaimed inwardly.
It looked like an eight- or nine-inch flashlight, with a purplish-red, shiny helmet at the tip, and a firm, round sac below. I could clearly see two small, fleshy balls protruding from the sac. I was very excited, but also a little scared.
Dad reached out his right hand and gently placed it on my vulva, his middle finger slipping into the crevice and stroking it. I felt very aroused, and involuntarily, some more lustful fluid seeped out. I knew his fingers were completely wet, and my lustful fluid was still flowing out continuously. He placed his left hand on my right breast and gently kneaded it. I didn't know if I should pretend to wake up at this moment, but I didn't want him to stop stroking me because of this, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.
I squinted and peeked. Some semi-transparent, thick liquid was oozing from the head of Dad's cock, slowly dripping down, the thin strands sticking out continuously. Dad's right hand was still stroking my already wet vulva, while his left hand alternately rubbed my breasts. My pussy longed for his cock to be inside, but I was also a little scared. I knew it wasn't right for a daughter to let her father touch her like this, but I just wanted him to caress me! Dad's thick middle finger went into my vagina, gently moving in and out, rotating.
Ah! So good!
A few minutes later, he pulled his finger out. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my wide-open legs, and then leaned down, pressing himself against me. He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me, not "crushing" me. So we were now overlapping in the shape of an "i" and a "y". He was the "i", on top; I was an inverted "y", on the bottom.
I felt something hard touching my vulva; I knew it was Dad's penis head. I was both excited and scared. I hadn't used any contraception, and Dad hadn't worn a condom, but I didn't want to stop him. Dad rubbed the head of his penis up and down in my wet pussy, sometimes deliberately teasing my clitoris.
After two minutes of this, he pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of my vagina. I closed my eyes, wondering if Dad would really penetrate me, if he would really fuck his own daughter! I remained still, wondering what he would do. He paused for a moment, and I felt him apply slight pressure; the head of his penis was already inside my vagina! I didn't make a sound. He pushed in further, and I felt a tightness. He continued thrusting, and it felt like his penis went in even further. I felt a little pain. I knew I should tell him to stop this incestuous act immediately, but somehow I just couldn't.
I could hear his breathing become heavy and labored. After a pause, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper. I felt very full, but not too painful. He continued thrusting and pumping heavily for another two or three minutes, then pressed tightly against me, unable to go any further; he was fully inside me. His scrotum was pressed against my buttocks, and my vagina was saturated; I had never felt anything like it before.
Dad paused for a moment, then began to thrust. He gently pulled his penis out two or three inches, then slowly inserted it again. It hurt a little, but not too much; I could bear it.
He repeated the thrusting motion, and after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, the amplitude of the thrusts gradually increased, eventually reaching perhaps five or six inches. Each time he inserted, he went all the way in, causing his scrotum to hit my buttocks. He kept thrusting, making pleasurable groans in his throat.
I didn't know how long Dad would thrust. I couldn't help but recall a time I saw a male dog mating with a female dog. The male dog had only thrust about ten times on the female's back before pulling away, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. Their buttocks were chained together, and it took nearly fifteen minutes for them to come off. We, the onlookers, could see that the male dog's penis was still hard, wet, and glistening with red oil.
Dad's penis rhythmically went in and out of my vagina. The pain had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable pleasure. When I glanced at him, Dad's handsome face was right in front of me, only four or five inches away. His eyes were closed, his chest pressed slightly against my breasts, and his hips moved rhythmically up and down. The expression on his face showed that he was immersed in extreme pleasure.
A few minutes later, his penis began to thrust faster and faster, and he even let out a beast-like growl. His scrotum pounded against my buttocks at an extremely fast speed. He made me feel both sore and itchy... but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis deep inside me, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva. His whole body was tense, and I could feel him trembling.
"Ah! God!" Dad groaned loudly.
I felt something strange in my vagina; his glans was swollen, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing... He was ejaculating inside me! I never imagined he would ejaculate inside his own daughter's vagina so recklessly, scattering his seed! And he kept throbbing, spewing out semen; I didn't know how long he would keep going.
Dad's glans finally stopped throbbing, but his penis didn't shrink. Two more minutes passed before he pulled his still-hard penis out of my vagina, got up, and got out of bed.
He put on his underwear, gently kissed my lips, and left my bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. I was paralyzed with fear. I felt deeply guilty; it was all my fault. I could have told him to stop, to end this illicit affair, but I didn't, letting my father steal my pleasure.
I reached down to touch my vulva; it still felt a little sore inside, and my vulva, inner thighs, and buttocks were all sticky and wet. I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom to wash, but I was exhausted, my thighs were weak, and I was worried about running into my father on the way—that would be embarrassing. I managed to find my underwear under the pillow, stuffed it into my vulva, and squeezed my legs together to prevent the semen from dripping and staining the sheets.
I remembered reading in Methodist books that conception usually occurs within two weeks of the end and beginning of menstruation. My period had just ended; perhaps I wouldn't conceive now! Of course, I knew it wasn't a guarantee. I looked at the clock on the radio; it was 11:55 pm.
I lay in bed resting for a long time, my mind replaying the wonderful pleasure of my father's large penis entering and exiting my vulva. I sat up, put on my bathrobe, covered my vulva tightly with my hand, and quietly went into the bathroom. I closed the door, sat on the toilet, and let the semen my father had ejaculated inside me flow out. I couldn't help but look down and examine it closely; it was a thick, milky white discharge.
I went back to the bedroom, changed into another clean pair of underwear, covered myself with the sheet, and went to sleep. I hadn't had an orgasm that night, but I didn't care at the moment. I just felt a strange sense of unease, and after a long while, I finally fell asleep without realizing it.
The next morning, my father acted as usual, as if nothing had happened the night before. I pretended to be nonchalant as well, but my mind kept replaying his penis and the fact that he had ejaculated inside me.
For the next two nights, for some reason, I wasn't very aroused. Every night I slept in my underwear, covered myself with the sheet, and my father didn't come to my bedroom.
This was the third night since my father had cheated on me. I felt a strong sexual urge again. I wasn't wearing pajamas, so I took off my underwear and lay down completely naked. I covered my lower body with the sheet and slowly stroked my vulva, waves of pleasure washing over me. Suddenly, I heard the doorknob turn. I quickly removed my hand and pretended to be asleep with my eyes closed.
My father gently pushed the door open, then quietly closed and locked it before walking to the bedside. I peeked through my eyes; my father was only wearing underwear, his crotch bulging like a small hill. He stared at me for a moment, and I knew he was looking at my breasts. His crotch immediately bulged even more. Then he pulled off the sheet covering my lower body. As soon as he saw my naked vulva, his breathing quickened and became heavy.
"Ah! So beautiful! So beautiful!" he murmured softly.
He quickly pulled down his underwear, and his thick, eight-inch-long penis immediately sprang out, proudly erect like a small cannon, pointing upwards at a sixty-degree angle. Thinking of how it had ravaged my vagina the night before, taking my virginity, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, and my vagina involuntarily secreted fluid.
My legs were parted, but not wide. My father's right hand reached between my legs, touching my vulva, making it even wetter. He rubbed it for a while, his fingers becoming wet. He withdrew his hand, gently spreading my legs wide, and carefully climbed onto the bed, placing his lower body between my spread thighs, pressing lightly against me. We were now in an "i" and an inverted "y" position.
After forcing my legs apart, my father raised my knees, making my vulva protrude even more.
My conscience told me I should stop him immediately, not continue this immoral act, but somehow, I just lay there obediently, pretending to sleep, letting my father do as he pleased.
My father inserted the head of his penis into my vagina and gently thrust his hips, inch by inch penetrating my hard, thick penis into my cunt. With each thrust, he let out a low, pleasurable groan, seemingly experiencing great pleasure. Although I didn't feel the same pain as the first time I was penetrated the night before, the walls of my vagina were stretched open inch by inch by his penis head, feeling incredibly tight and uncomfortable. Fortunately, my vagina was already full of vaginal fluid, greatly reducing the pain of tightness.
I felt my father penetrating deeper and deeper; his over eight-inch-long, hard male genitals were completely inside my lower abdomen, his firm, swollen scrotum pressed tightly against my buttocks. My vulva was filled by my father's powerful genitals, which excited me greatly, but I was still somewhat afraid. After his penis was fully inside, my father paused for a moment before beginning to thrust.
Dad pulled his large penis almost completely out, leaving only the glans inside, and immediately thrust it back in to the hilt. He groaned with pleasure, rhythmically thrusting his hips, repeating this in-and-out motion, gently fucking my still-developing, dripping, wet vagina again and again.
He fucked me like this for a long time, and I felt incredibly good. I tried my best to hold back my moans, but my body wouldn't obey me; my vagina was leaking fluid, and sometimes I couldn't help but slightly raise my hips to welcome Dad's penetration.
He increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis frequently entering and exiting my vagina. I felt an indescribable sensuality and pleasure, and this wonderful feeling grew stronger and stronger. From Dad's groans, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure. Suddenly, his genitals remained deeply inside my vagina; Dad stopped. He was regulating his breathing, seemingly trying to suppress his excitement. After almost a minute of silence, he resumed thrusting.
This time, he only pulled his penis out about halfway before immediately inserting it again, thrusting much faster and with greater force than before. It was no longer a gentle, slow thrusting, but a frantic, rapid pounding of my vagina.
Under his fierce and violent assault, my vagina felt unbearably sore and swollen—it felt so good! My whole body tensed up, even more tense, ah! Like a balloon bursting, my mind went blank, a surge of heat rushed from my lower abdomen, and in a hazy state, my vagina spasmed intensely, opening and closing automatically… I reached an unprecedented, indescribable, ecstatic orgasm.
Dad began a faster, more forceful round of frenzied thrusting.
“Ah! God! Yes! That’s it! Ohhhhhhh!!!” Dad roared, his whole body hardening.
I felt him ejaculate, a violent ejaculation! Although it only lasted a few seconds, I felt Dad’s semen overflow and fill my vagina.
I could hardly believe that I had let Dad rape me again, ejaculate inside me, and even reach a powerful orgasm!
Dad was also exhausted, his limbs weak, no longer able to support his weight. He pressed down on me, and I felt how heavy he was. I still kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but I could hear his heavy breathing. After a while, he pulled out his penis, which felt like a hard rubber tube, and got up. He put his underwear back on, kissed my lips lightly, and then kissed my breasts.
"Goodnight! My beautiful princess!" he murmured softly, and then left.
I lay in bed, my mind starting to race again. Why did I let my father rape me again? Now my vagina is full of my father's semen, and my vagina is full of his seed. Why is this happening?
I straightened my knees, took out my underwear from under the pillow, stuffed it between my legs, and straightened and squeezed my legs together to prevent the semen from leaking out and soiling the sheets. I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash, but I thought I should wait a little longer to avoid running into my father or mother, but I fell asleep without realizing it.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already seven in the morning. I put on my bathrobe and went to the bathroom. There was still some thick, milky white semen left in my vagina. I sat on the toilet and let it flow out, and then I urinated quite a bit. I showered to wash myself thoroughly, went back to my room to get dressed, and then went downstairs for breakfast.
It was Saturday, and I had gotten up later than usual. Dad had probably anticipated my arrival and had already prepared breakfast for me: orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, and English muffins—all my favorites. He had already eaten and was reading the morning paper and drinking coffee.
"Did you sleep well?" Dad asked.
I didn't know how to answer; my mind was in turmoil. I just nodded and lowered my head to eat. Dad's calm and composed expression made me somewhat uneasy and uneasy. He had ejaculated inside me twice; I might be pregnant, but he acted as if nothing had happened! He continued reading the newspaper.
After breakfast, I went out to visit my close friend Lisa to talk and clear my head. We talked about everything, but of course, I wouldn't tell her about my sexual encounter with Dad. Being with her allowed me to temporarily forget the things Dad had done to me the previous night that kept haunting my mind. We also talked about the boys at school, and then did some homework together.
I didn't get home until almost dinnertime. After dinner, I went upstairs to my bedroom. I took off my coat and put on my pajamas. I turned on my computer, put on my headphones, listened to CDs, and searched for some information about the French Revolution on the internet for my history report that I was preparing. Then I went into internet chat rooms and chatted with a few people online. At eight o'clock, I logged off and turned on my computer, sat on my bed, leaned against the headboard, turned on the TV, and browsed different channels at random.
Around nine o'clock, someone knocked lightly on the door.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's me, may I come in?" It was my father's voice.
I didn't know what he wanted at this time. I checked myself and made sure that all the parts of my body that shouldn't be exposed were covered, so I said, "Yes, please come in."
My father came in and closed the door. He had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe. He walked to the bed and sat down. I leaned against the headboard with a pillow behind my back, my pajamas were short, and most of my legs were exposed. Last night's events flashed through my mind, and my vagina immediately felt hot.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, looking at me.
"I'm okay, I guess," I replied.
"Last night was a very special night," he said calmly.
I didn't know how to answer, and lowered my head in silence.
"Are you still angry with me?" he asked.
"I just feel very confused. You shouldn't have ejaculated inside me; I might get pregnant," I blurted out.
He reached out and pulled me into a gentle embrace. "I can't let you get pregnant," he said.
"What?" I was a little confused.
"I can't get you pregnant. After your brother was born, Mommy didn't want to have any more children, so I had a vasectomy that year," he replied.
He began to massage my back. I had been wondering what kind of contraception my parents used. So this is how they did it. Under his massage, I felt so comfortable. Holding me like this reminded me of last night, and my vagina began to feel wet.
He first kissed my cheek lightly, then kissed my lips. He gently kissed my lips for a while. My body began to react; I longed to have sex with him.
"I know you enjoy sex; you felt good last night," he whispered, kissing my forehead. His lips returned to mine, but this time they were passionate, sweet, like a lover's.
I felt my nightgown being lifted, and his hand covered my right breast, gently caressing it. His tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth, occasionally sucking on it. Being embraced, caressed, and kissed by my father was intoxicating; my vulva and crotch were soaked. My father kissed me for a long time, then removed my nightgown, leaving me only in my bikini bottoms.
"You're so beautiful!" he whispered, his voice becoming deep. He stood up and removed his bathrobe. He wasn't wearing underwear; he was completely naked, his large penis erect, veins prominent, glans a glossy purple-red.
He approached me, laid me flat on the bed, hooked his fingers around the waistband of my underwear, pulled it down, and tossed it aside. He bent down, his head close to my vulva. I didn't know what he wanted until I felt his tongue licking my moist slit. I suddenly felt incredibly aroused , and he stopped licking. "
Ss ... Dad quickly climbed on top of me and swiftly thrust his penis deep into my vagina. At that moment, I didn't care even if the sky were to fall; all I wanted was the wonderful feeling of Dad's thick, long, hard cock inside my cunt! His cock began to move, and pleasure flooded my mind. "Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I was intoxicated and cried out uncontrollably. Dad hurriedly covered my mouth with his hand. A powerful orgasm overwhelmed me, and my vagina gushed out, contracting and spasming intensely. The intense orgasm gradually subsided, and Dad began to thrust rapidly, each thrust going all the way in, pressing tightly against my cunt, grinding and rubbing. My cunt made "gurgling" sounds with Dad's thrusting. "Ah! So sore! So full!...So comfortable!"

A few minutes later, I was brought to orgasm again by my father's relentless assault! My father's breathing became heavy, his buttocks thrusting rapidly, his penis pumping in and out of my vagina like an engine piston. Suddenly, I felt his penis swell even larger, and he thrust as deep as possible into my clitoris, ejaculating violently in rapid, rhythmic motions. Ten seconds later, he finished, but he didn't pull out his penis, leaving it inside me.
He held me tightly, my round breasts pressed into flat discs by his strong chest. He kissed me passionately, and I extended my little tongue, letting him suck on it.
"That was wonderful!" he said, pulling his still-hard penis out of my vagina, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen, and standing up.
"Dad, are you sure I won't get pregnant?" I asked.
"Of course, absolutely not!" my father answered confidently.
My father had never lied to me, and I believed him, though I was still a little scared inside. "You should leave; staying too long will arouse suspicion," I said.
“Kertie, my beautiful princess, I love you so much!” he said, putting his bathrobe back on.
“Daddy, I love you so much too!” I replied sincerely.
Daddy hugged me again. “You won’t worry or overthink anymore, will you?” His tone was full of concern.
“No,” I answered, though I was still a little worried and scared.
Daddy went out. I found my underwear and put it on, then put on my pajamas. I lay on the bed, my mind a mess again, trying to sort things out. I had let Daddy fuck me three times, and I really felt it was a wonderful experience. The truth is, I just wanted his big cock to fuck my cunt, I just wanted him to ejaculate inside me, only then could I feel real pleasure and satisfaction!
Daddy’s semen slowly overflowed from my cunt, I got up and went to the bathroom, letting it drip into the toilet. Seeing the cloudy semen, I wondered if there were any swimming sperm in it? It wasn’t that I didn’t believe Daddy, but the books said that tubal ligation wasn’t always 100% effective.
Back in bed, I was still uneasy, my mind racing. What should I do? I shouldn't have had sex with my own father, but I've already done it three times! If Mom finds out, she might kill me, and Dad will be sent to jail. I really need to talk to Dad; I absolutely don't want to see him and his adorable big cock locked up in prison.
The next day was Sunday, and after lunch, I went to Lisa's house again. When we were alone in her room, I asked her, "Have you ever thought about having sex with a man?"
"I think about it all the time lately! What about you?" she asked.
"Me too. It's a little abnormal, sometimes I even fantasize about my dad," I said.
"You're so lucky! Your dad is so handsome! My dad is an ugly fat man! I often fantasize about your dad too!" she replied.
Lisa's father was indeed fat, with a large belly, but not unattractive. In fact, he was always very kind and friendly.
"Have you really thought about my dad?" I asked.
“Yes! Every time I get close to your dad, I get aroused, and my pussy gets hot,” she said.
“I know my dad has already had a vasectomy, so sex with him should be safe. If you really want to, why don’t you come to my house that day and stay overnight? Maybe we can try, give you and him a chance to get close, maybe he’ll take good care of your hot little pussy!” I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
“I can’t be sure. Do you think he’ll like me and do it with me?” Lisa asked.
“Ah! I think he likes you a lot! He often asks me about you! I feel he has a great, very hot interest in you.”
I was actually lying, but I was sure my dad would be willing to have sex with Lisa, especially if I made the suggestion. Lisa was quite beautiful, and I thought it would be an unexpected and delightful encounter for my dad.
“Hmm, if he really likes me, I think I’d be willing to try it with him… but I’m also very scared,” she said.
“If you really want to, I can arrange it for you. Don’t worry. How about this: you come to my house next Saturday and stay overnight in my room. We’ll create an opportunity for my dad and you to have sex. Ah! That would be wonderful!” I said.
“Really? That’s great!” she replied, seemingly quite longingly.
I got home at three in the afternoon. Only my dad was home; he was engrossed in watching an American football game in the TV room. He’s always been a football fan. I don’t like football, but I went in and sat diagonally across from my dad, intending to use this opportunity of being alone with him to talk things out, but I didn’t know how to start.
“Dad, do you like my body?” I asked somewhat shyly.
My dad looked at me and turned off the TV, which was showing off his beloved football game.
“Kartie, your body is so beautiful, it intoxicates me. I want to tell you, having sex with you is the greatest pleasure of my life, I am so happy! Unparalleled joy! But I also understand that if you have too many hesitations or worries and don’t want to continue having sex with me, I will respect your wishes. I never want to see you feeling conflicted, uneasy, or hateful towards me.” Dad said sincerely and tenderly.
“No! That’s not what I meant. Dad, I’m fine, really fine, don’t worry. I don’t want you to stop, I want you to continue loving me like that. My only worry is that we’ll be found out, I don’t want you to be locked up in jail,” I said.
“You really think so?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Kartie, I’m so glad you think that way, I hoped you would too. I was afraid you would be overwhelmed, feeling conflicted and uneasy. Now I’m relieved! Yes, I agree that we should be very careful to keep it a secret, and I don’t want to be locked up in jail either. Come on! Give Dad a hug!” he said.
I stood up, went over and sat on his lap. He embraced me, first with a light kiss that pressed our lips together, then a passionate kiss like lovers, as if he wanted to swallow my lips and tongue whole. We were both deeply moved, and I felt my father's penis, which was sitting beneath me, harden.
"It would be better if we went to your room," my father suggested.
I got up and went first, my father following closely behind. As soon as I entered the bedroom, I quickly took off my clothes, and in an instant I was lying naked on the bed. My father was just as quick, and a second later he was lying on his side beside me. He began to caress my breasts, it felt so good, my vagina was already wet, and he reached out his hairy hand and covered my vulva.
"Do you like my vagina?" I asked.
"Ah! God! I love your beautiful vagina so much!" my father said.
His body entered between my legs. I bent my knees and raised them, spreading them apart, and he inserted his penis into my vagina, thrusting inward, deeper and deeper, until it was fully inserted, his scrotum nestled in my buttocks. Today should be my most fertile day. I wonder if Dad's surgery really worked? Maybe it did; Mom's inability to conceive for years is proof enough.
Dad's penis started thrusting in and out. Ah! So good! He kept moving his hips up and down, fucking me again and again, his hard glans grinding against every corner of my vagina. My vaginal muscles felt sore and swollen, with an indescribable mix of discomfort and pleasure. After a few minutes, the feeling became increasingly intense. Dad on top of me kept moaning, and from his facial expression, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure.
"Faster!" I gasped.
Dad immediately sped up, thrusting forcefully like a wild horse, charging forward. He breathed heavily, panting, powerfully ravaging my vulva. My orgasm was getting closer and closer... A few minutes later, suddenly, an extremely intense pleasure overwhelmed me, and my vagina involuntarily spasmed, opening and closing, squeezing Dad's thick penis.
My father growled heavily, his lower body stiffening, his penis growing even thicker. He thrust wildly dozens more times before ejaculating deep inside my vagina. I could feel the throbbing of his glans, and I couldn't help but climax again, my vagina releasing another gush of fluid before I lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, I felt my father still pressing his lower body against mine, supporting his weight on his elbows, leaning over to suckle my nipples. Seeing that I was awake, he smiled at me, then pulled out his still swollen and hard penis, and stood up.
He kissed me gently: "How did you feel? Kelty, I really want to do it again! But your mother will be back soon, we need to get dressed before she gets back."
"Dad, you made me feel so good!...Dad, Lisa likes you too, if she's willing, would you like to have sex with her?" I asked.
"What???" Dad was clearly taken aback. "Your friend, that pretty and cute Lisa?!"
"Yes! It's her! What do you think?" I asked.
"I can't believe it... Don't you care?" he asked.
"I don't care. I really want to see you fuck her. I've already made plans with her to come over next Saturday and stay overnight," I told Dad.
"Okay, I'll do as you say. Is she a virgin?" Dad asked.
"She definitely is," I answered.
I could tell that this answer pleased Dad greatly. He tucked his still-erect and quite swollen penis back into his underwear, put on his clothes, kissed me again, and said, "I should get out of your bedroom right away."
I got up, wiped my genitals with toilet paper, put a menstrual pad on my underwear, put on my clothes, and left the bedroom. I passed the TV room; Dad was watching football on TV. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I was a little thirsty, so I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen and got a bottle of soda.
Perfect timing! Mom just got home.
She agreed to let Lisa come over and play with me this weekend, and stay overnight.
Dad still checked on me at my bedroom door every night before bed, but he didn't come in for the past two nights.
Wednesday night at ten o'clock, Dad finally came again. He locked the door, took off his underwear, and came to my bed, embracing me, who was already naked. Without saying a word, he began to knead and caress my breasts and vulva. I had been waiting for a long time, my vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, and I felt a little itchy. I kept thinking about Dad's cute big cock, hoping it would quickly penetrate my vagina and fuck me hard.
Just as I hoped, Dad climbed on top of me, pressed against me, and inserted his thick, hard penis and began to thrust. His fingers occasionally touched my clitoris in the folds of my flesh, and his right hand occasionally kneaded my nipples and breasts.
Gradually, he increased the force of his thrusts, sometimes penetrating deeply, pressing and grinding against my vulva; other times, he would use only half of his penis to quickly pump in and out seven or eight times before thrusting in deeply again. I was being fucked so hard I felt like I was floating on air, both sore and itchy. I gasped and moaned, raising my thighs high, my calves tightly hooked around my father's lower back, constantly arching my vulva to meet his thrusts. My vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, making squelching sounds with my father's powerful thrusts.
"Kretie! It's so beautiful! I'm going to fuck you to death!" my father said breathlessly. He kissed me, sucking on my little tongue.
"Daddy, I want to be connected with you like this forever and ever! I love your big cock so much!" I said breathlessly.
Fifteen minutes later, my father brought me to orgasm. He paused for a moment, waiting for me to catch my breath, before launching another full-scale attack, ravaging my now sore vulva. Every three or four minutes I would feel another orgasm. I felt so good, yet I was also exhausted. Suddenly I thought of Lisa. If she were here right now, she could shield me from the fierce onslaught of my father's adorable yet hateful, rock-hard cock.
I was being fucked by my father until I had multiple orgasms, feeling like I was dying of pleasure, on the verge of death, my whole body weak and limp. I knew my father had ejaculated inside me, but it seemed like he was fucking me nonstop.
In my hazy state, I heard him say, "Oh! It's twelve o'clock, I have to go!" He kissed me, then sucked on my breasts, pulled out his thick, adorable penis, put on his underwear, and whispered in my ear, "Goodnight, Kelty, my beautiful princess, I love you!" before hurrying out of the room and closing the door behind him.
The next day I told Lisa about my plan. She hesitated at first, but after I explained that the plan was risk-free and there was no risk of pregnancy, she completely agreed. She began to look forward to Saturday, hoping that my father would explore her virginity. Of course, she didn't realize that my virgin heart had already been taken by my father.
My plan was for Lisa to bring a sleeping bag, place it in the middle of my room, and sleep naked on it. When my father came to check, we would pretend to be fast asleep. Seeing a beautiful girl sleeping naked, my father might (in fact, I knew it wasn't "might," but "certainly") take Lisa's heart. But I played hard to get, telling Lisa that I couldn't guarantee whether this "luring him into the trap" plan would work; it all depended on whether my father would come in and boldly steal a kiss (of course, I knew the answer was yes).
Lisa asked me what my mother would think if she came to check and saw her sleeping naked. I said it didn't matter; she would just find it a little "strange." After saying that, we both burst out laughing.
On Saturday, Lisa came to my house as promised for dinner. Because I was paying attention, I noticed that Lisa kept glancing at my father, her eyes filled with approving joy. It was obvious that Lisa had really liked my father for a long time, but for some reason, I had never noticed or even thought of it. The main course for dinner was London broil, cooked by my father, perfectly grilled, juicy and delicious.
At nine o'clock, we went into my bedroom. Lisa seemed very excited. We played some CDs and talked about our experiences at school. Her sleeping bag was placed next to my bed, so my bed would be a good vantage point later.
At ten-thirty, we showered and went to bed.
Lisa lay outside her sleeping bag, topless, wearing only her underwear. She was beautiful, with almost translucent, milky-white skin, and shiny dark brown hair. Her breasts were cone-shaped and seemed slightly larger than mine.
"Take off your underwear," I said.
She hesitated, perhaps a little scared; I understood that feeling, having gone through the same process a few weeks ago. So I said, "If you don't want to take them off, don't force yourself."
Lisa smiled at me: "I want to take them off, but I'm a little scared." She began to pull down her underwear.
I saw her dark brown, glossy pubic hair. She took off her panties and hid them under her pillow. Unlike my smooth, hairless genitals, her full vulva was covered in pubic hair. I hoped Dad would like her hairy vulva.
"Now lie on your back and spread your legs," I said.
Lisa did as I said, and I turned off the main light, leaving only a small nightlight in the room so everything was still clearly visible. I lifted the hem of my robe, slipped my hand inside her panties, and began to play with her vulva. I thought tonight would definitely be a good show.
I waited anxiously, afraid that Lisa would change her mind and leave halfway through. I waited and waited (actually, it was only a few minutes!), and finally the door opened. Dad, wearing only his panties, had entered the room and locked the door behind him.
He approached Lisa, looked down at her lying body, and his panties immediately bulged. Lisa closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, while I lay on the edge of the bed, watching with wide eyes. Dad took off his underwear, revealing his thick, eight-inch-long penis pointing upwards. I could then see clearly that his penis wasn't straight; the front half was slightly curved upwards.
He knelt beside Lisa, reaching out to caress her right breast, playing with it for a while, then caressing her left breast, alternating between them several times. He then reached down to Lisa's lower abdomen and touched her vulva. Dad looked up at me, and I winked and smiled at him; he smiled back.
He stroked Lisa's labia for several minutes, her breasts heaving noticeably. Father knelt between her thighs, leaning forward, supporting himself with his hands, his penis approaching her vulva. He straightened his legs, supporting himself with his knees, his buttocks slightly raised, the head of his penis entering Lisa's vulva. He held the shaft with one hand, rubbing the head up and down between her labia. Clearly, Lisa's vulva was already wet, the head sliding easily within.
After a minute or two, he moved the head to the entrance of her vagina below the vulva, thrusting his buttocks forward, the head sinking into her opening. He stopped, presumably to give Lisa's vagina time to adjust to his large penis.
After a while, Father's buttocks began to move slightly back and forth, his penis gradually disappearing into Lisa's vulva. At this moment, I heard Lisa seem to be taking deep breaths, her mouth slightly open, eyes closed, her face tense. I knew she was about to lose her virginity.
Dad thrust forward again with great force, then continued steadily. The tip of his eight-inch penis was already inside Lisa's lower abdomen, with four inches still outside... three inches... two inches... one inch... half an inch... Finally, his entire penis was inserted into Lisa's hairy virgin vagina.
He stopped thrusting, his left thumb playing with Lisa's clitoris, while his right hand alternately kneaded her two white, tender, pointed breasts, pinching her pale pink nipples. Lisa closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, as if she couldn't breathe.
My fingers quickened their manipulation of my own clitoris, and I felt the arousal growing stronger.
Dad began to thrust in and out. His penis would sometimes pull out of Lisa's vagina, and sometimes disappear into it again; the way his penis and vagina intertwined was incredibly sexy! My best friend was being fucked in her virgin vagina by my father! So sexy! My fingers quickly manipulated my clitoris.
Father's thrusting became more forceful and faster, accompanied by low moans. I knew he was enjoying the sensation of fucking Lisa's tender cunt. He continued, rhythmically, over and over again.
Twenty minutes passed... I heard the squelching sounds of male and female genitalia rubbing together...
Each time Father penetrated, Lisa's body was forced upwards, her breasts jiggling with each thrust.
Father thrust faster, letting out beast-like growls as he thrust rapidly and forcefully. Lisa kept her eyes tightly closed, but I could hear her struggling to suppress the low, almost sobbing moans that escaped her lips.
Father slowed his thrusting, caressing Lisa's breasts, thighs, and teasing her clitoris... A few minutes later, he resumed his rapid thrusting... He repeated this several times...
Suddenly, Father's body stiffened, and he groaned loudly. He was ejaculating inside Lisa! A surge of intense sensuality washed over me, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid erupted as I reached my climax, experiencing unparalleled pleasure.
I heard Lisa gasping for breath. I wondered if I felt the same way when my father first ejaculated inside me, so tense I couldn't breathe and needed to gasp for air.
After a while, my father leaned down and gently kissed Lisa's nipples, then withdrew his still-erect, wet penis from her vagina. He glanced at his watch, quickly stood up, pulled his underwear back up, stuffed his still-erect penis back into his pants, and quietly walked out, closing the door behind him. I looked at the clock on the radio; it was exactly midnight.
"Lisa, how are you feeling? Are you comfortable?" I asked.
"It hurt a little at first, but not too bad. Later… it was sore and swollen, but also comfortable… I could feel him ejaculate inside me. Are you sure I won't get pregnant?" she said, closing her legs, which had been spread open for over an hour, and pulling her underwear from under her pillow. I knew her underwear would be a mess by tomorrow morning.
“I’m absolutely certain you won’t get pregnant,” I told her.
“Do you think he enjoys fucking me?” Lisa asked.
“Absolutely. I saw how happy and satisfied he was when he was fucking you; he must really enjoy it. Do you want to play with him again? Would you want him to fuck you again?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe,” she replied.
“Okay! That’s settled then! Now let’s sleep!” I said.
The next morning, Lisa told me that her vagina still felt quite sore, and her underwear was damp and soggy. She changed into the clean underwear she had brought, washed the soiled ones, and hung them in my room to dry.
At the breakfast table, Lisa’s cheeks flushed when she saw my father. My father, as usual, smiled gently and diligently prepared a rich and delicious breakfast for Lisa and me.
I think my father must have been very happy with last night’s unexpected gain.
I was certain this was the beginning of a close friendship between the three of us. At the appropriate time, I would tell Lisa about my special relationship with my father; I didn’t mind Lisa sharing my handsome, strong, and gentle father. With the three of us together, Lisa and I could take turns receiving the thrusts of Dad's big cock. This might save us from being repeatedly fucked to the point of exhaustion by Dad, while his cock remained hard and unsatisfied.
I thought that Lisa and I could satisfy Dad to the fullest, and we could also fully enjoy the taste of Dad's lovely big cock.

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